had to post this before bed

Favorite Sweater

A/N: This is from the point of view from a reader with chronic migraines inspired by something posted earlier about not seeing many sick readers in the fluff department and because I just watched Kingsmen tonight. Hope this is something like you had in mind.

“Go on. Give it a go.” He bit his lip in anticipation. You eyed him and the dog before beginning to speak.

“JB, fetch my favorite sweater.” The dog leaped off the bed and scurried out to the living room. You could hear the scrap of his nails and tap or his paw pads tracking through the house. Then there was a pause followed by the noise returning. JB came to the edge of your side of the bed holding Eggsy grey sweater you loved to steal when you missed him or your headaches got the best of you. Accepting the sweater your lips pulled up in a tight smile. You didn’t like crying especially even if they were happy tears. “You taught him that just for me?” Your boyfriend was beaming at this point.

“That’s not all! He can also fetch your pills or a water bottle and he can bring the phone over or push the speed dial I installed should you ever need me.” There was no way you could hold back the tears any longer. “Oi, why are you crying? It ya head again?”

“No. No. Nothing of the sort. You just…” He gently wiped the tears as you marveled at him. “I love this sweater.” You both burst into chuckles.

“I know you do and you’ll always have it, aight?” He peered into your eyes earnestly and you nodded back at the bright blues. You pulled him down for a heated kiss that you didn’t break until you heard a small whine. “Oh bugger off JB.” He whined back making you laugh again. Patting the spot on the bed for him the small pug leaped back up to get comfy.

“Thank you.” You whispered cuddling into his chest.

“Anything for you, love.” He murmured into your hair as he rubbed your back until you fell asleep.

Tags: @thecupcakeconsumer, @courtneychicken, @barely-emily, @itsanerdlife

New Bed and Breakfast Trilogy Cumming

Hi readers! Ages ago, before this blog was even a tumblr, I wrote three chapters of a story called ‘Bed and Breakfast’ about a fledging gainer who checks into a bed and breakfast that just so happens to have a resident encourager-chef as well as an overstuffed guest. Needless to say… gainer hi jinks ensue. 

I’ve had 2.5 additional chapters collecting dust on my hard drive, so I decided to finish them up and get them posted. So, ‘Bed and Breakfast: Part 4′ will debut next week! Get caught up here:

Bed and Breakfast: Part 1

Bed and Breakfast: Part 2

Bed and Breakfast: Part 3

“So I love your Fionn imagines, so I was hoping I could request another? Maybe where she’s his friend from homes sister, and they wake up after what she assumes is a one night stand, but it’s not to him. Just lots of fluff and cuddling cause I’m obsessed with this boy already. If you can, thanks so so much!”


Firstly, thank you so much!! I wrote this one a few times before actually posting. Hope you like it, love! x

He laid there. Frozen. Paralyzed from fear. He looked at her, laid next to him. Their clothes thrown all over the floor. He just had sex with the girl of his dreams. The girl that lit fireworks in his stomach. The girl that lit up his world.

“I love you” he whispered into the dark. Hoping but at the same time dreading if she were awake and heard him. He drifted to sleep until he felt the bed moving.

She woke up and sat up in the bed, holding the sheet over her chest.

He stirred awake from the movement. 

“Stay with me…please” he whispered. She laid back onto the pillow and looked at him. He opened his eyes and smiled at her. He pulled her close to his naked body. Skin to skin. Just like a few hours ago.

“I…uh…I don’t usually do one night stands…I’m sorry.” she said. 

“What if I don’t want this to be a one night stand?” he spoke. Her eyes said ‘I want more’. He kissed her nose.

“You’re gorgeous” he smiled. She blushed and closed her eyes. “You really are.”

She smiled softly and kissed his lips and fell back to sleep in the comfort and warmth of his arms. It had to be a dream…


Lipstick

(Also posted on AO3)

Draco found the tube under his bed. He knew it was the lipstick Pansy had lost and had been bitching about for days to anyone within earshot. He also knew that she had owl ordered a new one although, that wasn’t why he didn’t give it back.

