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john mulaney and pancakes

ok SO john mulaney has a new live show on the netflicks (the comeback kid) and i was lucky enough to see him do this act live in milwaukee this summer!!! but the recorded show is missing something special

so summer in milwaukee is known for being like. comically humid. disgustingly, oppressively humid. ‘can’t tell the difference between being downtown and being literally submerged in lake michigan’ humid

and poor john mulaney was wearing a nice-looking but also very warm suit. so once about every 10-20 minutes he would pause whatever spiel he was on, wipe his forehead, flutter his jacket about, regret his fashion choices and ask what was wrong with us that we don’t properly air condition our venues

about halfway through the show, a woman in one of the front rows stood up and started to walk out so in classic mulaney fashion he razzed her that she couldn’t take the heat either and asked her to bring him a pepsi - she didn’t break stride (i would try to play it cool too if over a thousand people were suddenly watching me get razzed by mulaney)

as soon as she was out of the theatre, he turned his mic off and started yelling to those of us who were still in there

okay guys, we’re going to play a little prank on her! can everyone hear me? WE’RE GOING TO PLAY A PRANK! at some point later in the show i’m going to say ‘you know what they say in milwaukee!!’ and you’re all going to wave your arm around like this’ - he jauntily waved his arm with his first finger outstretched, like an 80 year old man doing the charleston - ‘and you will all shout ‘gimme some PANcakes!!!’’

we did a few rehearsals of this until he was satisfied, and he turned his mic back on and continued with his act

a few minutes later the woman walked back through the theatre but passed her row, walked all the way up to the stage, and set a can of pepsi at mulaney’s feet. he stopped, mouth agape for a moment and touched his chest. ‘is this really for me?’ he asked. ‘did i ask you for pepsi? i have no idea why i would do that, i hate pepsi.’ he thanked her sincerely several times, and when she turned his back to him to return to her seat, he made frantic ‘kill’ motions across his throat to signal to us that the prank was off

he continued to lament the heat for the rest of his act, eventually lost the jacket and drank the gifted pepsi, grimacing cartoonishly every time. at the very end of the night he thanked us for being a great audience, thanked the woman in particular for her kindness, and triumphantly said ‘BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY IN MILWAUKEE!!!’ and 1 very generous women was hopelessly confused when 1299 people shouted ‘GIMME SOME PANCAKES!!!!!’

Dirty Minded Cap*

Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requested by @ballerinafairyprincess)
Words Count: 2.1k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.]
Author’s Note: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx

    You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, settling a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.

    “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.

    “I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.

    “You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.

    “Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”

    “I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”

    Steve watched as you left, the way your hair moved in sync with your high heels tapping on the ground and the curves of your body delicately highlighted by your skirt that vaguely reminded him of a vintage look. A light smirk curling his lips and he caught himself staring at you with more feelings than he should’ve had. He shook his head, trying to convince himself it was rude, yet the same very inappropriate thoughts came back to him.

    “Steve?” Natasha called, snapping two of her fingers to bring him back to earth.

    “Uh, sorry, Nat. Gotta go,” the super soldier coughed, excusing himself and he stormed out of the kitchen with an embarrassed and flustered expression plastered to his face.


    As a former member of S.H.I.E.L.D.- now working with the Avengers, you were the one in charge of all the data analysis. You were responsible of all the strategic section working for the group of heroes. You checked if the information received were valid and used for the purpose needed, ensuring a proper functioning of your data.

    You loved this environment, working with former colleagues such as Natasha and Steve was a real enjoyment. You felt humbled when the super soldier had especially asked you to join his team since some of his former teammates had either retired or had gone MIA.

    “Cap?” You knocked at the door of his office, opening lightly.

    Steve unconsciously licked his lips as you entered with this smile on your face, showing your apology and he almost wished you weren’t this polite.

    “Sorry to interrupt, I know you’re still working on tomorrow’s mission, but I think you need to take a look at this.” You stood next to him, sitting on his chair behind his desk and you placed your files to his attention.

    As you began to explain your point, his beautiful blue eyes never left yours as he saw you removing your glasses, fixing your hair and trapping a branch between your teeth.

    “Hey, Steve, you with me?” You waved a hand and his jaw tightened, seeing you wearing this grin on your face with your glasses now clinging to the collar of your blouse.

    “Uh, yeah… I don’t have a lot of time right now, video call from Fury and stuff-” he stammered, shifting his position and you furrowed your brows as he tried to avoid your gaze this time.

    “Are you sure you alright?”

    “I’m fine,” he grumbled and as he stood from his chair, you wrapped your hand around his bicep to stop him and every muscle forming his body tensed once again.

    “You’re not,” you spoke with a gentle tone and he dared to turn back to you.

    “I am fine,” he repeated with a low firm tone and you felt almost intimidated. It wasn’t fear; it was an excited feeling tingling throughout your whole body as you kept looking at him.

    Steve laid his blue eyes on you and an obvious confidence radiated around him. He took a step closer and you could feel his breath landing on your skin or describe the moles on his face as he was so close to you.

    Goosebumps were quick to make an appearance and he smiled as he saw the way you reacted, dropping your head to avoid his powerful gaze.

    “Steve,” you whispered, your chest rising at his touch as he took your glasses from your collar and placed them back on your nose.

    “You look sexy with these on,” his voice was husky and you swallowed, fluttering your eyes closed as his finger traced the side of your face.

    “Sexy?” You managed to breath, shocked to hear him using this word. Steve became more confident around women since he had been defrosted, sometimes he still struggled, but you couldn’t deny this simple sentence made your knees feel like jelly.

    Very,” he insisted, wearing a new smug smile and he couldn’t take this tension anymore as you met his face again, inches away from his.

    Intense warmth overcame your body and the lustful fire in both your eyes was enough response as he leaned and eagerly closed the small gap still separating you from him.

    His hands cupped your cheeks and his thick lips were on yours, winning the dominance as he titled his head to the side. Breathing each other’s air so fast, you felt a new burst of confidence and wrapped your arms around his neck, taking the next step of your kiss as you nibbled his bottom lip away in desperation to have more.

    Steve groaned, his covered erection pushing against your belly as he finally closed an arm around your waist and his free hand palmed the back of your neck, deepening the heated kiss that had you feeling dizzy with passion.

    As you pulled away ever so lightly, your breath itched and Steve’s fingertips traveled agonizingly slow up your arms, discovering your silky surface. He brushed his thumbs over your skin and leaned slightly, the pair of his smooth welcoming lips pressed just under your ear.

    “Do you want this?” He whispered and watched from the corner of his eyes as you nodded your head. “Words, Y/N. Tell me you want this too.”

    “More than ever, Steve,” you rolled your lower lip between your teeth, feeling the pool between your legs soaking your panties like never it had happened before.

    In a quick instant, Steve locked the door and pushed you against his desk, his lips claiming yours in a fiery kiss. His jacket fell to the floor and by the time he’d pulled away, you gasped, trying to catch your breath as he started unbuttoning your blouse and you pulled off his sweater, unveiling his toned chest.

    His lips attacked your neck with a series of languorous kisses and nips or bites along your throat. You whimpered, bucking your hips up automatically and his excitement was pressed against you. You leaned your head back, allowing his lips to find more skin and as you sighed shakily, he smiled, unclasping your bra and tossing it behind him.

