looking so damn good and tired

Types Of Kisses Prompts

1. Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I’m sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.

2. Early Morning Kiss - A kiss that’s a wake up call, its barely even lips touching, more like they're kissing your chin because they’re so tired in the early morning haze. 

3. Hesitant Kiss - The type of kiss where their lips brush against each other’s a few times, breath fanning across each other’s faces as one waits for the other to make a move.  

4. In The Moment Kiss - Maybe it’s in the middle of an argument or you just looked to damn beautiful not to kiss, but their lips were hot against yours and it felt too good to stop. 

5.  Can’t Let Go Yet Kiss - The type of goodbye kiss when you keep leaving quick pecks on each other’s lips, but end up pulling each other back for more, which could go on for hours if one of you don’t finally pull away.

6. Empty Kiss - When one of you don’t kiss back, just the stoic feeling of their lips on yours, it’s empty, like no one even cares anymore.

7. Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn’t be happening, it’s a mistake, but you just can’t find yourself able to pull away.

8. Breathtaking Kiss - It’s the kiss that you can’t do anything for a few seconds after, you keep your eyes closed with mouth agape of you try to let your mind process what happened. 

9. Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.

10. Quick, Goodbye Kiss - It’s the almost late for work kisses when their lips just peck yours, like an unfinished goodbye.

So from what I can tell:

  • Kaltenecker is alive and well bless, something good to come out from this show since s2
  • I want about 10 of those same creatures that attacked shiro because I want to feed them biscuits
  • Keith’s mom seems to be hanging back
  • Lance has his own seaspace horse
  • Shay and Allura are married
  • That one BoM galra is a big motherfucker and I want him to hug me, killing me instantly.
  • Hunk has a fangirl and she’s pretty cute
  • Kaltenecker looks fucking tired are you okay baby? Keith weighs like 2lbs you can’t be tired from that.
  • Sea creatures everywhere???
  • Laika’s still looking gorgeous and compared to Lance she’s fucking godzilla fucking damn. Need me a pupper like that.
  • Baby taujeer??? Fuck he cute????? Like a little slug on momma fuck.
  • Galra paul blart’s still here
  • My mermaid daughters are still alive and well everyone is okay
  • There’s a bunch of sea themed aliens so I automatically expect more Lance so they better fucking deliver
  • Haggar’s tryna be edgy and not show her face
  • Lance let his boyfriend ride his cow???? Goals honestly.
  • Thace is alive because good and pure things never fucking die
  • Shlav is canon????
  • Emo edgy mall teen is here apparently
  • There’s some galra looking dude top right that looks like he may have some significance to future episodes
  • Jellyfish fucking everywhere man
  • Hunk is still a shining beacon of light and hope and made a new chef friend
  • Seriously I know it smells like some kinda fish market
  • Apparently the two posters from s2 and this one go together to fit a lion in the bg so maybe they’ll do some gravity falls shit and form fucking voltron like that by the end of s8.
  • I’m convinced they are inside an aquarium
Ball Chain & Satin

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: “Can you write a one shot where Bucky and Reader are getting married, but Bucky is scared. Angst or fluff, it’s up to you. Thanks!” Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count:1,391

Warnings: Language (probably)

A/N: I’m working on my requests, yay me! Oh boii, the fluff is strong :) Hope you’ll like it!

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You were in front of the mirror, admiring your sleeveless satin wedding gown when someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

Grabbing a fistful of satin, you gathered up the skirt of your gown and moved closer to the door. You pressed your ear against the wood and heard him shuffling around on the other side of the door.

“Buck, what are you doing here? We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You’ll see me in an hour. Now, hush!”

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anonymous asked:

your nap time headcanon for nurseydex is so cute!! would you do one for zimbits? :)

YESSSS

  • bitty talks in his sleep
    • it freaks jack the fuck out for the first, like, week of them sleeping together but he learns to sleep through it
  • at first when they move in together bitty doesn’t know if he’s allowed to participate in jack’s pre-game nap bc like he doesn’t want to throw jack’s game off or anything
    • jack just assumes bitty’s not sleepy, but one time he comes home to nap and bitty is already curled up on the bed and jack is like “nice” and spoons him and then ends up scoring in the game
    • so now bitty doesn’t have to pre-game nap with jack, but he is definitely welcome to
  • jack used to be a pretty restless sleeper, moving all over the place, kicking his covers off, rolling over a thousand times, but if he’s in bed with bitty, for some reason, he sleeps a lot more soundly
  • bitty always falls asleep when they’re watching tv, no matter what they’re watching
    • jack is always like “aw” and then he’s like “damn he looks so cozy” and then they’re both napping
  • sometimes bitty wakes up super groggy from naps and he has to drink exactly one (1) diet coke and then he’s good to go
    • it’s the only reason jack keeps soda in his apt
  • bitty always fakes being tired and falling asleep when jack’s helping him study, and jack always falls for it, which is fine bc jack will cuddle up to him and it’ll be so nice and warm that bitty will fall asleep anyways
  • sometimes bitty wakes up and both of jack’s hands are just cupping his ass
    • “um, honey?”
    • “haha, sorry bits.”
    • “don’t u dare apologize jack zimmermann.”
An Appreciation of the Emily Kaldwin Aesthetic

I LOVE playing as Emily Kaldwin. I just … I need to tell you guys that. She’s such a rare sort of video game protagonist, a lady who’s not sexualized. 

