i eat out every night

Lena: I appreciate the rescue but not necessary

Kara:

Lena: I appreciate Supergirl hand-delivering a bouquet of violets but not necessary..

Kara:

Lena: I appreciate the handwritten letters of affection but not necessary.

Kara: 

Lena: I appreciate you taking me out to eat every night but not necessary

Kara: 

Lena: I appreciate you eating me out but it’s not-

Kara:

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Be Still by @this-onegoes (3/7 chapters, 55k)

Ghosts are real. They want to be heard, to be known, in a world that so often forgets the dead once they’re gone.

Zayn doesn’t forget.

Zayn feels ghosts every day.

anonymous asked:

Make out session with Levi story/headcannon thing?

This got so out of control, omg. And the best thing about writing for Levi is not only making y’all happy, but making mod Spookzz happy as well since Levi is her bae. Anyways, takes place in a modern AU where Levi is a lawyer. Enjoy, anon! 


The sound of the lock turning and the jingle of a set of keys forcefully shoved you out of the reverie you had fallen into and you glanced at the door in anticipation. A large stack of papers sat untouched on the coffee table, but you paid no heed to it, too invested in your apartment door opening; or, rather, just who was walking through it.

It was fairly obvious that Levi was exhausted. The bags beneath his eyes were dark violet in color, which only indicated that he probably hadn’t slept on his ten hour plane ride despite having his own private quarters. “Tough flight?” you asked rhetorically, taking his jacket from over his arm in order to hang it up in the coat closet.

 “A shit show,” replied Levi as he wheeled his suitcase off to a corner and walked into the kitchen area. If he was in no hurry to unpack his clothes in case they were wrinkled, then it was super obvious that he had a hell of a time getting home. You watched in silent awe for a split second as Levi’s arm muscles stretched against his shirt’s fabric, the sleeves rolled over his forearms while he rummaged through a cabinet, searching for something that you could only guess was tea. It wasn’t uncommon for you to step back and admire your boyfriend’s physique because you were fairly positive he was, single-handedly, the most attractive man you ever laid eyes on in your entire life, but this was only amplified by the fact that you had gone for two whole months without being able to see him save for infrequent Skype calls.

 You crossed your arms over your chest and reluctantly pried your eyes away from his ass in favor of looking him in the eye. “Crying baby? Turbulence?” you offered in slight amusement.

 When Levi finished placing the kettle on the stove, he braced his back on the counter and revealed, “No. Every time the flight attendant saw me placing the cushion down on the chair to try and get some sleep, she’d insist on doing it and tucking me in like a fucking five year old.”

 A chuckle escaped through your lips, only to grow into pure laughter at the thought of how grumpy Levi must have been at the poor woman who was only trying to do her job. Levi hated being touched by strangers, after all. “That’s what you get when you fly first class on a flight that’s longer than seven hours.”

 “Erwin can shove it up his ass next time he forces me to go out of the country,” Levi humorously stated, even if he wasn’t trying to be funny, intentionally.

 You rolled your eyes at his typical antics and motioned towards the microwave. “I made you lunch a little while ago, but it should still be warm.”

 “…You cooked and didn’t burn down the entire apartment?” Although it was a question, Levi had worded it more like a statement, much to you annoyance. Huffing, you pushed past him and opened the microwave, revealing the plate you had made. While you weren’t the most spectacular chef to ever live, your best friend had been delicately coaching you on how to make simple things when Levi wasn’t home to cook. While your arrangement of cooking and cleaning duties worked just fine, you had wanted to do something nice for him since he had been eating out every night for the last two months.

“I already ate some earlier, you ass. It’s fine.”

In lieu of firing back and bruising your ego over its lackluster presentation, Levi merely sighed and placed the plate back into the microwave, heading towards the couch where he sat down with his freshly brewed mug. “I’ll shower then eat. There’s some stuff I need to get taken care of at the office.”

 Of all the things Levi could have said, the last thing you had been expecting was for him to head back to work. He was tired and you were deprived for eight whole weeks; like hell was Erwin stealing anymore of your time with him.

