i want to take off with them

2

Something Just Like This ~Jeff Atkins x Reader~

Requested: Can I request a Jeff Atkins imagine about morning after with him. And like Jeff would be so cute whispering sweet nothings in his gfs ear while also saying some dirty jokes lolol omg I CANT

The human body contains an innumerable amount of nerve cells. The best we can do is estimate that there are some billion. It is incredible how there are billions of nerve cells working in our bodies and something as simple as the touch of one person can send all of those imperceptible cells into a fervor.

It’s 9:05 on a Sunday morning. The window is slightly cracked, letting the fresh autumn air circulate in. Her chest rises and falls rhythmically with shallow breaths as she pretends to still be sleeping. Small circles are being drawn on her back, clockwise, then counter clockwise. Then it switches to a word, or rather, a name. Jeff.

His fingers drag across her skin gently. First he writes it how you would normally write your name. Then in cursive, in all caps, capitalizing every other letter, looping letters, block letters.

“Are you marking me?” she mumbles tiredly. She can feel him laughing as he wraps his arms around her midsection, pulling her flush against his chest. He kisses the top of her head, nuzzling his face into her hair where traces of his cologne are trapped within the tresses. He’s everywhere. In her hair, on her skin, and where he doesn’t leave a physical presence he takes up residence in the place where her mind wanders.

“In more ways than one,” a smug tone drips off his tongue as he brings his one hand up to grasp her throat loosely, his thumb rubbing one of many dark purple splotches.

“Jeffff,” she whines, scrunching her neck up. Those are gonna be a bitch to cover up, but he loves them. He loves the way they whisper I was here. I will be here for as long as you want me. I love you. I love you.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” he whispers into her ear, letting his lips linger. A shiver works its way down her back involuntarily. It’s almost annoying- how easily he gets to her. Just the sound of his voice is enough to set her skin on fire.

“You’re awful,” she tries to sound stern, but there’s a teasing tone in her voice that gives her away. It’s hard to be annoyed when images of the previous night and all the nights before that flood her mind.

“Yeah?” he questions, an impish inflection shaping his voice, “tell me, which part was less than satisfactory?”

He cups the bottom of her jaw with his palm and pushes upward gently, stretching her neck without causing pain. The bed jostles as his weight shifts to lean over her, his lips ghosting over the thin skin of her neck. It starts with soft pecks that progress to biting and sucking until the unblemished skin becomes a dark shade of red and purple. “Was it this?” he asks against her skin.

His hands grip her bare thighs, wrapping them around his waist. His fingers drag down from the top of her thighs down to the bend of her knees and then back up. Instinctively, her arms lock around his neck, bringing his forehead to rest against hers. “Was it this?” he asks against her lips.

“Oh hush. You’re perfect and you know it,” her voice is breathy as she tries to swallow her own desire. He is perfect, in every sense of the word. He has the kindest heart she has ever known.

“Perfect enough to make you happy?” he says earnestly. He lifts his head to be able to see her face clearly and wholly. Her cheeks have developed a pink tint and her eyes are soft and dreamlike, like she’s looking at the gates of heaven.

“Perfect or imperfect, I am happy,” she grabs his face between her hands delicately, “I’m happy and I love you.”

“Say it again,” he begs as his eyes flutter shut.

“I love you, Jeff Atkins.”

And then he’s kissing her. His lips are familiar but the feeling of them on hers makes her heart race like it’s the first time all over again. His body presses down against hers and she can feel every bump of hard muscle under soft skin. The distance between them is virtually nonexistent. Her heart hangs suspended in the space where she ends and he begins.

“You know,” she says in-between kisses, “this is why the morning after always turns into round two.”

“Sorry babe, I’ll work on keeping my hands to myself,” he laughs, burying his face into her neck.

“That was not a complaint, you keep your hands right where they are,” she returns his laugh whilst running her fingers through his hair.

