“Come on Y/N,” Tony trails after you as you continue your
way down the hallway. “they have hidden secrets.” Tony pleads with you, hoping
you’ll give in and use your gift to pick through the team’s minds.
“Tony, I can’t pick through someone’s thoughts. I can only
hear what they are thinking at the moment.” You remind him for the millionth
“But it could be something so good. Call it a birthday gift.” He grins at you.
Imagine Lucio asking Efi to be the flower girl for his and Hana's wedding, she then proceeds to faint from excitement.
I LOVE THIS?? (It kind of turned into a wedding heacannon for bunnyribbit, but oh well. Also, I headcannon Lucio as Catholic)
The wedding is already arrange, but they are missing the most important piece. Lucio approaches Efi with his offer, and she nearly hyperventilates from thinking about being the flower girl for his and D.va’s wedding.
It’s set in Brazil, with lots of their culture mixed together. Before the wedding even starts, Lucio gives D.va’s mother a wooden goose. A Korean tradition, wild geese mate for life, so his gift is a promise that he will care for her daughter for life.
D.va wears a diamond lace halter strap princess style wedding gown. Her high heels are colored gold, a wedding tradition in Brazil.
The church is grand and beautiful. D.va is excited, only ready to see her future husband’s face. Lucio is a bundle of emotions, but more then ready to become one with the love of his life.
Efi is dressed in a beautiful green gown, tossing bright flower petals on the path to the alter. Her excitement is contagious, and Lucio smiles at her job well done.
Walking down the aisle, D.va’s father is proud as he hands her to Lucio. The groom is crying, but D.va is smiling through her tears as well.
The priest speaks the vows, Lucio and D.va accepting in the other’s native tongue. Once they are pronounced man and wife, they throw their arms around each other. Kissing as husband and wife as their family and friends burst out in joy.
After the celebration has ended, they take off to Korea. Their honey moon giving them time together and the chance to enjoy their first days as husband and wife alone.
You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?
Catch Up Here: Masterpost
After a wonderful night sharing the soft and fluffy bed with Jensen, you woke to get ready for a much needed girl’s day. Both Jensen and Jared were planning on staying around the house, hanging out with the kids, giving you and Gen some much needed time to relax.
Jensen lounged in the bed, shirtless and irresistible with his rumpled hair and cocky grin. You stood there in nothing but his borrowed shirt, looking through some of the items he had been able to pack for you. “If I had my way, you’d wear nothing but my shirts.” He interrupted your concentration.
A/N: This took SO LONG and I’m super sorry! I just recently got adopted by a baby squirrel and I’ve been taking care of him, making sure he’s okay. I named him Buckwheat! He’s adorbs. This was requested by @ittybittywriter. Also, can anyone tell me how to do the “read more” html on the app for the phone? I don’t own a laptop/computer
A/N Part 2, Heart Complications update: I’m working on Part 3 as we speak and BE WARNED, IT’S GOING TO GET VERY DARK. There’s going to be a few jealous men, some stalking, slight abuse, harassment. It’s going to get dark, so I figured I’d warn you first off before I post it.
You’ve been friends for years, but what happens when Jeff talks you into a night at the bar?
“Oh come on, it’ll be fun to go out. You know, something you don’t know how to do?”
Jeff was right. You didn’t know how to go out. Hell, you barely knew how to get out of your pajama pants into jeans half the time. You were always a shy person, even after four years of being best friends with the youngest Hardy brother. You two had met at a house show where he managed to botch a move, throwing himself over the barricade into your lap. The accident started a beautiful friendship.
You look down at your half assed attire. Black skinny jeans and a normal purple cotton shirt. You roll your eyes and sigh.
“Fine, you win. I’ll have to.. dig something nice looking out of my bag”.
You can hear Jeffs smile pulling from ear to ear.
“I’ll meet you at the club after the show. I’ll text you which one we decide one. See you there?”
“Well obviously, you already talked me into going out. See ya later”. You hang up with him, turning around to face the big balcony window.
