i can tell it in your eyes

Little flower//Shawn Mendes

I’m a sucker for dad!shawn.

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“DADDY!” My four year old Lily screamed while she jumped into my arms, I had been away on tour for 2 months and missed my girls, I kissed Lily’s forehead and played with her chubby little fingers, my mum had dropped her off yet I hadn’t seen Y/N yet.

“Hi baby, where’s your mommy?” I ask curiously, Y/N wasn’t here to greet me like she normally is, weird.

Lily smiles but instantly Frowns, “i can’t tell you.”
She giggles, “Why not?” I eye her suspiciously and tickle her belly, She jumps in my Arms trying to escape.

“Tell me or I’ll tickle you lils.” I laugh, she runs from my grip giggling like a maniac, I love her so much. She’s so full of life and happiness.
She looks exactly like Y/N, Except she has my Eyes and Nose.

“GOTCHA!” I grab her into my arms lifting her into the air, She squeals.
“Are you gonna tell me where mommy is?”

She gives in, “she’s in with the doctor, She was getting ill, poor mommy.“ I really hope Y/N is okay, maybe I’d just a flu? If it was that serious she would have called to tell me.

I’m deep in my thoughts when the front door Opens, in walks Y/N. a surprised look on her face when she sees me but she runs and wraps her small arms around my larger figure.

“Hi babe when did you get back?”
She asks, She looks deep into my eyes, Taking my hand and placing it on her stomach I felt a small lump, Instantly I figure it out. She’s pregnant again, I feel tears welling in my eyes.

“A-Are you?” She nods, also tearing up.
I smile and bring her in for a passionate yet short kiss, her Lips linger for a second before pulling away.

She bends down to lily who was occupied with her toys, paying us no attention.
“Lils? Y/N asked grabbing the little girls attention.

“There’s a baby in momma’s stomach, your going to be a big sister!!.” But lily doesn’t look happy, she goes back to her barbies.

I give Y/N a confused look and bent down to my daughter, “Baby what’s wrong?.” I ask, Placing a brown lock of her hair behind her small ears.

She looks up at us, tear stained cheeks and out of instinct I bring her in my arms, Rubbing her back I whisper soothing words to her, she clings to me desperately.

“What’s wrong bub?” I ask, once she calmed down.

“What if this baby goes to Heaven like Gemma.”
We had lost a baby last year, but we never told lily about her sister. Y/N and I felt guilty but we didn’t want to make her upset.

“Oh no little flower this baby won’t gonna leave us like Your sister, Gemma is an angel now. She watches over you.” I bring my girls close.

“I love you both so much. My girls.”

waluigidancingqueen  asked:

you seem to the best person to ask about this for some reason but does being in the range of totality make looking at the eclipse with the naked eye safe or is that a myth made up by jon to blind me

please google everything i’m about to say just to make sure, but i’m pretty sure if you’re in the range of totality it’s safe to look at the sun only when it is *absolutely completely covered.* even looking at it when it’s 99% covered can still really damage your eyes, so you have to make sure you really, really know when it’s safe to look.

i would recommend not looking at it without protection unless you have an expert with you to tell you when it’s safe to look because it’s just too risky otherwise. everyone, please feel free to correct me if i’m wrong or add any additional information!

New : Prompt List, Send Request!

We want to add a little something for you to ask : send us a request with the prompt/s you want from the list below with the character you want and the situation you want (friends, fluff, crush, happy/sad, heartbreak.. couple etc.).

List of fandom here : 
http://gamesofmuggles.tumblr.com/tvshowandfandom

1 “How long have you been standing there?”

2 “Who gave you that black eye?”
3“I just like proving you wrong.”
4 “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.”
5 “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.”
6 “I’m pregnant.”
7 “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”
8 “Take. It. Off.”
9 “It’s okay to cry…”
10 “And that’s how you ruin a life. Congratulations.”
11 “You can scream if you want.”
12 “Oh, fuck off.”
13 “You’re still mad?”
14 “Come over here and make me.”
15 “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
16 “Where did he go?”
17 “Don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”
18 “You’re going out dressed like that?”
19 “For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  
20 “I thought you were dead!”
21 “You know you want it, sweetheart.”
22 “He thinks he’s a mind reader.”  
23 “It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”
24 “I don’t do hugs.”
25 “You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”
26 “I have a secret.”
27 “I won’t let you get hurt.”
28 “You’re strong, baby. You have to be.”
29 “I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
30 “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
31 “Mind if I join you?”
32 “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”
33 “I’ll take care of it.”
34 “After everything…I’d still choose you.”
35 “And when did you plan on telling me about this?”
36 “Trust me.”
37 “Did they hurt you?”
38 “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”
39 “Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”
40 “Do you really think I could ever replace you?”
41 “You can’t just hug me and think everything’s okay.”
42 “I prefer blondes.”
43 “Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”
44 “Happy new year!”
45 Have you ever lied to me?
46 When’s that last time we went on a date?
47 I had a dream about you.
48 What color do you like better?
49 I can’t believe you didn’t remember
50 We’re not ‘fine’.
51 Are you really taking his side right now?
52I think you need stitches
53 Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.
54 Be brave, sweetheart.
55 You don’t hate me, quit lying to yourself.
56 I can’t stay long.
57 Do you ever stop smiling?
58 I’m a lucky girl. I’ll admit that.
59 Teach me how to play?
60 You don’t mean that.
61 Be serious for two minutes, please.
62 I cheated.
63 “Here, take me blanket/jacket.” - “I told you, I’m not cold.” *shivering*
64 “H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.”
65 “Is it that time of the month?” - “You literally ask me that whenever I’m mad at you!”
66 “It’s not mine, I swear.” - “How is it not fucking yours!”
67 “Fine, just do what you have to do.” - “Can you stop being so freaking cute so I can concentrate?”
68 “I hate you.” - “No, you don’t.”
69 “Should I be worried?” - “Is the grass green?”
70 “Baby, I’m scared.” - “You don’t have to be; not as long as I’m here.”
71 “It’s just so little and adorable.” - “That’s what she said.”
72 “Game’s over, you son of a bitch!!” - “Okay, just don’t hit me.”
73 “We bet, and you lost.” - “But tattoos are permanent.”
74 “You have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.”
75 “Why can’t you just believe me?” - “Because you lied about it before.”
76 “This bath is too damn hot.” - “This is why we can’t do cute things. You complain too much.”

