its been swell and now its time to let it go

a review of rainbow now that all my thoughts are together
  • bastards: great opening song. a++ gravelly/sorta raw vocals. i feel like this is gonna be an especially good anthem for high schoolers tbh like it's just such a nice "it's gonna be alright" message.
  • let 'em talk: 2010 kesha meets 2017 kesha. play this at the club tbh. but like....a classy club, u feel me?
  • woman: i'm a boy and this makes me wanna scream that i'm a motherfucking woman out the car window at random passerby
  • hymn: if kesha wants to start a church where they play this song i will be at every goddamn sunday mass.
  • praying: what can i say about this that hasn't already been said? i am just sO PROUD OF KESHA ROSE SEBERT
  • learn to let go: this is the ultimate upbeat anthem of recovery. the kind of thing that you dance to in your bedroom to feel better on a shitty day.
  • finding you: um???? did someone say 'sequel to past lives'??? this is just so cute y'all put it on your mixtapes and all that gay shit.
  • rainbow: no wonder this is the mf title track. the way her voice is so genuine and kind of shaky and powerful all at once. the piano. the way it swells and grows stronger just like she's gotten stronger. this is where i died the first time tbh
  • hunt you down: the "boy i'll murder you if you piss me off" anthem all the lady country singers wish they wrote
  • boogie feet: once again, a throwback to old kesha. eagles of death metal are the reason we put eagles on the list of protected animals obvi
  • boots: soundtrack for the female james bond movie we all know we want
  • old flames: DO I NEED TO SAY ANYTHING BESIDES DOLLY PARTON
  • godzilla: this shit is the cutest thing i've ever fuckin heard what the goddamn fuck
  • spaceship: i could fall asleep to her voice in this song but in the best way. what a nice, soft way to end an album. a++. 10/10
Just Business, No Pleasure

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+)

Summary: You and Bucky have been successfully keeping your relationship a secret for a while now. However, you’re not so sure how much longer you can take it once he’s assigned the job of seducing another woman on a mission.

Word Count: 4.6k (I’m so sorry)

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Originally posted by ohhseby


“—this is the target’s wife, Lucille. She was dumb enough to marry him and he was dumb enough to think she’d be faithful. Barnes, I want you to go about seducing her. Y’know, the typical ‘40s charm: court her, woo her, whisper sweet nothings; the whole shebang.” Your blood went cold at Tony’s words, not even daring to look at Bucky across the conference room table. “Most of us will be stationed around the gala with our comms on, but some of us are gonna stay back here and monitor the situation through security camera footage.”

“Why am I the one doing the seducing? Don’t you think this—” Bucky started, pointing to his vibranium arm, “—will be a bit of a dead giveaway that I’m not just some random suitor?” he asked, his unimpressed tone clearly challenging Tony and, although you still didn’t dare to look at him, you knew his countenance matched his voice.

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Counting Orgasms

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Type: Smut, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

Plot: You learn your lesson, a lesson about never lying. To never lie about how good your boyfriend is in bed.

Originally posted by wonhobe

I couldn’t do it. Desperate moans, fingers working vociferously at my clit. Images of my boyfriend painted in my mind. I just could not do it. No matter what I tried. A bath, a sexy movie, listening to my boyfriend’s music. Nothing worked better than his touch. And he deprived me of it recently. I just couldn’t cum without him.

I was driven mad by this. Entirely desperate for such an unobtainable release. I knew he was the only one whom could grant this, and I resented him so much for denying it. Sure, he was busy. But how busy can a man be to deprive his girlfriend of her own basic needs? I needed to vent before a fight brewed. So, I did just that.

“Y/N… Why don’t you just talk to him about it?” My best friend confided in me. We were face timing, and I was begging for a solution to such a peculiar problem.

My eyes widened, “No! Are you kidding! If I were to talk to him about this he would just write me off as being horny and annoying, not sexy and needy.”  I snapped suddenly at my friend, my own sexual tension, and frustration beginning to escape through words.

Her eyes stared at me for a moment, a smile erupting on her face, “You are so sexually frustrated Y/N.” She exclaimed, laughing to the point of tears welling in her eyes.

I rolled your eyes, finding a small laugh bubbling up within you due to hearing her’s. I sighed, “It’s not funny, okay? He hasn’t done anything with me for, like, 2 weeks. I’m dying over here.” I whined, pouting at the joke of it.

My friend snickered, “Is it because you can’t get him up anymore?” She asked deviously, making me gasp immediately.

“What? No! That’s not it at all!” I defended myself, taken aback by her question. I had wondered about this for the past 2 weeks, but soon enough came to the conclusion that it wasn’t my fault, but rather his.

“Then why on earth would your boyfriend not want to fuck you?” My friend challenged, wiggling her eyebrows. I laughed with her at this, shrugging my shoulders.

“I don’t know… He says he’s busy but when he is home he doesn’t do anything. I’ve been trying so damn hard. It feels like he doesn’t want me.” I relished in my own pity party, a frown overtaking my expression.

“Aww, Y/N… I’m sure it’s not your fault! You’re beautiful, okay? I bet he just feels awkward because he knows he isn’t fucking you right.” At this, I laughed. I laughed so hard that I snorted, catching both me and my friend by surprise.

“Come on though, Y/N… Spill it, he isn’t good in bed, is he? Because if he was, he’d be fucking you every night. Hell, if I were gay I would too.” My friend announced, making my laughter never cease to give up, “Come on! Just admit it.” She egged on.

“Okay, okay. I mean, the last time we did anything he couldn’t even make me cum.” I chimed in. My friend’s eyes lit up at this, “I knew it! He can’t make you cum, can he?” She exclaimed.

I went with the sarcasm of the situation and nodded, laughing with her, “Nope. He can’t.” I lied, making her raise her fists and cheer, “I knew it!”

“I can’t?” Yoongi’s voice cut through the happy aura of the environment, my friend going silent, holding back laughter from the awkward situation.

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 5/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s):  Fluff & Angst

A/N: A scene is lowkey inspired by the perks of a wallflower in this chapter sksk enjoy you little cuties !! sorryforthewait

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Richie pulled over, smirking as he watched Eddie’s confusion grow.

“You stopped here?”

“Yep, now get out.” Richie hummed, before climbing out of the truck doorway- grabbing his keys and standing to his feet.

Eddie was confused, his head tilted as he climbed out and looked at his surroundings. What stood before him was a tall abandoned carpark building surrounded in intertwining railings, the strands of thin grass below standing tall and knee length to Eddie.

“This is an abandoned building.”

“Well done, captain K.” Richie spoke with sarcasm, hands in his pockets, “This is my hideout.”

Eddie stepped forward next to Richie, glancing at the wired railings that stood before them both. “So, how do you get into the hideout?”

Richie hummed yet again, walking along the side of the metal, his fingers trailing against each curve. His eyes fixated on a small gap that he used to climb through when he was younger. “I’m presuming you’re not a climber, right Eds?”

“I am not climbing that thing, no way.” Eddie folded his arms, “There should just be an entrance-”

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Everything Has Changed (Part Three)

Summary: In which everything changes when you discover Bucky’s true feelings for you in a very unconventional manner.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,540

Part Two

Originally posted by numbmimz

“Y/N?” A knock at the door accompanies the voice that just spoke, bringing a smile to your face. It’s a welcome distraction from staring at the wall, which you’ve been doing for four hours straight. There’s not much to do when you’re not allowed out of your bed. “Are you awake?”

“Come in,” you call back, propping yourself up against a few pillows. It takes some effort and your body rebels against the movement, but you grit your teeth and swallow back your groans. All the aches and pain are worth it. They prove that you’re okay. That you, unlike Antoine, are still alive.

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sleep talk - peter parker

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Sleep talking can result in anything. You didn’t know falling asleep in chemistry class would result in a vivid dream. But, you also didn’t know Peter could hear said dream.

Warnings: slight language and makeout sesh?? lol

Words: 2347 (long one wowie)

a/n: this is so angst and so teenage hormoned holy shit but anyway, hope you all enjoy!!<33 (gif creds to owner)

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“Peter, please,” your hushed voice came out in a scratchy and needy tone as your fingers found themselves grasping the soft material of Peter’s blue sweater, yanking him closer to your figure messily.

Your swarming pulse tightened along with the steamy, pooling feeling forming in the bottom of your stomach. Your mind was clouded with unlawful lust and need for the boy before you as the world around you seemed to scatter into a void of complete nothingness. The bright brown eyes, curvy lips, and captivating smile was the only distraction your brain dared to focus on for now.

You had no idea where the sudden urge from your teen self had come from. All you knew is, the enticing feeling pumping through your veins all the way down to your toes and the warm breaths you kept emitting to keep yourself from moaning were the only things keeping you sane at this moment in time. The boy before you caused your being to escape into a frenzy of everlasting adoration for him.