You grab your duffle and rush over to the edge of the hotel bed. You begin shuffling through your duffle bags, hoping to find a miracle you threw into you bag when your packed it, half asleep, before you took this trip with him.
Throughout the years, Jeff always tried to get out into the scene, getting you out of your comfort zone of staying in your hotel room. It never worked, no matter how many times he begged you to go throw beers back. Finally, you feel the familiar, soft touch of silk. Your miracle in a duffle bag. The dress you bought before the tour. It has a low plunging neckline with a strap halter and a slit from on the right hip from the waist to the middle thigh where the dress stops. It’s a beautiful light green, which contrasts perfectly against your skin. You lay it on the bed and check the time on your phone. 9:49.
Good you think. Enough time to get ready. You waltz over to the desk, which has a giant vanity mirror on it. Grabbing the makeup bag you managed to find before leaving home, you begin putting on a little mascara and foundation, to make yourself look like you’re not tired. Your phone buzzes.
Jeff: Hey, we’re going to The Underground. Meet us there around 10:30?
You put your bottle of foundation down, picking up the phone to start typing.
You: Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ll maps it to find it.
Your phone buzzes a minute later.
The phone reads 10:14. You didn’t realize how long you took on your appearance for something you’re not even going to enjoy. You also zoned out the fact that you put on eyeshadow. You get up and walk to the bed, sliding the pajama pants off your body to the floor. You pull your shirt up off your torso and glide yourself into this silky, beautiful dress.
Next is the worst part. High heels. You grimace at the black spiked heels, knowing you’re not the best walking around in them.
“Fake it ‘til you make it, I guess”, you mumble as you pull the heels over your delicately soft feet. You spray a bit of perfume on and off you go out into the dark streets of Chicago. Your hands clenched into your smartphone, following maps down blocks of city sidewalks. A text pops up on your phone.
Jeff: Where are you? You’re late! :P
You smile softly at the semi-worried, semi-joking text as you hit the reply button.
You: Do you know how long it takes for me to look good?
You take a left, finding a brightly lit street of neon signs and loud human activity.
Jeff: Not very long. Getting the balls to come out? Probably about 3 ½ hours of crying and telling yourself you can “do this”. :D
You walk down the street, multiple men and women turn their heads to look at you as you strut passed them.
You: Eat me, Jeff.
Ahhh, The Underground. Finally finding the building as you quickly glance up to read the signs. You turn your phones screen off and push the door open to the night club. Instantly looking for your little party of Jeff and the gang. Multiple heads turn as your legs stride with your walk, checking you out from every angle.
Deans sitting with Jeff, along the likes of Alexa, Renee Young, and Seth. They’re around a little round table, pounding back shots of mid shelf tequila. The burn of the smooth alcohol twists everyones faces into indistinguishable looks of approval. Seths head comes back down, his eyes landing on you. Almost instantly he starts elbowing Jeff. Finally, he looks your way. He takes his swallow of alcohol in surprise before his mouth lays open, the sight of you sending his heart racing. He sways over to you, his tight blue jeans hugging his hips almost too perfectly.
“We started without ya”, ha places his hands on your bare shoulder, “buuutttt, we saved your shots”, his smile beams through the dark lighting of the venue, “you’re three behind”.
He takes your hand and walks with you over to the table, fully noticing that Seth can’t even say a word to you, let alone look at you.
Jeff chuckles, “Cat got your tongue?”
Seth shakes his head, “nah, (Y/N) does”. Bayley smacks him in the arm before laughing.
You take your first shot and instantly wince. Tequila. You wish someone would have told you, so you could have licked some salt. The burn trails down your throat. Before you know it, you’re six shots in, thirty minutes past midnight, laughing at Dean and Renee attempt drunken karaoke. Jeff struts over with another round of shots. As he reaches the table, he eyes you up and down before a light pink spreads across his face. He hands you another shot.
“What was that look for”, you ask, “impure thoughts?”
A grin cracks across his face, “very impure”. He places salt in between his thumb and forefinger. You shake your head and dust it off. “I have a better idea”.
