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I’m gonna try to make a “send me emojis” kinda thing, so I’m sorry if it’s really bad DX it’s a ‘get to know me’ kinda thing, as well as a 'What do you think of me and my blog?“ post


📥 = I want to inbox you off anon, but I’m too shy

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Thoughts after seeing Thor: Ragnarok for the second time

Spoilers obviously…..


- It really took me a second time to get a full grasp on this movie.

- I’m like very happy with the new Thor. He’s made so much growth since his first movie and by the end it seems very right that he’s finallly on the throne of Asgard.

- Also he’s funny as heck which is a welcome change.

- Although I’ve been waiting for this scene for years, I’m glad the Loki reveal scene was short, incredibly sweet and satisfying but short. Any more and I feel like it would have pulled focus.

- Odin’s end was sad but I feel like it was time for his character arc. He did what he set out to do, which was set Thor up to be the King that Asgard needed him to be.

- I’m also incredibly happy that Loki and Loki’s character arc got the satisfaction (even though it’s “not in his nature”) of having Odin call him son and compliment him in those last moments.

- Hela is the most extra being to ever exist and I love her as a villian even the one-shot she was.

- Also as a side note I hate how people are always hating on Marvel for their one movie villains (like I get that some of them suck as characters) but that’s how comics work… short term villains that lead up to the big bad every so often for events. (See: Avengers Infinity War).

-RIP Mjolnir

- The set design of Saakar is so cool!

- Valkyrie is fabulous. Tessa Thompson just made that character. She’s so original and fresh and just entirely unabashedly herself.

- It’s so funny to me that Thor is introduced to Saakar but this twisted Disney parody ride.

- The Grandmaster was equal parts strangely funny and menacing and entirely Jeff Goldblum.

- What they did with Loki on Saakar makes so much sense for his character. He’s growing but he’s still got a strong sense of self preservation.

- Also that Outfit!!!

-Korg is a gem. A few times he pulled me out of the moment because the humor was so strange but eventually it flowed for me.

- Hulk. They finally let him have character and he is like kinda adorable because he’s kinda like a big kid but he’s also like a petty teenager.

- His and Thor’s interactions are great and really did give me that Buddy Cop vibe that they had originally been saying we were getting.

- Bruce. He’s great and the change in tone makes sense because he’s been the Hulk for so long.

- Although the Natasha thing made sense continuity wise part of me wishes it wasn’t there.

- Tony’s pants enough said.

- The scene where Loki is tied up works perfectly. Between the snake story, the scientific babble, and everyone being pissed at Loki until he has the answer they need is great.

- Again, Loki’s drawn out character development is given such depth here. We see the little heart to heart on the elevator with Thor and we know from Tom Hiddlestons on point acting that Loki wants to engage with Thor but he doesn’t know how. This line of development continues when Loki betrays Thor in the hanger but comes back around to grow him as a character when he hitches a ride with Korg and comes home to save his people.

- This blog supports Korg’s Revolution, would you like a pamphlet?

- The ending battle was so dynamic, everything was moving and changing direction so much it kept it from bogging down.

- Thor’s eye was so symbolic on my opinion and done so well. Hela even says he looks like Odin but he’s also become everything Odin hoped and knew he could be.

- I loved that they had the solution be that Ragnarok had to happen, very nicely unexpected.

- Loki if you give that Cube to Thanos I will hunt you down!!! (But seriously please don’t let all this character development fall through Marvel).

- “I’m here.” !!!!!!! My heart could not handle this!!! I can’t reiterate this enough but bonus points for Loki’s subtle character development being addressed.

- The end was great, it kept up the humor but had a beautiful message about humanity (even though all the people aren’t human).

- Infinity War cannot come soon enough, I need to know that happens to my boys.

anonymous asked:

Can you do a 'what it's like to date MacCready'? :) please and thank you!

hell yes anon. i love this.

  • sharing your cool ass comic collections with each other.
  • trying to see who can get a better shot on that super mutant
  • can be little spoon or big spoon (depends on the day)
  • “if you call me a mungo one more time, mac”
  • often placing bets on the weirdest things like, “I bet you can’t tip that brahmin” and a response of “10 caps and you’re on”
  • maccready being a great dad to synth shaun, because of duncan
  • mac being super duper cute and jealous all the time. 
  • makes the worst dad jokes ever. and when i say ever i mean it. 
  • actually that boyfriend who is just a cool ass dad.
Apologies

Originally posted by lovegoocl

Summary: Cassian gets angry with you when you disobey his orders, so you decided to make it up to him.

Author’s Note: Just been having some Cassian feels lately. This popped into my head, so here ya go. I hope you like it! Enjoy ;)

Warnings: Language; smutty smut smut

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“I had the shot and I took it,” I huffed angrily, following Cassian as he stomped onto the ship. “That was the mission, wasn’t it? I don’t understand why you’re so bent out of shape.” The man in front of me stopped abruptly, whipping around so fast that I almost ran straight into him.

“That isn’t the point, dammit!” he snapped, voice raising as he shoved his finger in my face to enunciate his words. “You deliberately disobeyed my orders, Y/N!” Shaking his head, Cassian turned around and marched through the door of the ship, muttering something angrily in Spanish.

Probably cussing me out.

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anonymous asked:

Have you considered: McCree Bong Water? Get back to me

little did you know that jesse mccree thought of his completely ludicrous ult when he chugged some bong water

mccree, stoned out of his mind: hey have you ever thought…. what if………… MY cool ability… was like.. i stand almost completely still. and i glow bright orange like the sun. and i say something like it’s hiIIIiIiiIIIIIIIIIiiigh noon while a tumbleweed goes by,. and i have my gun, and i focus on my targets, and then i can kill all of them in one shot even if there are more targets than i have bullets in the chamnber,

gabriel: why don’t you pick a fucking normal ability like spinning really fast, emitting smoke and shadow, and killing everyone in a conical radius. or unsheathing your katana and channelling the power of your spirit dragon to boost your power. or releasing a firehose beam of piss from your palm. you always have to be the weird one.

johnny gat doesnt just have a huge dick (according to himself) but he also is one and that’s his entire character. he’s never explicitly shown to be friends with anyone but the boss. he isn’t a guy who goes out for drinks and has a nice time playing cards. he can’t even get along with his own girlfriend in the first game. he loves murder and he’s incredibly loyal. his design is cool - sr1 johnny is genuinely one of my favourite video game characters ever - and sure he’s a badass but he also gets shot in the knee, awkwardly gives his girlfriend flowers, and is shown to have grown over the course of a single game.

saints row 4 johnny on the other hand… everything that made him visually stand out for me is gone. his tattoos, earrings, his funny haircut, even the small details like his tooth gap. everything that made him so charming to me is thrown out of the window. he’s now the size of the god of war protagonist (he’s even bigger in aom?) which just reminds me of a video i recently watched on male characters being just as sexualised as female characters by being Huge Tough Muscle Men in which the conclusion is that no they’re not they’re just big and on steroids to make the male straight gamer feel powerful. and that’s exactly what the fuck is going on for me with johnny. they took out all the emotion. all the pain he dealt with. all the fucked up shit he went through. it’s just not manly enough apparently. he shows no emotion at all over the course of the fourth game. there’s no emotional response to being reunited with the boss, there’s nothing to indicate that the whole zin simulation scarred him in any way “its over and done now boss im ready for the future”, he doesn’t even care that the earth is blown up. they turned him into Huge Guy McMuscle who is void of any emotion and the game gives him this weird legendary status in its own universe which - if you go back to the first two games - isnt justified at all? in sr1 he gets shot in the knee, in sr2 he does some badass shit but only because the love of his life got brutally murdered in front of him, and in sr3 he dies???

johnny is such a good character because he shows emotion. he’s not invulnerable and he’s human as well as a fucking badass. but in the fourth game they replaced all that with fucking knives i guess

Unnamed Tomione

It still has no name, but I can’t help sharing it here. So, beginnings of a teacher/student AU. It’s super smutty, Tom is domineering, and delicious in my not so humble opinion. I’m sharing the entire thing as is, so some of it you’ve read from last time. I tagged some of the ones I knew liked/reblogged, hope you don’t mind. 