 Before he could even protest, you marched towards the couch and straddled his lap. Leaning in just a few centimeters from his lips, you restrained yourself from tasting him in order to declare, “No way. I haven’t seen you in two months. Erwin can handle paperwork or whatever the hell he has to do on his own.”

 Levi sighed and placed his mug off to the side, those gunmetal gray eyes that you had come to know and love inching down to the shape of your lips. Angling his head, his mouth brushed against your own and, just for a moment, you reciprocated and melted against him. Just as one of his hands carded in your hair and the other inched down to your waist, you reluctantly pulled away from him and smirked. “Nice try, but you’re not getting anything until you tell me you’re not going anywhere.”

 “You goddamn tease,” he muttered underneath his breath, which did a lot to inflate your ego even if it was just by a fraction. The defeat in his voice sang true of your minor victory, but nothing could have prepared you for the way he crashed his mouth back to your own in a desperate, heated kiss. Turning your head to the side, you shivered as soon as his hand began to trace down your spine, lingering close to the curve and dip of your lower back. It was hot and it was needy, but you could tell just in that moment that Levi had missed you just as much as you had missed him.

 When his tongue traced your bottom lip, you complied with vigor, your hands moving down to settle against the rigid muscles of his chest. Against your lips, you felt Levi smirk as his tongue explored your mouth, earning him a quiet noise of approval as his hand brushed across your thigh. Wanting the upper-hand for just a minute, you playfully nipped at his lip after he retracted his tongue before you braced your hands on his shoulders and pushed down, using all of your weight to hover over him to grind your hips into his own.

 “Fuck,” he groaned into your lips, breaking away from you in order to latch his mouth to your neck. Bracing his hand on the back of your head, he pulled you down and continued to pepper a line of hot kisses until he reached the junction of your neck where he ran his hot tongue across the area where shoulder met collarbone.

 You sighed in complete bliss, dark and lustful eyes meeting his own underneath you. “You are not allowed to leave the country ever again,” you declared, tilting your head back down in order to meet his lips for yet another mind-blowing kiss. He parted and took a moment to hold the side of your face in an almost uncharacteristically tender manner, studying your features as if trying to map them into the back of his subconscious.

 Tilting your cheek into his palm, you sighed and quietly confessed, “I missed you.”

 “Yeah. Me too.”

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Reigen stretched, yawned, and rubbed at the knots in his back as he stood to shut the office window.

“Alright, I’m calling it, Mob. We’re closing early today. No new clients are walking in, and I still have errands to run before I fall asleep here.”

Mob startled at the bang and latch of the window. The last huff of crisp fall air blew past him. He nodded. “Okay.”

“You got someone at home who can let you in, yeah?” Reigen moved across the row of windows, testing the lock on each of them.

“Um, I can let myself in.”

Reigen paused at the coatrack, eyeing Mob over his shoulder. “…Does that mean no one’s home?”

Mob shook his head. “Ritsu is staying at a friend’s house tonight. Mom and Dad are both working late.”

Reigen hesitated, shrugged on his coat. He watched as Mob pushed things back into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder. Mob pulled a key out of the smallest pocket, just to check it was there, before zipping it back in. Reigen handed Mob his coat as Mob approached the door.

“You know…second thought. I could use a couple extra hands. You’re still on the clock.”

Mob took his coat in silence and followed Reigen into the hall. Reigen locked the door behind them, stuffed the keys into his pocket, and motioned forward. When they left the building, they headed in the direction opposite Mob’s house.

