it was 100 degrees out

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cold 

cant decide on a bg so just. heres the transparent version so you can slap it on whatever. preferably smthing warm bc its hecking cold over here jfc 

Home Run

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

You couldn’t stand watching or going to baseball. But when someones birthday roles around you give in to going to the game

Pairing: Steve X Reader
Warnings: None


You had been dating Steve Rogers for a year now, and you would do almost anything for him. From taking an extra shift when he had worked on a mission just an hour before, to making him breakfast, you didn’t mind giving everything for him. But there is one thing you refused to do. Baseball. You had never enjoyed the sport, and as much as Steve loved the game, you just could never really get into it. Steve’s birthday was coming up, and you were all out of ideas. Nothing seemed like the perfect gift. That was until Tony thought of the perfect gift.

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So imagine this I am from Latin America… We know we are loud and hyper, it can lead to piss other humans off but what if aliens find this adorable?. Also many Latinos can make do with very little know of agriculture and about animals too also we can be out in 100 degrees and be like it’s nothing but God forbid we go somewhere cold. I can and have handled 120 degrees like nothing but put me below 60 (and that’s being generous) and I will have a winter coat and be cursing at anything) that also brings up the second thing in every Spanish speaking country and place the Spanish is different. Also our curse words vary, for example tell a Mexican “bichos’ and they will thing of insects or mosquitos, calle or say that to a puertorican and start counting your blessings because that is an insult of high caliber. So they would get so confused by this and all the variations of it…

By @yzaiskanedaughterofartemis

If Yuta was your boyfriend...

this was requested by a lovely anon. i hope you like it cutie ^-^

  • the type of bf who roasts the shit out of you whenever he gets the chance
  • but only bc he knows you’ll roast him right back
  • he says something smart to donghyuck and all you hear is “at least my hair didn’t look like broccoli in my teaser pics”
  • always wants you to wear his clothes
  • “oh y/n you look cold, here have my jacket”
  • “yuta i’m fucking sweating it’s like 100 degrees out here”
  • “haVE MY JACKET, Y/N.”
  • tries to be the protective bf but let’s be real if it weren’t for taeyong he would’t know what’s going on half the time
  • “hey y/n- waIT WHERE Are you wtf ????” 
  • then screams for you for ten minutes but you were just in the bathroom
  • you stare at him a lot especially when he’s smiling and laughing bc honestly his smile is so mesmerizing like ???
  • and he’ll catch you and tease you about it for ten years
  • he’s like “don’t you just love staring at your amazing, handsome, beautiful, rockstar, professional football player boyfriend??? wow how gorgeous am i??”
  • he acts so cocky and confident but in reality he gets flustered a lot around you
  • like you’ll say something offhandedly about how handsome he looks or something and you’ll forget about it after a minute or two and he’s blushing about it all day long
  • this boy can legit sleep all day long
  • like
  • his ass can go to bed at 7pm and still be sleeping at like 5pm the next day
  • he’s like a fuckin olympic sleeper
  • anD HE LOOKS SO CUTE IN THE MORNINgS
  • like just imagine seeing his sleepy smile and bed hair every fuckin morning bYE
  • and his voice i n th morning ughhhhhh bye
  • and he’s 10000000% the type to wake you up by nuzzling his face into your neck and like kissing your collarbones and shit fuck
  • if someone flirts w u
  • he gets annoyed so fast
  • he’ll legit push his way in between u and said flirter and be like “oH hi i’m y/n’s lovely boyfriend who they’re very very happy with, you can excuse yourself from this conversation.”
  • always talks shit about your fashion choces
  • “really y/n? a brown belt with black shoes? talk about tacky”
  • but he’s only kidding and most of the time you do it just to get on his nerves.
  • king of shitty pick-up lines
  • fuck he’s such a great boyfriend pls date me yuta 
Go On, Then (Draco Malfoy x reader-- drabble)

A/N: ouch my heart,,, also i just wanna said that i’m not really gonna be writing too much smut at the moment bc i’ve literally just written so much in the past few weeks when before i barely wrote it at all.. it’s just very repetitive and i’m just having a very hard time making it different every time,, i’ll be doing the remus one that was requested a few weeks back but then i’m taking a break from smut. i’m really sorry guys.
#15- “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.”
#82- “I want you. Right here. Right now.”

word count: 468
warnings: none

You and Draco finally moved in together, after years of planning. It’s the middle of summer and you haven’t had time to install the A/C in your new place, in fact, you’re still moving boxes inside. It’s quite exhausting, really, especially in the heat. You would normally just use magic to get everything where you want it, but you’ve moved into an apartment, surrounded by muggles.