“Yes ma’am,” he kisses her jaw, “I love you. I adore you with all my heart.”

“That makes me pretty lucky.”

“Luck has nothing to do with it,” he assures, “but speaking of being ‘lucky’, how ‘bout that round two?”

“You’re relentless,” she giggles pleasantly, pulling him closer.

“Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.”

“Well that would make me a liar,” this time she kisses him, initiating an evocative situation. He responds immediately, his hands tangling in the thin lacy fabric covering her bottom half.

To be adored by a person with such a pure heart is to be loved absolutely. Few ever meet a person like that, but when they do it is significant. It marks a before and after in their life, and how lucky they are to have been loved by a person who knows what it means to love without limit. How lucky they are to have something just like this.


Masterlist

Gifs (X) (X)

The Only Exception (Part 8)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,733

Warnings: language, fire, panic, dangerous situation, rescue, drinking, bad jokes, I’m off the handle because I no longer care

A/N: If you don’t like it, don’t read it. After the posts I saw last week that personally attacked me…I wish some people put half as much effort into helping others and the earth as they do being genuinely awful.

Anyways, it’s fiction.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 

Originally posted by mizar113

Keep reading

Picture something for me

Zack can’t think of a suitable word in English for what he wants to say, so out of habit he says it in Mandarin, and of course the others have no idea what he said. He expects them to complain, because his teachers did back when he tried to contribute in class, and starts to apologise

but instead of telling him off or staring at him blankly Billy has out his phone, looking up the meaning, and the other three are over his shoulder reading the translation and description of the word, and once they get it they’re like “Oh yeah totally, I feel that-” and carry on

Zack who takes note of all his friends tiny quirks and needs because he’s so used to looking out for those things being a young carer he does it without meaning to anymore, being totally taken off guard when he realises they’re doing the same for him and making these extra efforts because they love him and he’s not alone anymore. Friends do that, friends do that for the people they care for and he has someone else other than his mother now who does that for him: these four give a shit about him, they genuinely love him and want to know and work with this stuff

I feel like a lot of people focus on how having friends is a welcome, yet surreal change for Trini, but Zack’s the same and I think he gets brushed under the carpet a little

Frosting and Crushes

Summary: Newt has been distant the past week, focusing only on Tina and their work. You try to strike up conversation with him at dinner, but, after many failed attempts, grow irritated and leave early. Queenie decides to take matters into her own hands.

Word Count: 2,224

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by Anonymous

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


You sit at the dinner table with no goal but to enjoy the meal as Queenie flutters around, stirring pots with both her hands and magic. She already denied your offer to help, so you decided to pass the time talking with her. Newt had disappeared somewhere, probably inside the case, and you had immediately decided against a walk when you glanced at the growing grey clouds outside.

Inside is warm and cozy. You’re wearing your favorite gold sweater. The heat from the cooking keeps out the bite of chilly air rattling the windows. Queenie is humming a jazzy tune you’ve never heard before, only stopping to giggle at Jacob’s red face when he bumps into her.

“I’m sorry.” He says as his face turns a shade of tomato red.

“It ain’t a problem, honey.” Queenie doesn’t break a stride. “What is it you’re making?”

You’re pretty sure she asks it for your sake, given the sounds your stomach has been making since he stuck the pastries he’d spent all afternoon making into the oven, and the smell had spread throughout the small room.

“Special strawberry turnovers.”

“What makes them so special?” You ask, raising your voice over the bubbling, clanking, and simmering sounds filling the area.

“They’re my momma’s recipe. Filled with love and one other special ingredient.”

Queenie swings by Jacob with the pot of stew in hand. “I don’t think nutmeg is very secret, honey.” Five bowls float down into their places around the table as Queenie sets the stew in the center.

“I never said –“

“You don’t have to.” She smiles at him and lifts the pot’s lid.