He waited until everyone was in the great hall for dinner, spell locking the bathroom door behind him before he even dared to take the lipstick from his pocket. He opened it carefully, setting the outer tube on the ceramic counter with a soft click that seemed to fill the empty room. He twisted the tube and the deep red lipstick rose, feeling accusing just by being exposed to the air, in his hands, alone in this room.

A single faint tremor went through his hand. If his friends, if his family ever found out- He couldn’t bear the thought. But it was just curiosity, nothing more. Once he had done it, he would just leave the lipstick in the common room somewhere and be done with it. It was just once.

Draco bit his bottom lip thoughtfully and then lean forward. He hastily dried his lip with his thumb and then carefully traced his bottom lip, leaving pale red in its wake. He blinked, his heart rate picking up as he carefully went over his lip until the color was as deep and rich as the lipstick itself. He was a little too hasty on his upper lip and had to use some tissue to clean up the line until it was perfect.

He pressed his lips together and let them go. It was like looking at someone else. He had never paid much attention to his lips before except in passing.  They had a nice shape and the lipstick made them seem fuller and bigger. Draco leaned back from the mirror, shivering when he took in all of himself. The red was so stark against his pale skin, stark and bold. His cheeks were flushing with excitement and nerves.

He liked it. He liked everything about it.

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Some Batdad Headcanons

- When Dick first came to live with him, Bruce purchased a bunch of parent help books. He buys new ones with each kid he adopts, and no matter how much he studies he’s always unprepared for his psychotic children and their antics. 

- Everyone assumes Stephanie is his daughter and every time someone mentions it he and Steph are both thoroughly grossed out by the thought. 

- Damian shows Bruce his drawings sometimes, and every time, much to Damian’s embarrassment, Bruce insists on hanging them on the fridge. 

- The cabinets at Wayne Manor are filled to the brim with World’s Best Dad mugs. 

- Jason owns a Dad’s Little Stinker t-shirt. 

- When they were younger, Bruce used to let his Robins ride on his back if they got tired on patrol. 

- Tim falls asleep in random places when he’s particularly sleep-deprived, and each time Bruce will sigh tiredly before picking him up and carrying him up to his room, planning on drugging his coffee to get him to sleep more often.   

- Once he had to tie Damian to a post when he was misbehaving on patrol. 

- The first time Jason called him “Dad”, (on accident, mind you), he legit cried and hugged him for ten minutes straight. 

- He rarely has a bed to himself because his kids always invade his room at night and insist on sleeping with him. 

- He brags about Tim all the time to his coworkers, and it only got worse after Tim actually started working at Wayne Enterprises. At least once a day Bruce will go to Tim’s office and ask how his “little slugger” is doing. 

- He lets Cass paint his nails and isn’t afraid to leave the nail polish on because he’s so proud of how good of a job she did. Everyone is too intimidated to make fun of him for it.

- Even though he’s in his twenties and has an apartment of his own, Dick will still drive all the way to Gotham and sleep in Bruce’s bed when he has nightmares. 

- Bruce attends every single one of his kids’ graduations and award ceremonies, even the pointless ones that nobody really cares about. He will be there cheering in the front row every time.  

- Bruce was surprised that Barbara gave a Father’s Day gift to him in addition to her own father. 

- He carries around a bunch of pictures of his children in his batbelt and likes showing them to the criminals he arrests. Poison Ivy makes sure he keeps her up to date on how Nightwing is doing, and Two Face loves hearing about Red Robin’s whereabouts.     

Give You What You Like [Stiles Lacrosse Week]

Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 2, 781

Warnings: nsfw, very sinful + daddy kink 

A/N: So this is my fic for Stiles Lacrosse Week for @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski, this would have been posted earlier but i’ve been super busy, but it’s finally here. 

listen to this song on repeat !!



I scurry to the bed, grabbing my phone and unlocking it as quickly as possible, noticing I had a text from Scott to tell me he was on his way over. I smile at the text before going onto Stiles’ contact. I twiddle my thumbs over the screen of my phone, furiously typing an apology to my boyfriend.

