oh but honey it kind of is

anonymous asked:

Oh my goodness okay so uh if you are still doing omegaverse scenarios, I'd like to request one? If not though please feel free to delete. But anyways I was hoping for something where Todoroki comes home to find the already frail/sickly s/o collapsed in the kitchen and with how sweet she is she just laughs through the pain and says "I'm so happy you're home sorry dinner's not ready" or something along those lines fhskdkdj anyways thank you thank you thank you forever and ever amen. ( /////)

Oh ho ho~ I love the Omegaverse, so I’m always so happy to write them or read them (especially for my Baku~) I hope you like honey!


Todoroki Shouto:

How he had managed to get himself such a dedicated and loving and kind hearted omega was something Todoroki constantly asked himself every day into his relationship with her.

Being the alpha, it was his job to protect her and love her and of course be supportive and loyal to her and only her, but at the same time his own omega had shown those qualities in her own ways.

The day had run late, some villain attack making him come home later to his mate then he would have liked. He knew she wouldn’t be mad, but rather flash him that smile of hers and rub against his neck, trying to calm his tension with her calm scent.

He slid open the door to their apartment and kicked his shoes off, the outer parts of his hero costume coming next and being laid down on the table near the front door neatly.

The house was a bit quiet and he knew something was off. It was never quiet, as his omega usually sang or hummed as she cooked. He could smell her scent, its usual familiarity being now mixed with exhaustion and regret.

He didn’t waste another second, his alpha instincts screaming at him to find his omega and make sure she was okay. He had to hold her, scent her and let her know that he was here now and that she would be fine.

“(Name)!” Todoroki dashed into the kitchen and found her attempting to stand up. Her legs were shaking and she was holding her hand like like she had been hit with a mallet.

He rushed to her side and engulfed her into his arms, allowing his scent to mask her in his feelings of worry and protection. She hummed in response to him and his scent, already feeling slightly better that he was here with her now.

“Oh you’re home…” She mumbled, her voice strained. “I’m so glad… s-sorry dinner’s not ready yet. I guess my heat it coming a bit early…“

She laughs in an attempt to make it seem like this wasn’t a big deal, but she knew her mate better than that. He pulled away from her a tiny bit, enough for him to look at her and for her to look back at him.

Todoroki sighs and places a soft kiss on the top of her warm head. “I don’t care if dinner’s not ready. I don’t care if the house is a mess. I don’t care if you’re not the perfect mate. What I care about is that you’re okay and you’re safe. What I care about the most though is that you are healthy.”

She nodded and buried her face into his chest. “I love you Shouto.”

“I know you do, but stop trying to be so perfect. You already are. And besides if you’re heat is coming then you need to take care of yourself and if you can’t then it’s my job.” His hand ran through her soft locks and she nodded.

“I know… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you’re doing what an omega should and I’m doing what an alpha should.” Todoroki paused trying to decide what to do next.

He gently lifted his omega up and brought her to their living room and placed her on the couch. “How about you build your nest (Name). I’ll handle dinner and when I’m done we can cuddle and watch a movie. I don’t want you pushing yourself with your heat coming.”

(Name) nodded and reached for a few blankets starting to build her nest to relax and feel safe in. Shouto sighed in relief glad to see her taking care of herself. Now it was his turn to make sure his omega was healthy and well. And as her alpha, he would always make sure she was, no matter what.

Soulmate AU where:

When your soulmate is eating something you can taste it on your lips, just slightly. And maybe feel it on your lips too, like the powder of a cinnamon donut, except you can’t lick it away, so you’re just stuck with it like ‘damn you asshole, lick your goddamn lips! This is annoying!’

If they’re having cravings you do too. Sometimes you’ll get cravings for what you’ve just eaten.

If you taste something like strawberry lip gloss you know their either getting ready for a night out or kissing someone. Or maybe they just like the taste.

You constantly lick your lips when they’re eating something you like because ‘oh gods this taste so good, what is it?’ or 'I haven’t had that in ages!’

You get jealous of the fact that they have such nice food ALL THE DAMN TIME.

When they’re eating something you don’t like you try to not lick your lips for so long. It gets annoying and is hard to do for a while so you just put on lip gloss. Then you think 'awe, man. What if they don’t like… And that’s why they put on lip gloss the other week?’

One day you try to send them a recipe. So you just, like, munch on a piece of toast, then lick some honey, then eat some banana so they’ll try your favourite meal and you’ll have that taste on your lips without actually eating it.

One day you think 'what kind of idiot eats peanut butter with jam - holy shit it’s an American! Or someone in America… Maybe they just like it? Oh god will I have to take 20-something hour flight to find them? Uuuhhhggghhh!’

You’re in the middle of a test but just can’t stop licking your lips because 'oh god glazed donuts…’

You can’t place a taste but you know you’ve tasted it before.

After going to Harry Potter world you realise 'it’s butterbeer!’ and then you try a butterbeer cappuccino or whatever and are just - 'goddamn it you jerk you ruined all my experiences!’

