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Wrong Loves My Company.

A/N: I don’t know what this is. I got this idea one day, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I know this story may not be everyone’s cup of tea, if not that’s fine. But, I’m really excited about this series and I’m going on start part two today. I also have another series coming up called The After. So, don’t be surprised if I randomly post it. lol

Warning: None.

Word Count: 3656

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Request:  hey! could you do a smut where you and arzaylea hook up regularly and she’s going down on you and then Luke walks in and catches you and you say that you’ve never really don’t much With a guy so arzaylea suggests that she teaches you and you shows you how to like fuck/suck him off?

A/n: So with enough persuasion from some lovely followers, I deiced to accept this request. I’m sorry if any of this is inaccurate, I don’t really know the mannerisms and vocabulary of  Arzaylea (I just watched some of her sc’s and vines on youtube). Anyways, thanks to the anon who requested this, hopefully you like it. I might end up doing more 5sos in the future…  PS: sorry it’s so long lol

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attackonblackmagic  asked:

Can I have a one shot of Eren being a fangirl and Levi being a famous singer?

Don`t sleep with groupies, that was always Levi`s rule, one that was never hard to follow. Until now.

Of course out of all the unattractive, but still very much appreciated, fans he had, it had to be this one, this babe who was the one he was meeting. Backstage, total privacy and all the time in the world. 

And this kid didn`t even realize he was being eaten alive by gunmetal eyes, instead he was gushing over how much he adored No Name`s latest album, and that he was just their biggest fan!

“It`s just such an honor! You`ve always been my favorite!” The brunet squealed, fuck Levi loved brunets. No, stop, bad.

“Right, thanks…”


“Eren. You`re a sweetheart, thanks for the support.” Shit, he was flirting, he wasn`t trying to flirt, fuck his natural charm.

The boy giggled, squirming cutely in his seat. “Thank you, Levi.” He said coyly.

“Heh, gotta ask though, why you`ve got on something like that, in January.” Levi inquired, and it was honestly valid! Not an excuse to sneak a less than discreet peek at his fan`s revealing outfit.

No Name T-shirt that was cropped by hand, black shorts that were verging on indecent exposure charges and high heels that would have screamed hooker on anyone who wasn`t this kid. Eren batted his eyes at him sweetly,

“Well, my mama always told me to dress to impress.” The brunet purred, “So… Are you impressed yet?”



“What if I am?” Levi purred back, his brain screaming at him.

“Then maybe you should take a closer look.” Shit, that pout was going to kill him.

But, he still had self control.

“I don`t do fans.” He said, almost sadly. Eren just laughed again,

“Who said you were going to do me?”

Well then, that changes everything.

Loathing [b.b] (6/10)

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

catch up here: Loathing Masterpost

Series Title: Loathing (AU)
Fandom: MCU
Characters: Bucky Barnes x female!reader, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff
Warnings: Alternate Universe, minor swearing
Word Count: 1,664
Requested: Yes, by all of you who love this story, which makes me really happy xxx
Short Description: You vent to Natasha and Wanda, trying to figure out what to do about the Bucky situation. In the meantime, Bucky goes to Steve for more advice.

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name

After hastily stuffing a shoulder bag with a few clothes and some other necessities, you deserted your bedroom promptly and made your way to the front door of your apartment, disregarding Bucky’s presence wholly; even as he hollered your name after you, struggling to stop you from leaving. You slammed the front door shut, knowing that Bucky would have to explain everything to Steve before snatching your phone and making your way into the elevator of your apartment building. You angrily pushed the ground floor button and waited for the elevator to move as you dialled Natasha’s number.

The phone rang a few times before Natasha’s voice rang into your ear. “Hello?” she answered her phone almost instantaneously, sounding flabbergasted that you had called. “Y/N? How did your date go?” Oh, that. You frowned, reminded that it was Nat that had set you up with Matt, who had discarded you because of Bucky. 

This recognition made you irritated all over again, and soon, you were fuming. “Barnes chased him off,” you told her, which rendered Nat speechless. “Can I stay with you for a while? I really don’t want to be in the same apartment as him for a while.” You added, arriving on the ground floor of your apartment building and exiting it, adjusting the strap of your bag on your shoulder.

“Of course, hon, you’re always welcome.” She promised, before hanging up, letting you get into your car and drive to Nat’s place. 

