it was keepin me up at night

Lust For Life - Mieczysław Stilinski Smut

REQUESTED: Nope, but I haven’t written for a while so I wanted to give you guys something.

WARNINGS: Fingering, blowjob, all the way (unprotected - pls use condoms, kids)

SUMMARY: You and Stiles are at a party, and nobody notices when you two disappear off together.

NOTES: Okay, so this guy I’ve been talking to…let’s just say things have gotten very heated between us recently. 

Some of this is kind of inspired by our conversations that we’ve had. (Fuck, it’s so good.)

Also, it’s kind of inspired by “Lust For Life” by Lana Del Rey and The Weeknd. Such a good song, I definitely recommend it.

Anyway, on with the story yo.

Originally posted by sarcasticallystilinski

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anonymous asked:

hey, how big is your tail? can you do things with it? ^^

On average, a raccoon’s tail is 7.5 inches long! The tails can’t really do anything, but the rings confuse predators in the dark trees at night.

Edit: Thank you to @avoidantfutaba for pointing me to more research: The tail also helps with balance when climbing, fat storage for winter, and acts as a balance when raccoons are standing up like a people. You learn something new every day! 

Jet Lagged (Part 1)

Rating: NSFW smut, mature
Summary: Chris Evans x Reader inspired by the exhausted look Chris had towards the end of the press tour. Chris has some sleepless nights, some of which you share. As his body clock adjusts to back home, you decide to make the most of his sleeplessness. 
A/N: this one’s on me. I’m bored, I should be studying, and this idea was plaguing me so I had to write it. I hope you like it :) Also; a huge thank you for @writingcreatingstorytelling for letting me ramble on about the ‘booty call’ dream I had AND for helping me with this fic! ILY!

“Babe?” You hear the whisper of his voice in the darkness of the room. “Y/N?” He says your name softly, quietly, as if it was the holiest of prayers. You blink slowly, your brain gradually coming to terms with the fact you’d heard his voice, that he was here, that he was finally home

You looked up and when you saw him you smiled, pushing your comforter to the side and scrambling out of bed and to the doorway where he was waiting, into his arms. He wound them around you, holding you tightly. You buried your face into his neck, then quickly leaned back, “I’ve missed you,” you told him, cupping his face and pressing your lips to his. 

You break away and continue to hold each other tightly, Chris kissing the top of your head and saying, “Not as much as I missed you. Do you know how hard it was? It would’ve been so much easier if you were there with me.”

You stayed close to him and ran your palms over his broad chest. “I know, baby, I know how it is. C’mon, let’s get you to bed. You must be exhausted.”

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@queenlionsnake said: Rexsoka where one gets home from work late and stretches out on top of the other like a big lazy cat.

Era: Domestic-verse
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex
Words: 1,086

Ahsoka caught herself the third time she checked the wall chrono—projecting 19:26 in large, luminescent numbers—and bent her focus once more to the textbook sprawling across her lap as she lounged on the living room couch. The dry words and thick paragraphs blurred together. She rubbed her eyes, only to test her vision on the chrono once more. If that wasn’t enough, her gaze then fell to Rex’s favorite chair underneath it, sitting empty.

With a groan, Ahsoka threw her head back against the arm of the couch. There wasn’t anything different about today, technically. Sure, it was the one-year anniversary of Rex and Ahsoka becoming housemates, but that was mainly a convenient arrangement for cheaper rent. She wouldn’t have even remembered the day if her HoloNet profile page hadn’t reminded her.

Nothing special was planned yet she couldn’t calm down.

And if she looked at the wall chrono one more time, Ahsoka swore to herself she’d move to a room with no electronics.

