how does this fit on my shoulder

little spoon

To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

*whispers* I have no idea if any of this is realistic. Don’t judge me.

You guys know by now that practically everything I write is so so fluffy, but this is just like, a whole other level. A little over 4k words of enemies-to-lovers, bed-sharing, & cuddling. ;)  

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The thing is, Stiles is pretty sure he can’t afford to breathe the air in New York City, let alone rent an apartment there. But it’s also been his lifelong dream to go to NYU, same as his mom, and he’s just gotten his acceptance letter in the mail along with a hefty scholarship offer. So he has a bit of a conundrum on his hands.

Enter Derek, who has a (relatively) dirt cheap apartment in Queens.

Okay, so Derek calls it an “apartment.” Stiles calls it an “attic closet.”

It’s nothing but a narrow bed, a foot or so of walking space between that and the wall, and a lone shelf by the door to hold the microwave and all of Derek’s possessions that can’t fit under the bed. There’s not even enough room to open the door all the way; the edge of the door hits the edge of the bed, and then you have to shimmy into the room.

The sad thing is that Stiles can’t even afford that.

He can, however, afford half of it.

“So you’re going to share a bed,” Scott says, looking concerned.

“Yes,” Stiles says.

“No,” Derek says at the same time.

Scott looks more concerned.

Stiles sighs. “Okay, so it’s like this. Derek’s going to be doing the whole normal person schedule, up at the buttcrack of dawn” (Derek rolls his eyes) “and out working and studying and stuff all day and back in bed asleep by 11 pm, and I’m going to be taking all evening classes and working the night shift!”

“We won’t actually ever be in the same place at the same time,” Derek clarifies. “He gets it during the day; I get it at night.”

“Because we can’t stand each other,” Stiles adds, in case Scott is thinking of getting his hopes up that this whole roommates thing is going to be some kind of bromance.

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“Carnations” (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

many thanks to the phenomenal @buckyywiththegoodhair for beta-reading! you witty, pliable, sun goddess with beautiful curls - i adore you!

a/n: i loved reading all of your theories and comments! that said, i’m waaaaay too predictable ;) -j. x

“Carnations” (Masterlist)

Maybe your head is unable to function after the many hours of crying into your pillow or maybe your heart is burnt out from the tsunami of emotions. For some reason, all words and social etiquette have escaped you, and you’re left dumbly staring at the blonde standing in front of you.

“Hey, (Y/N). Uh, we’ve never met in person, but my name is Sharon Carter.”

Ah – this is blonde girl who asked if you were okay right before you sprinted out of the Student Gov office. Your manners snap back into place and you hold out a hand. “Sorry I’m a little out of right now. You’re on Student Gov, right?”

“Yes. I’m the VP of External Affairs. I work closely with Steve.”

Steve’s betrayal is still very raw, your lungs feel like they’re going to collapse at the sound of his name. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not really in the mood to socialize,” you say, your voice low and strangled.

“Wait!” Sharon draws in a breath before letting it rush out. “Dot was lying about the carnations. Steve wasn’t playing a cruel joke, because he never sent the flowers to you.”

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hunk and keith headcanons [insert sunglasses emoi] 

  • “so hunk…how do you feel about cryptids?” “oh god. you’re just like pidge.” “don’t worry. we’ll convert you.”
  • a month later// hunk: i’ve decided my favorite cryptid is the jackalope. it’s cute and seems arguably nonviolent keith: oh that’s a good one. my favorite cryptid is pidge pidge, in the other room: i Heard that
  • hunk tries to help make the food coran cooks more palatable for all of them but keith is such a fucking picky eater when he’s able to be
  • hunk: how is it that you ate canned pears for months at a time and were satisfied but now that you’re in space you’ve decided to get all choosy
  • hunk is a really nice guy but that doesn’t mean that he won’t stand up for himself lmao so keith gives him an attitude he gives it right back
  • keith is secretly impressed
  • keith wants to be as strong as hunk wtf…hunk could lift the whole ship if he wanted to probably
  • but hunk is modest so keith says this to him one day and he almost passes out 
  • keith’s work here is done
  • hunk is the only person who can make keith laugh until he cries and nobody else understands it it’s a fucking anomaly
  • how does he do it? teach them hunk
  • keith feels most comfortable discussing concerns with hunk or shiro but because shiro is having such a tough time he starts going to hunk more and it’s really so hard for him to open up to people but it seems so nonthreatening when it’s hunk he’s talking to…it’s weird but he can dig it
  • and hunk never judges him or makes him feel unintelligent for asking about something most people probably know or think is common knowledge and keith really appreciates that
  • plus hunk is literally always both dying and on fire so he can understand the need for reassurance
  • which is actually a great plus side to being friends with keith too because he never gives anything but the reality and that’s very grounding for hunk and his anxiety like keith never makes up anything just to make him feel better he describes the situation as it is
  • on the flip side keith also causes hunk’s heart rate to skyrocket because he’s always doing some type of dangerous shit that everyone has heavily advised against
  • hunk: are you really sure you wanna do that we’ve all discussed at great length how much of a horrible idea that is keith: …anyways [does it]
  • keith is touch starved as hell even if he won’t admit it and hunk is the team’s Official Hug Dealer
  • hunk has had to carry keith away from a fight so many fucking times. can keith calm the hell down. hunk just slings him over his shoulder and walks away with him while keith seethes like an angry cat. 
  • keith cannot get over how strong hunk is. he tried to pick up hunk’s bayard while in gun form and almost broke his spine. what the fuck.
  • keith: so is hunk a nickname or…? hunk: no that’s my real name keith: hm. fitting. hunk: [screaming with his mouth closed]
  • hunk and pidge are So Smart it’s wild y’all. at first when they started talking to each other while keith was in the room he felt like they were speaking a different language but he’s like learning by osmosis and now he can understand like 20% of their technical talk
  • hunk: refers to something using the highly complex technical jargon no one but him understands keith: the what hunk: i’m so sorry. the tool to your right.
  • the nausea hunk experiences while in flight never really goes away even after they start flying on a daily basis so sometimes hunk will lay on the couch dying silently and keith will just rub his tummy
Forbidden Ecstasy - Chapter Three