You take the salt from his hand and smile your prettiest “almost beyond drunk” smile, then lick your thumb. You rub the wet thumb on your collar bone and pour salt on it as Jeff raises an eyebrow. You bat your eyelashes, “body shot”? He grins, almost evilly, before pressing his lips to your collar bone, sliding his wet tongue across it, before taking his shot and biting into a lime.
He brings his head to your ear, “your turn”. Jeff empties off the table before jumping onto it to sit, leaning back against the wall. You look him from head to toe, then back up, as he drunkenly pulls his white shirt tshirt up to his rib cage. He then mimics you, licking his finger, rubbing it right above his belt on his hip. He pours a little bit of salt, then hands you a lime and a shot. “Go ahead, princess.”
You smirk, cocking an eyebrow at him before slowly bending your head down to his belt. You slip finger underneath the hem of his pants and tug down slightly, before licking your tongue against his hip slow, as he bites his lip watching. Your head comes back up, to take the shot of tequila. That’s when he grabs your hands and leads you out to the dance floor as a bassy, dirty, EDM song comes on.
Before you can even blink, he’s got his arms wrapped around your hips under the darkened, strobe lit, and black light paint room, as you both begin to grind on each other. Your hips touch as he slides his hand down to the cut of your dress. When did this happen? Why is my heart going a million miles a minute? Your soaked hair pulls against your skin as he again brings his hands up from your hips to your waist, watching your lower body move against his. He spins you around, so your back is placed against his chest as you both continue to sway against each other, getting completely lost in one another’s bodies. He holds your hips so they stay connected to his, the bubble of your ass firmly pressed into the crotch of his jeans, which continue to get more strained every second.
He grabs your arm and whispers “I can’t handle it anymore”. You mouth back, “handle what?”
Not even ten minutes later, Jeff pushes you against your hotel room door, your mouths wrestling against each other for dominance as he scrambles to find the door key. You pull on his cotton tshirt, flicking your tongue against his lips as he nearly rips the key card from the pocket of his pants, forcefully shoving it in the slide, almost breaking the door off the hinges as he swings it open, pushing you both into the room.
He pulls his shirt off without any effort, dropping it to the floor before fumbling drunkenly with his belt. You grab his hands and pull them away, before placing your own hand on his green studded belt, pulling him towards the bed. You strip yourself of the dress with your empty hand, letting it fall to the floor as you lead him to the edge of the bed, pushing him down slowly as he sits on the edge.
You climb up behind him on the bed, pressing your breasts against his back, taking your hands and rubbing them down his shoulders, to his chest, and back up before reaching up and taking his hair of the bun it’s in, allowing his hair to fall against his shoulders. He stays quiet, quickly glancing over at you as you climb back down and place yourself on your knees in front of him. You run your hands from his knees to his belt buckle, his bulge fully straining against his pants, the imprint taking you by surprise. That’s gonna be more than a mouthful.
You undo the buckle, then work on the button and zipper, as he pushes up to allow you room to tug his pants down from his waist and off his body. You look back up at him as he begins to palm himself, the pressure from your tease barely controllable. You watch him for a couple seconds, noticing the wetness forming between your legs. You take the band of his briefs and slowly pull them down, exposing the thick, hard cock in front of your eyes.
As he helps you kick them off, you lap your tongue against the tip. Jeff lays his head back as he leans himself on his elbows. You watch him bite his lip as you fully surround the head of his cock inside your mouth, again licking your tongue around it. You hear a soft moan slip from between his lips. You slide your head father down his shaft as your face comes in contact with his lower body, fully engulfing him in your hot, wet mouth. You pull back and begin to do it again as you feel him twitch inside you. He pulls your hair slowly until he’s out of you, standing you up.
“As great as that felt, that’s not how I’m getting off when I’m with you”.
