i wanted to make a close up of it so

anonymous asked:

what's your art process like?

uuhhh ive gotten this question a few times before but i never really thought anyone would get much use out of it…. but i might as well answer it eventually so here !!

i start off w a messy sketch to get an idea of what i want, (as most artists tend to do) i actually use A LOT of guidelines but usually end up erasing them as i go. i also usually have a bunch of references, as most artists should. if im drawing more than 1 person it makes it easier, IMHO, if i use different colors for them. (i also tend to start of 2000x2000 and zoom in REALLY CLOSE to draw and end up resizing it)

if i REALLY want the piece to look good, or even just care more than a little, ill do a 2nd sketch over the messy/colored one. i think its really important to keep brushstrokes long and fast, so ill admit this could very well have worked as lineart BUT since im a perfectionist……

ill pretty much always do actual lineart. i almost always do the hatch/shading thing after i have all the lineart down because i feel it gives me a good perspective on depth/where to shade if i feel inclined, or even just to supplement shading. i try to keep the hatch lines vertical/mostly vertical so it doesnt look too busy

basic colors! sometimes ill stop here. 

if i dont stop there, ill make another layer, set it to multiply and slap a light color over that. i usually put reds/blues over pieces, as a personal preference, but ive used purples, teals, greens, and yellows before. this one has a peach/orange over it. I ALSO STOP HERE PRETTY OFTEN

then line coloring! lots of people use lots of variations of this but i like to keep different colors separated by black. i really like doing this to lines because i feel like it makes the whole piece look a lot softer, which is, again, personal preference

i dont always feel inclined to shading (thus the hatch lines as a supplement a lot) but if i do want to…… 

ill keep it to the multiply/shade layer. PERSONALLY i think using 1-3 colors looks nicest/makes you work harder with what you have, and using 1 color but lots of shades of it does a good job of presenting a certain feeling/mood, but i fully encourage going nuts with shading if thats your kind of thing

also, heres the settings for the brush i use for… BASICALLY EVERYTHING TBH…… sketching, lineart, coloring, you name it. i love it 

and i guess ??????? thats all i have to say on that omg thank u for your patience in me finally answering this 

anonymous asked:

Do you have any recs with lots and lots of frottage? I adore you by the way :)

Of course ;) Here you go, and thank you so much my lovely anon ♡♡

Title: All of the Above
Author: kamuu
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut, Slight Angst
Summary: Jungkook bumps into Jimin at a bar when he’s having a terrible day.

Title: Baby, I was so Close
Author: jiminpepper & squsihy_satan
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Summary: Jungkook loves it when Jimin begs him for more, so he brings him to the point of almost-orgasm, which makes Jimin so frustrated and he just wants to cum. Jungkook watches Jimin’s thighs begin to twitch, his pretty stomach clenching with pleasure. As soon as he feels Jimin’s length tensing to the point of orgasm, he removes his hand, pinning down Jimin’s hips and he lets out a long moan of frustration.

Title: Break Me Down and Build Me Back Up
Author: faithful_lie
Rating: Mature
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Summary: Jungkook will never stop wanting to please Jimin.

Title: I’m Just Your Early Morning Company (if You Get Me)
Author: groovypark
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut
Summary: nobody knows what jeongguk does when he’s closed his bedroom door shut late at night.

Title: Guess Whose it Is?
Author: yoongidontdoit
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jeongguk’s definitely just imagining the sexual tension at this dance practice right? Like, the hip thrusts and body rolls aren’t especially hip thrusty and body rolly are they? It’s just because the choreography is suggestive, right?When Jimin looks at him like that, Jeongguk thinks maybe he’s not imagining it.

Title: Move Your Body
Author: novilunar
Rating: Mature
Genre: Smut, Fluff
Summary: Jimin has nothing on his mind but practice, and Jungkook has ways of getting into places he shouldn’t be. The dance department of Jimin’s university is one of them.

Title: Stand by Me
Author: Merixcil
Rating: Not Rated
Genre: Smut
Summary: Jimin and Jungkook start out rooming together for practical purposes and soon discover the full benefits of having each other around

Title: This Must be a Blooper (but it Feels a Bit Too Perfect)
Author: kamuu
Rating: Mature
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Summary: Jeongguk manages to meet Jimin and fall in love with him all in the same moment.

Fantasy AU: Naga Izuku

I recently looked up some things about naga and idk I just think that they’re really cool and I wanted to make Izuku into one XD

-Shouto and Katsuki are already in an established relationship before they meet Izuku. Izuku actaully scares them in the forest one day, not meaning to, but wanting to see humans up close. Everyone usually runs away from him, so he tries to hide, but he’s kinda bad at it? He tries to get too close and they hear them, then they SEE him, and very nearly have a stroke.

-While Katsuki initially wants to get the hell out of there, Shouto stays. Something about the way Izuku looks at them makes him stop. Izuku is shy, and apologetic, and is asking THEM not to hurt HIM. So Shouto doesn’t leave; he introduces himself and becomes quickly fascinated by Izuku.

-Izuku is a naga, a half-snake half-human being. He looks pretty normal from the waist up. But he has no legs. His body dissolves into dark green scales and a long, thick tail. He has clawed fingernails, but tries to file them because he doesn’t wanna accidentally hurt someone. He has retractable fangs too, and narrow pupils. Despite all the strength and power he has with all of these traits, he’s a quiet soul and really just wants to become close to humans.

-Katsuki thinks that Shouto is insane for even attempting to talk to this…thing. But he can hardly just ditch him. So he stays too.

-They end up talking for a long time that day. Even Katsuki can’t help but get into the conversation. There’s so much they don’t know about Izuku’s kind and so much that Izuku doesn’t know about theirs. It’s endearing to see how his face lights up when they ask a question or mumbles little things to himself to remember later. When they finally leave, they promise to visit him again.

-They start visiting nearly every day. Izuku shows them different things he can do, climbing trees with his snake’s body draped around the branches and showing off his fangs. Shouto brings him human clothes as a gift and Izuku loves trying on hoodies and shirts and such. He even grabs a long sock and stretches it over the end of his tail. (It doesnt fit at all and hangs off the end, but it’s adorable)

-Katsuki pretends that it’s a huge burden to be dragged along with Shouto to these meetings of theirs. But he always goes. He even brings paint with him one day and Izuku lets him paint savagely beautiful designs on his scales. Shouto didn’t even know Katsuki was that talented until he watched him do it.

-They begin to realize that there’s something more between them when the gang is jumped by mountain lion. Katsuki was ahead on the trail, too far away to do anything when the lion leaped out onto the path toward Shouto. Shouto had fallen onto his back and was sure he was about to die, the lion stalking toward him, growling. It lunged at him. But in midair, a great tail swept down and knocked it to the ground.

-Shouto was shocked to see Izuku throw himself between him and the lion, body curling and looping up into the air threateningly. The lion hissed at him, jaws wide and challenging. Izuku snarled right back, looking fiercer than they’d ever seen him; fangs out and glistening, body undulating to make himself look bigger. He scared off the lion in the span of a second.

-The minute it was gone, he was back to their worried little Izuku, dropping down beside Katsuki as they knelt over Shouto. “Are you okay? Did it hurt you? I’m so so sorry, I didn’t know there were any lions around here.”

