can you tell i have had caffeine


Pairing: Frank Adler x Wife!Reader

Warnings/Triggers: language, smut, angry!mary, vomiting

You had woken up to the slight sound of arguing. Groaning, you peered, through one eye, over at the digital clock on the nightstand. The current time reading, 6:22 AM, which meant you only had a mere three hours of sleep.

Yawning, you peel the blanket from your body, standing to your feet. With blurred vision, you eyed your surroundings in search for the pair of pajama shorts that you carelessly threw off, before tiredly climbing into bed this morning. You finally found them tucked on the other side of your nightstand and slipped them on with ease.

Another yawn escaped your lips, as you made your way into the kitchen to see Frank, who was leaning against the kitchen counter. He was in the middle of chastising his seven year old niece, Mary, who is sulking at the tiny kitchen table.

“… and lower your voice, please. [Your Name] is trying to sleep.” You heard Frank tell Mary, as you made your appearance.

“Too late.” For the third time, you yawned, walking up to your husband of 2 ½ years, placing a chaste kiss on his bearded cheek.

“Babe,” he sighed heavily, “why aren’t you still asleep?”

“Well,” you eyed your husband and step-niece, “I heard you and Mary having a heated discussion. What’s going on?”

“See what you did?!” Frank scolded her over his shoulder, before turning back to you offering you a cup of coffee that he just made.

“I didn’t do anything.“ The blonde girl snapped at her uncle, before turning back to her soggy cereal.

You shook your head amused by this. This was a typical day in the Alder household. Only this time Mary was refusing to attend her first day of school. You and Frank had raised this little girl to the best of your ability, before you both decided it was best that she tried her hand at a normal school.

You grabbed the cup of hot caffeine from Frank’s grasp, trying not to gag at the pungent smell. Coffee, lately had not been sitting well with you for the past week. But you still accepted it, not wanting to raise alarming questions that you will soon have the answer to.

You made your way over to Mary, setting your cup next to her, and squatting to her level. “Mary, what’s wrong, sweetie?”

The seven year old turned her big blue eyes at you. “Can you please tell Frank that I don’t want to go to school?”

“And why don’t you want to go?” You ran your hand through her shoulder length blonde hair.

“Because,” she huffed, “I just I don’t want to. Can’t I stay home with you guys? I mean, who is going to take care of Fred?”

You looked at Frank, who looked at you over his shoulder and then went back to the task of making Mary’s lunch. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Mary,” you turned back to her, “listen to me, ok. Your uncle Frank and I think that school could be helpful to you. We think it’s time you make some friends your own age. I promise you, it won’t be as bad as you think.”

Again, she rolled her eyes and turned back to her cereal.

“Alright, Mary, let’s go.”

Mary angrily stood up for her chair, and grabbed her backpack. As she and Frank headed to the door, she stopped and turned back to you.

“If he offers to make you a special breakfast, don’t be fooled. It’s just cereal.” Mary said snippy, before Frank rushed her out of the house.

You giggled, now sitting in Mary’s unoccupied seat. You looked up at Frank, who mouthed ‘don’t laugh at her’, while giving you a wink and taking Mary out of the door.

“Have a good day, Mary.” You yelled right as the door slammed closed.

You sighed heavily, looking down at your untouched coffee and Mary’s and bowl cereal, and gagged at both. The smell was nauseating. You got up to the sink to wash the dishes left behind when your stomach rolled.

Before you could finish, you bolted to the tiny, cramped bathroom, throwing up last night’s dinner. Your stomach gave and gave until there was nothing left to give. When you were finally done, you rinsed your mouth out and headed back towards the kitchen just in time to hear your neighbor, Roberta, threaten your husband.

“Tell your husband to get it together. Good morning, Fred.” Roberta said, rolling her eyes and stormed out of your home.

O..k.” You whispered, looking over at your husband who was back to leaning on the counter. “Why was Roberta threatening you this time?”

“About letting Mommy go to school.” He said looking down at his feet and then back at you. “You think I made the right decision? Letting Mary go to school?”

You reached up to cup his face gently in your hands. “Of course I do. I didn’t know your sister, but some of things you have told me, she would have wanted this for Mary. For her to have an actual childhood.“

“Thank you.” He leaned forward and placed his mouth against yours in a slow, endearing kiss.

You sighed, immediately wrapping your arms around his neck, as his arms gripped your waist. The kiss deepening, his tongue slowly caressing against yours.

You were the first to finally pull away, and he groaned in frustration.

“Why did you stop?” He whispered, kissing you again.

“Because,” you whispered, pulling away again, “you’re gonna be late for work.”

Another frustrated groan fell from his lips, as he shoved his face in your neck. “Fuck work. I don’t wanna go.”

You giggled softly at your husband’s barely audible words, keeping your arms wrapped around his neck. “Well, this sounds familiar. Like uncle, like niece, huh?”

He finally pulled back, his blue eyes glaring at you playfully. “I have social skills. It got you, didn’t it?” He joked, flinching as the back of your hand hit him in the gut.

“That’s rude.” You gave him a smirk.

“You love me.” He shrugged.

“Sometimes I wonder why.” You played with the hem of his white T-shirt, to pull him toward you.

“Because, you can’t resist me.” He came back willingly, boxing you in against the counter. He reached up to cup the back of your head, bringing your mouth to his and kissing you. Hard.

“Right.” You said in between kisses. “What did that girl call you at the bar the other night?” You nuzzled your face in his beard, running your hands underneath his t-shirt, feeling the bumps and grooves of his well-defined abs. “The quiet, damaged, hot guy?” You kissed his neck.

Another groan fell from his beautiful mouth. “Don’t start nothing if you aren’t gonna finish it.” His crystal blue eyes looked down at you.

“Who says I’m not gonna finish?” You whispered, reaching to unbuckle his belt.

And then it all happened in a blur. Frank brought your mouth back to his in another heated, searing kiss. All tongue and teeth. He hoisted you on the kitchen counter, and you parted your legs to let him in.