You start craving a signature dish from your town that is only served there. You go to the restaurant and see three people eating the meal, so you just walk up to the counter, order something that is nothing like the dish or something that you know that person hates because every time after you eat it you taste mouthwash.

You calmly sit down and just watch the people as you eat your meal. The person you least expected it to be - oh god it can’t be - looks up and is just like 'fuck’ and has that expression on their face.

They look around and see you. Their eyes widen at what you’re eating. You’re the only one eating it. You smirk and wave at them because 'haha sucker you laughed when I was teased about my soulmate and it’s you!’

Or one day you turn to your best friend like 'hey, can you see if anyone is eating -’ your eyes widened as you see they’re eating the EXACT MEAL you can taste.

Or a different ending where you follow a celebrity on Instagram and just see a picture of a steak with the caption being 'why the hell do I taste banana and honey… I’m eating a steak!’

And you just drop your toast. Your family stares at you as you squeal. Then you realise 'shit. That could be anyone.’ But you do taste steak… 'But anyone can be eating steak!’ You rush to the kitchen and pull out dark chocolate and go to the bathroom and start brushing your teeth.

Soon you see another picture of a steak and a caption of 'okay, now I’m tasting ANOTHER thing that clashes with my meal. Soulmate, please let me eat in peace… AND WHO HAS DARK CHOCOLATE AND TOOTHPASTE?!?! Will my future babies eat like this too? God save me…’

Something like that.

me : man idk about this Demencia character… I don’t think I might be intrested ://

my gay ass while doodling this : oh honey :)

Imagine You Won a Cruise in Space

Part 1

You couldn’t believe how lucky you had been! Only six people had been selected in the whole country and you got to be one of them! An interstellar alliance had recently made contact with Earth and offered six lucky people - randomly drawn, of course - the chance for a year long cruise through the galaxy.

You were greeted on the ship and led to a cozy room with soft carpet and cushy chairs to sit in. You had been the first to arrive, but the other winners had quickly followed. As the six of you - three men and three women - sat and chatted excitedly amongst yourselves, you couldn’t believe how swanky this ship was. Especially given it had been designed by other species. Soon, a human-looking man in a suit greeted you all.

“Welcome!” he chirped, with an enormous grin on his face. “We’re beginning takeoff as I speak, but you shouldn’t feel any turbulence. And don’t worry, this ship is the safest the alliance has to offer. And, of course, you will all be well taken care of during your stay on this ship with your new mates!”

“Mates?!” all six of you cried.

“Why, of course,” he stated, as if it were obvious. “Didn’t anyone tell you?”

“Well, it’s only for a year, right?” one of the other women offered hopefully.

“Absolutely not,” your host retorted, sounding almost offended. “All of the species you’ve been paired with mate for life. As I understand it, you humans are monogamous, are you not?”

“Sometimes,” one of the men snorted with a smirk.

Another man appeared confused. “But how could we mate with different species? Obviously there will be no offspring.”

The host rolled his eyes. “You humans are so behind, technologically. We are more than capable of making all of you compatible with your new mates.”

“Aren’t you human?” you asked.

“No,” he replied patiently. “I’m a shape-shifter. And you’re all very lucky none of you are going to be impregnated by my species. Our females are pregnant for five years,” he informed them with a smirk. “Obviously all of you will carry your young for different lengths of time, though. Two of you will be assigned to each species, but even if you have the same species, there will be variance in the lengths of time you each carry the young.”

“Each?!” the three men cried.

“We’re not getting pregnant, right?” a small, pale man asked.

“You most certainly are,” the shape-shifter corrected. He received a ping on a device and a large smile split onto his face. “Okay, each of your mates is prepped in a room for all of you, so after your physical, you can go straight to them.”

You were then ushered off into an examination room as you were thoroughly examined - particularly in your child-bearing abilities. Just when you thought all the poking and prodding was over, you were given multiple injections all over from your neck to your uterus. At first you didn’t feel anything but after a few moments you began to feel…strange.

“Don’t worry, honey,” the nurse - who was a reptilian species - told you in an attempt to be comforting. “Molzon hormones tend to make you feel a little funny, but you’re just fine.”

As she lead you to where your ‘mate’ awaited, you asked her, “What’s a Molzon?”

“Oh, they’re amphibious,” she drawled. “If I’ve read my human folklore correctly, then they’re kind of like your mermaids. Except: instead of a fish tail, they have tentacles as their lower half. You seem like a sweet girl, so I’m sure you and him will get along just fine.”

She stared expectantly at you as you stood outside the door. Feeling as though you were going to throw up from a combination of nervousness and Molzon hormones, you opened the door.

Inside, you saw him and he was close to what the nurse had described. He was a sort of octopus merman with blue-green skin that was shifting color slightly. However, unlike the mermen conjured in your imagination, he a little thick around the middle. It almost looked a little like a beer belly. He noticed you come in and his eyes grew wide as he blushed. “Oh, hi!” His voice cracked nervously. “I thought you might want to have some dinner, first. That’s what humans do, right?”

