i refuse to apologize for this one

Speak

Summary: All you want is for Bucky Barnes to talk to you. One night, you get just that, and a tiny bit more.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language, sad reader maybe?

Word count: 871

A/N: I’m just getting started over here. I haven’t posted my writing in over  a year and a half so I apologize that I’m a bit rusty.

He doesn’t speak to you. Ever. And you know you shouldn’t take it personally, but you definitely do. He talks to Steve, he talks to Sam, and he even talks to Tony for crying out loud. But he refuses to speak to you if he doesn’t have to.

Natasha insists that he’s just shy, but after about 6 months of living in the tower, he should have warmed up to you. Maybe he just doesn’t like you. Sometimes you’re a bit outspoken, and sometimes you get a little too excited over small things, and you can’t help but be overly-friendly with people. Whereas he is quiet and reserved and basically the complete opposite of you.

You sigh.

If only he wasn’t so disgustingly adorable with those baby blue eyes, long brown hair that he can’t ever seem to have tamed, those gorgeously broad shoulders, his chiseled torso that was sculpted by the gods, and oh boy his arms, specifically the metal one. What you would do to find out what he could do with that metal arm.

God (Y/N), get it together.

You save yourself from totally spacing out and decide to check the clock. 2:17 AM.

Fuck you did it again, missed out on sleep just thinking about some guy who definitely isn’t thinking about you. You toss and turn trying to find any trace of sleep only to come up empty handed. You decided the gym was the best place to wear yourself out.

Not feeling up for attending bloody knuckles, you skip the punching bag and head straight to the treadmill. Everyone can use a little bit of running. (You tell yourself that every day in hopes of actually enjoying running one day. That day is not today.)

You start off slowly but that easily picks up into a sprint as you try to focus on your breathing and the music flowing through your headphones. You don’t know how long you run, but it must be a couple hours. You are desperate to forget those cerulean eyes, even just for a second.

You hear your name called out and you assume it’s simply the exhaustion getting to your head. But nonetheless, you slow the treadmill to a stop. As soon as your legs stop moving, your knees buckle from underneath you.

Someone grabs your body, preventing you from actually hitting the ground. You look up only to meet those god damned eyes.

Suddenly you’re painfully aware of your sweat soaked body and disheveled appearance. “(Y/N), are you okay?” hearing your name from his lips is like absolute music to your ears. Your heart rate picks up.

You simply nod your head, not trusting your voice at the moment. “Why didn’t you stop? You could have seriously hurt yourself. How long have you been down here?” he assaults you with questions and suddenly your head begins to pound. “I don’t know.” You meekly respond, “I guess I just lost track of time.”

He sighs as he looks down at you. Worry carving deep into his usually unexpressive face and you can’t help but feel accomplished. Bucky Barnes is worried about you.

“I’m tired.” You mumble as your head sways backward and he struggles to hold you upright because you’re really not doing anything to stand on your own. “Night Bucky.” You don’t even know if you said it out loud, but next thing you know, you’re swallowed by sleep.


You wake up feeling more refreshed than you have in weeks. You gleefully stretch your body out, realizing your legs were nearly immobile. That’s when you become aware of the warmth radiating behind you.

You glance down at your body, eyes widening as you spot a metal arm draped snugly around your waist. You begin to panic; your heart begins to race and the room becomes way too hot for your liking. You slowly try to pry your way out of Bucky’s arms but he pulls you back, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

This is what you’ve been dreaming about for months, and you can’t help but feel guilty. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, so you just can’t find it in you to enjoy it.

“Bucky.” You try, hoping that his trained ears would pick up on your voice. Apparently not.

“Bucky.” This time you say it significantly louder. Still no response.

For an ex-assassin, he really is a deep fucking sleeper.

“JAMES.”

He begins to stir, slowly opening his eyes and he catches your gaze. It takes him a moment to register what is going on, but when he does, he puts as much distance as he can between the two of you, ultimately flinging himself off the bed.

You’re gonna pretend that didn’t just punch you in the gut.

“I-I’m sorry.” He sputters, a pink tinge spreading across his entire face and neck.

You don’t waste any time in asking how you got to his room, you simply bolt out the door and frantically press the elevator button in hopes that he won’t attempt to come out and talk to you.

You finally breathe when you get back to your room, heart pounding wildly against your chest.

What the fuck just happened?


A/N: So if you guy’s liked it please give me some feedback. I will write a part two if it seems like you guys enjoyed this part! 

hc that:

seung gil actually gets jealous that phichit spends more time on his phone updating his sns accounts rather than being with his boyfriend despite knowing phichit’s obsession with sns. imagine one time he hides phichit’s phone and things turned worse. he wasnt able to talk to the thai skater as he refused to speak with him knowing seung gil took his phone away forcing seung gil to return his phone and apologize. and admit that he was jealous because he seemed to be more interested in his phone than being with seung gil.

and phichit thinks that’s just the cutest thing his boyfriend has ever said which is why he forgives the korean skater and finally gives him the affection he’s always wanted.

but the competition between seung gil and phichit’s phone doesn’t cease after that, just imagine the lengths he’d go for just to get the thai skater’s undivided attention.

just imagine seung gil as the clingy one

Dear Hillary,

I’m sorry.