The rich smell wafts over the table to you. You breathe it in, closing your eyes to revel in the memories it brings back. Your mother always made beef stew with potatoes and chopped carrots for special occasions. Mentally thanking Queenie, you slide your chair back and step toward the pot, scooping the stew in until it nearly sloshes out the side. Queenie merely smiles at you and twirls around Jacob.

She resumes her humming. The turnovers mix with the scent of the stew and your mouth waters. The windows shake, generating a beat that Queenie forms her music around. Jacob’s laugh fills the warm room, and your entire world, for once, is at peace.

Your content joy only expands when Newt walks in, messy auburn hair plastered against his forehead from the rain sprinkling outside, giant, beautiful smile stretched across his face. You glance at your stew, fighting the huge smile trying to break upon your face. Queenie kicks you under the table and, when you meet her gaze, lifts an eyebrow. You give a quick nod before staring back down at your food, trying to resist beaming.

The fight becomes much easier when Tina walks in behind Newt, also covered in water, smile upon her face.

Keep reading

Rhythm of the Beat- Part 3 (Final part!)

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 2450ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut,

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it, and thanks for the love you showed the first two parts! XOXO


“What the hell are you doing?” Sam means to sound shocked, maybe a little angry, but his voice comes out low and hot instead, clearly needy instead of offended.

Dean leans in until their noses are almost touching, hands curled into Sam’s flannel so tight it’s going to rip any second. He’s not going to let Sam back out of this. There’s more here than that fucking curse, and Dean needs this.

“Tell me to stop.”

Keep reading

deadroses (m)

Word Count: 13,694

Warning: Hoseok smut, violence

A/N: This scenario took me about three months to write, which you can probably guess by looking at the word count. For that reason it has a very special place in my heart, no matter how much effort it cost me to finish it. It turned out a lot darker than my other scenarios, and I tried my best to make this scenario more intellectual for that reason. I really hope the two main characters (you and Hoseok) turned out the way I wanted them to: like real people, with a story and an imperfect personality. -But, without any further ado, enjoy.


“Commander?”

You look up from your shaking hands at the boy sitting next to you. “What now?”

He stares at the graphite floor that shimmers in the dimmed light like the ocean, vibrating with every rock the vehicle hits. “Do you think there’s any chance we’ll succeed? An actual chance?”

You grunt. “I thought you were always so confident about our victory, Jungkook.” With your elbow, you strike his side, to which he responds by moving away from you. His dark eyes are hostile, which is so different from how they have been in times gone by. With a soft chuckle you remember his soft stuttering the first time you made this same move on him, the nervous look in his eyes like that of a deer in the headlights. Those days seem like they are miles away from where you’re standing now, on the edge of the horizon that is your memory.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

hi, i don't know if you do this kind of stuff, but i was wondering if you could do monsta x biggest turn offs (like personality, looks, behavior etc.). if so can you do hyungwon, minhyuk, jooheon and shownu please

Biggest turn offs; (Hyungwon, Minhyuk, Jooheon & Shownu)

(Please don’t take these seriously, as i don’t know them personally and it is only my opinion.)

Hyungwon; His turn off would be someone who is a delinquent, a rebel. He’d want a feminine, intelligent good girl, so he’d hate it if the girl smoked, drank a lot, swore a lot and basically was a bad girl. It would be a turn off for him.

Minhyuk; His turn off would be someone who is too energetic and too hyper all the time. Like no, that’s his job. He said his ideal type is someone who is opposite of him. He’d also be turned off by someone who hates being touched or doesn’t like skinship, because Minhyuk as we all know is a skinship monster, he would literally touch his S/O 24 in any way he could, he just needs affection. 

Jooheon; Someone who is too innocent to the pint they’re like stupid, someone who is narrow minded and a person who has a fake image and pretends to be all cute and ‘basic’. He’d want someone chill and who are themselves all the time.

Shownu; His turn offs would be if the person was too loud and energetic, he’d want someone more calm. He also wouldn’t like it if the person was cocky, always wanting to be the center of attention, basically an attention seeker. 