You’ve been carrying boxes up, wearing shorts and a tank top; Draco’s only wearing shorts. It’s the end of the night now. You both throw yourselves onto your couch, the only piece of furniture in your living room, currently. You glance around the room at all the cardboard, still out of breath and sweating. You look over at your boyfriend, only to see him staring at you. You smile and wipe the perspiration from your forehead.

“You know, I was really looking forward to this, until I realized how much work it was.” He chuckles, running a hand through his hair and throwing his head back.

You nod. You find your eyes going to his chest, as they have every time you see him without a shirt on. “Draco, you know, you never told me where you got those scars.”

He brings his attention back to you, caught off guard. “Oh, these?” He traces the three long white lines across his torso. “These were from Potter. Don’t you remember that?”

“Vaguely.” You reply, “Refresh my memory.”

He goes on to tell you what happened in the bathroom that day, how Harry used a hex on him that could very easily have killed him. You can tell that it’s a bit of a hard memory for him to look back on. He’s not proud of what he’s done in the past. You’ve assured him, countless times, that it’s okay, that you don’t blame him for anything, that you’re just happy that he’s okay, and here with you.

You lean your head on his shoulder. “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.” You mutter.

He smiles at you. “Go on, then.”

You giggle as you begin pressing your lips to the marks. He squirms a little. “Does it hurt?” You look up at him, slightly worried.

“No, no. I’m just…” He trails off, cupping your cheeks in his hands. “I love you.” He brings his lips to yours. The kiss is warm, hungrier than you expected. You pull away, surprised. “I want you. Right here. Right now.”

You laugh, “Sweetheart, it’s nearly 100 degrees out. And we’ve got boxes everywhere and-”

He pulls you back into him. “I know, I know. I just-” He pauses midway through his sentence to kiss you again. “I need you.”

You see the pure lust in his eyes and you melt entirely. “Okay.”

dragonfly-mary  asked:

Drarry; Slytherin!Harry au headcanons?

  • Harry and Draco meeting on the first day and when Draco approaches him, he refuses his little hand shake because who does this kid think he is?
  • But when they’re both sorted into Slytherin Harry sits next to the blonde
  • During the feast Draco is determined to make up for the stupid thing he said - it’s how father talks to his friends why wouldn’t he think it would work?
  • He goes on and on to Harry and his house elf Dobby who is his best friend in the entire world, and his huge manor (to which he instantly invites Harry for Christmas) and his mother’s rose garden
  • Harry decides maybe he was wrong about Draco Malfoy
  • Later in the dorms, Draco’s home sick because usually Dobby is there to tuck him in and he’s grown so use to falling asleep to the high, slightly squeaky humming as Dobby tidies up his room before he goes to sleep as well.
  • Harry sits up with him almost all night, not caring that they’ll both be exhausted for their first day of classes tomorrow, telling him funny stories about his ridiculous cousin Dudley
  • They eventually both fall asleep in Harry’s bed
  • And it might become a bit of a thing
  • Draco teaches Harry about the best parts of the Wizarding world and, despite his upbringing, Draco’s curious about the muggle world so Harry tells him about that in return
  • Harry comforts Draco when he has nightmares, the star of which are usually his own father (”You aren’t like him Draco. I know you aren’t. I met him last Christmas, remember? You couldn’t be more different.”)
  • When they reach their third year, Draco, shaking with nerves (although he’s not sure why), asks Harry to Hogsmede
  • Harry, blushing, (although he’s not sure why), agrees instantly
  • The boys are never seen without each other and, now that they’re older, people start to wonder if they’re really just best friends
  • Especially the other Slytherin boys in their year because who falls asleep practically spooning their best friend every night? 
  • They flirt over their cauldrons in potions, they send their cushions flying at each other in charms, they talk with their faces practically inches from each other over lunch
  • The boys in their dorm make them cast a muffliato charm around their curtains every night because they stay up so late talking.
  • Eventually, one night in fifth year, the conversation turns to girls
  • “Well, I know Pansy likes you… s’obvious.” harry muttered, eyes down cast, tugging at his dark green pajama pants, the ones Draco had got him for his birthday (he was too tall for his old ones)
  • “Well, that Ravenclaw girl likes you.. Cho.” Draco picked at the mattress, “And I don’t like Pansy.”
  • “Well, I don’t like Cho.”
  • “Who do you like then?”
  • And this is when the Gryffindor part of Harry has to step up a little bit because he’s not going to be able to say what he wants to without a little courage. He huffs out a long breath,
  • “You.”
  • Stunned silence.
  • “I like you, Draco-”
  • And then the blonde boy is lunging at him, and thank Merlin for the silencing charm because then they’re laughing and smiling and maybe a little tearful and whispering about how long they’ve wanted to tell the other and how hard it was to not kiss the other and how excited they are because now we can do it all the time and-
  • And Harry’s kissing Draco
  • For the first time
  • And it feels like they’re melting and the cool dungeons suddenly feel 100 degrees hotter and Draco can’t figure out how he even survived this long without kissing Harry
  • But he won’t have to, not anymore
  • Because finally, they know
  • And when they kiss at the breakfast table the next morning there’s a collective relieved sigh from pretty much the entire fucking Great Hall because FINALLY.

