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markiplite2234  asked:

Hey hey hey! I just wanna say I love your art so much! Your suga's are so cute!? i also have exams soon :') wish me luck <3

thank you! (/^▽^)/ do your best!! 

To my Dearest Regret, With Hope

Request: Listen. I’m legit bawling. I’m crying. My heart has been broken and scarred. You did that! I need a part 4 please or I might just die, M. Your writing is gonna kill me someday, you queen of angst, you. AND other sweet comments! THIS IS A PART OF THE To Newt, With Love series

Word Count: 2,627

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Part 1   |   Part 2   |   Part 3

Tag List: @dont-give-a-bother @red-roses-and-stories @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @gemininomad @fangirlingandcrying @adellyhatter-blog @ryeosomnia

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


Newt stares at the brick house in front of him, taking a deep breath before dipping his head and walking toward it. The leather case in his hand bounces against his right leg with every quick step he takes. He times his steps, falling into the same familiar rhythm as the creak of the neighbor’s porch swing.

Climbing up the three hole-ridden steps, Newt curses under his breath. He pauses at the top and sighs. It’s now or never.

The door slams open halfway through his third knock. He nearly smacks his mother in the face as he stumbles forward, but she just ducks under his hand and wraps her arms around his stomach.

“Erm, hi mum.”

“You finally remembered I’m alive!”

Newt rolls his eyes over his mother’s head. “I never forgot it. That would be hard with all the owls you kept sending.”

She steps away from him, leading him into the house. “How could I not send them? You never replied. I didn’t know if you were getting any of them.”

Newt pulls the door shut behind him as he steps inside. “I’ve been busy.”

“I know, I know,” Mrs. Scamander waves her hands, walking down the hall to the kitchen, “Your animals mean more than your own dear mother.”

“That’s not true.” He follows her, eyes trailing over the pictures of him and Theseus at various ages, hanging in rotting frames on the cream walls.

“Well, you aren’t very good at showing that, are you? Come in here, I just finished baking some biscuits.”

Chuckling at a picture of him and Theseus grinning ear to ear in front of the ocean, stacks of shells balanced on their sopping curls, Newt heads into the kitchen. It hasn’t changed much since he was young. The same dog and cat salt and pepper shakers sit above the stove. The same row of flower vases with the same nine vases are lined up on the far counter, like soldiers ready to march at any moment. The same wooden frames hold up the same moving pictures.

Well, almost all the same pictures. Newt tries not to see the different faces in three of the frames, changed courtesy of Theseus.

“How have you been, honey?” Mrs. Scamander sets a cup of tea and a plate of two bite-sized biscuits down in front of Newt.

“I’ve almost died five times since I last saw you.” He fights a smile at his mother’s frown as he bites into a biscuit.

She falls into the chair across from him. “Do you want to kill your mother? Merlin’s beard, Newt, didn’t I raise you better?”

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Tease (Derek Hale x Reader)

Fandom: Teen Wolf
Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader
Request: Yes, by @g0back2bed

Warnings: smutttttttttttttttttttttttt, curse words probably
Word Count: 1,087


MASTERLIST


(I meaaaaaan look at himmmmm hes gonna kill me hes so hot ily baby marry me pls)


The buzzing coming from the front pocket of my pants would not stop. I knew what it was, my sexually frustrated girlfriend I had left at home was sending me messages non stop.

I had an important meeting to attend and I couldn’t pay attention with her constant bothering.

I looked around the room full of men who kept talking and talking, when I noticed none of them we’re looking at me I grabbed my phone and unlocked it; only to see several text messages from Y/N. I smiled a little, that girl never stopped until she got what she wanted.

Hey, when are you coming home?
I miss you, get here soon
Did you see where I left my panties from last night?
Derek come on, where did you put them
I’m getting cold down there.


I chuckled and quickly typed a reply



I may or may not have them here with me in my suit pocket.


WHAT?
YOU’RE KIDDING RIGHT?
OMG PLS DON’T DROP THEM, I DON’T WANT ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS BUDDies to see my panties
You little bitch, I found them.
How did they get to the chandelier?


Can you please stop? You made me laugh and now my “business buddies” think I’m crazy



You know, you should be nicer to me, after all I am the reason you’re in a good mood every morning, and every night ;)



And I am the reason we’re not living under a bridge, so please let me work.


I finally locked my phone and placed it on the table, a good five minutes passed before it started buzzing again. Now, I had caught everyone’s attention and they all looked at me with piercing eyes. I cleared my throat before speaking.

“I’m sorry, it’s my doctor. I have an appointment later” it was the best excuse I could come up with, everyone waited for a second and remained silent. Then one of them nodded and the guy that was previously speaking continued talking.


When are you cumming home?? :(
I’m lonely and horny. That’s not a good combination
I know you hate it when I use a vibrator
But my pussy’s so wet
I remembered what we did last night, I’m pretty sure someone heard me
I mean who fucks their girlfriend on the rooftop of his company building?
Then we got home, and you couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom. You fucked me against the front door.
And in the kitchen counter. Then in the hallways, and finally our bed.
I’m getting so wet just by remembering
You want to know what I’m doing?



By this point, the meeting was long forgotten and I had a growing bulge inside my pants. I started typing a message but a voice caught my attention.