-From that moment on, Shouto is smitten. The fact that Izuku would place himself in danger for him means so much. When he talks to Katsuki about it, he’s surprised by how much he was affected too. He may not talk about it as much, but Katsuki had felt that horrible twist in his chest when Shouto was in danger, like he was about to watch a car wreck, watch someone he loved taken from him. He felt that same twist when Izuku placed himself in harm’s way. He can’t ignore it.

-When they finally mention all of this to Izuku, he is absolutely elated. He’s had a secret crush on these two for so long, to the extent that he’d even say he was in love. He has fears of course. He’s not human, they are, they can hardly be seen in public together… But Katsuki insists that he doesn’t care about all that at all. Shouto says they can be careful, they can make it work. It’s worth it.

-So they decide to give it a chance.

Chester

I could hear
all those things
you ran from
with every song
you released
living your dream

you didn’t need
to play your
albums in
reverse to hear
the taunting
of your demons

I grew up
I cradled your
songs close to
my chest
&
I knew I wasn’t
the only one

that felt numb
that watched the sun set
that wanted something
rather than nothing
to matter

I wish we could’ve found
a new palette of colors
that just weren’t a collection
of shit grey so maybe the world
wouldn’t need rose colored glasses
just so it can make another rotation
just so the fingers of the sun
could tighten it’s grip out of love
rather than anger

I hope you slipped calmly
beneath the waves when
you decided to let go
of the edge you so
desperately clung

I’m sorry that your armor broke
I’m sorry that you were the only
one who could repair it
I’m sorry that your symphony
played it’s final notes in
the middle of battle

you may have already felt
like a ghost in your final
hours but we never lost
sight of the spirit you let
spill from your eyes with
your honest lyrics
&
your highest notes

you felt the weight of
a thousand worlds for
so long that anyone
could understand
why you would
floorboard
it to insanity

you don’t need to apologize
I understand that these plans
we make can be written in blood
washed away with the mud
of uncut clouds
leaving us with more questions
of subjects we thought to be
experts on

I hope you didn’t scream at yourself
I hope you finally felt like you won
I hope you can walk to what you
always wanted when you wake up
on whatever road you travel next

I fucking care that your flickering
light went out amongst a sea
of dimmer specks,
even though
you might feel you didn’t shine
as brightly as you did
so many
used you to guide us
shining brighter
than Polaris did in
a world without the pollution
of smog traced neons

I’m sorry that you lost books
of stories when you lost track
of your scars
&
those consequential sharp
edges are wounds some of us
share as we trudge
this unmapped path

so we all continue forward
under this blanket of scars
&
we still listen to your words
hydrohelioizing your perfect
non-flickering

polarisized star

tsundere (m)

Originally posted by nnochu

⇢ resident advisor! yoongi x reader, college au

⇢ word count: 11.2k

⇢ summary: according to the rumours, min yoongi is a bad apple- doesn’t take grades seriously, drinks as if he has two livers, a certified bad boy™. when you get paired up with him for a project, you’d never expect that someone like him would have a thing or two to teach you about life itself- and how it should be lived. 

⇢ warnings: angst, smut

🎵 song recommendation: something just like this by coldplay x the chainsmokers

a/n: finally something that isn’t pwp????? :”) 


Panic races through your veins and fills up your airway, causing your breathing to double itself, chest heaving in an attempt to calm yourself down. No, this can’t be happening, you chant to yourself over and over. The clock on your laptop is glaringly bright in the near darkness of your room, and the numbers burn themselves into the back of your eyelids. When you close your eyes, the uncomfortable stinging of your contact lenses makes your eyes water and at this point they might as well be tears of desperation.

It’s not like you’ve never had writer’s block before, you reason with yourself. You just have to start writing and edit along the way. Your own voice of reason is drowned out by the anxiety that echoes all the possible consequences of not acing this paper. It’s nearly 4 am and the essay you have so far in front of you is not enough to get an A, you know it in your bones but you can’t come up with anything better either. You could just submit this as it is, but anything less than an A on this paper would pull you down from the cusp of that ever elusive first class honours. And you can’t afford to graduate with anything less than that. The very thought of it sends a fresh chill of panic that creeps down your spine and jolts your fingers into a typing frenzy, spilling thoughts and ideas onto your screen till you reach the end of the page.

But when you read over what you’ve written, it doesn’t make sense at all, just incoherent rambling sentences strung together into a never ending paragraph. In frustration you shove your laptop away from you and push back your chair, reaching for your keys and phone. Sneaking a peek at your roommate’s still form across the room, you let yourself out of the room silently, feeling your tensed shoulders relax immediately as the cool night air embraces you with open arms.

It’s a little chilly to be out in just a long shirt and sleep shorts, but since there’s no one awake to catch you dressed like this, it’s the least of your concerns for now. The balcony that is attached to your room affords a little privacy, and it’s one of the perks of occupying the corner room on this floor. The tranquillity of the cold, autumn night directly contrasts with the millions of theories and concepts running through your mind, and any attempts at clearing your mind are failing pathetically. The residential halls are eerily silent at this time of the night, and as you glance down over the protective railings, you consider how easy it would be to just climb over, just one leg over and then-

“Late night?” You whirl around at the interruption of a raspy, gruff voice sounding from behind you. Your eyes are met with a figure clothed in an oversized sweatshirt and jeans, but it’s only when you squint in the darkness to survey his face that you realise who he is.

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How a Phichit youtube video goes

Phichit: Today we answer the question y’all have been dying to know. Do figure skating legend Katsuki Yuuri got teh booty? We went on the streets to find out!

*cut to the world championship*

Phichit: So, do Katsuki Yuuri got booty? What do you think?

Chris: Oh yeah, definitely! Baby got back.

*cut*

Yakov: …. please go away.

*cut*

Milla: Thumbs up, I saw him skating today. It doesn’t disappoint. The booty is real.

*cut*

Yurio: OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME????

*cut*

Victor, tearing up: Phichit you don’t understand, I had to make powerpoints, slides, I have charts, I got pictures, video, photographic evidence to map the booty but it doesn’t make sense. The firmness, the bounce, it defies the realm of possibility, I stay up at night think- 

*cut*

Michele: That pervert? Since Chris likes him, probably.

*cut*

Seung-gil: Why am I here?

Phichit, off-camera: I just wanted your face on tape you beautiful Korean man-bird.

*cut*

Phichit: So as we can see, popular opinion is that Katsuki Yuuri, ace of Japan, got dat ass. As we can see in this shot *picture of Yuuri’s butt* and this shot *close up*, and this shot *closer close up*, and this shot *just a black screen it’s so close*, Yuuri’s booty is a rare specimen of booty.

*cut to a shot of Victor gently weeping over Yuuri’s pants*

Victor, crying: I love him so much

*cut*

Phichit: So in conclusion, do Katsuki Yuuri got teh booty? Chris?

Chris and Phichit: HE DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

*Yuuri walks in on Chris and Phichit yelling, a shot of Yuuri’s ass on screen and Victor crying in the corner*

Yuuri: Phichit! What’s happening?? i think you broke my husband!! Is that my ass? what.