@weestarmeggie17 @aconitumluparia @tomioness @alexandriarenee @dameesmeralda @apfelalice


All of it below 


The pulsing lights of the club were alluring the patrons scattered throughout the room, some lounging against the bar, some dancing when they were barely able to stay on their feet. She noted a girl who was giggling loudly, laying on a table while her boyfriend -or she hoped it was her boyfriend- licked alcohol from her bellybutton.

“Get the frown off of your face. You look unapproachable.” Ginny harped, leading her to the bar with her arm looped through hers.

“Fantastic.” Hermione drawled, taking a seat on one of the barstools. “Considering I never wanted to be here in the first place.”

Ginny rolled her eyes.

“I don’t need a relationship.” she insisted, waving down the landlord. “Two shots please, vodka.”

“Hey, you know I hate that shite. Tequila, please.”

Hermione held her palm up, stopping the short, stocky man that eyed her oddly. “The vodka is for me.” she explained, and he gave a curt nod. “What’s that look for? If I’m going to be here, I’ll need all the liquid courage I can get.”

“We are going to have a bloody fantastic time. I didn’t ask you for a girls’ night so you could find a relationship. You need a one night stand to remove the stick up your arse.” Ginny sported a grin while Hermione gritted her teeth.

“It’s hardly a girls’ night if you’re trying to get me into bed with a random stranger. Thank you.” she took one of the shot glasses he slid to her, cool beneath her touch as she tipped it backward. It was cold, awful tasting as it slid down her throat. She gagged as she wasn’t able to swallow the shot in one go, half of it lingering in her mouth.

Ginny took her shot as if it were the first she’d ever downed, like she was a teenager who choked and Hermione chuckled at her. “Forgive me, your majesty. Not all of us are so well versed in taking shots.”

Hermione looked away from her, scanning the room. “I don’t particularly need a one night stand either, Ginny. I don’t need a male for my self validation.”

“Of course not, but I’ve seen you after you’ve had a good fucking,” Hermione grimaced, turning to her second shot. “And it’s been almost a year since I’ve seen that look on your face. I know Ron,”

“No.” Hermione hissed, setting the shot glass back on the counter. “Don’t you dare bring his name up if you want me to have a good night.”

She put her hands up, nails perfectly manicured from the appointment she’d set for herself and Hermione earlier that day. “What I mean to say is my brother didn’t appreciate you, and I want to see how happy you are when someone else appreciates you. And plus, you’re a little kinky and he never lived up to those expectations, right?”

“Ginny, has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”

“All the time, of course. Mostly you though. Come on, isn’t there anyone here that catches your eye?”

“As if I would ever tell you.” Hermione laughed at the flash of anger that crossed her closest friend’s face. “Just order some drinks, and we’ll have a good time all on our own.”

“Actually,” she sang, and Hermione groaned. “Harry will be here later, so I’m sure I will be having fun, but it won’t be with you. Ooh, what about that guy,” she pointed across the room, and Hermione’s eyes landed on an attractive brunette who wore a cocky smirk. “Because he’s been watching you since we stepped inside this club.”

He looked vaguely familiar, Hermione thought, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. “Hasn’t Molly ever told you it’s impolite to point?”

“I’m sorry,” she mocked. “Do you see him? He looks like he’s just what you need.” The man arched an eyebrow as Ginny’s words carried over the crowd. “Hermione!” she grabbed her by the arm, causing her to knock over the shot glass the landlord had just brought her.

“Will you stop acting like a child?” she hissed, ripping her arm free. “Yes, he’s attractive. Yes, he’s taken an interest in me, but no that does not mean I will be hopping merrily into his bed.”

Ginny argued adamantly, with the idea that Hermione should go settle into the empty seat beside him and ask if he’d mind buying her a drink. “Say you forgot your wallet.”

“Ginny, my wallet is sitting on the counter.” she deadpanned. “Doesn’t matter, looks like he’s coming to me.” Her friend vanished, vacating the seat with the reassurance that she would wait to observe before calling Harry and bailing on her. “Hello.” she told him, spinning back to face the front of the counter.

“Your friend is staring.”

She laughed, leaning backwards in her seat to see Ginny sitting in the seat he’d left, shooting her a ridiculous thumbs up and wide eyed grin. “Yeah, she does that. I’d just ignore her if I were you. Hermione.” she introduced, extending her hand.

“Tom.” he replied, taking her hand and placing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. Her lips parted in surprise, while she attempted to cover her shock. A small smile settled over her face while he dropped her hand. “What were you drinking?”

“Vodka,” she answered, thinking her voice sounded more breathless than it had moments earlier. It was what Ginny would have called a turning point, and it was what Hermione would have neatly classified as a cliche that belonged in an old romance novel that she hid under her bed. “You?”

“The same. May I buy you a drink?”

Her lips quirked up. “Make it several.” He chuckled and something in her stomach twisted deliciously at how dark it sounded.

She’d made the executive decision to not drink herself stupid like she might have if Ginny had still been at her side. It was clear where her night was going when she found herself dancing with Tom in the middle of the floor, her back pressed to his front. His hand ghosted against her hips, tugging her backwards when she slipped too far away from him.

“So, your friend left as soon as she spotted you with someone.” he whispered into her ear.

It was definitely the drinks that had her swaying as if she knew what she was doing and grinding into him. “Oh, yes. She must have decided you were enough to give me a good time. She’s rather pushy with the opinion that I need a one night stand to make everything better.”

“And what do you think?” he asked quietly, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. “You seemed rather against being here in the first place.”

“What do I think? Ginny thinks finding a new man for me is the best way to help me after her brother fucked an ex girlfriend behind my back, in our bed, and in our apartment. We had been dating for long enough that it hurt.” she shrugged, his hands coming to massage the knots from them. “She doesn’t believe that I simply let go.”

“Hmm,” he mused lowly in her ear. “That’s preposterous, you’re hardly the type of woman to hold onto a boyfriend who wasn’t enough for you.”

She laughed, her head laying back against his shoulder while she peered up at him. “You are far too intoxicated to be using words like ‘preposterous’.” Her head rolled to the side, and she pressed her lips to the hollow of his throat. His fingers gripped her hips. “She’s a great friend. She’s worried about me.”

“Worried that you’re alone?”