Me: sorry i couldn’t make it to the game baby, lydia texted me the scores! I’m so proud of you baby well done! Xx

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Long Lasting Lies [p.p]

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Title: Long Lasting Lies
Fandom: MCU/Spider-Man
Characters: Peter Parker x female!reader, Ned Leeds, May Parker, Michelle, mentions of Tony Stark,
Warnings: mentions of cheating on a partner, description of mugging, mild swearing
Word Count: 3,343
Requested: No, this is just me having major Peter feels at the moment due to me seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming last weekend
Blurb: You, Peter Parker’s girlfriend, have noticed that Peter has distanced himself, and have caught him lying on multiple occasions. When you confront him after being saved by Spider-Man, you are unaware that his excuse is only another one of his lies.
A/N: I have been super busy with exams, school and other personal things, which is why I’ve been so absent, but I’m hoping to update more frequently now that they’re over but I can’t be sure! Remember, I live in Australia where the school year ends in December so we’re only on winter break at the moment. ALSO I ONLY PROOF-READ THIS ONCE I’M SORRY IT’S LITERALLY 1:33AM DON’T KILL ME

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[L/N] = your last name 


The first time that Peter Parker lied to you was over the phone. You had just gotten ready for the date you had both planned as a post-midterms celebration when the familiar tune of your ringtone graced your ears. At the sight of Peter’s Caller ID, you had managed to grin before picking up. 

“I’m absolutely starving, Parker.” you greeted, taking a seat on your bed and tucking your left leg under your right. “You better have made reservations at the pizza parlour because you know how busy they can get on Fridays,” you added, and when Peter said nothing, you raised an eyebrow. “Peter?” 

“I’m here,” he assured you since it sounded like he wasn’t present in the conversation at all. “I’m here, sorry,” Peter mumbled his apology before taking a deep breath, one that you could hear even over the phone.

“Are you okay?” you inquired, immediately noticing the edge in his voice. “What’s up?”

“I’m so, so incredibly sorry that I’m doing this to you,” was what Peter chose to lead with. “But I can’t make it tonight.” 

For a moment, you the nervous feeling in your stomach turned into disappointment, but you shook it off quickly, knowing that there was always a good reason for Peter’s cancellations. “That’s okay. What came up?” you asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry about it.” something about the way Peter was speaking — perhaps it was the way his usually nonchalant voice seemed strained — made you immediately come to the conclusion that he was lying to you. 

“Peter,” You began slowly, putting a smile on your face, knowing that this would make your voice sound less worried than you truly were. “If there’s something going on, I’m not going to hate you for telling me. I’d really rather know than, well, not know.” you paused, giving Peter a minute.

“It’s nothing, I swear. Just some emergency stuff came up with Ned and I really have to be there for him is all.” Peter lied so smoothly that you almost believed him, but the waver in his voice when he swore he was telling the truth was enough to expose his fibbing.

“Alright,” you allowed yourself to frown. “Well, I hope everything’s okay with Ned. Let me know what happens when you can, okay?”

“Of course, love you!” and with that, Peter hung up the phone. You were sat on your bed for a moment, phone pressed to your cheek before you realised that he was gone. You lowered your phone onto your bed and sighed, glancing around your room, digesting the conversation you had just had with your boyfriend. Things with you and Peter were still relatively new, going on roughly five months, but you had known Peter since the beginning of high school, which was over a year and a half ago. In this time, you had really gotten to know Peter and his quirks, including what he sounded like when he lied.

Deciding that you still deserved some sort of post-midterms treat, you reached for your phone again and dialled Michelle’s phone number as you pulled off your black lace-up heels. 

“Hey, Y/N.” Michelle greeted you, her voice slightly more vibrant than usual. “I thought you were going out with Peter tonight?” 

“I was,” you confirmed, getting to your feet and comfortably pacing your room. “He just cancelled though, so I’m all free! I was wondering if you might accept a stray into your Friday night plans?” you asked hopefully. 

“Well you know how I feel about taking in strays, everyone’s welcome,” Michelle continued your banter. “Actually, Ned and I were just going to get something to eat so why don’t you join us?” This made you frown.

“You’re heading out to eat with Ned? Like, right now?” you questioned slowly, letting it sink in.