His lips trailed from your jawline to your neck, as your hands reached down to finish unbuckling his jeans. Once they were unzipped, they pooled to his ankles, and you could feel his erection straining against the black boxer briefs around his narrow hips.

He cupped your jaw, kissing your mouth fervently. You reached inside his briefs, and pulled out his hard cock, your tiny fist giving his girthy length a few strokes.

Fuck.” He grunted against your lips, his hands quickly grabbing onto your waist, and squeezing tightly.

“You like that, baby?” You whispered placing a kiss on his ear, his forehead resting in the crook of your neck. “You like my hand on your cock?”

God yes.” He strained.

After a few more tugs, he released his grip on your hips, and pushed your hand away from him. He then helped relieved you of your shirt, tossing it over his shoulder, and attaching his mouth to a puckered nipple. His other hand, reaching for your untouched breast, knead it desperately. His tongue swirled softly around your areola, before his teeth clamped gently down on your nipple.

You mewled, running your fingers through his dark hair, as your toes curled, feeling yourself becoming more aroused.

He began kissing your mouth again, this time helping you out of your shorts and panties, and his fingers instantly finding its way through your wet folds. His index finger circled around your clit, as his middle finger dipped inside, spreading your wetness around.

You gasped into his mouth, his deftly fingers playing you like violin. His middle finger still pumping in and out of you, while his index rubbed slow, tight circles.

Shit.” You muttered, feeling your body start to shake.

“You close, baby girl?” He questioned, rubbing just a bit faster.

You nodded, unable to form words, while pulling your arm tighter around his neck, feeling that coil in your belly threatening to explode.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He whispered in your ear, continuing his ministrations.

As you were just on the cusp of that mind shattering orgasm, he immediately pulled back. Gripping your hips, he didn’t miss a beat, impaling you on his cock, deliciously stretching your body to its limit.

He stayed still for a moment, letting you adjust to this intrusion, as he cupped your jaw.

“Look at me, baby.” He commanded, and you did what he said, staring at him with a hazy vision. He kissed your open mouth, once, then twice, and he slowly started to move his hips.

As he continued to kiss you, he steadily pounded in and out of your core, hitting that spot that only he could. You wrapped your leg around his waist and held on for dear life.

Nothing but the sound of your labored breathing, skin slapping, and whispered “I love yous” could be heard in the unusually quiet kitchen. And before you knew it that coil in your lower belly begin to tighten again.

“You almost there, baby?” He questioned, pistoning his hips a little harder. Every time his pelvis hit your clit that coil tightened a little more, your pussy starting to spasm. “Fuck, yeah you are. I can feel you, fuck, so tight and wet.”

He thrusted into you once more and you screamed his name, your body shaking and convulsing, as your orgasm tore through you like a fucking tornado. He then gave two more hard thrust, his hips stilled and you felt his warmth flooding you.

“I can’t feel my legs right now.” After a couple seconds of silence, you finally mutter. You were breathing hard, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Frank chuckled softly, also trying to catch his breath. He kissed you softly, before slowly pulling out of you, and you whimpered at the sudden loss.

You watched through hazy vision, as your husband tucked his now soft dick back into his underwear, and then pulling up his jeans, but not zippening them.

He then reached down to the floor and picked up your discarded shirt, and helped you back into it.

You let out a little giggle, and he looked back at you, hands on his hips and a smirk on his face. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re definitely late for work now.”

He laughed, stepping in between your legs, grabbing your jaw with one hand. “Totally fucking worth it though.” He popped a kiss on your lips.

“Totally fucking Worth it.“ You agreed, leaning into kiss him again.

As your kiss deepened, Frank caught you off guard, grabbing you by the waist. You squealed as he lifted you from the counter, taking you into your shared bedroom, and dropping you on your unmade bed.

He slowly crawled up your body, leaning over you, and dropped another kiss on your lips, making sure to keep his weight off of you.

“Does this mean you’re playing hooky and staying in bed with me all day?” You shoved your hand underneath his T-shirt running your fingers up and down his smooth back.

He dropped another kiss on you and then smiled. “Just don’t tell Mary.“ He kissed you again.

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.” You giggled, pulling your husband’s mouth down to yours in a searing kiss.

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You stepped out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with your dinner on it. Your baby bump really helped to keep the tray stable, which was good since you didn’t want to tip over the hot mug on the tray.

“Here, let me take that, Y/N,” Thor said, walking over and taking the tray from your hands.

“Oh, thanks, but you don’t have to,” you replied, though you let him take the tray easily. “I had it handled.”

“Tony tells me that pregnancy can be painful on a woman, so let me make it less painful,” Thor stated. “Get off your swollen feet.”

“My feet aren’t that swollen yet,” you protested, though you took a seat.

Clint glanced over as Thor set down the tray. “That’s not coffee in that mug, is it?” he asked. “Isn’t caffeine bad to drink while pregnant?”

“I thought that was disproven, but those kinds of things are proven and disproven all the time,” Natasha commented, glancing up. “We should ask Bruce what the current consensus is.”

“Guys,” you cut in, trying to sound stern, though you were honestly a little amused. “It doesn’t matter. This is non-caffeinated tea.” You picked up the mug and took a sip. You honestly don’t think you could survive this pregnancy without some hot tea to help relax your tensed muscles.

By the time you were done with your meal, the rest of the Avengers had gathered in the common area. You stood up and grabbed the tray, and most of the room’s inhabitants looked at you.

“Guys, I’m not made of glass. I can handle doing stuff even with a baby bump,” you stated, rolling your eyes a little.

“Well, you are the first one of us to have a child,” Tony pointed out.

“And it can be dangerous around here,” Steve added.

“When a supervillain comes knocking at our door, feel free to treat me like a fragile flower. But I can handle simple housework,” you pointed out. Though, you cringed, and everyone cried out in concern, with Clint and Natasha rushing to either side of you to hold you up.