Your pretty Y/E/C eyes were tightly shut as your heart thumped at the hot breath hitting against the cold skin of your neck, and the way his plump pink lips ghosted over skin achingly. Your other hand was playing with the cuff of Peter’s dress shirt underneath his sweater, distracting yourself from reaching up and tugging on his soft, curly hair in utter sexual tension.

“Be patient, beautiful,” your ears were flooded with Peter’s raspy and tempting voice, sending a wave of shivers across your body. Your stomach twisted into a tight knot at the feeling of his smug tone teasing you as it clashed against your lips.

Peter’s hand reached up, tucking itself softly behind your ear, his thumb rubbing soothing circles across your flushed red cheek. Your eyes peeled open and met his in a lust-filled gaze, so strong nothing would be able to break it. The energy flowing between the two of you was so rapid yet so painful for you at the same time. All you urged for was his lips to be placed upon yours in a heated kiss.

His eyes never escape yours as thumb angled itself underneath your chin and pushed up slightly. You followed his direction and tilted your head to the side softly and watched his craving brown eyes stare mischievously into yours.

Soon, never breaking eye contact, Peter leaned his head down and his lips placed themselves upon the silky skin of your neck. At that moment, your world went into an absolute frenzy of desire and adoration as the boy you loved scattered loving kisses across your neck.

The sense of his wet lips dancing over your neck caused your heart to beat rapidly in your chest and the knot in your stomach to tighten even more than before. The feeling was indescribable.

A throaty moan emitted from your chapped lips mistakenly, causing Peter;s lips to curl into a smile. But, you didn’t care. Whatever mindset you were in had taken you over completely, and was not letting you go any time soon.

“So, so beautiful,” Peter’s hushed whispers echoed through your ears and against your skin, your heart swelling at his sweet words.

Your eyes never broke as you watched his neck him but his eyes stay latched into yours in an enticing gaze. The hunger was stirring at the bottom of your stomach as he lightly began to suck on the skin, your eyes daring to look away, but couldn’t.

Your body yearned to be intertwined with his, the radiation of  passionate heat and love pushed his figure close to yours, the energy flushing between your sweaty and needy bodies.

Your hands found themselves moving up Peter’s chest and latch around the back of his neck. You yank him forward and up, breaking the kisses he was giving to your neck. You whine at the loss of contact and groan as Peter’s lips lay ghostly over yours.

You play with the hair on the back of his neck and moan loudly before confessing, “I need you, so, so badly. Please, Peter. Please…” your voice cracks with craving and emotion. You needed him entirely, the love inside you was burning quickly and the fever you were pitching was causing your forbidden lust to immensely grow by the second.

Peter leans closer to you, the clouding of your mind strengthens as you wait for his next longing action. His eyes flicker to your chapped lips and then your eyes, the ones he could find himself lost in for hours, before grabbing your face with both his hands.

You lean into his sweet and devoted touch, the infatuation you have with him daring to show its true colors.

Peter whispers with such passion your entire body lights up with affection.

“I’ll always need you, Y/N. I love you, so, so much,” before capturing your lips-

“Y/N!”

Your head jolts up from its previous position and your eyes are shot open with confusion as a breath of air zips out of your mouth. You feel yourself squint at the sudden ray of artificial light clash against your orbs painfully, as if they haven’t met with it such a long time. Your brain signals to your weary thoughts that you must have been asleep, due to the drool running its course down your chin and the hot, red mark you had your cheeks from laying against your arm for too long.

Looking over quickly, you come face to face with Peter, his eyes staring confusingly into yours and his eyebrows furrowed with concern. You’re met with an empty classroom, the desk scattered in different positions from students moving out the door to their next class.

You shake your head and blink rapidly, focusing back in on Peter and why in the hell he screamed  your fucking name.

“What, Peter?” you said, filled with aggravation and confusion. Peter looked at you as if you were insane, throwing his hands up in the air and then slamming them back down on top of your desk before you.

“You’ve been asleep all of class, Y/N! The bell rang five minutes ago,” he drawls out the time, his voice portraying slight annoyance and amusement as he leans towards you mockingly.

Your mind fills with confusion as you glance over at the clock, it reading two fifty P.M., you whip your head back to face Peter, realizing school had already ended.

Your flustered features glanced over Peter’s, his face reading amusement and smug as he stared right back at you. Your mind seemed as if it was trying to glance back at something, but not knowing what. It was as if you were suddenly in a different world than your sleep habits brought you two a couple minutes ago.

You continue to look at Peter, your eyes glance down at his lips as they formed a playful smirk, the curl of them etching itself into a similar part of your brain.

Holy fuck.

A rapid heartbeat hits your chest forcefully as a tight wave of your gets lodged in your throat. Your eyes look deeply into the features your subconscious was just previously awing over minutes ago, all the emotion, need, and clarity rewinding itself back into your brain.

Your eyes were feverishly jolting themselves to stare at any other place among the room besides Peter’s smug and attractive gaze, your ears echoing the sounds you made at his touch, and the way your breaths heaved from your chest at the love you felt in that vivid alternate universe.

One second you were pushed into a state of lust and wistful dreams of your longing love and best friend Peter Parker, and the next you’re flustered at his gaze still, sitting in your chemistry classroom on a Tuesday afternoon.

“I need you, so, so badly. Please, Peter. I love you”

“I’ll always need you, Y/N. I love you so, so much”

Cheeks turning pink and eyes widening with inner embarrassment, you immediately pushed your chair back and got up from your previous position, throwing your backpack over your shoulder. Peter slowly leans off your now vacant desk and folded his arms over his chest and made his way towards you.

“Y/N…?” he questions, eyes squinting with a mischievous gaze at your sudden startled state. You feel your stomach begin that same nervous knotting feeling at his gaze, and your heart thump at his familiar body language.

You could feel the clashing thoughts you had rework in your mind, daring to speak aloud and ask Peter the one question you really didn’t want to know. Your nerves were bouncing back off your emotions evidently, the look of pure fear sprawled evenly across each and every one of your features. You felt as if you truly didn’t know how to immediately act around this boy now, due to the fact that without his voice startling you awake, you would’ve been screwing him two minutes earlier.

You make your way to door, preparing your quick exit and for Peter to just forget your nervous energy and move on. Your fingers picked at your nails as Peter followed suit, walking right next to you as you two made your awkward, painful, and embarrassing  walk down the silent hallway of the vacant school.

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Your subconscious continued to trick you, muttering hapless confessions of your feelings for Peter, while your true conscience decided to run through the mindful and casual questions you could ask Peter on what exactly occurred whilst your mind was lusting for him as his was focused on the chemistry assignment.

The tension was evident before you ignored your innermost revealing thoughts and asked the question you’d been daring to for the past ten minutes. Your eyes looked over the rows of blue lockers and focused on one object at a time to prevent yourself from looking like a flustered mess as Peter revealed what he might of heard.

“So, did I like, sleep talk?” you asked quizzically, fingers fumbling over themselves as your teeth poked out to grasp your bottom lip in social discomfort. Your mind was swarming with possible scenarios that could go down within the next ten seconds, but you attempted to ignore them and focus on the blue paint peeling away at locker 129.

Peter emitted a deep sigh, his shoes squeaking against the newly cleaned floor as his awaited attempt of a heart attack from you carried on to reveal his final answer.

He sighed, scratchy voice soothing you immediately with his ‘truthful’ answer, “No, not really. I was pretty focused on the lesson today. It was interesting,” he confessed, lips piercing together in a straight line as his captivating eyes smiled at you as soon as you dared to look over at him.

You heaved a sigh of relief and shook your head playfully yet thankfully, “Oh, good. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t snoring, ya know?” you countered seemingly playfully, cracking a smile in his direction.

Yeah, like that was the thing you were worried about.

The relief was grave as you two continued the long walk out of the school and to Peter’s. Peter chuckled lightly next to you before pursing his lips once more, to hold back his own little laugh for something much more embarrassing and interesting  than a slight snore.

His heart was just as erratic as yours and you both walked together, the feelings you endured for him were now true, veins pumping with adrenaline as finally knew they were mutual. When his ears heard the sweet whimpers of his name emit from your seemingly soft and pure lips, he couldn’t help but smile warmly at you, knowing that no one else around could hear you but him.

His mind debated on whether to out you right here, right now, or keep his little secret hidden for a while. But of course, his subconscious somehow took over, the smug yet now vulnerable  side of him daring to show for just a split second.

He breathed heavily before coughing, “I mean, except for, ”’Please, Peter. Please,’“  he whined, a moan emitting deep from within his throat as he imitated you.

Your heart stopped and your eyes widened so gravely you thought they would bug out of your head at this point. Your face burned with hot red embarrassment as you came to a sudden realization that Peter Parker had heard you moan and whine his name.

The air sound you was thin and the silent halls echoed with the nerves bouncing off your body right now, the smug smile sprawled across Peter’s face was enough to cause your hormones to spring into an absolute frenzy, even though your embarrassed and horrified was enough to cause your breathing to stop.