In your gracious concession speech, you apologized for not winning this election, but I’m the one who has failed you. For decades, you’ve fought for progress while enduring endless opposition. You’ve been our champion, and I never took up the torch.

You see, I’ve loved you my whole life. When I was 6, I admired you. I may not have been able to name it, but I could just feel that our First Lady was sharp and driven and refused to be invisible. When I was 22, I was inspired by you. I voted, with pride, for you in the 2008 Primary. And when my parents didn’t share my enthusiasm – “I don’t like the tone of her voice” or “I just don’t trust her” – I was confounded. It often led me to teary frustration. I now recognize their sentiments as (unconscious) sexism.

I’ve come of age at the most fortunate of times. I have the right to vote, the right to attend the university of my choice, the right to be legally married to my wife. Professionally, any opportunity feels pursuable. My wife and I are preparing for our first child, and before last night, we were doing so with a spirit of enthusiasm and confidence, not risk and fear. That’s changed.

You, and so many other female leaders, have paved my way. And before last night, progress felt inevitable. That inevitability was a false pretense. You should be entering the White House in January, and I will spend the rest of my life wondering “what if?” What if I had pounded the pavement a little harder on your behalf, had a few more difficult conversations, did some phone banking even though it’s uncomfortable? That lost opportunity is already haunting me. You deserved more, and I failed you.

No more. I feel blindsided (that’s my privilege) and emotionally depleted right now, but there’s been a shift at my core. A fire lit. I will continue to admire and be inspired by you, but now I will emulate you. Now, I will let go of the fear of criticism and confrontation, and I will do the hard work that must be done in the name of progress. I need to learn how to be a fighter myself.

You’ll be my inspiration, but it’s about time I become my own champion.

With you,

Hilary
(Forever proud to share a name.)

I’ve got this horrid 50+ yr old coworker that thinks that she’s superior to anyone younger just because she used to teach high school. I’m 24.

One day something new popped up on my register and I read it off to my customer to give them chance to find their relevant info if they’d like. It was taking a bit but I refused to rush the customer and was ignoring Coworker’s nagging to just skip that option. She then actually yelled from register 1 over to reg 2, TO MY CUSTOMER, and “apologized” for my service saying that she knows more than me because she’s been here longer. She’s been here one year. I’ve been here a few months. I’m about to be promoted to be a Supervisor. Hmm… How has all that experience worked out for you? Don’t be a jerk.

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“But I never wanted this for you. I worked my whole life. I don’t apologize for taking care of my family. And I refused to be a fool, dancing on a string held by all those big shots. I don’t apologize. That’s my life, but I thought that, that when it was your time, you would be the one to hold the strings. Senator Corleone. Governor Corleone. Something. Just wasn’t enough time, Michael. Wasn’t enough time.“

The Godfather (1972) dir. Francis Ford Coppola

Wish You Were Here. (Zen + MC) Happy End

I’ve written a lot with this, so I put a read more link underneath the first couple of paragraphs! hope you enjoy! xx (this post is the happy end to this headcanon)


Tears dripped onto the magazine you held in your lap, his expression dull and eyes looking almost sunken into his face as he gave the camera a dead eye. You’d never seen him look horrible; especially on the front cover of an issue, and that’s how you knew that just maybe, you weren’t the only one currently suffering from what had happened.

You both haven’t spoken to each other in a month, you refusing to enter the chatroom because whenever you did so, he entered and spammed it with apologies and endless I love you’s. But it wasn’t enough to make you forget what you saw, forget the endless pain that you felt when you turned to run away and didn’t hear his voice behind you calling for you to come back.

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I present to you the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written, AKA..

The Eleventh Time It Happened! (Part ½)

Yes, you read that right, shipmates! This Time it Happened was just too fluffy and long for one post so it’s a 2 parter! First of all, I would like to formally apologize for the RIDICULOUSLY LONG TIME it took me to update this story. Aside from being busy with school, dealing with personal stuff, and having a bad case of writer’s block, this part of the story is so special to me that I refused to post it until I felt it was just right. It’s a big thing for me because this part basically opens the door to the 993923840234 fluffy fanfics I plan to write in conjunction to this story in 2017. (Trust me, you’ll understand why at the end of this half.) So before you read, I just want to say a huge thank you to all of you for your patience and support. It means so much to me that so many of you enjoy this little fluff series. I am tagging as many of you as I can think of and if you aren’t tagged and want to be in the future, just send me an ask about it and I promise to always always tag you in the future. I love you all! Enjoy this heaping dose of daddy!Killian and Mommy!Emma fluff.

Also, if you are new to the Nth Time it Happened fluff series, here are links to EVERY single time It’s Happened so far. Daddy!Killian. That’s all you need to know.

I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. 