He stands up and pulls your panties down to the floor, his fingers leaving trails of fire as they run back up your body, before slowly laying you down against the bed, your legs still off of the mattress. His evil grin reappears, as he takes your legs in his hands, pushing them to your sides as he takes in the view of your body. It’s almost mesmerizing to him. He aligns the tip of his still hardened cock to your slick, hot entrance, before pushing the tip inside of you. He gives you no time to adjust as he buries himself inside you directly after. The high pitched, shaky moan you let out, instantly receives a growl from him. He begins to slowly pull out a little, before snapping back in hard, keeping your legs pinned to the bed. Your fingers grip the blanket.
He pulls out again, snapping back in harder, your moan getting louder. That’s when he begins thrusting at a bruisingly fast pace, feeling every inch of him fuck you into the mattress. The bed here’s every time he repeatedly buries his cock inside you, his own moans spilling out. His eyes lock with yours as you’re moaning out swear words, you turn your head to the side, clinching your eyes shut as pleasure completely starts taking over your body.
He scratches your thighs hard, “fuck”, he moans out, breathily. Your pussy begins to clinch around him, keeping yourself from exploding, Jeff puts a hand on the bed to keep himself from collapsing from it, continuing the bruising pace on you. The sweat soaks his hair, as he grinds his cock in you, your expletives getting louder against the blanket as your orgasm begins to take control of you. He knows what’s coming, and it’s you.
His devil grin forms against his lips as his thumb presses against your clit, tempting you to explode.
“You want to so bad, don’t you”, his words like fire from a dragons mouth, only pushing you closer, “my little (Y/N) wants to come, huh”?
Your head nods fast, biting your lip.
“Just how long have you wanted me to do this to you?”
Your head turns to him as your lust filled eyes sends him directly over the edge into his own orgasm.
“Mmmmfuck, (Y/N)”, he slowly rubs your clit in circles, allowing the coil to burst inside you, pulsing against his cock, before he agonizingly slowly pulls himself out of you, catching his breath. With the little bit of energy he has left, he picks you up bridal style and lays you under the blankets, wrapping your sweat soaked body against his own, placing fiery hot kisses along your shoulder and neck before you both drift off to sleep.
The next morning you wake up, and Jeff is already awake. He’s kept you close to him as you slept, watching your chest rise and fall as you breathe.
“We need to talk”, he mumbles.
Your heart starts racing with anxiety. Those four words only almost always means bad things are coming.
“Mmh, okay, what’s up”?, you rub your eyes, taking a moment.
“What happened last night…”, he pauses, your blood runs cold, “…I want that to keep happening”.
“I want that, between us, to keep happening”.
You look up at him, “can I ask a reason why”? His face turns red as he looks away from you. “(Y/N), I love you.”
The breath from your lungs escapes your mouth as you stare up at this messy haired, beautiful man. He looks away again, “I just know last night you were very drunk and I know you’d never have feelings for someone li-“
You instantly cut him off by placing your lips against his.
“Jeff, I love you too. I have since I met you”. Jeffs beautiful green eyes light up like neon signs, gripping you tight in his arms.
Overview:In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office. Much to everyone’s surprise her mother accepts the job, forcing Riley and her younger brother Auggie to leave behind everything they’ve ever known. Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize a lot has changed in the time she’s been gone. Author’s Notes: Lucas finally finds out about what happened in London that caused The Matthews to move back home. [As always the text in italics are flashbacks.] Chapter 10: “Oliver & Company.” Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 Word Count: 4,867
Slowly and reluctantly, Riley uncovers her face. She blinks
several times before the streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and practically
blind her. She sits up, drags her feet off the bed, and rubs her knuckles into her
eyes before stretching her arms out above her head and letting out a well
needed yawn. She needed a few more hours of nothingness. Not to sleep, but to
prepare, to pour her thoughts out onto a page, reorganize, prioritize and pack
them back in again. She had a lot to figure out in terms of her feelings and it
didn’t help that whenever she closed her eyes only one person came to mind.
As her feet dangled off the bed and hit the hardwood floor
she feels a chill in the air. Curious to see what weather she’d be dealing with
that day she opens the window and inhales the crisp, cool air.
