dripping in sweat

you received an invitation to a dinner party hosted by one of your more popular mutuals. you want to get to know them better, so you go.

sandwiched between 2 of your mutuals-in-law, you pick off the pineapple from your pizza. you start to think that coming to this party was a bad idea. that fact solidifies itself when your eyes meet with someone across the table: its an ex mutual. you softblocked them a week ago because they were talking shit about your top comfort character. you hope that they still havent noticed that you softblocked them, but their eyes are drilling holes in you. a cold sweat drips down your neck.

one of the mutuals-in-law tries to start a conversation: “so i started watching that new anime… i think im kin with the blue haired one,” they say. the other mutual-in-law turns to look at you. “me too,” they say. the mutual you softblocked says from across the table, “me too”. you stare down at the pile of pineapple on your plate. “m-me too,” you choke out.

coming to this party was a terrible idea

can you imagine if we ever got to see our ladies training together?? picture it.

- a steady green glow emanating from the walls to put kara at a level playing field with the others. 

-alex and sara sparring, both in sports bras and dripping with sweat because neither of them is willing to bow out.

-maggie cheering alex on and telling her to kick sara’s ass.

-sara showing alex some new moves because yeah alex is a total badass, but sara is still a literal assassin.

-and oh jesus. can you imagine the salmon ladder?? alex doing the salmon ladder?! and poor maggie. just drowning in a puddle of her own drool while she watches.

-and then lena walks in because she was helping winn with some science thing and wanted to say hey to kara before she left.

-so she walks in the training room only to be slapped in the face with kara’s shoulders and back muscles flexing while she jumps up the salmon ladder.

-lena literally can’t even form words until she hears maggie walk by and snicker, “breathe, luthor.”

-and kara must’ve heard her come in cuz she jumps down and runs over still panting from the exertion and doesn’t seem to notice the red in lena’s face.

-so she acts cool and says “hi” and “bye” and is almost out the door when she remembers kara can hear her heartbeat and that she wasn’t actually fooling anyone.

-kara blushing as she goes back to training because she knows how hot lena is for her.

-sara coming over like, “so you tap that yet, supergirl?” and kara bumbling like an idiot because how did she know that’s literally all she ever thinks about??

-okay and maggie and alex at the shooting range? competing against each other and alex is furious because, unlike pool, maggie is a total dead shot and keeps. beating. her.

-maggie coming up behind alex all like, “here let me help” and adjusts alex’s arms but when she moves her hands to her waist alex completely loses her focus and misses the target so they just makeout instead.

-sara attempting to show kara how to throw knives but kara would rather just watch her do it so she starts showing off.

-someone having to resuscitate me because i would die.

Sterek Hogwarts AU

“Stiles are you sure about that last petal?” Scott crouched under the table.

“Nope” stiles answered, sweat dripping down his forehead, hand shaking over the bubbling cauldron.

“Maybe you should ask Harris?”

“Maybe you should own up to that Gryffindor tie and help me” Stiles hissed back at him.

“Or Derek?” Scott whispered making Stiles jump.

“Why him?!”

“He’s looking this way like he wants to help us” Scott nodded his head towards the table to the left where Lehey and Hale were working on their cauldron.

“He is?!”

Was the last thing the class heard before the petal slipped from Stiles’s fingers and into the cauldron. started sizzling in exactly 0.2 seconds and exploding into green slime over the entire 3 rows surrounding it.

One good thing that came out of this entire failure was that Derek Hale was the first one to run up to Stiles and help him clear the slime out of his face, while holding him in his other arm to his chest.

Stiles dreamed about those arms for the next week.

Whisper

Summary: Nat does everything in her power to finally get you and Bucky together. 

Warnings: This is pretty much all smut: unprotected sex (please use protection), thigh riding, oral (m receiving), praise kink (kinda?). i think that’s it, let me know if you find anything else

Words: 3.4k

A/N: I finally wrote something! I have a few more pieces in the works now too. Sorry I haven’t been writing as much, but I am trying to work on that. Hope you enjoy. Send me requests here. 