Your attempt stutter out a response failed you, the hysteria of revealed feelings and obvious sexual tension you proved ignited your nervous energy instinctively, "P-Peter I-I can e-explain-”

“Y/N, it’s fine,” his seemingly content voice played with your feelings so well you knew you were so deep there was no way to dig yourself out. His voice attempted to calm your nerves and obvious fretfulness almost as if he knew it all along.

The air was now thinned out completely and the energy and tension between the two of you could be cut with a knife.

But, what you didn’t know, was that he had heard much more than you now thought.

Peter moved closer to your shaky and familiar figure, his nerves scattered throughout his veins as well, the conscience of each of you knowingly plays a scene that is about to take place between the two of you.

You felt his voice grow quiet and your mind flashed back to the previous scandalous and apparently obvious thoughts that once carried you back to the scene of a lustful and teen hormone filled world.

Peter leaned over softly, close to your ear, the familiar hot breath lingering over your skin so softly your stomach pooled with anticipation and desire as Peter whispered three little words you’d always yearned to hear fall from his pretty curved lips.

“Because, I love you too.”


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Becoming a Queen

You knew your ship was doomed. You were the only one left alive, though as far as you could tell, there was only one of those /things/ left, too. You wanted to set a course to crash into the planet then use one of the escape pods to get to safety.

But that was before one of those leaping fuckers found you.

Your ship had been on expedition to explore some hitherto undiscovered locations. There were rumors that there was xenomoph activity in this area, which had you and the other scientists all excited. You’d heard about them, but you’d never had the chance to observe them. The plan was if you found them to watch from afar and remain as hands off as possible.

You never counted on how diligent they could be, or how gah damned smart they were. For alien creatures who’s only drive seemed to be to breed and kill, they exhibited almost human levels of intelligence. They ambushed your crew, sticking them to the walls to allow facehuggers to inject eggs into them to make more. You’d never seen it happen in person. You’d seen them dissected, seen pictures of their probing ovipositors, but watching it happen in person had been the most horrifically fascinating moment of your life.

The soldiers that had accompanied the expedition had done an excellent job of isolating and eliminating most of the aliens, burning the eggs you had recovered from a stranded ship and blowing said ship into stardust.

But one had escaped.

If they were smart, this one was a savant. It had not only figured out how to work doors, but also to let its victims scream to lure more along. You observed it (no..him) several times, noticing that the elongated cranium that was usually smooth and round had begun to flatten out, black carapace forming a hard hood more often observed in queens. But you understood what was happening: he was adapting to his environment, taking on a needed role. You’d only heard of alpha xenomorphs as a theory, a sort of last ditch effort that some of their amalgamated biologies allowed. Some theorized is was the human members of their species, allowing for remarkable adaptability both environmentally and biologically.

The soldiers had set another trap, and the alpha had just set it off as a lure to kill several of them. A few of the remaining soldiers had tried to attack him then, only to end up cut off and killed on by one.

You had a close encounter with him, and you thought it would have been the end of you. If only that had been so…He cornered you and your team, slaughtering two of them. When he raised a clawed hand at you, he hesitated. A low growl came from him, and his lizard like lips relaxed over his dripping teeth. He growled and sniffled, butting his muzzle against you. You thought for sure you were dead…instead he pressed his head against you, rubbing at you almost like a cat would.

He ran off when the few remaining soldiers tried to attack him. Your heart was pounding and you could barely breathe. They asked if you were alright, and you suddenly realized you were the only one of that group left.

Things seemed to go downhill from there. You always had the sense that he was following you, hearing his claws on the gratings around you, seeing his long tail whip around corners. The last of the soldiers and crew began to dwindle, getting picked off in the mad attempts to get back to the ship’s bridge. By the time there was a clear path, you were the only one left.

That was when it found you. It looked like a chestburster, only larger with longer legs and tail. You ran, keeping an arm up level with your head and neck. But this one wasn’t concerned with your mouth. It flung itself at you and landed on your lower back, its tail clamping around your waist. Its legs gripped your buttocks and thighs, and you felt two sharp points ripping at your jumpsuit. You felt the tapered end of the ovipositor probing you, searching. You tried to pull it off, but its grip was iron. You slammed backward into walls, but its back was covered in a hard shell like the aliens themselves. It shifted itself between your thighs, the same shell forcing your legs apart.

It found your warm hole and thrust in. You screamed and frantically grabbed for it, but it was pressed up against you so tightly, you couldn’t even wiggle a finger between it and you. You screamed again, feeling it thrust upward into you. It reached impossibly deep, and you felt your stomach pushing outward with its movements.

Then you felt it. A lump against your hole. You threw yourself on the ground and tried to make it stop, but you were powerless to stall the inevitable. You felt the large sacs on the thing convulsing and sending ripples down its ovipositor. Your belly felt hot suddenly, and you gasped, clutching at it. Your hole was wet with some sort of alien goo it filled you with. Every lump was more goo, and the feeling of heat spread through you.

Another bump pressed to your hole, this one large and solid. You screamed no over and over, trying to thrash free of this thing attached to you in a death grip. Your hole stretched wider and wider to the point where you swore you would rip in two. Convulsing on the ground, you sobbed in mixed pleasure and pain, gasping when the hard thing passed into your body. You felt every inch it moves, and look down to see it pushing your belly outward.

Everything from there was fuzzy. The thing pumped more goo into you until your belly looked like you’d had a meal that was far too large. You crawled down the corridor, tears streaming down your face as you realized there was no salvation for you, not now. You only had one option left: crash the ship to destroy everything on board. You felt your stomach surge and convulse, churning and growing steadily heavier. By the time you reached the bridge, you looked like you were pregnant, your belly almost brushing the floor.

It took the last of your strength to pull yourself up to the navigation computer. Even as you key in the commands, overriding the ship’s safety protocols for a steep descent, you feel something happening inside you. You sob, knowing this must be the moment they punch through you and rip free…

But they don’t.

You see them moving inside you, writhing and slithering like snakes. Your belly is so full and heavy it’s all you can do to stay upright. You fumble your ID code, blinking back tears as you put it in for the fourth time. The computer finally accepts your trajectory, and you let yourself fall on the floor.

As you scream and hold your belly, you’re aware of not being alone. You know the sound of hard claws on the metal of the ship, scrabbling as the creature moves closer. He shrieks, though you don’t know why. You don’t really care either. You would have loved to study him, learn why he grew so large and why his head grew as it did. He looked like a king somehow.

All thoughts of that leave you as your stomach convulses. The movement in you shifts, and you scream as you feel the writhing mass move lower. You lay on your back, legs spread. Screaming and panting, you press your back to the floor and push with all your might. You feel your hole bulge and stretch, something smooth and wiggling pressing against it. You push and scream, feeling a long thing slither out of you. Before you can even see what it is, the pressure builds again. You push, screaming as two more press out of you side by side.

It feels like eternity as you lay there, panting and pushing, countless things slithering out of your hole. You finally see them as a couple of them climb across you. They’re neonate xenomorphs, their soft skin still fleshy and covered in the greenish goo the strange facehugger forced into you. Most of them scatter when the alpha pads toward you. He growls and lays over you, his smooth body cool against your flushed skin.

All around you, sirens are going off, the ship’s warning systems kicking on. It’s placidly screaming the descent is wrong, it’s too fast, too steep. You hope the ship burns up in atmosphere. The last thing you remember is heat, the ship’s life support falling to critical levels as the white hot burn of planetary entry seared the plating off the hull.

You never expected to wake up. Blinking blearily, you looked around, wondering where you were. Pieces of the wrecked ship surrounded you, and you could see huge trees between them.

Somehow, you survived the crash.

You can’t move, looking up to see your arms have been carefully secured in glossy black resin. The same kind the xenos restrain their chest burster victims in. You try to move, but you’re dangling about 10 feet off the ground and are powerless to so much as twist. You look down at yourself and see your belly is still slightly distended. You don’t feel the writhing weight inside you anymore, but it still feels..wrong.

Below, you see several small xenos run back and forth, one of them looking up at you and screeching. The trees shudder, and the alpha appears. He’s grown even larger, almost 9 feet tall now. He easily climbs up to you, the long fingers of one hand forcing your mouth open. His lips curl back and his huge teeth part, and you see his secondary mouth shoot forward. You scream and writhe as he forces it into your mouth and angles to shove it down your throat. He growls and his torso jerks, and you feel something sliding down your throat. He’s..feeding you?

This becomes a regular routine, him returning from the forest and pushing his secondary mouth into yours to share his hunts with you. You beg him to stop, to let you go or let you die, but he just growls and rubs his smooth head against you.

You’ve lost track of time. Your body is changing, you can feel it. Slowly, day by day, your belly is growing again, though much more than before. The alpha begins to nose and prod along your body, often trying your hole with the smooth swell of his nose. You realize your hole has become softer and larger, and each day it feels like he can slide his muzzle further against you.

You start to notice him changing, too. The carapace between his hind legs seems to have softened, swelling outward slowly, growing. You realize somehow, he’s grown a penis. As far as you know, that’s completely unheardof. Yet there it is, dangling between his legs.