When she got your call, Natasha had called Wanda over for reinforcements. By the sound of your voice, you would definitely be needing the two of them. After parking outside Nat’s apartment, you grabbed your bag from the backseat of your car and made your way up the granite steps to her apartment. After knocking thrice, Natasha opened the door for you, dressed in a pair of black, ripped skinny jeans and a casual white, cropped t-shirt. “Hey,” she greeted looking at you with an apologetic expression before letting you into her apartment. When you walked into the living room, you spotted Wanda lying sideways on one of Nat’s sofas, looking as if she had been waiting for you to arrive.

“Please explain what happened,” Wanda requested, swinging her legs over the sofa and sitting properly, her brown eyes curious. “Nat filled me in but you barely told her anything on the phone, so there wasn’t much to tell me.”

You sighed, putting your bag down on the floor and taking a seat next to Wanda, Nat choosing the loveseat opposite the both of you. “Barnes… he chased away my date.” You recalled, still a little confused, since so much had happened in such a short amount of time. “I’m not exactly sure how, but I thought that Matt was running late or something, but after a while, I knew he wouldn’t be coming.” You frowned. “Then Barnes started talking about how I was so much better than that guy and that I shouldn’t waste my time and such. And then, he blurted out that the guy seemed like a dickhead.”

Nat sighed in annoyance. “So he accidentally revealed that he had met your date?” you nodded, motioning to Natasha with your hand to confirm her thoughts. “Well, just for the record, Matt is not a dickhead, he’s actually really great.” It was clear that Natasha was conflicted – she didn’t want to pick sides, as Bucky was her friend too – but she certainly seemed annoyed.

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outerspacetrashprince  asked:

Dan buddy, yoga and meditation instructor spock and bones going because someone makes him?

Grumbling didn’t work. Promising to eat better didn’t work. Swearing up and down that he would take it easy at the hospital didn’t work. Swearing in general didn’t work. In the end, it was Jim’s face that finally pushed Leonard over the edge. The way he pouted when he said, “Bones, you really need to take care of yourself. For me?”

And goddammit, he was a doctor! He knew how to take care of himself! So what if he imbibed too often and frequently forgot to eat? So what if he worked himself half to death and forsook sleep? He took his vitamins. But the sad kicked-puppy dog look on his friend’s face forced him down to the store to buy a pair of bright blue spandex yoga pants and a matching yoga mat. He muttered under his breath the entire drive to the yoga studio.

Leonard wasn’t normally a yoga kind of guy. He’d never been very flexible and much preferred a quick jog around the park–something outside, where he could see green things growing. But Dr. M’Benga had given him a coupon for the place along with a stern scolding that he needed to unwind, so he figured he might as well check it out. He had ten free visits and he planned to make the best of them.

The studio was a drab little building that appeared to have been recently painted the color of cement. Inside was nicer, all wood paneling and soft silk drapes, although there were no overhead lights in the lobby. The only light emanated from three bright white string-lights and a glowing rock in each corner. There was a young boy with a stunning helmet of hair filing his nails behind the desk.

The boy glanced up. “Hello,” he said in a disinterested Russian accent. “You’re new. You here for a class?”

“Er, yes.” Leonard stepped forward and flashed his coupon. “I checked the online schedule and saw that there was one in a few minutes.”

“The fal-kov,” the boy confirmed. He took the coupon and punched out a square and then went back to filing his nails. “The non-member changing room is to your left, and the studio is on the second floor. Elevator is beside the changing room if you prefer that to stairs.”

Leonard nodded and hastened to the changing room. He got out of his tired scrubs and struggled into the spandex tights, annoyed by how tightly they clung. They caught on the hairs of his legs. Once dressed he tossed the wrapping off his new mat and climbed the stairs.

There were already people gathered and stretching. Leonard unfurled his mat in the corner, as far away from the front as possible. He didn’t want anyone looking at him. He stood there, uncertain, until a tall slender Vulcan man walked in alongside a short, round woman with long, tightly-coiled black hair. The Vulcan was wearing black yoga pants and a cropped yellow t-shirt that revealed his slightly furry belly.

The woman had a bucket of water bottles and she handed one out to everyone in the room. Leonard accepted it politely and gave her his best winning smile, but she only arched her brow in return. She went and had a hushed conversation with the Vulcan man and Leonard swore they looked his way. He thought maybe it was his nerves getting to him, but then the Vulcan looked directly at him with a piercing black gaze and raised one angled eyebrow.

Leonard frowned.

The woman left and the man stood at the front of the room and unfurled his mat. He introduced himself as Instructor Spock and said they would begin when the room reached the proper temperature.

Immediately, Leonard began to sweat.