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anonymous asked:

Harry confused the hell out of me in interviews. It always looks like he said so many things when in reality he said "I ate dinner". Like I can't with this alien boy.

lmao smallzy really killed it with that interview, pulling some deep truths out of harry styles…..such as “i eat dinner every night”

anonymous asked:

I'm sure you're going to get this x10000, but why do you hate being gay? My girlfriend says she hates it too and because I don't feel the same way I'd love to know your opinion. 💕

It’s not necessarily that I hate being gay. Girls are hot af and all. It’s just the lifestyle it comes with. There’s a lot of cheating with lesbians and I hate the lesbian circles but it’s hard to find anyone who’s not in a circle. And I hate how you can’t be talking to a girl without her talking to like 3 other girls. For me it’s just that girls know what hurts and they know what to do to fuck someone’s heart up… yet they’ll still do it. So it’s more just the things it comes with rather than the gayness. Bc lemme tell you, I can eat a girl out all night and I love every second of it

You’re All I Need (J.B)

So, I got my first request today, and I just wanted to write. I hope you guys enjoy! Request: Can you do just a JB imagine where (Y/N) has like, low self esteem and Justin reassures her and idk, something like that?

I sighed as I started to mess around with my stomach. It wasn’t flat, and that was something I didn’t like. I tried my hardest to look the best I could, but yet all my efforts seemed to fail. I throw my hands to my side, giving up on the idea that they could fix my imperfections. 

“(Y/N)? Babe, I’m home!” I hear my boyfriend, Justin, as he comes through the front door. His footsteps come running up the stairs, and into the room, with a big smile on his face. “(Y/N), I have great news!” he exclaims, his voice dripping with excitement. I smile softly at him as I sit on the bed, and then he plops down next to me. 

“What is it, J?” I ask, curious and happy for my boyfriend. He just continues grinning, and then finally says his good news, “I finished the album today! We’re having a congratulatory party tomorrow night.” A smile soon bursts onto my face, extremely excited for him. 

“Justin, that’s so great! I know how long and hard you’ve been working on the album. I’m so proud of you!” I throw my arms around him, and he pulls me close into his chest. “I’d like you to be my date to the party tomorrow.” He then mumbled against my head. I pulled back, and bit my lip.

“U-uh I don’t know about that,” I stuttered. I didn’t look okay, at all. My stomach wasn’t flat, and I had a muffin top. I ran out of makeup earlier today, and the MAC store was too far of a drive. “I-I don’t have anything to wear.” I straight out lied, biting my lip hoping he didn’t catch on. 

He furrowed his eyebrows together, giving me a perplexed look. “What do you mean? You take up ¾ of our closet, plus you and Cat just went out last week and bought a shit ton of clothes. Stop lying to me (Y/N), and give me a real answer.” He grumbled, and I could the annoyance in his voice. 

“Well, I don’t have anything to wear that looks good.” I muttered, looking down. This was a side of me that I hated showing to Justin. I was so insecure about my body, because I didn’t feel like I was beautiful enough for him. He has so many girls throwing themselves at him, and he chose me out of all the girls. 

I’m no stick, I had curves that I had to maintain. It meant not being able to eat out every night, making sure my carb and calorie intake was right and that I don’t over do it. I bend over backwards for my body, and yet it still doesn’t look right. 

“(Y/N), really? You look good in everything that you wear.” Justin started to say. I went to interject but he shook his head. “I’m not lying to you, princess. Would I ever lie to you?” 

I sigh, and shake my head standing up. “Justin you don’t get it. I’m not like every other girl you’ve been with. I’m not a stick, I’m not flat stomached. I’m not pretty enough for you, skinny enough for you.” I say, and my voice falls flat. 

Justin just looks at me, his mouth wide open. I bit my lip, hoping that he didn’t agree with me, but another hoped he did, so that I was right to be worried. 

“Baby girl, don’t you ever say that about yourself.” He said, getting up. “You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. You’re amazing. You are skinny. You are the perfect size for me darling, and I never want you to diss yourself ever again. You’re perfect the way you are, and you’re all I want, you’re all that I need.” Justin slowly wrapped his arms around me again, and rocked us back and forth, while kissing my head. “I love you, princess.”

“I love you too, J.”

——–

(A/N): Okay, so wow. Its not my best imagine, but I really do like it a lot. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Request some more!