He climbed up to where you were hanging, taking you in his hands. He growled and settled his head over your shoulder as his body bowed. His hips work their way between your legs, and you feel the head of his newly grown cock spread your hole. You can’t resist, you can barely cry out when he thrusts into you. There’s no pleasure to it, not tenderness or love. He thrusts roughly, pushing deep into you. You feel your body react, everything in you suddenly alive with sensation. You cry out and thrash, then scream in pleasure as he cums inside you. Your already distended belly grows larger as he pumps you full.

Time passes. Your belly grows until it’s hanging between your legs. The alpha and the smaller xenos you birthed on the ship connect your growing belly to the broken ship with more resin, taking the burden of weight bearing off of you. You’re grateful to them. The alpha fucks you almost daily, further distending your belly.

Little by little, black patches appear on your skin. Hardened plates cover your arms and legs, then your chest above the swell of your belly. From your ribs downward, you are nothing but belly, your legs dangling comically on either side. Your hole continues to stretch, and though you can’t see it, you’re fairly certain it’s moved.

The skin over your belly becomes thinner. Inside, you can barely see the movement of large objects, shuffling around within you. Your spine has grown its own cage-like carapace which wraps around your ribs and hips. It’s only then you realize the flesh of your back and ass have changed, stretching backward. Your hole has begun to shift downward, dangling just off the ground from your massive belly.

No…not belly…Egg sac.

The hard cage along your spine helps support the ever growing sac. The alpha and smaller xenos dutifully tend to you as you begin to understand your new place. They didn’t have time for a queen to be born and grow..they had to make do. Your belly ripples, the translucent skin shifting and pushing, moving the hundreds..no, thousands of eggs through you. The small xenos have brought back living creatures and restrained them to the walls of the ship and the surrounding trees. Day by day, the skyline gives way to a lattice work of resin construction. They build a sanctuary for you.

The alpha rarely leaves you now, staying always at your side, climbing around you and tending to your every need. He caresses your egg sac, soothing the discomfort of the eggs moving inside you, easing your burden.

You feel your egg sac convulse and cry out. Your voice sounds like their’s now, a shrieking growl that echos in your chambers. The alpha is beside you at once, rubbing his crested head against you. The convulsing contractions travel all the way down your belly, and you feel your hole begin to bulge. Slice and goo pour from you, sending the small xenos scurrying to your hole. You feel the birthing tube of your hole stretch and elongate until it almost touches the ground. The bulge of an egg moves through it, and you groan at the tight pucker you feel before you stretch around it, easing it to the floor.

Another egg soon follows, then another. You find yourself in a haze, trapped in a feeling of pleasurable pain as egg after egg travels through your birth canal to be deposited on the ground.

The smaller xenos collect the eggs and move them, setting them in front of their captives. The creatures writhe and scream, exactly the wrong thing to do. The eggs blossom open, and facehuggers wriggle their way free. They leap and plant themselves over the screaming mouths, muffling them as their ovipositors force deep into their throats.

Some time later, you coo as you watch your children burst from their incubators and wriggle onto the ground. Your children, your second brood. They skitter around you, finding places to shelter their small, soft bodies until they grow. The alpha purrs at you and rubs himself along your belly. You want him to seed you again, and he obliges, thrusting into your hole even as you try to push out more eggs.

Your new life as their queen will be full of pleasure and offspring. You will make a new home of this world, together with him and your children. Your species will thrive. Even as hard plates cover your face, and the soft skin of your cheeks falls away to expose your huge, gleaming teeth, you feel every inch a queen. Your crest soon grows from what was once a rounded skull, just like his did.

Every day you lay more eggs, and every  day your children burst free. This world is yours, your realm, your home, your kingdom.


(by supernona)

Title: we’ll be alright this time
Summary: This is how Sasuke Uchiha falls in love.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: First Love
Rating: K
A/N: It’s ssmonth guys sobs. I’m a lil late but it’s ok.


It starts in the hospital, the first week into his return. Sasuke is bedridden, confined to a too-white room, still bruised in blacks and blues—but the worst of his wounds have healed for the most part, courtesy of Sakura’s gentle healing hands.

Sakura.

She’s here a lot, he realizes, as each day passes by; not just with him, but in the halls of the hospital and the adjacent rooms, too, treating tired shinobi wounded in war and still-frightened civilians trying to recover from it all. The smile to her lips never ceasing, she doesn’t seem to miss out on any pressing matter, doesn’t actually seem to leave these walls at all—and if Sasuke didn’t so often catch her dozing in the armchair at his bedside, he might even think she never sleeps, either.

And yet, despite her busy schedule, Sakura always finds the time to offer him a visit every day.

Something in him softens at the thought.

“You’re healing very well, Sasuke-kun,” she says to him, one day, as time dictates it necessary to have his bandages changed yet again. “I’m actually pretty surprised. Are you sure you don’t have a hidden tailed beast somewhere inside you helping to patch you up?”

The query is a teasing one—something that Sasuke has yet to grow used to, when it comes to Sakura. She’d always been so shy when it came to him, Sasuke remembers from their years before, so sweet and pure, and eager to impress him; whatever brashness she held inside had only ever been expressed with anger towards their blond best friend whenever he did something she didn’t like—which was often. But the woman that stands here before him now is different, despite in some ways still being the same; kind, and bright, she smiles and jibes playful remarks, seemingly unafraid to make a fool of herself… or, perhaps, driven with a confidence that she can make him smile, too.

Sasuke honestly doesn’t know what to say about that.

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03. You’re Mine - Min Yoongi Fanfic

AN*  So I ran across a “Bed Sharing AU” prompt list with 8 prompts and thought it’d be a great exercise to explore writing fanfics again. This is the 3rd in the series of oneshots. I’m using all 8 prompts with different members.  8 prompts, 7 members… the 8th will be a surprise.

A special thanks to BTS… for giving me inspiration and re-igniting my passion to write again. (Gif credit to original poster.)

01. Kim NamJoon - Must Have Energy

02. Kim SeokJin - Mama Mo’s

04. Jung HoSeok - My Hope

05. Park Jimin - Awkwardly Perfect

06. Kim TaeHyung - The BPP

07. Jeon JungKook - Call Me Kookie

08. BTS - Hawaiian Thunderstorm

Originally posted by helloangiemccartney

You’re Mine

Prompt: You’re staying over, take my bed, I’ll sleep on the couch, yes i am yes i am yes i am yes i am no you’re not yes i am FINE WE’LL BOTH TAKE THE BED, happy!!??

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: angst, minor fluff, smut lite, a bit of everything really… *strong language**abuse warning (discussion and aftermath)*

Word Count: 4K

You had NEVER seen Yoongi this angry before… You’d never seen him this… anything before.  Min Yoongi was so quiet and never let anybody know what he was thinking, but he was definitely giving you an earful now.

“I’ll fucking kill him!” he growled as he paced back and forth in front of you.  The energy radiating off of him should be scaring you, especially after what you had just gone through, but it was Yoongi…

“You’re not going to kill him,” you said softly.  

Yoongi surged toward you.

“If I say I’m gonna fucking kill him, I’ll fucking kill him, Y/N!” he shouted.  You couldn’t stop the flinch at his raised voice so close. Immediately the energy shifted and you felt a hand on your knee.  You opened your eyes to find Yoongi kneeling in front of you, eyes soft for the first time since you showed up on his doorstep… with a cut and bloody lip and a bruise darkening on your cheek.

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Little witch (Part 4)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 2 754

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on?

A/N: I am so so so so sorry for not posting the next part in two weeks. It’s the end of the school year so I had a lot of exams. Most of the times i was too exhausted to sit in front of the laptop and write. I really want to apologize if this part is not that interesting but i will do my best to post new part every day (but do not promise). Please let me know what you think about it ♥ It’s really important for me to know you opinion about the story :) Enjoy!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

Originally posted by kimtaeyoen

“That’s how I burned down part of Hydra’s base.”, (Y/N) spoken softly. Tears that she didn’t know was hiding were now rolling down. Nobody said anything. They were shocked by what the girl went though at the age of seven.

“They were trying to program me. Their intentions were to create fighters better than the Winter Soldier and Black Widow.”

“If they can control them we are have a big problem.”, Tony stated as he tried to emphasize how serious the problem was.

“How many are they?”

“I don’t know”, the last events weren’t leaving her mind, “Probably 8 or less. I don’t know how many survived.”

“As far as we know the base is still whole. You may have burnt down part of it.”, Steve declared as he stood up and began walking.

“What did you feel?”, Bruce asked all of a sudden.

“What do you mean?”

“What did you feel right before you burnt the base?”

“Oh. I- um…fire. Yeah, definitely fire, but not literally. I mean, it was -“

“Relieving? Taking you whole, feeling powerful because of the rage built inside you and yet it somehow calms you down?”, Banner finished her sentence.

“Exactly.”, (Y/N) was amazed by this. Mr. Banner wasn’t lying her when he had said he cannot control his anger that easily.