I made my own list featuring and mixing some prompt list from @prompt-bank , amazing work!

Tobias: … have you seen this goal? I’m asking you guys, have you…? Sweet gods, I’m so proud of him! I can’t believe this guy is so insecure about his football talent.

Lennon: Maybe we can finally go home? My poor heart can’t handle separation with karaoke machine…

Tobias: Nice try LOL, but you won’t ruin this moment for me. That’s when I understood that my boyfr… (stops, then starts coughing all of a sudden). …That my best friend is a future of football. (embarrassed pause) Okay, topic change. Ellie, I can see you still can’t keep your eyes off cheerleader team. Aren’t hot muscular football players attractive for you anymore?

Eliana T.: Please save it. I don’t know why I’m telling you two this because I’m aware of the risks, but since I met this special girl a while ago I can’t even think of anyone else.

anonymous asked:

For the anon that feels guilty of their religion: I'm a Christian myself but confidently ID as a lesbian, and I can tell you that you do not have to turn away from the church or God. I used to feel this way too but I just remember how I personally stand in the eyes of God, but if it makes you feel better you could transition to another church. You can be confident in your religion AND your sexuality, after all God's greatest command is to love. Hope this could be of help 😄

^^^

PSA on the Eclipse

Hey everyone! So you might have heard that there’s going to be a solar eclipse today! That’s great! Unfortunately, what you might not know is how damaging an eclipse can be to your eyes.

Please (and I can’t stress this enough), don’t watch the eclipse if you don’t have special, ISO-certified glasses. Sunglasses are NOT going to cut it. Even looking at a partial eclipse for a few seconds can damage your eyes, leaving you with blurry vision or dark spots.

Also!! Even you have the glasses, please make extra sure that you have the real deal (and in good condition too!) because some companies have been selling fakes. Here’s a link that might have you, since it’ll tell you what to look for and has a link leading to an official list of legit companies:

Hey everyone! So you might have heard that there’s going to be a solar eclipse today! That’s great! Unfortunately, what you might not know is how damaging an eclipse can be to your eyes.

https://www.google.com/amp/amp.timeinc.net/fortune/2017/08/20/how-to-spot-counterfeit-solar-eclipse-glasses/%3fsource=dam

(Mobile so ugly link—sorry!)

One quick way to test if your glasses work is by wearing them beforehand. If you can see any light not brighter than the sun (camera flashlight would be a good way of testing this!), then you have a fake or damaged pair. Actually, if you can see anything at all while wearing them, don’t take the risk.

I forgot to buy glasses too, so I won’t be watching the eclipse today—I will, however, be tracking it as it happens. Keep your precious eyeballs safe, everyone!!

anonymous asked:

Hello! I saw your inbox was open so can you do a flirty s/o who loves to use bad pickup lines on Hanzo?

Hi there! I hope you like this one. It’s slightly shorter than usual, as I had some trouble acquiring inspiration for it. I did it in HC form as well, but if you want something different, please tell me!

- He wouldn’t understand your comments very well in the beginning, being the reserved and stoic man he is. Hanzo would mostly brush them off while averting his eyes as his cheeks go red from embarrassment. He would approve of it, but only in private though as he is unable to handle the warmth that floods through his chest if you happen to whisper something in his ear while being outside together. The first time you would use a pick up line on him would probably draw out a rather displeased reaction, although deep down he’d be rather flattered by your compliment in disguise.

- The archer might ask you why you use such words for him, still not getting what you found so entertaining about it. Once you tell him you just simply like to do it as a form of affection  towards him, he would blush again and mutter under his breath, looking much like a tsundere to be honest. It would be quite funny to see his flushed expressions and grumpy demeanor. Later when he sees that you mean it well though, he would often chuckle at your sill antics. Most importantly, even though your pick-up lines would undeniably lack charm, the warrior would grow fond of them as you always looked so cheerful telling them to him and he did not want to see your endearing smile falter.

- If you happen to keep it up long enough, he might even say a line back to you although rarely. He would have had advice beforehand on the best lines to use without being too awkward, as it was a touchy subject after all and he did not want you to laugh at him in a bad way. His pick-up lines would be way more formal and even perhaps a little too poetic, but you found it sweet nonetheless that he at least tried his own attempt at it. You were also surprised, as you would have never thought Hanzo to actually imitate you in this way. It was not an unpleasant surprise in the slightest though and you sincerely hoped that you would be able to get a few more lines out of him, rewarding each one with a delicate kiss to encourage him further.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you do a Daryl x reader based on the song Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran? thank you!