“What was that?” “Are you alright?” “Do you need a doctor?” You couldn’t tell who was saying what.

“Guys, calm down. The baby just kicked for the first time. It just caught me by surprise,” you told them. The tension in the room instantly deflated and suddenly you couldn’t move even if you wanted to, since all the Avengers were trying to put their hands on your stomach because they wanted to feel the baby kick.

Seven Thirty, Uncharted Territory [Part 1] // BTS’ Suga

In which an awkward Slytherin falls for an all-too suspecting Hufflepuff.

Fluff, humour, Hogwarts AU.  
Word Count: 1.7k.

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Seven-thirty in the morning, and Min Yoongi is already resenting the world.

It must be some sort of curse, he thinks to himself as he slumps down at the dining table, that is desecrating either his luck or ability to pass through a day without feeling the need to snap his wand in half. While he acknowledges that optimistic mornings are not normally his forte, he can’t help but feel as though today in particular is destined to run to the ground: somebody has spiked the coffee pots with pumpkin juice- not even with good juice, too, the bloke just had to use yesterday’s stale leftovers- and the Potions essay he meticulously wrote last night is missing the back page. Couple that with a double period of Arithmancy and a stack of unreasonably difficult assignments, and it’s as though the world is serving him a big steaming platter of LOL and get fucked, mate.

Scowling, he jabs at a grilled sausage. The seventh years further up the table shoot him scathing looks, but he soundly ignores their disapproval. His housemates aren’t very fond of him, he knows, but seeing as the feeling is mutual he really couldn’t give a damn. Sometimes when he’s lying in bed at night he wonders what sort of bastardly demon could have possessed the Sorting Hat to put him in Slytherin, of all places. He’s nothing like his haughty housemates- at least, he hopes to the gods he’s not- but he supposes it has something to do with his lineage being among the oldest and most traditional in the wizarding world. A prime candidate to carry on the legacy of Salazar bleedin’ Slytherin. Really, family could positively ruin your life without even trying, sometimes.

Just as he’s about to begin his breakfast, a hand reaches over his shoulder and plucks the fork from his hold.

“What climbed into your knickers this morning, Yoongs?”

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G’morning Major

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: some cursing, smut alluded to (all out didn’t make sense for the plot)

Word Count: 1712

A/N: After having a conversation about my trip to Gettysburg with @hamartiamacguffin, this stroke of inspiration hit me! So this is based out of my own experience my first night of my trip haha! A huge thanks to @thebabeontheback for jumping in as beta!  Feedback is always appreciated, especially since it’s been a minute since I’ve written Dean. Happy reading!

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I have a three year old daughter now, about 3 and a half years ago when my wife was pregnant with her, I got a phone call from an “unknown number”. When I picked up it was a little girl who called me daddy, I told her “sorry but you have the wrong number” and she answered, “no. You’re my daddy”. I proceeded to tell her, “no. I don’t have a daughter” and the little girl said in one of the creepiest little kid voices I can remember “oh yes you do daddy” and then I was so freaked out and strung out on caffeine that I just hung up. My wife asked me what had happened and I joked that our daughter had called me from the future. 

Sure enough a few months later we did have a little girl and I was a daddy. Fast forward to yesterday, I was taking care of her and moving some boxes and I heard her on the phone with grandma. At first I thought nothing of it, then I realized she must have used the auto dial herself and I was impressed, then I realized I needed to ask some questions and put the phone out of reach to prevent unwanted 911 calls and the like. When they were done talking I asked her who else she called and she said “just grandma and you." 

I’m 100% sure she didn’t phone me yesterday even though she maintains it and says we talked. I checked the call log and it has dozens of numbers on auto dial that she tried and our home number is in them. So while I’m sure it’s just coincidence, it’s a bit spooky.

[Story credit: /u/billbapapa]

I Put a Spell on You (II)

Prompt: The flowers in the garden are the woman’s most prized possessions - for good reason.

Summary: Y/N owns a magical garden in the quiet woods of Southern France. There, she tends to her flowers- the things that keep her safe, that give her purpose. No wonder they’re her prized possession, but will her wellbeing be threatened when the deceiving Unseelie Fae set their eyes on her?

Warnings: none

Pairing: Bucky x Witch!Reader

I  Masterlist

Originally posted by autumnsoulss

The next morning, you woke up to the sunrise shining through the eastern-facing windows, bluebirds chirping in the trees, the low hum of bees happily taking the pollen from your flowers. Lolling your head to the right, you saw your patient lying peacefully on the floor, a serene expression gracing his face. You decided to begin your morning routine while you waited for him to wake up.

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POVs: Inej, Kaz, Wylan

Word Count: 4,213

First Chapter: You’re reading it!

Previous Chapter: None.

Next Chapter: Coming soon!

16 August 2016

“How long till you think you’ll be here?”
“Maybe in ten?” Nina’s voice crackled from the other end of the call. “A co-worker needs help closing up shop. Thought I’d stick around. Don’t tell me they left you all by yourself.”
Inej drummed her fingers on the table, leaning in her chair.  The coffeehouse was vacant minus her, left alone to the humming of the one coffee-maker running, brewing Nina’s favorite. If you want to make me really happy after a long day at work, caramel macchiato, upside down. Retail requires caffeine. Inej had laughed at the time. But Nina had had a tiresome shift that evening, and it was the least she could do for her best friend. “I can take care of myself, Nina.”
“It’s still rude as fuck,” said Nina indignantly. “Have you closed yet?”
“Yep.” Inej glanced at the gate blocking the entrance into the coffeehouse from the vast halls of the Goedmedbridge Mall. Nearly all customers had vacated the premises, leaving late-night employees to wrap up their shifts. For half of them, including Inej and Nina, it was the first school night of the year. Morning was bound to be absolute torture - the girls had made a habit of staying up way past midnight, and Nina hated the concept of starting school a week early on Wednesday.
“I just really don’t get it. A Wednesday?”
“It’s so we can have the whole week off for Thanksgiving.”
“But a Wednesday, Inej.”