Pairing: NeganxReader

Chapter Warnings: swearing (Negan style), mentions of rape (again very little), maybe some angst?, and finally the moment you’ve all been waiting for… *drum roll* P IN V LADIES AND GENTS. P. IN. V. ENJOY.

Chapter Summary: Negan deals with a problematic Savior. Meanwhile, we learn some shocking news from the reader.

Word Count: 2,343

A/N: Woooooooooooooow okay so this one ruined me yep pretty sure im dead i have no pulse. It’s weird how this worked out. It just kinda fell into place lol. I used a couple lines from the show bc they just fit. Thank you for all your support with this series! I hope you guys enjoy :* 
A/N2: Lemme know what you guys thought! :) Requests are open

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Jungkook Imagine (Angst)

Title: Clearing Conffesions

Genre: Angst

Pairing: Jungkook

Request: Can you write an imagine where you’re in love with Jungkook and he is your best friend but then he asks you to set him up with your coworker right when you’re about to confess so you lash out at him and he’s completely confused. Can it have a fluffy ending with him telling you he just wanted to date so he could get over you.

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Y/N POV

I walk over to the bench at the clearing over the hill; our spot. It’s been Jungkook’s and I’s meeting place since we were kids. We used to have picnics on the small patch of grass behind the mess of trees that concealed us, making us feel like we were in our own world.

I grip the piece of paper I hold in my hand tightly. I didn’t sleep a wink last night as I was writing it. My love letter.

I’ve loved my best friend Jeon Jungkook for the last seven years. I don’t even remember when I started developing feelings for him. It might have been when he stood up to a teacher for me in the sixth grade, or when he hugged me after I ran out of class crying about an embarrassing presentation. Neither of those memories would be memorable in a positive way had Jungkook not been there. He’s always been a kind and caring friend. He’s smart and funny and understanding and I’m not going to lie, super stubborn at times but I love that about him. I love that you really have to convince him to change his mind. Sometimes it’s upsetting to see him so defensive but when he begins to given in, he has this cute pout that I can never get over. I love his smile and his laugh and the way he says my name when he’s really tired or really excited. I just love him.

I decided yesterday that I didn’t want him to not know how I felt. I’ve shared every secret that I’ve ever had with him. Every single one except this one. I want him to know how much he means to me, even if he doesn’t feel the same way.

I was about to text him this morning to meet up but he ended up texting me first, saying that he needed to talk.

I start to feel nervous as I approach the clearing. I don’t want to jeopardize our friendship. I can’t lose him.

I stop for a second and breathe in and out. I open up my letter and read the first line. “Jeon Jungkook you are an absolute dork….. and I love you.”

I keep walking. I enter the clearing to see Jungkook sitting on our bench, his attention on his phone. Probably playing Crossy Road since I broke his high score. Did I mention he’s very competitive?

“Hey,” I say, sitting next to him.

“Hey,” he says lightly, not looking up from his phone. “One sec, I’m about to demolish your high score.”

I look over his shoulder. He’s approaching my score. I fight the urge to jerk into him and disrupt his focus.

He’s about to beat my score when he gets hit by an oncoming train.

“No!” He screams and I burst into a fit of laughter.

Jungkook just stares at me, trying to look upset but I can tell he really isn’t because he’s fighting a smile.

I lean in close and look him in the eye. “So tell me Kookie, how does it feel to lose I mean I wouldn’t know ‘cuz I always win.”

“Yeah, yeah” he says brushing me off, feigning irritation.

“I’ll beat you next time.”

He looks over at my hand and sees the letter.

“What’s that?”

I immediately feel my cheeks burn up and pull away.

“Umm.I-it’s umm..”

C'mon I practiced this!

“What did you want to tell me?” I ask, changing the subject.

Jungkook turns to face me and leans on the opposite side of the bench.

“Jimin wants me to go on a double date with him next week and I figured it would be the perfect opportunity to ask out Lisa. Your friends with her; could you set it up for me?”

I feel my heart clench in my chest.

“Lisa?” I try to keep my voice leveled.

“Yeah. I know you guys work together so I was hoping you could chat me up or at least tell her I like her.”

He likes her. Lisa is absolutely beautiful. She has the perfect body and has that perfect soundboard laugh whereas I am average weight and I laugh like a hyena. Of course he likes her. It makes sense. It hurts but to be honest Jungkook would be with someone like her.

“Y/n?” Jungkook asks pulling me out of my thoughts. “Are you okay what’s wrong.”

I look down at hands trying to keep myself from crying and then I notice the letter in my lap. A furious fire builds up replacing the flood of sadness in my chest.

“Lisa wouldn’t be interested in you.” I say coldly.

Jungkook looks taken aback. I never really act like this with him.