He appeared unsure as to whether or not what he’d done was appropriate, so you nodded silently as he lead you to a candlelit table - like something you’d see at a fancy restaurant.

You knew you were staring, but you couldn’t really help it. After all, he was an alien species. He appeared to have very little difficulty walking above water with his tentacles and because his tentacles were so long, he was about seven feet tall.

The dinner went surprisingly well, given the circumstances and Zeri, that was his name, was actually a total sweetheart. He enjoyed puzzles and playing musical instruments, and reading. The nerdy Molzon would have been exactly your type…had he been human.

“This isn’t fair to you,” he stuttered after dinner. “I know a female of my species would be much better suited-” But he cut himself off with a slight groan before stuttering out, “Did they give you the hormones, already?”

“Yeah,” you squeaked back.

He began massaging his belly and whimpering. “I’m so sorry,” he cried, before gently pulling you into an adjoining room that had a large, marine pool. He gently removed your clothes and eased you into the pool, before doubling over and moaning in pain, clutching his belly again. Then, as he lowered himself into the pool, he began panting and moaning a little as he tried to explain. “The pheromones…ghhnnng…they make me….hoo hoo hoo….I can’t stop….gaaah!” he gave a sharp cry, continuing to rub his belly, which appeared to be…clenching? “I have to mate.”

Then, he let out a monumental groan before pulling you to the middle of the pool, careful to keep your head above water. You felt something begin to prod around your vagina before unceremoniously entering. You gave a pained cry, causing Zeri to flinch, but he didn’t stop and you felt the appendage slide far up into you, past your cervix, and enter your uterus.

You were trembling from the pain and Zeri continued to stutter out apologies as his eyes watered from the great deal of pain he was obviously in, too. His tentacles held you in place as his human arms wrapped around his middle and he let out something between a groan and a grunt. “Hnnngggg.” His face slackened a little in relief as you saw a large object come out of his body, slowly begin traveling up the appendage he had inserted inside you before it, too, began prodding at your entrance.

“Zeri,” you cried in a panic.

“I’m so sorry.”

The object forced its way into your vagina, eliciting a scream of pain from you as it traveled slowly up to deposit itself in your uterus. The result was a slightly distended belly, while Zeri’s belly looked slightly smaller.

He moaned again, grunting and crying as another came out of him to force its way into you again.

This process continued for the better part of two hours and you were now HUGE - filled with eight of the damn things.

“This is…the last…one,” Zeri huffed, having difficulty breathing from all the effort exerted on his part. He continued uttering apologies as he began to expel the final egg. But this one took a lot longer than the others. “Ggghhh,” he grunted after twenty minutes, before giving out a startling cry as the egg left his body.

As you saw it traveling towards you, you found out why he’d had so much difficulty. The eggs, which had all been about the size of an elephant bird egg, paled in comparison to this one, which was almost twice as big as the others. “No, no, no, no, no,” you bawled, as it inched closer. “Please, no,” you sobbed as it began to make contact with your already sore pussy. But of course, it went in, anyway. You thought for sure you would be ripped in half and die as the ninth one was shoved in, but it made it into your uterus, just as the others did.

“One final part,” he promised.

A liquid began to pump out of his appendage and fill you. Your belly, once misshapen due to the lumpy eggs, began to smooth out and expand even further. You gasped and wheezed through the next few minutes as you were pumped with the fluid.

Then, it was finally over. Zeri, as sweaty as he was, and as much as he panted, helped you out of the water, though his tentacles were far from steady. It was difficult for you to stay upright since you felt as though you’d gained over 100 pounds since entering the water and, looking at your girth, that was definitely possible. You couldn’t wrap your arms entirely around your belly and there was about five or six inches between your fingertips when you tried. “I’m sure your exhausted,” he huffed, trying to keep both of you upright. “I’ll take you to your room.”

Your room was luxurious to say the least. You wanted to shower, but decided against it and just collapsed onto the bed, naked.

“I’ll arrange for some clothes to be brought for you tomorrow that should fit.” He had the biggest look of guilt you’d ever seen. “I’m so sorry,” he cried again, before leaving you alone.

You covered yourself with blankets, painfully aware of your newly distended belly. It was impossible to get comfortable with how angry the stretched skin felt and the extra weight, but you tried to sleep nonetheless. As Zeri had suspected, you were indeed exhausted.

The final thought that popped into your head as you drifted off was: how long will I be like this?