Hey Anon! Sure thing! It is on the list! Thanks for the request! :)

“ When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeksAnd darling I will be loving you ‘til we’re 70
And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I’m thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Oh me I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I amSo honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
Maybe we found love right where we are “

anonymous asked:

can you tell us about your ghost stories

yeaaa omg this one happened at my aunts house when i was like 9. so i was at a family xmas party and all of my cousins were in the basement and one of cousins had a big ass toy dump truck and it was in the middle of the room. i wasn’t paying attention to it but i could see something move in the corner of my eye, and the truck was mOVING BY ITSELF!!! that same night, i decided to spend the night (i was scared so idk why i asked to stay the night lol) but i was sitting on my cousins bed, and above her bed was a pair of antlers (ew ik) and we were talking about what happened earlier w the truck and i said something like “it was scary but i don’t know if i believe in ghosts” and right after i said that, the antlers fell on my head and split my eyebrow open. maybe it was a coincidence or something but shit was scary and i never spent the night at her house again

Right between
rebellion
and submission.
I can’t help but ask,
why won’t you let me in?
I want to love you,
but, even more,
I want you to want me to.
I wait
for your words,
trying my best
to prepare to hurt.
I wipe my eyes,
hoping, blindly,
that you won’t say goodbye.
I want
to tell you I love you,
but I hesitate,
unsure if I do.
Do I love you
or do I love the game?
Am I waiting for you
or for you to say
that I’m ‘smart’
or 'creative’
or your 'whole heart.’
But you stay quiet,
so I talk,
filling up the space.
I tell myself
that it’s okay to wait,
but I admit, sadly,
that I know the truth,
that you’re just getting ready
for when you
inevitably leave.
—  Kelly Stolle
LiViD [Official Poem]


How many times you looked at yourself in the mirror

But the face you were seeing there didn’t look like yours

How many times you tried to play the role of a survivor

But all you did was swim in a sea of wound

Just tell me how many times you wanted to be the killer

But you were always the one who got killed in life’s show

I know you are hurting, so can you stop lying?

I see you crying, please can you stop hiding?

You don’t have to smile when your depth is bleeding

Fuck the mouth who told you keep on pretending

Let your tears wash up the hate in your eyes

Let it rain on your face till it freezes up the pain of your heart

Wanna hear you scream like you’re livid, and shout out loud

Wanna see you destroy your sadness then break it down

Tonight everything is blank but I want you to paint it black

I want you to release all your anger and throw it away

Tonight is the day you’ll see how stupid you are

Trying to wear an ugly mask and acting like you are supa dupa okay

Tonight you will realize that your pain is weaker than you

That happiness was avoiding you because it’s sick of the drama you do

Let me see you living your depression deeply tonight

Just do it once harder than a volcano when it erupts and sees red

Then leave it behind and get ready for your next war..

Written by: PYG’s Whisper 

But think about parents!Hinny like Easy A’s parents.

Ginny: I had a similar situation when I was your age. I had a horrible reputation.
Lily L: Why?
Ginny: Because I snogged a whole bunch of people. Mostly guys.
Lily L: Mum!

Harry: I’d take a bullet for you, you know that. Right between the eyes. I would slit my throat rather than say something to someone that you didn’t want me to say.
Lily L: That’s not necessary, Dad, but that is comforting.

Ginny:
You know, I dated a homosexual once. For a long time, actually… a “long” time…
Lily L: Tell me you didn’t marry and have children with him.

Skyline {VII}

Originally posted by tom-cinnamonroll-holland

Warnings: Language, panic attack

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Guys!!!! This is the last part of Skyline.  Like, for real this time.  I’m so sad to see it end, but I’m also so happy that it’s had such success, and I can’t thank you guys enough for that.  You are all so so wonderful, and you have all my love.  As usual, I want to give a shout out to Zoe and Jen for reading my drafts and helping me edit and brainstorm, as well as encouraging me to write.  As for all of you, I hope you’ll forgive me for all the angst that I’ve hit you guys with (remember when Skyline was self-indulgent fluff lmao), and I really hope this makes up for it a bit.  In other news, tonight is the Spidereyhes Sleepover!!!!!!!!  All the info on the sleepover can be found here, as well as info about the livestream, which will start at 7pm PST.  I’ll post the link on here!! Zoe, Jen, and I will be discussing all kinds of things, answering questions, and talking about Skyline, so be sure to drop by!!! Also, if you have any questions about Skyline or anything else that you want answered, send it in!!!! It’s not too late yall.  Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’ve enjoyed Skyline as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

skyline: a mixtape

{part i} {part ii} {part iii} {part iv} {part v}

Sitting up in your bed, you stared at the window, not sure of how to react to seeing Spider-Man’s masked face through the glass.  Throwing back your covers, you quietly walked over to the window, grabbing a hoodie that Peter had lent you as you passed your desk.  Sliding the glass panel up, you climbed out onto the metal fire escape, slipping on and zipping up Peter’s hoodie to protect you from the cold.

The superhero stood where he had first stood, the night he saved your life and blew up Vizzini’s all those months ago.  And there, to his right, were the flower pots that he had tripped over the first time he came back for you.  Those stairs were where you would sit and draw while he watched your fingers fly across the page, amazed at the pictures you created.  Behind him was the railing that you would lean against as you looked at the Queens skyline together.  This fire escape was your entire relationship condensed, the one location where you were allowed to be with each other.  If you used your imagination, you could almost see every single night playing out in front of your eyes.  Spider-Man, with a bendy straw underneath his mask.  Spider-Man, attempting to draw you in the moonlight.  Spider-Man, his hand on your waist and the other in your hair. Spider-Man.