Shit, she’s even WEARING CLOTHES I WOULD WANT TO WEAR. That NEVER happens in games! Like, I think Lara Croft in the new games had a couple of cool, optional outfits, and some of Commander Shepard’s outfits were all right (boob plate though). But Emily’s clothes are a power fantasy for me. 

Obligatory disclaimer: there is nothing wrong with super feminine or revealing clothes, and if that’s what you like, more power to you. But as someone who has complicated feelings about gender, who enjoys dressing androgynously, Emily’s clothes are a damn revelation. 


The black boots! The long, dark coat with gold detailing, shiny buttons, and high collar! The hint of a crisp, tailored white shirt underneath. Pants! A big ol’ belt! It’s so cool. It’s how I’d dress every damn day if I was a literal empress. 

AND SHE GETS TO FROWN. Sweet Jesus, she gets to sound tired, and frown, and grunt in a fight. 

Look at my girl, RIGHTEOUSLY PISSED. 

She’s taken seriously by the story, by her enemies, by everyone, as a real threat. And she gets to look damn good taking back her throne. 

*swoon* 

WAKE UP EVERYONE: Wings is actually about periods.
  • boy girl meets evil - when you get your period for the first time (“it’s too evil”)
  • blood sweat & tears - no explanation needed
  • begin - how your period starts (also it made you begin because it made you become a woman so it’s basically how shit real life began)
  • lie - when you’re in denial about it because you don’t want to suffer (”get away from me”, “it keeps happening even though I run away”)
  • stigma - IT FREAKING HURTS SO CRYYYY
  • first love - your bed, who knew you and accepted you as you are and comforted you before anyone else did and where you can lie peacefully while you’re bleeding out dying
  • reflection - the thing you don’t wanna look at in the mirror because you just know you’re looking like shit
  • mama - she’s the woman who told you about this shit and probably helped you through it the first time by explaining stuff etc BLESS
  • awake - when you can’t sleep because of cramps (”wide awake wide awake wide awake don’t cry cause it freaking hurts still)
  • lost - what you feel like after a nap that lasted way too long because you’re tired and weak af
  • cypher 4 - well you know you have mood swings so at some point you feel like a damn boss (also you could still cut a bitch if somebody dares bothering you)
  • am I wrong - really am I wrong cause this theory looks pretty on point doesn’t it
  • 21st century girls - well brace your fucking selves cause y’all gon suffer too
  • two! three! (hoping for more good days) - when your period’s over and so is the suffering.. hopefully
  • interlude: wings - WELL PADS HAVE WINGS DON’T THEY
Coffee Rush

@bands-and-shietz requested-

56- “Okay, who gave Y/N coffee?”

57- “Why’re you like this?”


You were extremely tired, you had zero sleep last night, you were too busy binge watching ‘A Series Of Unfortunate Events’ on Netflix, It’s a good show!

You stumbled tiredly into the kitchen, craving one thing called Coffee. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you picked up the empty coffee jar only to grunt in annoyance, “damn you, Sam” you muttered angrily under your breath.

You searched through the cupboards, there wasn’t a single ounce of Coffee in this place! You were so caught up in looking for the coffee you ended up carelessly stubbing your toe on the corner of the table leg. 

Hopping around clutching your injured foot you sat on the bench, you groaned in pain and frustration, resting your head in your hands. Your thoughts were intruded by a familiar flutter of wings, looking up you saw Castiel stood in the middle of the room.

“I sensed you were in distress, is everything okay?” He asked, you smiled lightly at his concern “I’m fine Castiel, I was trying to look for coffee and stubbed my toe, it’s fine” you said with a yawn at the end. 

“You’re tired” he deduced causing you to laugh, nodding your head you stood up, walking towards the empty coffee mug that was placed on the side, lifting it up you turned to Castiel “yes, I’m tired, and there’s no Coffee here to make me un-tired” you smiled sarcastically, placing the mug back where it belongs.

“I don’t understand how a beverage could make somebody not tired..” Castiel spoke in confusion, you laughed quietly “it’s just an energy booster, lord knows I need a strong one” you mumbled the last bit quietly. 

Castiel overheard you, walked over to the mug and filled it with coffee, you stared at the mug in disbelief, “how on earth.. How?” You asked when he handed you the mug, he smiled lightly “I’m an angel..” He trailed off, you chuckled and thanked him. 

15 MINUTES LATER

You ran into the library wearing a blanket around your shoulders like a cape, you ran into Dean who almost fell from the impact. He looked at you weirdly. “Y/N? Why’re you bouncing?” He asked, his hands placed firmly on your shoulders to try and stop you bouncing on the balls of your feet.

Sam walked up behind Dean, “okay, who gave Y/N coffee?” He asked turning slightly to Sam who shrugged. You wriggled out of Dean’s grip and ran away from them, you could hear them calling after you and their footsteps were trying to catch up with yours.

Sam and his long moose legs caught up to you, he wrapped his arms around you waist and lifted you up into the air. Raising your arms you giggled “the cape worked! I’m flying!” You laughed, you could feel Sam chuckle slightly as he carried you towards the library. 

You were sat on one of the chairs, Dean and Sam on either side of you. 

“Okay, Y/N? Who gave you coffee, hmm?” Dean asked, his eyebrows raised. You furrowed your eyebrows in concentration as you stared at him, “holy crap your nostrils are huge!” You exclaimed causing Sam to laugh out loud, Dean shot his brother a glare before turning back to you, “why’re you like this, sweetie?” Sam asked, still chuckling from what you said to Dean. 