“What about when we found you?”, Wanda questioned as she understood what Bruce was attempting to o.

“Scared. Naked. Exposed. Breakable.”

“Mixed feeling, paranoia overwhelming you?”

“Yes.”, after some seconds Banner revealed his thoughts making them a statement.

“I think I know what your powers are.”

Ten minutes later the whole gang was in the training room waiting to see what the young witch was capable of.

“Are you sure Mr. Banner?”

“Call me Bruce, please.”, her gave the girl a smile and nodded, “Yes, I am.”

“But how can I control the elements? I mean, how did you find this out?”

“Fire is symbolized by rage, anger. It the Greek Mythology Ares, the furious god of war, is always drawn with red paint and flames around him. Also, when you said a great amount of different feeling overwhelmed you, it showed me that you can control earth. When we found you, your first action was to use those spikes to warn or kill the people trying to disturb you. Earth is believed to give humans stability. So basically your powers had tried to calm your mind down by using the ground as a weapon. But when Peter entered you shelter you were again taken by your fears making unstable and unpredictable like the wind.”

“So my emotional condition affects my powers?”

“That’s right. So now we would try to teach you how to use them without letting the emotions taking you over.”, Steve patted the girl on her shoulder.

“What if I hurt you?”

“Do not worry about us.”, Tony smiled in order to reassure her.

Ten minutes later all the Avengers were in a shield created by Wanda with her powers in the second floor of the training room. It wasn’t a whole floor just a part of it from where the instructor could watch or could enter the premises.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present you the great Avengerrrrs.”, (Y/N) ‘announced’ with a sarcastic tone in her formal voice, “Good to know old men and women are scared of a puny girl.”, Wanda who was standing against the girl laughed as she saw her friends trying to protect themselves in the shield she had created.

“Hey, don’t blame us that we value our lives and want to keep them as longer as possible.”, Tony acted as a drama queen placing his hand over  the place where his heart was supposed to be.

“Guys, you must accept it. She is right.”

“Why don’t you shut up and show the girl whatever you are going to show her.”

“As you wish Mr. Stank.”, Wanda retorted back and turned around to face (Y/N). The girl was nervous as she was able to see. Her hands were slightly shaking and she kept rubbing them against her clothes in order to remove the sweat, “So, I am going to attack you. Don’t worry i won’t hurt you. You just have to try to protect yourself somehow by using your energy. Just before that do not panic about the situation, that’s the most important thing you have to do. Breathe and then try to look deep inside you, searching for the power you want. Think about it, think how you want it to look, what and how you are going to do with it.”, the girl nodded but she felt nothing from this instructions was going to be fulfilled.

Wanda’s fingers were moving and seconds later they were shining in red but the woman wasn’t attacking her yet. (Y/N) did her best to follow the advice. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. She had four powers and only one was able to protect her right now– air. The girl remembered the feeling when she had attacked Peter. The air was tickling the tips if her fingers. She looked for that feeling again but nothing happened. No strange feeling inside her, no power felt. She opened her eyes just in time to see Wanda’s magic coming towards her. She kneeled down to avoid it.

“Don’t give up. It won’t happen from the first time.”, Steve said.

The girl inhaled and exhaled deeply this time trying with another power. There wasn’t ground or water her so she had to use fire. This time was the same failure.

“Nothing is happening.”, the girl stated after her seventh attempt, “I feel nothing inside me, only darkness. Guess why? Because my fucking eyes are fucking closed!”  

“Language!”, Steve called from inside the shield.

“Sorry.”, the girl gave the man an innocent smile but deep inside her she was feeling the same way as she had felt in the Hydra base – as a failure, miserable failure that cannot do anything. What was she doing here? Why did she even trust those guys? Why the hell was she thinking the brown haired teenager is attractive? A lot of questions suddenly filled her mind making her feel odd, questioning all her actions since she exploded part of the base. What is she even?

“Earth to (Y/N)! Are you listening?”, Peter’s voice took her out of the trans she had been immersed in.

“Yes…no, sorry! It’s just… I’m sucking. I can’t protect myself by creating a stupid shield from air or fire. I don’t know how to use my powers and how to control them! It’s driving me crazy when I am failing at things. Especially this!”, the girl shouted as soon as despair filled her body. She wasn’t going to give up, no. She was going to fight with teeth until she reached the final but all those events that happened in the last three days…it was too heavy for her to bear.

“(Y/n), hey, you can do it. I know you can. You’ve gone through a lot and this…this stupid thing cannot stop you. You are brave, you are-”, Peter had approached the red shield separating the two teenagers that were slowly falling under the love curse of each other. His voice was soft, his intentions good and it was felt. But the girl was too gentle. Not like a flower that would break under a slightly rougher touch, but like a bomb that was going to explode if the person holding her didn’t know how to defuse it. Peter was from those who were about to get killed because of the wrong actions he made.

“You don’t know me to tell me what I am! I do not know what I am!”, she screamed at the boy. Her body was moving on its own. For a moment (Y/N) felt as a prisoner. She was seeing what she was doing but she couldn’t control herself. The girl felt it, the power that was running through her veins, that was slowly taking control of her hands, mind, thoughts…Her hands were on fire. She moved them towards the shield sending a fire orb. At first the shield swallowed it but then it began swelling and the fire finally was in charge. The shield was now like a cell keeping its victims. The small prison was causing troubles with their ability to inhale. Wanda did something and the small hell torture was gone. The girl was standing there, her feet glued to the ground not letting her move. She was like a living stone – looking unbreakable and hard but this event causing her to crack from inside. When she saw the avengers’ looks she finally felt what she was trying to hide. She was a dangerous weapon, the desired weapon from Hydra that could kill thousands of people without caring at first place. She felt guilt, but more important – part of her felt good.

“I told you we would need a shield.”, Tony stated as he and the rest of the group gave it a try to stand up. Most of them were shocked about what had happened. Of course, not about themselves but the girl. She was shocked – looking at a spot on the wall between the heads of her victims, not moving, pale as snow. Her bottom lip was shaking as her hands did.

“I-I…I am -”, they all knew she was going to apologize but it was hard for her to find the right words.

“Hey, kid, we are used to having our asses kicked. You haven’t hurt anyone, no need to worry.”, Steve rushed towards (Y/N) in order to calm the girl down. He knew what Hydra was capable of and what the girl had gone through was infernal. It would have been unnatural if she was stable.

“But I could have.”, Steve saw the tears forming in her (y/e/c) eyes. Seeing this little girl beside him made his heart shrink. How could he not see the broken, the innocent, the lost girl? He only thought of her as a way Hydra to entice them…He was supposed to be a superhero, to have faith in everything, to see the good in every bad. The blonde man had no idea what to say as though a cat had gotten his tongue. He opened his mouth to say something, to help this little girl who had lost everything in her life but he closed it seconds later.

Wanda came closer as she knew (Y/N) trusted her more than the others. Peter followed her actions but as soon as they were next to the girl she ran away.

“(Y/N)!”, Peter called after the girl and was about to run after her but Steve grabbed him, “She needs help!”, he demanded and tried to  escape the strong grip with no luck.

“She needs to be alone with herself right now, Pete. I think we might have damaged her more rather than helping.”

The next week (Y/N) was distant. She talked only with Wanda and Bruce and trained only with them. The others tried to make her feel as at home she never had but the girl was barely giving in. She was stubborn, that was for sure, but with nights spent at her room with Wanda she understood how wrong her actions are.

“You are not doing anything bad, but how they are trying to help and you should not be scared that you will hurt them. I know how you feel. When I began my training here I wasn’t as good as now, I almost crashed the training room down.”, the woman laughed at the thought that just appeared in her head, “I remember Tony’s face when he came down and saw one of the walls missing.”

“Really?”. The girl laughed along with her new best friend.

“Yes. He made me practice outside even after he repaired it.”, Wanda looked at (Y/N) feeling her as the little sister she never had, “See, no matter what happens they are going to be your family only if you let them. They are strange I can assume, we had out times of division but we came back together.”

It was 8.00 pm. (Y/N) was lying on her bed thinking about Wanda’s words as she tent to do the last three days. The girl felt Wanda as a sister she could trust. She believed her and knew that all the things she had told her were true. Strangely this people were trying to give her a home, to give her a family and she was backing. Why? Was it because it was happening too fast? Maybe because it felt so unreal that it was more possible to be Hydra test than a part of the reality? Only in her first day here she told them her whole story, she was given a private room, they tried to help her with her powers. And what did she do? She almost killed them and ran away crying like a baby…Yeah, a really good first impression. The girl had to accept the information that Hydra was away, not torturing her, not going after her or if they did, she was safe here with people to protect her and teach her how to do the same.

For a week she slightly improved her powers. Well, she still wasn’t able to control them but for now she didn’t need to be so angry to use any of her powers. The girl was trying to use the built in her rage to call her powers instead of letting the anger take control over her. (Y/N) was happy with the results for only one week and this success was one of the things encouraging her to go to the living room where the Avengers were meeting every night to eat and relax somehow.

