i dream of you every night

Watch HOW TO GET YOU DREAM LIFE here.

Living the life you dream about at night before you go to sleep is probably the best thing you can achieve. 

No matter if its sipping cocktails under the caribbean sun all day, owning a million dollar business or just making time for yourself every day - you deserve to live the life you want to live. 

Whereas “making time for yourself every day” sounds a little more realistic to some than “owning a million dollar business”, every dream is worth pursuing. More accurate: You are worthy living your dream

Before I will give you 5 Tips on How To Get What You Want, I’ll tell you why I consider myself in the position to give you some advice on that topic:

I finished school in april 2016 at the age of 19 and had my plan set: saving up for half a year and then travel Indonesia for 6 months with my boyfriend. Afterwards we wanted to move in and start studying. Pretty common plan, one gap year, working, traveling and back to real life (”uni”).

Well, plans changed slightly when me and my boyfriend broke up 3 months before the journey should’ve begun. During those times I struggled in terms of planing my future, everything seemed planned out pretty good - I wasn’t sure if that was most exciting future plan but at least it was safe, “the standard way to go”. 

Anyways, now I needed to reorganise. My plans, myself, everything. Traveling Indonesia - and especially Bali - was always more my dream and I didn’t want to give that up, but traveling solo was a whole other thing. Was I capable of that, is that what I want, do I have enough time to prepare myself, what if something goes wrong, what if I get sick (the list goes on and on and oooon) - long story short I started my trip in april 2017 for 6 weeks. 

It is September 2017 now, I’m sitting here writing this blogpost from North Bondi, Sydney. Its been about 4 months now since I moved to Australia. I have a really nice job, good friends, a gorgeous boyfriend, I live around 10 minutes walking distance away from the beach - I couldn’t ask for more

How did that happen? How did I changed my life and my plans so radically that I’m living my dreamlife right now on the other side of the world? Here are my tips: 

  1. Get clear on what your dream life looks like. Picture it as precise as possible, imagine very detail. See yourself living that life and imagine how it feels. Visualise and shape your dreams so you can start taking direct action towards them.
  2. Screw other peoples opinions about your dreams. Never ever let somebody talk you out of your dreams. Don’t ever listen to the words “thats too big for you” or “thats unrealistic”. Imagine someone who - in your eyes - has reached their goals. Would that person ever give a shit about what other people say about their dreams? No way.
  3. Take an action that brings you closer to your goals every day. Your dream is to be a photographer? Then your action might be to follow all inspiring photographers on instagram, the next day you might learn how to shoot in manual mode, then you might learn how to use photoshop. After that you inform yourself about the best cameras until one day your action is to get this camera etc. At the end of a month you will see: small changes make the biggest difference.
  4. Get out of your comfort zone. This is by far the most important thing and in the end it was the game changer for me. When I was in Bali I fell in love with traveling so much that it wasn’t an option to leave after 6 weeks. I decided to go to australia without any plan. I spent my last money on the flight and the visa and off I went. That didn’t sound like a safe plan, but I took the risk and it was the best decision I’ve ever made. In the end, there is ALWAYS a way. If I’ve learnt one thing from traveling, then it would be that in the end, everything works out. My fav quote: “In order to get something you’ve never had before, you need to do something you’ve never done before.” I assure you, your dreams are worth every risk.
  5. Believe in yourself. I believe that you are worthy and capable of getting everything, really EVERYTHING you want to have. You need to believe in that, too. Be absolutely positive about your plans and stop thinking about “if” you are going to get what you want and rather focus on “when” you are going to get it. Your dream life is out there waiting for you, all you need to do is go for it

I hope that I’ve encouraged you to get up and get what you deserve, I wish you all the best and I know that it will work out for you as it did for me. You can watch that video (and 5 more tips) here. Sending lots of love, you’ll hear from me soon, xx

Getting Really Tired of This....

AU

Character: Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: I got reply to Just A Dream about doing more of it. So I decided to a sequel just like I got asked to do for Pick One.

To read Just A Dream, click here.

Summary:

Reader is still having dreams about Spencer. One night while on a case and asleep her hotel room she dreams about Spencer.

WARNING: JUST A LITTLE BIT OF SMUT!

Master List


Originally posted by sunshinemgg

Miami, Florida

It was a hot night down in Miami, Florida. The police department had all its windows open to air out the building. Fans were blowing in every room. You were guzzling down the rest of your bottled water. Emily walked into the room as she tied her hair up in a ponytail. Collapsing down into her chair she groans. It’s been a sweaty, hot, and rough week. With losing another girl to the unsub and the unsub going into the hiding, it was getting harder and harder to close the case. It felt like hell on earth and the temperature was only rising. Oh how you longed to be swimming in the ocean or in a cold pool.

Grabbing a file folder off the table you closed it and began fanning yourself. You catch a glimpse of Spencer loosening his tie. You could see the beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face. His curly hair was a mess. It started to become frizzy and a little wet from his sweat. You tore your eyes away once the conference phone started to ring.

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Last Line & Moments

Scott “You are not a monster,you are a werewolf like me”

And the pack is walking in the middle of the night together,being strong,being united…and the moon is shinning bright

Thank you Teen Wolf so much about all these amazing years.I’ve grew up with you.I have loved your characters,i’ve dreamed,i’ve lived.You’ll always have a special place in my heart.To every full moon,i shall always think of my pack.

Murdoch Mysteries season 11 premiere

Hi all !!

Today’s the day! Are you ready? The Murdoch Mysteries season 11 premiere is tonight. I can’t wait to see what happens to our favourites characters! I already know that I will cry for the death of one of them, but still, every premiere is always very exciting! - Also,between you and me I’ve dream of them last night, no, no not that kind of dream, but George, Julia and William tried to saved me from two psychopaths and Templars and the only thing that Julia said to me (as we were escaping ) was “ run faster”… Yeah thank you Jul’s, thank you…. 

Originally posted by murdoch-and-julia


Please note that like I did last year, I will try to make my very own personnal review after the episode aired, but I’m not sure that I will be able to do it every week. I don’t know if a lot of you read it, but to those who did : my apologies, and thank you to have last year. I try to keep that blog active and unique, and fun and serious at the same time and I hope you still like it! It has been quite years now! *sigh* 

Originally posted by lorelei80

So, I leave you here ( for now ), I’m about to watch the season 10 finale, just to be sure to be ready for the new season!  

JJB 

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Rosalie: “I gotta say, I’m impressed. I’ve not met many people who have read Love in A Time of Fantasy.”

Caiden: “My mum read it to me when I was growing up, it’s got that nostalgia factor for me.”

Rosalie: “My dad used to read it to me! I’m pretty sure he got sick of it by the time I was twelve. He used to read me one chapter every night.”

Caiden: “Did you have dreams about riding on unicorns?”

Rosalie: “Yes!”

The signs:

Aries: Something about you makes my blood boil in a unique, uncomfortable way, you are full of mystery. You have black holes for eyes, remarkably, that are too intense for most people to look into. You have no control over your greatness, you were born this way. Notice it and blossom. Not a single person on earth can blossom like you can. Not a single person can blossom like you will. You have great and empowering words to say in this life, make sure to say all of them without fear. You are not afraid. Be great.

Taurus: You are so lovely, the embodiment of nature, the embodiment of all the naturality in life created by the one and only, engulfing creator. I remember losing you and all nature that surrounded me seemed to shrivel and die. My heart ached when I heard the crunch under my feet of every dead leaf I walked upon. It brought me so much pain, i felt like death. I lost my vision and a bright white light came over me, fading into a soft glow and all I could see was your face. If I was dying, this was my glimpse of heaven, it made me want to die. I would rather die with your image in my mind than not have you in such a short, sometimes seemingly meaningless life such as this one. Perhaps you were just too lovely to be with someone like me, perhaps too lovely to be in my filthy grasp. You are my glimpse of heaven. How I long to be able to tell you that. How I long to be able to sing to you and whisper you the sweet words I never did. I am so sorry.