-L♥

anonymous asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you guys knew that one fanfic where Phil had an abusive boyfriend named leo (?) And he went on a trip with a few other youtubers and the two of them had a fight. It was a slow burn, and Phil broke up with him and kissed Dan? Thank you omg

Love is Just an Empty Word You Say - (tw) Phil had gotten so used to being single, but that didn’t mean he wanted it that way forever. Insert Leo, who sweeps Phil off of his feet and steals his heart, and it doesn’t take long for Phil to come to the conclusion that his new boyfriend is an angel. But Leo’s halo and wings aren’t a good enough disguise for the devil inside.

- Eliza

anonymous asked:

I personally didn't understand why Sunset and Twilight would want to make another (though final, for now) trip through the mirror, because they were concerned what would happen to the baby whenever they crossed over. But, I've always loved your work and I'm very thrilled what will happen and I'm sure I'll love what's coming :)

First off thank ya! I appreciate it.

I’ve gotten quite a bit of asks about this so here goes: they’re not so much concerned towards taking “another” trip through the portal as taking CONSTANT trips through the portal.

This is of course, all speculation between them, as this is something entirely new. We could find out that portal jumping does literally nothing to a fetus, or we could find out it has some bizarre results. The best thing to do in that case is to limit their movement - they did jump once (twice if counting going back) already (to tell twilight), so one more jump shouldn’t hurt that much right?

They’ve gotten so used to having the portal that inter-dimensional travel has become second nature to them, easier than taking a plane to France for example! :P

kaixparkers replied to your post: It’s like the 3rd time that I see Karamel shippers…

At this point it is hard to tell if you go into the karamel tag but really just tell them I guarantee they would take it off their blog

Yeah. It’s really not the karamel shippers’ fault. Those people seem to purposely want to trick us especially when they post in our tag. Maybe I should warn people but I’m scared that they may be offended.

I asked someone who used to have that job, what would it take to make the books viewable in full to everybody? I wanted to know how hard it would have been to unlock them. What’s standing between us and a digital public library of 25 million volumes?

You’d get in a lot of trouble, they said, but all you’d have to do, more or less, is write a single database query. You’d flip some access control bits from off to on. It might take a few minutes for the command to propagate.

queen-mabs-revenge replied to your post “hooks-and-feathers replied to your post “Still thinking about how if…”

The only thing I could think of is that because the both of them knew Regina was awake, if they were to leave, Regina would know they’d woken and possibly either take it out on the town, or perhaps focus her energy on finding them and consequently Emma, whereas if they stay, Regina isn’t tipped off and stays complacent? But that’s not the reasoning Snow gave on screen, so… ��

I thought maybe they might have wanted us to think that. 

(Although I personally would sacrifice a town full of randoms for my own child’s life - it’s not heroic, but I can’t pretend I’d do it differently.)

Yeah, I suppose knowing someone random was going to die Snow might feel it’s heroic to protect them. And I’m not saying it doesn’t make her a hero in the broad sense. Although loads of randoms died to protect Snow when she was in hiding and she was aware of that but remained in hiding. To me, this show has over and over shown us that if you rescue the one you love, you’ll tackle the fallout together. And I still think that they could have rescued Emma and either gone back right away to fight Regina or one of them could have gone back to fight her… they could have figured something out.

“It’ll be all right, Candy, darling. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
“My hero. Be careful, though. Rich postures a lot, but he’s not a man to cross lightly.”
“Oh, I’m not taking this lightly, believe me!”

“I’m going to follow him, make sure he doesn’t circle back around. Block the door with something and I’ll mount a chain for you in the morning. If he wants to avenge his son’s jealousy he’ll just have come through me to do it. Good night, love.”