(Y/N) stood up and looked in the mirror. She was wearing pink pajamas with unicorns on them which was definitely not her style. But what could she do? Wanda was too happy to call somebody a sister… The witch opened the wardrobe. The first time she did so she was amazed how big it was and most importantly that it was full of clothes fitting her perfectly. Now, she was kind of used to it but not at all. The girl took out comfortable jeans and a pale blue t-shirt. After dressing up she exited the room. Taking a deep breath she guided her legs towards the living room which was on the floor below. As she reached the glass door she looked inside. They were all scattered around the room – some on the sofas, some on the armchairs, and some on the floor. (Y/N) inhaled and exhaled deeply and then opened the door. The Avengers didn’t hear it because they were immersed in their conversation but e certain one did with his super senses.

The boy turned around and as the two lovebirds, as Tony liked to call them, saw each other they both stopped doing whatever they were for a moment. (Y/N) looked directly at Peter and for a moment it was only the two of them. The girl hated this feeling but as she had no powers in her emotions, neither on her hearth.

“(Y/N)!”, Wanda exclaimed and ran towards her to give her a hug. The Avengers looked at the girl surprised.

“Ms. (Y/N)!”, Thor came and ruffled her hair, “I am so happy to see you there.”, by his voice, the girl understood he had drank something but his relaxed behavior around her, the fact he was himself made her smile.

“Hello everyone!”, she greeted the gang and sat down next to Wanda and opposite Peter who was now giving her e reassuring smile. She smiled back, “Can I have a slice?”, she asked as the witch pointed at the three pizzas in front of her.

“Of course!”, Tony answered as he poured another glass of alcohol, “But hurry up because Thor is going to eat them all.”

(Y/N) laughed and joined the Avengers that night. At first she thought she wouldn’t fit there but she couldn’t have been more wrong. This was the first time from ages she felt happy again, she felt loved and welcomed. She wasn’t scared anymore, neither in pain. She was feeling young, carefree, free as a teenager should feel. The witch felt normal and for once in her whole life, she forgot about the nightmares that chased her each night.  

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anonymous asked:

Can you possibly write about what would have happened if Snow hadn't come in when she did? I'd die happy!!

omfg anon I WASN’T PLANNING ON WRITING THIS because flkjhlkj i have so many things i should be writing (and also i have work today that i’ve been putting off) but like… i get it cause that scene fucking ruined me too, so here you go, have some porn with feelings. aslkjhs.

the scene (kitchen table sex with no interruptions) – AO3
~1800, explicit, obvs

“To hell with the pancakes,” is a sentiment that Killian wholeheartedly agrees with. He much prefers the taste of her tongue and the smell of dried sweat and lingering morning sex on her skin to anything else right now. And, it seems, she has nothing on her mind now either, aside from consuming his groans of pleasure and sliding her deft, teasing fingers across the back of his neck, down his shoulders, his chest, his tense abdomen, all the way there, where he is alive and awake and quite ready for another go at it.

He loves kissing her, always has; she’s a hell of a kisser and she knows it. Though he may have a few more centuries of experience, she’s managed to master the art in her short decades on this earth. Push, pull. Tongue, teeth. Wet lips, plush and pliant, with a gentle ease even when forceful and wild. He could drown in her kisses, although he has, in fact, been resuscitated by them once before. (Whatever excuse she’d had about that “CPR” nonsense had been just that: nonsense. It was definitely the press of her lips that saved him, of that he is entirely certain.)

It’s the combination that does him in – her mouth on his and her hands massaging him through the jeans that he wished he hadn’t even bothered putting on this morning. He can’t stand it, is too revved up and desperate for her that he couldn’t care less about anything else.

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Watch That Blonde Hair Swing

A/N: Yes. Hello. My name is Liz and I had really bad writer’s block for most of the year, but I finally kicked that sucker’s ass. Also I gave Emma Charming-Swan-Jones a haircut because I could. And also because I still have nightmares about those horrible extensions they made Jen wear her last episode. So here have some Emma Haircut fic with a side of CS Domesticity. (Also, please be gentle LOL) Xx

Summary: A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life. Or so Emma’s heard before.

Words: 2,177| Rating: FD for Fluff with a side of Domesticity | ao3


A woman who cuts her hair is about to change her life.

Or so Emma’s heard before. From some beauty influencer or other. Audrey Hepburn, maybe? That doesn’t sound right, though. Miranda Priestley? No, no, she was the uptight, no nonsense boss from that one movie her mother made her watch during one of their girls’ nights. Oh! Coco Chanel? That sounds vaguely familiar, she’ll have to check to be sure but regardless of who said it, she has to admit they were on to something.

She can’t even remember the last time she’s done something this…drastic. She’s worn her hair long for as far back as she can remember, only trimming it when needed to maintain its health. It’s definitely a change, she muses, pursing her lips while she contemplates her image in the rearview mirror of the bug for what feels like the millionth time in the last twenty minutes. Her head moves slowly from one side to the other and she feels both the twinges of regret and the excitement of something different, something new. It was a rash decision, if she’s going to be honest, a last-minute tack-on to her mental to-do list when she’d gone into town to run a few errands late into the morning.

The salon was just there, across the street from the market, and after tucking the groceries away in the backseat of her car and tracing the outline of scissors on the illuminated sign with her eyes over and over – her fingers drumming persistently on the top of the door all the while – she’d finally said, screw it, slammed her door shut, marched straight into the shop, and announced that she’d like a haircut, thank you very much.

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Tony Stark as a Father (50+ HEADCANNONS)

A/N: ik this has been done so many times but fuck i live and breathe for dad!tony ok BTW THIS IS QUITE LONG IM SORRY BUT NOT SORRY

please leave requests HERE

  • ok so tony had no idea at all that you were born until you were one and a half years old
  • it turns out your mother wasn’t really mother material and tony gained custody
  • The minute he had you in his arms, he knew that he would never let you believe that he didn’t love and care for you as he never believed his dad loved him.
  • there was no doubt that you were in fact a stark
  • but tony had no idea how to be a dad as he always saw himself to be the “cool uncle”
  • rhodey being the cool uncle even at a young age
  • him introducing you to pepper out of no where
  • “Tony you have a child?”
  • “I’m just as shocked as you.”
  • you being his biggest fan by him making you sleep in iron man onesies
  • him trying to get you to say “daddy”
  • too bad your first ever word was in fact “rhodey”
  • tony would change some of the chairs in his lab so you could stand on them and be able to tinker around in the lab and work with him
  • nat being your aunt/sister figure as you grow up
  • as you start to grow older, your inner stark sass slowly awakens which allows everyone to see that there is no doubt that you were a younger version of tony stark
  • tbh you’re a pain in the ass, always being needy and emotional
  • it wasn’t a night in the stark tower with you crying about the dark, causing you to run into your dads room every night and sleeping in his room because he was your hero from any scary monster
  • tony secretly loving this but hating this at the same time because he cant spend time with pepper ;)
  • tony showing you off to anyone and everyone
  • “Isn’t she the most precious and adorable little devil you’ve ever seen?”
  • “Devil?”
  • “Yes, Clint- devil.”
  • always dressing up as captain america on halloween just to make your dad salty af
  • tony learning how to braid hair when you were at the age of 5, with the help of pepper of course
  • there’s been ups and downs where Tony has honestly thought he wasn’t cut out to be a dad, but at the end of the day you are the one to always put a smile on his face in the darkest of days.
  • tony secretly loves that you keep an iron man plush toy in your room to help you sleep and cuddle with at night
  • you’re literally tony, minus his facial hair
  • tony now knows every single nursery rhyme in the english language.
  • disney!! world!! trips!!
  • possibly has watched every single disney and pixar move at least 5 times each.
  • tony would never admit it to anyone else, but he loved singing you to sleep
  • instead of a lullaby, he would sing “hey jude” by the beatles which would help you sleep
  • pepper being your mother figure
  • being VERY fussy with your food
  • constantly sassing your father and rolling your eyes whenever he annoys you
  • being such a daddys girl and always getting your own way
  • whenever playing hide and seek, you always hide behind a curtain. despite tony clearly seeing your adorable lil feet he lets you win each game.
  • the avengers being protective over you
  • tony loving this
  • you’d get lonely from time to time #homeschooled!!!!
  • as you’d near your pre-teen years, tony would notice that this would be a problem and he didn’t want to completely trap you with him 24/7
  • you needed a life and tony wanted you to find your own path without being known as his daughter
  • tony puts you in a public school at age 13
  • you are quick to adapt to your surroundings and you make friends quickly
  • when you get your first period, tony practically goes into a melt down because you’re growing up too quickly
  • he also has no idea what to do
  • “Hey dad, why am I bleeding?”
  • “You’re bleeding?! Oh sweetheart- what happened?!”
  • “No one hurt me, its just my stomach has really bad cramps and now im bleeding ‘down there’..”
  • “…oh…”
  • tony freaks out
  • you freak out
  • pepper sighs and takes you away from your dramatic father and sorts you out
  • tony freaks out even more a few weeks later when pepper informs him that the school had contacted her to tell your family that you were learning sex ed in school
  • he fainted
  • he freaks out even more once he sees you come back with pepper after bra!! shopping!!
  • “P-pepper what are you buying her these for?!”
  • “Tony, she is growing up.”
  • Tony refuses to believe this and hates that what Pepper is telling him is the truth
  • you’re one of the smartest in your school at age 15
  • except your competition is peter parker
  • it starts to become at that age where you talk about boys
  • tony having to walk in on you watching romantic movies all the time and ranting to pepper how you are too young to even breathe in a boys direction
  • pepper rolls her eyes
  • tony being a very supportive father, he wants you to be happy in life and live life to the fullest and be a strong individual
  • you’d be able to talk to your dad about anything however, any problems you have you’d go to him no matter what
  • but he will never watch a horror movie with you
  • he’s terrified
  • once you realise that your father is scared easily, you quickly devote yourself to prank him once a week at least
  • the avengers help you with this
  • as you get older, you realise that your parents aren’t always happy and it breaks your heart to hear them fight and how they put on a fake act whenever you are around
  • telling natasha about this and she confronts pepper and tony about it
  • tony assuring you that everything is okay
  • forehead kisses !!!
  • you start to date peter parker
  • you find out peter is spiderman
  • your dad has an heart attack
  • “You’re dating spiderboy?!”
  • “It’s spiderman dad..”
  • PROTECTIVE TONY ALERT
  • as a teenage girl, you get emotional moodswings and its hard for tony to comprehend 
  • this causing a few arguments
  • however, tony’s way of saying sorry is always bringing you ice cream and watching a disney movie like you would when you were little
  • you lose your old iron man plush toy from your childhood and your heart breaks
  • pepper telling tony and tony buys you another one
  • when you first sneak out, tony is shocked but impressed that you managed to get past jarvis
  • he’s ticked off when he realises you sneaked out with peter
  • tony claiming to hate spiders even more
  • tony tearing up as he sees how grown up you are at prom
  • him having a photographer for you for your special night, making sure you are happy
  • he gives peter the “talk” as he is with you as your date for the night
  • he’s glad that you have peter though, peter was a good man for you and it secretly made his heart swell even though he would never admit it to anyone
  • you knew though
  • high school passing quickly
  • as you grow older and go off to college, tony realises that you’re both growing apart
  • he’s proud of you
  • and he loves you no matter where you are
  • and you love him
  • but no matter what, you are always his little girl
Human Shield - A SuperCorp fic