Gemini: I feel so naked when I’m with you. You strip me of my walls, you strip me of my guarded defenses, leaving me completely and utterly vulnerable. You shatter any mental boundaries I possess. You open my mind to the awareness of a mind. You show me to simply have a mind, such a power house is astonishing. You leave me breathless with your aura and creative, rhythmic way of speaking to everyone. You introduce open mindedness like no other, freedom like no other, a genius. With you, losing my mind and falling into madness is okay, almost a necessity. In life there simply seems to never be enough time. You show me how to embrace the lack of time we all have, you show me that death is the inevitable and that its not as important as we make it. The important thing is to experience life fully, entirely, with every part of our being. To be thankful of the rare oddity, the rare adventure we have all been gifted with called life, to dance with the music of life. I swear I’m out of my mind and that’s a wonderfully beautiful thing. Thank you for teaching me that.


Cancer: I would make love to you in the sweetest, most enticing way because I deeply believe you deserve to be made love to like no other. I hope you remain soft, I hope you have the strength to. I say this even though I know you will. You have always remained selfless, you have always remained kind, somehow. I do not understand how someone can turn such pain into beauty. Your creations are just as beautiful as you are, that is so admirable. You shock people with such generosity, you are completely, utterly and naturally divine to the point you are unhealthly wanted by every pair of eyes, even the blind. I swear its like the blind regain their sight in your presence. People notice you in a crowd, don’t doubt that. People especially notice you when you think you are not being noticed. You are the most beautiful conscious being and that will never change. You have angel lips as sweet as honey, your voice is melodic. I have always ached and dreamed for you to love me. Please one day love someone like me. Your being is so lovely that I can’t help myself from hopelessly weeping. You are a walking art piece, a priceless masterpiece. I lost everything the first time I looked in your eyes. I lost everything.


Leo: Remember that people want to be like you, just as much as you want to be like them. You can be admirable of others, you absolutely can be, but live your life knowing without a doubt that you are the best there is. Countless people admire you and want to be just like you. Effortlessly you shine brighter than the sun itself and when you smile, every pair of knees weaken, instinctively and inescapably bowing down to the ingenius design you are. Your mind and appearance radiate exuberance. I pray you can fathom just how special and gifted you are because you yourself are the unfathomable. You are inspiration and ambition, the abstract dreams I have at night that inspire my creativity, that lead me to create the never before seen. You are surrealistic art, our God’s most treasured and individualistic specimen. You are not only that but also the sun that lights the entire sky, you are the sun beams that sink into and warm my skin when I stand in such brilliant light. You are the light that keeps me from opening my eyes, preventing blindness but how I foolishly dont mind and long to go blind by such greatness.


Virgo: You remind me of sleep but you also remind me of night terrors. I feel like I don’t know who you are, slightly fearing you. Seemingly the most difficult puzzle to put together. I wonder and ponder if you are the worlds never ending puzzle, if I will ever figure you out, i have never been able to entirely comprehend your depth and mystery. You are almost frightening, shockingly and startlingly enchanting. You are hypnotic and maneuver with magic. I do not know the depth of your mind and apart of me never wants to. I enjoy the enigma you are, forever intriguing and intelligent. Ask me personal, peculiar questions and I will unintentionally and completely open up to you, instinctively trusting you. Your questions are always intense yet tender, your mind must be filled to the brim with intellect and perplexing art. Your mind is a masterpiece and your soul is ethereal. Extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world. I hope you can live with and fall in love with your sly mind. I am in love. May you always be yourself, may you feel everything you are meant to feel in this life and may you surface from the darkness.


Libra: You are the bittersweet lonliness that the sad and dreamy ones feel midday, swirling like the wind, leading long, lovely hair to flow, swirlingly and gracfully making your way through clothes, sending goosebumps down backs, leaving a lasting, cold and drowzy sensation. You’re the words in a book that readers grow tiresome of until finally falling asleep, leaving them with their adventurous dreams connected to the adventurous story they just took in. I see you in every free, soaring bird. I feel you in every unique and precious song that lively birds compose. You are melody, rhythm, sound, the grand orchestra. You are poetry, expression, a famous sonnet. You walk with fearlessness, you live with each lovers name you’ve ever loved written and embedded on your flashy skin. You are autheticly rare and always ready to entirely open yourself up, to let the flowers you encompass within bloom for all to see , appreciate and mesmerize. My god, do people mesmerize you.


Scorpio: I’m so lustful of you, lustful out of complete, biting love. I’ve never fallen so deeply and madly in love with a soul, It is insanity. You are full of demons that I face from loving you everyday and I can’t imagine what it’s like to be you and live with them, deep inside, haunting and strange. I have been face to face with insanity, letting your wickedness and sin make its way within me. It all makes me more infatuated. No matter how hard I try to find your core, your raw center, I can never seem to dig deep enough, I can never seem to withstand the screams, painful howls and blackness that your inner monsters let out and intensely sophocate me with when I try. When I give up, it’s like you see my vulnerability and you see it as me being submissive, knowing this is when you can strip me naked and consume me entirely, this is when you know and are proud of the secrets you keep from me, this is when you know you own me because I will fail to figure you out, i will fail to get anything from you yet continuously crawl back for something, for anything I can get from you. You have me in a trance that I can’t snap out of, you need the control because it brings you security and deep, sinful satisfaction. You experience a sense of peace in knowing that you can cause me to feel pain so that you won’t feel so alone and lost in your own. I want to make love to you and feel the pain I experience from being in love with you. I am incapable of leaving you alone, regardless of the sorrow i experience. I will never let you feel alone. I will feel this pain with you, right by your side, my ride or die. You are not alone. Maybe this isn’t love, maybe it is just madness but I’ve always been mad.. but not as mad as you.


Sagittarius: You are the book of everything, a book holding all the knowledge in existence. You are the infinity sign, you are lively, always hungry for life and full of wisdom. Youre the feeling you get on a hot summer day, laying in the center of a sweetly scented meadow, taking in every bit of the sun, not being able to suppress a tight smile. Feeling at complete peace, no worries or a feeling of weight on your back, feeling free and open in the mind. I want to be alone with you and hear you speak about all the things that go on in your head. I imagine you have a billion things to say, or maybe nothing to say, it doesn’t matter. All you have to do is exist and you are performing one of the most incredible things possible. People forget that simply being alive is utterly mindblowing in itself. You give inspiring advice and shock people with your spunk and inner lightening. I appreciate your uniqueness and ability to be open to every side of a spectrum. You are the instant, refreshing feeling you get from diving into a cool pool on a hot day, your my child hood memories, you are the embodiment of an entirely fulfilled life. Your soul has lived a thousand different lives, you will exist for eternity. You are existence itself. Live free and die free, make your inevitable mark on this world. It belongs to you.

Capricorn: no one’s ever ready for what you’ve got to offer to this world, you can do so much with so little and have an achingly powerful mind and aura. You don’t have to do anything to shock and mesmerize mankind, just be yourself. You change the world with your ambitious actions, you change people simply with your way of presenting yourself. You are intelligence, skillful and have the ability to accept time, accept that everything takes time. That’s something a lot of people can’t do. You can do so many things others can’t, but you are not flashy. You are low-key while remaing self assured. Maybe you experience a lot of self doubt, but im telling you right now, you shouldnt. Your jokes and attitude are like a fun house, utterly amusing and dirty, sometimes scary. You are full of original ideas that you can easily bring to life. I hope you know how much you actually benefit and effect our species. You have immense purpose, see that you are the greatest and anything you want can be obtained. I hope you know how attractive and special you are. Absolutely outstanding.