Some hilarious writing prompts

Alright so a few days ago I decided to look for some hilarious text posts on tumblr and I laughed so much I just had to write some prompts! (is possible to be customized)
(Send me requests with 1/1+ prompt/s. I write about a lot of fandoms and also a lot of different things : one shots/scenarios/imagines/headcanons/chats/conversations/aesthetics/alomst anything) REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

*1. Do I look like I give a fuck?
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*2. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on you again for taking advantage of my compassionate and forgiving nature! HOw dare you.
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*3. Me? Overreacting? Probably.
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4. I used to be passive aggressive, but now I’m aggressively passive. Don’t mess with me kiddo. I’ll be right here. I’ll fucking forgive you.
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5. A: Whar are you doing?
B: Avoiding.
A: Avoiding what?
B: Everything.
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*6. This was impulsive. Probably shouldn’t have done it. WHO CARES?
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*7. You’re really cute and it’s ruining my life because I think about kissing you all the time.
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8. A: It’s okay, I’m not mad.
    A (5 mins later): Actually? You can go to Hell.
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9. I hate people who get personally offended when I’m in a bad mood, likeI’m not mad at you Susan (name), I’m mad at the world!
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10. A to A: Bitch, if you actually applied yourself in like…anything, you’d be dangerous ,damn my lazy ass.
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11. I don’t know what I’m feeling, but there’s a lot of it.
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12. Not to dictate your life, but drop your shitty friends.
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13. That sounds like responsibility and I want no part in it.
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14. Why am I better than everyone? Jesus, life’s hard.
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15. A: How do you make someone holy?
B: You beat the hell out of them.
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16. A: I’m amazed of how insignificant we actually are.
B: Not me, I’m important.
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17. If anyone can do it, then someone who isn’t me can do it.
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18. In the old days of one week ago things were different. Now look at us - slightly older than we were back then, other clothes and such.
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19. I’m not going to claim that I know everything, I’m simply going to act like it.
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*20. You have to “see it to believe it”, so as long as I’m not looking I don’t have to believe in anything.
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21. I’m visualising a powerful mystical energy at the moment.
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22. If I don’t learn anything from my mistakes then I don’t have to consider them mistakes in the first place.
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23. Why the hell is there always this one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder? No offence though.
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24. A: If you ever feel stupid, or weak, or powerless, just remember that I, am not.
B: THanks.
A: You’re welcome.
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25. I wanna do dirty stuff with you like farming.
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26. A: What are you reading?
B: 10 tips for beutiful hair the Government doesn’t want you to know.
A: wHAT the fuck?
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27. A: I’m tired of these constant near-death experiences.
B: (opinional) don’t be a whiny bitch, bitch.
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28. Man, how many eye contact until date?
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29. God has a favourite comedy tv series and it’s called “my life”.
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30. Sometimes all you can say is “yikes” and then just on the fuck on.
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31. Why is everyone having their mid-life crisis at like 19?
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32. It’s a beutiful day to give me money, honey.
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33. Women aren’t complicated, you’re just dumb.
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34. Well this social situation isn’t going the way I acted it out in the shower.
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35. No offence, but my favourite hobby is staying hydrated and beautiful.
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36. I’m actually pretty cool if you give me like 5 tries to get it right.
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37. Today I’m feeling cloudy with a chance of sarcastic.
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38. Be prapared to add a cute emoji next to my name in your contacts list because you’re gonna love me.
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*39.A: Babe, I’m not grabbing your boob, I’m grabbing your heart.
B: That’s my right boob though.
A: Babe.
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40.Every machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough.
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41.What makes me feel like a failure the most is when I can’t remember the answet to a Harry Potter trivia question.
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42.I hate it when I’m really nice…And then people are just not that nice? Like what the fuck.
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43.Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.
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*44.Is your name candle? Because I wanna blow you.
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*45. So, was that just awkward eye contact, or were we checking eachother out?-

46.You know, having feelings is ruining my reputation of being a heartless bitch.
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47.My turn ons? Well I don’t know, maybe some fucking common sense.
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48.I may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep inside I’m actually angrier.
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49.I ship me and that boat.
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50.Listen. I did mean to make you upset and I do think your opinions are shit. But you’re still my friend so it’s okay.
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51.Because my two moods are like glitter and death.
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*52.My kink is closing the fucking bathroom door, because no one wants to see you fucking pee!
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53.If I go to Hell I’m gonna constantly torture everyone by continuously asking if it’s hot in here or is it just me.
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54.Oh my God are you seeing this shit?
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55.Graduated top of my class from Hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery.

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56.A (shows up at your door 10 years after we had an argument): aND ANOTHER THING

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57.I’ll betray all of you in the Hunger Games.

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58.Well, well, well, if it isn’t my old friend, the dawing realization that I fucked up real bad.

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59.I’m a screamer. Not sexually, just life in general.

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60.I’m not racist, I hate everyone equally.

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61.Tell me I’m cute or something, so I can roll my eyes at you, but then blush when I think about it later.

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62.You know when your hair is greasy and it makes you feel so bad about yourself? And your entire life. Everything is awful because my hair is greasy.

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63.True love is having a crush even when he got a haircut you know.

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64.Emotions? You know, I just push my tear back into my eye and tell it “Not now, you little bastard!”.

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65.Are we gonna hold hands, or what?

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66.My soul leaving my body, but with one of those slide whistle sound effects.

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67.A: I love you.

B: What if I got a bowl cut?

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68.I should really stop planning my future around being rich or famous…but I can’t.

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69.I’m aggressively thibking about having sex with you and trying to keep a straight face at the same time. Do you know hOW hard that is?

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70.My opinion is no.

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71.Did you fall from heaven, because so did Satan.

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72.What to hear a fairytale? Once upon a time you weren’t such a little bitch.

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73.Which is messier - my life or my hair?

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74.How can you face the problem when the problem is your face?

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75.Sometimes I wonder what it feels like to know wHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

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76.Read a girl who dates books.

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77.My hands are cold let me put them in your pants.

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78.I’m sorry, you must be at least level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory.

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79.My therapist once told me that I have this obsession with seeking revenge…we’ll see about that.

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80.You have lips, I have lips…interesting.

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81.Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on?

/PART TWO/


/170715 ; a Temporary side note: please for the moment don’t send me requests with the numbers that have a (*). I’ve received so many requests with those, I’m starting to run out of ideas :D Thank you ! / - persuasivus

Humans Are Weird: Repellent

What if Earth wasn’t the only planet with mosquitos? Mosquitos are like a scourge to aliens, drinking blood and swarming around. Not to mention the possible diseases you can contract. So most planets with mosquitos were labeled uninhabitable and forgotten about, as they are nearly impossible to completely purge from a planet. That is, until humans come and start exploring all those “uninhabitable” planets that are perfect for them.

The Sentinel was a C-class explorer star ship, one of the first to explore the Beta Quadrant. It was part of the new Inter-Human Inclusion Program to help integrate humans into alien societies and familiarize species with one another. As such the Sentinel’s crew was roughly half and half, half human and half other aliens.

Today they were exploring planet S-00202B74, an organic planet with life and an atmosphere reliant on oxygen. The human crew had taken to nick-naming the planet Soo, saying the previous name was too long. The excursion crew contained two humans, Anna and Martin, and three aliens, Ja'rin, Urt'arg, and Kyr.