“Snow!” She hears Auggie yell from his room. Shortly after
she can hear the pitter-patter of his little feet hitting the floor as he runs
into her room and up to the window she was still standing in front of. “Riley
look it’s snowing!” He beamed, standing on his tippy toes to see out further on
“Yeah, I see it Augs.” She smiles, tussling the younger
boy’s bouncy head of curls. “First snow of the season.”
“Let’s go to the roof!” He insists, dragging her by the
sleeve of her night shirt. She didn’t bother protesting, she knew he’d win out
in the end and she’d never say no to an impromptu play in the snow.
Sticking out her tongue like a little child, they both run
outside hand-in-hand. Not caring that it was frigid, they ran and twirled, the
heavy snowflakes falling faster and faster, almost mimicking their eccentric
She blinked thoughtfully as the frost patiently kissed her
face, she adored the snow, more so when it was falling. The street always looked
like an unfinished painting. Like so much of the canvas was still perfectly
white, as if waiting for the artists hand to return.
“It’s freezing out here.” They hear Topanga say from the
door, “Come back inside.”
goes to Juvia for some advice, it turns out, while she may be smart, she missed
a lot more than she ever did.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Juvia glanced at her bedroom door, it had been a couple days
since she and everyone else returned from the Spirit World. Outside of everyone
who went, no one had memories of what had transpired.
It left a lot of people in a weary state, especially those
that had been transformed into constellations.
“Juvia, can I talk to you?” Levy’s voice came through the
door, and Juvia tilted her head. While she and Levy were friends, they didn’t
hang out too much.
It was disappointing when she thought about it. But, she
noticed Levy was a very quiet girl when it came to things like that. Outside
her small social ring or Jet, Droy, Lily, Gajeel, Cana, Wendy, and Lisanna. Even
then, she spent most of her time with the first four, and that was mainly
because them men all hovered around her.
Juvia had taken a bit to realize, Levy was extremely
friendly, but also extremely introverted. While Lucy could be seen as the
blunette’s best friend, the two rarely hung out outside of the Guild, and here
at Fairy Hills, the smaller blunette hung out with Wendy because the youngest
female spent a lot of time with Levy, reading and learning about different
types of magic.
Outside of a more familial bond with Wendy, Jet, and Droy
and outside the affectionate and friendship type relations she had with Gajeel
and Lily, respectively, she didn’t open up very much.
“Of course, Levy. Juvia is always willing to talk.” Juvia
replied as she opened the door. She wasn’t greeted by the usual warm smile that
screamed Levy. She was met with a nervous look that made Juvia want to hug the
girl and never let go.
“I-I know you and I don’t talk much. And I know that’s
mainly my fault. I… I’m sorry. But… can I ask for your advice?”
im gonna wait to see what the movie does with the women characters because I don’t trust the MCU (or any other company really) to truly take bold and experimental chances with storylines when it comes to black women BUT THAT BEING SAID
IM SO FUCKING HAPPY that the Dora Milaje are costumed in ACTUAL SEMI REALISTIC CLOTHES for fighting in!!!! No weird metal halter straps or inexplicably exposed thighs or armor that’s molded to your tits *cough* WW *cough* or hypersexual bodysuits. Just straight up beautiful and individualistic and complex looking armor and GOD it’s such a little thing but it makes me so fucking happy
Hi! Glad to see a new headcanon blog!! So, what kind of wedding dress/wear would the RFA members + V and Unknown prefer to see MC in, and how would they react to seeing them dressed in it?
I’ll answer these two in the same one because they’re similar. I’m so excited! My first headcanons and it’s fluffy stuff!!
ALSO I COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT YOOSUNG EXISTED THE FIRST TIME I DID THIS I’M SO SORRY LIL BBY BOY
He’d wear a pinstripe suit for sure. Or maybe a tuxedo?
OR A PINSTRIPE TUXEDO???
It’d probably be black and something very classic. Maybe a black tuxedo and a black or navy blue cummerbund??