“Yeah, we’re on our way out, but we can totally meet up with you! Ned scored us a table at that pizzeria that we all like by promising that we’d be there in at least twenty minutes. Are you up for that?”

You paused. “Yeah, totally.” you agreed. “I’ll meet you guys there. And Ned’s good?” you asked, making sure that you weren’t imagining things.

“He’s pretty jazzed that midterms are over and his deteriorating test-stress has finally been demolished,” Michelle said, and you heard Ned loudly protesting over the phone. “We’re all good. So we’ll see you in twenty?” 

“See you then.” you agreed before bidding Michelle farewell. You hung up and frowned, the idea that you had about Peter lying confirmed. If there was an emergency with Ned, why would he be going out for pizza with Michelle? Suddenly, the combination of your lace camisole top, skinny jeans and leather jacket seemed a little too dressed up just to get pizza with Ned and Michelle. Going on a date with Peter allowed for the camisole and heels, but dinner with friends didn’t seem like it needed as much special effort. 

Frowning, you stripped off the leather jacket and began to rummage through your closet in order to find a replacement for the camisole, choosing a Nasa t-shirt — which you were certain belonged to Peter — and pulled that on instead. You opted for a pair of old sneakers and pulled the jacket back on before grabbing your bag and phone heading out the door to meet your friends.

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Apparently, the rule of “if I fits, I sits” also applied to suitcases.

This was a problem that Kent discovered when he came back from the bathroom. Kit had decided the best place to sit in the entire house was on top of his folded clothes.

Laughing softly, Kent snapped a picture and posted it onto Instagram before he gently removed her from his suitcase so he could finish packing. She protested and tried to climb back in again as soon as he’d set her aside.

“You can’t come,” he told her, but she ignored him and hopped back in.

After the fourth time, Kent gave up and stretched out onto his bed. It only took a few minutes before Kit finally abandoned the suitcase and settled on Kent’s chest instead.

Mrow?

“Yeah, I love you, too.”

Always Together (M)

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: Rated M, graphic sexual descriptions

A/N: something that had been sitting in my drafts for over a year and edited a bit, might as well post it since i’m probably not going to finish the entire story anyway! :) 

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Today is very Special

Today is… so many things for me…

it’s my first Fathers day…. Little Aura is 2 weeks old, today would have been her due date.

and…

it’s my one-year anniversary of being @bluehasablog

to think…

a year ago, I met the love of my life, and of the course of that year we have loved and cried and shared our lives together. We even created a new life out of our love…

I can’t imagine my life without him. or my two beautiful girls.

I can’t wait for the years ahead

I love you so much Blue.

Thank you for filling the past year with so much happiness. it’s the happiest I’ve ever been in my whole life.

I can’t wait to marry you.

To my two little girls.

You have made one of my dreams come true. 

I’m a father… I’m your father.

I love you both with all my heart and I can’t wait to see you both grow into amazing young women.

Thank You

I want to talk about a situation involving a Taiwanese fanartist who draws fan art of Undertale. Her art is absolutely gorgeous, but unfortunately, someone attempted to kill her by offering her a cookie with NEEDLES inside of it.

It is believed this was an attempt to KILL her, not hurt her feelings, but actual MURDER. Of course, the Undertale fan who offered said cookie didn’t seem to understand the whole fucking point of the game. 

LIFE MATTERS AND IT ISN’T OUR PLACE TO TAKE WHAT ISN’T OURS.

That aside, there are actually people DEFENDING this sick and twisted thinking.

…except she doesn’t draw pedophiliac art. She doesn’t even draw Frisk and Sans NSFW! But of course, our brave little social justice knights here have come to stop the evil of ships they don’t like!! 

*groans*

In all seriousness, this is why I absolutely hate Tumblr and the Undertale fandom. It’s bullshit like this that is made as an excuse to murder an artist. The same shit happened to a fan artist in the Steven Universe fandom, but dare I say it’s got worse on Undertale’s end. It’s disgusting to see people like this actually exist. I don’t really agree with any ships that aren’t otherwise canon (ie Xayah x Rakan, Alphys x Undyne, etc) but do I go out of my busy life to harass a person who likes something I care very little for? NO!