Soo was a swampy planet, 92 percent water but filled with life. Less than a minute after being on the planets porous surface, Anna suddenly smacked her arm angrily. “Why did you do that?!” Kyr exclaimed. A red handprint was forming on the woman’s bicep, but she smiled smugly. “Not to worry, just got a bloodsucker is all.” She wiped her palm on her leg. Ja'rin looked up fearfully, “A what now?” Martin waved his hand, “You know, mosquitos. I figured after leaving Earth I’d never have to see one again… .” He grimaced as he thought about it.

Ja'rin frantically looked at their exposed tentacles, “Oh no, we have to go back! These things eat you alive!” Anna came up to him, “Hey relax buddy, it’ll be fine! All we need is some bug spray.”

“Some what?”

“Insect repellant. You know, this stuff,” She said as she dug a small bottle out of her back pack. She uncapped it and sprayed the contents over her clothes, arms, and legs. “Pass it here,” Martin called. He repeated the strange ablutions. The normally quiet Urt'arg watched closely with their six blue eyes. “What is that?” they snorted. Martin replied, “It’s a chemical that repels bugs, makes it so they don’t want to bite you.”

Quite quickly for an alien with tentacles and not legs, Ja'rin was at the human’s side, “Could I borrow some? Please?” Martin resisted laughing, “Sure sure, but, hmm,” he looked at Ja'rin’s purplish tentacles, “maybe don’t use it directly on your skin. You absorb stuff really easily, and this might hurt you if you absorb too much.” Ja'rin hesitated now, “Hurt me? Why would that hurt me?”

Anna piped up, “I mean, it is poison after all. I think if you just put it on your uniform you’ll be okay.” Urt'arg’s globular eyes turned yellow and they garbled, “You- You put poison, just, all over you? To keep bugs off? Are you insane!?” Anna shrugged, “Hey, it’s a common thing on Earth. You don’t have to use it if you don’t want.”

None of the aliens took the offer to use the spray, but instead grabbed special suits from the ship. Oddly they didn’t touch either human until they returned to the Sentinel and washed.

The crew made their report to the Captain, Eisa and Muir, but Kyr stayed behind. “Captain, I have a report to add to the Human Manual. When in a hostile environment, more specifically one with aggressive insects, instead of fleeing or even putting on protective gear, humans will cover their bodies in poisonous chemicals to protect themselves.” Eisa blinked, and Muir asked, “I’m sorry, but what?” Kyr nodded, “On the mission, the planet had mosquitos! Instead of turning back, they just pulled out bottles of poison, like it was normal, and covered themselves in it. I guess it worked, they didn’t get bit after that, but I can’t believe they’d do that. It seems dangerous,” Eisa-Muir stood up with a sigh, their two heads having a silent conversation and sharing a look. “Thank you for the report,” Muir said. “You are dismissed,” said Eisa.

After Kyr left, Muir thought to Eisa, “What have we gotten ourselves into?”

(If anyone wants to, you can add to this. I know my writing is below par, sorry)

This Moment

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Words: 941

Warnings: NSFW gifs. Masturbating. Fingering. Oral. Sex.

Anon asked “Could you write a fluffy smut with Tom holland and a plussizey (little bit you know-but not too much) confident reader? (:”

A/N: This was very fun to write I’m not gonna lie. Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Originally posted by parkery

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Professional Behavior, Please

Request: @hmltntrsh51  Prompt 18 with Bucky? Maybe smut? (That parts up to you) But congrats on 2,000 followers!!!!!!!

@widowsfics   And also a smut one with 13 and 18 with Bucky pleasee

Prompts:   13)  “You can hurt yourself with that- *uses weapon skillfully*
You were saying?”

18)  ‘Let’s talk dirty to each other.’ ‘Babe… we’re at work. Remember? Professional. Behavior. Please.’

Words: 1327

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Today is my birthday but you are the ones who win this gift.

Warnings: SMUT PURE DIRTY SEX ( FINGERING, DIRTY TALK, ORAL SEX ) DONT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE PLEASE 

Thank you @widowsfics for beta this for me

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Originally posted by avengershaveboobs

Visiting Bucky at work was one of your favorite things to do, you love how he kisses your cheek when he sees you, how he introduces you as his best girl to every single person that you to meet in the halls and how he always has his arm protectively around you.

But for sure your favorite part is watching him train, seeing his muscles move and how much he gets into what he is doing makes you feel things that you shouldn’t feel at your work place “Come on, babe kick his ass. Finish him and I will kiss you all over that beautiful face.” You said cheerfully, making him pin Steve down in seconds on the floor.

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Stolen Clothes - Peter Parker

Prompt: Reader is afraid of thunder/lightning and there is a freak thunderstorm, and her best friend, Peter Parker, has to comfort her.

Words: 2,499

Warnings: None- fluff mainly.


Bolts of bright light cracked across the dark sky. The constant breakouts of lightning flashes through your thick curtains. Booming of ground shaking thunder shook your dead apartment unevenly. 

You were curled up in your bed eye glued on the TV screen out of fear. The storm knocked out the satellite being the reason you were staring at a frozen screen for the last half an hour. You hid your body from the horrid weather under a mound of warm blankets fresh out of the dryer.

Fuzzy socks covered your feet and a steaming cup of hot chocolate rested untouched on your nightstand. Paralyzed with fear you didn’t dare move a muscle. Even though you hated thunder storms you couldn’t bring yourself to look away from the rain pounding against your window. It was like the scene of a car crash, the best thing was to avoid the mess but it was almost impossible to think about anything else.

A loud crash hit your window earning a screeching yelp from yourself. The stray branch from a tree outside blew in the wind knocking the glass continuously. You parents fell asleep in pure bliss to the tempest leaving you to wallow in your lonesome. 

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Home Invasion (Peter Parker x Reader)-Part 1

Character Pairing: Tom Holland’s Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 3,140 (might have changed I went back a revised a bit)

Warning: Rape mentions, cussing, literally the title (if that’s even a warning you never know with Tumblr)

 You hated being home alone. When your parents first told you that they had to go to a family friend’s wedding, you panicked. You pleaded to go with them, not because you had wanted to see the ceremony, but because you couldn’t stand the thought of sleeping in the apartment all by yourself. Of course they had said no, just for the sake of airfare prices, but it wasn’t that much of a letdown since you didn’t even know the bride and groom anyways. Being the stubborn girl you were though, you were relentless with your parents about going, until they finally bribed you into keeping your mouth shut. 

 Not surprisingly, you spent half of the money they gave you on takeout food, since cooking for one is just too much of a hassle. Plus, cooking for just yourself was yet another reminder that you were completely alone in your apartment. 

 Grabbing the brown paper bag of food and a soda, you made your way over to your room. You plopped down on your bed, and began to flip through channels on your T.V. It didn’t take long to find a good movie, this one in particular was actually one of your favorites, so you were quite content, getting swept up into the storyline almost immediately.

 Although, at some point while watching, you felt a wave of loneliness hit you so abruptly, it made your heart sore. You all of a sudden craved the presence of another person with you, just to keep you company. Knowing this feeling wouldn’t go away on it’s own, you called the first person you wanted to be with at the moment. Your best friend, Peter Parker.