I don’t always have time to make complete comics. I work. A LOT. But this was a really interesting idea I wanted to explore. And @luthoring​ encouraged me, sooooo… here you go.

Beyond the cut is the result, expanding on this comic. Written entirely from Lena’s perspective.

Fair warning: there is violence, injury, and angst. 

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umagarotacorvinal  asked:

Hi, i love your writing, and i wish you lots of good things <3333 Can I please make a request? a bestfriend!seungkwan realizing his feelings for you. Thank you so much for your time and for this amazing job you make.

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  • seungkwan is the person who is friends with eVERyone,,,,,,but he’s best friends like real real best friend with only one person: you
  • and everyone can see the confident, funny, dramatic seungkwan all the time,,,,,,but u can see the sensitive, worried, and at often times wAY too hard on himself seungkwan 
  • that ever since u became friends in choir club,,,that sides only been shown to you
  • and u always feel a small hint of guilt in ur stomach because seungkwan works so hard to make people like him and to just!!!!! do his best 
  • that when u see how ungrateful or mean people can be u wish u could protect him from it,,,,,,because he really only has the best intentions
  • and u and seungkwan are at this point that u spill secrets to one and other, his mom tells u to call her mom when u come over, and u guys can basically talk with just ur eyes
  • like ur THAT CLOSE
  • which is why u have no embarrassment calling seungkwan over on a dark, humid night and telling him to meet u at the corner of ur house and its like 4am and seungkwan is like is everything ok,,,,,are you ok???
  • and you’re like seungkwan,,,,,,let’s go look at the sea and he’s like????? it’s late- but u look at him
  • and seungkwan knows u well enough to see that something is bothering u,,,,,and that u need him to just say yes and be there and well,,,,that’s exactly what he does
  • getting off his bike u two walk down to the ocean, abandoning ur shoes as u walk toward the water
  • and seungkwan watches u,,,there isn’t any night breeze but ur hair looks a bit messy,,,,he wonders if u were crying 
  • but he sees ur side profile even in the dark and the ocean looks black
  • but ur not scared to walk into it,,,just a bit to get ur feet wet and  turn to smile at him,,,,,,,
  • but seungkwan doesn’t smile back he walks toward u and he asks u to tell him whats wrong,,,,,something has to be wrong
  • and u sigh and look back out at the ocean and ur like ,,,,,seungkwan,,,,,i feel like,,,,,,im not good enough of a friend for u
  • and he’s confused and like ???? doesn’t understand
  • and u walk back into the sand,,,sitting down and digging ur toes in and seungkwan is like beside u and he’s like what do u mean ur my best friend???
  • and ur like yes,,,,but i feel like i dont,,,i dont protect u enough,,,seungkwan ur heart is so big and people hurt it so much and i dont know how to make sure that doesnt happen
  • and seungkwan hears ur voice shake,,,sees the way uve tucked ur chin onto ur knee almost like ur gonna curl into a ball
  • and he doesn’t know what it is,,,,the way it’s been a good year since he’s started looking at u and seeing something more,,,,something so beautiful
  • and the way u care,,,,,like a best friend should but also,,,,the way seungkwan wishes a lover would
  • that when u say that seungkwan puts his hands out to cup your cheeks and gently says “no matter how many times people hurt my heart, it doesn’t matter. because my heart isn’t for them.”
  • and you blink,,,,a little bit confused,,,,,going “whose it for then?”
  • and seungkwan has never kissed before,,,,,but he leans forward and brushes his lips against urs and the sounds of waves and the smell of the sea mixed in with his soft lips,,,,,,,
  • u feel like its a dream until seungkwan adds “for you. it’s for you.”
  • and you dont know if u should cry or smile or throw urself into his arms
  • but u just feel ur heart swell because he doesn’t mean that it’s for you like best friends anymore does he
  • and something tells u,,,,,,that ur concern was much more than that of something platonic
  • so all u do is look at him and answer “mine,,,,,is for you too.”
  • and it’s nearing 5am now just enough for the darkness to start lifting if only a bit and seungkwan bikes u back to your house
  • where he leaves u off before asking shyly if ull let him kiss u again and u tease a bit and say one kiss is enough for ur first night,,,
  • but when he turns pouting to look at his handlebars u lean forward and kiss his cheek,,,,making seungkwan’s face light up and his laughter fill the empty street
| The Snow Apple | Sehun X Reader AU | Oneshot |

Originally posted by oh-no-sehunnie

Royalty!AU

Sehun X Reader

Synopsis: You were called upon to become a despicable man’s mistress. But after running away, he continued to pursue you. You ran, expecting to find asylum. You ran, not expecting to find your knight in shining armor.

Word Count: 5,288

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Mild language, sexual situations

A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JADE!! (@pebble-xo

Disclaimer: This plot of this story is based upon the anime Snow White With The Red Hair. In no way do I claim the central idea/theme of this story as my own. That being said, it’s one of the best shows ever go watch it asdghfjk



“Lord Jongin wants me to be his what?”


“His concubine, madame.” The royal guard retorted apathetically. “In other words, his mistress.”


Your jaw was agape. You brought your hands to your arms, rubbing them in an attempt to combat the shivers than ran down your spine. You leaned against the doorpost of your shop, refusing to lessen your confidence.


“No, no, no,” You shook your head and held out your hands in protest. “There must be some kind of mistake, I’m sure of it. I’m just the town’s local herbalist!”


“Lord Kim Jongin has made no mistake, madame,” The guard’s eyes hardened. “He has taken a particular interest in the townsfolk’s rumors concerning your… Distinct appearance.”


He was referring to you alright. Ever since you arrived in town and set up shop, the townspeople quickly spread tale of your divergent physique.


Stark, snow-white hair that fell past your shoulders. Oftentimes a shade of shimmering silver in the sunlight.


You never knew how you came to look so different from the masses; you were orphaned at a young age and brought up by an old, travelling herbalist. That’s how you came to learn the trade yourself. The intricate mixing and application of every plant you could properly classify and diagnose. You loved helping people, which is why your heart became set on this profession. You came to this village because it neighbored the walls of the great kingdom, but was far enough off the beaten path to avoid unwanted attention.


Unwanted attention, however, is what you were faced with.


“That- That’s absurd.” You sputtered, trying to regain your composure. “That can’t be right. He… He can’t be interested in someone as common as me just because of my hair.”


“As you know, his highness is a gallant collector of exquisite rarities.” The royal guard before you remained emotionless. “Your unique, white hair has him innately intrigued.”