Now Nina sighed through the earpiece. “Alright, babe. Sit tight, okay?”
“Okay, Mom.”
“Hush. See you in a bit.” She made a kissing noise, and then she hung up.
Inej dropped her phone on the table. It popped against the wood, echoing throughout the coffeehouse though the hum of the brewer outlived it still. The scent of the beans wafted to her nose, the persistent heat making her eyes water. Her lips parted in an obnoxious yawn, arms stretched above her head, shoulders blades bunching together. Sleep threatened to weigh down her eyelids. She had to get up.
Inej went to the back of the shop, where Nina’s cup sat waiting on the counter beside the brewer. She plucked it up, pumped the caramel syrup first, and stuck it under the spout of the brewer, yanking the lever and filling the cup about halfway. Inej closed her eyes, the steam hissing from the spout and condensing into droplets on her arms.
She was going to be a junior. Another year in high school. Another year of classes. Another year of colorguard competitions and a shot at varsity. Another year of chronic procrastination. Another year of spending every day with her friends.


YoungK Barista!au

-          So I know I said this with the YoungK flowershop!au as well, but I just feel like any youngk standing behind a counter serving things to people is going to have his sleeves shoved up to his elbows. Always. But if it’s a little nicer of a coffee shop, then it’s a really light blue, nice textured button up and they’re rolled instead of shoved

-          He’s a pretty chill barista

-          He doesn’t really strike up big long conversations with his customers, but he’ll small talk them while he gets their drinks ready and he’s pretty pleasant

-          The coffee shop has a very open feel to it. There are lots of big windows. Not full wall type windows, but like four feet wide, start at about mid thigh height and go up almost to the top of the walls

-          Most of the walls are a very light, almost white, greyish mauve

-          And then there’s a dark grey accent wall along one side that really makes it pop

-          Next to the section of counter that YoungK serves from, there’s a dark, weathered wood bar with those eggish bar stool things? Like the shiny plastic really bubbly bar stools… It’s hard to explain. Just those plastic rounded off bar stools on metal legs

-          And the floor is pretty big, there are plenty of tables and plenty of space

-          And he has lots of different kinds of roasts. Like if you’re a purist with your coffee and like to try lots of different kinds of beans or roasts and stuff as opposed to fancy drinks, then he’s got the stuff for you. In fact, he’ll even give you free samples of the unusual stuff if you’re nice

-          But he’s also got stuff for the people who are really there for glorified adult milkshakes and hot cocoa (me. And probably most of us here, lbr)

-          He’s got lots of refined adult milkshake type drinks with deep chocolate flavors, and some nice chai, and the occasional vanilla latte with a touch of pumpkin spice maybe

-          Like really mature feeling types of drinks. None of that strawberry, caramel, quadruple shot chocolate syrup marshmallow macchiato. We’re talking simple, refined stuff with a touch of added sweetness to get the serotonin and the dopamine aflowin’

-          So the first time you walk into the shop is when you’ve been working practically all night on a term project, got about three and a half hours of sleep from 3:30 to 7, and got up to finish the project before your noon class

-          So, naturally, you go out to load up on caffeine as you work on the project on your laptop at a corner table

-          When you go up to the counter to order, you look exhausted and YoungK notices

-          “You look like you’ve had quite a night. Term stuff?”

-          “Yeah, how’d you know?”

-          “Well, you look kind of college and it is about that time, and you’re there early in the morning for caffeine with a laptop”

-          “Oh. Yeah, I just need something to get me through to my noon class. What’s the strongest thing you have?”

-          He laughs lightly and tells you he can fix you up, in fact he’ll bring it to you in a minute so you can get started and not have to wait. Partly because he’s just a nice guy, but also partly because in spite of looking like you haven’t slept in weeks, you’re actually still kind of pretty

-          So he rings you up, and then you take your seat, and a couple minutes later, he brings you a piping hot, highly caffeinated, Columbian roast with a quiche that you didn’t pay for and a fork

-          Because he understands the struggle and appreciates the magic of caffeine

-          But also because, as he says, “I have a hunch you haven’t eaten yet and you need food too, so it’s on the house”

-          And he gives you a sweet, borderline flirty smile. BORDERLINE.

-          So your project goes well, and you decide that that is a nice barista guy at the coffee shop, so naturally, you make that your go to stop for all highly caffeinated needs

-          So the next day on your way home from school, you stop there for a sweet little pick me up to ward off the dreary weather and the fact that your friend just cancelled a girls night in

-          It’s not terribly busy, because it’s three o’clock on a Thursday and its kind of rainy and dull, so people are mostly either at work or at home

-          And you walk up to the counter, and he seems to recognize you in spite of your only having been there once before

-          “Oh hi there!” He says pleasantly with a smile. “What can I get you?”

-          So you order your drink, and he starts prepping it after ringing you up.

-          “So how’d the term project go?”

-          “Oh, it went great, thanks. The quiche actually helped, so thanks for that.”

-          “Glad I could help.”

-          And that was that. He gave you your drink with another smile, and you went over to your little corner table by the window to watch the rain, sip on your drink, and tap away at your laptop

-          Granted, you’d been planning on taking the drink home with you, but you’d decided sometime between the welcoming look you got while ordering your drink from YoungK and the little smile you got from him as he handed it to you that it might be more pleasant just to stay and enjoy your cup sitting down while it was hot

-          After all, his shop had a great view

-          Inside and out

-          The rain wasn’t the only thing that was nice to watch

-          YoungK thought so as well

-          If you catch my drift

-          So once you finished your drink, you headed out to go back home

-          And then a few days later, after your finals, you went to his shop again to wind down before you went out with your friends to celebrate

-          Because after all, his shop always had a way of brightening your spirits

-          So it was pretty full right now because your finals schedule had put you there at the end of rush hour

-          So you wound up sitting at the bar right next to where he works

-          So the two of you got to talking as he worked and as you drank and did your thing on your laptop

-          So you were there, drinking your coffee, and eating a pastry, for a good half an hour while he just worked and talked with you as he worked

-          Until you were about to get up to leave

-          And he walked over to the bar where you were and stood behind it, leaning his palms on the counter

-          “Hey, I know you’re going out with friends tonight to celebrate the end of the semester, but if after that you still need some more celebrating, just stop by here around six tomorrow evening and I can take you out for dinner, my treat. If you want.”