 Tapping on his contact, and putting your phone to your ear, you waited patiently while listening to the dial go off every few seconds. Normally, he’d pick up within seconds, the sound of his eager voice greeting you was what you had expected. But after a couple of minutes of waiting, when he answered, he spoke in a low, hushed tone. “Hey [Y/N.]”

 “Hey Peter, so my parents aren’t home now and I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to come over a-”

 You stopped talking when you heard shuffling sounds and yelling on Peter’s line. Where was he? “Parker, are you okay? What’s going on?” You questioned, your voice heavy with concern. 

 As the phone was silent, you stood up from your bed and began pacing nervously, waiting for him to answer. Your worry only began to heighten every time a sound other than Peter’s voice emitted from your cell. You began to consider hanging up on him and dialing 911, but then you realized that would be pointless since you have no clue where he is. He definitely wasn’t at home judging from the sounds of cars every so often. Finally, after a few minutes of waiting anxiously, he responded. “Look [Y/N],” he sighed, a bit of guilt laced in his voice, “As much as I’d like to come over, I’m sorta caught up with some stuff right now.”

 You frowned, not only because he was rain checking yet again- even more-so when he knew you were all alone, but also because you were distraught about this whole phone call. Why was he acting so weird? Peter had been acting off for a while now, but this was a whole new level for him.

 “I’m sorry, I know how much you hate being home alone,” he whispered now, rushing through his words as if he just wanted to end the phone call, which made you even more upset. “I’ll make it up to you though, I promise.”

 As you heard the three beeps that signaled Peter had hung up, tears began forming in your eyes, causing a stinging sensation. Closing them, you pressed your fingers against your eyelids, trying to wipe away the feeling. How could he be so indifferent with you?

 Peter had been different for a while now, and you’ve grown so used to this side of him, you chose to ignore it for the most part, almost becoming blind to it. Almost. Every now and then, you would catch him in a lie while he tried to make an excuse up for why he didn’t have time to hangout with you, but you never dared to confront him about it. It just wasn’t your style. Well, it wasn’t your style until now. This was your last straw, and you promised yourself the next time you see him, you’d ask him what his problem is.

 Although you didn’t want to admit it, you were scared Peter was just blowing you off because he didn’t want to be your friend anymore. Maybe he was getting sick of you, found you to be clingy, and he was just too sweet of a guy to ever say that to your face. It was a horrible thought that made your heart hurt every time you’d think about it.

 You sat on the edge of your bed, shoulders hunched forward and your head in your hands just crying, drowning in your thoughts. Even though Peter had done this for a while now, it just dawned on you how much you missed him. The intense pain of loneliness you had felt before dulled out after a while but it still hurt. You somehow knew this discomfort you felt wouldn’t go away until you could see Peter again. You wanted to hear his melodic laugh as you told him a joke, and hell, you would sign up to be a comedian if it meant listening to that forever. You wanted to see his cute little grin when he’d walk up to your locker in the hallways at school, greeting you, his eyes lighting up when you smiled sweetly back at him. You missed the science banter between him and Ned, always being on his side, even if he was wrong. You couldn’t wait to see the next time he’d awkwardly stumble, and you as always, would laugh your ass off as you watched his cheeks bloom with a tint a of red. Don’t even get started on the way he speaks with such passion about the Stark internship. He was so dedicated to the job, it made you happy he found something that he loved so much. You missed everything about him. 

As you dozed asleep, emotionally and physically drained, you had one last thought before you completely slipped unconscious.

 I think I like Peter Parker.


 You woke up to the sound of glass breaking outside of your bedroom. It sounded a bit muffled, but it was loud enough to wake you up. Maybe it was just a cup falling in the kitchen, you tried to reassure yourself. A few moments after the crash though, you heard the distinct sound of footsteps. They sounded a bit farther off outside your room, but you knew for sure that these noises were coming from your apartment.

 Now fully alert, you swung your legs around to the side of your mattress and stood up cautiously, not wanting to make any noise. Your heart began to thump hard against your chest as you tiptoed silently to your door. A plan of escape began to form in your head, which had nothing to do with going through the main doors as an exit, but you wanted to see the intruder’s face before leaving. After all, if the police were to catch this guy when you notified them later on, they’re going to need a description. Grasping the doorknob, and giving it a slow turn, you smoothly swiveled your door open and poked your head out.

 Your eyes scanned your apartment, quickly locating the invader. Judging by their height and broader shoulders, this person was a man. His back was facing you as he was tearing apart your living room, not even bothering to keep the noise level down. 

 That’s when a thought popped in your head. He seemed to have known that your parents would be gone, since he obviously isn’t being quite stealthy. This is someone you knew. Someone who was a neighbor in your apartment. He must have assumed you had gone away with your parents if he was being so careless at the moment.

 Breaking yourself out of thought, you suddenly had a brilliant idea. It would just take being careful and waiting for the perfect moment. Grabbing your cell phone from the pocket of your hoodie, you opened the camera app, holding it up to the man. As you were waiting for the burglar to turn his face, something caught your eye on the phone screen. Squinting to try and make out what it was in the dark, your eyes widened as you put your hand over your mouth in horror when you realized what he was holding. It was a knife.

 At this point, you honestly couldn’t care less if you shot a good picture of his face or not, you just wanted to get the hell out of there. Preparing yourself, you took a deep breath and with shaking fingers, pressed the camera button.

 You knew what your mistake was seconds too late. 

 You kept the flash setting on.

 The whole living room lit up in a bright light, the burglar whipping his head in your direction. This man definitely lived in your apartment, you’ve seen him around before, but you never learned his name.

  When his cold, menacing eyes met yours, you felt the dread of your mistake wash over your whole body like a wave. It was the most horrible feeling you’ve ever felt, the realization of how dangerous this whole situation was, now that he knew you were here.

 Thinking fast, you swiftly slammed your door shut, locked it, and pushed a chair up against it. You didn’t know how you even managed to do that, since your whole body was shaking due to the fear coursing through you like venom. You ran towards your window, beginning to turn all the safety locks your parents had installed on it. 

 “You can’t escape from me, [Y/N].” The man said, his voice so sinister sounding, you couldn’t help it as a chill ran down your spine. The way he addressed you was so… final. Almost as if he was one hundred percent sure he was going to catch you. Finalize you.

 Heart rate quickening at that thought, you began using all the strength in your arms to pull up the window, but cursing loudly to yourself when it wouldn’t budge. The locks were jammed from all the years of never opening this window, you always opened the smaller one, but you were much too big to fit through that one.

 “C’mon [Y/N], think, think, think,” muttering to yourself as your eyes scanned across your room, until they landed on baseball bat. You couldn’t help yourself as you let out a cry of relief, rushing over to the other side of your room to grab it.

 Ironically enough, you always kept that baseball bat beside your bed in case anything like this were to happen. You could cry you felt so grateful that your past self was crazy-cautious enough to go through the measures of putting it there.

 You were just about to swing the baseball bat into the window to smash it when you heard it.

 First, it was just heavy pounding against your door.

 Then it was the distinct sound of wood cracking under pressure.