“Mr. Hale?” I looked up from my phone to meet several eyes looking at me.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that please?” I said trying to focus on what they were saying. After the guy finished his speech I gave a quick answer to his question and the meeting continued. I turned my attention to my phone again.


What are you doing?


Didn’t you have an “important meeting?


Shut up and tell me what you’re doing


Okay
I’m touching my pussy.
And I picture your fingers going in and out of me instead of mine
Wanna see?


Yes.


Y/N has sent a picture
It’s very wet, you should be here
I just grabbed my vibrator
It’s on and it feels so good
I can’t wait until you get home and fuck me into oblivion
I want your cock inside of me. Filling me and stretching my tight little pussy


You want that?
You want my hard cock inside your pussy?
You want me to eat you out and put my fingers inside your pussy?


Yes


Tell me more. What else do you want?


I want your tongue


Where?


Everywhere
God my ass wants attention too


Show me


Y/N has sent a picture


Put your middle and index fingers inside your pussy and show me


Y/N has sent a picture
It feels so good, I can’t stop


Don’t stop, are you cuming?

I’m almost there
I want your cock inside my ass
And your tongue on my nipples
And your fingers in my pussy, playing with my clit
God, I want you.


Keep doing that. Keep touching yourself and think it’s me. I’m on my way


By this point I didn’t care about the stupid meeting, I had other priorities. I stood up from my chair and again, all eyes were on me.


“Is everything okay, Mr. Hale?” one man asked.

“Yes. I have to go, I have a hot girlfriend waiting for me at home” I smiled and walked out of the meeting room straight to the elevator. Once I got down to the garage I walked to my car and started the engine. The drive home was fast, since I was in such a hurry to get there. I took several shortcuts to avoid traffic and luckily I got home in under ten minutes.

When I stepped inside the house there wasn’t a single sound. I went to my bedroom and found it empty. The bed sheets were messy, and Y/N’s panties were laying on the ground, then I heard a soft moan coming from the bathroom. I took off my coat and threw it somewhere in the room.

I opened the door slowly, careful not to make a sound, 


Y/N was in the shower, water falling from the shower head to her beautiful naked body. Her back was resting against the wall, her eyes closed and head tilted upwards; bottom lip between her teeth. Hands playing with herself.

I started taking off my clothes, but my eyes never left her body. I was being extra careful, I didn’t want to be caught. Once I stripped myself, I took my hard shift and pumped it a few times. I opened the crystal door and walked into the shower. Y/N’s back was facing me, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her towards me. My hands traveling down to her pussy to continue what she had started.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come” she said resting her back against my chest.

“I had to come, I couldn’t leave you all hot, horny and lonely.” I said moving one of my fingers and sliding it into her pussy. “Now, let’s make some new memories for you to remember while I’m gone”

It’s A Date

Request: heyo! may i request for a peter x reader imagine where the reader is naturally a shy and smart person with invisibility powers along with a force field and can project purple energy balls? she’s has an insane crush on peter parker who’s in a few of her classes but she’s too shy to say anything or look at him and when he glances her way, she turns invisible fast to hide. (she has long hair which she hides half her face with). she’s now an orphan and lives w/ tony stark bc he knew her parents.

Warnings: None

Word count: 849

A/N: I’m truly sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, I feel like I took your good idea and butchered it. But here it is anyways xD

Originally posted by marvelgifs

Today was the day, Peter Parker was Finally going to talk to Y/N. He had tried to before, but whenever he did, she just seemed to disappear. He had a lot of interest in this girl. She was shy and quiet, but very smart. He never seemed to see her leave the school either.

Peter was eating lunch with Ned when he decided to go over to her. He turned and looked around when he saw her sitting there. He turned back to Ned for like half a second, and when he looked at Y/N again. She was gone.

This always happened, it was so frustrating.

Peter got up and decided to look around the school .He was just about to give up when the bell rang anyway.

When Y/N saw Peter leave she quickly became visible, and ran to class.

Peter was probably to frustrated to notice when Y/N walked into the classroom shortly after him.

At the end of class Peter had his eyes on her, and didn’t take them off. He followed her to her locker, where she couldn’t run away or anything.

“Y/N?” he tapped her shoulder. He scared her so much that when she turned around she dropped everything she was holding. She picked it all up hurriedly and shut her locker. She had turned and was about to leave but Peter grabbed her arm.

“Oh…. Uh- I-I’m not supposed t-to” Y/N didn’t really know why, But her adoptive father, Tony Stark, told her not to be to friendly with anyone.

“Peter I can’t talk right now”

He put his hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just can’t talk right now” Se looked down at her feet. When Peter didn’t move Y/N had lost it. Her powers gave her a terrible temper.

she sent out an energy force field sending Peter flying back, and ran away.

When Y/N was done with class and was about to walk home, she got a text from Tony

.-I’m picking you up today- Tony-

She knew exactly what was about to happen. Surely he has heard what happened. She hadn’t seen Peter at all the rest of that day, and she hadn’t expected to. He was probably terrified of her now. So she took her time gathering her books after class, and on the way outside.

Your POV.

You exited the building and saw tony already waiting there. You walked up to the car.

“I’m sorry Tony”

He gave you a confused look.

“Sorry for what?” Then you realized, maybe he didn’t know.