“Castiel gave me coffee because I didn’t sleep last night because I was watching ‘A Series Of Unfortunate Events’ last night and that’s why I couldn’t sleep last night” you rambled quickly, Sam and Dean shared a look before Dean called Castiel who appeared instantly.

“Cas, what coffee did you give Y/N?” Dean asked, Castiel turned to look at you bouncing slightly in the chair, “she said she needed a strong one, so I got the strongest coffee. Death Wish Coffee” he said “I don’t understand what the problem is” he trailed on confused. 

“The problem is, the coffee you gave her has made her into a freaking human torpedo” Dean grumbled, “is there anyway you can flush it out of her system?” Sam asked, Castiel nodded and walked towards you. Placing his fingers on your forehead you were out like a light, causing you to almost fall out of the chair but Sam caught you.

“Thanks Cas” Sam said gratefully, he then lifted you bridal style and carried you to your room.

“Never give her coffee again” Dean pleaded, Castiel nodded.


Breathe (Laf x Reader)

AN: another late and short one! my bad!

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @theoverlordofeverything @hmltntrsh51 @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit2 @hamilton4starwars @megabooklover18 @jantales

Request: Anonymous- 94 with laf? (94. “I had a bad dream again.”)

Warnings: death ish 

Word Count: 1,481

Masterlist

Gilbert was two hours late from work, without a call or text about why. You were curled up on the couch nursing a mug of tea, trying to stay awake. These were your least favorite nights. Anything could have happened to him. All you could do was run through all of the possibilities until he got home.

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Bite Me

Anon asked:  I heard your requests were still open :) Could you please write a Hotch x reader where the reader has a biting kink/fetish, and Hotch decides to tease her at work? xoxo you’re the best

Some smutty Aaron for you.  So read with caution for those of you with sensitive palettes.  Short summary: Hotch teases Y/N and she gets so sexually frustrated she pulls him into the single stall bathroom to get some relief.  this is so short im sorry, im really trying to get back into the groove of writing

Originally posted by criminal-minds-fanatic

Y/N sat at her desk, reviewing the file for the last case.  The endless amount of paperwork she needed to sift through was agonizing, but it was just an unfortunate part of the job.

It was a slow day at work, every member of the team buried in their work, files stacked on each desk.  These days were boring and time consuming, but very necessary.  

Sighing, Y/N got up from her seat and grabbed her coffee mug, heading to the break room for a much needed refill.  She made he way to the coffee maker and poured the hot liquid into her cup, next adding a bit of sugar and creamer into it as well.

“Tired?” Aaron said behind her, making her jump a bit.

“Just ready to be done with this damn paperwork.  There’s always so much to do,” she whined, blowing on the top of her mug to cool off her coffee.  Aaron smirked as he stepped closer to her so his face was a mere inch from her ear.

“I can think of a way to relieve your stress,” he whispered quietly before sucking her earlobe into his mouth, gently nipping at it. 

Y/N groaned in approval, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Too bad we’re at work,” he said, stepping away and filling up his own mug, leaving a hot and bothered Y/N in his wake.  “Have fun with the paperwork,” he finished with a smile and pecked her on the cheek.  She looked at him incredulously and frustrated.

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Clair(e)voyance

1:3

Solitude.  The sound of her voice her only company.

Days passed.  Simply.  Easily.  Quietly.

Sometimes she was very busy, the drawers full.  Sometimes it was quiet enough for her to get her work done, and the paperwork filed.

She’d been able to add what she could to her notes to help the officers at Scotland Yard.  A flash revealing the cause of death, or gender of the perpetrator, and she would search the body for the evidence to point the police in the right direction.  A long blonde hair from a jealous wife. The scratches from an angry lover.  Sometimes the entire scenario would play in her head, and she would invite the detective who caught the case into the morgue to “run something by him”.  She was very good at making the officers think they’d worked out the evidence.    

Except for one.

Detective Sergeant James Fraser.  

He watched her like a hawk.  Which made her nervous.  Part of her nerves came from the fact that his eyes lingered a little too long on her. 

Appreciatively. 

She couldn’t remember the last time a man looked at her like that.  Not even her husband.  

He made her feel.  And after Frank’s death she didn’t want feelings.  Feelings hurt.  Feelings like betrayal, and disdain. She’d had enough of those feelings to last a lifetime.

The detective aroused different feelings, though. Feelings long buried in Claire. Longing.  Lust.  He was too damn good looking, that was the problem.  The way his hair curled at his nape.  The small scar at the base of his throat just begging for her lips.  The scruff after a long day.  And the way he breathed the word ‘Aye’ when he was thinking something over  

Aside from the obvious attraction, he was extremely clever.  And he seemed to enjoy bantering ideas back and forth with her.  Claire always was attracted to a keen mind.  

“Do ye think it could be connected?”  They both stared down at yet another victim in a drawer.

Claire pursed her lips.  Oh, it was connected.  But she hadn’t found the tangible evidence yet.

“Could be,” she said, noncommittally.  

“Och, come on, Claire,” he said, tucking his note pad away.  His head hurt from over analyzing. It had been a long day.  “I’m starving.  Let’s get some dinner.” 

She looked up at him.  “No, thank you.  I’ve got some tidying up to do here yet.”

James looked around the morgue.  There wasn’t a thing out of place. Not a paper on her desk.  “Oh, aye.  I can see that.  Swamped, you are.”  He raised an eyebrow.  She was avoiding him.