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Bucky’s Idea

Hey guys! Here’s another oneshot for you. I wrote this when I was really mad one day and it actually made me feel a whole lot better! Lesson learned, when upset write some Bucky fluff. I hope you guys enjoy, I really like this one. Happy Saturday!

Warnings: angry reader that turns into crazy fluff

Note: The reader has powers similar to Wanda’s, kind of a telekenesis that you’re still learning to use. 

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Originally posted by sebastianobrien

Steve, Bucky and Sam were in the corner of the gym, filling their water bottles, their foreheads dripping with sweat and their tinted cheeks warm from their workout. Their chests were still rising and falling more rapidly than usual as they joked with each other and set up plans for later that night.

The endorphins running through their systems had them on cloud nine. You, however, felt the opposite.

You hadn’t even bothered to change your clothes before blasting into the gym and hoofing it over to the punching bags that were hanging from the ceiling, waiting for you to take everything out on them.

But Steve got in your way.

“Hey, (Y/N), what-”

“I’ll fix it Steve!” you snapped, making him back off. 

He crawled back over to the corner and took his water bottle from Bucky who had been holding it for him. You didn’t miss Bucky’s wide, slightly fearful eyes.

You pulled your sweatshirt over your head and threw it on the floor, your agitated powers making slide further away than you planned. Left in your leggings and thin tank top, you started throwing punches into the bag in front of you, making it sway back and forth. Even it was afraid of you today.

She did that? Tony’s pissed about that.” Sam whispered. 

“Her powers are linked to her emotions. She’s… having a rough day.” Steve tried to defend you.

“Seems like more than just a rough day. Did you see what she did to that-” Steve stuck out his hand to quiet him, but you had heard Sam’s mumbling.

“You’re next if you don’t shut up, Sam.”

Sam didn’t dare stick around to see if you’d keep your word. But Steve couldn’t leave you like this.

“Hey, why don’t you tell me what’s going on, try to calm down.”

“This is calming me down,” you sneered with a hard punch.

Bucky’s eyes were snapping from you to Steve like he was watching a ping pong match. 

“Come on, (Y/N),” Steve continued.

“I’m fine, leave me alone.”

“At least wrap your hands.”

“I don’t need it, Steve.”

“Yes you do, here.”

I don’t need it!” You wailed and sent the punch bag across the room, ripping it off its hook with your powers.

Steve stared at the bag in complete astonishment. He’d never seen you use your powers for anything destructive, and he had definitely never seen you yell at anyone. Exasperated, he finally gave up. He stalked out of the room with his hands surrendered in the air with a sharp “Fine.”

You moved to another bag a few feet away and started hitting into it, ignoring the sting on your knuckles from the harsh fabric. You were so engrossed in your abuse, you didn’t notice Bucky quietly standing next to you. After a particularly hard hit, you returned your wrists to your home position in front of your face. You jumped in surprise when he grabbed your right forearm and started folding the black, cotton wrap around your hands. 

“By the time you’re done, your knuckles will be raw,” he mumbled.

Within seconds, he was done and walking out of the gym. A pang of guilt ravaged your gut, you had never snapped at the guys before. You decided to ignore your sinking stomach and continue taking your anger out on the bag, you would apologize later. 

You carried on until you could hardly lift your arms, thankful for the wrap around your knuckles. You couldn’t imagine what your hands would look like if Bucky hadn’t helped you. 

The thought made you smile. You and Bucky weren’t very close, but you still work together, counted on each other out in the field. Though you would never say it out loud, you knew he could read you like a book. The one thing you and him had in common was your stubborn attitude, and he knew how to handle you like no one else on the team did.

Your rambling brain stopped as soon as you jumped in the shower. The hot water soothed your muscles and ran down your skin, leaving streaks in its path. You concentrated on the steam rising in the shower stall and fogging up the glass instead of replaying your awful day in your mind, which you had a habit of doing. 

You stood under the water until it ran cold, and only then did you shut it off and change into your favorite pair of pajamas. They were soft and cozy, the shirt was light and the pants long enough to cover your toes.

As you were running a comb through your tangled, damp hair, your stomach rumbled, begging for some kind of dinner. You sighed, knowing that the guys would be downstairs and this was your chance to apologize for being so rude and downright mean to them in the gym.