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David Archuleta- “Up All Night” lyrics

“Up All Night” by David Archuleta

I am knockin’, standin’ at your door
Somewhere new I’ve never been before
Take me in and it feels like home
It’s gettin’ late and I don’t wanna go

Somethin’ simple in this way this feels
Like love is something pure and real
It’s gettin’ late and I have to leave,
But tonight your memory is holdin’ me
(I’m wide awake with)

All these feelings inside
Keepin’ me up all night
All these feelings inside
(I’m wide awake)
All these feelings inside
Keepin’ me up all night
Pictures that cross my mind
They’re keepin’ me up all night (x3)
Keepin’ me up all night

Here in my heart is an answered prayer
Feel the magic in the midnight air
Breathe it in, I wanna pass it on
The strength of finding somewhere you belong
(I’m wide awake with…)

All these feelings inside
Keepin’ me up all night
All these feelings inside
(I’m wide awake)
All these feelings inside
Keepin’ me up all night
Pictures that cross my mind
They’re keepin’ me up all night (x3)
Keepin’ me up all night

Here’s so small, but I am safe and sound
Where I stand, it feels like solid ground
Nowhere else that I’d rather be
No greater gift than what you’ve given me

All these feelings inside
Keepin’ me up all night
All these feelings inside
(I’m wide awake with)
All these feelings inside
Keepin’ me up all night
Pictures that cross my mind
They’re keepin’ me up all night (x3)
Keepin’ me up all night

(Vocalization of wooh’s and oooh’s)

They’re keepin’ me up, keepin’ me up all night

(Transcribed by Virginia Hoblock, who chose to redact the oohs and oohs)

ok so sleeping at night in this hospital p much sucks,, some guy down the hall keepin me awake until 1am with the sounds of him hacking up a lung,, wakin up for no damn reason at 2 and 3am,, nurse wakin me up at 4am to check my vitals,, some girl across the hall wakin me up at 5am w/ the sounds of her ugly sobbing,, tryin 2 snooze but all i can focus on is the fact that im sore as shit,, nurse gonna come in and catch me on the brink of dozing off at 6am to give me some medication,,,, like damn cant a bitch get some sleep

whothehellisjessicajones  asked:

Claire im a huge fan of ur fics on ao3! anyway could u pls do the "It’s the middle of a war and I’m on a ship that you’re ship just torpedoed. Now I’m a prisoner and wow why can’t I feel my legs. I’m not cooperating until I can feel them again. What the fuck do you mean I’m paralysed?" or "I just took a super dangerous job and your trying to talk me out of it, but we really need the money" im sorry im a sucker for angst lol

YO THANK YOU!!! I went with the second because I also got an anon asking for that prompt. So here’s some thirties Bucky getting mixed up with the Irish mob.

“Buck?” Steve asks, yawning as he sits up. The moonlight filtering through the bedroom window falls Steve’s collarbone, and all Bucky wants to do is crawl back into bed and press kisses onto that pale skin. Instead, he turns around, focuses on pulling on his pants. “What’re you doin’?”

“Go back to sleep, Steve,” Bucky says, groping around in the dark for a decent shirt.

“Not when you’re actin’ so fishy,” Steve says. Bucky can hear him pulling the covers up, standing up. Just as he finds a shirt, he feels Steve’s arms wrap around his torso. “C’mon, you. Let’s go back to bed.” Steve presses a kiss to the back of his neck, and Bucky shivers.

“Can’t,” Bucky says. “Got somethin’ I gotta do.”

Steve tightens his grip. “You’re not meetin’ with those cousins of yours, are ya?”

Bucky doesn’t say anything. It’s better than lying.

There’s nothing Bucky hates worse than lying to Steve, though he’s had to do it more and more lately.

Instead, he just stands still — he can’t pull on his shirt with Steve there, and Steve knows it.

“Buck…” Steve starts, sounding wrecked to Bucky’s ears.

“It’s just a night,” Bucky says, “Not like I’m joinin’ up with the Diamond brothers, Steve. I’m just keepin’ watch for the guys. Ain’t like it’s a big deal, and they promised me enough to keep us goin’ for three months.”

“I’ll find another job, Buck. I’ll—“

Bucky pulls himself out of Steve’s arms, as gentle as he can. He knows he doesn’t have the time to talk this through with Steve right now. They can talk when it’s all over. “I’m gonna go, Steve. Okay? They’re not the best guys in the world, but they’re my cousins. Not gonna let anythin’ happen to me.”

Steve’s jaw is set, like he’s gonna keep Bucky there any way he can. Bucky dips down and kisses him, all gentle, slipping one hand around the small of his back and pulling him in close. “Just a couple hours, and we can sleep easy for a few months,” he whispers, lips just a hair away from Steve’s.