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The eleventh time it happens, Killian is fuelled by a mixture of excitement, and well…fear. It’s harder than usual to extricate himself from he and Emma’s bed, because he’d opted to hold her extra close tonight. Slowly and gently he untangles their limbs, unable to ignore the nagging feeling in his belly that seems to do nothing but order him to creep down the hallway. When he opens Leia’s bedroom door, he can’t help but chuckle to himself. Leia is three years old, and she’d outgrown her crib some time ago. In its place is a gigantic Jolly Roger-shaped bed, complete with yellow and navy trim. Leia had begged for it, and although Emma usually doesn’t use her magic to conjure material things (she thinks it’s brutally unfair, and that one should have to earn things if they want them) she’d made an exception, just the one time. It’s colossally ginormous, resembles the real ship uncannily, and Leia looks tiny in it. (Just the way Killian likes her to look.)

He crosses the room to the side of the ship and climbs aboard, gently moving his daughter over to make enough room beside her. Leia wiggles as Killian pulls her against his side, and she surprises him by nuzzling into him, raising her little hand to tickle at his stubble. He hadn’t meant to rouse her from sleep.

“You okay, Daddy?” she squeaks quietly, nestling her head on his chest.

Killian feels his heart clench at his little love’s words. Even when she’s three quarters of the way asleep, she still finds it in her to be concerned for him.

“Aye, my darling,” he assures her, rubbing at her back with the blunted end of his left arm.

“Just miss Weia a bit?”

Killian chuckles, placing a soft kiss in her messy dark hair. “Something like that, sweetheart. Now, go on back to sleep, love. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Leia yawns, finishing up the patterns she was tracing on her father’s cheek before letting her hand go slack against his neck. “I w-ove you so much, Daddy.”

Killian tightens his hold on her instinctively. “And I you, my littlest love,” he whispers, resting his chin gently atop her head.

In less than a minute Leia’s asleep again, her little breaths deep and even against his chest. Killian tries to just focus on her breathing, but it doesn’t take long for his mind to start wandering, that mixture of excitement and fear bubbling back to the surface of his thoughts.

*

Emma had shown up at the docks that very morning, quite unexpectedly, just before he and Leia had set off for their morning sail. At first, upon seeing her, he was worried; she’d said this morning that she was leaving for work, and seeing her in the midst of a work day usually meant there was a crisis. But upon closer inspection he found that she was beaming, a smile so wide it threatened to fracture her cheekbones. They locked eyes and he felt his heart stutter, overcome by how much he utterly adored her.

“Mummy!” Leia squealed, darting across the deck of the ship toward Emma.

“Leia!” Emma echoed, still smiling, jumping from the dock to the deck just as Leia reached her. Killian watched reverently as Emma scooped Leia up into her arms, nibbling at her neck playfully. Leia laughed and wriggled, trying to bat Emma’s face away but failing miserably.

“What…are…you…doing…Mummy!” Leia panted between giggles. Killian stepped closer to his girls, eyes trained on Emma’s face, awaiting her answer.

Emma ceased her attack, pausing for a second to let Leia catch her breath before she said, quite seriously, “I needed to tell you and Daddy something. I thought I could wait until dinnertime, but I just...couldn’t.

Leia’s eyes widened in curiosity, and she placed her hands against Emma’s cheeks, hilariously staring her down. “What, Mummy?”

Killian watches as Emma takes a breath, and then she makes this face. Her nose gets all scrunched up and the lines beside her eyes crinkle but at the same time she’s smiling but her forehead has lines on it as though she’s nervous and suddenly, Killian feels like his heart is going to explode because he’s seen this face before.

Once before.

“I…” Emma starts, but before she can even say anything else Killian surges forward, almost involuntarily. He wraps his hooked arm around them both but using his good hand, he yanks Emma’s shirt up above her belly button, pressing his large hand against the creamy skin of her belly, against where he knows there is a life that they created.

“Emma,” he breathes, his eyes gone watery, his voice thick.

Emma’s jaw drops in shock, thrown off by the fact that he basically beat her to the punch. Her breath catches in her throat when she takes in her husband’s awed expression of wonder and everything she’d rehearsed in the car just flies out the window. She can do nothing but nod encouragingly at him, pressing her hand over where his lies against her skin.

The smile on his face is one for the ages, and for once her pirate is simply speechless, tears hovering in his eyes. He surges forward to capture her lips with his own, his heart fuller than it’s ever been in all his many years.

“Mummy! Daddy!” Leia humphs in an exasperated tone, “What are you kissing about?”

Killian retracts his mouth from Emma’s immediately. He’d almost forgotten his little girl was even present. He looks to Emma again and she gives him silent permission to be the one to break the news. (She knows in these few seconds he’s planned it out better than she ever could).

“Come here my littlest love,” he beckons, taking his hand from Emma’s tummy to hold his arms out for her. Leia goes to him willingly, her little nose scrunched up in utter confusion.  He crouches down so they’re eye level with Emma’s belly button, and he puts his hand back where it had been. Leia copies him with her own little palm, her touch so soft and tickly that Emma almost involuntarily steps back.