Claire laughed. “Okay.  You caught me.  It’s just, I don’t do dinner with people I work with.”  

He threw her a look.  “It’s work, Claire.  No’ a date.”  He took two steps toward the door and stopped. Turned back around to face her, cat eyes narrowed. “Although, I wouldna mind one of those, as well.”  

The vision slammed into her brain.  Heavy breaths.  Moans.  Sweat.  Skin.  Legs gripping his hips.  Big hand cradling her breast.  His mouth hot on hers.  And the feel of him pulsing inside her.  

And just like that, it was gone.  

Claire blushed.  God, she hated this.  Because her visions were never wrong. She was headed down this path like a freight train on its track.  It would take all her strength to thwart it. 

She took a deep breath.  “I suppose it will do us good to talk about the case.” She avoided his eyes.  “Just let me grab my coat and purse, okay, Jamie?”

Jamie.

He watched her walk towards her desk, pulling open a narrow closet to retrieve her things.  Jamie.  No one called him Jamie, save his family.  

He never let anyone at Scotland Yard give him a nickname.  Ever.

Yet, she had just called him by the name he’d had as a wee lad.


He watched her tuck into her fourth slice of pizza. He liked a woman with an appetite. Reaching for the wine bottle, he topped up her glass.

It may have started out hesitantly, but they’d had a good night. Claire loosened up after a couple of glasses of Merlot, and some good, generic conversation. She was born in Oxfordshire, only child, parents died in a car crash when she was five. Raised by an Uncle, who’d also passed.

He shared his family tidbits, the deaths of his parents and brother, the sister he did have and her family. You had to give in order to get from Claire. Once she got some food and wine in her, the conversation became easier. They spoke of work and why she became an M.E. She liked to work alone, she said. She got tired of losing patients, and since she was damn good at diagnostics it seemed like a good next step.

“And why no partner for you, Jamie?”

“Interesting nickname ye’ve given me,” he said, grabbing another slice for himself.

She froze.

Shit. Shitshitshit. “You mentioned it,” Claire mustered her bravado. Looked him straight in the eye. No blinking.

“I did not,” Jamie said, returning her stare.  Just a hint of panic in those amber eyes.

“You did,” she said. “You said your nephew was Wee Jamie, named after you.”

Jamie hesitated. So he had. Two hours after she first used the nickname, but he’d let that go.

For now.

He inclined his head in defeat.  “So, why do ye think my latest victim is tied to the last one?”

An abrupt change in topic was in order. He didn’t want to lose her. He was having a good time. Claire was good company. She was gorgeous.  Sexy.  Now he found himself being attracted to her sharp mind and quick humour.

“They both died of some sort of poisoning. I haven’t determined what, yet. I’m waiting for toxicology to come back for the latest victim, but what I haven’t told you is that their stomach contents seemed similar.  That should give you more information.”

Jamie set his slice down on his plate.  “Interesting.  So I know where I’m starting tomorrow.  On the street retracing their steps.”

They finished dinner sharing stories, some gory, some embarrassing, some hilarious.  Claire couldn’t remember the last time she’d had this much fun in a man’s company. Being married to Frank was not easy.  He was fastidious. Predictable.  Controlling.  He never liked it if she laughed too loud, or talked to much.  

In the beginning they’d gone out to dinner like this, and then with other academic couples.  Those were never fun.  She’d see the grimace cross his face when she said something he didn’t find intelligent enough, or he’d give her the “For God’s Sake Claire Quiet Down” tap on her leg under the table.  

The worst outing was when she spontaneously went along on the dinner where he was “treating his research assistant” as a thank you.  She knew immediately that they were sleeping together.  Sparked quite the argument when they got home. The first of many.    

None of that absolved her from her sin, though.

Jamie seemed to like her laugh.  She could tell.  He’d watch her mouth then grin from ear to ear.  His eyes would get even more cat-like as he enjoyed her mirth.  

He paid the bill, amid protests.  He helped her on with her coat.  He escorted her to his car, not letting her walk home at this hour.

He pulled up smoothly in front of her townhouse.  He was out of the car and around the vehicle just as she climbed out.  

“Thanks for dinner, James.”  She stuck out her hand.

Jamie looked at her hand as if she had the plague.  “James, is it now?”

He reached out and took her hand.  The way a man takes a woman’s hand.  A woman he’s been on a date with.  

Hands.  Stroking.  Wound in her hair.  Tugging.  Heat filled her chest.  Panting. Passion.

She found it hard to breathe.  She could feel the arousal, the heat blossom between her legs.

She twisted her hand out of his and fell back against the car.  

Jamie turned, concern mingled with shock on his face.  He knew immediately what had happened.  

He waited until she caught her balance. And her breath.

“Ye’ve seen us.  Haven’t ye?”  He bent his 6′ 4″ frame down so he could look Claire in the eyes.  

Claire was terrified.  How to answer?  God, dare she tell him?  She didn’t need to, apparently.  Bastard already knew.  She could see it in his eyes.

“We’re good together, aren’t we?” he whispered, eyes dark like a hurricane.

“Yes,” she hissed.  “Yes, we are.”

Strip

(A/N): I honestly love protective steve so much

Request: Can you write a StevexReader story where the reader is at college and has to work as stripper to get the money for it because her parents won’t pay it? And Steve sees her as Tony tracks him there one day to make him lose his virginity. And some guy starts to be rude to her and Steve comes to protect her?