    Steve grabbed your chin to make you look at him and leaned to meet you again. The kiss was sloppy, but passionate and it was quick before he pinched your nipples between his fingers. You gasped and he glided his tongue through your mouth, making you moan at the victorious taste of him. He finally broke the kiss, tracing a path with his lips down your neck and stopped at the swell of your breasts, licking the delicate skin.

    “The things you make me do, Y/N,” the super soldier exhaled and you met his gaze as innocently as you could, popping on the desk to sit on the wooden furniture.

    He flicked his tongue across your taut peak, finally taking it in his mouth and sucked on it a long moment. Applying the same treatment to the other, he grazed his teeth across your nipple, biting down and he tugged gently.

    Steve’s eyes remained on your face as his fingers took off your skirt, tugging down your shamelessly ruined panties in the same way.

    “Steve,” you breathed, urging him to go faster and he granted your wish, trailing kisses along your stomach and he parted your thighs, kneeling. Your wetness glistened before his eyes and he grinned proudly before pulling your leg over his shoulder.

    His wide tongue licked a long, generous strap along your slit and he lapped up and down, gathering your sweet juices in his mouth. He moaned against your lips as he tasted you and he made his way back up to your clit, licking another few times.

    “Steve… ah, shit,” you breathed and he pressed his mouth harder against your inner flower. Your hand gripped onto the edge of the desk for support as he closed his beautiful lips around you, starting to suck on your clit mercilessly.

    You carded your fingers through his hair and he worked his magic, holding your hips to keep you still. Watching you cry out his name again and again in pleasure, Steve only increased his work, shaking your rose bud between his lips and you felt the orgasm arriving quickly.

    “I’m- I’m coming!” You moaned, your head leaning backwards and you gripped his roots tighter, closing your thighs. He hummed in response as you squirmed, your legs trembling and the climax came over you for long seconds of bliss you thought you’d never live.

    Licking his lips, Steve rose on his feet and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers quicker than ever before positioning his erected manhood at your entrance.

    “Wow,” you gasped silently, looking at his massive shaft he stroked back and forth and you took it from his hand, applying the same pressure. “Don’t you want a …?” You smiled, referring to a blowjob and he shook his head.

    “Later. I want to be inside, you drive me crazy,” he growled and claimed your mouth once more, pushing inside you with ease as your wetness coated his member.

    Completely filled, stretched by his big cock, you nipped your bottom lip between your teeth and tried not to attract more attention with obscene cries of pleasure.

    So good, Y/N- feel so good,” Steve praised, looking down as he disappeared in you again.

    He started slowly, almost all the way out and came back in, snapping harder each time. He went back to a slow motion, making you feel every inch of his shaft squeezed by your tight walls.

    “How do you like it, huh?” He growled, holding your hips tight and he met your eyes in pure fire like both all your senses were on.

    “Harder!”

    Steve rolled his hips and finally caught the pace, thrusting fast as you lied down on the desk, giving him a view of your breasts bouncing in harmony with his deep movements. With each slam of his hips, you met more of him and the desk shook beneath you as the papers perfectly organized flew off.

    You took his hands in yours and yanked him down against your body, feeling his chest rising and falling every time his breath fanned over your face. You captured his lips with yours, moaning louder in his mouth and he started pounding into you relentlessly, burying his cock deeper to the hilt.

    You wrapped your arms and legs tightly around him, giving yourself to all the pleasures he had to offer and your head fell back onto the furniture as he hid his face in your neck.

    Shit… tell me you’re close,” Steve growled, gritting his teeth as he held back from his own release and you dug your fingers into the muscular curves of his back.

    “Yeah- fuck, right… there!” You gasped, every time his cock found that g-spot everybody had told you about and you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the same heat forming in your stomach beginning to tingle your whole figure.

    He reached down between the two of you and his fingers rubbed circles against your swollen clit, letting yourself go instantly. You screamed his name at the top of your lungs and your hands laced around his neck as your body went limp and your chests pressed even closer.

    You came harder than earlier, your walls tightening his member and Steve finally let out a strangled groan, coming inside you. He tried to shut down his sounds through your skin as his irregular, sloppy and long thrusts rode both your orgasms for mere seconds.

    The super soldier collapsed on top of you, careful to not crush your ribs. You both breathed irregularly, coming down from your highs and his long sighs leaving his nose died on your neck, sending shivers to your skin.

    “Wearing glasses turns on Steve Rogers, I’ll keep it in mind,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair and he chuckled, kissing your skin.

    “You look very beautiful; you should wear them more often,” he smiled, leaning on his elbows and he adjusted them on your face.

    “I’m counting on it now,” you kissed his lips. “Didn’t know you could be so dirty, though.”

    “What can I say, Y/N? These glasses do make think of dirty things with you.”


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    Give me a break.

    Hii! I know it’s been forever since I wrote something and I’m very sorry. There’s been so much on my mind lately and so many things that made me feel overwhelmed and I just needed to sort it out. This is kind of very loosely based on ‘Love me or leave me’ by Little Mix because someone requested it. I hope you like it. I plan on writing a second part.xxx

    “Well, maybe I don’t fucking care anymore!”
    It seemed like his booming voice made the whole house vibrate. It seemed like it cut right through Y/N. His words felt like he took a knife and rammed it into her heart and to top it all off he twisted it slowly so the pain had time to spread.
    These last weeks felt like nothing but pain for her. He was never home and even when he was he somehow wasn’t. She let him in and he pushed her away. He pushed her so far away she couldn’t feel him anymore.
    “Why are you still here then!?”
    She had had enough. If he didn’t care anymore he could walk out the door and never come back.
    Harry scoffed, turned around and walked up the stairs. When he slammed the bedroom door shut Y/N could feel the last bit of connection between them slipping away completely.
    It’s never been this harsh. They slammed doors and yelled hurtful things before but it’s never been like this. Somehow this felt final.
    She didn’t know how it happened, how everything between them began to crumble. But it did.
    She didn’t feel his loving touch in at least three months. She didn’t hear his loving words in at least three months.
    They fought almost every day and when they didn’t fight they didn’t talk to each other at all. Mornings were spent alone and cold, both waking up at their own times without a good morning kiss or a cuddle or anything at all. Nights were even worse. They went to sleep in the same bed but facing away from each other. They never solved their problems before bed. They broke their rule every single night and went to bed angry.
    And even though right now Y/N might think it would be better if their paths would part she also knew she wouldn’t recover from it. Harry was the love of her life. She knew she could never be happy without him.
    And so she broke down. Ugly sobs and fat tears. The whole weight of the last few months finally got too much and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was sure she’s never cried this much in her entire life. She was sure she never felt so hurt but numb at the same time before.
    She didn’t know what the hell went wrong. What she did to push him away. What she did that made him stop loving her.
    He doesn’t love you anymore.
    Those were the words that constantly replayed in her head, after every fight.
    He hates me.
    She couldn’t find another explanation. That was the only reason she could think of as to why he wasn’t interested in fixing things between them.

    When she met him she was sure he was the most wonderful person she’s ever met. He looked at her as if she was the most important thing on earth. He cooked the most delicious dinner for her. He held doors for her. He made her laugh and feel appreciated.
    When she really got to know him she was knocked off her feet. He was the most gentle and loving man she could have ever imagined. He was there for her. He was the place she ran to when the world overwhelmed her. He was her happy place. Her home.
    When things got a bit rough they stuck together. They were a team. They faced everything together and fought through it.
    Y/N was the happiest girl ever. She thought she found her forever. Her happily ever after.
    Until the perfect relationship began to change into great, then good, then normal and then…
    Into whatever they had now.
    She couldn’t take it anymore. And the worst thing was that there was no way out of this hell. They can’t go back to where they’ve once been. And parting ways? No fucking way could she survive without him.