The elevator led you to the kitchen and before the doors even opened you smelled the scent of delicious pizza. Your mouth began to water and your tummy growled in anticipation.

You walked into the room and received a loud greeting from the guys who were sprawled out on the couches in front of the television. 

“Hey! There she is!”

“We have pizza!”

“And movies. All the ones you like.”

Sam’s body was taking up the entire couch, his feet hanging off the arm rest and his arms held high in the air. Bucky was sitting in the lounge chair next to him, grinning brightly at you, and Steve got up from the chair across the way and started walking over to you.

“What? What is this?” you couldn’t hide your excitement or your astonishment.

“We’re having a movie night. Only if you want to though.” Steve slung his arm around you and walked you over to the kitchen counter holding boxes of your favorite pizza. 

“We wanted to apologize for being up your butt today at the gym. We just hate seeing our little ray of sunshine upset.” He mussed your damp hair and you scoffed at his teasing. 

Steve, not knowing his own strength, pulled you into a one arm hug that resulted in your head being pushed into his arm pit. As you pushed him away, you felt the sting in your arms from your workout earlier. When your giggles ceased, you became much more serious.

“I’m the one who needs to apologize. I was downright mean today and-”

“(Y/N), shut up and eat your pizza!” Sam yelled from the couch, interrupting you.

Steve handed you a plate from the cupboard. You took it with a smile and sighed. “Okay, okay.” 

You caught Steve before he made to return to his spot in front of the television. “Steve, uh, thanks,” you said quietly. A movie night was just what you needed. 

“Oh, it wasn’t me. This was Bucky’s idea,” he said to you and then turned away and plopped down on the couch, leaving you with a gaping jaw. You caught your pizza slice before it fell on the floor and took a bite, your eyes still wide in surprise.

While Sam was starting up your favorite movie you inhaled your first piece of pizza and hurried to grab another and make it to the couch before the credits started. The familiar music made your heart swell, as did being surrounded by your friends. They were pretty special, you decided.

As the movie went on and the warmth from the pizza fizzed away, you began to feel the chill that was almost always in the tower. You regretted only wearing a thin t-shirt when you felt how cold your skin was. 

Luckily, hanging on the arm rest next to you was a familiar looking dark green hoodie. “Hey, Steve, do you mind if I throw this on?” you whispered, earning a scowl from Sam who always hated when someone interrupted his Disney movies.

“Not mine,” he mouthed. Then he pointed to Bucky, telling you it was his.

Your head snapped to the right to find Bucky already looking at you. You weren’t sure how he would feel about you borrowing his clothes, so you stood up and whispered, “I’ll just go get one of mine, be right ba-”

“No, no, just wear mine. It’s okay.” Bucky stuck his hand out to stop you from going anywhere. He grinned and nodded again to tell you he was sure.

You smiled in thanks and plopped down on the couch again, slipping your arms into the over sized sleeves and plunging your head through the hood. You wanted to stay inside, it smelled so good. It didn’t smell like cologne or anything you were familiar with. It just smelled like Bucky, not that you noticed he had a distinct smell before you buried yourself in his sweatshirt. But now that you did, you never wanted to smell anything else. You could even go without the smell of delicious pizza if you could always have the scent of old timey soap and after shave ghosting through your senses. 

However, you tried to be a normal human and when you emerged from the hoodie, you pulled your hair out of the neck and snuggled into the extra fabric that was wrapped around you. You hoped Bucky didn’t noticed how you pulled the sleeves over your hands and brought them up to your face so every inhale was laced with his scent. 

Two movies later, the gang admitted their sleepiness. Sam turned off the TV and you offered to put the pizza away and clean up the kitchen. It was the least you could do, this whole shindig was for you, after all. 

You started putting leftover pizza into plastic baggies as you said goodnight to the guys. Sam ruffled your hair and Steve smoothed your locks back down and kissed your forehead before they both headed upstairs.

You piled the empty boxes on the counter and turned to shut the light off before you finished wiping off the counter. When you turned back, the boxes were gone and Bucky was standing there, sponge in hand. His dark figure made you jump out of your skin and squeal softly. 

