“Love letters!” Steve snapped his fingers dramatically.
“The fuck you mean ‘love letters’?” Bucky frowned.
“Language!” Tony chided, making Bucky snort and Steve shake his head while mumbling under his breath.
“Write her a love letter. You know, ‘Oh Y/N you’re so great, I’m totally in love with you’ blah blah,” Steve continued, glaring at Tony who was smirking at him.
“I’m not in love with her,” he sighed, leading both of them to roll their eyes at him eerily simultaneously.
“Okay, sure. And Rogers here didn’t make a hole in the wall with the toaster because he couldn’t figure out how to use it.”
“Hey! I am not-”
“Okay whatever. How do I give it to her?” Bucky interrupted their banter before it upscaled.
“Slip it under her door?”
“No, wait. Put it in her designated mailbox. That way you won’t get caught if she suddenly opens her door,” Tony raised, talking about the separate mailboxes the team had for themselves so as to not read each other’s private matters.
Too many times had Clint mocked Sam for his addiction to Vogue when they showed up in the mail addressed to him.
“Yeah, that would work.” He nodded his head
“Well go! Start writing!” Steve urged him, nearly pushing him off the couch they were all lounging around on.
Bucky caught himself on the arm rest just before he fell, shooting a hard look at Tony who was sniggering. He dusted himself off and straightened up before sauntering off, growing red at the thought of what he wanted to write to you.
Yo Y/N hows it going bruh
He sighed, finally feeling content with the opening part he had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to perfect.
I like you
I love you?
I think youre gr8 10/10 would recommend
I adore you
He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.
You have no clue who this is
I hope you never find out who this is
dude im hella sure you have no fuckin idea who i am and that’s good but like
It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.
You’re beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how captivating you really are.
Bucky stared blankly at the piece of paper he had drafted this on, feeling the heat creep up his neck at how cheesy it all was.
He wondered if he should write more.
“Oh, fuck it,” he mumbled, signing it off with ‘Your teammate’.
As he nibbled on his cereal, his mind drifted to whether you had received it or not. It had been a few days since he had dropped it into your mailbox and had yet to notice a sign as to whether you had seen it or not.
The team surrounded him, with the exception of you and Sam. Presumably gone to get your morning drink from Starbucks.
As Bruce passed around another plate of bacon, a loud boisterous laughter interrupted everyone’s chatter, making them turn their heads to the doorway.
Sam and you stood there, both of you red in the face but for completely different reasons.
You were crimson from laughter and Sam…Sam was red for a whole another cause.
“Who the fuck left this in my mailbox?” he panted, clutching a white lined notebook paper and Bucky almost fainted.
That was the letter he meant to post to you.
“What’s that?” he swallowed thickly, earning Sam’s gaze.
“A-a confession letter! About someone’s feelings!” He almost yelled. He was scandalised to say the least.
“What does it say?” Nat piped up, eyebrows furrowed and Bucky could swear his heart stopped.
“Hi there. I adore you,” Sam began, but was interrupted by another fit of laughter from you, soon joined in by Tony who sent a knowing look to Bucky.
Bucky sank lower in his seat, if that was even possible.
“It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.” Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably, eyes scanning over the next set of words.
“What more?” Tony prompted him to go on, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.
“Um- You’re, uh, beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how-” He coughed loudly to express his distaste- “captivating you really are.”
And now there were four people who were ruby red- two from embarrassment and two from laughing too hard.
Of course the latter included Tony, who knew exactly what was going on. You were just laughing at the expression on poor Sam’s face.
“Which one is your box?” Bucky asked meekly, already knowing the answer but not understanding how he had messed it up.
“The second one from the left, second row.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Why, you know who put this in?”
“How does it matter, Sam?” Steve quickly jumped in, trying to save his friend from further humiliation.
“There is someone in the room right now who is in love with me, of course it matters! Look y’all. Y’all are great and shit, but you’re definitely not on the same level as I am. I’m clearly a 10, and you’re probably all a 5 or 6. Barnes is a 4. Barton is a 3,” he added quickly, earning protests from Clint who had his face stuffed with eggs.
“Now, I’m asking you again, Barnes. Did you see someone out this in?”
“Uhh-” he began to stammer nervously. “Umm-”
“It was Tony,” Steve blurted out, immediately biting his lip as Tony spat out his orange juice.
“What the FUCK?!” Tony bellowed, wiping at his chin furiously while Sam had the most flabbergasted look on his face. “It wasn’t me! It was Barnes!”
“What?! No!” He quickly regained his composure, glancing around in urgency. “It was Steve!”
“Steve?” Sam looked mortified, and rightly so.
“Jesus, no! It wasn’t me!” He threw his hands up in despair.
“Which one of you was it?!”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” Sam groaned, slapping his forehead.
All three of them glared at each other simultaneously, obviously mad at the other for blaming them.
“Even if this is some sort of joke, I’m not dating any of you.” His expression was half in between appalled and shocked as he turned on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen, leaving you at the doorway.
Bucky broke away from the petty staring contest and towards you, beckoning you to sit next to him.
You strode towards the table, pulling out the seat and sitting next to him with a large smile, still finding the whole thing very funny.
“Are you laughing at the letter?” Bucky asked you lowly as the normal talk resumed to the table, probably centred around the commotion which had just occurred.
“No, I’m laughing at Sam’s expression. The letter was nice,” you whispered back and Bucky could feel a weight life off his shoulders as he smiled back at you.
Okay so maybe it wasn’t going great so far, but third time’s the charm, right?.
trip from the ocean had not been a pleasant one. You had been enjoying
the reef, on your own, heedless of the many warnings you’d received all
your life to not do just that. In the beautiful clear, relatively
shallow water, you had been spotted by the marine team, and they had
quickly swooped down upon you, netting you, and pulling your panicked
self into their boat. The shouting when they realized exactly what they
had netted- a seahorse mermaid- intensified, and rather than being
tagged and thrown back, you were transferred to a dark, cramped holding
tank bellow deck.
With no way to see the outside world, or even
feel the currents of the ocean any more, you had no way of telling just
exactly how much time had passed in that tank. There was a sudden stop
though, sending you crashing into wall with momentum. Not enough to
hurt, but certainly startling. The hatch above was opened, and several
hands reached in to grab you. There was no room to avoid them, and you
were swiftly fished out of the tank. You squirmed, instinctually, but
they held you fast. At least one of them- perhaps accidentally- got a
grip on you with one hand firmly over your breast. Another hand pressed
distressingly close to your special lower opening, causing unwanted
pleasure, and more fear. You were quickly dropped into a new tank,
though, this one glass, with wheels on the bottom. You swam immediately
do the bottom, looking around fearfully as you were wheeled into the
Tanks. Rows and rows of tanks. Fish and
mer-people of every type populated them. Your expression shifted to one
of shock, while still maintaining the high level of fear and confusion,
as you put your hands against the glass, pressing to it trying to see
better. You saw a pod of killershark mermaids swim past in one large
tank. Another housed several lionshark mermen eyeing one another
uneasily. Yet another had almost an entire school of mackerel mermaids.
You wondered, what WAS this place?
“Looking at your new
neighbors?” The one who was pushing your tank spoke to you. You couldn’t
understand the sounds it was making. “Don’t worry. We’re very careful
to only ever put friendly fish folk in with one another. We don’t want
to cause any more stress than we have to. Unfortunately… no one’s ever
housed a live Seahorse Mermaid before, so we don’t have a tank free for
you just now. But don’t worry. We’re going to put you in with the
Whaleshark Mermaids. They’re notoriously docile with every other
mer-creature out there, so you’ll be fine.”
You stared at this
creature in confusion. What was it DOING. Was it trying to communicate?
The both of you passed through a series of doors, before it stopped your
tank above another, near the edge.
“If it were up to me… I’d take
you home with me. You’re the most beautiful… sexy… creature I’ve ever
seen. Wouldn’t be the first time. I’ve got a nice tank set up at home
for just such lovely creatures as yourself. But the team was with me
today, so– for now, at least, you’ll have to stay here. But I’ll visit
you as often as I can.”
A button was pressed, and your
tank-on-wheels slowly leaned forward, the water spilling out, into the
waiting tank bellow. You swam back and forth, panicked, before the
current took you, and you slipped out, falling the short distance to the
water bellow. Once again, you quickly swam to the bottom, finding some
seaweed to hide (as best you could) amongst.
And then it was quiet.
place lacked the… pulse and flow of the ocean. It was so still. It was
SO still that you could almost feel them before you saw them.