Warnings: none

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor


Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

   “You gotta get some experience Cap,” Tony mutters as he shakes his head, stuffing his hands in his pocket as they pass by the retro Strip Club, one that had ladies dating back to all sorts of times. You had your classic 80′s rocker, the 90′s grunge, the 70′s disco, the 60′s flower child, and Tony’s personaly favorite the 1940′s showgirl. “It’s completely authentic Cap, it’ll be reminiscent!” 

   “I don’t remember any strip clubs back in my day, “ Steve mutters as he nearly throws open the door, the old piece of wood smacking against the equally old brick. With an angry sigh he stuffed his hands into his pants pocket as he trudged into the club, his gaze raking over all the different girls. It was obviously a break of some sort for they had all congregated in the front room, not in their individual blast from the past showrooms. All the girls, some of them the drapper 30′s girls straight to the early 2000′s ones all sat around, either smoking or drinking, maybe chatting with one another. Every pair of eyes land on the two as they walk in and Steve can practically feel them undressing him on the spot. 

   “Hey girls!” Tony calls out boisterously, waving flirtatiously to some of the strippers. “We could a little problem here,” 

   “We’re on lunch break, sorry,” One of the girls gives him a small smile as she takes a drag from her cigar. If Steve guessed right she looked like she belonged to the 70′s era. 

   “Would uh- this convince you otherwise?” Tony waves a wad of cash in the air, watching as the girls followed his hand hungrily. 

   “Hm…” One of the girls rose from her seat, showcasing her rather voluptuous form. “I’m sure I could work on Mr. Tall and Blonde for ya,” She sways her hips as she walks towards the two, stopping just in front of Steve. “He’s pretty cute if I do say so myself,” 

   “Tony-” Steve begins, casting his friend a side glance when he stopped, his eyes catching onto one of the girls lingering in a corner, sitting by herself but still there. The dark of the room almost shadowed them but Steve would recognize that face anywhere. “(Y/N),” Steve sounds just the tiniest bit confused, his brows furrowed as he gazed into the corner. Tony perks up a bit too, his gaze travelling over the girls until they landed on the shadowy figure in the corner. 

   “Well I’ll be damned,” Tony chuckles, stuffing his money away as he made his way towards (Y/N)’s table. “Looks like we got yourselves quite the showgirl,” Tony clicks his tongue as he takes a seat right next to (Y/N), giving them a sort of twisted smile. “How perfect for our very own Captain America,” 

    “Leave me alone Tony,” (Y/N) mutters, folding her arms over her chest as she huffed just a bit. Even in the poor lighting Steve could see how exhausted (Y/N) looked, not even her copious amount of makeup could cover up just how tired she was. 

   “I’ve got money (Y/N) and if you’re working here you obviously need it-” 

   “Tony,’ Steve warns, his tone light for now. 

   “I just want to know why our precious little (Y/N) is out here, working that pert little ass off for money when she doesn’t need it,” (Y/N) bites her lip, blushing just the tiniest bit. “You’re so conservative at the tower, always covering up, damn- I didn’t even know you looked this good,” Tony licks his lips, allowing his gaze to travel up and down (Y/N)’s exposed body. 

   “Tony, that’s enough,” Steve growls, his patience running thin. “(Y/N) must have a good reason for working here, right?’ Steve looks to her, hoping his gaze was sympathetic. (Y/N) looks at Steve with almost shame filled eyes as she nods her head. 

   “I need the money for college, I can’t pay with a regular job but working here is sufficing,” 

   “You know,” Tony leans forward, getting way too close to (Y/N) to Steve’s liking. “If you gave me my own private little show I’m sure I could pay you those college loans for ya,” Tony’s lips brush against (Y/N)’s ear and the flinch, her face taking up an expression of both horror and distaste. 

   “Tony, stop-” (Y/N) whispers, attempting to push away from the man but he remained steadfast, quickly grabbing onto (Y/N) to keep her in place. That was all Steve needed to rip Tony away from (Y/N) and shove him against the wall, his elbow digging into his throat. 

   “When a woman tells you to stop you better fucking stop, got that?” Steve growls, pushing his elbow against Tony’s neck even more. The man coughs and chokes, clawing at Steve’s arm to let him go. Somewhere behind him the girls are all whispering about Steve and Tony and no doubt (Y/N) as well. “Do you understand Stark?” Tony nods weakly, clutching at Steve’s arm fruitlessly. With an angry grunt Steve let Tony fall to the floor, instead turning to (Y/N) to ask if she was okay. 

   “Are you okay?” Steve asks, his tone much lighter than it had been a few seconds ago. (Y/N) nods meekly, pursing her lips as she does. 

   “Wouldn’t be the first time something like that has happened to me,” (Y/N) smiles sadly and Steve can nearly feel his heart break. 

   “When do you get off work doll?” The nickname slides from his lips easily, almost unconsciously. (Y/N) smiles just a bit, rubbing at her arms in the chill of the club. 

   “A few minutes actually,” 

   “How bout you get dressed and I can take you out to that cafe you like so much?” (Y/N) smiles even more as she nods, her spirits slowly but surely rising. 

   “I’d love that,” (Y/N) brushes past Steve, stopping by his side to give his cheek one little peck, one that had Steve’s cheeks ablaze and his heart hammering. 

   “Thanks Stevie,” (Y/N) whispers, their lips brushing against his cheek with each word. “I think I owe you your own private show sometime,” Steve’s cheeks flush even more, and he swears his heart presses against his chest with how fast it’s beating. 

