Sparks Fly

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2,109

Warnings: implied smut at the end, dean’s lips, that’s about it

Summary: Guy after guy and you’re still always getting the worst ones. The worst kisser, the worst flirter… Until Dean shows you exactly how a man should take care of you.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry I don’t have a requested fic out. I’m so busy and haven’t had time to write anything yet. If you want to be a Queen or a Dean Bean, let me know and I’ll add you to the lists!

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You slammed the door to the Bunker as you walked inside, pissed about life right now. You didn’t care what time it was, and you didn’t care who you woke up. You were pissed and you needed alcohol.

“Whoa, sweetheart, where’s the fire?” Dean asked, still up and right where you left him 5 hours ago.

“Don’t start with me, Dean.” You sighed, sitting down across from him, grabbing the whiskey bottle he’s been drinking from. You took a large swig and sighed, pushing the bottle back to him which he caught.

“What happened? Need me to punch someone? Or kill?” He asked, knowing you were very upset about something.

“No, it’s not that. You won’t understand.” You said, waving him off.

“Hey, come on, it’s me. You can tell me anything. What is it? Did he do something to you?” Dean asked. You just came back from a date and you were very excited about it when you left so he was confused to why you were like this. It was a stupid thing to get upset over but lately, this kind of thing has been happening to you and you can’t take it anymore.

“No, he did everything right.” You said, not finishing the rest of the sentence.

“But…?” Dean knew you better than anyone. He knew there was more to this.

“Okay, this is going to sound very stupid so don’t laugh…” He nodded and leaned back in his seat. You grabbed the bottle and took another swig before continuing. “He didn’t know how to kiss well.” You waited for Dean to start laughing, teasing you about how dumb you were being.

But it never came.

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Barely Legal (Part 5)

Word Counting: 640 words
Warnings: Pre-smut.

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Tony didn’t knock on your door that night and you used the opportunity to sleep and plan your next day. At the next morning, you bathed and made yourself look and smell like your best self. Peter and Ned would be making a Star Wars movie marathon and would only realise you weren’t there by half of the second movie, knowing you always skipped Episode I. By that time, Peter would figure out why you weren’t there and that you wouldn’t show up.

It was about 10 in the morning when you put on your favourite underwear and an overcoat that reached half of your thigh. You wanted to put on thigh highs or heels but knew it would attract everyone’s attention to you, and that was the last thing you wanted. Calmly, you walked to the lab – where you knew Tony was – and smiled when you saw how he was alone.

“You spend an awfully long time in this place.” You pointed as you walked in their direction pulling the metal tool from his hand to yours and he took a breath.

“Honey, I need that.” He held his hand up.

“Come get it.” You smirked.

Tony sighed, walking to your direction and finally noticing how you were dressed.

“I thought you would look for me last night.” You muttered when he stopped in front of you.

“You walked away.” He affirmed.

“Ned showed up.” You reminded him, tugging on the thick string that tied the coat over you.

“What are you doing?” He muttered, his brown eyes glued to your moving hands.

“You didn’t come after me.” You reminded him, opening the coat and revealing your set of underwear to his eyes. “So I’m here after you.”

Tony licked his lips like you were the most delicious thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

“Damn.” He hissed.

“You like what you see?’ You smirked and he bit his lip.

“Oh, I love what I see.” He moved his hand, running his thumb on the strap of your bra. “You look so hot… Is that all for me, baby girl?”

You licked your lips and nodded, smiling a bit when he traced his fingers down the skin above your chest and in the middle of it, stopping on your bra.

“All for you, Mr Stark.” You whispered.

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“Swear m’gonna take that mirror down if you keep looking at yourself like that.”

Harry said as he was leaning on the wall with his arms crossed and his voice almost as a playful scold, unknown to you that he was watching you look at yourself in the full-length mirror for quite some time.

“Yes, yes. I know I can’t blame you.”

You smiled as his words went ahead of what you were supposed to say, looking down as his hands latched on top of your seven-month old bump from behind, humming to himself.

“But y’know, there’s our princess — in your bump.”

You laughed as you lightly slapped his arm and looked at the reflection who’s staring right back, a hint of mischief in his expression as it was your turn to cross your arms across your chest.

“Thought we’ll be knowing the gender once I go into labor?”

“M’claiming it already.”

Harry scoffed as he laughed, putting his hands up as there’s still the tension of uncomfortability, his lips pursing as the laughter died down and you looking down the floor.