The Whaleshark Mermaids.
and your kin were always careful to hide yourselves away from other
merpeople. It wasn’t because you didn’t like them, exactly, it was just…
sometimes, some sort of- hormonal switch would fire off in a
mer-creatures head, causing them to desire nothing else above mating with
Seahorse Mermaid in question. It didn’t effect all of them, but it
effected enough of them that isolation was really just the better way to
So. It went without saying that you had never seen a
Whaleshark Mermaid so close before. They were larger than you, almost
amazonian in nature. If you swam hip-to-hip with them, their heads would
be at least two heads past your own, and their tails extended a great
distance past your own, and were much more muscular, more powerful,
meant for open-ocean swimming. Yours was short in comparison, delicate,
meant for anchoring you from drifting off in currents. Their upper halves were equally muscular, while still retaining many feminine curves. They
were, to your way of thinking, both beautiful and frightening.
pod was concerned for you, and then- confused. You were not a Mermaid
whaleshark. You were something NEW. Something different. One of them,
the largest in the group, approached you carefully.
<You are all right?> She inquired. her way of speaking was strange, accented to your ear, but understandable.
<I- I don’t know. Where am I? What’s going on?> You replied, frightened.
are at a new home. At this place where the land creatures keep us. They
look at us. They feed us. They do not put us back. But. They do not
hurt us, either,> She said gently, the rest of the pod hanging back
out of respect, it would seem. She reached out to touch you, intending a
Her touch was incredible. You felt something inside of you click, almost, and to your surprise, it seemed that she felt it, too.
<I.. you… you are so beautiful,“ her hand drifted down your arm, taking a firm hold, and pulling you closer.
You responded weakly. You were smitten by her beauty, it was true, but
the size of her intimidated you. Could this be happening? You did not
want this! <Please, no>
<I cannot…. cannot stop,> Her
head craned down, her lips capturing yours for a deep, passionate kiss.
She continued to hold you firmly by the arm, her other hand moving to
start pressing on your lower opening, attempting to manipulate to give
you pleasure- and to cause it to open. You moaned, half heartedly trying
to escape, but with your useless tail, such a thing was pointless. with
one single flick of her tail, the two of you were propelled, over to
the glass of the tank, where she pressed up against you, continuing to
manipulate you with her hand while invading your mouth. You gasped, inadvertently inviting opening your mouth further for her, as her large
fingers plunged into you, successfully opening you bellow as well. She scissored her fingers, opening them up wide, before letting your muscle strength tighten then back up into a group… then opening them wide again.
She did this several times, starting with just two fingers, and
steadily adding another.. then another. You thought you might die, her
fingers were so large, and strong. Your muscles strained against her,
but could do nothing to prevent her actions.
Suddenly, she broke
the kiss off from you. You were frightened to realize you were almost disappointed. She drifted upwards, keeping her fingers in you, until your
head was at her breasts. She arched her back, pressing them to your
face, and you, almost dutifully, took her nipple into your mouth,
instincutally working it about with your tongue, pressing it to the roof
of your mouth, sucking powerfully, occasionally breaking the suction to
lick. You were so busy doing this you didn’t notice any of the other
things happening in those moments.
First, the other Whaleshark
Mermaids were all drifting closer, some reaching to their friends to
manipulate them, as they watched. They all had a… somewhat hungry look
to their faces. But they were waiting. For now.
Second, that same
creature that had dumped you into this tank moments before had appeared
on the other side of the glass you were pressed to, and was watching in
what had to be shock at what was happening to you. Had you been paying
attention, you would have seen it check over its shoulders, nervously,
before exposing it’s mating organ- perhaps this creature was male then?
It manipulated it’s mating organ furiously, not so unlike the other
Whaleshark Mermaids in the tank.
Last, and perhaps most
importantly, the Whaleshark woman who still held you captive in her
embrace had drifted high enough to align her lower opening with yours.
Her fingers suddenly spread especially wide, causing you to gasp in
surprise once more, and she pressed against you, filling your mouth with
her breast, and pressing her opening to yours. Something… something was
entering you. Something LARGE. It was not particularly hard, with some
soft give to it. But it could only be compressed so much, and as it
forced its way deeper and deeper into your opening, it became dencer and
dencer, as your muscles attempted, uselessly to resist. You squirmed
desperately trying to un-align your hips, but she was so much stronger,
so much larger– you had no hope of moving. You realized, at some point
that her hand had slipped between the two of you again, and she was
manually pushing the thing into you now.
You tried to protest. You
could not. You could not move, and she just shook her head at your
attempts. <I am sorry. You must accept my eggs though. You must. You
With a sudden shift, the thing- her egg- made it past
your muscles fully, popping into your pouch. It felt so heavy. It made
you feel so bloated. You thought for a moment that she was done, but her
grip tightned on your arm when you tried to slip away. Eggs. She had
said Eggs. Plural. She slipped her fingers into you, opening you up once
This time, the egg came much faster, as she smashed her
hips into yours, desperately, groaning as the egg exited her body,
before once again– pushing it with the flat of her palm into your pouch,
fully. You were horrified. You had felt so heavy with just one. Now
Thankfully, once she had rammed the second egg into you, her
grip on your arm finally loosened, and she released you, letting you
drift to the floor of the tank. Your hands instincitvely went to your
pouch. Though the eggs were easily melon sized, the strength of your
muscles clamping down on them made them somewhat smaller. They filled
you utterly though, their jelly-like consistency allowing them fill you
utterly, pushing up against one another to fight for space, forcing your
belly outward where no more space was to be had. You looked like a
mockery of parenthood. Thankfully though, it was over.
Or so you thought.
as the largest of the Whaleshark Mermaids drifted away, seemingly
shocked at what she had just done, the others fell upon you. The pushed
at one another, grabbing at you, fighting, gently, over who would have
you next. One began kissing you, As another swam around to manipulate
your breasts from behind. Still another began pressing her hips to
yours, wasting no time in getting her eggs on their way to their new
home, inside you.
They swarmed around you, taking turns, all
desperate, but none wanting to damage you. They were surprisingly gentle,
even as you were pulled from one to the next, and pressed egg after egg after egg into your already over-burdend pouch.
At the end of it
all, you had seven eggs inside of you. Where as before you thought you
looked like a mocekery of parenthood, now you knew you were an outright
parody of it. You were positively huge. You belly was completely firm,
with out give– there were too many eggs, too tightly packed! You sunk
immediately to the bottom, your belly pointing upwards where the other
women swam, somewhat confused over what had just happened, none daring
to get close to you again just yet, lest it happen again. You turned
your head away from them, toward the corner of the tank, between the
floor and the wall. At least, you thought weakly, there were no males in
this tank. Without any firtalization agent, the eggs would be a burden
for a while, but would eventually pass out of you. Eventually.
when you finally noticed the creature on the other side of the glass,
it’s mating organ still out, large, and hard in it’s hand. Staring at
Voltron Music Headcanon AKA Lance and Shiro start a band
• so one day Team Voltron (finally) has a day to rest and Shiro and Lance are just sitting in the common room.
• Lance absentmindedly starts humming the beginning to a song (I personally imagine that it’s Floral and Fading by Peirce the Veil. I’m just putting that out there.)
• Shiro starts tapping along to it
• Lance starts singing the lyrics and it is BEAUTIFUL.
• Shiro’s heard Lance “sing” to annoy Keith (He chased Keith through the entire castle singing MCR horribly out of key in a Heavy Metal voice, it was as impressive as it was hilarious), but in reality, saying “Lance had the voice of an angel” is an insult to Lance. Holy quiznak, Lance can sing.
• SHIRO STARTS DOING HARMONIES
• They finish the song and Shiro pulls a General Shang being all like “You… You sing good.”
• Lance: Thanks, Shiro!
• Lance [internally]: AJSBDKSBS THIS IS GREATEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME I AM SO BLESSED
• Lance jokingly tells Shiro that they should start a band.
• Shiro seriously thinks starting a band is a great idea.
• Lance mentions the fact that the castle wouldn’t have any instruments to use.
• “Hey Coran, would the Olkari be able to make musical instruments?”
• “Of course!”
• Lance secretly makes Coran SWEAR not to tell Allura or Keith what they’re doing.
• Shiro and Lance ask Allura to make a wormhole to Olkarion. When questioned why, Lance bullshits a detailed “explanation” as to why Lance and Shiro need to be there.
• Allura buys the whole thing and Lance and Shiro are off to Olkarion.
• “Lance, why did you lie to the Princess?”
• “Dude, you can TOTALLY use this as a way to woo her into falling in love with you!”
• “With me? I thought YOU were the one who wanted to be with the Princess.”
• “I like her and everything, but I KNOW you have feelings for her, so I’m gonna help you lock it up, dude! Bros before Hoes, right?” (In truth, Lance wants to woo Keith instead because he’s been pining for him for a while. Everybody but Keith and Shiro are aware of this.)
• “Whoa, don’t call her a hoe!”
• “Case in point!”