“Jeez, Buck, you startled me. I didn’t know you were still down here,” you said with a hand covering your thundering chest. 

“Well, I couldn’t just let you clean all this up by yourself,” he said softly, rinsing off the dirty sponge and setting it on the side of the sink.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound in the room was the buzz of the refrigerator. Your nervous habit of tucking your hair behind your ear struck again, but it made you notice the thick green material covering your fingers.

“Oh, here, thanks for this,” you said as you started taking off his sweatshirt. 

“No, it’s okay, keep it for now, it’s chilly in here. You can give it to me tomorrow,” he rambled.

“Okay. It is really warm, I might just steal it.” You winked.

“It looks good on ya, brings out your pretty eyes.” His surge of confidence quickly melted away as he cleared his throat and continued to babble. “Uh, it’s from the army. That’s why it’s so warm, they don’t make stuff like that anymore.”

You giggled and then hummed in agreement. You looked down at your hands and wrung them together, the sting from the punching bag reminding you about the guilt you still felt from this morning.

“I’m sorry I was such a jerk today. Um, thanks for…” you lifted your sleeve covered hand, “helping me.”

“Hey, we all have our days,” he said, taking your raised hand in his and rolling up the sleeve, showing your red knuckles. His brow furrowed in concern as he gently ran his fingers over the red marks. He shook his head and breathed a laugh out his nose. “You’re stubborn as all hell, ya know that?”

Your eyes lifted from your hands to his smirk. “I’ve been told once or twice.”

He chuckled softly and you thought of what you could say to make him laugh again. It was a wonderful sound. 

He covered your hand with the sleeve and returned it to your side. “Better lay off the punching bags for a few days.”

“Yes, Sergeant.” You said. He chuckled again and the sound made your chest swell.

You knew the conversation was over, but you didn’t want to leave him just yet. You leaned against the kitchen counter and played with your hair once again trying to find the right words to say.

“Steve told me this was your idea,” you said, implying the movie night.

“Punk,” he interjected, making you giggle. 

“Thanks.” You said simply. 

“Ya know, Steve calls you our ‘ray of sunshine,’” he mocked. “But it’s true. We just hate to see you upset. I hate to see you upset.” He admitted quietly.

What came out of his mouth was not what you expected. You didn’t know what to say. So you rose to your toes, placed a hand on his chest and kissed him quickly on the cheek before saying “Goodnight, Bucky,” and turning away.

You took two steps and you were about to enter the hallway when a hand wrapped around your wrist, turned you around, and pulled you into Bucky’s strong body. His lips quickly latched onto yours in a gentle kiss.

His hands cupped both sides of your face while yours settled on his waist. You tilted your head to deepen the kiss and wrapped your arms around him and tugged on the back of his shirt. His fingers pushed through your hair and held your locks at the back of your head. 

If you thought his scent was sweet when you pulled on his sweatshirt, now it was overwhelming. He swam around you and you happily drowned, never wanting to come up for air because it would mean being away from him.

His tongue begged for entrance and you eagerly allowed it, humming happily as it danced with yours and allowed you to taste even more of him. Your brain convinced you if you didn’t touch every inch of him, you’d combust, so you complied. Your fingertips came around from his back and up his chest, pushing his to land on your hips. As your hands wrapped around his neck and tangled in the hair there, his lifted the sweatshirt just enough for his fingertips to land on your skin and leave flames behind.

It felt like years passed, but you wouldn’t mind spending your entire life in his position. Everything he did was so gentle, you’d never felt anything like it. It was addicting. Now that you had a taste of him, you never wanted to let go, and from the way his body was glued to yours, you knew he felt the same way.

You finally pulled away but only far enough to grab a breath. He rested his forehead on yours and held you tightly around your waist.

“If I knew you were going to kiss me back like that I would have done it ages ago.”

You breathed out a laugh and pulled back and looked into his clear blue eyes. Even in the dark they sparkled.

“Well, now you know,” you laughed, running your hand through his hair and trying to memorize the way the his lips curled into that bright toothy smile. You’d never seen him smile like that.  

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I wish people would realize, especially when writing traumatized characters, that PTSD is so much more than just nightmares and flashbacks. In fact, that’s only one group of symptoms for it.