Aquarius: life is a lonesome experience, you understand that more than anyone. You carry the weight of humanity itself with you everywhere you go on your back. To fit in seems like a maze that is unsolvable. Your aquarius minds are unending, no limitations, you are mad men. Not only ingenius but geniuses yourselves. You obtain something no one else can obtain and this can never be taken away from you. Nobody quite understands what makes you different, you dont even understand it yourself but you feel it deep within your bones. “I do not belong here, I do not belong anywhere and I don’t want to belong anywhere.” So hard to comprehend or understand, you are utterly perplexing but so fucking beautiful. I can’t fully convey in words how astoundingly beautiful each and every one of you are. Let someone take a look into your eyes and theyll travel through space, adventuring and absorbing the sight of multiple universes. Let someone take a long look at your face and watch them get lost in mesmerization. Magnetic, mystifying, heartless, mythical beings. A world such as this one does not deserve you or your revolutionary touch. You are the lone, last star of each ending night, still shining brightly as the sun begins to rise. Glowing alone to express your individuality, glowing as brightly as you can until the sun puts you out but you are always going to be there again when the sun goes down and you are always going to be the last one shining when it rises again.


Pisces: you are hands that are made to create art, you are the creases in the hands of an infant. You are the start of life, the start of plant life, the start of a human life, the start of an animals life. You are the smoke from my cigarettes, dispersing through out the air. I hear you everywhere I go, echoing in the back of my head as a guide to being a better person. You make me want to be a better person. You are the sweet cherries around my sweet ice cream, you’re the soft, enchanting scented lotion I spread on my skin. You are the goosebumps left after a lovers sensitive touch. You are the feathers that fill my softest of pillows. You are the sweetest of piano music ever played. I love you. I miss you. You will be with me.

Aries: Broken hearts and bloodstained fingers, your voice reminds me of a lively melody. A warriors heart with a delicate soul, an unlikely combination you put together so well. You have it hard, don’t you? Yet you get up with only the skin at your knees scraped and dripping red.

Taurus: The reminiscence of a rose - the single flower that’s so impossible to hate, delicate and pretty, even when it stops blooming. Your voice could calm even the most chaotic oceans, always soothing with soft notes of comfort. Even your eyes could mesmerise the most soulless creature; your sweet face leaves me dreaming in heartache.

Gemini: Your eyes twinkle with mischief, what are you thinking about? That’s what I always wonder, the curve of your mouth always makes me suspect. I love your mind, I think that’s my favourite thing of yours, you tell me so much I cannot help but wonder the things you leave unsaid.

Cancer: Lovely eyes filled with unspilled tears, how can you be so wonderful? I’ve always said that, people who can feel so much have the capacity to be the kindest. How have you not broken yet? I think I can admire that. Sensitive, emotional, I dream of you. Your heart reminds me of an endless sea, so much you leave undiscovered.

Leo: It’s enamouring, how full of life you are - your soul could rival the sun, it’s as if you shimmer with the promise of eternal bliss. Perhaps that’s why you so easily win the hearts of all; so golden and glamorous. I’ve always said your gaze held the most wonderful of stars, even now I can still count them; youthful and shining. I think it might be impossible to ever fully hate you, your warmth is far too compelling.

Virgo: I find it odd that you can’t see your beauty, it’s always been so obvious to me. Why must you be so harsh to yourself? Especially when you’re so obviously perfect. I think it’s your innocence that draws me in most, always so pure and lovely; like the sweetest rose. I wish I could win your heart, but I know I’m undeserving. Yet there’s a gentleness in you I can’t help but have.

Libra: Ah, Aphrodite’s purest creation - how could you not adore such a thing? There’s a sweet nostalgia of love about you that makes my heart ache; as if I miss a love I never had. I think your nativity is what makes you so pure amongst the rest of us. There’s an underlying softness to everything you do.

Scorpio: I don’t think there are enough words to describe you, your depths are unfathomable. I think here lies the true meaning of profound. There’s a frustrating beauty in you I can’t seem to point out, perhaps it’s because it’s so buried. You are kind, so very kind, I don’t understand where people see your darkness. Or perhaps I do. I think it’s in your eyes, how dark they seem even when you smile. They’re the eyes of someone who has seen tragedies, yet you arose from them with a certain light and grace that can’t help but seem lovely.

Sagittarius: An adventurer, a wandering soul always searching for its next quest - you’ve danced with the sun and conversed with the stars. The universe knows you better than you know yourself. You are wild and brimming with the promises of life, so much too see, so much to learn! There is truly nothing more lovely than the life of one who experiences, I see the whole world when I’m with you.

Capricorn: Cold eyes and shy smiles, I know you’re gentler than you believe. Your stars are least private in December, perhaps that’s why it’s my favourite month. I admire your patience the most, it brings peace to my fiery spirit. It’s funny, how unemotional you portray yourself - your soul warming smile contradicts that in every way, it’s unexpected yet not at all surprising.

Aquarius: The ruler of rebellion, invention and revolution - it’s as if you shake the world awake. Your mind is the strangest place I love to be in, show me all your thoughts; especially the ones you’d never think of sharing. A lover and a loner, detached yet still connected, you always leave me wondering.

Pisces: The moon tells me tales of your heart every month when she’s full and shining, I wonder how it hasn’t burst yet. She tells me there’s a beautiful idealism to you, I don’t think there’s a single dream you haven’t dreamt. I think it’s beautiful, how such a pure soul can exist. My heart aches when I hear the stars whisper soft words of comfort you every night you disappear into yourself; licking wounds and drowning in sorrows - your sensitivity is what’s most raw. I hope one day you can find your heart.

—  My Thoughts On The Signs

I hope the way they treated your love haunts them forever. The way you poured your soul into them, the way you turned every darkness they had into light. The way you kissed their forehead when they were in pain and supported them through the most terrible times of their lives. May they long for you in the moments when they are looking for someone who loves them, who understands them, and can find no one who does it so well as you.

I hope the way they let you go haunts them forever. You deserved better because you stayed up night after night to speak to them when they were in pain, travelled miles for them just to see them because they needed you that day. You deserved better from someone you trusted with your heart, who demanded your surrender and then left you for someone else, someone who they said was better. May their eyes always look away in shame when someone mentions your name.

I hope that one day their ghost leaves your dreams and you aren’t haunted by them forever. May your soul heal from the wounds they inflicted callously by treating your love like it meant nothing, ever. Repeat to yourself every night before you fall into that fitful sleep:

“I deserved better than this. And I will love again.”

Because that is the truth, darling. That is the purest truth about you. You deserve someone who treats your love like it is more precious than anything else in the world. You deserve someone who looks at your effort and considers themselves fortunate for having someone who cares so much in their world.

I hope that you forget the way they treated you and someone else treats you a thousand times better. Your ability to love has been tested with fire and you may be burned, but you have come out alive despite all your tears. Your heart has been broken, but it is strong enough to mend. You have fallen in love before and you will fall in love again.

May the next person you fall in love with, treasure your heart the way it deserves and never breaks it or rips it at the seems. I hope the next person you love gives you all the respect, the love and the truth that you need.