    It was three hours and twenty tissues later when Harry finally exited the bedroom and came down the stairs. Y/N was standing in front of the big living room window which had a view over what seemed like half of London. Her back was turned to Harry, her hair messy and her frame slightly shaking.
    She knew that whatever would come now would change everything. She knew that they reached a point were something had to happen. Anything.
    Harry took a deep breath and took the last few step towards her. Y/N closed her eyes when she felt his warmth. She hadn’t felt it in so long.
    When he reached his hand out thread his fingers through hers she flinched. Harry could feel his heart breaking at her reaction to his touch. He closed the gap between them and pressed his chest flush against her back. That’s when Y/N started to cry again. Her whole body shook with the force of her tears and the whimpers and sobs seemed to get louder with every passing second.
    “Shhh.” Harry tried to calm her and finally wrapped his arms around her from behind.
    He nuzzled his face into her neck where she always smelled so good and that’s when he realized how long he hasn’t done that.
    Y/N moved her arms so she could intertwine both her hands with his. She didn’t remember the last time she held his hand. She used to love his hands so much, always playing with his fingers and kissing his knuckles.
    Harry kept pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and squeezed her tighter to him every time a whimper left her lips.
    They stood like that for at least ten minutes before Y/N turned around in his arms and hugged him again. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his hands stroking softly over her back while her hands were fisting his shirt. She couldn’t get close enough. She needed him closer. Her hands wandered down underneath his shirt to touch his skin. Harry shuddered when her cold hands touched his skin but he knew she needed this. She hasn’t felt his skin in forever. It almost felt foreign.

    When they finally pulled away from each other both of them were scared to let go. This couldn’t be it. They needed each other.
    “We have to talk, Harry.” she whispered and pressed her forehead against his.
    “I know, my love.”
    My love. Was she still his love?
    She thought he hated her.
    They sat down at the kitchen table across from each other. Both of them couldn’t be fast enough to reach out for each other again and when their hands bumped against each other they both laughed softly. For the first time in months.
    None of them wanted to be the first to say anything. Until Harry finally couldn’t take the silence anymore.
    “I didn’t mean anything that I said earlier. Or… in the last few weeks. God, what is happening with us?”
    “I don’t know, Harry. But it can’t keep going like this. I can’t take it anymore.”
    “Me neither, love. I know I didn’t show how much it was affecting me but I want you to know that I feel just as broken as you do.”
    Broken. Is that what they’ve become?
    “I… I thought you hated me. During all these times you pulled away or turned your back towards me, I thought you hated me.”
    Harry’s free hand reached out to hers so he could clasp her hand in both of his.
    “I never ever hated you. Not for a second. And I never will.”
    Y/N felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders and she felt like she could breath again.
    “I love you so much, darling.” Harry whimpered.
    Her head snapped up so she could look at him and when she saw tears running down his cheek she reached over the table to wipe them away.
    “I love you too, Harry. So much.”
    Harry removed her hand from his face and pressed gentle kiss to ever knuckle.
    “What are we going to do, love? I want to fix this. I want to go back to being the happiest couple ever. I want to go back to being happy with each other.”
    “Me too, Harry. God, I’d do everything to get back to what we once had.”
    They stared into each other’s eyes until Y/N cleared her throat and diverted her eyes to the table.
    “I-I think we need a break.”
    Harry’s whole world stopped in that moment. His mouth fell open and his brows furrowed. He pulled his hands from hers and a breathless ‘no’ left his lips.
    “No.” He repeated after a moment.
    “No way.”
    “Harry, listen. I-”
    “No!” he shouted.
    Y/N flinched and her ears began to ring like every time he raised his voice at her. Her eyes closed and tears began to dribble down her cheeks.
    “Do you think I’m stupid? I know exactly what’s going to happen when we do that. You’re going to realize just how unhappy I make you and that you are so sick and tired of me and you’ll never come back. Or you’ll find someone else who makes you laugh more than I ever did. God, I’m going to be gone for two weeks for promo. Is that not enough distance and space for you?!“
    “Harry, I need time okay? I need time to take care of myself. I need time for sorting things out. I need time so that this all can work again and if you’re honest, you need it too.”
    He laughed humorlessly and crossed his arms over his chest.
    “You will have that time when I’m gone.”
    “I-I don’t think two weeks are going to be enough.”
    His eyes caught hers and she swore she’s never seen him look at her like that. So sad but angry at the same time.
    “L-Longer?”
    “Two weeks are nothing, Harry.”
    “There’s been times when you couldn’t go a single day without me. There’s been times where two weeks without each other seemed like the end of the world.”
    She closed her eyes and tried to control the tears which constantly blurred her sight.
    “I don’t think we can sort anything out in two weeks.”
    “I don’t think we can sort anything out when we’re away from each other.”
    “Harry, please.”
    He closed his eyes briefly and sighed.
    “How long?”
    “T-Two months?”
    “No fucking way!”
    This time it was Y/N’s turn to sigh.
    “Harry, I-”
    “One month. And not a single day longer.”
    She caught his eyes for a moment before she nodded.
    “Alright.”
    They sat in silence for several minutes, both didn’t know what to say.
    “I-I thought I’d stay in a hotel for the two weeks before you’re gone and then I’ll come back.”
    “No.”
    “Harry,-”
    “No. Please, I-… I want to know you’re safe. You’ll stay here and I’ll stay with Gemma.”
    “If that’s okay with you.”
    “No, it’s actually not.”
    She looked at him with the saddest eyes he ever saw and he shook his head and and sighed.
    “I’m gonna go pack some stuff and then you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”
    “Harry, I did not suggest a break because I want to get away from you as quickly as possible. I want to fix this. And I feel like some distance is the only way to sort things out. Or at least make the first step.”
    He didn’t say anything but just left the kitchen and went upstairs to pack a few things. For some reason Y/N couldn’t help but feel guilty. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be happy with taking a break, she wasn’t either. But she hoped he could at least understand where she came from.

    When he came down the stairs half an hour later with two big duffle bags Y/N almost felt like crying again. She watched him, how he placed them beside the front door, wiped his tears away, took a deep breath and turned around to make his way to the kitchen so he could say goodbye but she was already standing in the foyer. They stared at each other for a few moments before Harry cleared his throat and removed a greasy strand of hair from his face.
    “I’ll go now, I guess.”
    “Yeah.” Y/N nodded and sniffled.
    He looked at her for another few seconds before he let out a frustrated sigh.
    “Can I at least get a hug?”
    He saw the surprise on her face but she nodded anyway and took the last few steps towards him. She slung her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her body tightly to his and Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her to his chest. He pressed kisses to her shoulder and neck and stroked over her back in gentle patterns.
    When they pulled away a bit Y/N reached up to cup his cheeks and stroke over his skin.
    “I love you. Nothing changed about that and nothing is going to change. I don’t want you to worry about me breaking up with you. I couldn’t imagine life without you.”
    Harry pressed his forehead to hers and pulled her body even closer.
    “Will you say goodbye when I’ll leave for New York? Don’t think I could leave without seeing you before.”
    “I’ll think about it, okay?”
    Harry sighed but nodded.
    “C-Can I kiss you?” he asked her in a whisper.
    She leaned in and connected her lips to his as an answer, his bottom lip slipping between hers. She kissed him four times before she pulled away a bit to look up at him again.
    “I love you. You know that, right?”
    She nodded and smiled softly at him.
    “I love you, too.”
    Harry gazed into her eyes for another few seconds before he pressed a few gentle kisses against her lips again. He pulled away from her then and took his duffle bags.
    “I’ll let you know when I’ll leave for New York. You can call me or come over anytime you need, okay?”
    “Okay. You can come over or call as well. Even if it’s the middle of the night.”
    He nodded and opened the door.
    “Take care, yeah?”
    “You too, love.”
    “I love you.”
    “I love you, too.”
    And just like that he left.