“Why not?” He asks defensively,

“Because you’re you!” I exclaim, throwing my hand in the air as if I am pointing out the obvious. He looks hurt but I go on.

“Why would she go on a date with you. Lisa is basically perfect and you, you’re late for school every morning. You’re always on your phone playing stupid games. You snore in your sleep but not the weird gross obnoxious snore it’s more like heavy breathing with small snores every few minutes. And you are always doodling anime and sometimes you doodle on my arm and tell me that you want to see it on me the next day so I have to make sure I don’t scrub it off in the shower and you don’t even know how difficult that is but sometimes I don’t even care because I want to keep them too. You love to spoil shows. It’s like you don’t even mean to but you’re just so excited it comes out. And you are always taking other people’s sides when I talk about how terrible they are because you are just so kind you can never see someone as completely at fault. You- you, you are so completely oblivious to how I feel about you!. I love you!”

Jungkook’s mouth hangs agar.

"Y/n..” he breathes. “I-”

But I don’t let him finish. I’m already up, my letter tumbling to the ground.

Tears brim in my eyes but I look away so he doesn’t see me cry.

“No, you know what? I don’t think you’re oblivious. You just don’t feel the same way.”

I race out of the clearing as fast as I can. Away from Jungkook. Away from my best friend. Away from my first love.

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A/N

Hey there!

Hope you like my first imagine. Let me know if you have any requests or want a part 2 or any other comments!

Thanks for reading ;)

~Armygirl

Hiding no more

Summary: Sam catches the reader hiding from her ex in the back of the Impala. She can help them with their current hunt, and then maybe they can help her with her predicament. (And yes, it’s a reference from National Treasure. Because.)

Sort of Sam x reader, but not really.

Word count: 6609

I think need to put warnings on this: Domestic abuse, mental abuse, manipulation.


As I rounded the corner, I spotted him: the man I had feared for five years. He had tracked me down, and as if my presence was a glaring neon sign, he lifted his gaze and stared straight at me. I swore loudly and spun around, walking as fast as I could back to the motel I was staying in. No way I would reach my room before he caught me, and pigs would fly before I let him lay another hand on me, but the area was painfully void of hiding places.

I heard him yelling my name, his voice getting closer and closer. My heart raced, I felt it pounding in my ears, and I started running. The parking lot was empty save for a bright green Hyundai and a beautiful black Chevrolet. In another situation, I might have wandered over to admire it, but right then and there I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered to me was that the door was open. Glancing over my shoulder, I searched for my ex. He hadn’t reached the corner yet, but I heard his heavy boots thundering over the asphalt.

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"Hey, isn't that my hoodie?" with Jason and Tim?

Sweaters and hoodies within the Manor were considered fair game for theft and “borrowing” between the siblings. Any prized articles of clothing had to be carefully hidden and kept under watch unless you wanted a conniving thief of a sibling to snatch it up to be placed into their horde of stolen clothes. However, Jason seemed to be unaware that his clothing was liable to be taken since he had carefully folded his hoodies and shirts and placed them neatly in his dresser drawers. So when he found that almost half of his clothes went missing after the first night that he stayed at the Manor, he was a bit surprised. He scoured the house for any of his adopted siblings to see if they knew where everything had gone, only to find Tim in the kitchen… wearing his favorite sweater. “Uh, hey Tim, isn’t that my hoodie?” Tim glanced down, nodded, and continued drinking his smoothie until Jason stopped him from leaving the kitchen. “What do you want Jason?” “My hoodie?!” Tim shrugged “You leave it, you lose it.” “IT WAS IN MY DRAWER!” Tim only shrugged and pushed his way past Jason. Oh, it was on.

Later that morning Tim was slouched on the sofa watching some cartoon when Jason walked in and stood right in front of the television. “What the hell are you wearing?” “How does it feel Tim?!” Jason had decided to snag one of Tim’s sweaters in revenge… but had miscalculated how it would actually fit him, since Jason’s shoulders were much broader than Tim’s and his torso was longer, so the sweater was more of a crop top than something meant to keep someone warm. “Good look Jason. Now move, I’m watching TV.” “You- you don’t even care that I took your sweater?” “Um, no? I have plenty more. Besides, I’ve had over fifty two assorted sweaters and hoodies taken from me, so you’re not special.” “Well, I’m keeping this. It makes my arms look good. But that could be because this sweater is cutting off the circulation to them, which is great for muscle definition but not great for blood flow.” “Okay bud.”

Announcement!

Hello friends!

You know how I’ve been stressed about job searching and interviews and stuff?

Today I accepted an offer to work as a translator at a tech company in Tokyo :D!

I interviewed there on Wednesday and it seemed like a really good fit, so I’m excited <3 Like, I’m actually really looking forward to working there, which is something I had almost given up on since my goal at this point was just “find anything so I don’t have to leave Japan”, lol. But, it looks like I’ll be able to make good use of my CS background while mainly focusing on translating, which is perfect <3

But anyway, for all y’all following me for scans/downloads/goods/etc, this is very good for you because it means a) I’ll still be in Japan for the foreseeable future, so I can continue to provide all of that, and b) I’ll be in Tokyo, which means I can see/do even MORE things :D!!!