-          So you have a great time with your friends, telling them about your upcoming date with the interesting new barista

-          And then the next night, you actually head over to the coffee shop to meet up with him for dinner, and he smiles when he sees you as he’s locking the place up

-          He takes you to this Korean bbq place that’s really good, and the two of you get a corner table and have a blast

-          And the two of your hands brush occasionally as you pass chopsticks and food, and flirtatious comments are passed back and forth, followed closely by flirtatious glances, the whole enchilada

-          And then when you guys get back to the shop in his car, because your car is still there so he had to drop you off there, he opens the car door for you and while you two are standing there, hands you his number and says “hey, this was fun, and I’d love to see you again outside of the shop. So if you enjoyed this too, then just text me and we can do it again sometime soon.”

-          So that spot at the bar right by him becomes your permanent place

-          And even when it’s busy, you can usually get that spot because all of the usuals start torecognize you and they know that that stool is where the barista’s girl sits

-          And you guys talk while he works, and you get work done on your laptop

-          And then when he closes up shop, the two of you often get food together, or you just sit tight at the shop and enjoy the quiet and eat some of the leftover pastries

-          One of those nights, about a week after he first asked you out, you two had just finished a pastry each, and you were both heading out

-          He locked the door behind you two as you left, and when you turned to say goodbye to each other, he stopped for a second, leaned forward about an inch before stopping again to look at you

-          Then he leaned in to give you a soft peck on the cheek

-          And your heart started beating a mile a minute and you didn’t know this but secretly so did his

-          In fact his heart actually had been beating a mile a minute since you two got up to leave because that’s when he’d decided to do this, but he had done a very good job of keeping it all under wraps

-          So after the little cheek kiss, he leaned back just a couple inches, only enough that though he was stil kind of next to your face instead of in front of it, he could turn his head a little and look out of the corner of his eyes to look at you and gage your reaction

-          After the initial tingle and flutters subsided, you looked up at him and turned your head towards him just a little so that you were facing him and your lips were only centimeters away from his own

-          After one final brief pause, he closed the gap, so softly, and kissed you on the lips

-          It was really gentle, and simple, and his hand reached up to just barely cup your cheek

-          When he pulled away, you were both smiling with little blushies dusting both of your cheeks, and after a moment, he broke the silence

-          “See you tomorrow?”

Don’t You Forget about me

Dean and the reader go to South Dakota to see Jody and help Claire with her so called hunt the reader shares something very interesting

Dean and Reader, Sam, Jody, Claire, Alex 

Warnings: Fluff (seriously guys, teeth rotting sweetness) 

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Originally posted by superwhomerlinandholmes

           Dean and I hadn’t been together long, but we already knew we were soulmates. I hadn’t been feeling well and when Dean brought home that Elvis burger it just made me sicker yet. Dean had gotten a call from Claire so we decided to book it to South Dakota. Dean kept asking me if I was sure I wanted to go with my current situation. “Babe I’m fine” I kissed him on the cheek and got in the back seat.

           I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew we were stopped getting gas and getting food. I knew why I wasn’t feeling well but I couldn’t tell him, not yet. I grabbed a caffeine free coke and some funyons. I was trying to get the nerve to tell Dean but I didn’t want him to freak. I was about six weeks along from what the tests showed, I had a doctor appointment in a few days to check on the baby.

           “Dean? Can we talk?” He turned his head and you could see the worry on his face. I grabbed his hand and led him over the picnic tables. “What’s wrong?” I started tearing up and I tried to talk but instead I go into a panic attack. I finally got the courage and grabbed his hand and put it against my stomach. I had a slight bump, I watched his face as it went through different emotions.

           It finally settled into a huge smile and teary eyes. “Really?” “Yeah I’m about six weeks and I was petrified with how you were going to react” I started tearing up again and he just cupped my face and kissed away every worry I ever had. “I’m so happy right now! Knowing we are going to be parents is amazing”.

           We got back into baby and Dean insisted I sit up front, Sam looked at me confused and I winked. As soon we started on the road again, “I think Uncle Sammy has a nice ring to it! How about you babe?” “What about Uncle Moose?” Sam immediately jumped in asking the million-dollar question. “Are you pregnant?” I slowly nodded and Sam had this amazing smile and kept repeating “uncle sam” under his breath.

           We finally got to Jody’s and I could smell the food, it smelled so good but my stomach was also rebelling against me. We all sat down and enjoyed dinner, the girls were arguing as usual when it went into unprotected sex. I choked on my food when she brought up condoms knowing that I was pregnant because of a heat of the moment situation.

           “Y/n? Your backing me up, right?” “Well y/n and I have some good news” I looked over at Dean and he winked. “We’re having a baby”. The room went silent looking at us, watching us. Jody looked like she was about to cry, getting up she walked over and hugged me tightly. “I’m so happy for you guys” The rest of the night was happy and excitement.

           When we settled in for the night Dean had big spooned me always having his hands on my stomach. He was so happy and content, so ready for the next steps of our lives.

Forgotten Nation: Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Rated T (might go higher)

Ship: gerame/germerica


General summary: The United States has always been a mystery since the beginning of its time. It’s the only nation without a personification, despite the world’s persistent expeditions to find it. Now, the country is over 200 years old with no signs of a representative, and the other nations have given up their mission.

On an irrelevant note, Germany finds himself smitten by an American receptionist, and is torn between pushing the human away and falling into the comforting arms of love. However, the American has a deep secret that questions his status as “human”.