    Confessions

    “You’re a good guy.” You whispered into the darkness. Dean lay on his own bed, just a few feet to your right. Sam’s snoring filled the silence while you waited for Dean to respond.

    “You always say that.” He whispered back, his voice was raspy and aching for a good night’s sleep that you knew neither of you would receive tonight.

    You pulled the blanket up higher up over your chest. The sheets scratched against your ass; once again you forgot to pack sweat pants.

    “I always mean it.”

    “Huh.” He muttered in response. You heard him flip sides. Was he facing you? You couldn’t see.

    Regardless, you turned from your back onto your side, to face him.

    “Dean?” You asked.

    “Yeah?”

    “Do you ever…feel lonely?” You asked. After two in the morning, you found that more often than not, your filter seemed to leave.

    After a beat of silence he responded, “Most of the time.”

    “What about the other times? What helps you get through them?” You hadn’t realized that your grip around the blanket tightened.

    His breathing was even. Dean always breathed deeply, you noticed.

    “You.” The word slipped out from between his lips so quietly you almost misheard, until he repeated, “You do.”

    After hearing that, you weren’t sure if you allowed seconds to tick by, or minutes. Years worth of tension just released itself between these shitty motel walls. You kicked the blanket down to your ankles before quietly stepping out from your bed.

    “Move over.” You gripped his shoulder beneath your fingers. He did as he was told and you crawled under his sheets. He didn’t touch you until you pressed your forehead against his chest. His t-shirt smelled like him, and you nuzzled yourself even closer.

    “Do you love me?” You asked suddenly, and Dean lifted his leg over your own. In his own way, that was an answer. Laying there intertwined, you allowed yourself to savor the moment of feeling completely whole in his arms until repeating your question.

    It felt as if nothing before this moment had ever existed, even though you had never even been this physically close to him.

    Hugs, of course.

    Kisses on the forehead, always.

    But something was different now; suddenly you became more than just his best friend.

    “Yes.” He answered, his lips ghosting over your head. “So fucking much.” His voice was shaking as he said it. You raised your hand to plant it firmly on his jaw. You traced circles over his temple and down to his ear.

    “Why have you never told me?” You asked.

    He gripped your head in his hand. “I never knew what you thought of me.”

    “What I think of you?” You said more to yourself than to him, “You’re honest. Strong. Brave. Caring. Hilarious.” You began listing his qualities, “And that smile of yours, it can light up a room.”

    He tucked your hair behind your ear as you spoke. When you dragged your fingers to his cheeks, you realized they were wet.

    “You’re selfless, Dean.” You added, “And most of all you’re good. The kind of good that makes the best of men yearn to be like you.”

    Right there, you realized you had only seen him cry one other time.

    “I love you.” He whispered again and tried to pull you closer. There wasn’t any more space but damn did he try.

    “Dean?” You whispered his name as if you hadn’t heard him speak just a second ago, “You’re also the guy I love. I don’t know if that fits in with the rest of the list, but I do. So fucking much.”

    He was squeezing you so tight now, you nearly began to sweat.

    “It’s the only part of the list that matters.” He said as his hands gripped your back.

    – – – – 

    I haven’t written for this blog in a while. Partly due to exams, and partly to writer’s block. Let me know if you like this/send feedback! I’d love to know how you all feel about this type of imagine. 

    Longing

    a birthday gift for @succulent-sam!! happy birthday, gabby!!! I hope you enjoy this little canon ‘verse happiness. <3

    now on AO3!

    “Do you always understand everything you feel?” Cas asked, one day.

    He thought, obscurely, that Spring was the right time for a question like this; or at least this Spring was - a Spring that felt fresh and light and hazy, still dazed by the wonder of Winter’s passing. Dean, sitting in the car beside him, looked washed out by it - or rather, washed clean, Cas supposed he meant. Softened, in any case.

    “How d’you mean?” Dean said. He turned to Cas, the bright sun shrinking out the darkness in his eyes - turning them green. Green like go-lights, green like mazes - no, gentler than both of those; green like the water-full leaves of succulent plants. Green like book covers, like peppermint-flavour candies.

    “I mean… do you ever feel something that you can’t explain? Something… ineffable?”

    Dean pressed his lips together. Cas wondered if he needed to explain the word ‘ineffable’.

    “Nah?” he said. “I guess most of what I feel, I know what to call it. I don’t always like it, but at least I know what it is.”

    Cas nodded seriously. Dean let the silence rest for a while as they cruised down the Spring-morning road.

    “What about you?” he said eventually.

    Cas lifted a shoulder.

    “I… have a thousand words for how things feel,” he said, “and a thousand things to feel within me. But I… I cannot make them match.”

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    yandere!BTS reaction when they get jealous

    (requested by anon: pleeaase do bts yandere!au imagine where they get possessive/ jealous 💜💜💜)

    warnings: swearing, violence, angst*ish*

    little note: yandere a person either in anime or real life who would harm or kill others for looking/interacting with their crush as well as make their crush happy whatever it costs

    As a guy, whom you knew from school, approached you, you felt a burning gaze coming from behind you and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You quickly finished the convo and came up to your boyfriend


    ♡ Yoongi ♡

    „Yoon-“ „What the fuck did he want? Flirt with you? Take you away from me?!“ he yelled. „Yoongi ple-” he cut you off midd-sentence again. „Don’t fucking tell me you didn’t notice his intentions?!“ he yelled and hit the air with his hand in anger. You put your hands around his neck and snuggled into his neck, calming him down instantly. He hugged you back tightly. „What’s mine is mine“


    ♡ Namjoon ♡

    „Namjoon please don-“ he cut you off immediately. „What the fuck did he want? Ask you out maybe?“ he said sarcastically and you knew he was barely holding it together. You wanted to say something but just as you were about to, he started throwing papers off a table in anger and yelling. Once he was done with throwing his fit he came up to you furiously and pulled you close. „No one gets to talk to you or look at you. You are mine“


    ♡ Jin ♡

    His glare was so dark from anger it could kill someone, literally. „Why the fuck did you talk to that guy? Is he more handsome and interesting than me?“ his insecurities showed every time he was angry just like now. „Oppa..“ you cooed and moved closer, closing the gap between you two. At first he didn’t wanna look at you but he calmed down as soon as you touched his chest, moving up to his shoulders. „Don’t talk to other guys. Or I might just kill someone“


    ♡ Jimin ♡

    As you approached him, he was looking at you with a deadly glare. „Oppa don-” but it was too late. He turned the table over in anger and he wanted to flip the chairs over too but you managed to stop him. You moved his head towards you and left your hands on his chest, calming his heavy breathing. „It’s okay oppa. I’m here. I’ll always be here“ you cooed as you softly rubbed his upper arm while leaning against his chest, calming him down instantly.