   “Let me take you on a few dates first,” Steve smiles sheepishly. (Y/N) only smiles, nodding their head as they do. 

   “Cafe is date number one, bookstore is the second one next week, that okay with you?” Steve nods, a little unbelieving chuckle falling from his lips. 

   “That’s perfectly fine with me,” 

Imagine: Being best friends with Peter for years but after an almost-kiss the two of you are struggling to be more.

So I just saw Spider-Man: Homecoming and all my expectations were blown straight out of the water. Tom Holland worked his ass off (and damn it looked good) and I’m so grateful to the entire cast and crew for putting forth so much effort. Five stars from me and I hope you enjoy my first imagine on Spider-Man! (Note that this occurs later on after the movie events and that I’ve changed some things and I am tired as fuck so this is probably rushed.)

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Miraculous Ladybug AU: Kiwami Swap

  • Mistakes are made. Serious mistakes are made. 
  • Master Fu gives Chloe Bourgeois the Ladybug Miraculous. 
  • “Chloe no,” Tikki says in horror. “Chloe YES,” Chloe declares. “LB SERIOUSLY PLEASE STOP CAUSING AKUMAS MY CIVILIAN LIFE IS WAY TOO DEMANDING FOR THIS,” Chat Noir wails, barely hanging onto the rooftop he has collapsed in exhaustion on top of. “Why don’t you go and CATCH the stupid thing, then,” Chloe says crossly, using her yo-yo to check her makeup. Tikki was not previously aware the yo-yo could even DO that, and is not really all that happy to have learned it. 
  • Poor fucking Adrien. This is not what he expected from the superhero life. This is not what he expected from the superhero life at ALL. He is doing literally ALL the work and getting his ass ALL the kicked and then every time Ladybug just swoops in at the end and snaps up the butterfly to purify and gets ALL THE DAMN CREDIT, EVERY TIME. And then calls him her “sidekick”, usually immediately after he’s had to save her from getting thrown off the Eiffel Tower or being akuma-zapped. 
  • Seriously, even PLAGG feels bad for him. Like–just so bad. His poor stupid kitten. His poor wonderful TIKKI. 
  • Marinette starts bringing a thermos of coffee to class every day and offering Adrien a share of it. He’s so sweet and such a good person, but he just always looks so TIRED. 
  • Tikki’s infinite wealth of love and support and encouragement is just entirely, entirely lost on Chloe Bourgeois. Chloe is too busy preening over her superhero status and coyly relishing her delicious, delicious secret that everyone in Paris wants to know to care about a single goddamn thing besides herself. Like, even worse than canon, lbr. Hell, the more akumas she causes, the more attention she gets. And it’s all one step closer to defeating Hawk Moth, isn’t it, as she makes sure to justify it to Tikki and Chat with. 
  • Tikki and Chat do not feel justified. Tikki and Chat feel CHEATED. 

What’s The Malfunction?


This has been a long time in the making.  I cannot keep doing this.  I am fed up with having sex with strangers.

Fed up.

I’ll be talking about this tomorrow, but I am going through some serious changes.  And the men that I have met throughout the history of this blog have just fucking exhausted me.  And it all came to a head today at Chic-fil-A.

I was on the Jack’D  with a guy who was not too far from my neighborhood.  At first he gave me an address that was literally 3 blocks from my apartment.  Such a close proximity had me salivating.  I told him that I would get ready, and call him right before I was leaving.  I cleaned up and gave him a call, and asked him to give me his exact address.  He told me, Actually, I don’t stay on the street I told you, I live on X street.  X street?, I thought.  I told him, That’s more than a mile away from the original spot you named.  He replied, Yeah, well that’s still pretty close.

For a person in a car, he was somewhat correct.  But for me–a man whose car is a bike–its annoying.

With hesitation, I told him that I would come over.  About 20 minutes later, I arrived at his place.  He lived in a basement apartment.  He was a relatively fit, carmel skinned man.  He had an amazing porn video playing on the television–two well built, well hung black men were banging a white woman VIGOROUSLY.  I exhaled at the sight.

We went to his bedroom, and I was so horny that I was rock hard.  He told me that he wanted to fuck me.  His dick was nice, I pulled out a condom and wrapped him up.  I was ready to get down.  He went to fuck me, and his dick went soft.

He looked at me, This condom is cutting off my circulation.  He played with it a little more and said, This is too tight, it doesn’t feel good.  I looked at him, and I was totally disgusted.  And I thought, Man, you’re dick isn’t that big.

But then I realized that wasn’t the voice in my head speaking.   I had actually said those words outloud.

I looked at his face, and he was visibly pissed at my critique of his rod.  I didn’t care.  I was so tired of this: The guy who can’t get hard with a condom.

I know you’re thinking, Damn Matt, you’re so harsh.  Everybody has erection problems once in a while.  You’d be absolutely right.  Many people do have problems with erections at various times.  But there was something about his condom is to tight statement that sounded like a big fat lie.

And one minute later, his lie revealed itself when he asked me, So can I just stick it in for a minute?

I looked at him.

He wanted to stick his nasty dick in my ass bareback.  He had no intention of having sex with a condom.  For me the whole mood was ruined.

Can’t I just meet a guy, have some functional sex without the stupid shit?  Why do you want to fuck me raw?  What’s the malfunction?

I grabbed my clothes and put them on and left.  I’m tired of wondering why people want to endanger me.  Why, in this day and age they don’t want to protect themselves.  I am just plain ole  e x h a u s t e d.