—  Nikita Gill, I Hope They Are Haunted By You
random life tips

hello everyone!! since I’m not a pro at studying (I just do my best) I thought I would share with you some of my go-to tips to have a better day/week/month/life 😊

  • wake up early!! this may seem typical but I used to sleep in a lot and when I started waking up earlier I noticed a big change.
  • clean your face daily! every morning and night clean your face and moisturize. just create a skincare routine and stick to it! also, use a day per week when you have time to relax and put some masks and exfoliate your face and body.
  • this may seem stupid but dress clothes you like and put on some makeup! but most important when you feel like this is not your day. when we’re feeling bad or a little sad we usually throw on some sweatpants & a sweatshirt and don’t use make up and even though it may seem stupid, if you push yourself to wear your favorite outfit or put a little bit of makeup you will see yourself looking better and this will make you feel better during the day (I promise)!!!
  • eat breakfast! brain food guys!!! this is the most important meal of the day. as a Spanish phrase used A LOT by my mom says “eat breakfast like a king, have lunch like a prince and have dinner like a poor man” (desayuna como un rey, come como un príncipe y cena como un mendigo).
  • make to-do lists: yeah, make to-do list for everything you need them! this will help you to do everything you must do without leaving any task (which would happen to me when I didn’t write out what I needed to do)
  • shower every night! okay if you prefer taking a shower in the morning is up to you but showering at night relaxes you and helps you sleep better
  • talk to people everyday (even if it’s your parents) you need to talk guys and tell someone how you feel and what happened during the day (those days I don’t talk to my friends/family I feel super sad and I don’t know why?)
  • listen to music that makes you feel alive!! I have this playlist where I put every song that makes me feel something. I think music is so powerful and can help you change your mood in a few secs
  • go out to nature! since I live in a city it feels super great when I get to spend some time out in the woods or the beach – go running, swim, take a walk or just sit, breath fresh air and enjoy!
  • dance, dance, danceeeeeee!!! hahah it doesn’t matter if your dance moves are worse than a potato but dance, jump and let go!
  • treat yourself with your favorite meal every now and then. I love eating so whenever I get to eat my favorite food it’s a happy day for me hahah :’-)
  • talk to your reflection in the mirror. tell yourself how great is your hair today, how glowy is your skin and how beautiful are you! do it every day, it’ll help 😊
  • sleep enough hours! when I don’t sleep a healthy amount of hours I feel super tired and I get angry super easily, so sleep well and wake up to a beautiful day!
  • journal and write daily or when you feel like you need to! write what you feel, what happened in that day, write your goals, quotes to summarize the day, the dreams you had last night… I don’t know! just let your mind go and write and/or doodle I promise this helps :-) 

well I hope this helped at least some of you!! thank you if you’ve read this!! xx

I don’t play by the rules

Pairing: Peter parker x Stark! reader

Summary: Peter Parker falls hard for the new girl, and while he can’t do anything about it a certain masked hero might.

 word count: 2135

y/bf/n= Your best friend’s name

warnings: slight makeout? 

PART 2   PART 3

sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes, hope you enjoy it! Please tell me what you thought about it! :) 

ALSO! I! AM! TAKING! REQUESTS! SO! SEND! THOSE! IN! :)

Originally posted by tomshollandss

It happened on a Tuesday. A regular day you might say, however it was the day everything changed for Peter Parker. There he was on his chemistry class thinking it was just another boring class, another wasted hour, at least he thought that until the door opened, revealing the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

Standing in front of the class was Y/n Stark. Everybody knew who you were, your dad was Iron man, for God sake! You came in the classroom with a designer outfit and bag that was probably more expensive than Peter’s whole wardrobe.

Peter continued to watch you as the teacher told you to seat right at the front of the class. Not only were you a really pretty girl, with the brightest smile and the kindest eyes, but you also had to be very intelligent, since this was the Chemistry AP class. Well of course she is intelligent dumbass! Her father is Tony Stark! She has obviously been in his labs before!

After that first time he saw you everything went downhill. He could never gather the courage to talk to you, let alone ask you out, so he settled for watching you from afar. She probably thinks I’m a creeper, Peter thought, however he couldn’t bring himself to care. He could watch as your smile got bigger when someone told you a joke, and how your eyes will get particularly bright whenever you got a good grade at math. He didn’t care about anything else.

Not long after your arrival to the school he got his so-called “stark internship”,  or his role as Spiderman. This didn’t change much for him. He was still a nerd loser and you were still  a popular girl that was way out of his league.

“Seriously dude! how come you’ve never even said a word to her?” Ned asked Peter as they made their way into the gym.

“Is not that easy Ned! She doesn’t even know I exist!”

“But you are like, totally in love with Y/!” Peter quickly muffled Ned’s mouth, stopping the boy from saying anything else.

“Geez Ned! Don’t you want to shout it to the world?!” Peter started lowering his hand and headed towards the group of people exercising. “You can’t just go around saying that! Someone might hear you!”

“I’m sorry but, like, I still can’t believe it! Don’t you see her everyday? in the, you know, Stark Internship?”

Since Ned found out about Peter being Spider Man he had made questions non-stop, pretty ridiculous questions, if you asked Peter.

“Ned I don’t just hang out at the Avenger’s tower you know? I have to be on the streets! Besides, she is totally off limits I mean! She is Mr. Stark’s daughter! He would kill me if-”

“Shhh- SHhhhhh! Peter listen!”

This time he was the one to shut up as both boys listened to a conversation happening at the bleachers across them. It was Y/n, looking as beautiful as she always did, surrounded by her usual crowd.

“Sooo Y/n, you must be surrounded by all those superheroes at your house right? You know, because of your dad?

“Well not all the time, but yeah, they hang out pretty often” She responded, trying to sound chill about the topic. Not everybody noticed, but Peter knew just how tired she felt about having to talk about his dad and the avengers all the time. None of the people that followed her around really knew her. Yes they knew about her life and her family, but besides that no one seemed to take interest in getting to know her for real.

That was kind of the reason why he prefered to hide his identity. Well, that and the possibility of being kidnapped and killed.

“Are you friends with them?”  “Are they nice?” “Are they hot?” “Is Captain America a real blonde?”

A load of questions were asked at you, however one catched Peter’s attention again.

“Are you friends with spiderman? Do you know who he is?”

“I’ve actually never talked to him, he’s never at the tower when I’m there” she replied shrugging her shoulders. She really was clueless to the hero’s identity.

“Seriously Y/n? Weren’t you supposed to be Spiderman #1 fan?” Y/bf/n asked, as she wiggled her eyebrows at Y/n.

A blush spread to the girl’s cheeks as she smiled shyly. Of course she had a tiny crush with Spider Man (even though she didn’t have a clue of who he was), however he never seemed to hang around the tower as the other Avengers. Maybe he liked being alone.

The conversation was quickly dropped after the coach told them all to get back to work, however Ned was not done.

“Dude! She likes you!” You have to talk to her tonight!”

“She doesn’t like me! She likes Spider Man, not Peter, besides-”

“I swear to God that if you don’t make a move on her tonight I will stop being friends with you! You have to promise me you will try! Deal?

“Deal”

Could it be possible that the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on had a thing for him? Even if it was the suit she was in love with Peter couldn’t stop the smile that crept through his face all day and the knot he felt on his stomach every time he looked at Y/n.

And that is exactly why he found himself later that night ready to go talk to the girl of his dreams. He already knew the crew will be out with Mr Stark in some mission he was not allowed, so that cleared the way for him. And anyways he was always welcomed in the tower, at least that what they always told him.

“You can do this Peter, you got this”

Peter tried to give himself a little of motivation before knocking on your door,however he couldn’t find the strength to raise his hand and knock on it, he felt like a bundle of nerves! None of his previous fights or encounters had him feeling this way, he seriously needed to control himself! Peter tried once again to knock on the door only to be stopped when the door opened completely, revealing Y/n in her pj’s and her glasses, apparently ready to go to bed.

Both teenagers looked at each other with complete shook in the faces, one behind his mask of course. The girl was completely speechless, she couldn’t believe the Spider Man was in front of her! And had seen her in just some sweats! She blushed deeply as she realised her appearance.

Peter tried to think of something, anything to say to her, however he couldn’t seem to find the words. After a long silence Y/n finally broke the silence as she leaned against the door.

“I can’t believe Spider Man is at my door! To what do I owe the pleasure?”

The girl was trying to keep it together, however she was still freaking out, but she couldn’t let her stupid crush affect her! This was her chance to get to know him! She could feel her flirtier side creeping up, trying to smile wider and lean closer to the boy.

“Well- I umhh- I just wanted to- you know- visit my favorite Stark” Peter said as he tried to recover from his initial shook.

“Then I guess you are looking for my dad, however he is not around”

“I actually meant you, I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long time now”

The girl was surprised by what the boy had just said. Did he know her? How come they had never met before?