“I don’t want you doin’ this,” Steve says, quiet.

“I’m gonna.”

“I won’t let you.”

Bucky chuckles, soft and low. “I’m not gonna make it a habit,” he promises.

Steve pushes Bucky’s chest. “Fuck you,” he says. “I said no.”

Bucky shakes his head, pulling the shirt on. “You go back to bed,” he says.

Steve doesn’t, because he’s a stubborn shit. He just watches Bucky get dressed, arms crossed, frowning the whole time. Not exactly how Bucky wants to remember Steve if the operation ends up going south.

When he’s ready, he moves to Steve one last time. He leans in for a kiss, but Steve turns his head, refusing.

“Alright then,” Bucky says. “I’ll see you soon.”

Steve doesn’t say anything, but Bucky can feel his gaze as he leaves the apartment and shuts the door behind him.

Roxanne and Flatt’s

Prompt: @smilingseb likes to hurt me with feels, and this is something that stemmed from that. Bucky meets a girl in an old-fashioned soda-shop and she brings back memories~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: some ppl just wanna be a pinup girl ok

Word Count: 4, 144

Author’s Note: here’s a thing~

Roxanne and Flatt’s Soda Shop sits quietly between the local thrift shop and the 24/7 convenience store on the corner of 24th and Satire. It’s not a large place, not by any means, but there’s always a fair share of steady customer flow, even at the wee hours of the morning during the graveyard shift. It’s on one of those nights, when the street is still aside from the occasional gust of wind, that you first meet him. He stumbles through the front door, the bell chiming at his entrance, at 2:47 in the morning. His hair is tied in a knot at the base of his neck, his eyes are dark and rimmed with black circles, and he slumps so low in his chair that you’re convinced he’s asleep.

“Sir?” your soft voice causes him to jump in surprise, nearly stumbling off of his chair, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle-“

“S’ okay, I just- can I-“ he takes you in, your hair swept up in a messy bun, soft, flowing tendrils outlining your face. Your lips are stained red with lipstick from earlier in the day and your black, cat-eye glasses slowly slipping down the brim of your nose in a way that makes you scrunch it to push them back up. The uniform you wear is white, but the apron tied around your waist is red aside from the chocolate ice cream stain towards the bottom of it, “Menu?” He finally gets out, his voice gruff and exhausted.

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Exo reacting to you doing a project and the night before its due


*when you try to leave the house with it not done*


*stays up late with you until you finally finish*


*keepin it real*


See I’d never do something like that

y/n: You aren’t helping suho *death glare*

Suho: I mean…er…fighting!

Suho: Saved it



y/n how come you didn’t finish it before? was my hotness distracting you? I apologise for my inconvenience 

*ends up dead*


Oppa its your fault you would keep taking me places when I’m trying to work!You have to help 


*laughs at you*



*still wants to play with you even if you are doing work*


*laughs a little because he doesn't want to upset you*


Who was right? I was right I told you do it early I told you so

*smug little shit*


~ Love MJ <3

^gifs aren’t mine credit goes to owners^

anonymous asked:

Could you please write a ficlet with Mulder and Scully listening to "The Spy who Loved Me" and Mulder delaring it should be their song?

They were washing their clothes in some laundromat in Nowhere, North Dakota, a town so bleak that the laundromat seemed like a haven, despite its scuffed floors and its bleary lights.  The place was empty and it was only 10:30.  The radio was tuned to some oldies station.  The hottest hits of thirty years ago rasped out of the speakers, only half-audible over the rumble of the dryer.

“Maybe they don’t want to come out after dark,” Mulder theorized, stuffing laundry into one of the dryers.  “Maybe there’s a reason for that.”

“I think seasonal affective disorder is a more likely diagnosis than things that go bump in the night,” Scully told him, hoisting herself onto one of the empty washers.  

“All these years later, still more science than mysticism,” Mulder said, clicking his tongue in regret.  

“One of us has to be,” Scully said.  

“Take a walk on the wild side,” he said.

“Maybe a laundromat in North Dakota isn’t the most likely place to search for mysteries,” she said.