Like I said, I’m really fed up with this bullshit.  It’s time for a change…

One Night to Confess

Summary: When people get drunk, bad things usually happens. Well, not for everyone, but for you, yes. It was the first time you drank that much and bad luck made sure that at the same evening the person you loved called you. And unfortunately you told him things so embarrassing you want to disappear. Like confessing your love to him on the phone.

Requested? Yes, by anon

Pairing: Reader x Derek Hale

Word count: 1861

A/N: Okay I was a bit tired when I started writing this imagine so I’m not really sure about it, but I hope y’all like it! (the gif isn’t mine, credit to owner)

It should’ve been just a normal evening. A calm evening with a few friends that mysteriously turned into a party where the whole city seemed to be invited. So obviously alcohol made its way somehow to the house. Everywhere around you there were now people of your age having fun, dancing and drinking. And you? You were looking at them, uncertain. Everyone seemed to have fun and you wanted to try. You never really drink alcohol, not that you didn’t like the taste, but you had never felt the need to drink much. So you never got drunk.

And you had no idea what the effects of alcohol could have on you.

“Y / N!” Your best friend came behind you, making you jump. You were very focused on your glass of beer that remained untouched. You still hesitated to let yourself go.

“Hey,” you greeted her without leaving the amber liquid as the party went on without you in the house.

“You’re not drinking?” She asked you, taking a drink for herself and hopping to the rhythm of the music, inviting you to do the same.

“I don’t know …” You told her before confessing that you never got drunk and that you were a little scared.

“Y / N. "Your friend told you seriously before drinking her whole glass, grinning and looking at you. "How can you never have drink? Go! Enjoy it, it’s party! ”

You smiled at her and she gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder to encourage letting yourself go. You looked one last time around you and saw them again, teenagers who seemed to have so much fun. So you made your decision.

You wanted to have fun like them.

You drank your whole glass under the victorious cries of your best friend, proud of you.

One, two, three, four, you lost the count, but damn it was good. You didn’t understand what held you back all this time, it was like you had no worries, you could do everything. Like you were invincible and everyone was at your mercy.

After a while, a little tired of dancing and feeling kinda hot, you decided to go take some air. You hadn’t had so much fun for a long time, it felt so good to let go!

You had just come out in the fresh air when your phone rang. You glanced on the touchscreen to see who could call you so late at night … or was it the morning? Your phone also indicated the time, but stuffed as you were, you couldn’t see what numbers were displayed because everything was tangled. And you took at least a minute to decipher the name of the person who was calling you.

Usually, you would have been excited if he called you. Your heart would have beaten so hard and for a second, you would have blushed. The person who called you at that particular time was the person you were in love with. So in love and so incapable of confessing to him. But alcohol came to your head and it was late, or very early. That’s why, despite the danger of saying things that you would forget or regret the next day, you answered Derek.

“Heyyyy Derek!” You saluted him, staggering on the street in front of the house where the party took place.

"Y / N? Everything’s fine?” His grave, hoarse voice said in the hollow of your ear and you imagined him for a moment whispering softly words … or exciting ones. You laughed for no reason, raising the doubts Derek already had.

"Y / N you’re drunk?”

“Nooooooooooooo, I don’t see what you’re talking about, Der, me, drunk? Pffff, you know me better than that,” you added as you sat on the sidewalk feeling the world turn around you. “Hey Derek you know what. ”

Your mouth was pasty and you had trouble talking, but you weren’t going to stop. Your filter was gone, burying under the numbing effects of alcohol.

“When the sun rises on Beahon Cills …. Beacon Hills … it’s … as beautiful as your smile because … because you rarely smile like the sun rarely radiates but as soon as you smile I can tell you that my heart shine!” You tell him, proud of your blow.

Silence.

"You don’t know what to say uh!”

“Y / N, you’re drunk, I’ll call you back later,” he started but you didn’t let him finish.

“Wait, Der … Derek! I have to tell you uhm something imtorpant … important! ”

You heard him sigh at the other end of the line.

“ I’m in love with you! ”


And it was only on the next morning that you realized what you had done.

“Oh shit …” You mumbled with your pillow against your face in an attempt to stop the world from turning. You’re head hurt so much, it was horrible, as if someone was hammering on your head and every blow sounded and gave you migraine even more.

But the worst wasn’t nausea or your head about to explode. It was all you said to Derek on the phone and you remembered that too well. You had loudly declared your love for Derek Hale, using your poetess talents, singing how beautiful his beauty was, even more beautiful than the sun itself and how successful he was in making you happy with almost nothing. That your friendship was the most perfect thing for you and that the love you held for him was, in your opinion, as indestructible and magnificent as a rough diamond.

And the worst?

The worst thing was that he rejected you. Again and again. Until you were too tired and hang up to get home by taxi.

Shame and sorrow lived in you. You told him. Confess everything. And now he knew, he had rejected you and he would laugh at you or worse, he would tell the whole pack your pitiful speech.

You would’ve liked to disappear in your mattress and never leave this hiding place again. But you had to leave your room one day. You glanced from under your pillow to catch your cell phone and grunted under the sudden light.

It was past noon, but it wasn’t what marked you. It was rather the notifications of missed text messages and calls. The name of the person was written on a white painful light that in this situation was very dark.

Derek Hale.

You put your pillow back and shouted all your embarrassment in it. The day was going to wait.