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my 7 year old brothers looking out the window and crying and he said “it’s raining outside” it’s over a 100 degrees and the suns out and the skies clear no dude those are just your tears

anonymous asked:

I'm rly curious about the clown story...what happened after he chased you???

bro. i’m giving u the full story. it’s a typical halloween party. i’m chillin, but there’s no candy. so i’m out with like 5 or 6 friends and we’re just going around the neighborhood, blasting fetty wap, as it was autumn of 2015 and it was both appropriate and timely to do so.

we turn onto this v well decorated street and are like. yes. they have to have the full size candy bars. they gotta. (spoiler: they didn’t.) when we turn into this dead. end. street, we see some dudes next to a golf cart with all types of halloween-y stuff on it. i watch a man put a clown mask on. there is a chainsaw on the seat in front of him.

i turn around and keep walking straight with my friends. u know. sweatin. mainly bc it’s like 90-something degrees out and 100% humidity bc i live in florida (aka literal hell), but also bc i know this man is about to try some shit. i’m givin myself an internal pep talk like ya this is cool this is chill we gettin candy but then i hear a rev from a chainsaw behind me

and i’m like. shit. be chill. this guy won’t chase if i don’t run. i’m gonna stay w my friends and we’re gonna get some hershey bars! okay! it’s all good! this man revs again. and a girl in my group turns around. screams. and starts running. and idk what happened okay it was some complete fight or flight split second adrenaline bullshit and now i’m running too.

so. of course. this man is chasing us. lit. this girl turns so she gets to the sidewalk and i keep going straight. and guess who this son of a gun keeps chasing. me. again, lit. at the end of the road there’s a house and i stop because i literally cannot jump through this poor suburban family’s window (their lights were turned off too so you know they weren’t down w this halloween shit). and i’m just standing there, watching a chainsaw-wielding clown run in my direction and i’m like. shit. i’m not gonna die but u kno. i might die.

i see my friend on the sidewalk to my right about 50 yards away and think. can i do this. can i outrun a middle aged man in a full costume and mask carrying what is probably a heavy object. so i go for it, while yelling something along the lines of “i will lit-er-alleeeeeee fucking kill you,” reach him, grip the back of his shirt and use him as a shield, and (according to him) scare the knife-wielding gremlin standing next to him

anyway there was a mother with her like 6 year old son right in front of us and i feel bad for teaching him both a curse word and about homicide but u know. a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. so yeah that’s why i hate clowns thank u for listening

Imagine -  Cas finding out about your self harm scars

Word Count – 1052

Pairing – Cas x Reader

Warnings – Mentions of self harm, self hatred.

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“Damn it! Ouch..” You grumbled to yourself, rubbing your wrist. “Is everything okay, y/n?” Cas asked from behind. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Wrists still healing from when I sprained it on the last hunt.” Cas took his hands and placed them over your wrist gently, trying not to cause you any more paint than you’re already in. “Oh no Cas, you don’t have to heal me I’m fine.” Your heart raced, remembering that’s the wrist with your self harm scars on it. Before you could say anything else your sleeve rolled up, showing what you did to yourself. Cas stood in shock and gave you a confused look.