“Oh uh.. Sorry I’m- laaaate

He just shrugged. “You’re probably wondering why I’m picking you up today.” you nodded expectantly. “Well, I’m going to be recruiting a boy your age today, and I thought if he saw that someone his age was on the team.. Y'know”

You nodded and pierced your lips together.

You turned your head to the side when Tony pulled up to an old apartment building.

“This is it?”

“Yup”

You and your dad were greeted by a nice woman that was way to excited to be in the presence of Tony Stark.

The boy wasn’t there yet, so you had been having a boring conversation with the woman- May. When you heard a knock on the door.

“That must be Him, he forgets his keys a lot” She started to stand up and you jumped to your feet.

“I’ll get it for you” You smiled sincerely at her.

“Thanks dear”
You were on your way to the door when you tripped and stumbled towards it at the exact same time it opened. You prepared yourself for the impact of the floor when suddenly something stopped you. You looked up and saw none other than ‘Peter Parker?!’ You quickly stood up and balanced yourself.

“Peter?!” you asked amazed.

His eyes widened as he studied your face.“W-whatare you doing here?” he asked you, his brows furrowed.

“Oh I uh” you stepped aside so he could come in.

“Hello, Mr Parker”  Tony said casually. Peter looked downright confused, and you were as well.“I see you’ve met” Tony stood up. “May I have a word alone with Peter?” May nodded and watched as you followed them into peters room.

Peter exploded as soon as you closed the door behind you.

You’re Tony Stark’s daughter?!”

“Yeah, about yesterday. I didn’t mean to send a force field at you” you bit your lip.

Tony’s eyes widened.

“Wait a minute! You’re spider-boy!”

Tony crossed his arms and observed your conversation with Peter.

“Well, maybe I would have t-told you if you didn’t D-disappear every time I tried to talk to you”

Both you and tony shared a snicker. Peter did not know what he said was literal.  
“So-” you looked at your feet. “I think I need to show you something. We’ll catch up at the tower”

“Let me just say” Tony cut in. “Spiderling and Y/N is not happening”

Peter turned completely red.

But he walked closer to you. “It’s a date”

4

Finished off what turned out to be a pretty incredible (if intense!) trip with an exhausted and sleepy trip to Disney Studios with @lorna-ka and the lovely @jenivere-crow. And Hera! Then evening chats and coffee at Disney Springs with my very own Sabine, Colorina.

Head canons // Clones x Flirting

Rex:

+Believe it or not, this doofus can be suave when he wants to be. 

+Like you could have been dating for months before hand but he’s still on dial ten when he takes you out.

+it can be subtle things, wrapping an arm around you, rubbing your arms up and down when you’re cold (he’d give you a jacket if he had one), holding doors open, buying you a drink, ordering for you at restaurants, picking you a flower or two / pretty rocks  while y’all are on missions. /the p e r f e c t  gentleman/

+or he can just be sitting across from you at 79′s and say, “You are absolutely, stunningly gorgeous, and somehow that’s the least interesting thing about you.”

+”If I had a star for overtime you made me smile, I’d have the entire galaxy in my hands.”

-let that sink in. woah. 

Fives:

+Fives is cheesy as fuck. 

-”Your eyes are bluer and deeper than the oceans or Naboo, and, baby, I’m lost at sea.” “Fives, my eyes aren’t blue.”

-”If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put ‘U’ and 'I’ together.”

+It’s worse when he’s drunk

-”I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by YOU.” “No, sweetheart your drunk.”

Echo:

+He’s super awkward (also terrified of being as embarrassing as Fives)

+He mostly ends up saying really beautiful things that he may or may not have seen on the star wars equivalent of Pinterest. 

-”You’re kinda, sorts, basically, always on my mind.”

-”If stars would fall overtime I thought of you, the sky would soon be empty.”

Wolffe:

+Wolffe doesn’t flirt with words.

+He gives you certain /looks/ and uses body langue. Good luck with that. 

+When he’s looking at you like /that/ it’s not hard to believe he thinks you’re beautiful. 

-“You’re the reason men fall in love.” 

Kix: 

+He flirts only in medical jokes. Please someone stop him. 

-The human body is 65% water, and darlin’, you got me thirsty. 

-Smoking is a hazard to your health, and baby you’re killing me.

-Rejection can lead to emotional stress for both parties involved and emotional stress can lead to physical complications such as headaches, ulcers, cancerous tumors, and even death! So for my health and yours, JUST SAY YES!


Requested by @13skullyhorror13  I’m always a slut for cheesy pick up lines.

One Night Stand

It took me a long time to get this up and I apologize for that! Look out for a Jughead imagine after this. This is the final part to this series, so I hope you guys enjoyed it and this did it justice!

Imagine Prompt: can i request a oneshot please? id like one where you and bellamy secretly like each other but you two are really sarcastic and you fight a lot and one day you two were on a mission and they had to sleep next to each other in a cave and bellamy surprise the reader by putting his arms around her in his sleep and spooning her. just this with a lot of sass and sarcasm, please? thank you :)

Warnings: none. bellamy’s a bit OOC though.


Originally posted by bellarkss

“What the hell are you going on about Bellamy?” Clarke yelled, her voice demanding an answer. An answer Bellamy couldn’t give because his own mind was racing with fear as to what could be happening to you. Where you were. And who had you, if anyone did. “What happened out there?!”