Y/n started moving inside her bedroom once again, looking over her shoulder to continue “Since I’ve got no plans for tonight you might want to hang for a while, you know, to get to know each other and stuff”

Peter did not need to be told twice before he followed her around and into her room. Well, bedroom was an understatement to what her place really looked liked. It seemed more like a apartment of her own, with a big tv are, followed by what appeared to be her studio with a shit ton of books and finally her actual bed. She went into the couch in front the TV as Peter followed her close behind. She finally seated down facing the boy.

“Why are you here with me right now and not saving the world as usual?”

“Can’t a man take a break every once in awhile? Besides, I’m pretty sure your dad is taking care of that at the moment”

“You are probably right, sooo anyways..You said you had wanted to meet me for a long time, so here I am, what is it that you wanna know?”

“Well nothing in particular- it’s just that- you are- you are a really beautiful girl”

The girl felt herself blush at the words of the boy behind the mask. He probably did have a thing for her then? There was only one way to find out the truth.

Y/n leaned closer to Peter, looking into what she supposed were his eyes and took him by the shoulder as she played with the curls in the back of his head.

“So you think I’m a beautiful girl?” She said with a teasing voice, trying to make the boy a little nervous, obviously succeeding.

“The most gorgeous I’ve meet”

Peter could say this without any hesitation. Right in front of him was the most beautiful girl on earth. Her big eyes were looking at him and she was even closer than before, he was getting kind of nervous, but her fingers in his hair kept him just in place, right where she wanted him.

“So if I’m so beautiful, how come you’ve never paid me a visit before?”

She had started talking in mere whispers, now moving her other hand into his chest, playing with the material of his suit.

“I wanted to!- I totally wanted to but- you know your dad’s rules right? I’m not really allowed to”

She started to lift his mask, revealing only his mouth before saying.

“Well Spider-boy, you should already know I don’t play by my father’s rules”

Right after she finished she crashed her lips into Peter’s making the boy let out a surprised gasp. He was kissing her! They were kissing! He couldn’t believe it!

Meanwhile the girl was feeling exactly the same. She didn’t knew where she got the guts to do it, but she was glad she did.

His fingers sanked  into her hair as they continued kissing, Peter finally out of his trance brought his other hand to the girl’s face and cupped it, deepening the kiss further.

He felt himself biting into the girl’s lips, as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Y/n pulled apart only to straddle his hips with her thighs and roll her hips along the way, giving them both a little of the friction they needed, but not enough.

Peter grabbed her waist trying to pull her closer to him, his hand making their way to her legs, touching and stroking her thighs. They were heavy breathing, kissing longer, harder, rougher. Both teenagers tried to take and taste as much as possible, urgent and desperately, fighting for dominance.

He pulled apart and went straight for her neck, sucking and biting, leaving what would sure become hickeys by the morning. His morning somewhat bored with her long legs moved to her hips once again, before sliding under her t-shirt and holding her closer, moving his hand right under her bra.

The soft whimpers that would leave her mouth every time he bite a specific part kept him going. Another movement yet another time they would feel that friction and that need to pull harder at the other.

Y/n as getting pretty tired of that stupid mask getting in the way, so she pulled apart ready to get it off him, however a noise down the kitchen distracted her. She heard her dad’s voice calling for her! The whole team was there already? How had they missed it?

Peter realised the situation as well  as he quickly pull stood up and headed towards the window.

“I really have to get going, I’m sorry!”

“Will I see you again?”

Peter pulled the girl close to him for one last kiss, a long lingering one. A kiss he had dreamed over and over again.

“Sooner than you think”

With this last words the boy pulled his mask down and disappeared through the window, swinging his way from building to building.

Man! He could not wait to tell Ned the good news!

The Signs:

Aries: Something about you makes my blood boil in a unique, uncomfortable way, you are full of mystery. You have black holes for eyes, remarkably, that are too intense for most people to look into. You have no control over your greatness, you were born this way. Notice it and blossom. Not a single person on earth can blossom like you can. Not a single person can blossom like you will. You have great and empowering words to say in this life, make sure to say all of them without fear. You are not afraid. Be great.

Taurus: You are so lovely, the embodiment of nature, the embodiment of all the naturality in life created by the one and only, engulfing creator. I remember losing you and all nature that surrounded me seemed to shrivel and die. My heart ached when I heard the crunch under my feet of every dead leaf I walked upon. It brought me so much pain, i felt like death. I lost my vision and a bright 

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To the one that I lost,

Tonight I watched a meteor shower with a boy. He was a very nice boy- more than nice, he was charming and funny and kind, and we ran barefoot under the stars to dance to our favourite song at the party, and he lent me his blue velvet jacket and pulled me up onto the wall to sit with him. And we watched the shooting stars, and he held my hand and turned his head, and we kissed. And it was a very nice kiss. And that’s why I hated you right at that moment.

Because I know, that every time I ever do something like that; watching silver bursts of light on the midnight blue, or kissing someone with the music playing behind my back, or dipping my legs in the freezing river with my party clothes still on, I will think of you. And I will think of running through the sand dunes and lying with you by the fire on the beach and your guitar and your smell and your brown hands and your hands in my hair and your lips on mine and our favourite songs together, and the ones we wrote together, and the nights we would lie under the same blanket I still use and you would just hold me tight and I would never have bad dreams.

So because of you, the poor boy in the blue velvet smoking jacket can text me and ring me and meet me for coffee, but he will never be you. And I will not love him, and I will think of you every time I look into his eyes, every time I see his blonde hair and not your golden hair, and you will follow me to the ends of the earth.

But as much as I hate you for that, I still love you. And I hate that as well. So I will not send this, but I will write the words to get them out of me, because otherwise I will never be rid of you.

With all my love,
Yours.

—  Love Letters at 1.41 AM

Draco took one look inside the room and turned around. Rooming with Harry Potter? No, thank you. 

The pressure was already on. Everybody expected him to run and hide. And maybe he should have. But that would be like admitting defeat. Truth be told, Draco Malfoy was defeated, but he wasn’t about to show anyone that. 

Still, rooming with Harry Potter for his already stressful eighth year? That was the last straw. The last taunt he could take. He was out. 

Potter followed him, which Draco should have predicted. Potter wasn’t one to let things lie. 

“Malfoy, wait!“ 

Draco stopped but didn’t bother to turn around. He wouldn’t be staying long. "I’m not rooming with you, Potter. I can’t do it.”

He couldn’t see it, but he could imagine Potter’s expression easily. A mix of stubbornness, pity and something expectant, almost hopeful. He’d been wearing that same face around Draco ever since the trial. It made Draco uneasy. “I’m not - I don’t - I’ve forgiven you, Malfoy. There doesn’t need to be any bad –“

Draco whirled around then. He couldn’t help himself. He’d been right about Potter’s face. “You think that’s what this is about? Forgiveness?”

“It’s not?”

“It’s about my dignity, Potter,” Draco explained, trying – and failing – to keep his voice reserved. “It’s about self-preservation. It’s about admitting when I’ve lost.”

That, at least, surprised Potter enough to wipe the stupid piteous expression off his face. It was replaced with, of all things, a smile and the slight quirk of an eyebrow. “I didn’t take you for a quitter.”

Draco recognised it for what it was immediately. “Don’t.”

Potter feigned innocence. “Don’t what?”

“You know what. Don’t try and goad me into staying.”

Potter didn’t seem phased at being caught out. If anything, it encouraged the bastard. He leant up against the doorframe and crossed his arms, staring up at Draco with wide, dangerous eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Truth be told, I was dreading being your roommate. You leaving actually makes things easier for me. I won’t have to worry about being murdered in my sleep.””

Draco blinked. “I would never – “

“Of course you would say that,” Potter interrupted with an infuriating casualness. “But I’d still put up protection spells every night. Just in case. Self-preservation and all.” He winked.

“What are you trying to – “

“You always were a sore loser when I beat you in Quidditch. I guess I’m not surprised you couldn’t even hack a single day back at Hogwarts. That must be some sort of drop-out record.”