“The more Doyle thinks I’m a fragile flower that needs protecting, the better off we are, I guess. As long as the two of them don’t push it past the threat display stage! But Rich has sent his message - and a little more. If he doesn’t want to upset Arden, I can use that. You squawk as loud as you can next time he comes in, Polly, can you do that?”
“Awk! Cracker!”
“Sure, sure, I’ll get you a cracker.”

stop! // i have too much of yr stuff.
— 

8 words // in his opinion // don’t have enough. 

what he means to say // wants to give you everything // every day, in every way.

if he had his druthers // clothes would be mixing // piles of laundry.

take the shirt off my back // button down black. 

he aches to do more // hopes it’s not whack // in everything, he still believes he lacks.

i got you // beautiful wild unkempt thing.

do yr duties // he’s fulfilled all he can do // in a day. 

take the forks and never return them // metaphorically sharing kitchen.

take my place next to dog // she’d rather lick yr face // that’s ok.                         makes him grin // playful jealousy to see pure joy between his ladies.

who the fuck needs stuff? // i’ve got you as my love.

hippie couple in spirit // we’re just caught in the cog. 

take the competition out // 12 days now. 

website stronger // categories developed, specified, ordered                                   portfolio particular // hell, even got an archer // logo longer.

365 // no one more devout to her talent // her passion. 

he’ll never take the place of camera,                                                     same way she cannot take the place of pen

still, he thrives, ascends, transcends, in her lens // good nights to him                            his words are best gift // he really has to give.

his mind constantly blown // so many subtle details to locate // every single photograph.

seeing yr face as you burn // determined as mountain sun rays // gives him one more reason to say // grace to jah for letting him live.

add his heart to that list of stuff you’ve got.

xxx SirPup Kingston // 04.22.2017

this is irrelevant to studyblr but i have 2 rant

my friend wanted me to take her senior pictures after seeing my work on some of my other friends. upon agreement, i told her that 1) she will receive 15 edited, full resolution photos and 2) she is not entitled to the raw, unedited pictures (90% of photographers have this term). I made those terms very very clear, or at least i thought i did. I edit and give her 21 pictures. that’s 6 pictures more than we agreed. Fast forward a week after her senior session and her and her mom are demanding they receive all the raw photos. I explain to my friend that the raw photos were not a part of the agreement and I’m not obligated to hand them over. Turns out she never told her mom and she refused to admit that to me. The only reason I know this is because her sister told me. 

I charged $100 and worked with their incompliant asses. They caused so much trouble. I planned an entire Saturday around them and they were 4 hours late to the session. $100 is dirt cheap already if you’re not familiar with average photography rates. $100 for unlimited outfit changes, unlimited locations, and 1 session with no limits on time and they STILL have the audacity to complain. if i knew they were gonna be this troublesome, i would have rather not worked with them. They should have just gone to a professional photographer (who would have definitely not dealt with their bullshit!) 

“‘I can’t believe this. My father has cut off my money, I have nowhere to go and nothing to live on - and you want me to take you four hundred miles to a moldering old castle. In October, no less! Do you know what Scotland’s like in October?’

‘It’s dark and wet and cold and gloomy and terribly romantic,’ she said.”

Relaxing in the best way with this madcap, friends-to-lovers, roadtrip historical - Last Night’s Scandal by Loretta Chase. Implausible scenarios sometimes make me struggle with historicals, but Chase’s masterful writing is shredding my quibbles, throwing them to the wind, and leaving me entranced.

Hey, it’s me again, subverting your favorite tropes,

So we all know Yuuri Katsuki would be the kind of person who wouldn’t tell you he didn’t like mushrooms and would let you feed him mushrooms three meals a day rather than actually let the words “I don’t like mushrooms” emerge from his mouth

Because Anxiety™ am I right folks

But here we can flip this on its head.

Yuuri loves mushrooms.

Mushrooms are Yuuri’s favorite part of any given dish, which is why he separates them out from the rest usually and eats them last. That’s some excellent fungus right there.

Along comes Viktor Nikiforov, he of the lust-inspiring good looks and astoundingly poor social intuition. He watches the Love of His Life pick the mushrooms meticulously out of his dish and says, “Are you going to eat those?”