It was both a blessing and a curse that he knows what you were thinking most of the time out of second instinct, knowing to himself that he got better at observing details the moment he started dating you, each time having an improvement as he looked for answers himself.

“You’re still lovely as ever if you were thinking of that. Nothing would change that.”

He carried a small smile, wanting to address what you were feeling just so he could take off the hesitation you had in your chest, putting aside the plans that would go in the middle of him prioritizing you.

“And you are the greatest wife and would be the greatest mum if you were thinking of that too.”

It did hurt Harry to see you have second thoughts of anything as he knows to himself you shouldn’t have any because he’d do anything to take out any inconvenience no matter what it is, wanting what’s best for your sake.

“And in case if you were thinking of it too,” he started off, looking at the both of you at the full-length mirror as his hands clasped yours, smiling back as you know your husband wouldn’t sleep until he solved the conflict and the heaviness in your chest you had against anyone.

“I love you still.”

He spoke thickly as he just woke up yet disregarded it if that’s what it meant to re-aasure you, grinning as he finally saw you smile.

Harry pressed a kiss onto the crook of your neck as he whispered, knowing that he’s fully open into repeating it if that’s what it would cost to make you happy, genuine as he uttered the word that lifted you off your doubt.

“Always will.”

anonymous asked:

A co-player of mine says paladins are all mary-sues with no flaws but a stick up their asses. How can I play my paladin to prove them wrong? Whst flaws can I give them related and unrelated to tgeir oath?

Here’s my list of how to paladin I give to everybody looking to start at the basics.

1. Lead by example. It’s one thing to say you should do the right thing, another to prove it. Volunteer for the dangerous assignment, put aside your share of the gold to a charitable cause, use your divine powers to heal the sick and smote the wicked in equal measure. In other words, be the hero you know the Paladin can be.

2. Avoid saying “No, you can’t do that” unless you absolutely have to when dealing with your teammates. Looking after yourself is a very human trait after all, and you can understand that. Instead, try to find ways to make their more selfish natures helpful to the group. Stress good outcomes that can come from doing the right thing, and have well thought out arguments that can appeal to where they’re coming from. If you’re going to become the leader of this party, you have to figure out what’s going to keep everyone pressing forward. You can help turn this crew into something harmonious by the end of it.

3. Lawful Good doesn’t mean lawful boring. Don’t be afraid to relax and have fun during the adventure off hours. Having a sense of levity works wonders no matter what your alignment is. And, you can be the designated driver for whenever the kids start getting rowdy. Hell, maybe your character has some background as a brewer and can surprise everyone by handing out a family recipe drink.

4. Be a friend, and not a supervisor. My three virtues of being paladin are justice, honor, and compassion, and a compassionate person reaches out to those in need. Being the person who helps another in their good days and their worst. And being honest and having an honorable conduct will make you easy to trust.

5. Lay down the law. And finally, Justice. Remember, it’s always your task to fight evil wherever it hides, and use whatever weapon you have to end it. Sometimes, that’s kindness and patience in the face of hostility and suffering. And sometimes, it’s bringing out the righteous fire, because there is no way you’re going to let unrepentant evil walk away unscathed. The fire of the paladin can destroy as well as warm. It’s your job to figure out what every situation requires.

Everything else, personality, flaws, etc, are what you put into making a 3 dimensional character who is trying to be an example of their beliefs.

anonymous asked:

1/4 You worked as a bartender for your best friend Wanda and her brother Pietro at their bar. Most nights was simple. You were passing out long necks by the handfuls when a guy decided to serve himself. When he reached across the bar you slapped his hand "hey jackass wait your turn" he tried to backhand you missing your face by a fraction of an inch. You punched him on instinct causing two of his friends to turn attention to you. Before Pietro and the bouncer could get

2/4 through the crowd the original offender was thrown into his buddies causing all of them to hit the ground like bowling pins. You looked up to see the most gorgeous biker you’d ever laid eyes on. His blue eyes held a fire as he said “looked like you could handle yourself one on one but these assholes need to learn how to treat a woman” you smiled and said

¾ “thanks?” He grinned and the mere sight made you weak as he said “um names James you can call me Bucky” you shook his hand and said “Well Bucky I get a break in thirty wanna hang around?” He pointed back where a blonde guy was sitting with a redhead and said “let me tell Stevie and Nat they can head on and I’d be more than glad to” It wasn’t until Pietro hollered for last call that you realized you and Bucky had been talking all night. After your break ended he’d still hung out at the bar