“Mummy’s got a wee lad or lass in there, Leia,” Killian explains reverently, and Emma bites her lip to keep from laughing at the way Leia’s eyes widen to resemble tea saucers. “You’re going to be a big sister, my love.”

“Really? In your tummy, Mummy?!”

Emma laughs at Leia’s bewildered expression. “That’s right, kid. You used to be in there too.”

Leia is quiet for a minute, absorbing this intriguing information. After the beat of silence she lets out an amazed, “Wow.”

Killian chuckles. “Wow indeed, little love,” he agrees, placing a kiss on Emma’s belly button. Leia copies him dutifully, just like always.

“Can the baby feel our kisses?” she asks.

“Probably not. It’s too small right now,” he explains.

“Can the baby hear us?”

Killian’s eyebrows knit together, forgetting just when babies can start hearing in the womb.

“Not yet,” Emma fills in, “but soon. You used to get so excited in my tummy when Daddy would tell you stories.”

“Because Daddy’s stories are the best?”

Emma bites her lip to keep from laughing at her bluntness. “Yes, sweetheart.”

“Have you been to see the doctor, my love? Is everything alright?” Killian asks, a hint of concern laced in his tone. He’d been anxious through Emma’s entire pregnancy with Leia, terrified that something would go wrong.

Emma trips over her words a bit, but manages to answer his question. “I—yes,” she tells him, and his brows furrow at the way she stammers the words. “Everything’s perfectly fine.”

“Mommy?” Leia asks hesitantly, interrupting her parents’ exchange. “Do you think the baby would like to go sailing?”

Emma reaches to comb her fingers through her daughter’s soft hair, thinking about the colossal changes to come in their lives, and how she’s sure her little duckling will handle it with ease and maturity. “Why yes, Leia Swan-Jones,” Emma sing-songs. “I think the baby would love that.”

*

Now, as Killian lays with his tiny daughter in his arms, he can’t help but worry. It isn’t that he isn’t ready to become a father again — hell, he’d been bothering Emma since Leia was a month old —it’s just….Leia. Leia has been the keeper of his heart for the past 3 years. She’s his every thought, his every smile. She’s used to having him all to herself; whenever they’re together, she has his full and undivided attention. She’s his tried and true first mate, his little girl. How will she be affected by the fact that his heart now rests in two pieces instead of entirely with her? While on the one hand he’s bursting at the seams with joy that she’ll have a little brother or sister, he can’t help but wonder if it’ll prove to be a difficult adjustment for his Leia. Entranced by his thoughts, Killian fails to hear the patter of Emma’s feet coming down the hall or the sound of her breathing just outside Leia’s doorway.

When Emma had awoke alone in her bed, she wasn’t surprised in the slightest. She’d known Killian would get like this, would stew about what a new baby would do to his relationship with Leia. She hadn’t really expected it to be the night she told him of her new pregnancy, but in hindsight, she figures she should have expected it to be that way. Yes. She’d anticipated his fear, one that she’d have to smooth out with soft fingers and loving assurances that they could do this, that Leia would be fine, and that their growing family would be perfect in all imaginable ways.

What she had not anticipated however, was the way her heart was racing at a million miles an hour. She had not anticipated sitting on a life-altering secret all day long, but for some reason, she had. She’d rehearsed it all perfectly in the car —three times through, to be exact —but then she’d gotten to the docks, and the way Killian had just known, and yanked her shirt up, and lit up like a Christmas tree…he’d stolen her breath. And her very, very important words, too.

But she needs to say them now. He deserves to know the truth. Comfort him, then tell him, she mentally chants to herself. Comfort him, then tell him. With one last deep breath, she pushes Leia’s door open and tiptoes over to the side of the giant ship-bed.