Bellamy said nothing, continuing to stomp through the forest. His mind racking as he tried to retrace all your steps and go back to the place you two had split up. It would be dark soon, and if he didn’t find you soon he may loose the tracks or he may loose you. 

Clarke had ordered Raven to watch camp as Bellamy stormed out allowing no one to stop him, Clarke had followed scared for you and for her friend.

Frustrated with his silence, Clarke reached forward and grabbed Bellamy, effectively stopping him as she yanked him towards her. “Tell me what happened, Bellamy. And I want the whole truth.” Her eyes left no room for argument and with an impatient bounce, Bellamy sighed.

“We fought. I went too far.” He mumbled and Clarke blinked.

“What did you do? Start from the beginning Bellamy.”

“There was no grounders around, so we ended up venturing too far and then the acid fog came. We took shelter in a cave and we ended up… sleeping um sleeping together. The next morning we acted like nothing was wrong, but I was frustrated. I wanted to talk about what had happened and when she stopped to take a break we both needed, I lashed out on her. She ran. It’s my fault Y/N ran off and I was too stubborn to stop her.” Bellamy explained, blushing to himself in shame as he avoided all eye contact.

Clark remained silent for a moment, overthinking things before she nodded. “You love her?” She asked, her voice quiet.

Bellamy gasped, snapping his head up and looking at Clarke in shock. He opened his mouth to deny what she said, but was stopped by her gaze and Bellamy realized there was no point. She already knew. “Yes, i’ve loved her since I first met her.” Bellamy confessed, looking down at the ground.

Clarke smiled reassuringly, placing her hand on Bellamy’s shoulder. “Then, when we find her and we will, you should tell her.”

“I couldn’t. She doesn’t feel the same. Y/N is repulsed by the idea of me, and I mean I can’t blame her.”

“You might just be mistaken, Bellamy.”


You groaned, everything hurt and you couldn’t see out of your left eye. Grounder’s had found you and beat you until you were just barely alive. They left you in the middle of the forest to wait for your death and there was nothing you could do was moan in pain.

You would die of thirst. Your lips were chapped and your throat felt swollen. It was hard to swallow and breathe, it was even more difficult to comprehend what was happened around you. Your arm was broken, you were sure your ribs had been bruised or broken too, and you felt gross. Grosser than you ever had.

You should have never ran off on your own. You’d never ventured out of camp before yesterday and running off because of a stupid fight was stupid. But as you remembered how angry Bellamy had looked, how annoyed he had been, you couldn’t help but think that maybe this was for the best. No one was going to save you and you couldn’t bare the thought of seeing the look of disgust on Bellamy’s face again.

And as you laid there, drowning in your own pain you came to the realization that you loved Bellamy. You loved him more than anything.

You wouldn’t be just a one night stand.

Why did you get so upset this morning? Denying the fact that you loved him and instead choosing to ignore the subject and been one of the stupidest things you’d ever done. Because the reality of the situation was you would love to be just a one night stand. Just to spend one more night with the man you loved, who didn’t even know you existed.

A sob broke through. You were tired, in pain and hopeless. Hugging yourself, you curled against the ground, staring at the tree in front of you. How long would it take? How long would it take before you finally just died? Right now it felt like forever.

Hours passed. You could even keep track anymore and all you could comprehend was the sun setting and the darkness around you swallowing you whole. Your breath was shaky, from fear and pain. 

“Y/N!” A voice called out, but you knew you were only imagining it. No one could save you. No one would even bother.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” The voice called out again, female and soft. You allowed your eyes to close, feeling soothed at the soft voice. It was almost recognizable but you reminded yourself that this was only a dream. Maybe you were finally dying? “Bellamy! Y/N’s over here!”

Bellamy…? Soft hands suddenly grabbed your face, gently turning your face upwards. You blinked trying to open your eyes as you became all to aware that this was a dream. Was there more grounders? No, you had heard his name. Bellamy. Bellamy. Blinking, you tried to figure out the person in front of you but all you saw was darkness. 

“Y/N…”

When you woke up again, your lips weren’t chapped. That was the first thing you noticed. Second, everything hurt a little less. You felt like you could move again and blinking, you sat up. Hissing when your side started to hurt, but pushing it aside as you sat up.

Allowing your gaze to fall around you, you easily recognized your surroundings as the drop ship. Were you back home?

“Y/N?” Jumping, you turned towards the voice. Beyond relieved to see Bellamy standing there. You blinked, unsure if you were imagining this, but when you saw the watery eyes and his shaky hands reaching for you, you realized this was real. You’d never quite seen Bellamy so shaken up before.

“Thank god you’re okay.” Bellamy whispered, taking the last steps towards you. You shook your head, confused as his hands softly grabbed your face, cradling you.

“I-I…” You tried to speak, but all that came out was a raspy voice.

“You were so injured and I was so worried. But Clarke healed you.” Bellamy rambled you on, pausing to stare at you. “I should’ve never yelled at you. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” You asked in disbelief.

“Y/N, I need you to listen to me. I promised myself I would say this.” Bellamy spoke and confused still, you nodded. “You wouldn’t be just a one night stand, because i’m in love with you.”

With those few words, it felt like your world was spinning. Your mouth fell open and you stared at Bellamy in shocked silence before; “you’re in love with me?”

“Yes.”