4/4 Talking to you when you weren’t busy and chatting with Wanda,Pietro and the bouncer Wade. “Well I’d ask you for dinner but it’s two in the morning so how about some pancakes and coffee?” Bucky asked as he followed you out the door. You glanced back at Wanda who nodded so you said “pancakes sounds good”

I bet Bucky and crew stick around alot more too - Gen

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The floating world is lost, and the whole of life catches in the spring light of your
–and while you repeat yourself in the echo, horizon bound in smoke, I regard
your departure,
clear substance and hope dehiscing into distance:
you live on that sweetness when beauty, sorrowing, glances your way,
and you emerge in half-profile
to the iron ringing of night time instruments, golden and blue,a music shining and
throbbing and taking wing
in the hollow of my heart.
—  Excerpt from ‘Anniversary of a Vision’ by Jaime Saenz

anonymous asked:

Hello! Could i have amami and shinguuji fighting over a seemingly oblivious s/o with self esteem issues? No pressure though, and thank you so much!!

I must admit, I was unsure of which format you were requesting I did this in. I assumed minific, as it lends itself rather easily to that format and not so much the others, but if this is not what you had in mind please do not hesitate to contact me and I will rewrite it to suit you. 

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k1mjongdaely  asked:

I'm here for the drabble game!!! Can I please have 3.“Please come back to bed,” angst, with Jongdae? Thank you and welcome back~


3) “Please, come back to bed.”

“Please come back to bed,” he sighed, pressing his fingers to his temples in exhaustion. “Please. I’m sorry, okay?”

You shook your head, still bent over the sink, the water still running from when you splashed some on your face a few seconds ago. Swallowing hard, you turned off the sink, grabbing the towel from the hook next to the counter and wiping your face before looking up at yourself in the mirror.

The bags under your eyes were dark and puffy from the crying and the lack of sleep. You reached up to touch one of them, wondering where your youth had gone. You swore you were starting to find gray hairs in the past few months and it was too early, it was way too early for your to be experiencing this.

“Babe-” he started, but you turned to face him the second the word left his mouth and he silenced himself, his throat moving as he swallowed hard. You didn’t want to hear ‘babe’ right now, you didn’t want to hear anything at all. The defeated look on your face was enough for him to realize that.

The exhaustion was taking over though, and you didn’t have the energy to say anything to him. You had nothing to say to him. Closing the bathroom door, you sulked back to bed, lifting the covers just a bit-

A wail from the other room stopped you, and you felt your heart sink. Your eyes closed, and you mentally prepared yourself for what the next hour was going to look like.

“I’ll get her-” started Jongdae, moving to get out of bed before you cut him of his a scoff.

“Do you really think I’d let you do that after today?”

He froze, his fingers tightly gripping the blankets as he let your words sink in. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he answered.

“So you no longer trust me with my own child?”

His voice was eerily calm considering his usual boisterous nature, but you hadn’t seen him like that since the baby was born. No, since she came into the world, Jongdae was only ever two things: stressed or really stressed.

“I don’t think anyone would after that.”

His eyes flashed with hurt and he looked down. Maybe it was time you stopped. At this point you were just rubbing his mistake in his face, but you couldn’t help it. This was about your daughter, your child and for some reason he didn’t seem to get that.

“Do you really think I’d let that happen again?”

“You shouldn’t have let it happen the first time!” you were almost yelling at this point, but then the baby’s cries came louder to your room and you sighed, wrinkling your brow as you released the blanket, turning around. “I’ll get her.”

Stepping into the room, you swallowed hard, your head starting to ache as you child’s screaming got louder and louder as you got closer. Anger boiled inside you as your remembered the scene from earlier, where Jongdae had left her on the counter with the stove on so he could take a work call.

Everyone had called you lucky, because if anyone was bound to be a good dad, it was him. Everyone envied you, but you couldn’t really say much. What would you do, call your husband an awful parent?

All he cared about now was work. Work, promotion, raise, and bonus were the only four words he’d use around you anymore, and you hated it but you knew why he did it. For the baby, he’d say, but when you saw her little hands reaching for the fire when you walked into the kitchen, you’d lost it.

Shaking your head out of your thoughts, you picked her up, trying to soothe her. Not even a second later, you heard the door creak open, and you sighed, unwilling to deal with more of this. You were too exhausted for this, you couldn’t do this. Full time job, full time parent, inadequate salary, bills, and it all seemed to be crashing down on you over and over again.

You opened your mouth to tell him that you could handle it, your eyes staying glued to the baby, but before you could his hand landed on your shoulder comfortingly.