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But … Improper.
Improper indeed.
He didn’t know how improper she could be.
She opened the top drawer of the oak dresser. And slowly smiled.
Rowan was in bed by the time she strutted toward the bathroom. She heard, rather than saw, him jolt upright, the mattress groaning as he barked, “What in hell is that?”
She kept going toward the bathroom, refusing to apologize or look down at the pink, delicate, very short lace nightgown. When she emerged, face washed and clean, Rowan was sitting up, arms crossed over his bare chest. “You forgot the bottom part.”
She merely blew out the candles in the room one by one. His eyes tracked her the entire time. “There is no bottom part,” she said, flinging back the covers on her side. “It’s starting to get so hot, and I hate sweating when I sleep. Plus, you’re practically a furnace. So it’s either this or I sleep naked. You can sleep in the bathtub if you have a problem with it.”
His growl rattled the room. “You’ve made your point.”
“Hmm.” She slid into bed beside him, a healthy, proper distance away.
For a few heartbeats, there was only the sound of rustling blankets as she nestled down.
“I need to fill in the ink a bit more in a few places,” he said flatly.
She could barely see his face in the dark. “What?”
“Your tattoo,” he said, staring at the ceiling. “There are a few spots I need to fill in at some point.”
Of course. He wasn’t like other men - not even close. There was so little she could do to jar him, taunt him. A naked body was a naked body. Especially hers.
“Fine,” she said, turning so that her back was to him.
They were silent again. Then Rowan said, “I’ve never seen - clothing like that.”
She rolled over. “You mean to tell me the females in Doranelle don’t have scandalous nightclothes? Or anywhere else in the world?”
His eyes gleamed like an animal’s in the dark. She’d forgotten what it was like to be Fae, to have one foot always in the forest. “My encounters with other females usually didn’t involve parading around in nightclothes.”
“And what clothes did they involve?”
“Usually, none at all.”
She clicked her tongue, shoving away the image. “Having had the utter delight of meeting Remelle this spring, I have a hard time believing she didn’t subject you to clothing parades.”
He turned his face toward the ceiling again. “We’re not talking about this.”
She chuckled. Aelin: one, Rowan: zero.
She was still smiling when he asked, “Are all your nightclothes like that?”
“So curious about my negligees, Prince. Whatever would the others say? Maybe you should issue a decree to clarify.” He growled, and she grinned into her pillow. “Yes, I have more, don’t worry. If Lorcan is going to murder me in my sleep, I might as well look good.”
“Vain until the bitter end.”
She pushed back against the thought of Lorcan, of what Maeve might want, and said, “Is there a specific color you’d like me to wear? If I’m going to scandalize you, I should at least do it in something you like.”
“You’re a menace.”
She laughed again, feeling lighter than she had in weeks, despite the news Rowan had given her. She was fairly certain they were done talking for the night when his voice rumbled across the bed. “Gold. Not yellow - real, metallic gold.”
“You’re out of luck,” she said into her pillow. “I would never own anything so ostentatious.”
She could almost feel him smiling at her as she fell asleep.
Thirty minutes later, Rowan was still staring up at the ceiling, teeth gritted as he calmed the roaring in his veins that was steadily shredding through his self-control.
That gods-damned nightgown.
Shit.
He was in such deep, unending shit.
—  Queen of Shadows by Sarah J. Maas
Pet!Rashoumon HCs

No one asked for this. Inspired by (x)

Please note that this is completely not accurate as it doesn’t follow Aku’s actual ability BUT JUST IMAGINE PLEASE I WANT A SENTIENT RASHOUMON

~Admin Kat

  • first became sentient after Aku learned how to use it to devour space
  • is now fiercely protective over Akutagawa
    • “This is my human. Don’t touch my human.” It’s basically a cat.
  • gives Aku “the look” whenever he has to wash the blood off of it
  • if Aku leaves it lying on a chair somewhere and isn’t paying attention to it, it’ll definitely be passive aggressive and knock shit over
  • screams and wails curses if Aku puts it in the washer
    • he has to fight it to put it in the dryer
    • “I WILL DEVOUR THE SPACE IN BETWEEN ME AND THE DRYER YOU CAN’T PUT ME IN THERE”
  • will occasionally refuse to activate if Aku “cheats” on it and wears another coat
    • just imagine Aku desperately apologizing to it in the midst of battle
    • sort of like that one Wan chapter where Herman had to apologize to Moby Dick
  • if Aku goes on a date, it’ll definitely do things to make the date go completely south
  • will play with Aku’s kids, if he has them and it’s adorable
  • will sometimes go “missing” if it knows it has to get washed
  • will literally hide under the bed and hiss at Aku 

woehuxbub  asked:

Kylux, emperor AU?

i’m not sure what i could add to this that isn’t already a thing. and i honestly don’t know what’s a hting bc it’s not really an au i keep up with! so i apologize if this is boring or repetitive or whatever!

  • hux isn’t uppity about offering ren a throne at his side. it’s no secret that they are bonded, that hux plans to take no one else to his bed – even if it would offer some needed political bargaining power.
  • there’s a throne there – or there is for about a month. ren refuses to actually sit in the thing. instead, he enjoys looming behind hux – threatening, menacing, terrifying. he enjoys the opportunity to flex his powers, to show off for any of hux’s more distasteful guests. and boy does hux enjoy watching him play.
  • but hux doesn’t let ren have all the fun. for the most part, hux doesn’t enjoy getting his hands dirty – but on occasion he does, and will, especially for the worst traitors. if one of his trusted men betrays him, hux will personally take his revenge. it’s a bit more of a calculated game than ren’s torture – but kylo enjoys watching hux work all the same. 
  • sure, hux is the face of the empire – but he knows he wouldn’t have his place without his knight. if kylo so wanted, he could so easily tear everything hux has built to shreds. it makes for a fun balancing game on occasion – one of them pushing a little too far, just to wait for the other to snap. they both need the release of a good fight, a good fuck.
  • hux’s favorite day is some holiday or another, when kylo forgets his usual black robes for beautiful blood red ones. he pretties himself up, just for hux – fragrant oils in his braided hair, perfectly drawn lines of gold on his skin, elegant flowing garments. hux particularly enjoys taking kylo apart on those nights. destroying that beauty just because he can, just because kylo allows it and wants it just as badly.