 He was breaking down your door.

 Knowing your door would only take a few more blows, you hastily struck your window with the bat, the sound of breaking glass sharp in your ears. The cold city wind rushed in as soon as the window had been smashed, nipping at your nose, but you didn’t care.

 You had to keep moving if you wanted to make it out of this alive.

 You swung one of your legs out of the window, straddling it, and planted your foot on the fire escape platform. The glass was cutting into your thighs and hands but you didn’t feel anything at the moment. You were numb, the only thing that mattered was escaping. 

 As you began to bring your other leg around the window sill, you saw a shadow move in the corner of your eye. Your neck snapped to the side and you couldn’t help it as you let out a shrill shriek, seeing the man break through the door with a loud CRACK, not even pausing as he stalked towards you. You stumbled onto the fire escape, and strangely enough, the panic didn’t fully set in until now. Panicking lead to not being able to think straight, and not being able to think straight lead you to making possibly the worst decision you’ve ever made: you started running up the stairs instead of down.

 A sob escaped your lips when the realization of this mistake hit you, but it was too late anyways. The man was behind you, already climbing the set of stairs you just finished going up. You didn’t dare to look back, fearing that you would freeze up if you didn’t like how close he was getting to you.

 What would happen once you reached the top? There was nowhere to go once you got to the roof. Would the man quickly end your life, so there were no witnesses to his burglary, or would he make you suffer? A shudder ran through your body as you thought about the possible ways he could slowly kill you off. 

 You didn’t know whether or not this was the final chapter to your life, but one thing was for sure. You would keep fighting until there was no use. When you couldn’t run anymore, you would crawl. When you couldn’t crawl anymore, you would drag yourself inch by inch, still trying to get away. That’s just how you were. You were too stubborn to give up.

 You were so swept up in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize you had reached the top. That’s when the fear that you had pushed away this whole time, tucking it into a corner of your mind, was rushing back with an overwhelmingly intenseness to it. The feeling was so strong, it knocked the wind out of you, leaving you a heaving mess, gasping for air. This was it. You were done for.

 And he knew it. 

 The man chuckled, probably because you now stood in front of him, all thoughts of escape gone. You were like a deer in headlights. Eyes wide, moving sporadically, feet planted, body frozen in place. Not knowing where to go. 

 Ever since you were young, you’d always made fun of the stupid teenage girls in horror movies that just stood in place as the killer approached them. Now in their place, you gulped down the lump in your throat as you realized how they had felt.

 The knife in his hand gleamed under the moonlight, now so foreboding-looking, you couldn’t help it as tears began to form in your eyes. Being the stubborn girl you’ve always been -not wanting to show any signs of weakness, you fought them, trying to not let any spill, but it was too late. They were already silently streaming down your cheeks.

 As you started backing away from him, not daring to turn around in fear he would jab his knife in your back, it didn’t hit you until you felt the heel of your shoe step back into nothingness: this was the edge of the roof. You had gone your limit, and now there was truly nowhere to run. A sharp pain poked at your stomach, and you let out a whimper as you looked down to see the tip of the blade pointed at you. The man was now so close, your chests were almost touching, which made you shudder with disgust. You squeezed your eyes shut tight, waiting for him to make the final move of killing you. But that never happened. 

 “Now, why don’t we stop playing games,” he said, jabbing the knife against your skin a bit more, “And let’s start having some fun.” His disgustingly grimy hands skimmed the waistband of your jeans, tugging them slightly and you recoiled as much as you could. As he began unbottoning your pants, thoughts raced your mind so fast, it was hard to keep track of them. 

 It was the way he said it that made you have a feeling what he was about to do to you would be far worse than death. So cold and unforgiving. He was looking for another way to show that he had more power than you, more control. He wanted you to be scared and backed into a corner, that’s just the way his sick, twisted mind worked. But you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of this: you refused to.

 “Fuck you.” You said, surprising even yourself with the way you managed to snap out those two words. It was so hatred-filled that if words could kill people, this man would be dead and gone. You spit in his face just to have one last accomplishment before you did it.

 Before you let yourself fall back.


 All you remember about falling was screaming. Screaming so loud you felt like you might rip your vocal cords in half. But you weren’t the only one screaming, the wind was too. It was whipping past your ears, blowing your hair in all different directions as you free-fell at a killer speed. This was it. You were going to die. You thought of your mom and dad, and your heart shattered in half as you realized they may think you had just wanted to commit suicide. If only they knew.

 Just as you began squeezing your eyes shut, bracing for the impact, you felt an object ram into you from the side. You let out a gasp of air as the force of whatever hit you knocked the wind out of you. As silly as it sounded, you thought at first it may have been a bird that hit you, but when your eyes snapped open you knew it wasn’t any kind of animal that ran into you. It was a human. More specifically, it was Spider-Man. He saved you.

 Noticing you were looking up at him, you felt his arm around your waist give you a gentle squeeze. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” He said, his voice so quietly comforting, you feel your heart beat steady to a normal pace soon after his words. Maybe it was just your imagination, or maybe you had misheard him due to the whistling of the wind as he webbed between buildings, but you could’ve sworn he added in, “I’ve always got you, [Y/N].” 


A/N: Hey guys! So when I had originally thought of this idea, I wasn’t going to make it so long, but I usually tend to draw out stories so there will be a Part 2 to this. (If everyone wants one I don’t know maybe no one will end up reading this just let me know if you’re even interested in a part 2) I was supposed to cram it all into one fic, but I thought that may have been a bit long. Also, I’m very, very sorry there was barely any Peter in this but I promise part 2 will have a ton more of my baby, and it’ll be super fluffy so just you wait!

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Fic prompt: Bitty accidentally says something really hurtful to Jack when he's angry over the phone (like from Georgia or something). Jack takes it the wrong way and begins to panic and shut people out. Bitty doesn't realize what he's done until Jack doesn't reply to his apology a few days later and people text bitty because they're worried about Jack. Bitty has to quick find Jack and fix what he did and help him feel better

“You don’t understand!” Bitty shouts over the phone.

“But I do, Bits,” Jack retaliates for the umpteenth time this conversation.

“Jack, stop,” Bitty pleads, pressing the palm of his hand hard against his shut eyes. “You don’t, alright. You can’t. You haven’t grown up the way I did.”

“But I still–”

“Honey.”

Bitty isn’t sure if it’s the crack in his voice, but Jack goes silent on the other end.

Bitty sighs out roughly. Time apart is meant to be good for their relationship–absence makes the heart grow fonder–but all it seems to have done for Jack and Bitty is create tension and frustration.

“Eric,” Jack begins as Bitty is trying to calm his breathing. It’s not the way he says it normally; soft and reverent. No, this is like the angry spike of syllables he got from Jack in his first year at Samwell. This is a slap in the face.

“No,” he says firmly, then hangs up before he adds on anything else that his heart is tempting him with by telling him it will feel so good to get off his chest. He’s got enough sense to know that he’d regret that when he’s cooled down. He doesn’t want to lose Jack, lord how much he doesn’t want that.

Bitty turns his phone off and keeps it off for the rest of the night. His fingers itch, and he knows that even if he doesn’t text Jack, he’d be tweeting something vague and passive-aggressive which will only cause worry for his followers, some of which belong to the SMH.