(I’ve been buying tickets and preordering DVDs without knowing for sure whether I’ll be in Japan when they come out, LOL. Now I can definitely see I*Chu and Ensemble Stars and Jin’s event and everything (*´ω`*))

Also now that I’m done with the job search I can get back to subbing (๑•̀ •́)و✧ Well, I still have to search for a place to live, and prepare for moving, and all that shit, but. one thing at a time ヽ( ̄▽ ̄)ノ

can I just say that I love the shoulder/neck roll that Shepard started doing as an idle in me2

mostly because it fuels my headcanon that the Cerberus dudes fucked something up with how the joints fit and now they click or grind or make this really obscenely loud popping sound and Shepard does it around Miranda just to be petty

and every time it happens Miranda like, visibly cringes, and Shepard’s like “you hear that? that didn’t used to happen. THAT’S NOT SOMETHING MY JOINTS DID, MIRANDA. YOU FUCKED UP MY JOINTS AND NOW THEY CLICK. I’M STUCK WITH CLICKY JOINTS, MIRANDA”

My Reasons for wanting to lose weight.

I’ve been avoiding writing this because I feel like its going to be long but whether anyone reads this or not hopefully someone will see this and will have a clear understanding of what they need to do to get or keep themselves motivated.

I’m not doing it for attention. Maybe I am, there’s a lot that goes through my mind when I think about all of the things that I want during and after my weight loss journey. Shallow reasons are natural to have but of course I do want to be healthy…. I’m doing it because I’m sick and tired of being uncomfortable. I’m sick and tired of looking in the mirror and hating what I’m seeing. I’m late everyday for everything because I cannot find an outfit that doesn’t make me look fat. I’ve been late constantly to work for the past few months because I just couldn’t bring myself to leave the house without changing my outfit 40 times. I cringe sometimes when I see how amazing some women look, especially when you can tell, for them, it’s effortless. The fact that there are females (mainly on IG) that do not have to try to look good because they always do…it does make me a little jealous.  I want that effortless look. I want to take 3 minutes to get dressed. I want to feel comfortable in EVERYTHING I wear, I don’t want to spend time trying to cover up my body. I want to be able to wear tank tops, short sleeves, crop tops, shorts, skirts, dresses, strapless things, fitted tops, high wasted jeans, HEELS, have shoulder length hair and wear any kind of hairstyle. I want to be comfortable with my appearance, I want to take full body pictures. I hate taking pictures, so much, I hate when people try to take pictures of me. I don’t want to be scared to look into mirrors outside of my house. I don’t want to be afraid of going around guys and good looking females because I feel like they’re making fun of me. I want to be strong physically. I don’t want to be fucking “plus size”. I want to wear those clothes that have been sitting in my closet for MONTHS/ YEARS because I can’t fit them. I don’t want to be fat. I want to be able to walk into almost any store and purchase something I want, because I can actually wear it and not look like it’s suffocating me. In no way shape or form do I want to look like a bodybuilder. I want to be able to start running without being winded and go up stairs without burning legs or being out of breath. I want to take full body pictures. I want to stop comparing. I want to be someones inspiration. I want to be comfortable, strong, happy and STYLISH! I want to be a different person as far as attitude. No one wants to be miserable… The ultimate words I want to hear at the end of this journey of mines is “OMG YOU LOOK SO GOOD, YOU’VE LOST SO MUCH WEIGHT!”. I want friends and family to be happy for me and proud of me. I want people to see that I’ve actually accomplished something. I want that genuine feeling of happiness and sense of accomplishment. I want to be everything I’ve always dreamt of being.

Coming out

a true story, dont care if no one believes it ill tell it anyway. Being young and in college, I needed money and to get money, I got a Job at a shoe store, not my first pick and one I had hoped wouldn’t hire me but money is money. 

Usually we get kids in the store, needing new shoes for school but also we do custom orders for people with feet that don’t quite fit in a size that most shoe stores have, for that I need to take measurements by hand, getting up close and personal with the costumers. its not that I don’t like feet its that they always the same no matter how big or small and no matter what it was always awkward to deal with.  

on a particularly slow day I heard the door open. my eyes widened as a man, twisted his shoulders in order to fit in the door frame, he was tall and… so fat. his large sweater didn’t help him either, hiding his huge thick fat arms and a gut that was almost a foot in front of him. though… something was right in the way he moved. I shook my head and tried to focus on my job, he walked towards the counter, each step could be felt through the floor “Fuck me how much does this guy weigh? and how tall even IS he”

he rubbed his hand behind his head, blushing a bit as he spoke

“Hey uh… you guys do custom shoes right? have I… come to the right place?” sweat ran down his face, and I couldn’t blame him, our AC had been broken for weeks now and it wasn’t even cold outside. all that fat must of been killing him to wear it.. maybe its the only thing that would fit

“absolutely sir, would you care to step this way?” he nodded and panted as he walked towards the seat, my eyes widened once again to see two bubble like cheeks that were barely fitting into his thick sweat pants sending shivers down my spine as a hot blush came across my face. 

“Sir I can.. see your sweating, if you would like, you can take of your sweater”

“no really I…would like to keep it on” his deep voice rumbled.

“Sir, once again, could you take it off, I would hate to see you collapse of heat exhaustion and I would get into trouble so… please?” I meekly asked, hoping to put his mind at ease. he slowly nodded, the look on his face said it all, he was battling embarrassment and the sheer heat that he was suffering. he reached down and pulled it up, his chest and stomach now revealed. my jaw dropped as I saw under his shirt was a chiseled gut packed with abs, above it was a white tank top, that was straining to contain the two huge pecks under it, each one easily bigger then my head. His arms, matching the rest of him, huge biceps that looked like they could bend iron bars as if they were nothing. I gulped audibly before letting out “damn…” he smirked before walking up to me, his chest and stomach, now shining with the sweat running down them.