To be continued…

Tattoo

Lance had plenty bad ideas in his life.
But this one really took the cake.
They had gone for a trip to a every earth like planet save for the grass being orange and the sky a constant dull pink.
While Pidge and Hunk spent most of the time shopping both hoping to find Earth like resources though what they considered necessities was different to the other.
With Hunk looking at the food and Pidge an adaptor for her game console.
Lance had started out aimlessly following the two, however after a while got bored and wandered off.
That was when he found it.
It was a small stall in the market being manned by a tall greenish alien.
His sign was unreadable but Lance was able to guess that judging from the needle gun and the Alien lying on the bed in front of him that it was some kind of tattoo place.
Lance was about to leave when he caught sight of the tattoo.
For one thing it was moving, and looked like a gif more then anything.
Lance found himself staring transfixed as the artist added the final touches to what looked like a wedding scene.
“Ya gonna stare all day or are ya gonna buy somthing?”
Lance jumped realising the artist was addressing him “sorry was just passing-”
“Hey wait a second, ain’t ya the blue paladin?”
Lance barley had time to nod before the artist grinned showing off a mouth of pointed teeth.
“Well why didn’t ya say so! If ya want a goraf it’s on the house for a paladin of voltron.”
Lance stared at him for a moment “erm… what’s a goraf?”
The alien that was having the tattoo done stood up looking the image over with a smile “it’s a memory imprinted on the skin so you can never forgot. I’ve got all the most Important moments for me. And Deru here is the best In the universe.”
Deru smirked “oh you. Now give me my money and then fuck off, I got a paladin to work on.”
The other alien chuckled “ok honey I’ll see you at home later tonight.”
Lance realised then that the alien in the image was actually the artist.
“Yeah yeah whatever.”
Deru made a shooing motion before practically pulling Lance into the chair.
“So what ya say bluey boy. Wanna get a little ink?”

So that was how Lance found himself gritting his teeth as a strange alien tattooed his back with him having no idea what he was putting on there.
Apparently it was some kind of special ink that would bring forth his most precious memory.
Special ink or not it hurt like hell.
Lance had actually gotten a tattoo before, a small one turning a little burn mark on his hip into a crescent moon.
He had expected a tattoo to be incredibly painful, however was pleasantly surprised to find that it was more of an annoying scratching pain then anything that bad.
Not exactly enjoyable but not unbearable.
This experience was nothing like that.
Lance wanted to scream.
It felt like somone was running an iron across his back.
However when he tried to jump up Deru had pulled him down telling him that now that he’s started he had to finish.
So now nearly two hours later Lance felt light headed from the pain and was praying to whatever space god was listening that one of his team mates would come find him.
Suddenly all at once that pain was gone.
“And done. Take a look.”
Deru held up a mirror and handed Lance the other.
For a moment all Lance could do was stare as tears began to fall down his cheeks.
There was a sight he never expected to see again.
His whole family standing by the ocean smiling and waving at him.
It looked so real that it made his heart ache.
Like he could just get back home if he touched the sensitive skin.
“…thank you… so much.” Lance mumbled in shock.
“Glad ya liked it bluey.” Deru turned away cleaning the gun before he placed it down.
“I served too. Of course I was older then you and had less to lose. War takes it toll on the mind. All the bad drives out the good after a while… this way the good stays with you even when your surrounded by the bad.” Deru smiled as he pulled off his jacket to show that every patch of skin was covered in the moving images.
“Ya looked like ya needed some good to always have ya back.”

Lance smiled the whole way back to the others.

“Oh hey Lance, what did you get up to?” Hunk asked.

“I’ll show you later.” Lance winked as he patted Hunk on the arm and walked passed him onto the ship.

MVP Bird

Context: Same person as from the ‘non-lethal arrow to the head’ thing. This was from the same session. My Ranger (a half-elf) has a Goshawk companion she uses for scouting. For this particular scenario, I’m trying to send the bird to check out a camp over a hill to check if it’s travellers or Bandits, and before that I also rolled a Nat 17 on spotting the Camp in the first place with the bird.

Me: Can’t I tell Fluffball (that’s the bird’s name) to like… hop twice if it’s bandits? Would they even understand that?

DM: Um.. Roll an intelligence check for Fluffball.

Me: [Nat 20]

DM: ….. Well then. You see a look of concentration in your birds eyes, like you have never seen before, and it’s kind of unnerving. Fluffball looks at you, then nods, before flying off. You can barely make them out as a speck in the blue sky, doing circling motions for a good five minutes above the camp. Ok, now roll a perception check for Fluffball.

Me: Aight. [rolls ANOTHER Nat 20]

The entire party: [starts losing their shit, laughing loudly and wheezing]

Artificer Drow: Holy shit, Fluffball! MVP bird!

Me: [sputters and wheezes with laughter]

DM: When they return, they land on your arm, and through a series of hops, squawks and flaps - think of a bee’s dance telling you where the honey is - to tell you that these are bandits, they look bad, they smell bad, there may be something in cages, and they have weapons.

Me: [barely containing my laughter]

Artificer: Ok, but, would this all kind of look like Fluffball doing a mating dance to the rest of us?

Me: [starts laughing loudly]

DM: Yes. Definitely, yes. You watch Adrie (my half-elf Ranger) kind of hold their chin thoughtfully, going 'yes, yes. oh really? very interesting.’, while Fluffball does what they’re doing.

No Longer You

Summary: Now a shell of her former self, the reader runs into an old flame. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,761

Warning: implying an abusive relationship

Nichelle’s 4K Angst Challenge - “I hope you find the happiness you’ve been pretending to have.” @nichelle-my-belle


Green cancels out red.