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anonymous asked:

I'm hyped up on caffeine and totally just imagined Chase lying seductively on the bed with a fidget spinner on his cock and I had to share it with you.

This is…this is why we can’t have nice things…that’s all I can think of right now and the image is VIVID lemme tell ya.

Promised ~ pt. 5

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: OFC Izzy x Stiles

Rating: NSFW 18 + Explicit Smut

Word Count: 6098

A/N: The conclusion of Izzy and Stiles. This got really long, but I didn’t want to split it. Lots of feels, major character death. Thank y’all for such positive feedback on this fic. I loved writing this. The whole Soulmate AU is awesome and I hope I did this one justice. 

Part 1 | 2 | 3 |

“Izzy!” Stiles calls out as he slides the door of the loft open. No response. “Iz! Why aren’t you answering your phone? I swear to god, you’re going to give me a panic attack woman!” He sets the coffee and donuts on the table and makes his way upstairs. “Izzy, are you seriously still sleeping? It’s like-” he stops when he sees the bed empty, still made like it hasn’t been slept in.

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anonymous asked:

Can I request a Dean scenario? Like the morning after a one Night stand with him and you have a small crush on him. But he don't know what his feelings are towards you. With a bit fluff please ;-;(why does it sound like I'm ordering ice cream?)

DEAN: Fluff Scenario

The Morning After

           If you had told yourself a year ago that you’d be waking up naked in Kwon Hyuk’s bed, you would have asked your friend to smack some sense into you. Kwon Hyuk was every dream girls’ guy. He had ungodly handsome features along with the most gentlemanly personality. He put the sweet in sweetheart and the throb in heartthrob. But Kwon Hyuk was also inaccessible. In the past year that you had the honor of knowing him, you had yet to even hear a whisper of him having a girlfriend. Some even thought he could be gay.

           But as you wrestled around in your sleep, slowly waking up while the memories of last night came flooding back to you, you remembered that Kwon Hyuk was far from gay. He knew his way around a woman’s body and god! You were blushing in your sleep by just thinking about it. Before you awoke fully, you relished the feeling of him against you one last time, knowing that those sensations would likely never occur again.

           A soft humming finally pulled you from your slumber. Peeking your eyes open one by one, you subtly lifted your head to check your surroundings. He was the first thing you saw. With his back to you, his bare back for that matter, you watched in adoration as he hummed to himself, a mug of coffee in his hand while he stood by his window, watching the sun rise. Could he be any more majestic? Seriously, he was like something out of a romance novel.

           As if he felt you stir and wake, Kwon Hyuk glanced over his shoulder at you. Every worst case scenario popped into your head at that moment. Now he knows you’re awake, what if he throws you out? What if he glares at you in disgust? What if he lets you down easily by saying what happened last night was mistake? Okay, so that last scenario would be preferred but was it so wrong to hope that he’d ask you to stay?

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Games in the Sheets

wonho x reader


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anon nymph wished– hello :) can i request 70 “Call me that one more time, see what happens” from the drabble game with wonho? :) and maybe 69 “Bed. Now.” it could be in one drabble or you can write them separately :) (i’d prefer separately tho, cause that’d mean more things to read about wonho ♡ hehe) thank you!

Here is the other half of your wish, dear! ^^ It’s kind of funny cause I struggled for a minute there, but I was listening to DNCE’s-Toothbrush (idk if you have ever heard the song or not) but it kind of gave me a bit of inspiration for this. lmao! I do hope you enjoy! ^^


#69 Bed. Now.

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Living in the Dark

It’s 2:30 am, and my game just ended. I nod to myself in satisfaction. I am the high scorer for the third match in a row in Rocket League. I sucked at first but I usually end up getting pretty good at most video games I play…not because I am naturally skilled but rather due to practice. I turn off the Xbox out of boredom and start thinking about my next time-waster. I have approximately three minutes to decide what to do next. Once I find something to do, I’ll feel content.

Originally posted by toxic-eunoia

I’ve been diagnosed with chronic insomnia for about six years now. The first three years were made up of long, frustrating days & nights.  5-8 day streaks of no sleep were typical (11 days was my longest run). Most nights I would cry, stare at the clock, search Tumblr/Reddit for other insomniacs, take a bath, pop a pill, blackout, binge eat, and then cry some more. My mom would find me in the morning on the living room floor with food wrappers and an empty jar of peanut butter next to me - my eyes would be puffy. I couldn’t handle the disorder, or at least I didn’t know how to.

I have since learned to live with my insomnia and the things that come along with it. I rarely get frustrated when I can’t doze off, and I have built up a tolerance for lack of sleep. For anyone who is newly diagnosed or for those people who are just interested, here is what insomnia is like for me & how I deal with the mental & physical repercussions. 

1. I don’t medicate.  After my first full year of sleeping problems, I was practically begging for prescription pills in hopes that my quality of life would improve. My doctor, hearing my pleas, prescribed me Ambien at a 10mg dosage. My first month of being on the medication, I slept like a baby. I thought that was the end of it. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel! I started having energy during the day. I got back in to working out and my grades on exams drastically improved. I started hanging out with my friends again. Ambien was my miracle pill…

After a few months, the side effects (that at first seemed minimal compared to the benefits) were having a larger impact on my life, and I started to build up a tolerance to the pill. The time between when I took Ambien and when I would fall asleep began to increase which led to acting upon impulses and not remembering them in the morning. I had abnormal thinking resulting in some disturbing conversations with my sister (most of which I don’t remember but was told about) along with concerning notes I would write to myself. I blacked out every night, had severe side effects (binge eating, hallucinations, sleep driving, +), and eventually abused the drug. I would take double the dose just to knock myself out. At that point, I decided that I would rather be in an Ambien comatose than be awake. To cut to the chase, a year later I finally asked to wean off the drug. I tried a few off-label prescription drugs that induced drowsiness and were not as potent, but I felt that I lost my personality on them. Being sleep deprived, in my opinion, is better than being a pill head zombie so two years ago I opted out of taking any sleeping medications (and I’ve been much happier).