Draco pulled his shoulders back and took a deep breath, composing himself. It wouldn’t do to curse the Wizarding World’s saviour with his position of freedom already so precarious. “I’m not a sore loser. I’m not a quitter. It’s just too – “

“Then prove it,” Potter said, standing back up to his full height, staring Draco right in the eyes. “Stay. Just one more day. Show everyone what Draco Malfoy is made of.”

Draco stared back. Potter didn’t look away, didn’t back down. As always, Potter wasn’t quitting. And Potter never lost.

Draco pushed past Potter into the room and busied himself with unpacking his trunk to avoid any further eye contact. He knew Potter’s eyes were on his back. He could practically feel Potter’s inevitable smug smile boring into him. He thought it best to clarify:

“One more day.”

Because of this addition on the post by @tinkdw I felt compelled to write a short… thingy. :P 

Watch Over You (1264 words)

When Cas comes back as a human, he has nightmares. Dean doesn’t notice it at first; the bunker is huge and the walls are mostly sound proof and Cas – well, Cas always looks tired.

And Cas does his best to never let it on that he dreams, every night, of all the people he killed, all the mistakes he made, all the knowledge he has lost because his human mind can’t comprehend it anymore. Some days he wakes up screaming, others crying – often both. But he never talks about it because, well, if he’s learned one thing, then this: Winchesters don’t talk about their feelings. And he’s a Winchester now, at least this much has Dean made clear.

Dean notices when they’re on a case in Iowa, sharing the motel room because Sam got the short straw and has to observe a haunted house they’ve theoretically cleared but – better safe than sorry. It’s almost 2am and Dean’s not even remotely tired so he’s just idling around when a soft whimper makes him perk up.

It grows louder. At first it’s barely noticeable but after a while the whimper turns into groans (and not the sexy kind either), then small cries and Dean can hear Cas’ breath hitching before he lets out a shout. Dean’s up before he knows what he’s doing, standing at Cas’ bed. He’s sweaty and his face is distorted into a grimace; without thinking, Dean grabs Cas’ shoulder and shakes it.

Cas sits up almost immediately. “I didn’t -” he stutters. “I didn’t want -”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Dean says softly. “It was a dream.” He’s surprised by the gentleness in his voice and swallows heavily; he shouldn’t turn this into a chick flick moment.

“Dean.” Cas recognizes him and immediately recoils; Dean’s hand is falling from Cas’ shoulder. “I’m sorry.” He sounds tired. “I – had a bad dream.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Dean answers.

“I’m sorry,” Cas repeats. “I didn’t want to disturb you. I can go sleep in Sam’s room if you want.”

Dean shakes his head without even thinking about it. “Dude, no,” he says forcefully. “That’s not a problem. I’m used to it. Sam had them all the time. Me… me too.”

“I – I may have had them a lot,” Cas admits. “In the last weeks. But I didn’t want to disturb you. And it’s not a problem, really. Don’t feel pressured into doing… something.”

“I’m not. Come on, let’s try to go back to sleep, okay? I’ll sit here a bit. Watch over you.” He points at the end of the bed.

Cas tilts his head curiously. “You always said I shouldn’t do this,” he says.

That makes Dean blush. “Well, that was – different,” he explains. He doesn’t exactly know how, but it - well it was. Most definitely. “You deserve it,” he adds as an afterthought.

Maybe it’s because Cas is too tired to argue or because he actually believes what Dean has said, but he agrees and lets himself fall to sleep shortly after. And it seems to help, very well actually – no nightmare in sight. Dean doesn’t fall asleep that night but that’s okay - he can sleep in the Impala, let Sam drive. He’s always happy when he can.

After that, it becomes a habit. Of course, because Cas is Cas, he at first puts up a fight – but after the third night in a row where he needed more caffeine than humanly possible to even held his head up he realized that this is his best option.

So Dean stops sleeping in his room, instead watching over Cas every night. He doesn’t mention it to Sam because – it’s no big deal anyway, and it’s just until Cas stops having these dreams. He sets up a comfy chair next to Cas’ bed and it works. When Cas has a nightmare, he wakes him up, they go back to sleep.

No need to talk about it. Not that they don’t talk – actually they do talk a lot, sometimes for hours at a time. About everything, being human, their last cases, philosophical questions; sometimes Cas tries to lure him into a conversation about mathematical equations because he ‘doesn’t want his skills to get rusty’ but Dean shuts that down pretty quickly.

They do this for a week until Dean’s back and neck starts to hurt. He doesn’t say anything because he has enjoyed their nights together so much that he fears saying anything will threaten whatever fragile thing they have build together but Cas, of course, notices it anyway.

When Dean groans and massages his neck as he sinks into the chair, Cas sighs and pointedly looks at his bed. “My bed is pretty big, you know,” he says.

“Um,” Dean says. “Okay?”

“It’s just – I see that you’re hurting. And I feel bad. Because I – I feel like my happiness comes at your expense. I don’t - I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not, Cas. I’m just old and cranky and shouldn’t be doing this stuff anymore. But if I can handle a wendigo I can handle a fucking chair.”

“Well, you don’t have to.”

They don’t talk about it for that evening but when it’s 2AM and Dean wakes up with the worst crick in his neck that he has ever experienced, Cas wakes up and holds up his blanket as an invitation. “Come on,” he says and it’s not a plea, it’s not a suggestion, it’s an order.

So, of course, Dean obeys. He’s shaking and sweating at the prospect of sharing a bed with Cas, but he obeys. It doesn’t mean anything, he thinks. Cas is Cas. He just wants to be nice to me. It doesn’t mean anything. He doesn’t sleep that night.

The next night, he’s in bed with Cas from the beginning. He almost doesn’t dare to move but he’s tired, so tired, and when he falls asleep he finds himself drifting closer to Cas; almost but not quite touching. They don’t talk about it afterwards.

The third night it all goes down. Of course he’s lying in Cas’ bed and of course he’s trying to keep his hands to himself but after talking for three hours and Cas’ eyes falling shut every few seconds now he just can’t help himself; he raises his hand and brushes a few stray hairs from Cas’ face.

When Cas opens his eyes almost immediately, he stills. “Sorry,” he says and puts his hand back, expecting – whatever, a shout, a ‘what the fuck are you doing you pervert’, a ‘leave my bed and don’t come back’.

Certainly not this. Cas takes Dean’s hand, putting it in his hair again. “It’s okay,” he says quietly. Hesitantly, Dean starts to caress Cas’ hair, watching with fascination when Cas shuffles closer, burying his nose in Dean’s neck. Far too soon his breath starts to even and he falls asleep completely; he doesn’t have any nightmares that night.

There’s no going back from this, and somehow Dean doesn’t want to. Soft touches turn into warm embraces turn into slow kisses turn into eager movements. He doesn’t look back; they don’t talk about it because, well, there’s nothing to talk about.

Except one thing, a few weeks later. “You know,” Cas starts quietly when Dean is running his fingers through his hair again. “I vowed to always watch over you,” he continues. “And then you said you would do the same.” There’s a short pause, then, very quiet, almost like an exhale. “Thank you.”