Yellow cancels out purple and brown…no purple and blue.

And lavender cancels out…yellow?

Jesus Christ. This shouldn’t be that difficult, hiding the evidence of your home life is a normal occurrence. The three concussions you’ve acquired over the years must be catching up to you.

You’re squinting harshly at the Revlon concealers on the top shelf before you. Trying and failing to remember which ones work the best, basically whatever hides the fucking truth.

Your exhausted brain is practically mush at this point in time, you used to know this shit. You used to know a lot of shit. You used to be a strong, independent take no bullshit kind of a woman that took care of herself. But things clearly change. People fucking change.

Keep reading

In So Many Words
17k, Mature
Summary: Derek writes a short story. That’s his first mistake. His second is getting it published.

*

Derek knows he fucked up. He does. He is very well aware that this particular brand of impending doom he’s facing down right now is entirely of his own making.

But he still can’t quite bring himself to regret any of his actions leading up to it.

Yes, he wrote the story knowing exactly what it was. He submitted it to the literary journal. He happily accepted the praise from the editorial staff that approved it. And he went out and bought three more copies on top of the free one they gave him once it was published.

He’s proud of himself is the thing. Which is kind of secretly rare for him.

So, you know, fuck it. He did this. He wrote something that other people wanted to read, and it wasn’t even just a few lines of poetry with a decent beat to it, it was a whole damn story. He can’t regret that.

Even if he knew full well the entire time, from start to fucking finish, that it was eventually going to bite him in the ass.

“Oh honey,” Bitty sighs pityingly as he finishes reading it at the Haus kitchen table.

Derek stuffs the last bite of his slice of pie into his mouth and braces himself.

“It’s really very good,” Bitty tells him. “But…”

Derek nods. “But,” he agrees.

“Maybe he won’t read it.”

“Even if he doesn’t… everyone else will.” Derek imagines what the group chat is going to look like once they do and barely suppresses a shudder.

He watches Bitty come to the same conclusion and pull a yikes face, then quickly shake it off. “Well, they’re proud of you, of course they’ll read it. It really is good, Nursey. Not that I’m an expert, but even I can see that you’ve got talent.”

“I don’t think Dex is going to care how good it is when Rans and Holster start chirping him for the torrid, clandestine affair he’s supposedly having with me.”

Bitty cringes a little. “Yeah, probably not.”

(Read the rest on AO3)

The Storm

Request: Numbers 1, 16, 17, for the top thing. Theydon’t have to be in the same fic.

1.“I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

17.“The power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.”

Request: hi! idk if you’ve already done this (im sorry if you have!) but it would be cute if peter and the reader could have a movie marathon? like hp or something. i know its not much but I hope you could find somewhere to go with it!

A/N: I decided to combine these two requests because I thought I could make some magic with them. Also sorry, I know nothing about Harry Potter so I didn’t really include much of it in the fic. ~Also, let me know if you want a part 2 to this, (I am open to writing smut guys)~

Word Count: 1355

Warnings: N/A

Part 2

Masterlist

Peter Parker was one of your best friends. Ned always called him the love of your life, jokingly of course. But, Ned was right. Kind of? You were in love with Peter.

Usually every Friday night, you, Peter, and Ned would ave movie night. Peter would come home early from being Spiderman and you would all watch movies at one of your houses.

Today you were supposed to go to Ned’s house, but he went away with his parents for the weekend so you and Peter had yet to decide what your plans were.

You and Pete were sitting in chemistry working on a lab when your nudged him “Hey Parker what are we doing tonight,”

“Christ, Y/N, you almost made me spill this sulphuric acid,”

You looked up to Peter who had his googles on and was holding a test tube filled with sulphuric acid, going to pour it into a beaker. (Lol I’ve spilt sulphuric acid on my hands multiple times cause my science teacher would never give us gloves to wear during labs).

“Whoops, sorry,”

“You can come over to my house tonight. Aunt May’s out with friends for the weekend so we’ll have the place to ourselves,” Peter said

“Perfect. I’ll come over around 6pm? And, being the generous friend I am, i’ll bring the pizza,”

“Sounds good,”

After school, you went home and tried to do some of your homework, but you couldn’t focus. Movie nights with Peter (and Ned) were the best part of your week. If Peter didn’t have to go out and be Spiderman you would already be at Peter’s apartment, sitting together watching movies.

But since that wasn’t the case. You patiently waited a few hours before heading to Peter’s.

Before leaving you threw your pjs, and some movies into your backpack. Regretting the decision of promising Peter pizza, you decided to just order some to his apartment.

When you arrived at Peter’s apartment, you knew he would have left the door unlocked for you so you walked right in.

“Honey, I’m home!” You said, walking inside. You dropped your things and walking over to join Peter on the couch.

“Man, its pouring outside,” you continued.