    ♡ Hoseok ♡

    He watched you with a mixture of disbelief and anger. „Oppa it’s not what you th-“ „Then what the fuck is it? Enlighten me please“ he was way too angry and it made you scared. You backed away a bit, your posture changing. Hoseok didn’t miss to notice it. „No please.. Jagi I’m sorry.. I’d kill myself if I ever hurt you“ he reached his hands out with a sad face, looking down to the floor. You came up to him, hugging him tightly.


    ♡ Taehyung ♡

    He breathed heavily and stared at you as you approached him. „Tae it’s not like tha-” „I’m not even ‘oppa’ anymore?!“ his anger surfaced. „No, no, no you’ll always be my oppa, I’m sorry..“ you came up to him placing your hands on his jawline where it meets his ears, playing with the edges of his hair. He calmed down immediately and closed his eyes. He leaned in and pressed his forehead against yours, caressing your hands.


    ♡ Jungkook ♡

    He didn’t wanna face you because he knew he was pissed off. He went to the nearby wall and leaned against it, trying to calm his breathing. You came up to him and he looked up, giving you a cold yet vulnerable stare. You slowly got closer and put one of your hands on his back, rubbing it. You slid the other hand to the other side of his face and made him look at you. He pushed you against the wall as he hugged you really tight, snuggling his head into your neck whispering small „Only mine“s.


    xx hope anon is satisfied; sorry for being an inactive trash im back xx

    Looks like lightning

    A giant alien spaceship castle you would assume have more then enough bathrooms. However despite the size there were only four in the whole castle one in each wing. Apparently Altean’s didn’t need to go as often as humans did so they never bothered to fit every area with a bathroom.
    Of course Allura had her own personal bathroom in her chambers and Corran used the one in the east side of the castle leaving the five Paladins to share the one closest to their collective rooms.
    Shiro at first attempted to create a time chart so that everyone would have time to get ready in the morning and get in a shower before bed.
    However he quickly learnt that asking a group of teenagers not to take hours in the bathroom was like expecting a pig to sprout wings and fight the Glara.
    Keith spends the least time in the morning, only bothering to brush his teeth before going out to train, it’s the evenings that he takes his time, spending almost an hour in the shower letting the warm water work its magic on his sore aching muscles.
    Hunk takes his time whenever he uses the bathroom. Often singing or having imaginary arguments with himself.
    Pidge spends hours in there. Often taking their computer in with them and ends up losing themselves so completely in their work that they could leave for five minutes to use the toilet and not be seen until dinner.
    However out of everyone Lance is by far the worst. He spends hours in there every morning and evening, he will often run out during training just to look in the mirror. Because of this more then a few times a fellow Paladin has been forced to run across the castle in search of another bathroom.
    After yet another close call Pidge had enough.
    “He’s just so vain!” They snapped walking into the common area where Keith was sat sharpening his knife.
    “I know but there’s not much we can do about it” he shrugged not even bothering to look up as the green paladin flopped down on the couch next to him.
    “We could complain to Allura or maybe Shiro?” They offered voice slightly muffled by having their face buried in the cushions.
    “Wouldn’t work. They already know and the worst that would happen to him is get a lecture and maybe being out of cleaning duty, it wouldn’t change anything. As long as he’s got all his cleaning products he’s going to continue to hogging the bathroom.” Keith patted Pidge on the head when they let out a frustrated groan.
    Suddenly they sat bolt upright making Keith pull his hand away in surprise.
    “But what if he didn’t?”
    “Didn’t what?” Keith questioned a little unnerved by the Cheshire Cat like grin that spread across the smaller Paladins face.
    “What if Lance didn’t have his products? What if someone were to hide them to teach him not to just leave his stuff lying around in the bathroom like he owned the place?”
    A similar grim spread across Keith’s face as he realised what exactly Pidge was suggesting.
    “I think that just might teach him a lesson.”
    ———————————–
    When Lance rolled out of bed that morning like every morning he walked down the hall to the bathroom so he could wash off his face mask and get ready for the day.
    However when he had washed the white mask off and reached for his makeup bag only to find it missing he knew something was very wrong. He checked again in case he had put it somewhere else the night before but found nothing.
    At this point he began to panic falling to his knees as he tore apart the bathroom desperately searching for his bag as his breaths came shorter and faster.
    He had to find his bag.
    He couldn’t let the others see him without his makeup.
    ———————————–
    Unlike Pidge, Keith couldn’t wait to see Lance get his comeuppance, so when he heard Lance go to the bathroom that morning Keith had followed close behind listening just out side of the door waiting for the moment of realisation of the prank.
    Keith had expected Lance to get angry or maybe even a few tears but nothing major.
    What he didn’t expect was to hear the sounds of the bathroom being ripped apart and soft desperate sobbing.
    Worried the red paladin opened the door “Lance are you-”
    He cut off when he saw exactly why the makeup bag had meant so much to him.
    Across the right side of his face there were long white scars trailing along his skin. There were five in total all connected at the side of his neck disappearing under his clothes. One stretched over the outside of his face curling round to just above his left eyebrow. Another curled under his right eye with one branching off to across his nose. The other two wrapped around each other by his chin and jaw line.
    Seeing Keith Lance instantly threw his hands up covering his face. “Don’t look at me!” He screamed frantically.
    His sleeves fell down showing his right arm also covered with the swirling pale scars shockingly different to his dark skin.
    Keith stared at him in shock.
    How long had Lance been hiding this from them? When had he been hurt? What could of done this kind damage?
    “Oh god… Lance”
    Lance shrunk away from Keith not stopping until he hit the cold tile wall.
    He looked like a trapped animal countered by a predator.
    “I’m so sorry” Keith mumbled sitting down next to him and pulling the blue paladin into a slightly awkward hug.
    Lance stiffened for a moment before melting under his team mates touch.
    He turned, burying his face into Keith’s chest and sobbed desperately.
    Keith wasn’t sure what to do. All he knew was that he wanted to make Lance feel better. Slowly he began to run his free hand through the taller boys hair making quiet shushing noises.
    Half an hour later Lance had calmed down and had stopped crying, however he still had his face hidden in Keith’s shirt.
    “Thanks” Lance mumbled so quietly that Keith had to wonder if he had imagined it.
    The guilt stopped him in the stomach. He didn’t deserve thanks. He deserved to get his ass kicked and then shot out into space for what he had done.
    “You don’t need to thank me… it’s my fault”
    Lance slowly looked up just enough so that his blue teary eyes were visible. “It’s not… its mine.”
    Keith bit his lip, he wanted to argue but Lance almost never talked about himself, not really.
    “How so?”
    “I was twelve I think, back when me and my family still lived in Cuba…”
    Keith could practically hear the homesickness dripping from those words. He wished he could relate but he never really had a home to miss in the first place.
    “Mamma told me and my older brother not to go to the ocean that day. But Leo told me it would be fine. And it was for a little bit. We swam, played and surfed for a couple hours. Then it started to get dark and Leo said it was time to go home b-but I was having too much fun so I ignored him. I even ignored him when he tried to warn me…”
    Lance was quiet for a few minutes trying to swallow the lump in his throat.
    “See Mama had seen on the news that there were lots of Jellyfish in the water that day… she tried to keep us safe without scaring us.
    But we wanted to play and well I didn’t notice the Jellyfish until one stung me on the ankle…”
    Keith found himself leaning closer silently urging Lance to continue.
    “I fell off my board right into a whole bunch of them. I don’t remember much. Just blinding pain then next thing I know I’m waking up in hospital a week later.”
    Keith gasped cringing at how Lance flinched at the noise.
    “C-can I see?” He asked hesitantly. He didn’t expect his request to be answered so it was surprising when Lance took of his shirt to show the mess of thin white scars that stretched across his torso.
    Kieth couldn’t help but run his finger over the one across Lance’s chest.
    “Beautiful”
    “What was that?” Lance asked causing Keith to blush bright red “I erm I only meant that they look cool! Like lightning!” He sputtered.
    Lance chuckled bitterly “yeah I used to think so too. In Cuba at least the kids in school saw it as a badge of honour. But after my Dad died and we had to move to America to live with my Grandparents well… kids can be cruel. They can be cruel about makeup too but I find it’s easier to play the vain pretty boy then have to deal with teasing or worse pity.”
    Keith gulped. He was honoured that Lance shared something so personal with him but he knew he didn’t deserve it.
    “Look Lance this really is my fault me and Pidge stole your stuff to try and get back at you for always hogging the bathroom.”
    Keith expected yelling, maybe more crying. What he didn’t expect was for Lance to just shrug one shoulder “yeah I figured from how guilty you looked.”
    “Your not mad?”
    Lance laughed, for real this time. “No I’m not mad. Your the first person to call my scars beautiful… it kinda meant a lot.”
    Lance looked away blushing almost as much as Keith was.
    He realises his hand was still resting on Lance’s bare chest and pulled it away only for it to be grabbed by Lance.
    “Glad I was awake for this bonding moment”
    Keith smiled looking down at their hands for a moment.
    “Yeah me too.”