“you… actually like my muscles?” he said getting right up close to me, my head somewhere just under his pecs as he stood over me, or at least he would if his muscled gut wasn’t pushing against me. 

“… ill ask again little man. Do you like them?” my mouth was dry I could feel my pants getting tighter as I stared at the throbbing mass in front of me “I… yeah how could I not I mean… your like a muscle god right now, holy fuck your HUGE.” I gasped and stepped back, realizing I might have gone too far.

“… you know ive never had a little man like you actually like my muscles before.. to be honest no one has looked at me like this and… I think I like it” I could hear something creaking, I ignored it and remained focused on him and only him. 

“… what if I flexed a little.. would the tiny man like that?” I only nodded. he stepped closer, putting his weight into his step, making a low booming sound. “I said… wanna see me FLEX!?” “yes! yes! please, show me” I begged. he nodded and breathed in deeply, I watched as his chest expanded larger and larger in front of me, I had to stepp back a bit to get the full view. He flexed his torso out with a loud SNAP as his muscles BURST to life, the tank top barely restraining the muscle underneath, “Holy fuck!” was my only response, he smirked and pushed me into his stomach.

“careful little guy, these abs are dangerous” with only a small flex I felt as the mass of rounded muscle pinched my cheek, tugging on it before he mercifully let it go. I stumbled back onto the ground and looked up at him, his bare foot coming down and pinning my chest, as I looked up the sweat pants I could see every detail, his calf muscles were deeply cut in as well as his thigh, bulging out and stretching the fabric, traveling along his leg I could see his crotch.

his bulge throbbed dangerously as I could see a clear outline of his shaft wanting to break free. “this is the first time ive displayed these to anyone… and I think I fucking love the attention, you wanted this to happen didnt you? You wanted me to strip down and flex for you… well hears another suprise for you… I can get bigger…” my heart pounded in my chest, already he was bigger then any body builder I had seen, but he said he could get bigger!?

bending over and tensing his whole body, his body began to grow and expand, his foot still on myh chest, began to grow and spread across me, pushing the air out of my lungs. “… p-please… please…” I begged a bit as I fought against him “… Please? your begging for more!? oh man your really asking me to burst out of these clothes aren’t you!?”

my own erection was fighting against the zipper, begging to be let out, somehow I was being turned on by the sheer site of this muscled titan growing before me. he grunted loudly before his shoulders seemed to double in size, the growth traveling down his arms and to his fists, enlarging them to a ridiculous size, they looked like they completely encase my head. the growth didnt stop there, the explosive growth traveled to his pecks, making them swell in front of his face, I could almost see the bright flash under each bulging muscle as it traveled downwards. I realized what danger I was in, it traveled down hsi abs making them even rounder, larger in size pushing his muscled gut out further, then to his legs. I had to act fast, luckily with all the sweat had left his foot a bit slippery, I quickly shifted as the growth continued to barrel towards me before BOOM… I panted as the foot exploded in size, having nearly crushed me into the ground, speaking of which there was a clear outline of his foot in the hard pavement. 

“… that was close, ive never been THIS big before.. now then.. would the tiny man want to see me… BIGGER!?” his voice didnt sound like it was asking, it sounded like he was demanding it. he walked towards me again, and picked me up, his whole hand wrapping around my shoulders as he sat me up on the counter. “… WELL!?” his voice boomed.

I looked him up and down again, his shoulders were nearly pressing into his head,his pecks were touching his chin right now and rising nearly to his mouth as he inhaled. his pants, now destroyed in the growth process, only leaving a thin sliver of fabric around his crotch… speaking of which his cock had gotten so much larger, it was longer then my torso and just as wide, underneath were his balls throbbing and filled to the brim with cum, bigger then basketballs.

“… yes.. YES grow bigger, I wanna see you grow so big that you dont even care anymore I need to see you grow!” with that he leaned back, letting out a loud moan as he began to grow larger and larger “oh god this is all your fucking fault… I came in for a simple shoe fitting and you egged me on to grow, this whole place is going to come down… I can feel myself expanding, growing in every direction, god I can… I can barely bend my arms now. This is all your fault and now your going to have to pay for it!” with a light thrust of his hips his cock came surging forward, breaking free of its prison and landing on top of me with a wet slap, already it was leaking pre onto the floor and soaking into everything. his whole body was coming to life, one muscle after another kept exploding bigger and bigger, I could barely see past his huge cock, crushing into my chest as his back hit against the roof. “Bigger! Bigger!” I cheered him on, his arms now in a T pose from having so much muscle piled upon muscle, drove through the walls bside him, the roof was like wet tissue paper as he kept getting bigger. I began to lovingly lick his cock as he pressed against me pushing me further against the wall “FUCK YOUR COCK… its… getting.. too… big!”. I could feel my rib cage creaking again, the weight was too much.

“Too big!? NEVER!” he laughed as the building came crumbling down around him, his muscled ass spilling into the street behind him as everyone gasped to see something moving in the cloud of dust. still gripping onto his cock I tried to get a good look of where I was. I had climbed on top of it as the wall had crumbled behind me, I sighed in relief before feeling the whole shaft rise up even more, growing and knocking into buildings in front of it. “Dear fucking god Im huge…” his voice now impossibly deep, I turned around to see the shadow of his muscled form above me, I couldn’t even see his head past his pecks, let along his stomach that was pushing his cock downwards towards the building. “… this was a good warm up… I think Im ready for the work out”

Extra: hey let me know what you think, I dont usually write stories like this but I wanted to give it a go. hope you like it. 