(send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ headcanons abt it)

anonymous asked:

Hi there! :) I absolutely love your writing, and recently got through reading Stillness Speaks. I was wondering if I could request an idea for another ficlet? A certain part (cough-Noct being salty over Reader conning him out of pastries-cough) made me want to see Reader in action, and Noctis being unable to refuse every time. So one time the Reader pulls it again, and departs with pastries in hand and leaves a kiss on Noct's cheek as they go~ (This sounded much better in my head I promise <3)

Well, anon, this isn’t exactly what you requested… So, I apologize.

In this ficlet, you’re uncharacteristically smooth. Then again, Iggy’s cooking is on the line so you’re pulling out all the stops for that shit. FYI, if you’re finding this separate from the main story, “Run” is the reader-insert main story for a bit of context (e.g., gender neutral pronouns, Black Mage reader, AU, etc.).

Noctis x Reader: Smoke & Mirrors

Words: 1,769

Warnings: Language, Mage Magnetism, Inappropriate Touching, Greedy Noct, Like Stealing Sweets from a Prince

Ficlet: Smoke & Mirrors

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my opinions on the signs (aries sun/pisces moon/cancer rising/aquarius dom)

super duper biased (im so sorry leos…)

aries: ive only met a few other aries in my life but weve NEVER gotten along. always starting arguments but refusing to finish them.. and they have a tendency to be immature. they have trouble apologizing. every aries ive met has been very defensive and always secretly extremely insecure but youd never be able to tell until you really got to know one. I will say though that they are very passionate about what they care about and if theyre on your side they will defend you even if youre wrong. theyre also adorably spontaneous. brutally honest when theyre angry. dont have much of a filter between their thoughts and their words.

taurus: I have so many tauruses in my life that im extremely close to. the ones i know are HORRIBLE with dates, times, remembering things, being on time, etc. which at first came as a shock because everyone says theyre extremely serious and reliable. oh well! i love them anyways. when a taurus cares about you however, they will be willing to drop everything for you anytime. incredibly giving people with hearts of gold. theyre so silly and sweet and have great senses of humor but theyre serious when need be. are SO passionate about the people they love. such romantics and so incredibly sensual. theyre so protective and great at comforting people. lazy until they absolutely need to get shit done (but somehow they always get it done). Love ‘em.

gemini: I LOVE geminis. my best friend is a gemini and she is by far the sweetest, most understanding, and diplomatic person ive met.
the geminis i have met have always been extremely fair and level headed. some tend to be overly worried about appearance, but others are the exact opposite. when it comes down to it they can internally be very petty but they will very rarely let it sway their opinions externally. every gemini ive met has had lavender as their favorite color?? odd but a cool little fact. tend to be hilariously sarcastic. very reliable. EXTREMELY intelligent.

cancer: yall are FUCKING CRAZY but i cant help but hang out with you guys. quick storytime: one of the cancers i know cut off the top of her sisters finger with scissors because she messed up her drawing, and another cancer i know lit a public toilet on fire and just left the restroom because they were “just really angry that day”. the cancers i know are TERRIFYING PEOPLE. emotionally you guys scare me because you feel everything so intensely. backstabbers to the max. SO FUNNY because theyre constantly roasting the hell out of people but constantly make me so so nervous. so quick to talk shit. i will say though you guys are really interesting and ive had a lot of really deep conversations with cancers. i appreciate them for the way they are and im sure there are some totally sane cancers out there.

leo: im so sorry to all the lovely leos out there but the leos ive met have RUINED this sign for me. they have always matched every leo stereotype. they are so whiny and live for being the center of attention. incredibly dramatic and jealous. some of the biggest gossips ive ever met. they never stop talking and when they are talking its always about themselves! SUCH inflated egos. so self absorbed. just very stereotypical negative leo behavior. im sure not all leos are like this so im sorry to all the amazing ones out there, but wow the ones ive met are just mean.

virgo: Ive never met a virgo???? where are you people? do you exist? youre probably cool. im going to default to saying that i love you guys. virgos = cool probably. idk

libra: I either love or hate libras. on one hand some of them are very fair and thoughtful, bubbly and loved by everyone. on the other hand though theyre a pain in the ass to deal with. they always want the very best, and tend to be extremely rude when that isnt what they recieve. such flirts. some of the libras i know are such good people though, and they give REALLY thoughtful gifts. a reoccuring stereotypical thing ive noticed is that they all love glitter for some reason. very crafty people. they can be super manipulative in order to get what they want. mixed feelings. judgemental as hell but only behind closed doors. the libras i know love making other people happy.

scorpio: I dont know many scorpios but i hate seeing how cynical and untrusting the ones i know are. very brutal people. but with the negatives aside, their intensity is invigorating and they turn heads like no other sign. SO intimidating but its only because they seem so well put together, mature, and otherworldly. genuine people though, and they are the most real people ive met. loyal and passionate.