    Eye Contact (M.)

    Originally posted by rapgodv

    Pairing: Jungkook x reader

    Genre: smut

    Word count: 3.7k

    Description: Your boyfriend Jungkook was still a virgin, until one night both of you got heated up and it turned out a lot better than you ever expected.

    Info: This is my first smut ever posted. I tried to make slightly sub!jk but my heart can’t lmao. Still I hope you enjoy it and please leave any feedback! And sorry if my english isn’t always correct, it’s not my first language. Enjoy y’all <3

    Parts: 1 | 2 


    You were laying on your bed, watching TV and getting more and more bored. Jungkook has been in the shower for only 3 minutes but it seemed like a whole hour. You just needed to do something exciting, to try something new and to spice yourself up a bit. Especially your sex life. Even though you and Jungkook were together for almost a year now, you still haven’t had sex. And that’s because he’s a virgin. Of course you respected him wanting to wait and you don’t want to rush into it if he’s still not ready. You love him, he loves you and that’s basically everything that matters. But every time he was lying next to you, kissing you, touching you or even just looking at you, you would immediately feel yourself heating up. “Why are you blushing again, honey?” he would always ask laughingly, finding it cute actually. You shook your head every time, even though you wanted to moan into his ear and tell him how much you wanted, no, how much you needed him. He is so adorable, sexy, hot and incredibly beautiful. You still couldn’t believe you got yourself a boyfriend like him. You know you’re hot yourself too, but still. You were such a lucky girl. Sometimes you entered the bathroom “by accident” when he was showering, so you could get a little sneak peak of his manly body. God damn, when you saw those shoulders the last time, you could’ve just cum right there by only looking at it. And those thighs…

    “Y/N? W-what are you doing?” you heard a serious voice saying. 

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    anonymous asked:

    Otabek isn't really a people person. He doesn't talk much, he doesn't breath hardly above a whisper, and when he sleeps, he's like a statue. But when he's with Yuri, he can speak with his hands. A subtle touch to Yuri's chest can mean 'I love you', and a touch to his thigh can mean 'I want you'. He speaks in poems with his body, and he taught Yuri this elusive language with no words over the span of a few months; where his cues became second nature.

    this is the single most beautiful headcanon I have ever read.

    And also let’s talk about the way Otabek can look at Yuri and Yuri will know exactly how he feels, because their hearts are connected through the way they peer into each other’s eyes. 

    anonymous asked:

    CLOSET NERD OTABEK TEACHING YURI TO PLAY A VIDEO GAME BY PUTTING HIS HANDS OVER YURI'S AND THEY'RE BOTH A BLUSHING MESS

    When he hears Yuri let out another curse at the screen, he can’t hold in the laugh that escapes him.

    “Don’t laugh at me, asshole!” Yuri exclaims, turning his glare towards him. From the corner of his eye he can see the character finally out of his misery, and the glaring ‘Game Over’ screen that appears only makes Yuri even more ticked off.

    To be honest, it’s cute. Not that he’d ever tell him that.

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    2

    The deluminator. It doesn’t just turn off lights. I don’t know how it work but Christmas morning, I was sleeping in this little pub, keeping away from some Snatchers, and I heard it. A voice. Your voice, Hermione. You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper. So I took it, clicked it and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. It flew towards me, the ball of light, right through my chest and straight through me. Right here [he touches his heart] And I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.