Originally posted by fernandoamerico

2. I don’t do much research about my disorder anymore. Why? Because it’s depressing. If you are newly diagnosed, then yes, scan the web, see a sleep specialist, etc., but if you already know sleep hygiene recommendations, what medications may or may not work, and long term effects of sleep deprivation then stop looking! I got very obsessive when it came to insomnia and/or sleep-related content and all it did was cause me anxiety. This anxiety then reduced any tiny chance I had at falling asleep that night.

*googles ‘how long can you go without sleep before you die’*

3. Find your own sleep hygiene & rituals. 

Sleep specialists have a recommended list (and so does the web) regarding sleep hygiene but once you have had the disorder long enough they basically tell you to do whatever works best for you.  An example of something not recommended is playing games or doing anything that wakes up your brain. Puzzles and strategic games actually help me fall asleep - my mind is super active at night so any game that requires my focus helps me fixate on one thing rather than twenty. 

The most important and protective ritual I have over all other sleep hygiene items (sleeping naked, not staying in bed if I can’t sleep, not eating late…) is that I ALWAYS keep busy if I am going to have a sleepless night. I used to lay in bed and continue trying to sleep which just left me alone with my thoughts. Alone with my thoughts for hours, days, weeks, years… For my mental stability, I broke out of this habit and decided to identify “time-wasters” such as taking a bath, watching a TV show, playing video games, painting, reading a book, etc. I give myself usually three minutes to switch between activities in the middle of the night. If I go over those three allocated minutes, I start to think about how I am not sleeping which then gives me anxiety about how I will feel when the sun rises & I have to start my regular day. Here are some collages I made (to help the time pass) during a few of my insomnia nights:

4. I don’t get upset about other “insomniacs,” but I used to.  Everyone has trouble falling asleep from time to time and sometimes that makes them think they can relate to me. When people would say “I had insomnia last night, I know how you feel” I would get so mad that I would almost cry. In my mind they were saying that their one night (or even maybe one week) of bad sleep was equivalent to the misery I felt. I also hated when people would tell me things to try before bed as if I haven’t looked in to them myself and/or had my doctor educate me on them. “Have you tried to lay off of caffeine?” “I heard you should turn off all devices before you go to bed. Do that.” “I take Melatonin and it works for me - you should try!” Ughhh.

Even if some of my friends, coworkers, or acquaintances are naive of my experience or about insomnia in general, I now understand that they are not trying to belittle my disorder. If anything, they are just trying to help or relate to me which are both good qualities in people. Also, since I have built up a tolerance to lack of sleep I know that a sleepless night or two is probably more difficult and aggravating for the average person than it is for me now.

5. I tell people (but not for pity). I used to want pity, but I don’t need it anymore. I have sleepless nights frequently but I am not saddened by them like I once was. Insomnia is a part of me and I truly feel like I have mastered the disorder to the best of my ability. Sometimes the physical aspects are unavoidable though (when I hit 4+ days of no sleep, you can notice), so I have learned that telling my boss, coworkers, friends, and family helps alleviate any suspicious thinking (such as being on drugs, being sick, not caring about my work…). 

Although I have been in touch with some insomniacs online, I have only talked to one insomniac in person. It was a very therapeutic because most people don’t know what it’s like to live in such an isolated world (12am-7am) but she did. She was up when I was up. When I was laying on my floor looking up at the ceiling, she could have been too. In a sense, I did feel like we were in an exclusive club together, & I feel like that with the online community as well. 

I wanted to blog about my experience with insomnia because when I was newly diagnosed, I felt very alone. The limited times I came across someone who could actually relate to me, it was comforting. I hope I can give that comfort to someone else. I realize that there are people out there that suffer from more extreme conditions and disorders than I do, and I hope they are able to find their community as well…and , if possible, find peace in their situation like I have. 

Originally posted by wannawatchfriends

anonymous asked:

You are amazing. Could you do 122 now please? xx

(Aww thank you, you’re too sweet! I really enjoyed writing this one–I should try whatever this mixed POV is more often. Hope you like it!)

“Hey, Holtz, I’m doing a coffee run for everyone,” you said, poking your head into Holtzmann’s lab space. “Can I get you something?”

Holtzmann looked up from the proton pack she was working on and felt a little jolt as her eyes landed on you. You somehow managed to look cuter every time she saw you; what had started out as a playful interest in you had gotten seriously out of hand. As you stood there, smiling expectantly with a little notebook in your hands, Holtzmann considered turning her request into an opportunity to flirt. Anything as hot as you? A double shot of your face? No, those didn’t really work. “I’ll have, uh, the maximum amount of caffeine they can legally serve a single person,” she finally said. “In whatever form that may take.”

You laughed and Holtzmann mentally fist-pumped. “I’m pretty sure that’ll be an espresso something or other,” you said, “but I will tell the barista exactly what you said to make sure.”

“If I don’t experience heart palpitations, I don’t want it,” Holtzmann said. She threw in a two-fingered salute for good measure.

“I’ll see what I can do,” you said. Were you blushing? You scurried away before Holtzmann could quite tell, and she sighed. She knew she had to do something about this crush sooner or later, but this was something she really didn’t want to mess up. She threw herself back into working on the proton pack to distract herself from her indecision.

A few minutes later, Abby walked into the lab. Holtzmann was so used to having her oldest friend in and out of her workspace she barely glanced up, but what Abby said nearly made her drop some molten metal. “We need to talk about (Y/N).”

“What? Why?” Holtzmann stopped working again and pushed up her goggles, suddenly feeling very defensive. “(Y/N)’s the best thing to happen to us since we got this firehouse. I thought you liked having her around.”

“No, no, that’s not what I meant,” Abby said. “Of course I want her around! If anything, I want her added to the payroll, because she’s already doing half the things we pay Kevin to do just because she’s friends with us. She’s a total sweetheart.”