The Spoon
  • Sherlock: *desperately ruffles his hair, waving a plastic spoon* Okay. How about I pretend it's a police car racing to the scene of a crime?
  • Baby Holmes: *in her high-chair, blinking at him*
  • Sherlock: *hopeful* Or Dad-da and Uncle John running to solve a crime?
  • Baby Holmes: *giggles*
  • Sherlock: *pouts; defeated* Mama and Dad-da working?
  • Baby Holmes: ...
  • Sherlock: *exasperated* Oh come on, you eat for your mother! *talking to himself* How? How does she do it? *glances at the baby food* Substitute it for chocolate? Sprinkle it with fairy dust?
  • Baby Holmes: *lifts her arms* Dad-da...
  • Sherlock: *hesitates* No, you need to eat this or you'll get me into trouble.
  • Baby Holmes: *pouts* Cuddles, Dad-da.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • *LATER*
  • *lying in bed*
  • Sherlock: *smug* I figured out your secret. How you get Scarlett to eat her dinner every night. And you thought I wouldn't get it.
  • Molly: *snuggles up to him* Oh, well, it was nice while it lasted. I thought I hid it well, too.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Hid...it?
  • Molly: *yawns* Scarlett's favourite spoon. The only one she'll eat from.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Ah.
  • Molly: *sleepy* What?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Well, unless baby food is harmful to adults, we have nothing to worry about.

anonymous asked:

I've known this guy for two years, he's one of my best friends and I have a crush on him. At a party we were dancing and he kissed me, we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves. I've thought about it for the last months and I've come to the conclusion that I want him to be my first, I want him to fuck me against the wall so hard the neighbors will hear and I want him to eat me out so bad, I masturbate almost every night thinking about him.

Living in the Dark

It’s 2:30 am, and my game just ended. I nod to myself in satisfaction. I am the high scorer for the third match in a row in Rocket League. I sucked at first but I usually end up getting pretty good at most video games I play…not because I am naturally skilled but rather due to practice. I turn off the Xbox out of boredom and start thinking about my next time-waster. I have approximately three minutes to decide what to do next. Once I find something to do, I’ll feel content.

Originally posted by toxic-eunoia

I’ve been diagnosed with chronic insomnia for about six years now. The first three years were made up of long, frustrating days & nights.  5-8 day streaks of no sleep were typical (11 days was my longest run). Most nights I would cry, stare at the clock, search Tumblr/Reddit for other insomniacs, take a bath, pop a pill, blackout, binge eat, and then cry some more. My mom would find me in the morning on the living room floor with food wrappers and an empty jar of peanut butter next to me - my eyes would be puffy. I couldn’t handle the disorder, or at least I didn’t know how to.

I have since learned to live with my insomnia and the things that come along with it. I rarely get frustrated when I can’t doze off, and I have built up a tolerance for lack of sleep. For anyone who is newly diagnosed or for those people who are just interested, here is what insomnia is like for me & how I deal with the mental & physical repercussions. 


1. I don’t medicate.  After my first full year of sleeping problems, I was practically begging for prescription pills in hopes that my quality of life would improve. My doctor, hearing my pleas, prescribed me Ambien at a 10mg dosage. My first month of being on the medication, I slept like a baby. I thought that was the end of it. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel! I started having energy during the day. I got back in to working out and my grades on exams drastically improved. I started hanging out with my friends again. Ambien was my miracle pill…

After a few months, the side effects (that at first seemed minimal compared to the benefits) were having a larger impact on my life, and I started to build up a tolerance to the pill. The time between when I took Ambien and when I would fall asleep began to increase which led to acting upon impulses and not remembering them in the morning. I had abnormal thinking resulting in some disturbing conversations with my sister (most of which I don’t remember but was told about) along with concerning notes I would write to myself. I blacked out every night, had severe side effects (binge eating, hallucinations, sleep driving, +), and eventually abused the drug. I would take double the dose just to knock myself out. At that point, I decided that I would rather be in an Ambien comatose than be awake. To cut to the chase, a year later I finally asked to wean off the drug. I tried a few off-label prescription drugs that induced drowsiness and were not as potent, but I felt that I lost my personality on them. Being sleep deprived, in my opinion, is better than being a pill head zombie so two years ago I opted out of taking any sleeping medications (and I’ve been much happier).