@amedotbomb Day 2 Swimsuits

The sun glistened off of Amethyst’s skin as she came up for air. The fact that Peridot was admiring the aesthetics from under a large shady umbrella on the beach did not go unnoticed. 

With a smile Amethyst waved at her partner. “C’mon! The water’s great!”

Peridot’s reply was a bit too hard to hear so Amethyst walked up to her.

“I’m not a strong swimmer,” Peridot repeated, she patted her prosthetic foot. “For obvious reasons.”

“But you can swim a little, right?”

“Yeah, a little.”

“Well there we go,” Amethyst smiled. “Might as well put that cute swimsuit of yours to some use.”

Peridot smiled back. “You’ll have to carry me to and from the water.”

Amethyst flexed with a large grin on her face. “That’ll be no problem.”

A blush spread across Peridot’s cheeks. “Stars.”

Amethyst chuckled loudly. “You’re so gay.”

“We’re dating,” Peridot remarked as she removed her foot. “How does that still surprise you?”

Before she knew it, Peridot felt Amethyst’s strong arms under her shoulders and knees and she left the ground.

“You weigh even less than I expected, almost launched ya,” Amethyst kissed all down Peridot’s neck which made her burst into a giggle-fit. “My tiny lil Titter-dot.”

Peridot spoke between giggles. “Now that’s a new one. Were you researching synonyms?”

“Maaaaaaybe,” Amethyst teased. “It’s hard to work ‘giggle’ and ‘laugh’ into a good nickname.”

Art of War      By: Y. Black

I’ve been plotting all day long. Planning my strategy how to dismantle your frivolous defenses. I say that because looming is a battle. You’ve brought this upon yourself, with sexy photos and nasty text all damn day. I will seek ultimate revenge. This will be no contest, more a domination. You’ll fight to keep the screams in and I’ll wrestle to pull them out of you. You stand not a single chance in this moment I will have what I’ve come for. The time has come for you to deposit this check that you so carelessly wrote earlier.

So many places to attack this stronghold, so many places I can wage war upon you. Ahhh…. I will snake my tongue along the crease of your labia minora and majora…. MMMM yes does it feel good baby as I bring my tongue up along the hood and back down slowly to your perineum. How does it feel as my hot wet tongue slides up the other side lubricating that crease as well? Yes… I can tell you want more as I try to slurp your whole labia majora in my mouth. I’m not sure it will all fit. Who am I kidding you know I’m a beast, I slurp that mother fucker all the way in and suck. Causing that pussy to open. Well would you looky here, I think we’ve sprung a leak. Oh by no means does this mean my conquest is over. Fuck that, put your legs over my shoulder, grip the back of my neck. Hold on tight baby girl. I hoist you up in the air cupping your ass in my hands, making sure you are secure. I know in your head you are pondering what is this man doing, what is the man made of, where did I find him, how did we get here.

Now you’re pinned up against the wall thighs resting on my shoulders one hand caressing my head the other feeling up the wall. The gates are down, I’ve crossed the mote. All of your defenses have been rendered useless at this point. Your river is flowing in to me and I have yet to reach my prize.

You shudder as I slurp your labia minora and low key tongue fuck that tight hole simultaneously. I let my lips trail down to your forchette, let my tongue linger a second before gripping the other side of that minora and slowly sliding my thick tongue in you. I’ve got you right where I want you, victory is all but mine. I hover over your clit and breathe heavy, you squirm a little awaiting my arrival. I methodically raided your fort and consume all there was to be consumed from every nook and cranny of this place. Now as I float over the Queens layer I have villainous grin. “Please…Please take me” you are trying to concede. Thing is though you’ve let me come too far to dial this back. I came to ravish and ravish I shall. I suck your clitoris in my mouth and let it leave with a pop, only to reel it back in. Now both of your hands have slapped the wall. I pull you from the wall gripping that ass tight, your hands find my head once more as I march you across the room. I feel for the bed and without warning I slam you down on it. Your tittes bounce, shake, and settle. I step back and look at your face filled with pleasure and defeat. I relish in the moment. “Spread em” I say. No friction, you comply like a queen would after she’s been conquered. I aim back at you perineum with vigor. This time I travel farther to your anus. Surprised? You shouldn’t be. You know I’m nasty, you know I will do anything to show you who is King. You hear that you? You moaning hard as fuck into the sheets. Though I love this ass, time to secure my victory.  I dive back in on that clitoris, this time lifting the hood exposing that pink diamond. I flick and lick; slurp and suck. All the while your hips shake and buck. Give me my reward, Give me that cum. Make it drip down my chin. Yes, this is my kingdom… I reign here.

 

The Art of War

5

For those of you who haven’t heard of The Minkii yet, welcome back from that rock you’ve been living under! It’s a better world out here thanks to these four NYC boys. Alt-rock’s newest obsession burst onto the scene with last year’s smash hit single “Happy,” and they’ve only gone up from there. They’ve released their debut EP, penned (and released!) their stellar first album, and embarked on their very own headline tour all in the past 10 months. Lead singer and guitarist Farkle Minkus, 18, is as shocked at their success as anyone. “We really can’t believe this is all happening,” he says with a smile. “One day we were struggling to get anyone to hear our demo and now we’re halfway through our own tour. It’s crazy.” Lucas Friar, the group’s 19-year-old bass-playing Texan, seconds his band mate’s statement. “Zay threw out the idea of forming a band about a year ago, and we were a mess from the start. I never thought it’d go anywhere, but here we are.”