Hermione snorted. “Hardly, not in the way you’re thinking of anyway. She is constantly nagging me for getting myself off, rather than finding someone else,” she nipped at his neck. “To take care of me.”

“You’re sloshed.” he told her, pressing himself into her. A whimper slipped out of her at the obvious bulge that settled against the curve of her arse. “Otherwise I doubt you’d have just told me how you get yourself off. Tell me more, would you?”

She was melting, and she knew it. He had her trapped in a neat web, one she’d helped him weave with her not so subtle comments. Tom was intriguing, the way he spoke, the way kept up with her, and the way he reacted to her acceptance into a grad program. She knew he was intelligent by the way he carried himself.

And that this had ultimately turned into a game of cat and mouse.

“What do you want to know?” she uttered softly.

Tom gripped her hand, twirling her and looping her arms around his neck. “Did you use your fingers, or did you use a toy? Do you finger yourself until you spasm, and come over your fingers?”

Hermione was trembling against him, looking into dark eyes that gave away what he wanted to do with her, that there was hardly anything stopping him from dipping his fingers beneath the slutty black number -Ginny had bought it- and into her pretty black, lacy knickers. Given her heels, she was able to match his height to whisper in his ear. “Do you want me to tell you, or do you want me to show you?” she challenged, feeling his grip shift to the back of her neck and his fingers grip strands of her hair.

He’d picked her up easily when she stumbled on the stairs leading to his flat, chuckling in her ear as her dress slid up. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist, cupping his jaw with one hand while she tugged on soft, brown hair. Her mouth slanted against his, she kissed him thoroughly, slowly at first, almost tentatively until her back was slammed against the door of his flat.

A door opened, a nosy neighbor peeking out to see who exactly the soft whimpers belonged to. Tom unlocked his door too easily, she thought, and doubled her efforts to fluster him with a smirk.

He kicked the bottom of the door open, the door knob connecting with the door stop and he locked it behind him. “Christ.” she murmured as he yanked on her hair, her head falling back while he nipped the skin of her neck.

There was the recurring thought that Ginny was going to die whenever she found out she’d actually gone home with the hot, older man from the club. If she told her that is, Hermione thought she might like to keep this night a secret as she was sure Tom was the kind of man who would show her everything she wanted to try and more. Unlike her previous boyfriend-,

“You’re thinking too much,” he murmurs against her skin, carrying her through his flat and into a bedroom. “Come back to me, love.” Tom’s voice was low, hot against her ear as his lips skimmed her neck.

And she’s blissfully drunk, still coherent, but she’s brave enough to sink to her knees when he sets her down. With a grin she undoes his belt, the button on his trousers and pulls them down with his boxers. Her eyes widen a fraction, she turns her head so he won’t see her cheeks heat up.

His cock is, if she were forced to compare, the same length as her ex boyfriend, but thicker than she’d ever had. This night cannot go on long enough. From him sweeping her into his arms, her dress in bunched around her waist, exposing her thong.

“No,” he tells her, taking hold of her hair how she liked, and pulled her to look at him. “I want you in front of the mirror so I can see your arse when I like.” A whimper slips between her lips as he walks backwards towards the bed, guiding her by her hair, and her knickers dampen. He tilts his head to the side, a feral look in his eye. “Actually,” he begins softly. “Would you slip the dress off?”

Hermione nods, leaning against his lap while he reaches down her back to unzip her dress. Her eyes flick to his cock, resting against his leg and right in front of her lips. Her tongue slides against the tip, her plump lips wrapping around it.

He groans above her, and her dress tears. “Look what you’ve done now,” he muses. “I suppose it doesn’t matter now. I’ll give you something to wear.” Tom rips her dress, forgetting the zipper and she gasps. He takes the opportunity to thrust into her mouth,  his fingers sliding along her spine. The tip hits the back of her throat before he pulls her away from him.

He reaches out to trace her pouty bottom lip with his thumb. “Take your knickers off, Hermione.” Her name is a low rumble from the back of his throat, a smile toying with his lips. His eyes flick down to her bare chest, the dress had been tight enough to hold her breasts in, not to mention pushing them up. “So pretty.” he cooes, brushing a finger across the tight bud, watching it harden.

It’s difficult to say if her legs shake because she’s intoxicated, or if it’s because of the sexual power this man held over her. Her fingers hook into the sides of her knickers, slowly sliding them down in front of him. “On your knees for me?” he phrases it as a question, but his eyes give away that it’s an order. “Legs apart, I want to see your cunt.”

She moans softly, dropping to the floor and parting her legs to expose herself. “Fuck,” she gasps as he takes hold of her hair once more. She peeks up at him in an effort to memorize the hard line of his jaw, the way he was looking down on her. She licked the underside of his cock, dragging her tongue against his flesh.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she wrapped her lips around his cock once more. She wrapped her hand around the bottom of his shaft, pumping as she worked to take him in her mouth. Muffled moans slipped from her mouth while she sucked him, but a tugging at her hair brought her attention back to him.

She nods, letting her hand fall away from him, letting him take control. He thrust into her mouth once more, grinning wickedly when she gagged as he hit the back of her throat. “You are perfect,” he tells her, his soft voice a contrast from the way he fucked her throat. “Do you like it rough, Hermione?”

It’s all she can do to moan as his grip on her hair tightens, tilting her head back while he stands. Her eyes water, as to be expected when she managed to deep throat him. He pulls away, and she whines in disappointment. “If you keep sucking my cock like that, I’ll come down your throat.”

She remains in her pose on the floor, hoping he will come back and do just that. “That sounds perfect.” she grins.

“Not yet,” Tom crooks a finger at her. “Sit on the bed for me, I’m going to grab a drink for myself.” He smacks her arse as she stands, pulling her to him by her shoulders, slipping a hand between her legs from behind. “You’re dripping.” he whispers in her ear, sliding a finger between her folds. His arm comes to her collarbone, pinning her to his front. “How do you taste?” Tom slips his index finger into her mouth, groaning when she cleans his finger with her tongue.

“Just bring the bottle,” her body shudders against him as his erection slips between her arse. His only reply is to bite down on the hollow of her throat, catching her when she nearly stumbles. “Tom.”

“On my bed,” he reminds her before releasing her.

She’s breathless as she crawls onto the large bed, tucking her legs beneath her and sitting on her knees. He seemed to like her like this, she thought with a smile. It was clear she’d have to thank Ginny Weasley for dragging her out to a club.

Her nipples stiffened against the cold air of his room while she clasped her hands in her lap. She laughed when he appeared in the doorway, carrying a bottle of vodka with no glass in sight. Hermione grabbed the bottle from him, unscrewing the cap and taking a drink while he unbuttoned his shirt.

Tom took the bottle from her outstretched hand, kneeling in front of her. She’d thought he was going to take a drink himself, but was thrilled to be wrong. He tilted the glass bottle over her, letting the ice cold liquor slide over her breast, a droplet sliding over her nipple that he caught with his tongue.

She whimpered, grabbing onto his shoulders while he laid her back against the pillows, sucking on the poor nub. The bottle never leaving his grip, she noticed. Hermione rubbed her legs together, desperate for friction, but he parted her legs by wedging his knee between them. “Oh, my God, please.” she begged, throwing her head back as he rubbed her clit.