PTSD is being unable to relax in your own home because although you know you’re safe, your mind is stuck on red alert 24/7. It’s feeling your heart race faster and faster, sweat dripping and feeling sick to your stomach, and you just want to hide. 

It’s accidentally lashing out, it’s being unable to concentrate. It’s spending hours trying to distract yourself because you can’t get to sleep - and why would you want to, anyway? 

It’s feeling so much fear that you wish you were dead, and your hands just won’t. Stop. Shaking. Nothing helps you calm down; the effects of your panic attacks last for days, making you physically ill and unable to do much except cry.

It’s not trusting your loved ones and looking away so that you don’t see the pain in their eyes when you tell them not to touch you, when you question their motives and love for you. It’s hell, and it’s so much more than flashbacks and nightmares. These are some primary symptoms, yes, but they aren’t everything. 

I decided to try yoga

Because I am chronically stressed out and tense. I’ve been doing it for a week now, and here’s what I’ve learned:

  • YouTube is a treasure trove and I’ve been missing out.
  • Yoga is way harder than it looks. Apparently the first 2 days I was doing some advanced level stuff. I’m back to beginner stuff now.
  • My shoulders prefer to be tight and up near my ears, okay?
  • I am a sweaty beast. How can breathing and stretching make me drip with sweat? 
  • I need to vacuum.
  • I am much more flexible than I thought.
  • I have absolutely no core muscle strength. 
  • I’m so glad I’m not trying this in public.


  • The YouTube yoga lady is a bit too crunchy for me, but I assume that pretty much all yoga teachers are going to be pretty crunchy.
  • Yoga is not for bedtime. 
  • Apparently me + floor sitting = attack mode for my cat. My arms are covered in scratches and bites. 
  • Srsly, so much sweat. 
  • I already feel more stretchy and relaxed. 
  • I have no idea if I’m doing things correctly, but I’m appropriately sore afterwards.
  • My balance is…unbalanced. 

It’s April 26th, and it’s hot, unbearably hot. Harry feels like his insides are melting, about ready to ooze out of his body. He doesn’t remember it being this stifling the last time he was deployed; it’s like the heat is magnified, weighing him down, dragging him into the dirt. He’s trying to stay focused, he really is, but he has sweat dripping into his eyes and he’s miserably dehydrated and he feels off balance in every sense of the word. Liam asks if he’s feeling okay, and Harry nods slowly, furrowing his brows, wondering if he’s really that transparent. He feels pathetic, slightly, and weak for being the only one this affected by the 108 degree sun. He forces himself to keep up with Liam’s strides, his gear heavy, and by the time they catch up to Rob and Colin, Harry’s vision is spinning.

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Under the Gloves

“Papa, what do you like about mom?” The lavender haired boy tagged along beside his father, both dripping with sweat as the doors to the gravity chamber closed behind them.

His father scoffed, eyes narrowing as he kept his stare straight ahead, “That’s an odd question.”

“Not really,” Trunks flexed his shoulders, wincing slightly. He was definitely going to be sore in the morning, “I mean, you guys are always arguing and stuff. Usually that means you don’t like each other.”

“You have a lot to learn about females.” Vegeta opened the door to the kitchen as Trunks practically ran him over; he could appreciate his sons ravenous appetite.

After the two of them raided the fridge, practically all of its contents laid out on the the kitchen island. Trunks through a large bite managed to say, “I mean, you guys never even hug in public. I’m not even sure you sleep in the same room all the time.”

With a roll of his eyes, Vegeta finally turned ever so slightly in his chair, “Your questions are irritating. Relationships aren’t always about mushy, useless displays of affection. If your mother and I didn’t want to be together, We wouldn’t-”

“You’ve got mustard on your glove.” Trunks interrupted, pointing with the chicken leg he was holding.

“Damnit,” Vegeta growled, dropping his steak to begin peeling off his gloves.

Trunks continued to gnaw on his lunch, mulling over his fathers words as he watched him carefully peel off the now stained gloves from his large hands. He’d always wondered about his parents relationship. Gotens parents at least seemed to like one another. His parents were like oil and water, flammable and volatile; but they’d been together awhile so there must be something to it…

The son of Vegeta nearly dropped his lunch when he saw the gold band on his fathers now exposed ring finger.