sagittarius: ahhhhh! I know a lot of sags and I love you guys for the most part. always up for a good time and so creative. hands down the most fun sign. so exciting and interesting, intelligent and quirky. honestly, the most fast-thinking sign ive met. the most funny sarcasm out there. the people i know with this sign are such comedians and they live to make people laugh and brighten peoples day. its hard to make them mad because theyll brush you and your lousy opinions off so quickly, but that means theyre really difficult to sway when they believe in something. they tend to be right about things, and always have a “gut feeling” about any situation. just really warm, nice people. sweet smiles, too.

capricorn: some of my closest friends are capricorns. theyre the definition of ride or die friends. most loyal sign ive met. theyre the masters at hiding their emotions and their emotional seriousness has a tendency to scare me a lil bit, but theyre just really cool people. you can come to them with absolutely anything and theyll always want to help. such memes tho. good taste in music. theyre so complex but appear so simple. SO GOOD at storytelling and writing. brutally honest, but in a productive way. doesnt take bullshit. ever.

aquarius: ive only met 2 but theyre such aliens i swear. theyre so cool though. very spacey, cute senses of humor, VERY chill. theyre really clever and creative too. independant as hell and sometimes they just want to be left alone. they always seemed a little detached from reality. cool as a cucumber.

pisces: and the award for most passive-agressive goes to pisces. honestly though i love you guys. youre so empathic and caring, and THE ABSOLUTE BEST to talk to about problems, deep thoughts, or just random stuff with. just the best people to carry on conversations with. the pisces i know arent shy at all, but just naturally quiet. i will say that you guys are so difficult to talk to when youre upset because you have this tendency to shut down and block out the people around you. very sensitive and you tend to take things to heart very easily. extremely intelligent and innovative people. you always seem lost in thought, and im always curious about what youre thinking about.

anonymous asked:

bob ships: who cries during sex and why?

hmm there might be some inaccuracy here so I apologize in advance. band of brothers AU where they are doing the do and someone cries.

  • winnix
  • I feel like Nix would be the one to cry when he and Dick finally sleep together.
  • nothing over the top, just wobbling lips and one, two tears rolling down his face and it would be unnoticeable except Dick could taste the salt on Nix’s lips and he immediately stops moving because he’s scared of hurting Nix.
  • which is not the case by the way but Nix refuses to tell Dick why he’s tearing up.
  • how could he tell Dick and he had never felt so loved before? how could he tell Dick that he feels so many happy emotions that his heart is trynna burst out from his chest? how could he tell Dick that he feels worthy and loved and cared for just from one look Dick gives him, just from the way Dick is holding him with tenderness.
  • in the end, Nix sniffs and pulls Dick closer to kiss him properly; to appease him a little when Dick frowns at him, to urge him to move while telling him “I’m just happy because you love me and I love you.”
  • baberoe
  • Babe would definitely be the crier in this relationship.
  • and it’s usually because Gene is such a teasing bastard who always makes him feel too much from his fleeting touches, his smouldering eyes, his filthy words but it’s never enough to get Babe off because Gene is a bastard who loves to see Babe begs.
  • which Babe often does because jesus, Gene stop teasing me and just fuck me hard please I need you in me so bad or else I’d cry.
  • and you know Gene would rise up to that challenge; to give so much pleasure to Babe but only to deny him of his release.
  • and Babe would cry, scream until his voice turns hoarse when he finally comes; his cheeks would go splotchy and his entired body turning ruddy red and Gene thinks it’s such a wonderful sight he wants to do it again.
  • webgott
  • urghh Webster is the pretty crier fight me on this.
  • and the reason he cries is usually because Lieb goes a bit harder on him; fucks him on this side of painful, on this side of dirty; pushing his body to the limit while praising him at the same time; calling him darling boy and sweetheart with the kind of quality leer that makes Web’s cock goes hard every time.
  • it’s humiliating at the same time it’s arousing to be reduced to a pleasure mess; a thing for Lieb to use and Lieb’s words are pretty too when he praises Web for looking so good with tears in your eyes; such a pretty crier, such sweet boy. all mine.
  • luztoye
  • George cries and not because he’s in pain or Joe teasing him too much. no.
  • he cries because he’s laughing too much; giggling sporadically because Joe is tickling him and running his fingers on his side before pinning him to the bed to kiss him dirty.
  • sex for them is about having fun, about exploring each other and be comfortable with it and if they laugh loudly and kiss deeply then all the better.
  • speirton
  • in my head, I don’t think Lip and Ron would cry during sex; it’s just unheard of unless they’re trying something new, something to do with rope and being tied up and Ron spanking Lip’s bubble ass.
  • there would be tears if they do that; Lip’s ass red from the spanking, his hair falling over his eyes; his face wet and flushed from the tears that spill just as much as his spunk.

So tonight we watched the Evil Queen apologize to Snow for her actions as EQ/Regina. I refuse to allow Regina off because the EQ apologized when they are the exact same person.