“Whatever you like,” he tells her, licking between her breasts before latching onto her other nipple, nipping it lightly. “You have to tell me though.”

She pants above him, snatching the bottle and taking a long drink before answering. “I want you to taste me.” she teases him, using his earlier words. “I want you to eat me out.”

Tom leaves the bottle in her trembling hands, gripping her hips as he moves down her body. He leaves a trail of hot kisses down her abdomen, pressing his lips to her smooth mound. Hermione watched him with wide eyes as he spread her legs apart while her back was against the wooden headboard.

He held her legs steady when she began to shake as he leaned in and inhaled the scent of her. “Oh, my God.” she whimpered, taking the moment for another drink. The hangover would be horrible in the morning, but if she sobered up, she was sure she’d get embarrassed and run. “Tom,” she moaned loudly, knocking the headboard against the wall when he licked between her folds, dragging his tongue up her slit and flicking the sensitive little nub.

“You’re delicious.” he growls, lowering his mouth while maintaining eye contact with her. He laps at her cunt with slow strokes against her clit. He watches her eyes fall shut while she pushes herself closer to his mouth. Not that he lets her, he pins her down and puts her through the pleasure he slowly gives her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” she groans, her back arching. “That feels so good, Tom, please.” She has no idea what she’s begging for. His index finger slides into her, curling deliciously while he works to find her g spot, and when he does-,

Hermione screams at the sensation, he’d added another finger. Between his fingers curling against the spot inside of her, and him sucking lightly on her clit -no one has ever done that, she thinks mindlessly- she feels boneless. Hermione comes hard on his mouth, spasming when he continues eating her out while her body rocks from her orgasm.

“Tom,” she gasps, her legs relaxing finally as he moves up her body, capturing her lips roughly. He bites her bottom lip, his cock sliding between her lips while she scrambles to pull her closer. “Fuck, where have you been all of my life?”

He chuckles, taking a drink while she presses her lips to his throat, biting down roughly. She’s going to leave marks on him, so that when tomorrow comes he knows exactly who left them. “Waiting to meet you in a shitty club, apparently.”

She laughs, licking the vodka that slips from the corner of his mouth and down his throat. “Tastes better off of you.” Hermione whispers to him, biting his bottom lip as he had done to her.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he groans, letting her shove him onto his back and grind her cunt against his stiff cock. “This is pretty,” he murmurs, tracing what she assumed was a bruise he’d left on her neck. “Did I hurt you?”

“Absolutely not.” she moans, moving to impale herself.

Of course he stops her. “I want you to watch me fuck you senseless, until you’re begging.” he whispers to her, smirking when she freezes over him. “I’m going to make you scream for it, Hermione.”

Gripping her by her waist, she couldn’t wait to see the bruises that would be left in the shape of his fingers tomorrow morning, he moves her into a position she’s never been in before. “Trust me,” he purrs in her ear, moving her ride him with her back facing him. She sees them clearly in the mirror in front of his bed. His cock is thick, pressed against her swollen, dripping cunt.

Christ, he’s too fucking hot.

“Tom,” she whines impatiently, just as he guides her down his cock. She watches, open mouthed and shaking, while he slides into her. Watching her cunt stretch to take in his massive cock makes her moan loudly.

Who cares if his neighbor is eavesdropping?

“Tell me what you see.” he orders her, thrusting into her tight heat several times, listening to sweet, little whimpers that keep him impossibly hard.

“You fucking me.” she manages between her ragged breaths. “The way your cock stretches me, God, you’re so big.” She can’t see his smirk, but she’s sure it’s there. “I can see my tits bouncing each time you slide into me.”

He hums. “Do you see how wet you are for me?” Tom asks her, slamming into her harder. “Did sucking me off do that to you?” A nod. “We’re going to change positions.” he tells her, letting her crawl off of his lap. “Do you like being told what to do?” Tom’s voice is soft, but firm, and she can only nod.

“I do, but you’re the only one to ever give it to me how I want.” she grins as he’s taken by surprise.

“On your hands and knees,” he tells her, and she crawls in front of him, bracing herself on her arms instead of her hands and arching her back. He slaps her arse, settling behind her and guiding his cock to her entrance. Tom leans down to whisper in her ear. “You like it rough?”

“Please.” she returns, pressing herself against him, the tip slipping inside of her. “I think I’d like it any way you want to give it to me.”

“You shouldn’t give me that kind of power, love.”

She looks back at him. “Then make me regret it.” Hermione isn’t sure why she said it, she’s certainly never played with fire before, but it’s hard to regret it when he grabs her roughly by her hair, wrapping the strands around his knuckles.

“Watch me fuck you then.” he growls.

And she watches while holding her breath in anticipation when he slams into her roughly, her front half dropping to the sheets while he fucks her like he’s attempting to break her. “Tom!” she squeals, wriggling her arse when he spanks her again and she finds that she’s utterly in love with the delicious pain it causes her.

She feels completely full as he thrusts into her, groaning how tight her cunt is wrapped around his cock. He tells her what a pretty, little cunt she has, spread so nicely by his cock. His words would have pushed her into another orgasm alone, but then he takes her by surprise once more.

“Play with your clit for me until you come. I want you to be a screaming mess that’s wrapped around me when you come.”

She whimpers as his finger rubs against her arse hole, while she reaches between her legs. Her fingers slip as she’s so wet, but she strokes her clit, rubbing in circles quickly as she cries out. “Have you ever had your arse fingered?” Tom asks her, massaging the tight ring. She shakes her head. “Would you?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Jesus, I’ll try anything.” she admits and watches his face light up.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, slipping his finger into her cunt alongside his cock. He coats her arse hole with her slick juices, carefully pushing the tip of his finger inside. “You’re allowed to come once you can take my finger.”

Her eyes widen, but she nods quickly. His thrusts don’t slow as he carefully slides his finger inside of her, pausing when it reaches his knuckle. Hermione adjusts to it easily, she’s sure it’s because she’s lost count of the amount of shots she’s taken, but she pushes herself backwards. “Please don’t stop.” she begs, moaning as his eyes darken and she feels his finger slide all the way in. “Move!” she shrieks at him, her hand between her legs rubbing the hard nub quickly.

And he does, he fingers her rougher once she’s acclimated to it, once she’s begging him to be rougher. “Come around me, Hermione.” he urges her. “Let me feel your cunt tighten around my cock before I fill you.”

She’s never been so grateful for being on her birth control shot, and for him being genuine in having had a physical not too long ago. It’s still risky, something she’d have never done if she wasn’t begging for his cock.

He was right when he said she’d be screaming.

Hermione screams, it’s his name on her lips, she thinks and she shudders. She continues to rub her clit, while he fucks her so hard she knows she’s going to feel it for days. “Tom, Tom.” she repeats his name over and over again.

Tom yanks her backwards by her hair, her arse against his pelvis while he sheathes himself fully inside of her while he comes. He groans her name, his voice low, broken and husky. “Fuck, it’s more like where have you been all of my life?” he mutters under his breath and she’s sure she wasn’t supposed to hear it.

Hermione turns to face him on her knees, dragging her soaking fingers across his lips, coating them with her juices.

It’s him who shouts though when she wraps her lips around the tip of his cock, sucking lightly while she tastes herself on him.