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anonymous asked:

shiro is vld's damsel in distress and keith is his knight in shining armor

Ok so I know I joke about Keith saving Shiro like a princess, but actually, this is honestly how their dynamic is portrayed?? Keith is always shown as the first one at Shiro’s side when he’s in danger, always running to his rescue. If he has to choose between the mission and Shiro, he’ll take Shiro every time. But now, let’s talk about this idea he’s a knight for a minute. Because it’s very much a purposefully drawn comparison. In the comics, when the paladins are all likened to pieces on a chessboard, Keith is delegated to this role. The narrative literally refers to him as a knight by name. 

The imagery of Keith’s bayard also serves to reinforce this. Instead of a more sci-fi weapon like a laser gun or some advanced alien tech, Keith’s weapon of choice is a classic sword. Nothing evokes the image of a knight more than a sword and shield (which the paladin suit has). Keith’s belief system also feeds into this archetype. Time and again, he’s singled out as the most dedicated to the mission. He is a paladin first and foremost. When Pidge wants to leave to find her family, Keith is the one who lashes out and lectures her about how they need to defend the universe and make sacrifices for the greater good. When Allura is captured, Keith again notes that their duty as paladins must come first. Keith leaves the castle when he believes his presence will do more harm than good. And the paladin guidebook even lists his most important value as honor–a clear reference to knightly chivalry. 

Keith’s initial role in Voltron is also a clear indicator of his character. If the head of Voltron is a leader whose men will follow without question, if they’re like a “King,” then as Voltron’s “right-hand man” Keith is a loyal knight. And just like any good knight, Keith will call out rulers for failing to serve the people and treating their subjects unjustly. The way Keith reacts so strongly to Lubos is a good example of this. Again, nobility and honor are distinctly important to him. 

Another trope with a knight and damsel you often see in fantasy is that, like a typical knight, the protagonist highly values chivalry and champions a noble cause. But ultimately, that means learning to sacrifice their own selfish desires for the sake of the greater good. So their love interest is often seen as a distraction from the hero’s quest. They can’t afford to indulge in their feelings because the mission must come first. And often times, this culminates in a decision where the knight must choose to sacrifice the person they care about most–a representation of their own desires–because their duty demands it. 

And in his trial, who is it that’s sent to tempt the hero and divert him from his quest, who is it that Keith longs for most, the person he “desperately wants to see”? Who is the one person that Keith can afford to be selfish for, the one who he’ll throw away everything–including his obligations as a paladin–just to be with?

And we know that this is an archetype VLD is very much aware of and acknowledges in their narrative. After all, heroes who fail to give up their own wants and needs, chasing after their love and abandoning their duty–they’re often cast down, vilified, characterized as foolish and selfish and bringing about disaster for their arrogance. And Zarkon is the literal embodiment of this character. He’s a glimpse at what Keith’s future could look like if he continues down the same path and chooses Shiro over the universe. Just like how Zarkon chose his love over everything else. 

So when I mention all the sheith and zaggar parallels, I really do believe it’s wholly intentional. Especially given all the foreshadow that Keith will eventually reach the same crossroads where he’ll have to decide whether or not to sacrifice Shiro for the sake of the universe. But being that Keith doesn’t believe in things being so “black and white” and also the trope that a successor will surpass their predecessor, I believe Keith will figure out an alternative answer that will allow for both Shiro and the the others he defends to stay safe. 

Now, as for Shiro’s role as a “princess,” the notion is pretty interesting. Obviously, it’s a clear subversion of gender. But there’s never any shame or weakness to it. Quite the contrary, actually. Shiro is established as the strongest and most formidable member of Team Voltron. He’s their brave leader, their fearless protector, their unshakable rock. But he is so often idolized, seen as impossibly perfect and infallible, and this inevitably takes its toll. The fact that he allows himself to be vulnerable with Keith, to let Keith help him and take care of him, is never shown as a point of pathetic inability or weakness. 

Rather, Voltron portrays it as okay to admit that you aren’t strong enough, that you’re not okay, that asking for help is perfectly alright and there’s nothing wrong with admitting you can’t shoulder the weight of the world on your own. Shiro asking Keith to come save him is important because he never asks the others for help. He puts up a facade and tries to keep everything together in front of them. And when Keith says things like Shiro really changed his life, you can infer that, before this, Shiro was probably always the one taking care of him. So Keith always being the first to defend Shiro in turn reads as You were always the one protecting me, now let me stand by your side and protect you

This concept of sheith’s dynamic resembling a knight and princess is also established immediately. Their very first scene together is Keith saving Shiro, and it really feels like knight rescuing their lost love. Right away you associate these two characters with one another, see just how intimately familiar they are with each other. Keith fights fiercely on Shiro’s behalf but softens up when he looks at him, leans it closer and tenderly reaches out to him. And I’ve talked about this a lot before, but the way Keith mourns Shiro is distinctly reminescent of someone grieving a lover. 

The way he’s inconsollible and claims to be the only one who really cares about Shiro, the way he searches relentlessly and needs to be told time and again that it’s time to move on, the way his voice breaks when Black accepts him and he pleads, “Please, no.” Keith really loves Shiro. And his devotion to him, including leading Voltron in honor of his last wish as well as vowing to never give up on him, Keith’s desperation to be with him, this notion that he’d be all alone without him--yes, he loves Shiro. But it’s a love that’s passionate and intense and possessive and desperate in a way that platonic or familial love just isn’t

I think Kuron’s rescue and recovery in season 3 is also very remenescent of this whole damsel in distress theme. For one thing, Keith is established as Shiro’s sole rescuer, and the “reunion” scene is an intimate moment between just the two of them. Kuron’s hero is here to save him, and they can both finally be at ease. The start of the next episode is very interesting because it just seems like business as usual. The paladins are all off on a mission, but Kuron is nowhere to be seen. He’s taken out of the action. Instead, this is the first time we get to see Allura use her bayard. And she makes for a fearsome opponent. It’s a distinct reversal of how you’d usually see a knight go off on their quest while the princess waits back at the castle for their safe return. Here, Kuron takes on that position. And the way we see Keith dutifully caring for him at his bedside afterwards reinforces this idea. And it’s okay for Kuron to rest and take as much times as he needs. It’s okay because Keith will still lead in the meantime and he’ll always be there to check in on Kuron and help him through his recovery. 