He thought it was his residual awkwardness at the new situation, but then he really began to sweat. The temperature in the room seemed to double and it was like they were piping water into the very air itself. Leonard struggled to breathe, but Spock and the others seemed unaffected. Spock had an excuse–he was Vulcan–but the humans in the room must just have been crazy.

“The temperature is now optimal,” Spock said, his voice rich and resonant in the thick air of the studio. “Begin standing, ankles together.”

Leonard hastened to catch up with what everyone else seemed to implicitly know how to do. He followed along as Spock demonstrated from the front of the room how to stand and slowly lift one’s hands to the air. Leonard found his gaze drifting a little south, to Spock’s flat stomach. He jerked his gaze upwards again.

It didn’t seem very difficult at first, and then quite suddenly it got impossible. Spock made them balance haphazardly and stick their legs out at odd angles and lean dramatically to the side. Occasionally, Spock came out into the room and readjusted one of the students. Leonard was feeling headstrong now and refused to stop even though he was already feeling tired and hot and sweaty. He guzzled about half his bottle of water in the first ten minutes and sweat began to bead on his brow and run down into his eyes.

His feet were wet and kept sticking to the mat. His shirt clung to his shoulders. But dammit, he was going to do this. He’d show that Vulcan that all his skeptical eyebrow raising was ill-informed. He was perfectly capable of–ah!–stretching in these…weird…uncomfortable poses. He winced as his back let out a shout of distress.  He let out a breath and held the pose. Spock came from the front of the room and stood behind Leonard, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. Spock only pushed him a half-a-centimeter but suddenly the tension went out of Leonard’s body and his back relaxed. He blinked a confused thank you, but Spock did not respond.

Spock was up at the front looking utterly unruffled, though most of the humans in the room were now huffing and puffing. Leonard figured they had to be at least half-way done–it felt like they’d been at this for hours–so he drank the rest of his water and mopped the sweat from his brow. Spock had them all stand on one leg and then, mercifully, they could lay down. Leonard felt like taking a nap but Spock didn’t let up for a second.

They lifted legs, shoulders, bodies in time to Spock’s meditative voice. Leonard did find it soothing, and at some point his brain stopped registering his discomfort. He moved through the series of poses not without effort, but certainly without thought. He moved where Spock guided him. Twice more Spock came to his mat and helped him enter the pose required, his long hands shockingly cool and dry in the oppressive heat of the room.

Finally, they knelt. Spock told them to breathe and they did so. Leonard felt his eyes close automatically. Breathe in, Spock said. Out. Feel the heat of the room. Moisture in the air. The center of your body striving for water. Breathe in. Out. Feel.

Leonard felt.

He opened his eyes sometime later and saw that most of the students had already left. A few hung out by the door, chatting.

There was a bottle of water hovering near him.

He took it, looking up at Spock with embarrassment. “Thanks,” he muttered.

“It is no difficulty,” Spock said. He stood with his hands folded behind his back as Leonard tried not to drown himself in his haste to drink. He hadn’t realized just how thirsty he was, but now that he had water he realized he was light-headed with dehydration. “You did well for your first session.”

Leonard frowned. “How do you know this was my first time?”

“I know all the students,” Spock said patiently. “We are a small studio. Also your…expression as the room began to heat was quite telling.”

Leonard chuckled. “I guess I didn’t exactly know what I was getting myself into.” He tried to stand up and realized his legs were jelly. He swiped a hand over his brow, disgusted at the sweat still clinging there.

“If you wish—” Spock cut himself off, glancing towards the door. “There is a shower area normally reserved for studio members. I would give you access today.”

“That bad, huh?” Leonard said, hoping he didn’t stink. Wasn’t there something about Vulcans and a superior sense of smell? “I sure could use it. Thanks.”

Spock nodded and looked away politely as Leonard struggled to his feet. Spock lead him to a door tucked away on the ground floor and opened it with a key card. Inside were rows of lockers and two students chatting as they changed. Leonard gave a wave to Spock in thanks and went straight for the showers.

The water was exquisite. Amazing how different water could feel pouring down his throat or over his body, rather than clinging heavy in the air. He let the water run over him and rested his head against the cool tile wall, thinking that maybe everyone had been right. A little exercise never hurt anybody. He felt good. Energized. 

He found towels in a pile and put on his street clothes. When he left he saw no one until he got to the lobby, where Spock was sitting on a wooden bench reading a book with a pair of black thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. He’d changed into a regular long-sleeve shirt that covered his midriff. A real disappointment for Leonard.

He glanced up as Leonard entered.