New and upcoming NCT members expectation vs. reality

Now I know I’m not the only one shook by the three new member’s personalities. Especially Lucas. SO I am prepared for the 2019 members to do the same:

(btw one of them are German THAT’S SO COOL)

Okay so we’re looking at them, and by default hoomans create personalities for them in their head, despite not knowing a single detail or seeing them in action. I thought it’d be a fun thing to do to show my first impressions of the new members and compare that to the reality. 

*in Junguwu’s voice* LUCAS~:

Expectation: Man I saw him and my heart literally skipped a beat. Omg he is so damn attractive! So off the bat I saw him as having a cool personality and being very collected. I expected him to be oozing in charisma. Don’t get me wrong, he still is, just a different kind. Have you ever watched Boys Over Flowers? F4? Yeah THAT kind of charisma. Minus the whole bullying thing.

Reality: Woweewoo was I wrong. I still thing he’s cool, but he’s a bit of a goofy dork. I feel like his personality along with his HELLA ATTRACTIVE appearance is what immediately shot him to the top of my bias list. mOVE OVER YUTA. It was so damn unexpected. I love hearing him talk in like 10 different languages in one sentence. He’s so goofy and loveable and UGH I love him sm TTT____TTT.

Fat Kun is this joke old yet:

E: OKAY JUST LOOK AT THAT FACE. Omg his smile. I totally expected him to be a lil shy. Also I expected him to not speak much and to keep to himself. A pure cinnamon roll like WinWin.

R: He’s so snarky(?) and sarcastic. Not to mention his motherly instincts. Did you see that live with the dreamies? A total leader type. Idk how else to explain his personality. Him around the members is kinda like me around my friends!

Junguwu:

E: It must’ve been his strong eyebrows and attentive eyes. I totally thought THIS dude was a leader type. He striked me as an older brother figure. He’s a year older than Lucas and I so that kinda helped. 

R: I BUST THE BIGGEST UWU WITH EVERY VIDEO INCLUDING THIS BOI OMG. He’s so soft and pure. As you can see, his E and R are literally Kun’s E and R flipped. Except Jungwoo isn’t exactly shy or quiet. He’s just so adorable I can’t handle it!!!!!! I LOVE HIM SM UWUWUWU.

Now that that’s covered I thought it’d also be fun to share my E’s for the 2019 members. I love that just like these three I was just talking about, they have very contrasting auras.

Hendery:

E: The other day my sister and I pointed out that he kinda looks like a mixture of Ten and Johnny. So another big brother type. He’s actually my age which I CANNOT BELIEVE (edit: I found out he’s a ‘00 liner so he actually is younger than me which is even crazier). So idk why but I feel like he’s gonna be one of those members who the other members are gonna clown on lololol idk why. He’s like really mature but soft at the same time. 

Xiaojun:

E: Something about him screams !troublemaker! F*ckboi alert! BIAS WRECKER!!!! BEWARE!!!!!!! I can already see him on stage lifting his shirt or biting his lip or some shit. I’m angry. But afraid. Please spare me.

YangYang:

E:  Another dangerous member. But GUYS HE’S A ‘00 LINER ABWIPBFAUIP. I feel like he’s a dangerous member in a different way. Like Jin from BTS and Eunwoo from Astro. He’s very charming and prince-like. Very elegant and will leave you in awe.

Quirk: Starstruck

-Can cause anyone to faint with the wink of an eye. Any look from him in your direction will send your heart on a rampage!

Anyways that’s it! I wanna make more casual posts like this where I just talk about groups. It was really fun and I just adore NCT’s concept! I applaud SM, you’ve got me in CHAINS for these bois oml-

Au Prompts (based on my AP gov class)

“You keep getting the highest score and set this outrageous curve on the grading. Would you mind not doing so good on the next test? I’d literally pay you.” AU

You sit behind me in class, everyday I get distracted by the sound of you opening a bag of candy. Today, you asked ‘want some?’ AU

I always turn red when the teacher calls on me so you decide to flirt with me just to see if it would work (it does) AU

You started humming My Shot and so I turned to you and whispered ‘Hamilton?’, you just smiled and nodded your head AU

You saw me doing one of my compulsive habits and told me you thought it was p cool, no one’s ever told me that, thank you AU

You and I teamed up against the teacher so that we could get extra credit for the class, we got it so suffice to say I think we make a pretty good team AU

I accidentally pronounced executive as ex-e-cute-ive (emphasis on cute), now everyone in class says it this way. it’s the class meme until you pronounce legislative as leg-is-lat-ive (leg w soft g) AU

You see no difference between Jimmy Kimmel and Jimmy Fallon, and I just can’t- AU

I keep spouting off conspiracies and one day you surprise me with one AU

*use as you please, no need to ask permission! but I’d love links to your fic :) if you have prompts of your own (whether or not ur in ap gov) feel free to add them

anonymous asked:

Could I mayyybe get a TreyCo x reader soulmate au where you touch your soulmate and see colour? And reader wears gloves a lot for no particular reason, so they have no idea but find out somehow and maybe making out in the office? <3 your writing btw

Word Count: 916

“How are you ever going to find your soulmate if you’re always wearing gloves?” Ryan asked as you sat at the Off Topic table.

“That’s the point,” you laughed. “I know it’s sort of unconventional but I’m not ready to meet my soulmate. One day but not today. I sort of just want to be the best me before I going running into their arms.”

“What if you’ve already met them and they’ve come and gone now?” Gavin questioned.

Keep reading

Bon Amiversaire!

(my tags were out of order on the post so I thought I would just write a drabble)

Based off this post!!

Ladybug was early to patrol.

SItting on the rooftop with the night’s breeze ruffling her pigtails, her only thought was if Alya could see me now, actually early for something.

It wasn’t often that Chat Noir was late to patrol. He, like herself, relished the time they spent bantering and racing on the Parisian rooftops with bright smiles and happiness blooming like a hearth in their chests.

“Ah- hey there- my- Lady,” Chat’s voice rang out, words choked past panting.

Ladybug turned to greet him but instead of meeting glowing green eyes, she turned to a face full of white frosted dotted with sprinkles. “Wh-what’s this for?”

“It’s a cake!” he bounced on his toes.

The… ‘cake’ he held was lopsided. The grin that lit up his face was lopsided to match.

Ladybug got to her feet, taking the cake gently from his eager hands. “Err, yeah, what’s the occasion?”

Chat’s eyes lit up with playfulness as his cheeks flushed a color that sent a feeling she couldn’t name down her spine. “Oh, my Lady, how could you forget?”

“Hmmm,” she tapped her lip. “Is it my birthday? I think I would remember my birthday… is it your birthday? Is it someone’s birthday?”

He stepped forward, quietly chuckling as he took the cake from her and set it down. His fingertips were light on her cheeks as he said, “Buginette, I’m offended! How could you forget our… amiversaire.”

Ladybug couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled into her throat even if she tried. “I don’t- know if I want- to kick your off this roof- or hug you,” she choked out between her giggles.

Pressing his forehead to hers, he laughed in the space between their lips. “I’ll take either. It would be my honor to get kicked off a roof by you.”

“You’re a dork.” she shoved him gently. “I’m assuming you made the cake yourself?”