The “Zay” in question is 18-year-old keyboardist Isaiah “Zay” Babineaux. When asked how he thought up The Minkii, he keeps his reply simple: “It was our senior year of high school, and Farkle, Lucas, and I wanted something to bring us together before life sent us down different paths. We’re all passionate about music, so I figured, why not?” So how does drummer Josh Matthews, 21, fit into the equation? “I was visiting my niece, who is one of the guys’ best friends, and overheard them talking about starting up a band.“ He sends them a smirk, eyes alight with the memory. “They didn’t have a drummer yet, so I offered myself up, simple as that. I’m just happy they agreed.” Friar reaches over, clapping a hand on Matthews’ shoulder. These boys are a tight-knit group, that much is certain.

One of the reasons behind their seemingly overnight success is their originality. The band is as unique as their name. Their work breaks the boundaries of genre, pulling on alternative, indie, and punk influences, just to name a few. Every track on the album has been written by the boys, whether individually or as a unit. “What we write is what we feel,” says Minkus, who is behind the majority of the band’s hits. “Our music is our life, and our sound will change as our lives do.”

“We all write from experience and we all have different writing styles,” Babineaux continues. “I’ll walk outside and just watch people for a bit, see how they interact. Those are the days when I write some of my best stuff.” The group nods in assent, surely thinking of some Babineaux originals locked away in The Minkii vault. “Our muses call out to us at the most random of times; we can’t control how they sound.” Friar admits that he finds quite a bit of his inspiration in his friends outside of the band, while Matthews mentions the importance of his family. Each of the boys brings something new to the table, crafting a sound that is utterly unique. They have a charisma to them that is unrivaled by any other band on the market right now. Fans cite their clear and strong friendship as one of the many reasons why the band is a favorite. You just can’t find anyone like The Minkii. These boys are going to be big, folks. Buckle up for the ride.

click here to listen to The Minkii’s debut album, “Us & Them”

When did we get a kid?

Originally posted by exbloodjunkie

Pairing: SamxReader
Word Count: 1,370
Warnings: None
A/N: I’ve only done one AU before, and that was a few years back. 

Walking in your apartment door, you tossed your keys onto the little end table. “Hey, Sammy?” You called. Hearing laughter, you assumed he was watching something on TV. Shaking your head, you moved to the kitchen. Setting down the bag of groceries, you froze. You heard the laughter again, but that was far too life like to be on television. Abandoning your task of putting food away, you followed the sound down the hall. Stopping right at your room mate’s door.

You opened Sam’s door and blinked. There, on the floor, was Sam. He was currently being tackled by a little boy that couldn’t be older than three. “Hey, Y/N. I didn’t hear you get home.” He said before laughing again.

“Yeah. Um. When did we get a kid?” You asked, pointing to the little boy. Finally, the kid looked up at you and smiled. “I told you not to get a dog, so you went out and got a human?” You teased him. The apartment complex wouldn’t let you have pets, but that didn’t stop him from trying to convince you to get one in secret.

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LUKE'S SHOULDERS ARE HUGE

Luke has really broad shoulders and it needs to be brought to everyone’s attention

I showed someone this photo

Then showed them these comparison things made by people

And their argument was that is was because of Luke’s jacket and that is where the adventure began

No jackets in these comparisons

Calum looks so tiny

You can always tell which one is Luke because hes huge

His

Shoulders

Are

So

Broad

How does he buy shirts??

How does he fit through doorways?? 

In conclusion Luke has the broadest shoulders ever and if you didn’t think he had broad shoulders before I hope you have seen the light now

Credz to the people that made the comparisons and took the pictures and such

Another thing that bothered me especially tonight was the amount of entitlement and complaints about things I couldn’t even control.

How are you gonna go into a restaurant and then complain about the temperature of the place? I told you my manager turned the AC off and you STILL continued to tell me how unenjoyable your food is because of how cold you are. I’m sorry. I didn’t ask you to come in here. You’re free to leave I don’t want to serve you I’m STUCK serving you. It isn’t in my job description to walk around the place trying to find the warmest table for you. 

Why is the 2 for 20 page so hard for people to comprehend? It CLEARLY says at the top of the page “enjoy two full size entrees plus one appetizer to share!” with a clear list (including pictures) of the apps and entrees included in the deal. So why do people still try to order two entrees and two appetizers? Why do I constantly have to answer the question “How does this 2 for 20 thing work?” Why do people get angry when what they want to order isn’t a part of the special and I tell them I can’t change what’s included and what’s not?

Why do people take a sip of their bar drinks and then tell me “there’s no alcohol in this” when I watched the bartender make it? Yes there is alcohol in it. No it’s not a ton your drink was only 3.99 and it’s applebees not the club.

Why did this man think it was acceptable to shove his steak in my face and ask me “does this look like medium well to you?!”  Um I’m sorry…did you want me to cut it open before serving it to you?? FUCK NO. You would of had a fit if you got your steak and it was already cut into.

When I ask if you’re ready to order I’m not volunteering to stand over your shoulder and walk you through the menu because you don’t know how to read the description. I REALLY just wanted to know if you were ready…I have other tables to serve.


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primma-dona  asked:

Umm can you imagine being married and having a kid with Kylo. And for Halloween she wants to be Kylo Ren and she asked her parents to be Han and Leia. Hella funny, soo awkward. Aka some shit I would do.

Okayy, so this is beyond adorable and needed to be written pronto so here it is haha.