Originally posted by fernandoamerico

2. I don’t do much research about my disorder anymore. Why? Because it’s depressing. If you are newly diagnosed, then yes, scan the web, see a sleep specialist, etc., but if you already know sleep hygiene recommendations, what medications may or may not work, and long term effects of sleep deprivation then stop looking! I got very obsessive when it came to insomnia and/or sleep-related content and all it did was cause me anxiety. This anxiety then reduced any tiny chance I had at falling asleep that night.

*googles ‘how long can you go without sleep before you die’*

3. Find your own sleep hygiene & rituals. 

Sleep specialists have a recommended list (and so does the web) regarding sleep hygiene but once you have had the disorder long enough they basically tell you to do whatever works best for you.  An example of something not recommended is playing games or doing anything that wakes up your brain. Puzzles and strategic games actually help me fall asleep - my mind is super active at night so any game that requires my focus helps me fixate on one thing rather than twenty. 

The most important and protective ritual I have over all other sleep hygiene items (sleeping naked, not staying in bed if I can’t sleep, not eating late…) is that I ALWAYS keep busy if I am going to have a sleepless night. I used to lay in bed and continue trying to sleep which just left me alone with my thoughts. Alone with my thoughts for hours, days, weeks, years… For my mental stability, I broke out of this habit and decided to identify “time-wasters” such as taking a bath, watching a TV show, playing video games, painting, reading a book, etc. I give myself usually three minutes to switch between activities in the middle of the night. If I go over those three allocated minutes, I start to think about how I am not sleeping which then gives me anxiety about how I will feel when the sun rises & I have to start my regular day. Here are some collages I made (to help the time pass) during a few of my insomnia nights:

4. I don’t get upset about other “insomniacs,” but I used to.  Everyone has trouble falling asleep from time to time and sometimes that makes them think they can relate to me. When people would say “I had insomnia last night, I know how you feel” I would get so mad that I would almost cry. In my mind they were saying that their one night (or even maybe one week) of bad sleep was equivalent to the misery I felt. I also hated when people would tell me things to try before bed as if I haven’t looked in to them myself and/or had my doctor educate me on them. “Have you tried to lay off of caffeine?” “I heard you should turn off all devices before you go to bed. Do that.” “I take Melatonin and it works for me - you should try!” Ughhh.

Even if some of my friends, coworkers, or acquaintances are naive of my experience or about insomnia in general, I now understand that they are not trying to belittle my disorder. If anything, they are just trying to help or relate to me which are both good qualities in people. Also, since I have built up a tolerance to lack of sleep I know that a sleepless night or two is probably more difficult and aggravating for the average person than it is for me now.

5. I tell people (but not for pity). I used to want pity, but I don’t need it anymore. I have sleepless nights frequently but I am not saddened by them like I once was. Insomnia is a part of me and I truly feel like I have mastered the disorder to the best of my ability. Sometimes the physical aspects are unavoidable though (when I hit 4+ days of no sleep, you can notice), so I have learned that telling my boss, coworkers, friends, and family helps alleviate any suspicious thinking (such as being on drugs, being sick, not caring about my work…). 


Although I have been in touch with some insomniacs online, I have only talked to one insomniac in person. It was a very therapeutic because most people don’t know what it’s like to live in such an isolated world (12am-7am) but she did. She was up when I was up. When I was laying on my floor looking up at the ceiling, she could have been too. In a sense, I did feel like we were in an exclusive club together, & I feel like that with the online community as well. 

I wanted to blog about my experience with insomnia because when I was newly diagnosed, I felt very alone. The limited times I came across someone who could actually relate to me, it was comforting. I hope I can give that comfort to someone else. I realize that there are people out there that suffer from more extreme conditions and disorders than I do, and I hope they are able to find their community as well…and , if possible, find peace in their situation like I have. 

Originally posted by wannawatchfriends

How did I come to write a tiny sequel to my Smoaking Canarrow smut fic you ask?