He’d love to see you in a princess ball gown! You’re his beautiful princess, and he wants to see you dressed like one at least once.
He’d want you to wear something frilly and has rhinestones all over it. Elegant and fancy. Like a real princess!
Elizabeth III is the ring bearer
I feel like she’d want to wear something elegant and classy, but not overly-dramatic or something that screams “Look at me!”, ya know? So no ball gowns for her.
She would also want to be really classic, so she’d wear a white dress and some low heels.
Probably would wear a mermaid cut dress or maybe a trumpet or sheath style one??? Idk just not something puffy.
She’d most likely end up with a mermaid dress with ¾ sleeves.
OR MAYBE SHE WEARS HER MOM’S WEDDING DRESS ;-; Baehee is so cute guys omg
She’d love to see you in anything, and as soon as she saw you, she’d start tearing up.
She would secretly hope you picked something really lace-y and not very sparkly.
He wants to look all grown up (even though he’s a baby), so he would wear a tuxedo.
He’d wear the basic all black and white kind of one, and would be so nervous he almost threw up on himself in the minutes leading up to seeing you in your dress, walking down the isle.
He thinks you’d look good in anything, but honestly?? He’d want you to wear something more modest. Maybe an empire waistline and short sleeves?
But if you decide you want to show skin, he’s totally cool with that. If you wear a short dress or a long one with a slit up the leg?? He might faint?? You’re so beautiful and you’re his wife now.
Once he sees you, he definitely starts crying.
He’d wear a white suit because it’d match his aesthetic
He thinks it’d be so!!! Cute!!! To see you in a tea length dress with 1920′s style hair with bright red lipstick. He loves that look and it makes you look so innocent but a little naughty at the same time ;)
Or you might have a Grease-style wedding! He’d have his hair slicked back and his collar popped up, and you’d have a halter-strapped dress that flares out at the knees.
He’d be so excited and would love getting to have this experience with you!
A space suit
He might joke around and say he’ll wear a jean suit, but in reality he’d take it very seriously and would wear a fitted tux. He’s going all-out.
He contemplated wearing a dress as well, but decided against it.
It’d be a black tux with a bright red or pink cummerbund.
He’d want you to wear something that shows your personality. Maybe something that matched him! So maybe not classic? Like, maybe your dress is red or light pink? He’d still think you looked gorgeous if you wore a white dress, also.
As long as you’re happy and comfortable, so is he.
He’d also dress very formally and proper. But he’d look so good in anything???
He’d want to wear either black or gray but it’s not like he could see what he’s wearing anyway
V, being blind, can’t see what your dress looks like, but he’d assure you that you look beautiful, anyway.
He’d love it if your dress was silky or satiny, because it would feel very nice and, honestly, if you did he’d keep his hand around your waist as much as possible.
Honestly? I feel like he would hate the attention of a wedding. It wouldn’t surprise me if he just wanted to put on a nice pair of pants and a shirt and head down to the courthouse and just sign the papers.
However, if you really wanted a wedding, he’d agree to make you happy, if you promised there’d be a maximum of 12 people there.
He’d dress up a little more than if you weren’t having a wedding, but not as much as most people.
He’d like to see you in something modest and simple, too. Maybe a short dress with stripes or flower designs on it? A white dress with black flower patterns would be so pretty!!
A/N: You were apart of The Avengers, in love with Captain America and suddenly everything is different. Two years later, you’re engaged to a man named Ryan and telling yourself you’re over Steve Rogers and The Avengers, but that might not be the truth. When your secrets start coming to the surface, you have to face the reality that you’ve been trying to bury for two years. Will you say I Do picturing Steve’s face or will you come to your senses and face what’s staring back at you?
(Steve POV in some places, italics are flashbacks)
“I knew there was something off about this creep.” Buck
mutters tense as he stands outside the door, you nod. Sam is touching his
wrist, moving his finger across the screen of the control pad for Red Wing, he
looks up at the both of you.
“I’ve got no movement inside.” Sam looks between the two of