Of course, there’s more than one way to save someone, and I think it’s important to make that distinction with Shiro and Keith’s relationship. Because it’s not Keith carrying all of Shiro’s weight for him and taking care of everything. It’s about Keith really supporting Shiro and reaffirming that he is a good and worthy paladin–“You mean, your bayard.” It’s the way that Shiro has already given himself up for dead but Keith looks him in the eye and tells him that he’ll be alright, that he can make it. It’s the fact that Shiro struggles with his trauma and still believes that he’s a monster, that he’s undeserving of the title “paladin” and that there’s no way he can stand against the empire and survive. Keith asserts time and again that Shiro is their leader, that Shiro is strong and kind and loving, that Shiro isn’t broken, that he deserves to live. It’s that Keith gives him hope, and Shiro is able to stand by his side and push forward because of it.

Ultimately, I think the best way to describe this dynamic is by just quoting what Josh said at wondercon about his favorite scene: “Shiro is in really bad shape and he’s waiting to pretty much get rescued by Keith. I love this clip because you really see the weak side of Shiro, you really see Keith’s determination to find him. And it was just really exciting for me to watch it. Because it really looks dire, and it really looks like he’s not gonna make it in time. And then–a hero comes through and saves the day with the lion.” Keith is really Shiro’s hero. And just like he’s promised, he’ll always be there to save Shiro–as many times as it takes

Scratching the Itch

Square Filled- Friends to lovers

Rating- Explicit

Tags- Alpha!Dean x Omega!reader, smut,

Word Count- 2300ish

A/N: For @spnabobingo. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


Hunting’s a total blast until you hit your heat. In between each cycle, you only know how much fun it is to catch a case, to get on the road and feel the rumble of Dean’s car beneath you, all open windows and loud music. The fights are always rough, but in the way that makes you feel strong, in a way that makes your muscles ache with anticipation just to think about it. And of course, there’s the feeling of knowing that you saved someone, that you stopped one small little evil and left the world a little better for it.

But then your heat hits, and you remember. Hunting is not ideal for an Omega.

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tis-better-to-reign-in-hell  asked:

I know the mainstay of your advice on such matters is basically to stop saying your life sucks and make your life look like what you need it to look like in order to be content with it, but what if a disability means I can never make my life look like what I need it to? What if I've spent years putting every effort into making myself happy with what I've got and fail every time? If I can't be happy in the position I'm in, and there's no way to get out, is suicide a valid option then? (3/4)

[cont’d] I simply cannot grow old counting all the things I cannot have, and I cannot make myself content with the things I do have and I am so tired of grieving what I’ve lost and missed out on. Help. (4/4)

Dear tis-better-to-reign-in-hell,

For starters, suicide is never the better option, full stop. Whatever is on the other side, I would rather have you on this side until you absolutely can’t be. Can we make a deal about that? Your story isn’t done yet.

When I was a kid, I didn’t want to be a writer, or a musician, or an artist. I was interested in all of those things as hobbies, but I had one concrete dream that burned so fast and so hard that it had to be a goal. Yes, it was competitive, and yes, it was difficult, but I liked both of those things about it. 

I wanted to be a fighter pilot.

I’ll let that sit in everyone’s minds for a moment now, and you can feel free to laugh at me if you want, because I don’t mind, I’m ridiculous. (joke: how do you know if there’s a pilot at your party? answer: they’ll tell you)(I should have been a pilot)

So I daydreamed and planned out this life for myself, and then, suddenly, my eye sight started to go. Not a little bit, like, oh dear child we should get you some spectacles. But like, um, let’s warn this child of the warning signs of imminent blindness. I went from whatever eyeballs are supposed to be to legally blind without correction in just a few years. I have a prescription that makes every new eye doctor scoot their chair back from the desk a little. If it gets any worse, they don’t make my sort of contact lenses for it anymore. 

My eyes, they’re not very good at being eyes.

For the longest time, I kept that calendar where I wrote down THE GREAT ANNAPOLIS LET DOWN the day I came back from the eye doctor with a prescription officially too bad to ever fly jets. 

You may have noticed that I am not a fighter pilot.

Yeah, I was crushed. Yeah, it was non negotiable. My body was and is never going to be able to fly jets. But that doesn’t mean I can’t find something that makes me feel the way flying jets was going to make me feel. I don’t mean in a “I’m traveling at 500 mph yay” way. I mean, what was it about flying jets that pleased me? Not on the surface. Deep down. What is flying jets a metaphor for? What does it mean to me?

For me it was about speed, of course, but it was also about usurping my way into a man’s world, and it was about feeling like I had a job that moved as fast as it possibly could, demanding all of my mental resources, and it was also about looking cool in aviator sunglasses.

I found a life that did that that didn’t have anything to do with flying a jet. It took awhile to get there, and I suffered from a significant failure of imagination when I first got dealt that blow of blindness. I don’t know what your disability is, but I believe in your imagination to find you a life that feels the same way as the one you want now. 