    Looks like lightning

    A giant alien spaceship castle you would assume have more then enough bathrooms. However despite the size there were only four in the whole castle one in each wing. Apparently Altean’s didn’t need to go as often as humans did so they never bothered to fit every area with a bathroom.
Of course Allura had her own personal bathroom in her chambers and Corran used the one in the east side of the castle leaving the five Paladins to share the one closest to their collective rooms.
Shiro at first attempted to create a time chart so that everyone would have time to get ready in the morning and get in a shower before bed.
However he quickly learnt that asking a group of teenagers not to take hours in the bathroom was like expecting a pig to sprout wings and fight the Glara.
Keith spends the least time in the morning, only bothering to brush his teeth before going out to train, it’s the evenings that he takes his time, spending almost an hour in the shower letting the warm water work its magic on his sore aching muscles.
Hunk takes his time whenever he uses the bathroom. Often singing or having imaginary arguments with himself.
Pidge spends hours in there. Often taking their computer in with them and ends up losing themselves so completely in their work that they could leave for five minutes to use the toilet and not be seen until dinner.
However out of everyone Lance is by far the worst. He spends hours in there every morning and evening, he will often run out during training just to look in the mirror. Because of this more then a few times a fellow Paladin has been forced to run across the castle in search of another bathroom.
After yet another close call Pidge had enough.
“He’s just so vain!” They snapped walking into the common area where Keith was sat sharpening his knife. 
“I know but there’s not much we can do about it” he shrugged not even bothering to look up as the green paladin flopped down on the couch next to him.
“We could complain to Allura or maybe Shiro?” They offered voice slightly muffled by having their face buried in the cushions.
“Wouldn’t work. They already know and the worst that would happen to him is get a lecture and maybe being out of cleaning duty, it wouldn’t change anything. As long as he’s got all his cleaning products he’s going to continue to hogging the bathroom.” Keith patted Pidge on the head when they let out a frustrated groan.
Suddenly they sat bolt upright making Keith pull his hand away in surprise. 
“But what if he didn’t?”
“Didn’t what?” Keith questioned a little unnerved by the Cheshire Cat like grin that spread across the smaller Paladins face.
“What if Lance didn’t have his products? What if someone were to hide them to teach him not to just leave his stuff lying around in the bathroom like he owned the place?”
A similar grim spread across Keith’s face as he realised what exactly Pidge was suggesting.
“I think that just might teach him a lesson.”
———————————–
When Lance rolled out of bed that morning like every morning he walked down the hall to the bathroom so he could wash off his face mask and get ready for the day. 
However when he had washed the white mask off and reached for his makeup bag only to find it missing he knew something was very wrong. He checked again in case he had put it somewhere else the night before but found nothing.
At this point he began to panic falling to his knees as he tore apart the bathroom desperately searching for his bag as his breaths came shorter and faster.
He had to find his bag.
He couldn’t let the others see him without his makeup.
———————————–
Unlike Pidge, Keith couldn’t wait to see Lance get his comeuppance, so when he heard Lance go to the bathroom that morning Keith had followed close behind listening just out side of the door waiting for the moment of realisation of the prank.
Keith had expected Lance to get angry or maybe even a few tears but nothing major.
What he didn’t expect was to hear the sounds of the bathroom being ripped apart and soft desperate sobbing.
Worried the red paladin opened the door “Lance are you-” 
He cut off when he saw exactly why the makeup bag had meant so much to him.
Across the right side of his face there were long white scars trailing along his skin. There were five in total all connected at the side of his neck disappearing under his clothes. One stretched over the outside of his face curling round to just above his left eyebrow. Another curled under his right eye with one branching off to across his nose. The other two wrapped around each other by his chin and jaw line.
Seeing Keith Lance instantly threw his hands up covering his face. “Don’t look at me!” He screamed frantically.
His sleeves fell down showing his right arm also covered with the swirling pale scars shockingly different to his dark skin.
Keith stared at him in shock. 
How long had Lance been hiding this from them? When had he been hurt? What could of done this kind damage?
“Oh god… Lance”
Lance shrunk away from Keith not stopping until he hit the cold tile wall.
He looked like a trapped animal countered by a predator.
“I’m so sorry” Keith mumbled sitting down next to him and pulling the blue paladin into a slightly awkward hug.
Lance stiffened for a moment before melting under his team mates touch.
He turned, burying his face into Keith’s chest and sobbed desperately.
Keith wasn’t sure what to do. All he knew was that he wanted to make Lance feel better. Slowly he began to run his free hand through the taller boys hair making quiet shushing noises.
Half an hour later Lance had calmed down and had stopped crying, however he still had his face hidden in Keith’s shirt.
“Thanks” Lance mumbled so quietly that Keith had to wonder if he had imagined it. 
The guilt stopped him in the stomach. He didn’t deserve thanks. He deserved to get his ass kicked and then shot out into space for what he had done.
“You don’t need to thank me… it’s my fault” 
Lance slowly looked up just enough so that his blue teary eyes were visible. “It’s not… its mine.”
Keith bit his lip, he wanted to argue but Lance almost never talked about himself, not really.
“How so?”
“I was twelve I think, back when me and my family still lived in Cuba…”
Keith could practically hear the homesickness dripping from those words. He wished he could relate but he never really had a home to miss in the first place.
“Mamma told me and my older brother not to go to the ocean that day. But Leo told me it would be fine. And it was for a little bit. We swam, played and surfed for a couple hours. Then it started to get dark and Leo said it was time to go home b-but I was having too much fun so I ignored him. I even ignored him when he tried to warn me…” 
Lance was quiet for a few minutes trying to swallow the lump in his throat. 
“See Mama had seen on the news that there were lots of Jellyfish in the water that day… she tried to keep us safe without scaring us. 
But we wanted to play and well I didn’t notice the Jellyfish until one stung me on the ankle…”
Keith found himself leaning closer silently urging Lance to continue.
“I fell off my board right into a whole bunch of them. I don’t remember much. Just blinding pain then next thing I know I’m waking up in hospital a week later.”
Keith gasped cringing at how Lance flinched at the noise.
“C-can I see?” He asked hesitantly. He didn’t expect his request to be answered so it was surprising when Lance took of his shirt to show the mess of thin white scars that stretched across his torso.
Kieth couldn’t help but run his finger over the one across Lance’s chest. 
“Beautiful” 
“What was that?” Lance asked causing Keith to blush bright red “I erm I only meant that they look cool! Like lightning!” He sputtered.
Lance chuckled bitterly “yeah I used to think so too. In Cuba at least the kids in school saw it as a badge of honour. But after my Dad died and we had to move to America to live with my Grandparents well… kids can be cruel. They can be cruel about makeup too but I find it’s easier to play the vain pretty boy then have to deal with teasing or worse pity.”
Keith gulped. He was honoured that Lance shared something so personal with him but he knew he didn’t deserve it. 
“Look Lance this really is my fault me and Pidge stole your stuff to try and get back at you for always hogging the bathroom.” 
Keith expected yelling, maybe more crying. What he didn’t expect was for Lance to just shrug one shoulder “yeah I figured from how guilty you looked.”
“Your not mad?”
Lance laughed, for real this time. “No I’m not mad. Your the first person to call my scars beautiful… it kinda meant a lot.”
Lance looked away blushing almost as much as Keith was.
He realises his hand was still resting on Lance’s bare chest and pulled it away only for it to be grabbed by Lance.
“Glad I was awake for this bonding moment”
Keith smiled looking down at their hands for a moment.
“Yeah me too.”

    anonymous asked:

    So, does Beka ever brush his kitten's hair?

    In the Mafia AU Beka definitely brushes Yuri’s hair – it was one of Yuri’s favorite techniques to try and get Beka close to him before they were actually doing anything together. Yuri would ask Beka constantly to help him get dressed, the first few times Beka assumed it was just because the kitten would wear such complicated things he needed someone to zip him into it or lace the back. But Yuri started to constantly ask for it: help fastening his necklaces, all the tiny little buttons down his spine that needed to be fastened, or brushing or doing his hair for him.

    By the time Beka caught on to Yuri’s game, he didn’t care though. He liked having an excuse to touch Yuri as much as Yuri liked having an excuse to be touched. His rough fingers felt amazing on Yuri’s soft, smooth skin, and he’d take his time fastening all those little buttons or clasps on his designer tops. And his hair – his hair was like silk, and the first time Otabek just ran his fingers through it instinctively, not even thinking. Yuri’s heart nearly burst out of his chest, and he leaned back into Otabek’s touch and asking him for “more”, only for Otabek to clam up and drop his hold on yuri, barking for Yuri to finish getting ready himself, he needed to talk to Yakov.

    After that, Yuri started asking him to help with his hair. He’d nestle in between Otabek’s legs on his plush couch in his room and pass him a brush. The first few times was very clinical, but Otabek obsessed over every golden strand, and how impossibly soft they were. As the times they did this increased, Yuri leaned more into it – leaning his head back into Otabek’s touch while he’d run his fingers through it, massaging his scalp before brushing Yuri’s hair so softly, until his little kitten is sighing and practically purring, and Otabek would chuckle in Yuri’s ear “you’re so tame like this, kitten”, and feel the shiver run up Yuri’s spine.