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The next morning Bitty sleeps in after having stayed up late baking. He opens his eyes slowly, aware that this morning he’s going to have to turn his phone back on and face the fact of his conversation with Jack last night.

He does it like ripping a band-aid off. Phone on, apology text sent, then he leaves it on his nightstand and heads downstairs.

He eats, then he bakes and listens to his music louder than normal. He’s calm now, last night’s frustration gone, and ready to talk to Jack about what he actually meant.

Upstairs, sitting on his bed with his phone in his hands, Bitty is stumped. There’s no response from Jack. He sends another text, asking Jack to call him later in the evening, and leaves his phone beside his laptop on the desk and he starts editing a vlog entry.

That evening, there’s no call. No text either, which worries Bitty as it’s outside Jack’s normal mode of operation. The smallest bit of doubt trembles in his fingers as he sends another text to Jack close to midnight, just to check that everything is okay.

Two days go by with no communication from Jack. It’s strange, and what’s stranger are the messages flooding his inbox from what seems like every contact he has but Jack. They’re all variations on the same sentiment.

Hey Bits. Jack talked to you recently? He’s not answering my emails. Thx.

Bruh is Jack giving you radio silence too?

Could you let Jack know I’ve sent him those spreadsheets? Calls aren’t going through. Thanks man.

Do you know if Jack’s gone away or something?

Have you talked to Jack?

Is Jack talking to you?

Have you talked to Jack?

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The problem is, I get this feeling and I don’t know how to put it into words. does that make me a bad writer? I want to write about that feeling I get when I close my eyes and take a deep breath and about the rapturous coolness that flows through my body and gives me the chills. Standing outside staring into an endless oblivion of morning sunshine and hills of soft green grass fill me with this great sadness that I crave so deeply. It is sweet and embracing and like taking a dip in a pool on a hot summer’s day. It’s like coming up for fresh air. It’s like staring out at a city I yearn to know, in awe of the dawn’s sun warming the cold winter morning with a cup of coffee in my hand and a lover to the side of me. It’s when I am in a coffee shop and all I can smell is the smell of coffee that demands to be smelled. It’s feeling the warmth of the coffee cup as I stare out at beautiful people and the beautiful morning. The simple hustle and bustle of everyday life. It’s like being in a library or bookstore, surrounded by millions of books and I feel exactly where I need to be and things just CLICK. It’s when everything is like it is in the movies and music videos and it’s all a perfect cliché. It’s everything. It’s so wild, yet it is my only calm. It feels like home, and winter, and sweet kisses of sadness, and morning sunlight, and the smell and taste of coffee that insists to be smelled and tasted. It’s that feeling that is the feeling that I feel when I feel most alive. It’s the feeling that I love to feel.
—  meliorismistic // problems.
Temperamental ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: rough sex!!!!!! language, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), venom!spidey

request/scenario: basically spider-man was battling sandman but he got away and since the venom suit can drastically change your personality peter gets his anger out on y/n then like be kinky and shit (ie being webbed to the head board and stuff)

A/N: it’s really rough sex so don’t read if ure uncomfortable..

There you sat in front of the TV in your bedroom trying to settle calmly as Spider-man beheld on the screen exhibiting a fray between him and Sandman. Immediately you knew it was Peter, your boyfriend, which made you further agonize on what would happen next, acknowledging that lately Peter had been temperamental, signifying that there might be unforeseen measures.

But within minutes the acclaimed Spider-man vanished into thin air, leaving the notorious Sandman on the streets. The reports were now crying out Spider-man’s name demanding for help, but sadly, there wasn’t a probability he would turn back. And by now you were panicking trying to ponder the places to find Peter and praying he wasn’t getting into any more sorts of battles.


As hours has passed by the reports were still indistinct to where was Spider-man; however, on the corner of your eye your peripheral vision saw a black figure standing amidst your balcony. There Spider-man beheld just meters away from you, but at the sight of him left you both in relief but also in fury.

Spider-man began knocking at your glass door as you stood up, walking towards the door frame, and plastering a look of displeasure whilst crossing your arms. But your actions only left Spider-man knock increasingly vicious than before, making you somewhat tense on his disposition. “Y/N, open the god damn door now!”

You froze at his words. He was indubitably displeased and you do not have any clues on why he was that volatile, but of course as you didn’t want him to further become aggressive, you gradually unlocked the door as he stood upon you. Furthermore, before you could entirely pull back the door, Spider-man grabbed you by the shoulders and pushed you back.

Your back dropped against your soft duvet as you saw his mask shift, revealing his face which looked rather deprived and enraged. “Hands. Up.” Peter demanded as he pulled down the window blinds, covering the transparent glass door and leaving the room in shadiness whilst it covered the view from outdoors. You placed your hands up high above your head and against the headboard, obeying Peter’s orders as he began walking towards you.

Peter arose one of his arms as he positioned it directly above your head, targeting your hands. You encountered his webs flying before him which met your arms the next second, the adherent gooey fluid violently pushing both your arms against your headboard. “Stay still. No sounds, no screams or the worst is yet to come.” He stated.

He went on top of the bed and faced you, he welcomed his hands on your body as he slowly grasped on the garter of your shorts pulling it down slowly and revealing your lacy black lingerie. “Fuck.” You heard Peter swear under his breath beholding the view in front of him.

Peter lowered his face beside your ear, his lips nibbling on your earlobe as he whispered, “You will not move from this spot nor’ make a sound until I make you come with my mouth.” His utterance sent shivers down your spine and gave goosebumps at your skin while your arms struggled around the webs. 

And so you didn’t made any sound further on. You lay you back against the comfortable sheets trying to stay perfectly still as heat flushes past you, priming you for what’s to come. He gradually pulled your lace panties down your ankles and dropping them beside on the wooden, varnished floor. He then sneaked his hand under your tank-top only to find out you were not wearing a bra already.

Peter then welcomed himself between your legs and extensively spreading them. He lowered his face on your core, your ankles wrapping around his back, and felt the tip of his tongue on your clit. You closed your eyes and faintly  gasped as you bit your lower lip clearly remembering you were not allowed to make a sound.

For the next ten minutes, Peter focused on stimulation – his fingers teasing your drenched entrance while his tongue flicked on your clit. You looked below, seeing his orbs latched onto yours whilst his mouth was working his way on your climax. “Peter, please.” You faintly moaned out, immediately regretting the words that left your lips.

“I’ll make an exception for that noise, princess.” Peter stated, continuing his movements as he immediately penetrated two fingers past your entrance. Your instinct was to clench around his fingers as his fingers curled around your walls. And with the wetness formed around your cunt, there was enough lubrication for his fingers to thrust into you.

As his right hand was working around your cunt, the other hand made way under your shirt and on one of your boobs. He gave a squeeze on your boob as his index finger brushed on your nipple. Your hands began struggling furthermore on the webs, closing your eyes and taking in the delight you were receiving. 

You arched your back as your walls began incessantly curling around Peter’s finger. All you wanted to do know was moan out his name and grasp onto the strands of his hair and demand him to thrust into you, but of course you can’t. So you had to suffer on squirming before Peter, as you acknowledging an upcoming climax.