And when you figure it out, shoot me a letter and let me know you got there. Remember that we have a deal.

urs,

Stiefvater  

Tough Guy (M)

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 3,296

Summary: A relaxing morning with boyfriend Yoongi takes a different turn when he discovers your love for Yoongi x reader smut…

With the windows in the living room slightly open, the sound of birds chirping sweetly outside could be heard from your position on the sofa. You were currently lying back with your feet propped up on Yoongi’s – your boyfriend – lap, feeling content as you watched him concentrate on the game he was playing on your phone.

Although it was only midday, being with him like this always made you feel comfortable enough to close your eyes and sleep for a little while.

Yoongi stuck his tongue out a bit as he focused intently, his eyes practically unblinking. You watched him with a wide smile, wondering if there was anything that could make you happier than moments like this.

So sleepy, you thought absently, your eyes fluttering closed despite your protests – the warmth of Yoongi’s hoodie and his presence were making it all too easy.

You were contemplating snuggling closer to him to watch him play when he suddenly gasped – a kind of choked sound that you rarely heard from him – and then he was staring at you with this surprised look on his face that jolted you out of your sleep completely.

“What is it?” you asked, fearful of his answer. A bad feeling settled into your stomach when you realised that you hadn’t closed down your tabs before handing him your phone, and you remembered with a surge of panic the smut you had been reading earlier… “Oh, God. What is it?”.

“Y/N…”. He was speaking quietly, reading something on your phone. You noticed that the tips of his ears and his cheeks were red, and he gave an awkward cough before he spoke. “I… didn’t realise I was dating such a naughty girl”.

“Oh my god, Yoongi!”. You threw the nearest cushion over your face and fell back against the rest, your entire body flooded with embarrassment. You’d never really known how it felt to want the ground to swallow you whole until right now, especially when Yoongi started to laugh. “Please tell me this is just a nightmare!”.

“Nope. It’s real”. He glanced at you and laughed again. “Do you always read things like this?”. He didn’t even sound like he was teasing you. That made it so much worse.

“Can we please not have a conversation about this?” you asked, your voice muffled by the cushion.

“I just found out that my girlfriend reads porn about me… so we’re talking about it,” he said matter-of-factly. You could feel his eyes on you now, but you knew that the second you looked at him, you would surely die from humiliation.

Always close your tabs before handing over your phone! your inner voice screamed.

“If you don’t want to talk about it,” he began in that low, bored voice. “I’ll just have to read it and find out for myself-“.

“Give me my phone back!” you demanded, lunging for it frantically; you hadn’t read the whole thing yet, but you were acutely aware of how weird some of these fanfictions could get, and that wasn’t something you needed Yoongi to see. Definitely not. Never.

Laughing, Yoongi pulled away from you without much effort.

Oh, Yoongi, harder,” he read aloud in a high-pitched voice. You hid your face in your hands and thought about how nice it would be to just disappear right now. “Yoongi picked up the pace, smashing into you”. You heard him hesitate. He was probably making that unimpressed face. “Smashing?”.

“A lot of fans write these kind of things about you and the other members,” you tried to explain, keeping your eyes trained on the hem of his t-shirt and the way it rolled up to expose his skin whenever he stretched. “I just wanted to read some… please stop teasing me about it? I think I’m going to die”.

Yoongi frowned, looking at you properly – it was like you were blushing everywhere. Your head hung down as though you were ashamed, and you fidgeted with the sleeves of his hoodie as you waited for him to say something. His brown eyes were focused on the way you held your lip between your teeth. He kept imagining you lying there, reading things like this. He wondered if it made you feel good to think of him touching you like that even when he wasn’t there, and the thought made him proud.

“Did you finish reading it?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“No”. You stopped yourself from saying ‘not yet’, knowing it would just start up another round of teasing.

“Hm”. He breathed deeply, coming to some sort of decision. “How about I read it to you?”. Finally, you bought your eyes – which had widened considerably – up to meet with his. To your utter shock, the expression on Yoongi’s familiar and handsome face was serious, no hint of a smile anywhere.

“That…”. He tilted his head to the side, confused by your stuttering.

“That what?”.

“That would be too embarrassing, Yoongi,” you told him. You tried to think of a clever way to change the subject, but he got there before you, interrupting your mindless chatter with his deep voice.

“Maybe we should just act it out instead, then”. Your breath hitched in your throat, his words sinking into you within seconds. The look on his face was lust masked as boredom, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of his tongue as it swiped across his lower lip.

You’d known for a long time that he enjoyed flustering you, but you hadn’t realised that it turned him on.

“I…”. You weren’t about to disagree, and he knew it.

“Come here”. His low, quiet voice made you shiver as you crawled over the short distance to him, straddling his lap in an instant. The movement made his hoodie - which was much too big for you - ride up over your ass, exposing your lacy underwear to Yoongi’s delight.

He pulled you closer to him at the waist, and the two of you released a sigh at the contact your bodies were making.

He was looking up at you in a sort of wonder, and you smiled as you kissed him, gently at first, simply enjoying the softness of it, the way everything made sense again as soon as your lips touched. But then Yoongi’s large hands were on your ass, squeezing it playfully but still hard enough to make you react.

You rested your hands against the cushion behind his head and moaned softly as you started to buck your hips forward, needing more of him. The feeling of his cock against your heat - despite the layers of clothing between you - was making your body sing.