“It’s the most beautiful cake you’ve ever seen, isn’t it?” there was laughter in his voice. “Took a few pointers from a friend.”

“Hmm, I’d say the cakes at ‘Tom & Sabine’s Boulangerie and Patisserie’ are just a little prettier. Besides, the girl who decorates them is pretty cute.” Ladybug grinned.

Chat’s smile was lit with pride. “Marinette.”

“Wh-What?” Ladybug nearly jumped out of her suit.

“Marinette decorates them. She is very talented. She was the one who gave me tips.” Chat grinned.

Wait wait wait. I’m Marinette. And Marinette gave Chat tips on how to bake a cake? But I didn’t do that. The only person I talked to about baking was… “Adrien?” the last part of her thoughts apparently couldn’t be kept from slipping past her lips.

Chat looked startled. Very much like a frightened cat. “How did you… how did you figure it out?”

“Figure what out?”

Chat pursed his lips. “HA, nothing! You didn’t figure anything out- I mean, it’s not that you aren’t smart it’s that you didn’t figure out the thing that I thought you figured out!” his nervous laugh gave him away.

As realization struck her, Ladybug reacted the only way she could possibly think to react.

She screamed.

“Ladybug! My lady, are you okay?! Are you hurt, what’s happening!” his voice gave away his worry as he took his wrists into his hands.

“You’re Adrien Agreste!” she managed to hiss.

“A-Adrien Agreste? Wh-who’s Adrien I don’t know an Adrien do you know an Adrien?” his eyes were wide.

“You asked Marinette for baking tips except you didn’t ask as Chat Noir! You asked as Adrien! And I only know that because I’m Mari-” she slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.

Chat- no, Adrien’s eyes were tender, but shocked. “M-Marinette?”

~

Getting Ladybug- no, Marinette- to calm down was a task that shouldn’t have been as hard as it was. Chat couldn’t understand why it freaked her out that much. He was ecstatic. One of his first friends was his lady! How much more perfect could it get?

They were currently seated on a roof, eating cake with their fingertips because Chat was an idiot who forgot plates and spoons in his excitement.

Really, it was downright unfair that Ladybug could make licking frosting from her fingertips so… enjoyable. “Chat?”

“Err, yes, my Lady?” he could feel his face heating up.

“I’m sorry I forgot… our amiversaire.” she giggled at the word. “I was kinda getting ready for a different amiversaire. One that’s… tomorrow actually.” her blue eyes went wide. “NOT THAT I DIDN’T MAKE YOU A GIFT I HONESTLY HAD IT IN MIND I JUST FORGOT BECAUSE- because myamiversaire with Adrien is tomorrow.” his lady’s voice was quiet. The shade of red on her cheeks very quickly became his favorite color.

Chat grinned. “Does this mean I get two presents?”

“Does this mean I get two cakes?” she shot back.

“Absolutely. But I don’t know if you’d want this mess of a cake again.” he blushed.

Ladybug’s lips against his cheek sent his heart stampeding around in his chest. “I’ll help you make another one. I do live above a bakery, after all.”

“Falling in love with you was the best thing that ever happened to me, my Lady. All those delicious macarons I’ll get now…” he let out a dreamy sigh, stomach rumbling at the thought.

She giggled. “You’re a dork. I can’t believe I ever thought Adrien Agreste was cool.”

“Glad you realized that before it was too late.”

~

Marinette was late again.

But she had a reason! She had to make sure Adrien’s two gifts were absolutely perfect!

“Your teacher won’t understand that, Marinette,” Tikki giggled from Marinette’s bag.

“It’s not the first ti-” her words stopped abruptly as she crashed into a mass of soft fabric over hard muscle.

“Better watch where you’re going, Bugaboo,” Adrien’s happy laughter brought red to her cheeks.

“Adrien!” she gasped, stepping away from his steadying hands. Marinette shoved the two boxes into his hands. “B-Bon amiversaire.”

His green eyes danced with happiness that she had only seen on the rooftops of Paris. “Bon amiversaire, my Lady.” he pressed the small cake they had made together in her parents’ bakery into her hands.

As his arms came around her, her heart jumped to her throat. “Bon amiversaire, mon chaton.”

“Since when do people get two presents for friendship anniversaries? I only got one.” Alya humphed.

Marinette pulled her face from the depths of Adrien’s shirt to stick her tongue out at Alya.

“Wow, have fun with your new best friend, then, Mari.” Alya rolled her eyes playfully.

“You know I love you, Alya.”

Unnamed Tomione

So, if you could give me the tiniest bits of feedback, I’d appreciate it. It’s the beginning of a teacher/student AU, and I’m unsure if it will be pwp, or a short story.


The pulsing lights of the club were alluring the patrons scattered through out the room, some lounging against the bar, some dancing when they were barely able to stay on their feet. She noted a girl who was giggling loudly, laying on a table while her boyfriend -or she hoped it was her boyfriend- licked alcohol from her bellybutton.


“Get the frown off of your face. You look unapproachable.” Ginny harped, leading her to the bar with her arm looped through hers.


“Fantastic.” Hermione drawled, taking a seat on one of the barstools. “Considering I never wanted to be here in the first place.”


Ginny rolled her eyes.


“I don’t need a relationship.” she insisted, waving down the landlord. “Two shots please, vodka.”


“Hey, you know I hate that shite. Tequila, please.”


Hermione held her palm up, stopping the short, stocky man that eyed her oddly. “The vodka is for me.” she explained, and he gave a curt nod. “What’s that look for? If I’m going to be here, I’ll need all the liquid courage I can get.”


“We are going to have a bloody fantastic time. I didn’t ask you for a girls’ night so you could find a relationship. You need a one night stand to remove the stick up your arse.” Ginny sported a grin while Hermione gritted her teeth.


“It’s hardly a girls’ night if you’re trying to get me into bed with a random stranger. Thank you.” she took one of the shot glasses he slid to her, cool beneath her touch as she tipped it backward. It was cold, awful tasting as it slid down her throat. She gagged as she wasn’t able to swallow the shot in one go, half of it lingering in her mouth.


Ginny took her shot as if it were the first she’d ever downed, like she was a teenager who choked and Hermione chuckled at her. “Forgive me, your majesty. Not all of us are so well versed in taking shots.”


Hermione looked away from her, scanning the room. “I don’t particularly need a one night stand either, Ginny. I don’t need a male for my self validation.”


“Of course not, but I’ve seen you after you’ve had a good fucking,” Hermione grimaced, turning to her second shot. “And it’s been almost a year since I’ve seen that look on your face. I know Ron,”


“No.” Hermione hissed, setting the shot glass back on the counter. “Don’t you dare bring his name up if you want me to have a good night.”


She put her hands up, nails perfectly manicured from the appointment she’d set for herself and Hermione earlier that day. “What I mean to say is my brother didn’t appreciate you, and I want to see how happy you are when someone else appreciates you. And plus, you’re a little kinky and he never lived up to those expectations, right?”


“Ginny, has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”


“All the time, of course. Mostly you though. Come on, isn’t there anyone here that catches your eye?”


“As if I would ever tell you.” Hermione laughed at the flash of anger that crossed her closest friend’s face. “Just order some drinks, and we’ll have a good time all on our own.”