“Did you…” Leonard trailed off, not wanting to ask if Spock had waited up for him.

Spock rose. His ring finger fell between the pages of his book, saving his spot. “The studio closed. I remained behind to lock up.”

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I had taken so long.”

“It is no trouble.” Spock’s face was soft. “I also intended to tell you that tomorrow you will feel quite different than you do now. There is a certain euphoria after exercise that will fade to exhaustion tomorrow.”

“I know that.” He smirked. “The human body’s no mystery to me, Spock. I’m a doctor by day.”

“I see.” Spock seemed honestly interested. “In two days time I will hold another class. You should attend.”

Leonard laughed, caught off guard by Spock’s forthrightness. “I’ll do that.”

Spock gestured Leonard out and locked up the studio. Leonard hesitated on the sidewalk in the cool night air, feeling like he should say something else. He wasn’t sure what.


“I did not get your name,” Spock said.

“It’s Leonard. Leonard McCoy.” He almost stuck out his hand before remembering Vulcans preferred not to touch. But then, Spock had been touching him plenty during the class. Maybe it was different in that hot space.

Spock nodded and Leonard realized suddenly that his eyes weren’t black, as he’d thought at first. They were a deep, rich brown. Quite inquisitive. “I bid you good night, Doctor McCoy.”

“Just Leonard, please,” he said, and smiled. “Doctor McCoy was my father.”

Spock didn’t seem to get the joke but his face softened anyway. “Good night, Leonard.”

Leonard left into the night feeling lighthearted. He bounced in time to the song dancing through his head, not caring at all that tomorrow he would awake sore and tired, cursing Vulcans and their overheated yoga classes. He knew he’d still be back in two day’s time to unfurl his mat at the front of the room.

And maybe he’d bring his own water, next time.

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Single Looks Good.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: Just a short cute little drabble I had in my files. Figured I would post just to see.


Originally posted by luvinchris

Adjusting your skirt, you take in the outfit you choose once more before you leave your room, your short black pleated skirt, the white crop top T-shirt with the scoop neck with the smallest peek at cleavage, you had paired with a pair of black ankle boots. You gave your curls a fluff, checking your lipstick as you pick up your sunglasses before heading out the door without a backwards glance. You stroll down the hall making your way to the kitchen, as your boot heels click against the wood floor you see the men in the kitchen look up as you walk by eyes traveling the length of you, you stop at the island popping a few grapes into your mouth, smiling at them as you turn heading for the elevator leaning forward you press the call button and wait.

“Feeling better?” Sam ask still staring at you.

“Much thank you.” You turn giving him a smile as you give your curls a fluff once more in the reflection of the elevator, the doors open and Pietro steps off, checking you over as you brush by stepping on to the elevator.

“Wow (Y/N).” He smirks at you, scrunching your nose up at him you grin.

“Eat your heart out lover.” You giggle as the door slides close again.

“Did anyone know she had legs like that?” Tony asks looking around.

“Who know she looked like that?” Sam asks tilting his head.

“I think my heart just stopped.” Pietro sighs leaning against the wall.

“I think the break up is doing her some good.” Buck nods sipping his coffee.

As you step off the elevator you slide your sunglasses on as you make your way through the lobby, pushing the main door open, and running straight into Steve Rogers.

“Oh!” You squeal as you get your footing, laughing.

“You okay?” Steve looks you over, blushing slightly as he takes in your exposed skin and navel.

“Great.” You smile up at him, biting your bottom lip.

“(Y/N) you look,” He grins that half one sided, crooked grin down at you. “wow.” His eyebrows raise for a second but the crooked smile stays.

“Thanks Rogers.” You grin back. The car horn honks and Nat rolls down the window, waving for you. “I’ve got a few things to do.” You smile tilting your head, you start taking backwards steps towards the car.

“Well single looks good on you.” He looks at you before quickly looking down again, you giggle still stepping backwards, you slide your sunglasses down your nose looking him up and down over them.

“Thanks, hopefully not for long.” He smirks at you raising an eyebrow. “I have my eyes set on something,” You look him up and down again. “bigger, you know better.” You shrug pushing your glasses up and turning towards the waiting car leaving Steve blushing and grinning after you.

Dressed down: Keanu Reeves was spotted in LA on Wednesday wearing baggy cargo-style cropped pants with a black jacket and blue t-shirt as he left a gym. (x)

Your faves would literally never dare. Watch Keanu single-handedly bring back cropped, baggy cargoes like it’s 1999 and he just bought out Old Navy. Watch. Everything about this look is money.