And before any little triggered micro-aggressed polykin “minor” pops up here who demands that I apologize for their made-up sob story of Uncle Peewee touching their weewee and that the artist “deserved it”, I want to make it clear for 10 years of my life, I was sexually abused constantly by my uncle and my stepfather. I had no power because I was seen as a little girl (although I’m a nb now) and my mother wasn’t sure who to believe. Finally when my uncle got tried for rape, the system said they had no sufficient evidence, even though he had many of my little girl panties hidden under his bed that was dismissed as evidence. Her drawing this art has no emotional response out of me. I see nothing inherently wrong with an individual drawing art of FICTIONAL CHARACTERS. If a person drawing hurts you bad you feel the need to kill, you should seek counseling or find the closest nuthouse on the block before you become a threat to decent people.


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Doubt (reader x Bucky Drabble)

Characters: reader x Bucky, Natasha

Summary: A competition about who loves the other more reveals a deeper, sadder truth. 

Warnings: some fluff, then the angst. Sorry. 

Word Count: 1082

A/N: I don’t know where this came from but my brain wanted some late-night angst, so here you go. Perhaps I shouldn’t dwell on past relationships and their pitfalls late at night. Hm…
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Originally posted by gliceria

Chime.

You paused for a moment, tangled in an impossible dress that Natasha insisted you try on. Where the hell were the sleeves in this thing?!? Defeated, you decided to pull the dress off over your head and reassess the sleeves/neck hole/straps situation. Only Nat would find interest in such a complicated article of clothing.

Chime.

Freed from the cloth, you smoothed down your hair and took another look at the dress.

Chime.

“If you don’t answer that damn phone, I’m gonna smash it,” the redhead bellowed from the changing room next door.

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I’m happy.

I get paid to travel the world. My job is perfect. I meet people from all walks of life and every day is a new learning perspective.

I’m happy.

I can buy the things that I want. I shop without looking at the tagged price.


I’m happy.

I have the sweetest dog. He has just learned a lot of new tricks. He gets excited whenever I come home and gets sad when I leave.

I’m happy.

I have great friends. They’re always there for me. We go out all the time. We love each other genuinely.

I’m happy.

I have a loving and supportive family. We sometimes fight, but at the end of the day I know they have my back and I got theirs.

I’m happy.

I watch movies alone. I don’t have someone to explain how the movies go. I don’t have someone to share popcorn with. I don’t have someone to argue with when choosing the movies.

I’m happy.

I eat at restaurants alone. I see the stolen glances as I tell the waiter I’ll be only needing a table for one. I shrug it off.

I’m happy.

I walk alone and see a crowd of mediocre people as I would like to condescendingly call them- the couples wearing couple shirts, the families who are just window shopping, teenagers still wearing their school uniform. They seem to enjoy themselves but I know they are not happy. They don’t have what I have.

I’m happy.

I see photos of families eating at a local fast food store and I wonder why do they even post it on social media. There’s nothing special in that place. They smile at each other and put a caption about how much they love each other. I don’t hit the like button.

I’m happy.

I paint. I read. I write. I try to cook. I have lots of hobbies to keep me busy. People tell me that I must be so happy doing these things. I never tell them I could only paint when I’m sad.

I’m happy.

I know that the girlfriend of the first boy I loved controls what he posts on social media. My bestfriend tells me she’s controlling and crazy. I tell her maybe he’s not really happy. Maybe, he’s just settling.

I’m happy.

I stalk the girlfriend of the guy I had an affair with and tell myself that I am way better than her- that he should have chosen me. My bestfriend and I look at her photos and insult her. We laugh our asses off. I smile.

I’m happy.

I remove all my make up. I lay down in my bed. I stare at the ceiling for a few minutes before I pray. I thank God for all my blessings and still ask Him for more.

I’m happy.

But why do every night before I finally go to sleep, this statement turns into a question? Am I happy? I tell myself that I have all the reasons to be. But it doesn’t answer my question.

I wonder who I am convincing, the world or myself.

I’m happy.