Cas doesn’t have nightmares again, but they still share a bed.

part 1

“Remus!” Sirius threw himself into his arms. Remus gratefully wrapped his arms around him, embracing his lover in a hug to make up for all the ones he had missed in their two weeks apart. But Sirius broke away too quickly. “Fuck you.” He said. His eyes were bloodshot and angry. Remus was taken aback.
“What? Siriu-“
“Fuck you!” Sirius whipped out his wand, though he didn’t exactly know what he intended to do with it.
Remus raised his hands in surrender. “Si- Padfoot, you’re drunk,” he attempted to grab Sirius’ wrist but he pulled away sharply. “Let’s not do anything rash-“
“Rash? You’re talking to me about rash?!” Sirius’ voice was beginning to raise and Remus’ heart rate began to climb. Sirius could be uncontrollable when he got angry. “Leaving me here! For weeks on end! God knows what you’re up to, having shitloads of fun I suppose, considering how fucking long you stay away from me-“
“Sirius, don’t-“
“No! Let me speak!” Sirius gestured wildly with his wand and a few red sparks erupted from the end. “You have no idea how hard this is! Stuck in my parents house, when I left here at fifteen I thought I’d never return, I hoped I’d never return, and here I am, and I don’t even have my boyfriend for company?” Tears were welling up in Remus’ eyes and the image of Sirius was becoming blurred. He thought this must be a good thing, because he couldn’t bear to watch Sirius look at him with such contempt. “I’m locked up here, literally, for ages, no word from you, not even an owl sent with a fucking bar of chocolate so I know you’re okay and not dead or captured or being tortured!” He said all of this very fast, and it took Remus a moment to process it all. Sirius seemed to break. He collapsed on the bed and a dry sob erupted from his chest as he buried his head in his hands. Remus was beside him in an instant, cradling Sirius as he knew he should have been doing every night he undoubtedly woke up in the night from horrible dreams in this godforsaken house.
“I’m so sorry,” Remus’ tears were falling into Sirius’ hair as he clutched him as close as he possibly could.
“It’s just - so - h-hard…” Sirius’ breath caught in his throat as his chest shook with another sob.
“Shhh, I’m here, it’s okay,” Remus didn’t know whether he was comforting Sirius or himself more.
“I hate it here, Moons.” Sirius said quietly, then punching the bed with a shout and sending more sparks out of his wand.
“I know. I’m so sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.” Remus didn’t know what else to say. He knew Sirius must resent him for it. “You should go to sleep, let’s sleep off that firewhiskey, okay? You’ll feel better in the morning.”
“Will you even still be here in the morning?” Sirius’ words were harsh and biting with dark humor.
Remus bit back a sob but he couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. He suddenly felt as if he was too close to Sirius. He pulled away sharply and they sat a few feet apart, on the bed in silence. Everything in the room was a sick reminder of everything Sirius had tried to escape, and all the things Remus had inadvertently subjected him to. Remus hated himself for it. Nothing was more important than this. The empty bottles and candy wrappers on the floor sent pangs if guilt through the werewolf’s heart.

Joseph: [Wakes up in the middle of the night] I’m sorry, Brian!
Mary: What-what happened?
Joseph: I’m killing Brian…
Mary: What? You’re gonna kill Brian? All right, car’s gassed up… That’s good… Guess I could home-school the kids ‘cause…
Joseph: No- no, Mary, the burgers are killing him.
Mary: What?
Joseph: The ones I grill him every day.
Mary: Oh… Gotcha…
Joseph: Good God, Mary. You had all that ready?
Mary: What? I’m just being supportive… goodnight.

anonymous asked:

Hey there! I was just wondering if you had a list for Sterek Breeding kink? Like Derek and Stiles both know that Stiles can't get pregnant but it doesn't stop Derek from getting off on trying

Breeeeeeeeding kiiiiiiiiiiink! WOO!  So here for it, wish there was more -Emmy

Obscene by ml0692 

(1,782 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles can’t help but notice that Derek’s transition to becoming an Alpha is accompanied by a substantial increase in the size of his bulge.

Make a Sentence by badwolfbadwolf 

(2,189 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles never feels more like a wrung out slut than when Derek has him spread out and gasping for it, dripping wet and moaning into the pillows. The rough words roll over him, ghosting along the peaks and valleys of bone and sinew, lodging in the base of his skull and the tip of his uncomfortably hard and untouched cock.

Takin’ Your Knot So Perfectly by myrandomnesslife 

(2,350 I Explicit I Complete)  *teen!derek

Stiles and Derek enjoy themselves while the Sheriff is away.

You’re My Favorite Kink by wafflesmakebabies 

(2,443 I Explicit I Complete)

Sequel to “Who Do You Think About?” (Completed)

Plushwolf by the_ragnarok 

(2,550 I Explicit I Complete)  *noncon/dubcon, underage

So suppose Stiles slept every night with his plush wolf doll, to ward off bad dreams. Only that doll was Derek under a spell, and he came alive in Stiles’ dreams. Specifically, in the type of dreams that involve coming.

Anything Goes Between You And I by hexthejinx 

(2,661 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek has a secret impregnation kink and one day Stiles discovers it. He’s not freaked out by this, though - quite the contrary.

No actual mpreg in this story! They just like to imagine stuff. :)

The Last Temptation by queerly_it_is 

(4,008 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek always gets stuck between making too much noise or just gasping silently.

He knows he’d been making noise earlier; when Stiles walked them both into the bedroom he’d been humming into kisses and mumbling dry responses to Stiles saying he “had plans”; when Stiles tugged at his clothes he remembers he’d said something meant to pass for controlled about patience that had made Stiles roll his eyes.

And when Stiles pulled his mouth off Derek’s dick with a slurp so lewd it had to be at least half on purpose and told him to roll over with his voice gone rough, Derek’s sure he’d breathed out, “Yeah. Yeah okay.”

Fever by Little Spoon (JaydenNara) 

(4,227 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles was all for rough. He loved when Derek manhandled him, showed off his strength, and left marks on his skin, but Derek had always held back. Stiles had just never realized how much… until now. 

Give Me Everything At Once by SleepDepraved 

(4,366 I Explicit I Complete)

The missing sex scene.

or the one where Stiles and Derek have been drinking, and then there is filthy sex.

Briefcase by ColetheWolf 

(6,306 I Explicit I Complete)  *stepfather/stepson, also Derek/Sheriff (mentioned), infidelity

Derek comes back home to pick up his briefcase, but instead finds his stepson in an extremely compromising, yet arousing position.

Baby, Give Me Light by MereLoup 

(14,598 I Explicit I Complete)   *fake mpreg

“How long do we have?” Derek’s breath was husky and aroused, his eyes never leaving Stiles’ lingerie clad body.

Derek had a slight lisp from where his fangs had dropped down into his mouth, his salivary glands working overtime in his arousal, and his claws were extended, digging mercilessly into the mattress. Derek was so turned on right now and the Wolf was so close to the surface, Stiles’ didn’t know where he had found the restraint to sit there as still as he was. He sounded so close already, Stiles just wanted him to let loose.

“Until sunrise.”

Derek raised an eyebrow, too slowly and too meticulously to be casual. “That’s quite a lot of time.”

“Let’s make the best of it.” Stiles’ fingers brushed over his swollen belly and Derek growled in answering arousal.

Sober Thoughts

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Wanda Maximoff, Steve Rogers and Peter Parker

Words: 1920

Warnings: alcohol

Taggs: @vashanatasha

Request: -

Notes: - 

Originally posted by little--batman

MASTERLIST


The liquid burned your throat as it went down for the fifth time. You had decided to go out that night with Wanda since it had been ages since you two had a girls night out. So there you were, in one of the nicest clubs in New York, pouring down your throat the fifth tequila shot of the night. 

“You know, it doesn’t taste that bad…” You mumbled looking at the little glass. “At least it doesn’t after the third one” you added with a laugh.

“That’s because you’re wasted” Wanda laughed leaning against the bar.

“There’s a chance I am… But maybe I am not” you said with a frown. “I’m going to the bathroom” you added getting up from your tool way too quickly, making everything spin. “Wow…” You mumbled holding onto the bar.

“Were you saying?” Wanda laughed. You showed her your middle finger as your stumbled towards the bathroom.

It had been a long time since you drank so much. You had been too busy with the missions and all the Avengers stuff going on at the moment. Plus, you were trying to get a degree at the NYU. Summing up, you didn’t have much time for parties.

Luckily, you had a break from university and for once there was no saving the world so Wanda talked you into changing into something nicer than your onesie, putting on some make up and hitting the city.