Yuuri Katsuki is still in a state of complete and utter stupor at this point, because within the last week two discrete–not discreet, mind you, which they are the opposite of–Russians have arrived uninvited to his fucking house, ingratiated themselves to his family an are currently dismantling the very threads of his existence. One of these Russians is his longtime crush (who is currently occupying most of his time lounging around in a provocative manner all but holding a sign over his crotch that reads Reserved seat for Yuuri Katsuki but Yuuri is a little bit feelings-blind so he’s reading it as Look how beautiful and untouchable I am! If you stare at me too long I will literally scar you like the sun and also I CAN HEAR EVERY THOUGHT ABOUT ME YOU’VE HAD SINCE AGE TWELVE! I’M DISGUSTED!) and the other is the actual inspiration for the My Chemical Romance song Teenagers.

So Yuuri can’t quite be blamed for saying no when Viktor Nikiforov asks him if he’s going to eat his favorite part of the dish.

“I’ll take them, then,” Viktor says, and picks them off his plate.

HOW ROMANTIC, Viktor’s brain screams.

Thus begins Yuuri’s mushroomless existence. Viktor loves Yuuri and wants him to Be Happy Always, and so makes a point to ensure that a mushroom never even so much as winks at his fiance ever again. He doesn’t put them in food and always ensures that, if he’s ordering something for Yuuri, it’s without mushrooms. When a dish shows up with mushrooms in it, Viktor deftly picks them out.

“Excuse me, my husband does not like mushrooms,” Viktor says so often that it could be his catchphrase, or perhaps a nickname. Viktor “My Husband Does Not Like Mushrooms” Nikiforov.

This continues until they return to Hasetsu for a visit and Yuuri’s entire family watches as Viktor picks every mushroom off Yuuri’s plate.

It’s a dish with a lot of mushrooms in it.

“You must really like mushrooms,” Mari says to Viktor.

“Oh, not particularly,” Viktor says, picking away. “But Yuuri hates them, so.”

“Oh no,” Yuuri whispers.

“Um,” says Mari.

“That’s funny!” says Hiroko, smiling and leaning her head on her hand. “Yuuri used to love mushrooms! He stole them while I was chopping them.”

“Wow that’s weird,” Viktor says.

“Yeah,” Yuuri mumbles. “Haha, weird. Yeah, weird.”

Viktor slowly turns his head. His plate is now Mount Mushroom. “Kitten,” he says slowly.

“Ahhhh,” Yuuri whimpers.

“Do we need to have that conversation about communication again?” Viktor asks.

“AHHHHH.” Yuuri attempts to crawl under the table.

The answer, for the record, is yes. They’ve had this conversation fourteen times since Barcelona.

“Why am I like this,” Yuuri whispers to himself later that night. Viktor kisses his shoulder and, when they get back to Russia, makes him a pot of Stroganoff that is roughly 89% mushrooms.

3

This is the order I feel this scene is going to go in.

Magnus is buttoned in the first gif; not sure about the second, and the last we clearly see Alec is making quick work of them in his effort to relieve the man of his clothing.

I don’t want to be spoiled this early, but also I REALLY want to see a longer teaser to this scene. A little lead-up to this moment, perhaps?

the five types of anons

anon type 1: you’re really cool i love you!

anon type 2: hey let’s talk about [subject that is 100% guaranteed to start discourse and drama no matter which way you reply]

anon type 3: no offense but you’re the dumbest bitch i’ve ever seen. no offense but i literally hope you fucking die. hope you don’t take this the wrong way but i hope you get run over by a bus and die. no offe

anon type 4: [something entirely incoherent. what are they saying? we have no idea. you ask them what they mean and they never come back. who are they]

anon type 5: hey there! i fucking hate you. i literally don’t have a reason lol i just hate you so much and i wanted to tell you that i h