Mulder finished loading the dryer and straightened up, walking over to her.  He leaned until his face was so close she could have turned her head and kissed me.  “Oh ye of little faith,” he murmured.

“The irony is palpable,” she told him.

He leaned back and smirked.  They gazed at each other through the grey-white light.  He looked older.  She was certain she did too.  The radio DJ said something too jumbled to hear - Scully caught the words “love” and “loneliness” and “special”, typical late-night banter - and finally something familiar came on.  

“The Spy Who Loved Me,” Mulder said.

“That’s the name of the movie,” Scully told him, “not the song.”

“You’re full of surprises,” he said.

She shrugged.  “Charlie loved Bond movies.  I love accuracy.”

“Dance with me,” he said, holding out a hand.

“Mulder, no,” she said.  Surely a laundromat in the middle of nowhere wasn’t bugged, and they’d had too many identities to remember which one was this week.  

“This is our song,” he said.  “You’re keepin’ all my secrets safe tonight.”  

“Tonight and every night,” she said, rolling her eyes just a little, but she couldn’t help smiling at him.

“Dance with me,” he insisted.

“You’re not going to give up, are you?” she asked.

“Not a chance,” he said, his eyes twinkling, and he gestured again with his open hand.  She took it and slid down off the washer.  He pulled her close and they swayed to the music.  She let him twirl her around.  

“This would have been easier in heels,” she told him.  

“I do miss the heels,” he said.  “Is that selfish?  I miss the heels, I miss the suits.  I miss the oh-so-subtle unbuttoned blouses.”

“Definitely selfish,” she assured him.  “But I miss your suits too.”  

He gazed down at her.  “There’s some kind of magic in you,” he said solemnly. 

“Couldn’t keep you from running,” she said, gazing back up at him.

He laughed, a slightly bitter sound.  “We’re both running now.” 

“We are,” she acknowledged, “but at least we’re together.  If it makes you feel better, we can go to Brooks Brothers and try on some suits.”

“Perfect,” he said, and bent down to kiss her.  Behind them, their clothes kept tumbling and tumbling together in the dryer, the disguises they’d chosen for this new invented life together.  Outside, the town was dark, the windows of the laundromat glowing like an oasis as the wind swept past.  Inside, they waltzed to the thud of the unbalanced laundry long after the song was over.


Author: Mysfit

Original Imagine Link: *Click*

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,699


Of all the appropriate times to fall in love, the end of the world was the least suitable. Who, after all, would want to care about someone so much under the constant threat of having that person ripped away from them at any moment? The quote, “Love comes at the most unexpected times,” was true and surely an understatement, especially with you. You definitely hadn’t seen it coming at you faster than a stallion on steroids. It was also true that love came from the most unexpected people. When you used to imagine your future, it involved a well-known, respectable man, two or three kids, a nice dog, a beautiful house with a big yard and maybe a few horses. Your reality was a different; a prison, a group of people you hadn’t expected to know and get close to, no animals, a baby that wasn’t yours and a handsome, dirty, hotheaded, sometimes bad-mannered redneck that you hadn’t told anyone you were involved with.

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anonymous asked:

For both of you: If you could change just one thing that happened in the past what would it be and why?

Stanford: There’s more than just one, let me tell you. But if I had to whittle it down to a single thing, I’d probably change what I did on the night my brother was kicked out. I should’ve stood up for him and I just watched him drive away…

Stanley: And I regret lyin’ to the kids. Y’know, keepin’ secrets all Summer and betrayin’ their trust. I should’ve told ‘em about Ford, but I couldn’t bring myself to because they’d hear about all the things I did wrong and… well, I wanted to be at least a semi-good role model for ‘em. I wanted to be the man I was pretendin’ I was.

athenaswatch-dog-deactivated201  asked:

Percy got everyone to "make plans" so Nico's lonely and finally gives into texting Jason, you can take it from there. A little cuddles would be nice. It being Winter would be nice too.

took me a while but here it is. A lot of texting and piper! and i think i like seeing the people bet on other’s relationship.

6:34 PM from “Coffee Shop Cutie”


Jason looked at his phone in shock. It had been two weeks since he had given Nico his number and this was the first time that the boy had texted him. Piper raised an eyebrow.

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