Yoongi didn’t say anything; he just grunted and leaned his head back, consumed by the pleasure of being close to you. Even over his sweatpants, he could feel your warmth. But it was the sight of you moving against him, the way your breaths came uneven, the tiny whimpering sounds you made… he didn’t know he could want someone as much as this, in as many ways as he wanted you.

“Oh…”. You picked up your pace, your mouth parted delicately, pleasure shooting through you and resting in your core. “I’m…”. Yoongi contemplated it – seeing you come undone on top of him after using him to get off like that… He liked the thought a lot, but he wanted more. He didn’t want it to be so easy for you.

“Hey, we’re doing it wrong”. He pushed you off his lap and you flopped onto the sofa beside him, already staring daggers at him.

“What the fuck?!”.

“We’re doing it wrong,” he said again, as if that made it okay. He showed you the screen of your phone, acting as though he wasn’t just as caught up in that as you were. He was so good at pretending he wasn’t bothered by anything, whilst you were still breathing like a maniac, your mouth still parted in expectation. “We’re following these instructions”.

“They’re not instructions, you loser”. But you took your phone from him and read. Even still, you were a little embarrassed about the whole ordeal. You couldn’t even believe this had happened. “We’re supposed to be on the bed,” you told him, and he nodded as if to say ‘of course’. “And you’re supposed to be on top”.

“So do they just magically end up in the bedroom?” he asks, leaning over to peek at the screen as you scroll down, his hair tickling your cheek.

“No,” you deadpan. “You’re supposed to carry me in”.

“That’s ridiculous”.

“You’re the one who wants to act it out!”. You raised an eyebrow at him, and he sighed as if it was some massive task, continuing to read. An amused smile lit up his face.

“All you say is ‘Yoongi, ah!’”.

“I don’t sound like that”. He shrugs, and now you want to tease him in the way he’s been teasing you. “Well, you’re supposed to be a tough guy”. For dramatic effect, you waited a second before scoffing loudly. Yoongi, of course, looked instantly offended.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, his voice cold. “You don’t think I can be a tough guy?”. You gave him your best ‘do I really need to answer that question?’ look, and he narrowed his eyes, totally unamused.

“I just can’t imagine you saying ‘Look at me. These lips are mine. This body is mine. You are mine’”. You burst out laughing as soon as you said it, but he knew you were only teasing. He had definitely said something along those lines multiple times before, and both of you were well aware.

“Maybe you’ll be surprised”.

“I’d like to be surprised,” you replied evenly. He watched your face for a moment, and you stared back, already wanting to feel him in ways you couldn’t say out loud.

Wordlessly, your boyfriend stood up, stretching out before scooping you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing. You wrapped your arms loosely around his neck and tried not to get lost in his scent, keeping your eyes on his as he carried you into the bedroom without a sound.

Throwing you back onto the bed so that you bounced more than once on the mattress, Yoongi stood back and watched as you pulled his hoodie up – slowly and dramatically – over your head. He was hard from the moment you had straddled him, but now his cock was throbbing against its restraints when he thought of what was to come.

“Is this sexy?” you asked with false innocence, unclasping your bra and throwing it to one side. You ran a hand through your hair and watched for his reaction, satisfied at the tent you could see inside his sweatpants. “Do you like this, Yoongi?”. You fluttered your eyelashes, but he just rolled his eyes at your antics.

“Stick to the script,” he told you, but he was palming himself, biting his lip. You sat on your knees and ran a hand down your body, sneaking it under the hem of your underwear and sighing as you touched your now sensitive clit.

You really liked the way he was watching you rub your hand against your clit. Yoongi was wondering why it was so hot to see you touch yourself like that.

“That feels so good, Yoongi”.

Fuck, Y/N”. You loved it when he cursed in that low voice of his. You wanted him all over you, but you liked the idea of being especially submissive today – just like in the smut – so you leant forward until you were on all-fours.

He stepped forward a little, pulling off his t-shirt and tugging down his sweatpants until his cock sprang free. Your eyes roamed over his body before landing on his own eyes, and the intense way in which he stared at you almost made you moan. You wanted him to push you over the edge, and he could see that.

“Hurry up,” he ordered you, so you did, wrapping your mouth around his cock, not giving him more than a second to react to the feel of you around him.

“Ah… fuck”. His fingers got lost in your hair as you swiped your tongue over the slit, thoroughly enjoying the sounds he was making. He was groaning and cursing every few seconds, encouraging you to keep going. “That’s it, baby,” he said in a strained voice when you sank your mouth lower onto him. “Oh, fuck, so pretty”.

You hummed around his cock and he grunted – the exact reaction you wanted – using both hands to bunch your hair up.

“Open your mouth for me, baby girl”. You complied, and he looked at you for a second longer, admiring your swollen lips before sliding his cock back into your mouth.

You pressed your legs together, making yourself hold eye contact with him as he slowly slid in and out of your mouth, setting his own pace.

“Fuck!”. He threw his head back as his pace picked up, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge, especially with the strained sounds you were making. “Y/N… fuck”. The feel of his hands in your hair, tugging and pulling at every strand, and the way he was whimpering as he fucked your mouth… you found yourself wanting to see him come undone because of you.

But you were feeling much too mischievous for that, so you pulled away from his cock, letting it fall out of your mouth with a pop.

“What the-“.

“You’re not supposed to come yet,” you told him sweetly, and he literally scowled at you, not giving you the chance to catch your breath back as he pushed you back down against the mattress.

You sneaked a hand into your underwear, pushing a finger easily inside you thanks to how wet you were, watching him step out of his sweatpants, eyes glazed over with undeniable lust.