“Welcome home, honey. Yeah, the rain had kind of prevented me from being Spidey tonight. You could have come over earlier,”

“Well thanks for the heads up Parker,”

“Sorry. But did you bring anything for me?” Peter asked

“Bring you anything like what?”

“Well, i’m very hungry,”

“Well if you’re horny I could definitely help you out with that, but I thought we were going to have a movie marathon?”

“Oh my god Y/N. I said I’m hungry, not horny. But now that you mention it…”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could get a word out there was a knock at the door.

“Pizza’s here. Looks like that’ll solve one of your problems,”

You grabbed your wallet, paid the pizza man and then brought the box over to Peter on the couch.

“What movies are we watching tonight?”

“I put Harry Potter in the dvd player. You feel like watching that?”

“Sure,” you nodded.

Peter turned on the movie and the two of you sat on the couch. You only made it 20 minutes into the movie when the lights started flickering.

“That doesn’t seem good,” you said.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Peter said, moving his attention back to the movie.

You rolled your eyes, knowing a storm like this would most definitely knock out the power.

Sure enough, a few minutes later the power went out.

The apartment went silent as the tv shut off. You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. It was pitch black besides the occasional flash of lightning outside.

“Told you,” you muttered.

You didn’t have to see Peter to know he was rolling his eyes.

“What now?” Your asked.

“Well, the power’s out. We have two options. Have sex, or I got ‘Back to the Future’ on my laptop.” Peter said.

“I mean, we already explored the idea of sex so that seems like the best idea. I’m down,”

“If Ned were here would that still be the best idea?” Peter asked

“I mean, if Ned wouldn’t mind sitting out here while we fuck in your bedroom, then sure,” you joked.

Peter laughed “Back to the Future?”

“Sure,” you agreed.

Peter disappeared for a moment, making his way to his bedroom to find his laptop.

There was a loud bang and you heard Peter say “Fuck,”

You laughed, knowing Peter must have walked into something.

“Thanks for asking if I’m okay,” Peter said, walking back into the room.

“You’re spiderman. I’m supposed to be worried about you walking in the dark now?”

“A little concern would be nice,”

Peter came and sat down beside you. You were leaning on him, as he placed his laptop on his lap and looked for the movie.

“Hey Pete,”

“Mmhmm,” Peter mumbled, still searching his laptop.

“You know I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“What?” Peter asked

“I wasn’t lying when I said I was down,”

“No, I heard what you said I just… I don’t believe you,”

“You don’t believe me?”

“No,”

“Why not?” You asked.

You felt like you had made a fool of yourself to Peter. You had just admitted that you would be open to doing things with Peter and all he had to say was that he thought you were lying.

“Come on, Y/N. We joke about this all the time. We joke about sex and being in a relationship and living happily ever after one day. But we joke, I’ve accepted that that’s not actually going to happen because we’re just friends and you don’t feel that way about me,”

“Have you ever thought that maybe I actually do feel that way about you?”

“Don’t joke about that Y/N, you could never like someone like me,”

“What on earth are you talking about Peter?”

“I mean you’re so amazing, how on earth could you actually like me? You’re just fucking with me. It’s really not that funny,”

“Peter i’m not fucking with you, but I would like to fuck you. Jesus Christ, Peter. I have feelings for you,”

“Wait… you do?” Peter asked

“Yes!” You exclaimed.

“I have feelings for you too, Y/N,”

“So about that ‘best idea’…” you said, raising your eyebrows in a suggestive way.

Peter laughed “I mean, like you said, I’m down,”

“Then what are you waiting for Parker?”

Peter quickly placed his laptop on the coffee table in front of him and leaned down to kiss you. He moved his lips against yours, using his teeth to lightly nip at your bottom lip.

He moved his hands to your waist, so they were slightly riding up your shirt.

You pulled away, “You could at least take me to your bedroom before you tried to take your clothes off,”

Peter laughed, “As you wish, my dear,”

Peter stood up and offered you his hand. You graciously took it and let him lead you to his bedroom.

“Man I am so happy Ned’s away this weekend,” You said.

I got an ask a while back asking my opinion on if all lesbians could use “dyke” or if it was specific to butches and I didn’t answer because it didn’t seem on topic at the time but here we go

The only people who have ever told me not to call myself a dyke have been non-lesbians who took offense because they thought I was insulting myself, saying “oh honey! don’t say that! you are not that kind of lesbian”. It had nothing to do with protecting a butch word and everything to do with trying to separate me (someone they consider a friend, loved-one, a certified Good Lesbian) from the bad rap of butches.

And I think we all know who the primary target of “dyke” is and who has the most stake in it. Which is why the Chicago Dyke March trying to distance the word so desperately from butch lesbians (I mean, not just distancing, but condemning butches as the wrong way to be dykes) is such a mind-boggling level of bullshit. 

When I call myself a dyke what I am saying that you don’t get to separate me from your perception of what a “bad lesbian” is. You don’t get to categorize me as something softer and more appealing, you don’t get to pit me against my community and the women I love. The power of dyke exists because of its connection to butch lesbians. Trying to strip butches from the equation just strips it of its meaning

THIS IS FUCKING INSANE WHAT




OKAY.