• They get to Olkarion and they describe the equipment they’ll need, along with additional instruments they want to have just in case (drumset, guitar, bass, mics, amps, etc.) as best as they can.
• Lance is surprisingly eloquent with the descriptions. The instruments the Olkari make are better than anything found on Earth. Lance tells the Gibson guitar company to eat their fucking hearts out
• Hunk and Pidge HAPPEN to be in the hangar when they return.
• Shiro freezes as the Green and Yellow Paladins spot him walking out of his lion with a fucking bass drum in his hands
• “Don’t tell Allura.” says Shiro looking like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus
• “…Or Keith” adds Lance sharing the same expression as the Black Paladin
• Pidge and Hunk look at each other for a moment. “Why not?” Asks Pidge.
• Lance tells them the plan of forming a band to win the affections of Keith and Allura.
• “How about we join the band and help you?” Says Hunk.
• “Deal” says Lance and Shiro in unison.
• Pidge finds a completely soundproof room in the castle and watches the security cams so they won’t get noticed by Allura. (Keith spends all his time in the training room, so he won’t be a problem)
• They successfully metal gear solid all the equipment to the room without getting caught by Allura. They spend an hour in the room rehearsing.
• Lance is on Lead Guitar and Vocals (Lance’s guitar solos are what dreams are made of.)
• Hunk is on Bass and backup vocals (okay, listen to a song with vocals only and tell me the bass guitar isn’t important you fricks.)
• Pidge is on Rhythm Guitar, Piano, and backup vocals. (MY NONBINARY SMOL IS SO TALENTED AND I LOVE THEM AND I’M DEFINITELY NOT BIASED. FIGHT ME)
•side note: they also sing lead vocals for Paramore songs, which they are surprisingly good at.
• Shiro is on drums. (Shiro sweats a lot when he plays, so he doesn’t wear a shirt. He also does that thing where he twirls one of the drumsticks while he plays with one hand. Because of course he can. Space Dad can do anything.)
• Coran calls Allura and Keith to the common room
• They start playing Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low the moment Keith and Allura walk through the door.
• During the verses of the song, Lance gets up close and personal with Keith as he sings, hitting him with the smolder™ (he brings his fucking A-GAME. Puffed up chest, confident grin, the occasional hair flip, and “fuck me” eyes that gave a whole new meaning to “if looks could kill”.)
• Homosexuality, thy name is Keith.
• Shiro decides to wink at Allura, as well as mouth the words “dear Allura, count me in” during the chorus.
• rip allura
• once the song is over, Allura compliments Shiro and caNNOT STOP STARING AT HIS CHEST. She kisses him on the cheek and tells him she really enjoyed it and that they should do this more often. (Obviously, she doesn’t know that that sounds really sexual. OR DOES SHE?)
• rip shiro
• the space parents become a flustered, giggly mess. Shiro pulls her into a passionate kiss. Not only that but Allura is also pulled into his sweaty rock hard chest.
• rip allura part 2: electric boogaloo
• Keith starts violently making out with Lance, and they do that thing where they walk and make out at the same time until they get to the hangar, where Keith (who’s still getting all icky-sticky with Lance) knocks on red’s foot so she’ll open up.
• they “have a bonding moment” in the cockpit.
• Red is… Surprisingly okay with this development.
• they do the walk of shame™ back to the common room
• Lance [internally]: I have no shame. This is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.
• when they return to the common room, everyone is applauding them. Because red and blue finally made purple. They finally did the mambo with their clothes off. They finally did the bedroom rodeo. They finally did whatever fucking euphemism for sex Pidge could think of.
• Hunk bakes Keith and Lance a “congrats on the sex” cake the very next day.
• this becomes a common occurrence within the castle (the performances, not the sex. Okay, also the sex. You get the point.)
“You’re afraid to be happy” - Kakashi Hatake x Reader
Summary : Kakashi is in love with you…But pushes you away because he’s too afraid of loosing you, as every single persons he ever cared about died or left/betrayed him.
Some more love for Kakashi, because I’ve been binge watching Naruto Shippuden and I’m kind of in love with him (also, I received requests for fics about Luffy and Zorro from One Piece, and characters from FMA and more Naruto, so expect to see more anime around here), hope you’ll like it ! :
It wasn’t often, that the famous Copy Ninja, Kakashi Hatake, talked about his feelings. Hell, it was so rare some would say he never does.
But Yamato, one of his only remaining friend, knew better.
Sometimes, when they were both very drunk, they’d talk. They wouldn’t always remember what about, but they’d talk.
About their lives. What they like, don’t like, what make them happy, what brings them down…Your name often appears on Kakashi’s lips during those times.
Like today, or rather, tonight, while Kakashi helps Yamato to walk home. Or was it Yamato that helped Kakashi ? They were kind of slumped against each other’s, walking with difficulties, cheeks red because of the alcohol.
After the scarecrow pronounced your name for the tenth time that night, Yamato finally dared to ask :
-So, you love her ?
-Who could I talk about ?
Yamato nods. Or, tries to nod, because every movement that are a bit too vigorous makes him want to throw up.
-Yes I do.
-…I am confused, Kakashi-senpai.
-What are you confused about, Tenzou ?
-Don’t call me like that please.
-Don’t call me “senpai” then. What are you confused about ?
-Well, if you’re in love with her, and she is in love with you…why don’t you two just date ?
-Because if we do, she’ll die.
-…I’m even more confused now. Maybe I’m too drunk. Or you’re too drunk.
-I’m definitely drunk, but I can still think straight.
-I don’t get it. I don’t get you. She’s obviously madly in love with you ! And she’s beautiful, kind, caring, nice, extremely funny…
-I know all of that Yamato. But I can’t.
-Because everyone I ever loved either died or betrayed me that’s why ! She has to stay away, or something will happen ! It’s simple really !
Request: Smutty smut smut In which harry and Y/N have a bet to see who can get the other off faster with oral and whomever looses has to wear that persons favorite team colors for the game that's night. (Packers vs Seahawks or Jets)
I had so much fun writing this!
Thank you for the request, lovely! Hope you like this one!
#16: You bet**
Y/N sits in her study room, legs propped up on the table,
figure slumped on the leather chair, and her laptop resting on her lap as she
went through her mails. The idea of work from home worked just apt for her;
apart from the comfort and relaxation to her, it also brought Harry a
consolation of always having her with him, wherever he goes, whichever part of
the world he rests in. Anyhow, it was no casual work; Y/N put her heart and
soul into the works assigned to her, and as a result her pay was always on the
line of increase and promotions always seeked her way. In all, she was on the
line of great prosperity, along with her love life hand in hand.
“Y/N!” She hears him a moment before he barges into the
room, panting. “Y/N!”
“Yeah?” She looks up from her laptop, giving a bored look.
“Y/N.” He says again, stepping inside the room, and walking
round to her side. “Are you through with your work?”
“Yeah, just one mo-“
“Okay, good.” He shuts the laptop with a thud, Y/N eyes
widening as she gives him a look, and she barely has time to protest, when
suddenly, he’s picked her off of the chair, tucking his arm under knee and
other under her back, lifting her in the air.
“Harry, what the-“ Her arms wrap tightly around his neck, as
he walks out of the room, walking in the direction of their bedroom. “Harry,
stop! What’re you doing?”
“You’ll see.” He tells her, monotone in his voice, as he
stands before their bedroom door. He opens the door in haste, almost tripping
on his feet, and somehow, stumbles towards the bed, throwing her on top of the
“Harry!” Y/N scolds, rubbing her behind in agony, as she
gives him a look.
Harry looks down at her, staring intensely to make her knees
feel weak and her anger rush out of her mind.
“Okay, let’s do it.” He takes off his shirt in one quick
motion; Y/N barely has time to admire his sexy tattoos and the little tummy
he’s acquired, before he’s lied on top of her, pressing down on her body with
his, lips curling in a kiss on her jaw.
She smiles as he leans up to kiss her lips. His hands wander
down her body, pulling her tunic up her till he has his hands touching her
“Ah.” Y/N moans into his mouth; he breaks away, kissing down
her jaw. “Someone’s in quite a mood today.” She chuckles.
“Hmm.” Harry hums against her chest, opening his mouth
against her covered breasts, and she is arching her back to get closer to him.
“I’m in mood.” He continues his trail, kissing over her stomach; sitting up to
pull her tunic over her head. Their lips press again, and he says in her mouth.
“Mood for some football without any disruption.”
Y/N eyes shoot upon, she absorbs his words. “What?” She
lifts her head off the mattress to look at him.
Harry looks up from kissing her valley between her breasts.
“Yeah, the football match between the mighty Packers and the Seahawks.” He says
to her, grinning.
Y/N sits up, pushing him to do along. “So, why aren’t you
going and watchin’ it?”