“Actually,” she sang, and Hermione groaned. “Harry will be here later, so I’m sure I will be having fun, but it won’t be with you. Ooh, what about that guy,” she pointed across the room, and Hermione’s eyes landed on an attractive burnette who wore a cocky smirk. “Because he’s been watching you since we stepped inside this club.”


He looked vaguely familiar, Hermione thought, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. “Hasn’t Molly ever told you it’s impolite to point?”


“I’m sorry,” she mocked. “Do you see him? He looks like he’s just what you need.” The man arched an eyebrow as Ginny’s words carried over the crowd. “Hermione!” she grappled her by the arm, causing her to knock over the shot glass the landlord had just brought her.


“Will you stop acting like a child?” she hissed, ripping her arm free. “Yes, he’s attractive. Yes, he’s taken an interest in me, but no that does not mean I will be hopping merrily into his bed.”


Ginny argued adamently, with the idea that Hermione should go settle into the empty seat beside him and ask if he’d mind buying her a drink. “Say you forgot your wallet.”


“Ginny, my wallet is sitting on the counter.” she deadpanned. “Doesn’t matter, looks like he’s coming to me.” Her friend vanished, vacating the seat with the reassurance that she would wait to observe before calling Harry and bailing on her. “Hello.” she told him, spinning back to face the front of the counter.


“Your friend is staring.”


She laughed, leaning backwards in her seat to see Ginny sitting in the seat he’d left, shooting her a ridiculous thumbs up and wide eyed grin. “Yeah, she does that. I’d just ignore her if I were you. Hermione.” she introduced, extending her hand.


“Tom.” he replied, taking her hand and placing a soft kiss to the back of her hand. Her lips parted in surprise, while she attempted to cover her shock. A small smile settled over her face while he dropped her hand. “What were you drinking?”


“Vodka,” she answered, thinking her voice sounded more breathless than it had moments earlier. It was what Ginny would have called a turning point, and it was what Hermione would have neatly classified as a cliche that belonged in an old romance novel that she hid under her bed. “You?”


“The same. May I buy you a drink?”


Her lips quirked up. “Make it several.” He chuckled and something in her stomach twisted deliciously at how dark it sounded.





She’d made the executive decision to not drink herself stupid like she might have if Ginny had still been at her side. It was clear where her night was going when she found herself dancing with Tom in the middle of the floor, her back pressed to his front. His hand ghosted against her hips, tugging her backwards when she slipped too far away from him.


“So, your friend left as soon as she spotted you with someone.” he whispered into her ear.


It was definitely the drinks that had her swaying as if she knew what she was doing and grinding into him. “Oh, yes. She must have decided you were enough to give me a good time. She’s rather pushy with the opinion that I need a one night stand to make everything better.”


“And what do you think?” he asked quietly, brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. “You seemed rather against being here in the first place.”


“What do I think? Ginny thinks finding a new man for me is the best way to help me after her brother fucked an ex girlfriend behind my back, in our bed, and in our apartment. We had been dating for long enough that it hurt.” she shrugged, his hands coming to massage the knots from them. “She doesn’t believe that I simply let go.”


“Hmm,” he mused lowly in her ear. “That’s preposterous, you’re hardly the type of woman to hold onto a boyfriend who wasn’t enough for you.”


She laughed, her head laying back against his shoulder while she peered up at him. “You are far too intoxicated to be using words like ‘preposterous’.” Her head rolled to the side, and she pressed her lips to the hollow of his throat. His fingers gripped her hips. “She’s a great friend. She’s worried about me.”


“Worried that you’re alone?”


Hermione snorted. “Hardly, not in the way you’re thinking of anyway. She is constantly nagging me for getting myself off, rather than finding someone else,” she nipped at his neck. “To take care of me.”


“You’re sloshed.” he told her, pressing himself into her. A whimper slipped out of her at the obvious bulge that settled against the curve of her arse. “Otherwise I doubt you’d have just told me how you get yourself off. Tell me more, would you?”


She was melting, and she knew it. He had her trapped in a neat web, one she’d helped him weave with her not so subtle comments. Tom was intriguing, the way he spoke, the way kept up with her, and the way he reacted to her acceptance into a grad program. She knew he was intelligent by the way he carried himself.


And that this had ultimately turned into a game of cat and mouse.


“What do you want to know?” she uttered softly.


Tom gripped her hand, twirling her and looping her arms around his neck. “Did you use your fingers, or did you use a toy? Do you finger yourself until you spasm, and come over your fingers?”


Hermione was trembling against him, looking into dark eyes that gave away what he wanted to do with her, that there was hardly anything stopping him from dipping his fingers beneath the slutty black number -Ginny had bought it- and into her pretty black, lacy knickers. Given her heels, she was able to match his height to whisper in his ear. “Do you want me to tell you, or do you want me to show you?” she challenged, feeling his grip shift to the back of her neck and his fingers grip strands of her hair.

Just watched the new episode. It really wasn’t that bad. I never thought I’d be happy about screen shots from the show lying to me lol.

Grant Gustin, interviews

You’re best friends with Danielle

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The cast had just wrapped up season 2 of The Flash. And the interviewer had just taken a turn from Flash-related stuff, over to the cast’s personal life. 

“I mean, if it wasn’t for Dani, I would’ve never met Y/N!” Grant answered the interviewer’s question.
“Does your girlfriend ever get jealous of you and Danielle? Being together and working together every day and all,”
“Not at all, actually! It’s more Dani who threatens me. Like; “If you hurt Y/N, I’ll crush you”, that sort of thing!” Grant laughed to lighten up the atmosphere.
“No, but seriously? Y/N’s cool about it, and I couldn’t ask for a more understanding or better girlfriend,” he answered more seriously.

Can't Help Myself

For the anon who requested 286 (Sometimes I can’t control myself around you) with Hotch enjoy!