“What is this? Did someone hurt you?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over them while you flinched away. “It doesn’t matter.” You mumbled, looking away from him. “Well it matters to me, y/n. Who hurt you? Does Sam and Dean have to –“ You cut him off. “I did.” He didn’t answer and just stood confused. “I hurt myself, Cas.” “I..I thought humans were supposed to avoid getting hurt.” ‘Yeah, well some people just deserve the pain, Castiel.” You snapped, turning your back and walking back to your room.

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You sat down slowly on your bed, sitting and thinking of what just happened. Sam and Dean found out about your self harm scars awhile back, realizing you always wore long sleeved clothes even if it was 100 degrees out. They got mad at first, but finally understood and promised not to tell Cas. The sound of your door knowing got you out of your thoughts. “y/n please, can I come in?” Cas mumbled behind the door. “It’s open.” You said softly, running your hands through you hair. He opened the door and closed it quietly. He walked over and sat next to you, bringing you into a big hug while you hugged back.

“I may not understand much about humans, but I can tell you’re hurting, y/n. Why are you hurting?” He asked softly. You sighed and stood up, thinking of what to say. “Have you ever felt guilty for someone’s death? I have. A million, million times. All those people we weren’t able to save on those past hunts? They were my fault. Maybe I took to much time doing my makeup and getting ready, causing us to be late, I don’t know. I also left my family for this life, Cas. I left my parents, my brother and sister.. You know what my dad told me? He told me don’t call. Don’t come and visit, don’t wonder about us,  don’t drag us with you. I used to be daddy’s little girl, and now it’s gone. I left my family, for this SHITTY life. This waking up every morning and wondering if this will be my last day, if this will be my last meal, my last shower, my last time seeing you and the boys… hell I wonder everyday if this will be the last time I ever see Sam, Dean AND YOU. I can’t lose you boys, ever. You guys are ALL I have. Not to help I think I’m fucking hideous, you and the guys are like sex gods and I’m a potato. I’m a failure, a stupid failure..” You looked down, sniffling and wiping the tears away. “I just want to be happy, Cas. I want to be me again. I want us all to be safe and happy and it’s like that’s to much to ask.”

Cas stood up and hugged you tightly again, so tight you thought you were going to pop. He wiped your tears away with his thumb and cupped your cheek. You looked up and noticed his eyes were watery too, was he really crying?

He looked down and kissed you lightly, not knowing if you would kiss back but when you did he deepened the kiss, feeling all of the butterflies in his stomach. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist, bringing you in as close as he could. “I might’ve not been able to save you before, but I promise I’ll try my best to save you till the end of time.” Cas said softly, running his thumb over your cheek. “Those death’s were not your fault, y/n. You couldn’t do anything to stop it, none of us could. Just remember you have saved more people then people who have died on those hunts, okay? For your family, that was their fault for throwing you out like that. They chose to not let you call or visit them. That was their mistake, because anyone would be lucky to be around and talk to you. I thank the lord every day for bringing you into my life. Same for Sam and Dean. Also you are no where near! ugly. You are beautiful, the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen. You make me feel warm and happy inside. Whenever I’d see you my heart would beat harder and harder, and my cheeks would get … pink? Dean would always make fun of me and call it blushing, so I guess that. Just your slightest touch gives me shivers, and oh my I don’t know how I could hide my feelings for so long.” He stopped and took your hand in his, then looked at you with a smile. “I know this life is hard, I know we will have hard times, but as long as I have you by my side, I’m okay.” He finished his speech by kissing your scars gently, making your heart skip beats as you watched and smiled, feeling a few tears roll down your cheeks but it wasn’t sad tears, it was happy.

You and Cas didn’t realize Sam and Dean standing in the door way with tears in their eyes and a smile on their face. “Oh.. did you two hear all of that?” Cas asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his head. “Every single bit, we’re so happy for you both.” Sam smiled, giving you and Cas a hug. “I told you you’d win her, buddy.” Dean smiled, hugging you both also. “I’m a lucky winner.” Cas smiled to himself, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and kissing you softly while Sam and Dean made fake gagging noises in the background, but you didn’t care. You were happy, finally.

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