“Because the match’s in the evening, and I need no, NO,
distractions or disturbance while I’m watching; so you have me right now –
finish off with your fetishes and kinky fuckeries now, so that I’m relieved for
Y/N’s eyes narrow. “Why are you like this?”
“The match is bloody important, Y/N! I cannot-CANNOT miss
any second of it!” He says, eyes widening dramatically.
Y/N looks away from him, not impressed. Harry sighs, tugging
her shoulders so she lies back down. “C’mon, let’s get over with it, it’s not
like you take too much time to get off anyway..”
“Excuse me?!” She
booms at him, mouth agape, eyes widened, utterly offended. Harry snickers at
“What?” He smiles. “I’m just stating facts.”
“Well, Mister Harry Fucking Styles.” Y/N stands on her
knees, getting taller than his sitting figure, as she leans towards him with a
finger poking his chest. “You should pretty much write this down, but I have
the most holding back power, okay?!”
“You’re telling me?” Harry counters, musing at her childlike
demeanor. “I, who has discovered your body like you yourself haven’t, and know
you like the back of my hand – you dare to challenge my intellect?” He gets up
on his knees, towering her.
“But it’s my damn body! I know it better than anyone else
does!” She states, tightening her arms at her sides, and she puffs her chest,
Harry laughs out loud, throwing his head back, and Y/N’s
looking at him, absolutely anguished. She crosses her arm over her chest,
looking away, pouting. A thought strikes her, and she looks back, smirking to
“If we are really doing this, then let’s just talk about how
easily you wet yourself even when I dry hump you!”
Harry’s laugh ceases; he looks down at her, eyebrows crooked
up. “That’s because I let myself do so!”
“Oh, shud up!” Y/N drawls, tittering.
Harry shakes his head, leaning in closer to her. “I am a
control freak, I can control myself real bad.” He states it to her.
“Oh, but, baby.” Y/N hold his chest muscles in her hands, looking
him in the eyes. “I know your body like
the back of my hand, and you ain’t got no control over your horny self!”
She mocks him.
Harry fumes; clutching her wrists, he pins her down on the
bed; Y/N wrestling from underneath him, stopping him from nearing close.
“Do you intend to challenge me, Miss Y/N Y/L/N?” He rasps out.
Y/N chuckles, intertwining their fingers to get a better
grip at the wrestle. “Oh, I don’t fight losers!”
“Loser you!” He ducks down quick, overpowering her; his lips
meet at her neck, and Y/N gasps, pushing him with all her might, and succeeding
in bringing him underneath her.
“We’ll see about that, Styles!” She says, pinning his hands
down on his sides, panting from the exertion. Harry leans forward from the
mattress, to her, chattering his teeth as in to bite her, and she flinches,
squealing, away from him.
“Let’s do it, then.” Harry pants. “Let me give you a good
taste of defeat, aye?”
“Alright, you’re done, baby.” Y/N gets off of him, standing
off the bed, hands on her hips. “The one who loses wears the opposite teams
color for the whole match.”
Harry sits up, surprised. “So, you don’t support the
Packers?!” He panics.
“You’re on their side so I have to oppose you.” Y/N shrugs.
“Oh, dear.” Harry gasps, rubbing his hands over the length
of his face. “Y/N, I have to say this, but I think we’ll have to reconsider our
“Harry, it’s just for the bet!” Y/N gives him an ambushed
look. “C’mon, now, get ready. I’m getting the stopwatch - I am counting on
“Oh, you’re on, baby!”
So, it begins.
The room is eerily quiet; Y/N lies on the bed, naked, her
phone in her hand as she scrolls through her feed, waiting for Harry to show up
from the bathroom.
A moment later, the bathroom lock clicks, Harry walks out,
dressed in just his boxers, hair damp with water dripping on his shoulders. Y/N
puts her phone away on the side table, folding her legs close to her chest as
she watches him come close to her.
A hot, bothering gasp leaves her lips as she eyes him,
walking up to her in an absolute seductive, dominant manner, and she’s squeezing
her legs, feeling her strength falter.
“No talking.” She tells him, as he sits down before him, on
the bed. She points out her weakness; it completely has her pooling if he
starts to urge her, talk to her while getting down. His silky voice, wrapped
with raspy touch he adds, makes it absolutely inevitable to not lose control.
“My turn, my rules.” He says, smirking at her. He sits in a
crawling position, eyeing her bent knees, and then meets her eyes. Slowly, with
his hands, he holds her knees, parting them, till he has enough space to fit in
Y/N’s breathing shakes, she covers her mouth with her hand
to hide the fact.
Harry bites his lip. “Seems you’d be falling apart even
before I touch you.”
Y/N’s eyes narrow, and she keeps quiet.
Harry leans forward, till his stomach is pressed against her
crotch, and his face digs into her breast. “C’mon, talk to me, kitten. You know
I love it when you do.” He muses, dipping his head over her left breast,
brushing his lips over the supple nipple; Y/N feeling the reeling effect down
to her core.
“Kitten?” She tries to distract her mind by talking. “That’s
out of syllabus, Harry.”
Harry looks up, smiling wickedly. “Surprise, surprise.”
Y/N groans, throwing her head back. Her body leans onto the
headboard, as Harry goes down on her, kissing the way down to her thighs.
“It’s a torture.” He begins, kissing her stomach. “Going
this slow on you, I know how much you like it when I’m..rough.” He blows over
the skin of her torso, dipping low to kiss her navel with a loud smacking sound.
Y/N whimpers loud, her hands tightening around the sheets
under her, her eyes falling shut.
Harry sits up, rubbing circles on her knees to only slide
his hands down, cupping her thighs in them.
He kisses her inner thighs, his breath brushing past her
clit now and then, giving her shudders through her body.
“Soft, so soft.” Harry coos, sucking on her skin.
“Harry.” Y/N grunts.
“Mhm?” Harry looks up. “Coming already, are you?”
“No.” Y/N snorts. “The stopwatch, I didn’t start it.”
Harry gives her an accusing look, before leaning forward to
get the stopwatch in his hands, setting it down after doing the necessary.
“Good that I got you aroused before.” He says, as he fits
himself back in between her legs.
“Not really.” She teases, shrugging her shoulder casually.
This has Harry bubbling with rage, and he lifts her side,
slapping down on her behind. She groans, chuckling at his behavior.
“You bad girl, bad, bad, girl.” He shakes his head, slapping
hard again. “How does that feel? Does it tickle your core, kitten? Does it give
you an electric buzz? Hm?”
Y/N tightens her lips, reluctant to spill out the moan
captivated in her mouth.
Harry’s grip around her thighs tighten, and bringing them
close, he suddenly spreads them apart with a jerk, having her gasp loud at the
suddenness occur at the stretch. He starts to kiss her from the chest again,
playing around with her nipple before tugging them with his teeth, causing her
Trailing down, he’s right below her stomach, his lips
hovering for too long, before he duck down to suck at the skin. Y/N’s hands
clutch at the sheets tighter, his scruff above his lips tickling her skin
uneven, and she’s having a bad urge to touch herself down there.
His breath then feels over her core, warm and contrasting to
the chill caused to it from being exposed.
He bops his nose over her entrance, leaving a few pecks
right on spot but going no deeper, and he pulls away.
An unintentional grunt escapes her, she opens her eyes to
look at him eyeing her down. The desperation builds in the pits of her gut, and
she’s forced to open her mouth.
“Harry, you’re running out of time.”
His eyes twinkle hearing her say so. “Ah, so Kitten’s giving
in, is she now?” He muses.” It doesn’t seem so hard anymore.”
He leans back down between her, gliding his lips teasingly
over her thighs. “Tell me, kitten, d’ya want me now? Here, right here?” His
fingers touch her entrance, brushing past the skin, making her arch her back,
and bite down on her lip in suppression.
“Mhm.” She hums.
Harry ducks low, finally attaching his mouth onto her
entrance the way she likes, and a moan escapes her lips in approval.
“Let me see you come, kitten. Give it to me, baby, give me
your taste..” Harry moans into her, slipping his tongue past her walls, and
furiously flicking it against her core.
“Ah, Harry.” The pain builds in her gut; her hands sliding
into his hair, clutching hard to ease her tension. She can’t be coming now; it’s
way too early.
Her breathing accelerates, she is pulling herself from the
feeling; tensed and sweaty, her groans seem to not cease anymore.
“Come for me, baby, come for me.” Harry urges, his hot
breath fanning deep into her, and accentuating the already build up feeling
Harry takes her skin in his mouth, sucking down. This makes
her thrust herself down onto his mouth, wanting his lips just everywhere on
her. Harry’s hands wrap around her thighs, digging his fingernails into her
supple skin, as he leaves open mouthed kisses on her, separating her walls with
his tongue then and now to lick her off within.