“Then what’s the issue?” Holtzmann hated these kinds of conversations. There were too many emotional factors coming into play at once.

“I’m worried you’re going to hurt her,” Abby said. “I know flirting with cute girls is your big hobby, but I really think you should back off before she ends up seriously falling for you.”

“You think (Y/N) would fall for me?” Holtzmann asked, her tone coming out much more eager than she wanted. Trying to recover and sound incredulous, she said, “I’m not trying to do that. Hurt her, I mean.”

“I’m sure you don’t want to hurt her,” Abby said earnestly. “Your heart’s in the right place, it’s just what you do. But I think (Y/N) has a little crush, and I don’t want her to run away when nothing happens…”

“Abby, I have a crush on her,” Holtzmann blurted. “As in, I’m genuinely interested in her. For dating purposes.” Now that it was out of her mouth, it was official. No turning back.

Holtzmann had never seen Abby look more excited for something that wasn’t paranormal or soup-related. “That’s so great, Holtz!” she exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, if you two get together–”

“What are we talking about?” Erin walked in, closely followed by Patty. “Something exciting happen?”

“You’d better not be spilling secrets without me here, Holtzy,” Patty said.

“Holtzmann has a crush on (Y/N),” Abby announced before Holtzmann could stop her. Having her love life at the center of a group conversation was the last thing she wanted.

Erin gasped. “That’s wonderful!” she said. “Do you think she likes you back?”

“Obviously she likes her back,” Patty said. “Have you seen that poor thing lately?”

“Really?” Holtzmann’s embarrassment faded with this new information.

“I’m so glad you’re going to ask her out,” Patty said. “If you scared away my new book buddy, I would not be happy with you. You are going to ask her out, aren’t you?”

“Either you ask her out or I’ll do it for you!” Abby interjected. “I can’t watch this keep happening. It’s as painful as when Erin–”

“We are not bringing up Kevin,” Erin said firmly.

“Oh, don’t worry, I brought myself up here,” Kevin said cheerfully as he appeared in the doorway. “Somebody’s ringing the doorbell. Thought you guys should know. Is this a meeting?”

“No, we’re just talking about Holtzy’s crush on (Y/N),” Patty said. Holtzmann ran a hand down her face, but Kevin looked remarkably unfazed.

“Cool,” he said. “Well, don’t let me interrupt.”

“Kevin, why don’t you go open the door?” Erin suggested gently. “It’s probably (Y/N) with our coffee.”

Once Kevin had gone back down the stairs, Patty said to Holtzmann, “Now that Kevin knows, you have no choice. I give him ten minutes before he brings this conversation up around her.”

“Thanks, guys, this is a completely manageable amount of pressure,” Holtzmann said.

“Oh, come on, you’re a pro!” Abby said. “I don’t understand why you’re getting so worked up about this.”

Holtzmann was getting worked up because you were her friend and she didn’t want to lose you–you weren’t some woman in a bar she’d never see again. And she didn’t just have the hots for you. She really wanted to get to know you better, and hopefully form a meaningful relationship to last. This was, however, more than Holtzmann wanted to say, and besides, she could already hear you coming up the stairs and handing Kevin the smoothie you’d gotten him in lieu of coffee.

“You were right, Erin,” Kevin said cheerfully. “It was (Y/N). Not sure why she didn’t just open the door, though.”

You walked in after him. “Kevin, I was ringing the doorbell with my elbow because my hands were full,” you said. “No harm, no foul, but I got some looks.”

Once Abby, Erin, and Patty had gotten their drinks from you, Abby said, “I have something I want to show you two downstairs. You, too, Kevin.” The three women gave Holtzmann pointed looks–Kevin just looked mildly confused, like always–and left her alone with you.

“Here’s your coffee,” you said, handing Holtzmann a tall concoction. “I lost track of everything that went into that, but it’s probably enough caffeine and sugar to stun a small animal.” You took your own coffee and tucked the empty tray under your arm.

“Eeeeeeeexcellent, thank you,” Holtzmann said. Recalling Abby’s threat to ask you out for her–that was not a story she wanted to tell at parties–she took a sip for luck and said, “Assuming this drink doesn’t kill me, could I interest you in going out with me later tonight? We could get dinner, do something fun.”

The grin spreading across your face erased any lingering doubts Holtzmann had. “Of course! I’d love to,” you said. Your voice shook like you couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

“Fantastic! Can I swing by your apartment around 7?” Holtzmann didn’t really have a plan beyond the initial question, but she was already pulling together possibilities in the back of her mind, somewhere behind the thrill that yes, she was finally actually going to go out with you.

“Yeah, that works perfectly,” you said. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date,” Holtzmann confirmed. You stood there smiling at each other for a few seconds. “I’d better wrap this up,” she said reluctantly, gesturing at the dismantled proton pack on her worktable. “But I’ll see you later.”

“Definitely,” you said. “And if you feel any heart palpitations, put down that coffee.”

“Well, those are just about inevitable now.” There was the line Holtzmann was searching for.

**Backroom Romp**
AU!Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction by Captain-Krazy
Sunday Smut Spotlight Submission
AU!Tom is a vendor that delivers more than just product to Backroom manager Gena
*SHIT! Not him again…. when are they going to change his route!?*
Gena thought to herself as one of the vendors made his way up the ramp with his cart of product. He had only been servicing her store for a few weeks now and she wished his company would stop sending him. Not because he was rude or anything, just the opposite; he was kind, friendly, and had manners. He was also hot as hell, she didn’t know what she liked more about him; his height, his amazing eyes, or that gorgeous smile of his. She just couldn’t stop thinking about fucking his brains out.
‘Hey Gena, how are you today?’
*Horny, as usual…. Thanks to you! Care to step into my office and help me with that?*
'Hi Tom. I’m good, how are you?’
'Pretty good, it’s a beautiful day’

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