DEEP BREATHS.


SCENARIO.


What do we KNOW?

  1. We know that Izzy relies on her ability to seduce to get what she wants.  The girl oozes sex and knows how to use it. (AKA Meliorn)
  2. We know Izzy is addicted to Yin Fen or whatever that drug is
  3. We know Yin Fen is made of Vampire venom
  4. We know Izzy knows Aldertree is using her.  Izzy is smart and loyal  Her devotion to her brother and Clary will win out and she’ll be left struggling with her addiction without Aldertree supplying her
  5. What better way to get more Yin Fen (either made or delt to her) than to use your connections with the vampires you know?  ESPECIALLY if you have connections to the most POWERFUL influential vampire in the AMERICAS - AKA Leader of the New York Clan, Raphael Santiago.
  6. We know Raphael has probably dealt with the underground black market due to Camille’s reign and as a vamp is familiar with the substance.
  7. We know Izzy will likely take advantage of her sex appeal - clearly by the photos in which she’s touching Raphael while wearing a skin-tight sheer black slip of a dress.
  8. We can see in the photo where she’s kissing Raphael that he’s stiff-backed.  His hands are NOT on her when she’s kissing him and his eyes are OPEN.  This does not indicate enjoyment.
  9. We know from meta sources Raphael is often viewed on the Aro/Ace spectrum, meaning sex might not tempt him.
  10. We know Raphael is an OPPORTUNIST.  He’s cunning.  Devious.  But he’s got a heart deep under the ice.
  11. Izzy seems a bit put out in this photo right after:
  12. Did that kiss and her sex-appeal maybe not work as she expected?
  13. We have not OUTRIGHT seen Raphael work his FLIRT yet, we only ever saw him eye-fucking Simon and touching SIMON.  But it seems that Raphael can be SLICK and DEVIOUS as FUCK when he wants to be, he can FOOL people with his charms.
  14. But he’s touching her - probably right after the kiss
  15. Maybe Raphael fooled her straight up and told her “Oh honey.  Nice try, cariño.” and pulled her hair back condescendingly, which is why she looks kind of miffed, kind of angry in the fifth photo
  16. That would seem very much like something Raphael would do.
  17. BUT he’s not the type to waste an opportunity - Isabelle would be in his debt if he helps her.
  18. We know he never got revenge on Aldertree so far for torturing him
  19. Could he perhaps want an alliance with Isabelle to take Aldertree down?
  20. So we know there can be a chance that this is just the follow up of them making a deal together.
  21. We know the synopsis says “Isabelle finds an unlikely new ally.”
  22. We KNOW that has to be in Raphael
  23. We also know a new sexuality will be introduced in episode 10  from Emeraude’s tweet.  Maybe this has to do with Raphael’s sexuality on the aro/ace spectrum?

In conclusion, this doesn’t mean there is some kind of romance blooming between Isabelle Lightwood and Raphael Santiago.  BUT HOLY FUCK IS THIS INTRIGUING.

Pregnancy sentence starters

“Y’know, with all your symptoms, it kind of sounds like you might be pregnant.”
“There’s no harm in taking a test, just to know for sure…”
“Morning sickness still pretty bad, I’m assuming?”
“Do you… think you might be pregnant?”
“I know you’ve been feeling pretty shitty, want me to skip work and rub your back?”
“You have to take it easy.”
“Oh my god, we’re going to be parents!”
“Are you pregnant again…?”
“Loving another baby with you would be easy.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“How far along are you?”
“If you’re tired you need to sleep, honey.”
“What did the test say?”
“Do you think it’s a boy or a girl? Or both? Or two of each?”
“I’m pretty sure they call it morning sickness because they want to lie to you and say it’ll only last in the morning so you’ll procreate.”
“Did you throw up again? I can come home early and cuddle with you.”
“I should be recording this for the baby.”
“I mean, someone has to hold your hair.”
“Oh my god! I just felt it kick!”
“Are you SURE it’s a boy/girl or is this just another one of your intuitions?”
“Are you excited?”
“Yeah, growing a person inside you doesn’t sound fun at all.”

the “morning after”

Prompt: Reader is Tony Stark’s daughter and has a party, but ends up ditching with Peter. They end up at his apartment where they talk and dance, but when the reader wakes up on the morning Peter is gone and the Reader is forced to try and make her way home with out being seen by paparazzi

Requested by: n/a

Warnings: implications of sex, mentions of alcohol

Word count: 2,084

Notes: Peter isn’t really in this, but I thought the idea was cute so I ran with it. Also, this is my first published work on this side blog, but if you guys like it and want to see more, request some stuff! I will write all MCU characters, as I haven’t really seen the shows and wouldn’t be able to do them justice. But anyways, kudos to you if you actually read this little mini-rant and enjoy this fic ! 

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Let me talk about Lance (and Keith) and that scene ...

… y’all know the one.