“Is princess close to her orgasm?” Peter teased, lightly chuckling which sent his hot breath, pushing past against your clit.

Within seconds, you felt your head whirling as Peter did not stop and you kept holding back your release trying to await for Peter’s orders. Once he did notice it he finally gave permission onto your release, “It’s fine, princess. Let it all out for daddy.” And you did, leaving that lascivious mess that portrayed the erotic and passionate tension between the two of you.

After your release, Peter already was up for round 2 while your body was still trying to recover from the orgasm you had moments ago. He descended his face onto your, his lips inches away from yours as you looked at his eyes with a droplet of sweat running down from his forehead and to the bridge of his nose.

Peter plastered a devilish grin as he whispered, “I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck you very hard, and it’s definitely going to hurt.” His words leaving you more tensed than ever acknowledging that you have never experienced Peter become this aggressive towards you. 

He then crashed his lips onto yours, already feeling that dominant vibe as he pushed your tank-top up and over your breasts revealing your bare body and your perky nipples. His lips went on the side of your neck, nibbling on it and making sure to leave prominent hickies, before disconnecting and taking a view of your body.

“God you’re so beautiful, princess.” He moaned out as he dipped his face between the valley of your breasts, he placed his mouth on one of your boobs while the other was being fondled by his right hand. He sucked and swirled his tongue on your nipple as his hand flicked on your other nipple making sure to take delight on the scenario he was in right now.

As he ceased, he looked at your begging expression knowing you were again needy for him. “Tell me where you want it, princess.” He stated placing his finger on your stomach and softly drawing figure 8′s on it, his soft and tender touch making you crave for his erection. “Lower.” You faintly said.

Peter understood your request, slowly lowering his finger where it reached your throbbing clit. “Tell daddy what you want, your instructions are fucking unclear.” He voiced, fury in the tone of his voice. “I want your dick.” You responded back as Peter nodded and seductively looked at you – licking his lips as he flipped his hair back which was once covering his face.

“How bad do you want it?” Peter questioned, seeing his suit shift and leaving him already naked. And with you being distracted with his body, you forgot to respond to his question resulting to which enraged him. “I said how bad do you fucking want it?!” He repeated.

By now you were yelping both from the fear and lust. “Daddy I want it so fucking bad, please.” You cried.

Without any warnings, Peter forcefully spread your legs and pushed his cock inside your entrance permitting you no time to adjust to his size. So your response was to clench around his cock as he filled ever area around your walls while one of his hands grasped onto your waist. Meanwhile you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer towards you while trying to get a grip.

His thrusts were powerful making the bed noisily hit the wall as it made squeaking sounds. “Fuck you want that?” Peter moaned out and throwing his head back out of the pleasure he was taking delight of. “Make it hurt.” You responded, closing your eyes and gasping at how hard Peter’s thrust were in you.

As every inch of his cock kept thrusting inside you, you tilt yourself up a little allowing him to grasp on your ass and violently squeezing it – and you always knew how bad Peter loved your ass. “You’re ass. Fuck I love your ass, princess.” followed by, “And you’re fucking tits, they bounce so perfectly.”

You felt your cunt tighten around his throbbing cock as he felt it too, gasping and shutting his eyes close, “God after all the times I fucked you how are you still so fucking tight.” He moaned continuing his actions while you continued to clench around him followed by another groan coming from his lips, “Uh, baby, just like that.”

The room echoed Peter’s moans alongside the noise his thrusts were making. Your arms were already starting to hurt as it’s half past an hour since Peter webbed you, but you felt you were close to a second orgasm anyway. “Daddy, I’m gonna come.” You didn’t urge that moan as you had to tell it to Peter knowing you can’t hold that back further, “Oh god. I’m gonna come.”

Then you felt his hand reach your throat, wrapping it around violently, choking you. “Look at me,” He says, “Look at me when you come. I want to watch you.” He demands. And as you both lock your eyes directly at each other, Peter continued his thrusts as knots in your stomach began to form.

You arched your back and curled your toes as you threw your head back against the headboard and grasped muscularly on the webs that wrapped around your hands, still the stare between you and Peter in tact. As your walls tightened further around his cock. Your clit throbbed as you released around his cock, gasping for thin air once you finally did.

Both of you stay like that for half a minute as Peter ran his hand down from your waist up to your ass while you both tried to regain your normal breathing and heart rate. “I told you,” He breathed, “I was gonna fuck you extra hard tonight.”

“Yes….yes you did.” You breathed. You knew you both enjoyed fucking this way sweaty, hazy, hot, and until you were aching for another high quality orgasm. “Let me go down on you again next time,” Peter says, “And next time I want you to be the one on top of me as your cunt swallows my dick and swivel your hips, while you tits bounce.”

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NSFW Eren headcanons

A/N: IT FINALLY HAPPENED.

Originally posted by fudayk

+ Inexperienced but this boy has stamina. Eren surprisingly has a high sex drive and can last for a while.
+ He’s very naive. Like when his s/o is horny and dropping hints that they want to have sex, it goes completely over Eren’s head. He doesn’t pick up on the hints, his s/o has to tell him that they want to fuck.
+ Eren prefers his s/o to take control most of the time because he’s not very confident to take over yet.
+ But he’s definitely not submissive. Does that make sense?
+ He’s a loud moaner like holy shit. One night his s/o was riding him and Eren was a moaning mess. His s/o covered his mouth in attempt to reduce the sounds before someone got suspicious.
+ Eren isn’t picky when it comes to sex really. Any position is fine, he just wants to make his partner feel good.
+ I see him being really good at fingering. Like he’s holding his s/o close to his with one of their legs held up while Eren’s fingers pump into you at his discretion.
+ He really likes seeing facial expressions and hearing moans. Its the quickest way to get him off.
+ I feel like Eren wouldn’t notice he was dirty talking. He would just be describing how amazing his s/o felt around him and its literally the hottest thing ever.
+ He’s open minded when it comes to sex so he’s always up for something new.
+ After long days of experiments and he’s wore out his s/o gives him a blow job or a hand job to make him feel better.
+ I also see Eren having really big cum shots. Like one day his s/o was giving him a blow job for the first time and he didn’t warm they and huge ropes of white came from within him. His s/o was shocked and very turned on.
+ He seems to have a small kink for overstimulation because when he cums he doesn’t stop until he’s extremely sensitive and whimpering. Also when he’s fingering his s/o, Eren doesn’t stop pumping his fingers inside of you until you’re shaking and pushing his hand away.
+ Aftercare? For the most part yes. Its usually consists of cuddling and sweet talk.

psssst it’s the last day to vote for clace and malec in the E! online top tv couples poll!! (up until 8pm EST today) 

right now malec has it in the bag but clace is hovering at only around 5-6% behind ol/icity! if we could get both couples into the next round it would be super cool even if you don’t ship clace b/c the point of this is to show freeform how awesome the fandom is so they never cancel the show (ever) (and imagine how pleased kat and dom will be i mean come on) 

(and also, even if you don’t ship clace, we can use clace to knock out heavy-hitters before they face malec because clace is being bracketed as a lightweight ship and it’s being put up against bigger ships that we would not want to face malec down the line)

(so yeah pls vote for clace as well)