    ‘i can’t help but want’ epilogue

    i wrote a short little piece for @legendarydesvender for her birthday. i’d just released this fic when we started talking, and i still remember fondly that she doodled a little spock!keith for me during the livestream that we met in. happy birthday sven!! you’re lovely and wonderful and make me laugh every single day  💖💖💖

    keith/lance (2112 words) 

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    Come Undone (Ethan x Reader)

    Summary: You attend Coachella with the twins and Cameron. It doesn’t go the way you had expected it to.
    Word Count: 3,612
    Warnings: None.
    A/N: Let’s all drink (OJ of course) to Coachella and for 2 more days of delicious looking outfits. Also, I had such a hard time focusing on writing this. So many things were distracting me so I hope this turned out good. x (Title from the song Wolfie by Golden Features.)


    You groaned loudly as you hopped out of the car, pushing past Ethan to get out; desperate to stretch your legs. Ethan mumbled incoherently, not too happy with being woken up from his nap and Grayson jumped out right after you, raising his arms high up in the air and letting out a moan. You couldn’t help but laugh, walking around the car to where Cameron had popped the trunk open, already lugging her bag out.

    The ride to Palm Springs hadn’t been all too painful, but Cam had insisted on listening to Mike Posner while Grayson argued over wanting to listen to some “hype music” as he’d so nicely put it. They’d fought over the AUX cord for thirty whole minutes and you’d already developed a headache by the time you were out on the road; Ethan curled right beside you as he napped through the commotion.

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    Hello Kitty Band-aids (Peter Parker x Reader)

    Request by @itybitynovak Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Peter Parker x Reader where Peter comes back from being Spider-Man and is a little bruised up and the reader helps patches him up? Extra fluffy please :) thank you! p.s. I love your writing xoxo

    Originally posted by painfulblisss


    A tap on your bedroom window at three am would usually be terrifying but not anymore. You’re excited about Peter’s visit tonight because you have finally psyched yourself up to tell him that you like him. This, however, was not how you’re him.

    Peter’s sitting on your fire escape with the shirt part of his costume around his waist. Bruises and shallow cuts litter his chest. You cringe when you see them and usher him into your room. Feelings don’t matter at the moment, you have to help patch him up, you tell yourself. You pull the first aid kit from underneath your bed. You got it after the first time he showed up with cuts and scratches. 

    He lies on your bed, engulfed by the comforter, and sighs happily at the comfortable position. You hesitantly straddle his hips and began dabbing the largest cuts with alcohol. Peter cringes at the sting but gets used to it quickly. “Hey,” he whispers quietly after a while. “Hey, Peter,” you whisper back with a smile. He sits up gently and props himself against the headboard before he pulls you into the same position. His forehead touches yours and you smile at each other. 

    He looks at his chest and huffs a laugh. “What’re these?” “They’re, um, Hello Kitty bandaids. I kinda ran out of the other ones.” You say, embarrassed. “Thanks for patching me up,” he says quietly. His breath is warm against your lips. You shake your head and his head moves with you, “It’s no problem.” He leans forward and connects your lips quickly but gently.

    “Hey Pete?” you say carefully, almost questioning yourself. “Yeah, (Y/N)?”

    “I love you.”

    “I love you, too, (Y/N). You and your Hello Kitty bandaids.”

    stuckybarneslove  asked:

    Hey! Would you be able to update the Dirty Talk tag please?

    !

    Miscommunication issue. by skyblue993 (1/1 | 1,389 | NC17)

    There’s not such a big of a turn off as when someone spells Stiles’ name wrong.

    Spoils of War by Inell (1/1 | 3,150 | NC17)

    It’s Valentine’s Day, and Derek would rather read than indulge in romantic pursuits of the sexy times kind. Obviously, that means Stiles has to start Operation: Seduce My Hottie Husband—Valentine’s Day Edition, and he can’t wait to enjoy the spoils of winning this particular war.

    want it all tonight by haleofStilesheart (1/1 | 3,316 | NC17)

    Derek and Stiles celebrate their first Valentine’s Day together with a night of marathon sex. In the morning, they’re still not sated.

    Unknown Power by LadyDrace (1/1 | 2,244 | NC17)

    Stiles never really understood what Derek actually saw in him. But thanks to some filth and the scientific method, he finally starts getting the hint.

    Daddy Sweetly by LadyDrace (1/1 | 2,322 | NC17)

    Derek likes it slow and loving. And sometimes he likes a little bit more than that. Stiles is more than happy to provide.

    Discovery Channel Taught Me by xxjinchuurikixx (1/1 | 19,350 | NC17)

    Derek goes into rut in the early winter, and he can’t stand being near Stiles.
    Stiles comes over to make sure Derek isn’t dead. Good job, Scott.

    *

    “Stiles… You have to leave. Please–just go away.”
    “It’s okay, buddy… We’re gonna get through this.” He touches Derek’s chest with his own, fingers brushing Derek’s neck. “I’m here.”

    blanket thief | cole sprouse

    Originally posted by couplenotes

    otp drabble: 9- “why are you awake right now?” & 40-“you’re a blanket hog!”

    you roll over in your sleep trying to get yourself into some sort of slumber but the soft snores and the cold nibbling at your exposed skin was enough to keep you wide awake.

    a sigh tumbles from your lips and as if on queue your boyfriend had woken up from his soft sleep, he mumbles something before moving closer to you his eyes barley open.

    “why are you awake right now” he rasped his voice making you feel weak “i can’t sleep” you whisper back moving closer to him your hands touching his warm chest.

    “holy f*ck your hands are freezing” he complains grabbing at your hands and bringing them up to his mouth, his breathe warming them.

    “i wouldn’t be if you shared the blanket!” i retort playfully placing my cold hands on his neck, he squirms under my touch “hmm?” he muses his eyes groggy.

    “you’re a blanket hog!” i sulk popping out my bottom lip, he creases his eyebrows together “no im not” he replies grumpily moving closer to you so his head was resting on your chest.

    “baby you so are” you giggling running your hands through his bed hair “no im not” he argues his words muffled as he burries his head into my chest.

    i giggle under his touch and use this as an opportunity to pull the blankets back over to my side of the bed, “thats better” i mumble trying to calm myself into a sleep.

    it was going well until coles cold hands were dragging up under your t-shirt “cole” you mumble trying to trap his hand underneath letting him know that now wasn’t the time for such behaviour.

    “c'mon baby you woke me up” he sulks nibbling on my neck, earning a slight moan from myself “no cole you woke up because you stole all the blankets!!” i state closing my eyes under the pleasure my boyfriend was giving me right this moment.

    “fine ill just take my blankets and go to sleep” he reports wrapping himself up like a burrito leaving me fully exposed to the cool night air.

    cole i squeak trying to pull the covers back over my bare legs, he doesn’t budge and even goes as far as to pretending he was asleep.

    “well i guess i better change into something warmer” i announce aloud hoping he’d snap out of it, i move myself away from the bed and over to my dressers.

    “can’t be wearing just my underwear if it’s this cold-” my sentence is cut off when i feel warm hands wrap around my waist pulling me back into my bed

    “i can’t let you do that” he breathes sucking harshly at my neck as he pulls the blanket back over to two of us “better princess?” he asks he’s hands trailing down to my ass resting there whsilt i move onto his chest

    “you’re welcome” he comments sarcastically as you close your eyes “you’re a bed hog” i reply giggling to myself as he places a little kiss on my forehead.

    “whatever” he replies tracing patterns on my back as i finally drift off into a deep sleep enveloped by warmness and the steady breathes of my gorgeous boyfriend.

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