“Baby, I need you.” He begs, looking up at her. She has
tears at the corner of her eyes, her mouth is open. Her face pumps Harry; she
can’t do it anymore – he assures himself. “Kitten, come for me, I need you, I
wanna-“ He kisses her again down, breathing hard against her core. “I wanna
taste you, you sweet, sweet, baby. Give it to me, gimme yourself. C’mon,
A shudder goes down her body; and she’s had it. Tears don’t
stop anymore, her hands tighten at his roots as his mouth attaches back on her,
and his tongue doesn’t care for being gentle.
She reaches her climax, screaming his name, as the feeling
of holding back now feels fatal. Her hands leave his hair; they come up,
covering her eyes, as she realizes her defeat. Harry chuckles, as he wipes her
clean, flicking his tongue on everywhere to have her sweet flavor reside in his
He sits up, reaching for the stopwatch, and he points it to
her, laughing. “Two minutes fifty eight seconds, babe.”
Y/N groans against her hands. Harry leans forward to her,
trying to pull her hands away, but she, like a grumpy child, keeps them intact.
“Look at you.” He laughs, hands wrapped around her wrists. “Acting
like a little kid. It’s not about winning or losing, Y/N, but I have a strong feeling
that I’ll win.” Her hands flies, slapping his shoulder. He ducks, pulling away
her hands with force, to find her face red in anger.
His laugh has no control. “Sweetheart.” He muses, reaching
forward to kiss her, but she pulls away, pouting her lips.
This has him laughing even more. “C’mon, you.”
“It’s all the fault of you calling me kitten!” She finally
speaks, but all angry.
Harry coos. “It’s such a sweet name, who knew it would get
you all weak.” He chuckles.
Y/N eyes narrow. “Oh, I still have my turn left. It’s not
game over, yet!”
“First, gimme a kiss, please.” She leans up from the
mattress, puckering her lips to give a quick peck, but realizing his mouth
taste so good, she goes for another kiss, and ends up letting him take control.
She sits up on his hips, fingers brushing against the
hemline of his boxer briefs.
“I could totally get you off by just dry humping.” She
challenges, biting her lip.
Harry sets the stop watch, musing.” We haven’t got much
Y/N rolls her eyes, chuckling sarcastically. “Ah-ha, baby.
You’d be coming with just a flick of my ass over your pants.”
Harry gives her an amused smirk. “Ready, set, go!”
Y/N’s lips duck to his neck, pressing her lips against his
sweet spot, kissing on while her hands palm him through his briefs. Her lips
trail down, kissing his nipples, then the smaller ones, having him leave a
She kisses down his stomach, on his moth tattoo, giving a
delicious moan as her lips press down. Harry’s figure shudders – her guess
totally correct at his weakness: her making sounds.
Trailing down, she kisses him over his navel, giving a smacking
sound, that has his breathing deepening in anticipation. Her come over the
bulge in between his legs, kissing down while she looks up at him through her
eyelashes. Their eyes meet, and Harry’s quick to look away, biting his lip.
Smirking, she reaches for the hemline of his boxers, dragging
them down his legs. His member comes springing out into her hand, and she
clutches it tight, looking up at him as she rises in a sitting position.
“Mine.” She says, moving towards him; their lips meet in a
quick kiss. “Only mine.” She kisses him again, getting their chest to touch;
her nipples against his warm skin, and she leaves a throaty moan into his
mouth, his groan following simultaneously.
His face turns somber, tension etched clearly in the clouds
before his eyes – all signs of amusement vanished in just a few moments. Y/N’s
hands pumps him, slowly and achingly, giving him a hard time breathing.
“Baby, don’t stop.” Harry says in a fragile tone, his eyes
“I won’t.” Y/N moans, kissing his mouth softly. She sits on
his one thigh, rubbing herself against his hairy skin.
She looks down at her hand, pumping his hard, swollen self,
and an inevitable moan escapes her lips, body rocking faster against his thigh.
She bends down slowly, bumping her nose against his tip, and
he gasps, searching down in anticipation. She brushes her lips, sliding her
body down to rest in between his legs. Harry can’t keep his eyes off of her, as
he waits to let her take him in his mouth.
“Turn over.” She looks up at him.
“Turn. Over” She says again, eyes boring into his.
“You mean, you’re gonna-“
“Mm-hmm.” She nods innocently, Harry’s eyes’s widening.
He does as she says, lying flat on his stomach. Her lips
come over his back, kissing along the length of his spin, stopping just above
his spine. A moan leaves his lip, fidgeting slightly as he waits for her.
Her hands clutch his bare behind, kneading in her petite
hands. Harry feels a shudder, his breath accelerating.
“Such a pretty ass.” She muses, leaning down to kiss over
“You’ve never done this.” Harry stutters.
Urging his hips to buck up, she gets him to kneel with his
behind to her. Harry’s body seems shivering, completely losing senses, as Y/N’s
hand spread his cheeks apart, running a slick finger against the line.
Harry’s hips buck, his teeth chattering in longing. Y/N’s
lips replace her finger, leaving a small peck, and that has Harry groaning like
a wild animal. He is breathing through his mouth, as her lips press onto his
more, kissing him repeatedly, before her tongue gives a poke.
Harry jumps in his place, Y/N’s tongue doing a flick on him,
and he is crying out, reaching his hands behind to clutch her head. Y/N lets
out a moan as his hand reach her hair, the moan vibrating in through his body,
sending a line of cusses and moans leave his mouth.
Pulling away, Y/N turns him back over to her. Harry sits up,
his face red, sweat and breathing absolutely out of control.
She takes no time, bending down to reach his hard erection,
and takes him in her mouth, moaning when he fills her to her throat. She pumps
the rest of him, fondling his balls in her hand, as she bobs her head against
him. The intensity of all of the activities has Harry’s mind driving out of
control, he clutches her hair in his hand, and throws his head back, living in
He feels the pressure intensify within him, but he remembers
to pull back, albeit the torture he feels in doing so.
Y/N’s cheeks hollow around him, her moans loud and shaking,
leaving him with redness spreading all over his stomach and chest from the
exertion of holding back. She bobs faster, pulling him completely out of her
mouth, kissing and petting his tip, before taking him in again, leaving him
absolutely pleasured with the contrasting change of temperature.
His toes curl as her warm mouth covers him, and it’s before
he can comprehend that he twitches and come into her mouth, groaning.
She pulls away, reaching him. His fingers cup her chin,
wiping off the dripping juice over it. They look into one another’s eyes, and
suddenly, they are kissing each other, escalating the process as Harry has her
pinned against the mattress, his member in his hand, resting right at her
He thrusts into her, not pulling away from the kiss, as his
hips buck and thrust into her hips. They are moving together, in sync; Harry
gets control, pulling away from the kiss to love her neck. Their arms wrap
around each other, pressing one another’s body close till there wasn’t even air
to pass through, as he rocks above her, thrusting in hard and fast.
Their groans sound deep, husky and loud; they’re in absolute
lack of control, and for the second time, Y/N finds herself falling apart in
his arms, lips together, feeling him deeply around her clenching walls.
They pause, breathing hard against each other, taking time
to get over the euphoria of all of the moments. It is while later that Y/N
“Harry!” She calls, him, shaking his slumped body over her. “The
stopwatch, it’s still running!”
Harry gets up slowly, limbs aching, back aching, as he
reaches over to the stopwatch, smiling in victory.
“Ha-ha. Four minutes fifty five seconds.” He shows it to
Y/N sits up, annoyed. “But, we need the time after you came,
not after everything!”
“Whatever!” Harry does his victory dance. “I know I won.”
“No, we don’t have the clear results!” Y/N protests.
“Oh, shud up!” He drawls. “Every loser says that.”
“No!” She whines. “It’s a tie!”
Harry only laughs, teasing her.
“Wait!” Realization comes over her. “If I subtract the time
it took me to get off to the total time of what we did, it comes out to be….two
minutes seven seconds!” Her eyes widen, she’s genuinely delighted.
“What?” Harry looks at her, confused.
“It’s Maths, Styles! And I won!” Y/N does her happy dance.
“Oh, no, no, no.” Harry counters, shaking his head. “Let’s
just make it a tie.”
“Yes! Because you of course came early this time. We can’t
consider the previous time.” He explains.
Y/N’s eyes roll up in thought. She sighs, groaning. Harry
laughs at her. “So, it’s a tie!” He says. “C’mon, now, let’s get dressed.”
“But, you’re cheating, Harry. I clearly won!”
“Shut your mouth or I’d be making you come the third time.”
Harry slumps, looking down at the Seahawks color shirt he’s
wearing. His arms cross over his chest, the television ahead of him turned on,
waiting for the match to begin. He makes a face, staring at the screen with a
The door to the room then opens, his friends coming inside
together, all hooting and shouting his name.