“I-I… I can’t believe this. Bellamy, i love you.” You whispered, leaning up against his face. He made the move, leaning down to kiss you and you returned the feeling before sudden footsteps interrupted you.

“Okay love birds. Bellamy, she needs to rest.”

-FIN.

anonymous asked:

How would UT! And US! Skelebros + bleu and Felix react to their crush hanging out with them all day at a really cool place and then when they're about to go home they say "Um... can-... can I- can I kiss you?"

Undertale-Sans:

For a minute, his SOUL stops beating. He’s sure of it, it just stopped for like a whole second. He likes you, & he’s dreamed of this moment a lot more than he’d like to admit, so he’s sure that he just imagined it. He actually asks you to repeat yourself, his voice strained & face visibly stricken. It actually kind of looks like he can’t believe you asked that from him, when really he’s just struggling to actually process the information. After you confirm your question, he takes in a deep breath, waits a few seconds, let’s it out, then winks at you & shrugs. “yeah, sure.”

Undertale-Papyrus:

OH NO!!! You’ve beaten him to it!! He had a whole speech planned on how he was going to go about it, how happy he was to have found someone who liked the same things he did, & who he cared about very deeply–& you’ve skipped all of that to go straight to the First Kiss!! Saucy!!! He would prefer that you two take it a bit slower, but doesn’t want to disappoint you, & agrees to it with all the false confidence he can exude. His bones are rattling the entire time he talks, which is kind of a give to how nervous he really is.

Underswap-Sans:

Whatever he was planning to say in his goodbye to you (which was a lot, because he always has a lot he wants to tell you) goes completely out the window as his mind goes blank. You–you said what, human? You want…to kiss him? The Magnificent Sans? Oh…well. Of course!! Who wouldn’t!!! He’s a very kissable skeleton!!! Even though he has no lips!!! But! He is willing to try!! He’s actually…pretty calm while you kiss him, though that’s mostly because he’s freaking out on the inside.

Underswap-Papyrus:

Oh. Yeah, sure, why not? It’s a quick response, absolutely rushed, & he doesn’t even realize he’s said it until you start leaning in. Then all of a sudden he’s chattering a mile a minute, throwing out his confession somewhere in the mix with how much he likes you & how new this is to him–it’s the most nervous you’ve ever seen him, & you swear you can actually hear muffled rattling sounds underneath his hoodie.

Bleu:

His ears stand straight up as he just kind of stares at you for a second in dead silence. It’s actually kind of unnerving, but then the biggest, cheesiest grin spreads across his face & he’s hugging you & spinning & smooching you at the same time. After he puts you down you’re both panting & dizzy & he just kind of “Oh! Oops, I mean–yes. That was a yes.”

Felix:

He stops mid-goodbye as soon as the words hit his ears. For a minute he can’t even believe what you said, & just like Sans, asks you to repeat yourself. Then he asks again. & again. Third time’s the charm, & it finally hits. He tries to play it cool, but he’s shaky & sweating the entire time, face folded into one of his ridiculously dramatic expressions as he squeaks out a strained, “Yep!” He may or may not be purring, too.

Just Had To Let This Out

Normally, I wouldn’t speak up about this, but I just about had enough with the negativity brought upon our fandom by people who aren’t really part of it. I get that some don’t believe that Sprousehart is real or some don’t even like Cole and Lili together whether off-screen or on-screen, and I totally respect that. What I cannot stand is other people shoving their own beliefs to other people because they cannot take an idea that is opposed to theirs. I mean we live in the age of the internet where basically it is the free marketplace of ideas. At this point in time, we are supposed to be diverse, and such diversity is celebrated because being diverse helps our society grow and develop into something more. That is why I get really bothered with people constantly trying to shut down a particular group by throwing ad hominem or shut an idea down just because it is different from yours. Then when you confront them and try to have a healthy discourse with them, they play the victim card or again just throw ad hominem. It is regressive and counterproductive.

On this note, I would like to call out, specifically, a particular account who I find rather troublesome, @forthepalette .

Dear, first of all I want to say that I did try to understand you by reading your blog. I get it. You want more representation for the LGBTQ community. You believe that Cole and KJ are dating. You believe that the whole Sprousehart thing is just PR. Those are all fine with me. I may not agree with them aside for your want for more representation for the LGBTQ community, but I recognize that you are a different person from me and I respect your right to have your own thoughts and ideas.

What I don’t like is the manner you express them. You come out rather bullish and aggressive towards Sprousehart fans when you express your opinions on any particular post. You often use the Sprousehart tag even when you post matters that don’t involve us at all, like when you want to push forth your theories about Coleneti. You INSULT us. You had this post before which is short of calling us stupid with your believers of the world is flat vs believers the world is round comparison of SH fans vs non-SH fans.

I don’t know why you are like this. Maybe some fans may have insulted you before, that is why you feel entitled to insult us back as well. I admit I may have been rather harsh on some of my replies on the posts you commented and I apologize for that.

All I want dear is for you to just let us be. Stop calling us homophobic just because we ship two people of different genders. It’s about the same level of absurdity of calling Lili a homophobe when she expressed in an interview before that she doesn’t think Beronica will happen anytime soon since she knows that the canon in Riverdale now is Bughead.