Modern AU Kylo + “My birthday is October 31st”


Standing in your living room, you adjusted the elaborate hairstyle of dual buns on either side of your head you had fashioned for yourself in the mirror. Finally tucking some hairs into their rightful place you looked over yourself in the mirror once more before you smiled in approval. Stepping away you turned to the stairway to see Kylo coming down the stairs in his costume.

A smile instantly spread across your face as you saw him trudge down the stairs in his blue pants, black boots, white shirt and vest. Though you weren’t entirely surprised, you couldn’t help but gawk at how perfectly the costume of Han Solo fit him. The look on his face was disgruntled as he fidgeted with his vest once more as he took the last step.

“Well hello handsome.”

He gave you a faint glare, tilting his head.

“Please don’t.”

You shook your head with a smirk, “Come on Kylo, you look fantastic.”

“I’d rather not look fantastic in my fathers old clothes ok?”

“I thought you said it was a character based off of him.”

He shrugged with a sigh, “Does it matter?”

Brushing off his shoulders you smiled at him again, gently placing your hands there.

“Well based off of him or not, you look great.”

Kylo smiled, somewhat reluctantly, placing a soft kiss to your lips as he looked you over. Carefully he brought his hands to your hips as he looked you over.

“You look good too, beautiful…you know, besides the buns.”

You rolled your eyes, “You love them.”

“No not really.”

Gasping faintly you gently smacked him in the chest as he chuckled, stepping back from you. 

“I’m only joking. You do look beautiful though.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Looking up the stairs behind Kylo you yelled out, “(Y/D/N)! Are you ready yet?!”

“Just a minute!”

Kylo looked down to his vest as you brought your eyes back to him.

“How long do I have to wear this again?”

“As long as (Y/D/N) wants you to.”

He groaned faintly.

“Kylo it’s her birthday, her only wish was for you and I to dress up with her ok? Consider yourself lucky, she could’ve asked for another dog, or a pony.”

“I know but…out of all the costumes in the world-”

“Ah! Be happy she chose easy costumes ok.”

He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Here I come!”

You both turned to the staircase to see (Y/D/N) come down in her costume. Having been aware ahead of time of her costume choice you smirked with pride and adoration as she came down the stairs in her full Kylo Ren attire. Though you knew Kylo despised the films that had been made retelling his family’s story in an alternate space universe with far more dramatic twists and plots, you couldn’t help but love to see your little girl in the costume.

Kylo however had his jaw hanging loose. Seeing her saunter down the stairs in the infamous black garbs, mask and all, he was utterly shocked. He wasn’t sure how to feel in the moment of seeing his little girl adorned in all black garbs with an intimidating and expressionless mask with a lightsaber in hand.

“Oh honey you look great!”

She hopped off of the last step with a giggle as she rushed up to you both, almost tripping over her robes.

“Do you like it mommy?!”

“I do, you look amazing.”

She turned to Kylo, craning her head an extra bit to see his face through the slit of her mask.

“Do you like it daddy?”

He gulped, looking down at her with hesitation. Timidly she put her hands in front of her, scuffing her shoe against the hard wood floors.

“I wanted to be just like you.”

Kylo’s brows furrowed for a moment, unsure if he should be flattered that his daughter admired the space villain version of him. Considering that interpretation of him had committed patricide, obviously far from reality as Han was still alive, he couldn’t help but feel odd. 

Seeing her patiently watch him as she nervously awaited his response, he slowly melted. Like any other day, he was wrapped around her litte finger. Despite his discontent with the films, he couldn’t be angry with (Y/D/N). If he was being honest with himself, the fact that his daughter looked up to him was more than heart warming to him.

Crouching down to her level he gave her a smirk as she craned her head to look into his eyes.

“I love it, you pull it off better than I ever could.”

From underneath the mask (Y/D/N) giggled, a smile growing across her face as Kylo gently pulled her head towards him and placed a kiss atop it. Gently he pulled the hood from her robes over her head with a smile, holding her at arms length.

“My little dark space knight.”

She giggled, as your heart warmed at the sight of them. 

“You ready to go get some candy?”

She eagerly started hopping with excitement as she turned to face you.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!!”

Kylo stood from his place with a smirk as he watched you hand (Y/D/N) her trick-or-treat bag.

“Alright then let’s go, we’ve gotta get started if you want to be on time for cake at grandma’s.”

She gasped, “I get cake too?!”

You chuckled as you nodded, gently pushing her forward towards the door.

“Well yeah it’s your birthday.”

She hopped towards the door, “Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!”

Kylo grinned as he opened the door for her, “Ok settle down, come on.”

She looked up to Kylo, still grinning from ear to ear under her mask.

“But I’m so excited!”

“I know.”

Walking outside you gently closed the door behind you, getting ready to start the trick-or-treating endeavor. As you turned to face the sidewalk you watched as (Y/D/N) lit up her red lightsaber, pointing out to the street.

“I want that candy.”

The sound of her voice attempting to be intimidating only made you and Kylo chuckle as you both nodded. Kylo sighed with a little shrug as he gestured to the sidewalk.

“Then lead the way, Commander.”

With a nod (Y/D/N) turned to the sidewalk as she began marching down your front steps and towards the street. You and Kylo interlaced your fingers with smiles across your faces as you followed behind her.

“Wait until your parents see this.”

Kylo groaned, “I’ll never hear the end of it.”

You giggled at the thought, knowing well it would be remembered for years in the Solo household, including at the upcoming Thanksgiving dinner.