“Officer Downs, we’re not here to take over the investigation.” You explain for the thousandth time, “We’re here to assist.”
“Well it sure feels like a takeover.” He sneers down at you.
“I’m sorry you feel that way.” You say calmly, God this guy is the worst. He stoops down and gets in your face.
“You FBI agents don’t give a shit what we have to deal with. You just come in and take the glory for yourselves so why don’t you just get the hell out of here?”
“Hey Q?” Hotch calls from the conference room the team has taken over.
“What’s up?” You ask once you get into the room.
“That guy giving you a hard time?”
“Nothing I can’t handle.” He nods as his phone starts to ring. This has been happening more and more often lately. He’s been stepping in and checking up on you more often. You’re not sure what you did to loose his confidence but it’s got to stop. JJ and Reid have a solid lead on the UnSub. You and Hotch inform the police chief, who follows you with SWAT and a few officers. You get to the apartment complex and move in. Unsurprisingly Hotch is in front of you as you move into building and up the stairs, once you’re on the UnSub’s floor you follow him quietly to the door then post up on the left side.
“FBI open the door!” There’s a clatter from the other side of the door and SWAT takes it down. Hotch barrels in with you close on his heels, he clears right and you clear left. You see the UnSub heading to the roof.
“He’s going up Hotch!” You yell as you follow the UnSub up the fire escape. He’s fast but they don’t call you Quick, or Q for short, for nothing. You tackle him halfway across the rooftop then get the cuffs on him before Hotch has even caught up.
“You okay Q?”
“Yea.” You hand off the UnSub to one of the officers then brush the dirt off of your pant leg. You glance up at Hotch and see the small crinkle in his brow. His worry lines. “What’s going on with you?” You ask attempting to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“What do you mean?”
“Lately it’s like you don’t trust me anymore.”
“I trust you.”
“Then what is it? You’re always checking up on me. Always hovering. You don’t pair me up with anyone but you. I’m trying to understand but I don’t.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t lie to me Hotch. Come on! I deserve to know if I did something wrong!”
“You didn’t. I can’t help myself. Ever since you were shot I’ve been blaming myself for not protecting you. I should have been there.” He shoves his hands into his pockets, a self conscious action you’ve never seen him do, “I can’t see you get hurt again.”
“Hotch that wasn’t your fault. None of us knew he was going to react like that, go down in a firefight.”
“I should have.”
“You’re only human Hotch. You can’t be expected to know everything.” He sighs softly and you take one of his arms in your hands. “I’m fine. He caught me in the arm, my nephew thinks it’s super cool, it’s fine.”
“I can’t loose you.” You look up at him in confusion until suddenly his mouth descends on yours and you know exactly what he means. He can’t help wanting to keep you safe if how passionately he’s kissing you is an indicator. His tongue slips between your lips and you groan softly. He pulls away suddenly. “Sorry I lost control there. I seem to loose my head when you’re around.”
“No need to be sorry. Let’s just get home and continue that in less public place.” You say with a grin before heading down the fire escape. His weird behavior was kinda nice, now that you knew what it was about.

TWD 8x04 - Some Guy | Sentence Starters

We will fight, and we will bleed!
We shall end them all!
And yet I smile.
We shall leave our loved ones to traverse a dangerous road.
We will mine glory from the rock of struggle on this day.
You trust the king, we will win!
I smile and laugh, I rejoice this day!
On this day, we are one!
we’re almost done, Jesus!
We’ve got a big trip ahead of us, guess where?
Tell me, does (…) know your name?
I’m not going to let you use me to hurt my people!
We’re getting something with wheels and we’re getting out of here.
It’s over, okay?!
You took your shot, it’s over!
The dead are nearly upon us.
Give me my sword, we can fight them together.
Your people, where are they?
You can’t tell them I told you.
Keep behind me, (…).
Thank you, (…), for being such a cool dude.
You’re not going anywhere without those guns.
Have you ever fought before?
I am ready to become what I must.
I’ve made a decision on who I would be.
Did you decide to be who you are today?
Let’s go see if this asshole’s alive.
You gotta leave me, I’m slowing you down.
Look at what’s in front of us! That is real!

if you haven’t, you should (part xix)

Nineteenth installment of my Olicity-centric Arrow fanfiction recommendations, parts:  I, II, III, IV, V, VI,VII, VIII, IX, X, XI, XII, XIII, XIV, XV, XVI,  XVII & XVIII.

  1. Hardware Rebuilding and Restoration by thatmasquedgirl. Ever wonder what the future of Starling looks like in the brilliant season one canon divergent verse Masque built in Technical Assistance? Wonder no longer my friends. Step into the angst and action of season three and discover what awaits our beloved heroes. Basically, if you haven’t read and loved TA verse I may have quit you. In other @thatmasquedgirl related stories, she’s also updated her Monsters in the Mirror verse with this gem: Knife in a Gunfight. And wrote the most interesting little alternate meet-cute I think she’s ever devised with: Welcome to the Fun House. And either it has been WAY too long since I’ve done a rec post or Masque is on fire because there is also Curiosity Killed the Cat with vampires and shapeshifters and a really cool cat. You’ll make me cry if you don’t read this one.
  2. A Bullet Named Never by QueenKLee. One-shot, post 4.10 that explores how Felicity and Oliver dealt with her paralysis and another way she could have been healed. Just a glorious little fic.
  3. Way Down We Go by Abbie. The next installment in Abbie’s brilliant Long Way Down series, getting rescued isn’t all it is cracked up to be for Felicity and Tommy when faced with the realities of home. One chapter in and my heart already hurts so good.
  4. Loving Your Work by dettiot. A Man from U.N.C.L.E. inspired AU where we find Oliver, Felicity and Tommy working together to track down a rouge nuke. A totally not to be missed slice of perfection. For a little in canon read, there is also her post-4.15 one-shot that explores how Oliver and Felicity find common ground again: Becoming a Team.
  5. His Girl Wednesday by BlueBayou. I forget who recommended this fic but OMG it’s awesome, a no-island Ugly Betty inspired AU that is just a fun and delightful read.
  6. Never letting go by Chireusette. One-shot prompt response to Stephen saying his favorite Olicity quote was “I thought of you” and how those words are given.
  7. Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life) by thelittlegreennotebook. A bitter-sweet with happy ending exploration of the two times Oliver and Felicity get married.
  8. Wings To Carry You Home by mellovesall. WWII AU inspired by Memphis Belle. Seriously Oliver and Tommy as an Air Force pilots is too good to miss as is the very sweet meet-cute we get between Oliver and Felicity!
  9. The Husbands Of Felicity Smoak by always_a_queen. A canon-divergent tale, Oliver is still the Arrow but Felicity and he get together and get married before he dies … later Tommy and Felicity marry only for Oliver to return. And I’ve really simplified the plot, and all the heart wrenching angst, but this story is absolutely amazing and CANNOT be missed.
  10. On the Edge of Desire by kwrites. Oliver and Felicity have broken up and the next stage of their not-relationship tangles everything up … could be accurately be subtitled the dangers of ex sex.
  11. Honey Trap by MachaSWicket. A fun and quirky little one-shot prompt response aka why spies should reconsider using code phrases. Or if you rather some post-breakup angst that hurts so good try: Walking on Stilts at the Edge of Your Mind.
  12. Starling City’s Own Pollen Vector by fiacresgirl. I think this my new favorite trope … doused with weaponized aphrodisiac Oliver and Felicity get physical and have to deal with the emotional consequences while trying to track down the perp using the drug on the women of Starling.
  13. The Way It Was Supposed to Be by hannasus. The night before their wedding Felicity is kidnapped. Months of searching and Oliver and team find NOTHING and all traces of Felicity Smoak’s existence are being erased. Finally a run-in with a familiar looking brunette gives them hope that they may be able to get Felicity back. Again, I so over-simplified what’s happening in this spectacular fic. Just know that you HAVE TO go read it.
  14. Queen & Lance VS The Smoak Women by AlexiaBlackbriar13. In need of a fun piece of fluffy goodness with Smoak N Lance and Olicity? Then this is the one-shot you want to read.
  15. First Impressions by entersomethingcleverhere. A modern re-telling of P&P with the Arrow characters cast in the famous roles. This story is a gem! Oliver really is perfectly cast as Darcy.
  16. Infinite Love series by realityisoverrated. A canon-divergent tale (Laurel dies in season one instead of Tommy) that explores the polyamorous relationship of Oliver/Felicity/Tommy. I adore this series.
  17. You’ve Woken up my Heart (I’m Shaking) by weonlyliveonce. A cute little AU in which Felicity finds herself in a romantic relationship with her boss.