I think labeling people for something they aren’t is just as bad as being the things you label us as. It’s divisive to say the least. What if we are also for your cause, but because you call us those names, we won’t feel welcome to be part of the community anymore. Actually, I am a supporter of the LGBTQ community in my country. I have very strong views with the lack of same sex marriage in our country. I was one of those who lauded the U.S. Supreme Court for Obergefell v. Hodges decision albeit it being, technically, judicial legislation.

Anyway, I feel like I’ve digressed a bit and this post is rather long now. To sum up everything, I guess what I just want to request from everyone and from you especially @forthepalette is a little thoughtfulness with how you post. Respect begets respect.

Secret of These Hands Ch. 4 (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Hello darlings! I hope your day is going well. I’m finally going to be active again because my exams are done! I think I did really well, but that morning wasn’t so great. Anyways, here’s the next chapter of “Secret of These Hands” and I hope you all enjoy. I love you guys, xoxo

Description:You were born enhanced. Ever since you were a child, you had the capability to reach into people’s memories by the mere touch of your hand. Even the slightest brush of fingers, or a polite handshake could send you years back into their life without your control. To prevent any sort of incident, you always wore gloves on your hands, no matter what the weather would be. One day, you wander into a French farmer’s market, bumping into a man at a fruit stand who, oddly enough, fashions a glove like yourself in the summer heat. You step into his life, hiding secrets, and finding that he has some of his own. Will you ever come clean? And even then, will he?

Warnings: None

Chapter 3

MASTERLIST


You waited tables for another four hours, working through the heat that carried on through the sunset and into the night. The humidity made your hair stick to your face as you weaved through the number of chairs around the cafe, managing to not spill anything on anybody. Your gloves were thin, thank god, allowing your hands to have some sort of air flow despite the heat. The customers were a little cranky due to the weather, but you served them quickly, and kept a positive attitude despite your discomfort. 

“Have a nice evening.” You smiled at your last two customers as they stood up and walked down the sidewalk, waving you goodbye. You turned your back to them, beginning to clean up their table, mumbling to yourself. “Almost done.” The day had been long and exhausting, but it was worth it. The cafe had been packed that night, and the tips were more than generous. 

“Hey, F/N.” Your boss called you over as he finished drying one of the glasses, tossing the towel over his shoulder. As you picked up your tray filled with dirty plates and utensils and balanced your way towards him, he fished deeply into his pockets, pulling out a wad of cash. “Here’s a bonus. You’re doing great here and you deserve it.” 

You gaped at how much money was in his hand. It had to be at least four hundred dollars. “Oh my god, thank you. Thank you so much.” You smiled down at your gloved hands as you took the folded paper. 

“Go on and go home. You’ve had a long day. Oh, and I’m giving you tomorrow off, so you’re welcome.” He smiled at you shooing you off. “Come on, get out of here.” He chuckled out, whacking you lightly in the arm with the towel. 

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” You put your arms up in surrender, walking backwards to the coat rack where your bag was hung. “Call me if you need an extra hand.” You slung your bag over your shoulder, turning towards your boss. “Thanks again.” He gave you a nod, and you slipped out into the street, walking briskly across the cobblestone. 

Even though it was night, the air was still sticky and you could feel it underneath your clothes. The only thing that was on you mind as you walked the three blocks to your hotel room was the cold shower that was awaiting you when you got there. You were suddenly pulled from your little daydream when your phone began to violently vibrate in your bag. The call was from a number you hadn’t seen before, but you pressed the phone up to your ear anyways. 

“Hello?” You quirked up your eyebrow as you spoke. 

“Oh, um, hi. Is this a bad time?” You instantly recognized the nervous voice. It was Bucky, the man you met at the market. The day was so exhausting that you completely forgot that you gave him your number. 

“Bucky! You called.” Your voice softened from cautious to flirtatious. “I’m just coming home from work.” You let out a soft chuckle as you focused on your conversation, but also on not getting hit by any cars as you crossed the lowly lit street to the hotel. 

“I did, doll.” His voice was warm and welcoming, and somehow it made you feel whole. “And how’d that go?” His voice caught that comfortable vibe that he had when you were together that afternoon

“Actually, despite the awful weather, it went well. How has your day been?” You said as you gave the doorman a smile, walking towards the elevator. The ride up was quick, and you fished for your key that was buried somewhere deep in your bag. 

“You know, ever since I met you, it seemed to have gone better than expected.” He let out a chuckle under his breath. 

“Who would have thought I was capable of doing that?” You said sarcastically, sandwiching the phone between your shoulder and your ear, as you turned the key in its lock and stepping inside. 

“Quite frankly F/N, I think you capable of much more than just that.” There was practically a grin coming through the line as he spoke. You bit your bottom lip, trying to hide the blushing smile on your face. Maybe now was the time to ask him what had been racking on your mind ever since the conversation started. 

“Hey, Bucky.. are you- do you happen to be doing anything tomorrow, by chance?” 

He paused, which freaked you out a bit, and you hoped that you weren’t being creepy. “No, I’m not. Honestly, I usually just take a stroll and go to the market.” The both of you let out a laugh. “Miss F/N, are you asking me out on a date?” 

“Psh, no.” You matched his mocking tone, but you quickly gave in. “Okay, yes.” 

You could hear him laughing from the other side of the line. “Alright, when and where?” 