Harry’s eyes widen, as he turns to his mates.
“Harry..?” They all say together, giving confused looks. “Man,
have you lost your mind? You’re abandoning the Packers?”
“Hi, boys.” Y/N walks in, beer cans and snacks in a cart
ahead of her. All the boys look t her with smiles.
They turn to Harry. “Y/N’s got so better taste than you,
“No!” Harry covers up. “She’s the one supporting the
“Oh, shut up, Harry.” Y/N pops in. “Why would you support
anyone else when there’s the mighty Packers.”
All the gents chuckle with her, giving her high-five, and
eyeing Harry rudely, they settle on the couch before the television.
Harry glares at her, gritting his teeth.
“Have fun, boys!” She says, blowing an annoying kiss at
Harry, before walking out of the room, laughing.
Request: phantomsmenace said: hi bonnie! i was wondering
if you could write one where during the events of the first avengers movie
where Loki tries to protect you while everything is going on? either romantic
or platonic? thank you!!
“It’s an impressive cage.
Not built, I think, for me.”
Loki heard Fury reply to his taunting, but he didn’t hear
the words from his mouth. In fact, he
barely knew what he, himself, had just said.
He was simply buying time, waiting for the moment when the Hulk would
take center stage against a team that was barely his own, and when Loki could be
free to make his escape. He didn’t care
at all about anyone on this floating fortress other than one; he only cared
about where they were holding you and how he would reach you. If his connection to Barton was holding, the
archer would already be following his orders to retrieve you and keep you safe.
DEVELOPER(S): Meaka ENGINE: RPGMaker XP GENRE: Supernatural, Puzzle WARNINGS:
Both implied and shown violence to the children, Emotional abuse, Blood SUMMARY: With what starts as a simple day at the park, siblings Tony, Pablo, and Octavio are once again caught up in a series of strange circumstances such as strange pocket dimensions, coordinated monsters, and more geese than anyone could ever want to see in their lives. Stranded with them are Haze and Seal, two witches who seem to be connected with whatever nonsense is going down. As witches tend to be.In the simplest of terms, this game is about friendship and relating to others, both the good and the bad. With an unfortunate focus on the bad. It will be mostly straightforward with only one ending.
YURIO in Yuri on Ice Ep. 12 - Interpretation/Analysis
In my personal opinion, I believe Yuri on Ice made suggestions towards my Yurio crush theory (1, 2), but if you prefer to think of it as just admiration, that’s fine. Either way, it’s a beautiful turn of events. I’m going to take apart the scenes from Episode 12 and explain how I interpret them.
This episode really hit me in the feels and I loved it. So far I’ve seen a lot of positive responses to it, but I have also seen people who are unhappy with Yurio’s part in it. If you are one of those people, I’d suggest reading this post or my post about Yurio’s past, as I think they help people get a new perspective on him.
ALL RIGHT. ONTO THE SUPER SUPER SUPER CHARGED GRAND PRIX FINAL (OF TEARS)!!!
The Best Friend Personality broken down by a Best Friend Personality: A Shallow Portrayal of a Deep Character
Ok so I have honestly had enough of people talking shit about this so I’m going to explain it better than the games and shows can.
So this isn’t a new thing for me. I am used to getting the characters I love and relate to shat on for how they are portrayed in media. It’s been long going on ever since I started getting involved with fandoms and I always wondered why this was. I realized that after some time that it might be that many people can’t see these characters in the perspective that I can. Also because these characters are often short lived in a plotline or are just never actually developed like they should. However, I didn’t blame anyone until people (fans) started changing this personality into something completely different or overlooking this deep personality completely.
This is brought up a final straw with 2 recent characters getting more backlash than I have ever seen this personality ever get.
Lance McClain from Voltron and Ryuji Sakamoto from Persona 5.
This post isn’t about bashing people who dislike the characters. It’s about getting to understand them which I can clearly see people aren’t getting from the get go of their introduction.
I’m doing this because their life and experiences are extremely similar to how I feel and live in my own life and to see these two be bashed for some of the deepest portrayal I have seen of this type hurts me greatly.
I often hear and see people write that they are annoying, boring, selfish, egotistical, or even downright mean to others. This lack of understanding hurts me because I realize that I myself in society might be seen this way or this wide idea will spread into a live issue.
I’ve also noticed that boys are really the only ones that get these traits. I am not sure why but I would love to see girls with these problems and see if this outcome would be different. (I could argue that Chloe Price falls into this but the position of what I speak of is dominated by Warren Graham)
This character type is a best friend to the rest of the team or the protagonist and is often the wingman or the go to guy for everything. They don’t necessarily all have the same personality but they all have a key features that make them fit into this position. It seems that these key features however are the things that get judged and, for me, I cannot quite see why.
First impressions mean everything. These characters are often brought into a story immediately down on their luck AT ALL TIMES. I can give you some examples of this from characters that are this type:
Lance is in a simulator that he ends up crashing and is scolded by Iverson and it is brought up that he isn’t cut out to be a pilot along with all of the students pointing out his flaws blatantly, Ryuji Sakamoto is late for school with the protagonist in the rain and not only that he is the crap of the school before the protagonist comes along. He is held responsible for destroying the track team and believed to be a delinquent afterwards, Yosuke Hanamura literally rides his bike into a trash can and needs the protagonist to help him out and later he gets his ass kicked by Chie for breaking her DVD and gets his date turned down by Yukiko, Armin Arlert is being beaten up by a group of bullies and takes the beating not making an effort to fight back until Eren and Mikasa come to save him, Alistair Theirin is back and forth being harassed and harassing Mages and all around not really wanting to be in the camp, etc.
You know the character I’m talking about.
Now I get more into their backstory. Most of them are happy-go-lucky fun loving people on the outside but have some inner turmoil. It is a broken record of they never feel good enough and they never feel loved. It doesn’t quite always start out that way when you meet them, they are often full of confidence no matter what is going on. However this changes when they realize that they make friends with people they aspire to be. They are jealous but they are happy they have friends that are great people. It is a mixed confusion that they will have and it is often haphazardly patched up with something like one occurrence or a line. This is not true to real life and honestly it is something that they will continue to feel no matter how early or late it is “fixed”. There is also a possibility of it becoming a problem again if they aren’t supported.
These characters usually have something going on at home or personally that they don’t make public to others easily. Some examples are:
Lance misses his home where he got his support and many people on his team fail to realize that he really is the only one that gets criticized on a day to day basis, Junpei Iori has an alcoholic father and doesn’t want to be around him much like Ryuji Sakamoto where his father would end up beating him and his mother (Ryuji is honestly a character I relate to the closest to out of many since me and my mother were victims of domestic violence and his actions and thoughts reflect a lot of what I have done and think about), Prompto Argentum feels extremely basic compared to his friends who grew up in noble and royal households which is then worsened when he finds out more about his past which I will spare those who still haven’t played.
These experiences and constant reminders that they will never be good enough by anyone especially by someone extremely influential in their life makes them believe that it is true and will see it everywhere. This is honestly a lasting impression because this started out when they were children and they were held to standards and are yelled and screamed at when they don’t make it there. They have no comfort going anywhere because they usually get it at home and they get it with friends. Now this may not be on purpose but as someone who relates it is an extremely impressionable word or dare I say trigger that often will bring back the source of where this fear originated from.
One thing I have noticed about all of them and myself is that we are snappers. We don’t mean to snap at people but when you hear something over and over or they bring up something you don’t want to talk about you get fed up with it. This is honestly what drives people away and it hurts because seeing people want to leave is nothing at all what we want. Expressing our feelings easily is not something we can do so we avoid it as much as possible resulting in what we hate the most.
I can see this is where the mean and maybe selfish comes from. We are angered by seeing things happen to others and will take it on because it means something personal.
When someone compliments us or says we did a good job we are deeply touched. None of that “for an idiot” crap because that is still holding the standard that we still are nothing and cannot progress past that trope. When we hear something genuine and invested we want to emphasize it because we did good and maybe people will see us better but people see this as: “Wow they are so full of themselves. Ok you did a good thing you don’t have to rub it in my face or anything. So annoying.”
Because people don’t make an effort to understand us or the characters they see it this way almost always. After being told so much that we suck and will never do good things when it happens and we say we are happy about it people crush it as “not a big deal”. It is to us. It’s a big deal when they say you’re no good all the time. We will close ourselves off or brush it off with haha joke if this happens. No one will really genuinely be interested or celebrate it with us.