So there you were, in line for the bathroom of a club, seeing how the lights were too bright and confusing, hearing laughs and drunken conversations all around you. You took out your phone to check the time. 4 a.m. 

With a sigh you opened the messages to check if there was any but nothing new. Before you closed the app, Bucky’s name came to your eyes, making you open the last conversation you had with him about which movie you were watching that night.

You smiled at the memory of watching Star Wars with him. He had been so amazed by the movie that watching him had been more entertaining than the movie itself. Your remembered his eyes completely focused on the screen, brighting, and his mouth partly opened in surprise. He was too adorable. You ended up falling asleep over him that night and he ended up taking you to bed once the movie was finished. The thought of him carrying you in his strong arms still sent shivers down your body. Damn Winter Soldier.

“Sorry, are you coming in?” You looked up from your phone to see that you were next.

“Oh yes! Sorry!” You exclaimed with a smile before hurrying into the bathroom.

It wasn’t the first time something like that happened to you. Getting lost in your memories of Bucky, day dreaming about him, about how it would be to actually be with him. Not as a friend, but as something more. Having him in your bedroom every night, whispering the sweetest things in your ear until you fell asleep and waking up with his body pressed against your back. Damn. You had it bad.

“Are you okay?” Wanda asked when you came back from the bathroom.

“I need another shot” you stated as you ordered two more.

“Amen sister” Wanda smiled widely. 

By the time you two were walking back to the tower, you had to hold onto each other in order not to fall. Your head was spinning, the lights were everywhere and you didn’t know where you were. 

“I’m fucked, Wanda” you mumbled. 

“No. You’re drunk” she replied. 

“Besides” you laughed. “But I’m serious. I think I like Bucky” you confessed. You felt her eyes on you.

“You what?” She asked.

“Don’t make me say it again” you frowned. 

“You should tell him” she shrugged.

“You’re even more wasted than I am” you laughed. “I can’t do that. We’re friends” you added.

“So? Vision and I were friends too” she said with a small smile.

“That’s different-” you tried to speak but she placed both of her hands on your mouth. “Mmmm!!”

“Don’t think about it” she said. “Give me your phone” she added stretching out her hand. You frowned confused but gave her your phone. Then you watched her as she dialed Bucky’s number.

“No!” You exclaimed jumping over her but your drunken state caused you to fall on the floor.

“Hey Bucks!” Wanda suddenly said. “I’m sorry I woke you up. But there’s someone here who has something to tell you” she added. You covered your face and shook your head over and over again. “How did you know it was (Y/N)?” She asked.

“Because that’s my phone you moroon!” You exclaimed as you started laughing. 

“Oh right” she mumbled. “Anyway, we’re on our way home and she got to talk to you ASAP so yeah, see you now” she added before hanging up and giving the phone back to you.

“That was probably the worst idea ever” you laughed trying to get up from the ground.

“Was it?” She smirked.

“Who knows” you laughed hooking your arms together as you two continued your way back home.

You didn’t even think about that call since you were completely sure Bucky hadn’t paid attention and had gone back to sleep. That’s why when you stepped out of the elevator and saw him leaning against the back of the couch, facing the two of you, you almost tripped over and fell again.

“I’m screwed” you mumbled looking at him. Wanda started giggling by your side, causing you to do the same. 

“Goodnight” she mumbled stumbling towards the stairs. 

“Hey there Summer Soldier!” You exclaimed. He raised an eyebrow as he smiled. “Wrong season” you added with a laugh. “Have you ever realised how shining New York is?” You asked smiling.

“That’s what you wanted to tell me?” He chuckled. 

“But it is! Like your eyes when you were watching Star Wars” you pointed out. He smiled a little.

“It was a good movie” he shrugged. 

“I know. I saw you- I mean, it! I saw it. I saw the movie” you said taking off your heels, ending up on the floor once again.

Immediately Bucky was by your side, helping you up as you giggled. Since it was hard for you to stand, he picked you up bridal style. 

“This is nice” you said as he carried you upstairs. “This is how you took me to bed the other day right? I could get used to it” you smiled resting your head between his shoulder and his neck. “Mmm…you’re so soft” you whispered against his skin. 

“Am I?” He whispered with raspy voice this time. You nodded and planted a kiss on his neck making him shiver. “You’re wasted” he commented.

“I’m okay” you mumbled closing your eyes. Bad idea. The spinning got even worse. “You’re cute” you added without thinking.

“What?” He laughed walking into your room.

“You heard me” you replied as he set you on your bed.

“You think I’m cute?” He asked smiling down at you.

“Cute, hot, handsome, funny, nice, lovely…” You started saying. He smiled kneeling down in front of you.

“You’re drunk” he said.

“Wow thank you” you rolled your eyes. He laughed and made you lie down on your bed.

“You’re beautiful too” he admitted sitting down next to you.

You looked at him and smiled before sitting up slowly so you wouldn’t throw up. You two looked at each other before you leaned in. He smiled but pressed his forehead against yours instead kissing you.

“You’re drunk. You will hate me in the morning if I kiss you” he whispered. 

“Drunk acts, sober thoughts” you shrugged. He laughed.

“I’m sure that’s not the quote” he smirked.

“So what?” You said.

Without giving him a chance to react, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you until your lips met. When he slipped his tongue in your mouth your head started spinning. You didn’t even know if it was because of the alcohol or him, but it was completely worth it. 

You laid down, taking him down with you so he was hovering over you, with a hand on your waist and the other one by your face. 

“Wait…” He pulled away when you tried to take his t-shirt off. “You’re drunk, (Y/N)” he said again.

“So what?” You frowned.

“We can’t. Not like this” he sighed rubbing your face slowly. 

“But I like you” you whispered with a pout. He chuckled and pecked your lips.

“We’ll see if you feel the same way in the morning” he said. 

“I will” you replied. 

He smiled and kissed your forehead before getting off you. He covered you up and left your room after a while. That was probably the hardest thing he had ever done. Walking away from you when you had just confessed what he had been waiting to hear for so long. But it wasn’t the right thing to do. Not when you were completely wasted. All he could hope for was that you felt the same way in the morning. If you didn’t, you would probably hate him.

Bucky didn’t get much asleep the rest of the night. When the sun came through the window he forced himself to wake up and go to the gym. He needed to clear his hear and wrap it around the possibility of you changing your mind. He knew it would take you time to get out of bed so he would need patience. 

After spending an hour and a half in the gym and after taking a long shower he went to the kitchen to have some breakfast. Steve and Peter were already up and having breakfast in the living room where Bucky joined them in silence. 

“What happened last night?” Peter asked sleepy. “I woke up and heard some noises” he explained. 

“I heard nothing” Steve shrugged.

“Wanda and (Y/N) came completely wasted” Bucky replied with a shrug.

“Today will be fun then” Peter laughed.

“So fucking funny Parker” Bucky turned around when he heard your voice.

There you were, in your pyjamas, with your make up ruined and your hair in a messy bun over your head. He gulped and got up as you two locked eyes. 

Despite your headache and how your body was dying from hangover, you could remember the events from last night. You could remember his lips, the heat of his body over yours, his smile, his touch, his words and yours. Judging by the look on his eyes, he remembered them too. 

Slowly, he walked over to you, like you were a deer that could run away if he moved too fast. You bite your lip, looking up at him, doubt in his eyes.

“So?” He mumbled. You shrugged and took a tiny step towards him.

“Drunk actions, sober thoughts” you said. 

He smiled widely and placed a hand on your hip to pull you closer. 

“I like you too then” he smiled before closing the distance between you two, kissing you again, with more passion than last night, pulling you as close as he could until you two needed air to keep on breathing. He placed his forehead on yours and smiled. “Like a lot” he added making you chuckle.

“That’s not the quote, isn’t it?” You heard Peter asking, making you laugh before kissing Bucky again. Getting drunk, having the worst hangover of your life had turned out to be one of the best thing you could have ever wished for.