“Five o’clock, at the farmer’s market.” You didn’t realize it, but you had been pacing in your entryway ever since you walked through the door. 

“Then, I’ll see you tomorrow, F/N. I look forward to it.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then. Goodnight, Bucky.” You stopped pacing and placed you bag on one of the dining table’s chairs, looking out the window at the lit up city. 

“Goodnight, doll. Sweet dreams.” 


Hey darlings! I hope you had a wonderful day. So, I may or may not be opening up requests soon. I want to, but I don’t want to make you all wait for your request to be fulfilled if I’m not able to get to it. Anyways, I hoped you enjoyed and I love you all! xoxo

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Lovers’ Quarrel [1/2]

Title: Lovers’ Quarrel
Fandom: Samurai Love Ballad: Party/Tenka Touitsu Koi no Ran: Love Ballad
Pairing: Tokugawa Ieyasu x MC
Rating: R-18 → MA
Word Count (MS Word): 5,014


痴話喧嘩 (ちわげんか) [chiwagenka]
(n) lovers’ quarrel


My friend Sayou requested for this fic for her birthday last March. Took me nearly a month to finish, but here’s to hoping that everyone else enjoys this fic as much as she did.


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Five Minute Ficlet (Blinded, Pt7)

Love-making with Leonard was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Despite his inability to see, his hands were confident and steady, able to find and tease response from every intimate location on your body. You closed your own eyes, lost completely in the sensation of his skin against yours. His fingers lacing in yours, the hair of his chest against the sensitive flesh of your nipples, his knee against your inner thigh. His hands traced every plane of your flesh, following curves and arcs, swells and dips. His mouth followed the lines he drew with his hands, the tip of his tongue drawing gooseflesh as it danced, sending shocks through your very cells. Your joining was slow and languid, inciting low moans and heavy breaths as you both moved toward climax. The crash of your orgasm exploded out of you in a wave of pleasure, and Leonard moved harder against you, catching your cries with rough kisses, as he thickened within you, suddenly bucking harder against you. He collapsed against you, damp with sweat, and trailed kisses down your sternum before rolling off you and pulling you against him. He wrapped his arms around you, and pressed another kiss against your shoulder.

“Your skin is soft,” he murmured, his voice low.

“I exfoliated the hell out of myself in the bath,” you admitted with a soft chuckle.

“You still smell like sunshine and berries.” He pressed his nose against your back and inhaled.

“I should smell like bubble-gum and sweat,” you countered, thinking about the bubble bath Christine Chapel had given you.

“Mm, nope. Strawberries and sun,” he argued with a deep sigh of contentment. You were nearly asleep in his arms when you heard his voice again, soft with drowsiness. “Will you still read to me? After tomorrow, if my sight comes back?”

“As long as you want me to, Leonard,” you murmured in reply, your eyes drifting shut. He was warm against your back and you relaxed against him, succumbing to his head and the comfort of his bed.

XxX

You wakened with a start, momentarily disoriented by the warmth that seemed to be coming from under you. Somehow, during the night, Leonard had rolled onto his back, and you had followed the comfort of his warm skin, rolling first onto your stomach, and then stretching across him until your arm and leg were pinning him to the bed. His near arm was under you, and you could feel his hand playing in the loose hair on your back.

“Everything about you is softness,” he praised. You flushed and stretched against him, and his hand trailed to the hollow in your back. “Darlin’, I don’t want to get up, but I need to see Geoff.”

“Let me help you to the shower,” you offered.” When his lips turned up in a smirk you raised an eyebrow, despite him not being able to see it. “I’m not washing your back until you follow through on that promise to wash mine.”

“That’s cold,” he pouted as he pushed himself up at the side of the bed. You scooted out beside him, and rose to your feet, waiting until he was standing before taking his arm and leading him to the bathroom. He touched your shoulder, and then traced up your neck until he was cupping your cheek, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. “I don’t want to chase you out, but Jim is planning on collecting me to take me down to MedBay.”

“I’ll slip out while you’re showering then,” you laughed, patting his naked backside as he stepped into the bathroom. You dressed quickly, and headed back to your own quarters, just a few doors down the hall, without being seen, and headed straight to your own shower. As you were towelling off, you heard the communicator you’d been given chirp, and checked the message. The captain wanted to see you in his ready room. You dressed and made your way there without haste, knowing he was likely going to be a few minutes helping Leonard. H

He was replicating a coffee when you entered the room. “Come, sit, Y/N.” You took the offered chair and smiled when he put the coffee in front of you. “I wanted to discuss your crew record with you.”

“Of course, Captain,” you nodded. He smiled and took a second coffee from the replicator and sat down across from you. He touched the screen of his PADD and slid it toward you.

“You didn’t mention you were a highly decorated Starfleet officer,” he accused. Your brow furrowed in surprise, and you pulled the PADD closer, looking at your record. You’d been awarded a number of commendations during the cruise that ended with you stranded that you weren’t aware of. You scrolled through the file, and raised an eyebrow when you came to your status.

“I’m not deceased,” you pointed out. “So perhaps a few of those will be revoked when my status is restored?”

“I can’t see that as being likely, and even if they are, you’ll receive another for caring for Bones,” he countered. “It’s my rather unfortunate burden to inform you that the reason your shuttle away team was not recovered by the Intrepid is that they came under attack shortly after your crash. They had retreat to a Starbase for repairs, with the full intention of returning for you. On their voyage back to rescue you, they were lost.”