You scoffed.


What a joke.


You, along with everyone else in the town, knew that Kim Jongin was nothing but a spoiled member of the hierarchy. One who often dealt in shady dealings, and could most easily be compared to a weasel in likeness.


“And as such, you have been chosen.” The guard continued, his face stern. “As a resident of this town, it is non-negotiable.”


Your knuckles turned white at the proposition.


“Tomorrow, you are to appear before his highness and accept his offer.”


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Richard Grayson as a Dad

Request: can I request hc with dick grayson how would he be as a father please?? I just recently found out he has a daughter with starfire :0

A/N: Woah guys, I’m completely new to the DC universe so I didn’t realize they had a kid either but I love Dick and Starfire together so much! I hope this is okay! Maybe I’ll do a part two for when the kid is older? 

Warning(s): The slightest of implied sex


  • How does he initially react when you tell him?

♡ When you first find out you’re pregnant as stupid as it sounds, you’re afraid to tell him. He’s just been so busy crime fighting, you’re afraid that this will affect his work as Nightwing. You wouldn’t want innocent people to die because Dick was with you instead of in the streets of Gotham saving them.

♡ You know being scared is completely foolish since its goddamn Dick Grayson we’re talking about here, I mean come on, the man was probably begging to have a kid with you. He wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he wants a mini-him toddling around. Plus, you’re sure he would find a balance between being with you and fighting the bad guys.

♡ He’s been so busy with his nightly patrols for the past couple of days though, so you instantly lose your courage to tell him the news when he crawls into bed with you and you see the dark bags under his eyes. It wouldn’t be fair to him if you told him such an important event in the both of your lives when he was barely coherent due to sleep deprivation. 

♡ It would probably come out accidentally.

♡ You would be in the batcave telling Alfred your troubles lets be honest Alfred probably gives the best input and asking for advice on how to tell Dick when all of a sudden, he would walk in.

♡ “I just don’t know what to do Alfred, should I tell him in a creative way or just outright say, ‘I’m pregnant?’”

♡ CLA-CLANG

♡ He dropped his escrima sticks.

♡ “Well, Mrs. Grayson, I think you unintentionally went with Option B.”

♡ You slowly turn away from Alfred to face Dick, and there he was in his suit, with his jaw practically hitting the floor his mouth was so wide open. If you weren’t so shocked by his entrance, you would’ve giggled at his current facial expression. I mean, it was quite funny to see his eyebrows raised practically to the sky and his eyes as big as saucers.

♡ It would be quiet for a few moments with the two of you just staring at each other, trying to think of something to say.

♡ “Um… surprise?” 

♡ Your voice breaking the silence was what snapped Dick out of it, and he full on sprinted.

♡ You would be lying if you said you weren’t scared, because boy was he barreling towards you.

♡ As soon as he reached you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and you let out an unintentional squeal as he picked you up and twirled you around.

♡ You secretly loves when he does that, since it doesn’t happen too often.

♡ Once you’re gently placed back on the ground, it isn’t even a second later before you’re crushed into an intense bear hug, his arms wrapped tightly around you.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” He mumbles quietly into your hair, causing your heart to swell. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Dick.”

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Tending an Injury: Surprise Tangled!Au

So like… nobody asked for this. I didn’t even ask for this. But somehow I just got… really involved in the Tangled!Au. I did some sketches of it, but I also really wanted to recreate the healing scene. So hope you enjoy! <3 The fanfic is just below the read more!

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Santa Tell Me|T.Holland Imagine

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Countdown To Christmas: Day 1
Requested:No/Yes
Song(s):Santa Tell Me by Ariana Grande
Warning(s):None
Summary:Where reader questions if Tom will break her heart like others before him.

‘Don’t make me fall in love again if he won’t be here next year..’

She couldn’t contain the smile that broke through her slightly capped lips. Her hands were curled tightly around her cup as she watched from the window. There he stood in the back yard, cheeks slightly flushed from the cold. Looking up he waved fanatically as he caught site of her, his smile widen as she waved back. She watched as the dog ran full speed in his direction catching him of guard and sending them both tumbling in the cold wet snow. With a soft chuckle and a shake of her head she sighed turning around and taken a sit on his couch.

This was their first Christmas together and she was going insane. Last year things hadn’t been so good around the holidays for her, and neither has the year after that. The twinkling lights of the tree filled the room with a soft warmth as she heard a door opening. Turning to the side she was greeted by a cheerful Harrison with multiple bags in hand. She watched as he danced around the apartment muttering a soft tune she soon figured out to be ‘Santa Tell Me’ by Ariana Grande. The sigh she let out didn’t go unnoticed by Harrison.

“What’s wrong lovely?” He asked as he took a seat besides her. Harrison had grown to love Y/N like his own sister, and seeing her down upset him. He frowned as she shrugged not knowing how to express her words.

“Nothing really..” She finally spoke a she turned to look at him with a soft smile on her lips. “Just thinking a bit is all..” She finished as he rolled his eyes knowing something was truly bothering her.

“Come on love, I know you better than that..”

Cursing she turned to look at him with bigs eyes. He knew right there he had finally gotten somewhere and hoped she would open up. Tom had voiced his concern about her days before, Harrison hadn’t seen much of a change in her behavior but just told his mate she was nervous.Tom couldn’t understand why she would be nervous, she had met everyone in his family before so that surly wasn’t it.

“Does he love me?” She finally spoke sending Harrison in a state of utter shock. Never in his thoughts would be come to the conclusion that Y/N was starting to doubt her relationship with Tom, but then again the boys had very little mindset to what her past relationships where like. It scared her how invested she was in this relationship.

“Tom?” He asked as she nodded her head placing the mug down on the coffee table as Harrison smiled softly. “He’s crazy about you Y/N, I’ll never forget the day he’d first met you.” He chuckled as a soft smile came onto her face.

‘I’m avodin’ every mistletoe until I know it’s true love that he thinks of’

Her eyes wide slightly as she walked into Tom’s apartment, she had just gotten home for a little walk with Tessa. The whole space seemed to have been decorated from head to toe. Her cheeks were flushed as she walked deeper and deeper inside the room. The fireplace now was decorated with four stockings. Smiling she ran her fingers across the one that held her name with fancy writing. Her heart seemed to have swelled up as she took sight of a picture Harry had taken of her, Tom, and Tessa not long ago. Everything was merry and bright around her and she couldn’t help the urge to hum a soft Christmas tune under her breath as she made her way through the rest of the apartment.

She stopped short in front of Tom’s bedroom door, there hang on a tiny string was a mistletoe. She felt her throat close up as she looked back towards the door to find Tom. He watched as her eyes widen and a deep intake of breathe was taken before she mumbled something in coherent and turned in the other direction as a frown made its way onto Tom’s face.  This was one of the many times she had felt him hanging.

“But on New Year’s Day I woke up and he wasn’t by my side.”

Tom had decided enough was enough. He didn’t want to spend Christmas with this dull cloud hanging around them. He had asked Harrison for help but came up short when the only advice his friend could come up with was to talk to her. So that’s what he had planned to do. Harrison has promised to stay clear of the apartment and went to spend the night with his family and Tom had set up a nice little fire and waited for her.

“Hey..” He couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto his face. She had taken a liking to one of his hoodies and had been wearing that to bed with a pair of yoga pants.

“Hey darling..” He smiled as she sat besides him, curling up into his warmth as they sat in silence for a while. Tessa was sitting in her favorite chair by the fire, eyes closed and soft breathes coming out of her nose. Tom had been rehearsing his speech before she finally spoke breaking the silence.

“I’m sorry..”

His breathe hitched in his throat as he looked down at her. Her eyes were glossy as she stared out into the burning fire before them. Her bottom lip was taken between her teeth as her cheeks puffed out a sigh she was about to explain something and needed him to listen to her.

“I know I haven’t been the best person to be around lately..” She mumbled as she looked up into his eyes. “It’s just, this is a difficult time of year for me Tommy. I’ve had my heart broken so many times before around Christmas that i can’t help but be standoffish. It’s nothing you’ve done Tom, its just something I need to work on..”  

He looked back at her with a soft smile and wrapped his arms around her tightly as he listen to her talk. She was opening up to him and he needed to just sit there and listen, that was what she wanted. She needed to explain to him that this wasn’t something easy for her to talk about. She needed him to know she cared so deeply for him that he deserved to know her reasoning for her sudden behavior.

‘On the twenty fifth by the fireplace’

Tom smiled brightly as he stood upright looking at the clock. He ran towards his shared bedroom with a giant smile. Biting onto his bottom lip he leaned forward pressing a soft kiss onto her forehead and cheeks. He watched as she twisted and turned before finally waking up. He nodded his head towards the door as she frowned slightly.

“Come with me..”

Taken her left hand, he ran his finger over the newly placed engagement ring and tugged her over to the living room. The fireplace was lit and two glasses of wine sat on the coffee table. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked up at him.

“Merry Christmas baby..”

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