You did your best to avoid him. As soon as you knew he was around or somewhere near, you would immediately go in the opposite direction. Your friends and the pack found your behavior strange and even worried about you. You had become almost paranoid, seeing Derek everywhere and imagining a discussion with him after everything you had said. And that thought alone managed to put you in a bad state, embarrassed enough to want to bury you alive. You ignored all his messages and his calls.

And obviously, the inevitable happened.

Derek stuck you a few days later after classes, gym class to be precise. Your best friend, that traitor, knew your feelings about Derek and planned everything with him. After gym class, while you were in the shower, she pricked your clothes. So of course you waited until the locker rooms were empty to take out a towel and look for your clothes that your friend had put in your locker. And it’s by going back into the showers and grumbling that your vengeance was going to be terrible that you finally put your clothes on. But what you didn’t expect, on the other hand, is the muscular silhouette that awaited you and that blocked the only exit. You didn’t need to look at him twice to recognize him, only a glance was enough to know it was him. His build, his way of standing with his arms crossed. And you had nowhere to fly, no excuse to give him without looking suspicious of something.

You were trapped. Your friend was really going to pay for it!

“Y / N,” Derek began walking toward you and your heart began to pound as the red rose to your cheeks when you heard your first name pronounced by his mouth. The embarrassment was read all over your face like an open book. “We need to talk about the other night. ”

“What night?” You avoided his question by feigning ignorance, while slowly retreating.

“The one I called you and you were drunk.” He added with that serious look of him.

"Ah? I don’t remember any call,” you lied. “Besides, I don’t remember anything about that night,” you added, pointing your head with a nervous smile. You stepped back as he walked toward you. And you knew that soon the wall was going to stop you from escaping.

Suddenly, Derek stopped moving forward and leaned his head to one side, a slight smile on the corner of his lips.

“When the sun rises on Beacon Hills,” He began with a slight smile. "It’s as beautiful as your smile because …” He went on. “Because you rarely smile like the sun rarely radiates but as soon as you smile I can tell you that my heart shines.” He finished before regaining his seriousness and raising his eyebrows. "You don’t remember that?”

The tears invaded your eyes without being able to hold them back. Of course you remembered it, you didn’t avoid him for nothing! But him doing all that, organize that plan to get yourself in the locker room only to make fun of you, it was too much.

You were already embarrassed. Now you were really hurt.

“I hate you …” You muttered as you picked up your gym bag and headed for the exit, but Derek blocked you.

“Derek let me go,” you say calmly, trying as much as possible to hold back the sob of shame that rose in your throat.

“I’m in love with you,” was all he said and stayed where he was. A true marble statue. He was still laughing at you about what you said to him on the phone, you knew it.

“Stop …” You tell him trying to pass by him, but he held you back by putting his hands on your shoulders.

“No, you don’t understand,” Derek said. “I’m in love with you too. ”

You looked up at him without understanding, his face so close to yours.

“But you rejected me …”

“You were drunk, Y / N. I wasn’t going to confess my feelings and wondering if you would remember the next day. ”

This time it wasn’t tears of sadness and shame that invaded your eyes but rather relief. Your eyes remained magnetized for long seconds before your mouths came toward each other for a sweet chaste kiss.

“So it’s true that my smile is …” Derek started, smiling.

“Shhh …” You laughed, giving him a friendly tap on his chest before hugging him.

The Signs As Quotes From ML Fics

Not meant to be taken seriously at all OMg. Consider it a fic rec list of sorts.

Aries

You have three holes in your body!“ exclaimed the dummy, the magic attacks pausing for a moment while he glared at her. "And you’re still running. What kind of monster are you?”

“Um. The determined kind?”

“Doesn’t matter,” the dummy said, acting as if she hadn’t spoken. “This just means I have to work harder to end you.”- Miraculous Tale by @awkwardnarturtle

Taurus

“marinet cuts in here because destiny can fuck off, agrest is her man. She frown till destiny takes a hint and leabes. now that she s gone, she smield too.” - by @megatraven

(IM SO SORRY BUT I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD)


Gemini

Adrien felt so incandescently happy at that statement, so ecstatic that he could probably power France for the next ten years on his positive feelings from this one moment alone, that he didn’t even try to stop himself as he hugged her tighter, breathlessly laughing as he said, “Since you are my everything, that works out really well then.” - Ecstatic from @thepeachgreentea

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Unfaithful (Part III)

(Part I) (Part II)

Hello my loves! Just thought I’d get this out to you before my short break from writing. I have a request that is done too, so once I reread it and fix whatever mistakes there are, I’ll have that posted too. Love always <3

Warnings: None really. Language of course, but we are dealing with the Blinders, am I right? That’s to be expected

The sun flooded through the windows of the room Polly let me stay in, waking me up from a less than ideal night of tossing and turning on the mattress.

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I love Aizawa's hair but also he's got a horrendously choppy and uneven haircut I'm half convinced he lazily gives himself haircuts when he's half asleep or used a fucking knife to cut it off

I mean…. I’ve already had this discussion about bald!Aizawa. It ranged from “walk walk fashion baby” to “too damn tired all the time to care”. I think he’s just too lazy to comb it out so that’s why it looks uneven. There was a smash comic where Best Jeanist saw Aizawa during a hero fundraiser and he ran over to fix his hobo look.

At least in smash it shows that if Aizawa put some effort into his appearance, his hair would be straight and even (or maybe Best Jeanist gave him a super fast haircut lmao).