Vegeta tossed the gloves off to the side of the island and picked his fork back up. He finally noticed Trunks’s obvious stare and smirked, “I only wear it under my gloves. Don’t want to lose it. Sometimes relationships are the things you don’t see.” He finished quietly and went back to eating his steak, “And don’t tell your mother.”

Trunks smiled and happily picked up his chicken.

  • my future child: mommy what did you like to do when you were younger?
  • me: *painful flashbacks of reading ACOMAF in one night, reblogging everything in the tag, reading all the fanfiction and eventually setting up a fan account and get even more ACOMAF feels*
  • me: uhh.. *sweat drips down forehead* i liked to read books sweetie
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 Hi my name is Hinata Sunshine Little Crow Giant and I have fluffy sunshine orange hair (that’s how I got my name) with ginger streaks and sweat dripping tips because i volleyball so much that reaches my mid-back and radiant yellow eyes like sunshine tears and a lot of people tell me I sound like Ayumu Murase (AN: if u don’t know who that is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to the Little Giant but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a middle blocker but my height is super short and I suck at blocking. I have pale white skin. I’m also gonna be an ace, and I go to a high school called Karasuno in Japan where I’m in the first year (I’m sixteen). I’m a middle blocker (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love volleyball uniforms and I wear all my clothes with them. For example today I was wearing a black and orange volleyball shirt with matching sweatshirt below it and black and orange volleyball shorts, white trainers and white socks. I was wearing black wing eyeliner (because I’m a crow!). I was walking outside Karasuno. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very unhappy about. Oikawa stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him

“Hey Hinata!” shouted a voice. I looked up. It was…. Kageyama Tobio!

“What’s up Kageyama?” I asked.

“Nothing.” he said shyly.

But then, I heard my team call me and I had to go away.

Uh, this is my first ever story. Please tell me if it’s good. p.s. thanks to Applepi5 for editing my story. And stupid shiratorizawa stop flaming my story!

In relation to my Sirius post

Imagine Remus.

He’s fighting. His face is dripping sweat, he’s fighting for his life. But also for his wife and son at home, unaware of what is happening.

He’s fighting and he sees her. He panics, he strikes down the Death Eater he was fighting and heads for her.

But now he’s distracted.And he hears her scream first, but never sees the green flash.

And then everything is silent, there’s no battle. He never hits the ground. Hogwarts is whole again, and he’s confused.

He turns and sees James and Lily and Sirius. And he knows.

He just died. After everything, he died. And now his wife- who left their son- is fighting alone.

And he can’t speak. He would feel sick if it were possible. His wife just watched him die. Was she clutching his body? Fighting with a murderous rage? 

He realises it must be the former when he feels her hand slip into his and he turns

and they stare at each other

Because Teddy’s now alone.

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I am Atlas. The weight of the world crushes my shoulders. My muscles tremble and stinging sweat drips into my unseeing eyes. It’s so heavy. I’m so heavy. But darling, but there is something heavier still than the weight of the world; the sins of its people. This city screams like a wounded animal and I wish desperately to cover my ears, but I can’t.— my hands are full of earth and my ears are ringing with the howling of the damned. I can’t save them. I can’t save them all.

Maven in Glass Sword
  • in castle
  • Maven: I hate Mare so much that bit- *trips and hundreds of photos of Mare fall out*
  • Guard:
  • Maven: *trying to pick up photos frantically* no listen these are for evidence for mother she needs to know what mare looks like so thats why i have- *more pictures fall out* just listen *sweat dripping from forehead*
  • Guard: your highness maybe i shoul-
  • Maven: *slips on a picture and all the pictures scatter on the ground* LISTEN TO ME GODDAMNIT
  • friend: i heard the kind of books you read and the kind of movies you watch have this huge impact on your future, so obv the kind of pairings you ship are most likely how your future relationships are gonna turn out
  • me: interesting...
  • *screaming panic on the inside*
  • *realizes nearly all my ships are problematic*
  • *imagines all the possibilities with sweat dripping down forehead*