But here’s the thing - when Killian comes clean to David and Snow about his past, you know that it’ll be Killian Jones/Captain Hook apologizing for his actions as Killian Jones/Captain Hook. No separation. No brushing it off as the actions of Hook, not Killian Jones. Just one man taking responsibility for his past and owning it entirely.

And that is the entire problem with Regina’s arc and the lame EQ apology.

Douce Peche

Scenario: You receive an invitation for a location. What you find there leads you down a road of sexual exploration you never knew you needed.

A/N: This is based off of the teaser trailer for “Blood Sweat & Tears”. Cause I’m a BTS hoe I felt COMPELLED to write this and I’m already working on Jimin’s part. You’re basically going to be with each member (cause why not) and each one will give you a different sexual experience. I refuse to apologize.

Genre: BTS x Reader

Warnings: Sexual content, sexual exploration, dom & sub play, spanking, riding crops etc.

Disclaimer: The gifs I’ll be using are made by my good friend, @nyaaaaaw​ if at any time I use anyone else’s it’ll be noted.

Originally posted by jjilljj

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Left Out (Wendigo!Josh x Reader)

Originally posted by the-power-of-will

(Gif credit to owner)

Fandom: Until Dawn

Character: Josh Washington

Persona: Female

Word Count: 454

Request: Wendigo!Josh imagine was really cute! It kinda reminded me of a dog… But I know you tried. It was good! But can you do another one with wendigo!josh but this he is more human & she,he and reader’s friends were hanging out and josh feels sad & such? 

A/N - I’m really awful at writing Wendigo!Josh so apologies again xD Enjoy <3


“Come on Josh move out the way please!” you begged him. He was sat in front of your bedroom door refusing to move, he shook his head. You stamped your foot down and crossed your arms, “Josh seriously come on, I’m not playing now, my friends will be here soon”.  Josh growled while shaking his head again, “No”.

Just then the doorbell rang temporarily distracting Josh, you were able to push him out the way (gently) and run out of the room. You reached the stairs and Josh whizzed past you, he raced down the stairs and hopped onto the sofa, he was ready to greet your friends. You sighed, “Josh come on you know you have to go upstairs”.

“I don’t want too though”, he whined. The doorbell rang again, your friends were growing impatient and because Josh wasn’t doing what you wanted you could feel yourself grow more agitated, “FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE JUST GO UPSTAIRS!” you whisper screamed at him. Josh got up from the sofa and sadly went up the stairs to you room. You instantly felt bad but you put on a smile and opened the door welcoming your friends inside.


You were sat giggling with your friends when a loud bang sounded from upstairs, “What the hell was that?” one asked. Jumping up from the sofa you ran to the stairs, “I’ll go check it out”.

Opening your bedroom door you saw that Josh was trying very hard to quickly pick up everything he had knocked over, with his hands full of stuff he looked up at you, “(Y/N) I’m really sorry I didn’t-” but you cut him off with a gentle smile, “It’s okay Josh”. You started to help but Josh grabbed your hand, “Go back and hang with you friends, I’ll be here” he smiled and you returned it, “Thank you”. As you were walking away you heard him mutter, “I’ll be here like always”. The words stung your heart with sadness, you had a plan.

You came down the stairs, smiling at your friends you told them, “I’m not feeling too good guys, could you go home?”.

Your friends gave you sympathetic looks as they stood up, “Of course, hope you feel better soon (Y/N)”. Once you saw them out of the door you ran up the stairs and into your room.

Josh, who was sitting on your bed, jumped up startled. He went into attack mode, “Are you okay?”. You grinned at him, “I sent my friends home so we could have some me and you time”.  Josh gave you the biggest smile and he jumped on you, “YES WHAT WILL WE DO FIRST?”.

anonymous asked:

1, 2, 3, 4 + 7 for bakugou?

1. Their physical weak spots

He prides himself on not having any weak spots. He likes to think he could take any hit anywhere. Unfortunately this is his weak spot. It may not be physical but his arrogance has gotten his ass handed to him on more than one occasion.

2. Their emotional/moral weak spots

His ego is sky high, it compromises his emotional maturity/processing and often his morality. He see’s no problem in how he treated Deku, sure over time he is improving but I think it would be a cold day in hell where he would bow his head in apology. He does have one huge emotional weak spot and that was the memory of his encounter with the sludge villain. It’s something he refuses to talk or think about, it’s something that affects him when he least expects it and then suddenly he can’t breathe for the memory of it. 

3. Scars or painful spots

Like his mom he has great skin, most of his scars will benefit from this and fade very well. Something that he hated as a kid because he wanted to flaunt his battle scars.

4. Best places to kiss on their body

The lips. It’s simple and he is one that enjoys kisses all over but there’s something about just kissing that makes his soul happy.

7. Their tickle spots

Intentionally tickle him and he will murder you before you can start cooing. If you graze him so so lightly by accident then he has to recoil and shake it off. You must swear to him that it never happened.