I relate with these characters in an extremely personal level and understand them a lot better than most people do for how they are written. People will often warp this into a bad boy or crazy personality that honestly doesn’t exist which not only makes me confused on why but it hurts to see this character be ripped up and made into something they’re not. It is extremely depressing to see a character that I relate so much to destroyed by a fandom who doesn’t understand them properly. But-
I can easily see this character type influenced though. It stems from someone giving them what they want to hear and they can be manipulated. THEY MAY EVEN KNOW THEY’RE BEING MANIPULATED but it feels so good to finally hear what has been denied for so long. This isn’t done with this type often though. This is why I am such a fan of dark Lance just being manipulated by the Galra because it could give a depth that is missing from characters like him. With an arc like this you get into more of what they desire and what is missing in their lives and how much they want to be seen as more than they are made out to be.
Despite their detailed problems they really only want love and to be told that they matter and that they are important. It is an extremely easy solution that is almost never addressed in any game, show or media.
The whole “Lance is being shoved down my throat” and this whole that isn’t Lance I’m tired of! This “Ryuji is so mean to Morgana” (Morgana I low-key hate because Morgana is just fueling the fire by calling Ryuji dumb and an idiot in every other sentence and not one person has spoken ill of this fact) and “he’s just and idiot” IM TIRED OF! People change them so much and make them out to be these righteous and self absorbed people who are rude IM TIRED OF!
These characters cannot say anything or do anything to change what people see them as nor had I until now. I want people to understand that this is not the character you make them out to be. There are so many reasons behind the things that they do. They aren’t dumb They just think differently. They aren’t full of themselves they just want to prove they aren’t worthless.
Being someone who cannot even get a character that I can relate to who is cared for properly hurts because this is a problem I have seen over and over again. This is never fixed and if I don’t explain it these characters will forever be underestimated and made into something they aren’t. I want to work to a complete character. Not this consistent trope of the dumb hasty best friend. I want them to be loved and recognized for who they are, for what they struggle with, for how they think, and what they are looking for to complete their life.
I’m sorry but it had to be said. I want this because I see myself and to see them hate what my life is. I cannot take it anymore. I hope that you take time to understand and invest more into them. To not see them as shallow or bland.
Hello! I was hoping to take advantage of you being awesome and offering to take sidgeno drabble prompts, if that's cool? I was thinking like, something about sid's sleeptalking habit (AKA when he shamelessly gushes over how hot/talented/perfect G is while he sleeps) and like flower and his road roommates are familiar with this but then Geno hears once and just like. Melts. Pls, if you wouldn't mind writing this tooth-rotting fluff, I would melt. Thank you again for your time!!! :)))))))
Geno, if you asked him, would say he was a connoisseur of Sidney Crosby trivia.
Of course, no one ever asked him- but, if you did, Geno would say that. He’d say it jokingly, with a toothy grin and just enough of a wink that you’d know (think) he was kidding, but in reality, he really wasn’t. He knew a lot of things about Sid.
Most of it just came with the territory of knowing him for any extended period of time, because Sid was an easy person to get to know, on the surface. He had predictable routines, and rituals Geno could time down to the second- and, since he’d started being involved in at least part of them, often had. He knew exactly the amount of time he needed to take getting ready and getting through his own routine to be ready just in time for his and Sid’s handshake, to make it look like he wasn’t waiting for it like some kind of eager child waiting for his crush to pass him in the hallway at school.
(Except, that’s exactly what Geno was, and he knew it.)
Pairing: dad!Tony x daughter!reader, Nat, Sam, Steve
Warnings: Angst, anxiety tw
Word count: 1,901
A/N: My encounter with the rude creep who forced me to go park somewhere else and opened the door to my car after I had already gotten in and the subsequent panic attacks inspired this. Don’t read this if you get upset by reading about stuff like this!
You hated driving in New York. The traffic was fucking insane, people ran across the streets without even bothering to look left and right and the parking situation was the worst of it all. Just finding a parking spot took forever. It had taken you a solid half an hour until you had finally found one - there was no sign declaring that it was a private parking spot, so without giving it another thought, you got out of the car and rushed into the hair salon.
so, somehow over 500 of you have decided to follow this blog!! wow, i need a moment. i cannot even begin to put into words how much this blog and each and every one of you means to me. i started this blog because i was in my first year of university and incredibly lonely. i had no idea how i was going to survive second semester the way i had survived the first but then i discovered the hockey side of tumblr and it has been such a gift. i have never felt more welcomed or more comfortable in a community ever before in my life and i want to thank all of you for making it that way! thanks for giving this girl’s blog where she screams about the leafs a chance, you have no idea what it has done for me.
and now on to the actual follow forever! most of these people are mutuals because that seemed the easiest way to do this! if you’re not on this it doesn’t mean i don’t like you or am going to unfollow your blog, it’s simply because it would be way too long to include everyone and also because i am forgetful and definitely forgot at least one person.
The Royal Guard snuck up on him unceremoniously. One moment he was in the market, fingers trailing over different pieces of fabric, delightedly thinking about how much it would irk his fiance if he had a dress commissioned for her in a color far more interesting than blue, when two men snatched at his arms. “His Grace wishes to speak with you, Signore Montague.”
Benvolio is sure that his answering smirk can only be described as glib when he replies, “As my sovereign commands.”
They drag him to the castle with little thought to the sizable crowd hungrily watching the events unfold.
The prince is awaiting him in his lavish office, reading through missives that Benvolio half suspects are there just to make him appear busy. In truth he harbors little affection for Prince Escalus and always has, though it has no doubt been aggravated by his troublesome behavior regarding Rosaline. Still, the Montague heir has enough respect for decorum to give the other man a slight bow.
Prince Escalus sets down a letter and nods in greeting, “Montague. Thank you for coming.”
“Well, this worked best with my schedule.” Benvolio says wryly. His societal respect for propriety only goes so far, after all.
A more adept leader would start off with some meaningless small talk, try their best to disarm their prey and put them at ease. Benvolio has no doubt it is what the prince’s sister would do. Prince Escalus, however, is not his sister. “I am sure that you are as aware of the chaos in our streets as I am, Montague, as I am also sure that you can clearly see that your engagement to Lady Rosaline has had no effect to calm the masses. The people are crying for blood and it does not appear as though they will stop.”
Benvolio grits his teeth. “Forgive me, Your Grace, but I am vividly remembering you forcing Rosaline and I into this engagement. Are you now saying that you made a mistake?”
“Precisely.” Escalus nods vigorously, his dark eyes annoyingly earnest. “I naively thought that I could achieve peace where countless generations of rulers have failed. I understand now that there will never be peace between House Montague and House Capulet, only uneasy coexistence. We must go back to the status quo if Verona is to survive.”
“And how do you propose that happens? We were bound before God, it would be the greatest sin to turn back on those vows.” His blue eyes narrow as he follows that line of thought. “You would be condemning Rosaline to a life of servitude by reversing your choice.”
“Oh, I cannot possibly tell the public I regret my decision. A leader must be strong, above all else, and admitting fault at a time like this would be detrimental to my ability to rule Verona.” Escalus explained, apparently perfectly happy with his self-serving reasoning. “No, you will have to flee Verona. Immediately.”
Hi!! May I please request BTS reaction to you being insecure and saying negative things about yourself? - Anon
Hello love! I would absolutely do this reaction. But I just want to say to all of you who read this: Stay beautiful <3 I apologize but this is going to be a long one. I am not be able to put in gifs because its THAT long, so my apologies again. I hope you like it :)
Jin and the
rest of the boys had the day off. So all of you decided to head to the pool.
Once there, everyone wanted to play pool volleyball. You did not want to say
anything, but you felt uncomfortable because you didn’t want to get up on Jin’s
shoulders. You took him to a side and explained that you didn’t think you were
exactly skinny/slim enough for him to carry. He looked at you and gave a little
laugh. “Baby, have you seen your man’s shoulders? These babies can carry
Jungkook. You are as light as a feather. Please don’t talk that way about
yourself. I don’t care about a number on a scale. I care about YOU” he said
successfully making you smile. “Besides, do you think I would be with anyone who wasn’t at least as
beautiful as me? You are the most beautiful girl I have laid eyes on. So stop
being negative, and lets go show them who the best team is” he gave
you a kiss.
recently made your relationship public with Yoongi. It wasn’t exactly received
very well, with him being famous and all. You were getting a lot of hate
comments, which you expected. But that’s not what caused all the thoughts to be
triggered. It was your best friend who made you feel so insignificant that you
couldn’t hold back the flood of tears. “I am not good enough for you Yoongi”
you cried to him. He smiled and said “You are more than enough for me, you are
more than I could have asked for” he cupped your cheeks softly. He looked into your eyes and said “I can’t
even explain what you do to me. I am sitting here and trying to the thing I am
worst at: expressing what I feel. That’s what you do to me, that’s how you
change me and I love it. I love you” he softly kissed your tears away
Hoseok hated it when you put yourself down, and this time wasn’t any
different. “You aren’t pretty
enough you say. Well let me tell you Ms. y/n the first time I saw you I thought
I could have died right there. My stomach literally flipped the moment I saw
you. All I could feel were the butterflies because you looked so beautiful. You
are beautiful. Every day you get more and more beautiful. You get more
beautiful because you are so kind, you care so much for everyone that I feel
like giving the world to you. That’s how beautiful you are.” He pulled you into
a tight bear hug and kissed your temple. “I love you. Do you get it? I love you
for all you. Nothing more and nothing less” he smiled at you and kissed your
wanted to surprise you after he came home. He had a bouquet of flowers in his
hand. He quietly proceeded towards your
room. But before he could take a step in he heard you talking over the phone.