“I know you want to be alone, and I know I really fucked up,” he started, swallowing hard. “You have a right to be mad, I get that. But I love her. I love you, and I don’t want to be pushed away. Please, don’t push me away.”

“Jongdae…” you sighed, rocking the baby gently as tears of frustration filled your eyes.

“I just want her to live comfortably…I want you to live comfortably too, even if it means I’m never here-”

“But I want you here,” you mumbled, turning around. She was starting to calm down now, and you looked up, watching the tears forming in Jongdae’s eyes. “There’s no point without you.”

He nodded, looking down at his child in your arms as his voice finally broke.

“Y-yeah…okay. I’m here.”

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bluntsilence  asked:

Hi, I used to be a hardcore Larry believer when I was younger and I would always defend their relationship, eventually I became bored with it and left the fandom for a few years until I heard about Briana being pregnant. After that I completely gave up the idea of them being real and now im just a shipper who reads fic. I remembered I follow you and I saw you were still strongly believing. Why do you believe Larry is an actual relationship? Especially after Freddie was born?

I believe Harry and Louis are in a relationship because I’m smart and discerning and I’ve been paying attention for over 5 years. Filter out the noise (including their batshit fans) and look at it for yourself, by yourself. Don’t wait for things to be spelled out for you. Figure it out. Respect your mind and your common sense. It’s all there.

It’s weird that there’s still so many doubting Thomases out there even as we hear about Hollywood people committing and covering up actual crimes with impunity. Crimes. And still people think closeting and stunting and PR images (which is just business as usual) are a bridge too far?? Really? That literally makes no sense.

Decided to hop on the #meetjsecommunity bandwagon - a wonderful idea by @no-strings-puppet! :D

1. Name, Age, Country? 

Laura, 22, UK :)

2. Appearance?

Long blonde hair, green-grey eyes, kinda pale-ish, and I have a baby face. No seriously, no-one believes I’m 22. Look for yourself ^-^

3. Hobbies?

YouTube (including making videos!) and music are my main ones :)

4. What is your dream job?

YouTuber :) check out my channel if you want to ^-^ 

5. What kind of shit would we find in your bag?

Phone (that goes with me everywhere), probably a notepad and pen (in case I get lyrics or video ideas and stuff), headphones (gotta have them at all times), gum/mints, my fidget cube and spinner (cos anxiety yay), and my laptop depending on where I’m going

6. How would you describe your personality?

I would say I’m boring but that’s just me xD I would say I’m a very kind and accepting person, that’s what I always aim to be :)

7. When did you find Jack’s channel?

Late 2015 - wish I had found it sooner! ^-^

8. Put in order your top 3 favourite Egos!

Ooooh this is difficult… probably Anti first cos it’s the one I knew first, then Schneep cos he’s just awesome, and then maybe the new one because I’m intrigued! :)

9. Favourite/ most nostalgic video/series of Jack’s to watch?

I LOVE Jack’s RYC series, and also the Cleverbot Evie videos! :D

10. Would you describe yourself as an active member or a quiet member of the community?

I would say that most of the time I’m pretty active! I talk to a lot of people, I make fan art and fiction (well I try haha), and I just post random stuff like screeshots and thoughts and stuff! It’s so fun and I love it all! But the best part is all of the community and the friends I’ve made here :)

This is honestly such a sweet idea!! @therealjacksepticeye you have created a beautiful community with wonderful people <3

gay culture is trying to make yourself look gay enough for other gays to recognize you as a gay but not gay enough for your religious grandparents to realize you’re a big gay

anonymous asked:

|| Chest Stuff || My sports bras (not for binding, I just prefer them over normal bras) are getting too small (not dangerously so, just "it's a bit harder to take off but still doable"), but dysphoria is stopping me from mentioning this to anyone who could buy me new ones... help?

Please put your health first! I understand that dysphoria and self-destructive tendencies can go hand in hand, but it’s important for you to look after yourself! 

Wearing bras, and particularly sports bras because of their compression, that are too small for you and for too long can cause problems with your ribs and breast tissue and (I believe) can complicate or prevent top surgery in future, if that’s something you want. Wearing something too small for too long can also cause you pain everywhere (back, neck, shoulders etc.) and bruising, which is just unpleasant. 

Please, please, look after your health! 

- Claude

“This photograph is my proof. There was that afternoon, when things were still good between us, and she embraced me, and we were so happy. It did happen. She did love me. Look for yourself.” This is my proof, Duane Michals, 1974