“Lost?” You echoed.

“It is believed they may have been caught in a black hole, based on trace residue at their last known location,” he explained. You nodded mutely. “As such, I have requested your transfer to the Enterprise, effective immediately. As soon as Doctor M’Benga clears you for duty, you may report to Lieutenant Commander Scott in Engineering.”

“I’ll visit MedBay immediately,” you acknowledged, rising. The captain raised his hand to stop you, and you dropped back into your chair.

“I can’t tell you how much it means to me, to all of us, that you came to Doctor McCoy’s aid, Y/N,” he began. “He’s come to rely on you a great deal in the last few days. For the good of the ship, if his eyesight is not restored by this procedure Doctor M’Benga did, I’ll be assigning him to your continued companionship until we are able to get him treated at a different facility.”

“Is there a chance that it won’t succeed? Leonard seemed to think he’d be fine as soon as -”

“I have every faith in the Enterprise medical staff,” Jim interrupted. “But since Geoff seemed reluctant to clear you for duty until he saw Bones this morning, I made an assumption that your assistance might be needed elsewhere before Engineering.”

“I’d like to go check on him, Captain, if you’ll dismiss me?” You asked, feeling your cheeks flush. Jim grinned, satisfaction oozing from his pores.

“Feel free to check borrow a book or two, if you want,” he smiled gesturing to a small bookshelf groaning with books right behind you. “There’s a copy of Emma, or maybe Much Ado About Nothing?” You raised an eyebrow and turned, running a finger along the spines until you found what you were looking for.

“Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” You held up the tattered paperback. “Seems kind of appropriate, doesn’t it?”

Wherever You Are || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: home is…wherever you are.}

warnings: none

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story**

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You were worried about your relationship with Peter. Now, this had nothing to do with his alter ego, Spider-Man, since you knew about his well-kept secret and accepted his superhero side years ago during the time when you started dating in high school. It was just the sheer fact that Peter seemed to be avoiding you recently that made you so worried.

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Lovable Morning

Originally posted by streetrapshit

Sweet smelling hair was the first thing that he woke up to. Deans first instinct was for his eyes to go over the details of face and acknowledge how his heart was basically trying to run out of his body.

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Running list of how messed up everyone will be:
(some of these aren’t my personal opinions but the characters will definitely be blaming themselves)

Fitz: shot Agnes, in a relationship with Aida, locked up Daisy, tortured Radcliffe/ordered the torture, experiments on inhumans, is a dick to May, will have even more feelings of guilt for creating the virtual world, won’t be able to face May bc he will think that it’s all his fault that she was gone for so long…
Mac: snitched on Daisy, will lose his daughter…
Coulson: made out with robomay, took too long to find the real May/didn’t know she was gone…
Daisy: leaving Ward behind in the framework (let’s be honest…This is the Ward that she wanted), not making everyone remember soon enough…
May: pulling Hope away from Mac, arresting Daisy and letting her be tortured, saving the girl, tracking down inhumans, will hate herself for being taken in the first place, she’ll blame herself for everyone coming into the framework after her…
Jemma: not finding everyone in time, not being able to stop Fitz from becoming a monster, letting Aida kiss him and such…
Mace: not getting to the team in time, idk?


Feel free to add anything that I missed

A Way Out

TITLE: A Way Out

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 2 of 5

AUTHOR: MaliceManaged

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine being kidnapped and meeting Loki, who is trapped in a network of mirrors. Bored and with nothing better to do, he decides to help you escape, figuring he’ll never see you again after you’re gone. But as soon as you’re able, you return intending to rescue him…

RATING: T

NOTES/WARNINGS: You ever had one of those moment when you realise you’re probably not quite right in the head? I bet Loki has a lot of those. XD

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    It took a bit longer than she would have liked to get the right temperature, but eventually with a sharp blow that may or may not have left a small bruise, the cuff lay in pieces on the floor. Ayrialenne had to stop herself from letting out a cheer at the small victory; she still had to find her way out, which would likely be no easy feat as Loki was quick to point out.

    They had an advantage, ironic as it was, in the form of Loki’s prison. There were, of course, many rooms with no mirrors that he’d never seen, but that still left quite a wide area he could cover and in turn guide her through. For practicality’s sake, Loki went ahead and Ayrialenne kept an eye and ear out for any trouble behind them; she hoped there wouldn’t be any, given that she was essentially on her own on that front and there was only so much she could fight against in her current form.

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strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

ehhh yeah i agree-ish. i know a while ago there was some claims that lauren mo/ntgomery had said sh/ay was somewhere between 15-18 or something?? but that’s…kind of a significant range. and yeah i’m not sure what the source of that was, i think it was in some stream that wasn’t recorded or something weird like that? so, take that as you will. then of course all/ura being a “teen” is super vague; i’m guessing that would put her anywhere from like 16-19 (or whatever the altean equivalent is) which is also a big range sooo yeah i mean they’re probably around the same age but like if sh/ay is 15 and all/ura is 18-19 i’d be a little iffy about that. i feel the same way about people shipping sh/att tbh like, it’s not necessarily a bad ship but i’m still holding off unless there’s like actual concrete ages but yeahh …. *big shrug*