He did not want to eavesdrop but the moment he heard that you didn’t know why he
was even with you in the first place he froze. After your phone call ended, he
entered the room. He headed straight for you. He cupped your cheeks and he just
kissed you. He kissed you with everything he had. “I am with you because I love
and because you complete me. It sounds cheesy but you really do. You know me in
a way even I don’t know myself. You really think that stuff like status, what
you look like matters to me when I love you this much? You have no idea how far
and how deep I have fallen. I am never going to leave you, even if you get
tired of me” he gave you a soft smile. In that moment all your fears, and
feeling emotional. You didn’t know why. So, when Jimin came home he saw you
curled up on the couch, crying your eyes out. He dropped everything in his
hands and rushed straight to you. “Baby why are you crying? What happened?” he
asked in concern. “You deserve better” you told him. He was already in tears
but hearing those words broke him down. He cried with you. You both cried
holding each other till you couldn’t cry anymore. Once you both calmed down he
held your hands and said “You are the one person jagi, that made me love myself.
You made me see who I am.” he finished by kissing your hands. “I cannot even
explain how much I love you. Everything about you, makes my heart flutter.
Sometimes when you are around me, my breath hitches in my throat because you
are so beautiful. I am lucky, jagi. With you I dont have to be caught in a lie anymore”. He would pepper kisses all over your face, earning giggles from you.
busy playing overwatch. He didn’t notice you come into the room. You sat next
to him and put your head on his shoulder. He sensed that something wasn’t right
so he turned off the game. He turned to you and asked you what was wrong? “Do
you like how I look Tae” you asked him. He chuckled. “Y/n what kind of a
question is that? Ofcourse I love how you look. You are beautiful baby” he
kissed the top of your head. When you sighed in response, he turned around to
face you. He searched your face for answers and he realized what the matter was
about. “You are beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. I love every single inch of
your body. I love every quality and every imperfection you have. I would not
have it any other way. I am in love with you baby. Do you know what that means?”
he asked. “It means I can’t imagine my life without you. I just can’t see it in
my head. I don’t want to see an image like. You are perfect with your
imperfections and I love you so much that words fail me”
circulating about Jungkook and another female idol which brought out all your insecurities.
Suddenly you weren’t pretty enough, skinny enough, or good enough for him.
Suddenly he deserved better. Jungkook noticed that you seemed lost a lot of the
time. It worried him, so one day he sat you down and asked you. The moment he
asked you what was wrong you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. You told him
you were feeling insecure. He chuckled a little before pulling you into a hug. “I
know it’s because of the rumors. But jagi, you don’t have to worry about
anything, because I am all yours. I really couldn’t care less about other
girls. In my eyes you are pretty. If only you saw what I see. Only then you
would know what perfection looked like. I am not perfect because I am good at
everything, I am perfect because you make me so. I love you so much that I feel
insecure sometimes. What if you find a better guy than me?” You laughed when he
said that, and shook your head in response. “In your eyes, you don’t think you
could do better than me. Baby, I cannot do better than you even if I tried. I don’t
want to try because you are all I need. I want all of you, every flaw included.” With that he kissed you, and he poured
all of his feelings into that one little kiss.
I told you guys this one would be long. The point was to tell you that you are perfect the way you are. You guys are all beautiful. I don’t need to know you, or see you to say that. So stay beautiful, and stay imperfect ;) I hope you guys enjoyed this reaction and I wish you all a lovely day ahead :D <3
Sorry about no gifs. They don’t show because it is very long already, but I hope you guys like it the same!
A/N: aaaahhh xD this is my first Cisco Ramon imagine and I’m honestly so excited I cannot contain it! I am in love with this beautiful cinnamon roll and I think he doesn’t get nearly as much love as he deserves! :D so here it goes, hope you dearies like it :D
Request: anonymous asked: *cracks knuckles* (that was much more badass in my mind) YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE! You’re an ice!metahuman that Team Flash takes in to teach how to control their powers but refuse to open up about your past until one night Cisco finds you crying in the pipeline and you tell him about how your mother and siblings died at the hands of your step father that had you locked in a meat freezer the night the explosion happened (I know it’s dark but it’s been prodding my mind for a while now)
so, here it is :D enjoy!
Warning: abusive stepfather and reader’s family death… so yeah, kind of dark in some parts :/ but happy ending, yay!
“Hey, (Y/N), there’s my favorite girl” Cisco said as she entered the cortex with everyone’s coffee from Jitters.
“What do you want?” she asked suspiciously as she gave everyone what they asked for.
“What? Why would you think I’d want something just because-“ he started but she raised her eyebrow at him. “Ok, here’s the thing. You know how we need to try this shields to see if they can resist Captain Cold’s gun?” he said sweetly. “I was thinking I could maybe try it with… your… powers… you know?”
“I thought you were working on another gun that resembled Captain Cold’s” she said not really content about having to use her powers, since she was still managing to learn how to use them.
“Glad you asked” he said grabbing his coffee from her tray. “I did do that but Joe wants to make sure his people are gonna be completely fine and well, we all know that you are as cold as it gets, am I right?” he said with a small laugh but (Y/N) didn’t even smile. “Please?”
“I’m not even that good at controlling them yet” she said unsure.
“Well, we’re still training in a bit” Barry reminded her. “So maybe you can try after that?”
“Fine” she said sighing as she took her seat at her desk.
“Hey, (Y/N), am I reading this wrong, or is tomorrow your birthday?” Caitlin asked excited and (Y/N) felt herself pale a little.
“Uh- I um- y-yeah tomorrow’s my birthday” she said quietly knowing there was no way she was getting out of this.
“What? Why didn’t you say anything?” Barry asked.
“Yeah, we have to celebrate” Cisco said excitedly.
“Oh, n-no that’s really not necessary. I don’t feel like doing anything-“
“(Y/N) come on, it’s been pretty chill lately and it’s on a Saturday. Downtime leads to increased productivity, ergo we need to have fun” he said rolling his chair towards hers. She simply eyed him with a serious expression on her face not responding. “And the best way to have fun is for us to go out to the club” he suggested. “Am I right, Team Flash? LET’S GET TURNT!”
“Yeah, that’s not happening” she said getting back to her work.
“Come on, Elsa-“
“Stop calling me Elsa” she said glaring at him.
“Loosen up a little. It’s your birthday and we all need a break” Cisco tried to convince her. “Come to think of it, I don’t think you’ve ever hung out with us outside of S.T.A.R. Labs” he said.
“Cisco” Caitlin warned him knowing he was slowly walking into dangerous territory. (Y/N) was a really reserved person and they all knew that.
“What does that have to do with anything?” she asked looking at Cisco.
“Well, nothing just that you’ve been here for months now and you’re still sort of an enigma” he replied.
“Cisco” Barry tried but he still ignored them.
“There’s not much to know” she said shrugging her shoulders. “My name is (Y/N), I have ‘ice powers’ as you said and-“
“And that’s pretty much everything we know about you” Cisco complained. For the longest time he had tried to know something, anything else about (Y/N). The minute he had laid eyes on her he thought she was incredibly beautiful and when he got to know her, well, as little as it was, he couldn’t help but feel captivated by her. The only problem was; she was probably the most reserved person he’d known. They knew as little as possible about her and he wanted to know more. He wanted to break down that wall that she had up against everyone. “We don’t know anything about you, like your favorite color, what movies do you like, books, food. I mean, if it wasn’t for Caitlin we wouldn’t even have known your birthday was tomorrow-“
“Well, maybe that’s because I didn’t want you guys to know my birthday was tomorrow because I don’t want to make a big fuss about it” she said trying to get back to work but Cisco wasn’t letting her off that easy.
“But we can even have your favorite cake. If we knew what it was. Wait, don’t tell me. Ice cream cake, duh” he said laughing trying to make her laugh too. (Y/N) turned to look at him and smiled a little.
“You are so funny, Cisco” she said using a fake laugh before she touched Cisco’s coffee cup and he slowly felt it freeze until it got ice cold so he stopped laughing. (Y/N) smiled sweetly at him before she turned around and left the cortex.