“Yoongi, ah,” you teased, but he didn’t smile. Instead, he climbed up onto the bed, eyes not leaving yours as he settled in between your legs. One strong hand against your stomach had you unable to move, and you bit your lip in anticipation as he hummed against your entrance deliberately, causing you to arch your back.

“You haven’t been a good girl, so I’m not going to be nice to you”. The ease in which he said it, the way his nose touched your clit… you were a writhing mess beneath him. “You’re so wet… do you like sucking my cock? Does that make you feel good, huh?”.

“Yoongi, please”. You needed more. You wanted him to touch you everywhere. “Please”.

“Hm”. He sat back on his heels and watched you squirm for a moment, and you hated the uninterested look on his face almost as much as you loved it. “You’re so needy… I don’t know if I should let you come so easily”.

In reply, you let out a desperate moan. You were so aroused and he wasn’t touching you at all.

“So wet and needy, yet so naughty”. He actually made a ‘tut’ sound in disapproval, and your moan turned into an empty sob.

Without any warning, Yoongi’s mouth was on your clit, sucking at it and teasing it over your underwear. If it wasn’t for Yoongi’s hand holding you down, you would have arched your back completely off the bed.

“Oh my god… oh my god, Yoongi, please”. He moved your underwear aside, and the air against you made your core heat up even more, especially when you felt his tongue go flat, licking up and down your slit before circling your entrance, causing you to stop breathing.

His tongue entered you, and you moaned loudly, not caring how desperate you seemed as you bucked your hips as best as you could under his restraint. You wanted to reach out and take hold of his hair. You wanted him to keep going, but you knew well enough that he would stop. You knew he wouldn’t let you come, but you went along with it anyway, breathing messily as you drew closer to the edge.

His tongue didn’t let up until you stilled, so close that you could taste the release, but he pulled away as expected.

Ignoring your whines of protest, his lips found yours, and you immediately opened up your mouth to him, getting lost in him all over again. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

“Look at me,” he told you, so you did, scared of arguing in case he punished you any further. His eyes were dark, his face flushed and his hair awry.

Everything about him was hot, and you didn’t want to look away, especially when he bit his lip.

“These lips…”. He kissed you with a harsh softness. “Are mine”. His lips trailed down your body, kissing every part of you in that same way. “This body is mine”. His words and his voice laced with lust resonated in your core, and you moaned out for him. “You are mine. Do you understand?”.

“Yes,” you breathed.

“Good. Now turn over so I can fuck you”. Your body was heavy with exhaustion, but you did as he told you to do, pulling yourself up onto your knees and shivering at the lost contact. “Good girl”. You yelled out as his hand landed hard against your left cheek, and then even harder against your right.

“Fuck,” you cursed, obsessed with the way he was making you feel. Yoongi bought his hand down against your ass again, making you jump.

“What are you allowed to say?”.

“Y-Yoongi, ah,” you said, and he smacked your ass cheek again, this time in approval.

“Good girl”. His praise made you feel better than you ever thought it would, and excitement coursed through your veins as he pulled your underwear down, completely exposing you. He threw it aside and used one hand to pull your hair back, the other to align his cock with your entrance. “Hm… you’re dripping. I can’t wait to see you come all over my cock, Y/N”.

“Ah”. You clutched the sheets between your fingers at the feel of his tip entering you, slowly stretching you out before pulling back to slam into you, filling you up in an instant.

Your mind was gone, and you could think of nothing else but the bliss you felt as Yoongi thrust into you relentlessly, praising you on how wet you were, reminding you to stay still so he didn’t have to punish you.

“Ahh… baby, fuck”. He smacked your ass again and then squeezed your cheeks, whimpering at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. “Fuck!”.

“Yoongi,” you moaned, struggling to keep yourself in place as his pace picked up even further, filling you up more and more until he was bottoming out, tugging at your hair in his hand until you had to lift your head. “It’s… ah!”.

“You feel so good,” he told you, and there were tears in the corners of your eyes as you felt yourself coming to your climax once again. “Fuck, baby girl, you’re so good. You’re so tight and… fuck”.

“D-don’t stop!”. You knew that if he did, you wouldn’t be able to recover. His thrusts became harsher and harsher, the sounds of sex in the room making your insides melt. “Yoongi, please!”.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your hips, pumping into you with the intent of making you come hard.

“Are you going to come for me like a good girl?”.

“Yes!”. You couldn’t help it – your hands slipped a little, but Yoongi just used the new angle to fuck you harder, making you feel somehow even fuller.

His grunts and curses bought you closer and closer, until you crashed over the edge, coming so hard that you swore you could see stars.

Yoongi was not far behind, his pace growing sloppier and sloppier as he came inside you, saying your name in a quiet, strained voice as he did.

You collapsed onto your side the moment he released you, and a second later, he was lying beside you, the both of you breathing heavily.

It was only a few seconds until he wrapped his arms around your waist, smirking smugly at you.

“You’re going to say something cheesy, right?” you asked, already laughing. You could just tell from the confident look on his face.

“Actually, I was going to ask you if you preferred the movie to the book”.

My masterlist!

I’ve Got You

IT’S WHUMP WEEK! Hope you’re all as excited for this as I am. I’m going to try and throw some (k)lance whump at you every day!

Day One- Fever


Lance glared up at the ceiling with narrowed eyes, as if its very presence offended him. “Why do we even make plans?” he wondered aloud. “They always go south, anyways.”

Keith rolled his eyes. “If we just stormed into Galra bases with no idea what we were doing, then we’d be caught pretty easily.”

Lance eyed him, unimpressed. His skin looked unusually pale in the dim, purple light. “Kinda like how we are now?”

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