A couple reasons. First, because of everything I’ve written, that fic is still the one people most ask me to continue. Second, because there was a discussion on Tumblr a few weeks back where someone (ohmypreciousgirl) posited that Oliver was a selfish lover pre-island and only now thinks it’s worthwhile to spend any time with his head between Felicity’s legs. This meshed well with my personal headcanon that pre-island Oliver was in fact TERRIBLE in bed. Thus this scene was born.

Read the original fic here.

“So, is Oliver different now?” Felicity asks as she uncorks their second bottle of wine.

“How do you mean?” Sara asks and holds out her glass.

“Like, in bed?” she explains and pours her a hearty glass. “Compared to before the island or during it or whatever. I mean, I know he’s probably stronger now, definitely has better stamina, but I’m talking about overall experience. Is he more controlling? Rougher?”

“Mm,” Sara hums says and points with the hand holding her glass, nearly spilling its contents in the process. “Definitely rougher,” Sara explains and then lifts the glass to her lips again, but stops just short. “Although I’m probably rougher now too.”

“You both have your moments,” Felicity interjects and sips her wine demurely.

“That doesn’t bother you, right?” Sara asks, flinching.

Felicity bites her bottom lip and smiles. “It’s a little overwhelming sometimes,” she admits, “but my brain’s pretty sharp. I welcome the challenge.” Sara smiles predatorily and Felicity blushes.

“What else?” she asks and leans back on the couch’s armrest, putting her feet in Sara’s lap. Sara takes a moment to run her hands over her legs before answering.

“I think the biggest difference is that he’s just better,” she says with a shrug.

“Really?” Felicity says incredulously. “Was he bad before?”

“Kinda,” she responds with a laugh and Felicity throws her head back and laughs too. “I mean, he always had a nice body, and good size,” she adds and Felicity raises her eyebrows knowingly. “He just wasn’t very good at it, you know? No finesse. All jack-hammering and ‘you like that?’ and definitely no cuddling after.”

“Whoa,” Felicity says and shakes her head in disbelief.

“Honestly, back then, his version of pillow talk was repeatedly asking if we could try anal next time.” Felicity chokes on her wine then, the red liquid spilling onto her shirt as she laughs.

“Damn it,” she says when she manages to catch her breath.

“Let me help you clean that up,” Sara says and sets her glass down on the coffee table. She smiles as she crawls up the couch, spreading Felicity’s legs to kneel between them and then leaning down to lick the wine dappling her neck and chin.

“I can’t believe he used to be that bad,” Felicity mutters and then sighs as Sara kisses her.

“He wasn’t so much bad as selfish,” Sara says after a moment. “I used to have to beg him to go down on me.”

“Wait, seriously?” Felicity interrupts, sitting up. “That’s like his favorite thing.”

“Not then and he was terrible at it,” Sara says. “Not that I realized that at the time. But my first time with Nyssa…wow,” she says and shivers at the memory.

“Well, he’s amazing at it now,” Felicity says and sets her wine glass down so she can place her hands on Sara’s hips. “Like, mind-blowing.”

“Better than me?” Sara asks, smiling mischievously. Felicity blushes and looks away.

“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” she admits. Sara smiles and leans down to kiss her and she’s just slipping her hands under Felicity’s skirt when the sound of the front door opening draws their attention.

“Hey,” Oliver says and smiles, always pleased when he finds them in a compromising position. “Thought we could make dinner tonight,” he says and lifts a bag onto the kitchen island. “I was getting sick of eating out every night.”

It’s a long time before Felicity and Sara stop laughing long enough to tell him what’s so funny.

anonymous asked:

My bf & I were supposed to go out & watch movies, but we made a quick stop at his place so he could grab his wallet. We walked into his room & next thing I knew he picked me up & pinned me against the wall all while still kissing me. He carried me to the bed & started pulling my pants off. His "let me eat you out for 10 minutes" turned into eating me out all night long. Every time I heard him moan & say "mmm" I completely melted. His head game is just omg. Returned the fav & gave him sloppy head

seriously whenever i imagine makoto alone in his apartment in tokyo, all my thoughts go to;

save tachibana makoto from starvation xoxo

like how does the boy feed himself i am really worried