This is going to be mostly ranting about character development, and what things, new and old, I ponder about when it comes to Lance (and also about Keith, though mostly Lance). I just have a lot of thoughts/opinions and they wouldn’t fit in a rant about the episode itself :)

There are spoilers (and tons of rambling) beneath this cut :D

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Protection

Originally posted by sparklingnifflers

A/N: I’M BAAAAACK I’M SO EXCITED TO BE BACK I HOPE YOU ARE TOO although, I bet I’ve lost my whole reader base though. We’ll see.

Warnings: none

It was quite chilly outside, but absolutely roasting in the pub that you and Newt entered. You sat down at a table for two and Newt told you he’d get you a butterbeer. You and Newt had been dating for around two years, you were more than happy sharing him with the creatures, you loved to learn about them as Newt brought new ones in all the time. You were putting your coat over the back of your chair when you noticed a man sit down in front of you.

“Hello,” You said.

“Hi there, beautiful, how’s it going?” He asked, with a smug smile on his face.

“I’m okay thank you,” You replied politely, looking around desperately for Newt.

“What’ a lovely lady such as yourself doing out by yourself?” He asked.

“I’m not, my boyfriend is getting our drinks, you’re sitting in his seat,” You said, fiddling with your fingers under the table. You finally caught Newt’s eye and beckoned him over.

“Hello, sorry you seem to be sitting in my seat,” Newt said politely.

“Your seat? Does it have your name on it?” The man asked cheekily.

“No of course not but I’d like to sit with my girlfriend, so if you would kindly move along,” Newt snapped.

“And why should I?” The man asked.

“Why should you be flirting with my girlfriend, now move, before I make you,” Newt threatened.

“Now, I have a funny feeling that was an empty threat,” The man laughed. Newt took out his wand and the man stood up. “Relax, I was just talking to her,” He defended himself.

“And now you aren’t,” Newt snapped again, sitting down. He set down the two butterbeers, while you were looking at him in shock.

“Newt, honey, I’ve never seen you like that before,” You said, quietly.

“I know, and you know I trust you, it’s him that I don’t trust, I didn’t want him to hurt you,” Newt said, reaching for your hand.

“So any time another man comes near me, you’ll turn in to super protective Newt?” You teased, Newt flushed red. “I wouldn’t mind if you do, it’s kind of cute,” You admitted.

“Oh really?” Newt puffed out his chest. You giggled softly.

“My own superman,” You said, smiling.

“How lucky are you!” He teased. “I know we just got here but would you just want to go home?” Newt asked. You nodded. You put your coat back on and linked your arm with Newt’s when you got outside. He pulled you in to his side. Since it was late, he thought there would be suspicious men about. He eyed them up and you swear you heard him growl.

“You don’t have to growl at every man who walks past us, handsome,” You reminded, making him flush once again.

“I know, I just want to protect you, I couldn’t let anything happen to you,” He said.

“I know, I love you,” You said.

“I love you too, look we’re almost there,” He said, walking a bit faster. You finally reached your shared cottage. You unlocked the door and started the fire. You felt Newt come and put his arms around your middle. “I love you so much, Y/N,”

“I know you do, I love you too, Newt, never forget that,” You replied fondly, turning around to face him. You reached up and cupped his cheeks and pulled his face down to kiss him. He cupped your cheeks and you moved your hands to around the back of his neck. You pulled him closer as you deepened the kiss. He smiled, then moved to kiss your forehead. He pulled you in to a hug and you gripped each other too tightly. You didn’t care though.

“I’ll always protect you,”

every rip vine compilation
  • CHRIS! IS THAT A WEED?
  • mmhm, that is not correct! because according to the encyclopedia of *mouth noises*
  • it’s summer, i’ve got my hat on backwards and its time to fuckin party *walks into a garage door*
  • at least 1 ProZD vine (increase number the more the compilation creator is into anime)
  • at least 3 vines from the dude who does mexican stereotype jokes but isn’t even mexican
  • LIPSTICK IN MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG??
  • about 20 vines where they zoom in on the face really fast to land the punchline
  • the girl dancing to the intro of take on me and she turns around to reveal she’s wearing swimming goggles when the sting plays
  • the jeff goldblum version of the above
  • at least 3 thomas sanders vines (if the compilation creator likes steven universe, at least 5, one of which will be the one with the SU voice actors)
  • back at it again at krispy kreme
  • bitch, i’m washin’ me and my clothes
  • the woman running from the fake rat and making a weird noise
  • the rat running away with the weird noise from the above vine dubbed over it
  • what’s up, me and my boys are goin’ to see uncle cracker
  • WHAT THE FUCK IS UP KYLE
  • zach, stop, you’re gonna get in trouble
  • would anyone like some stew *hoverboards away*
  • hi, welcome to chilis
  • hi, welcome to chilis parodies
  • if the compilation creator is into bandom, 20 vines throughout of fucking…k-pop or something
  • “oh i love beth!” “you hate beth” “YEAH NO SHIT, HONEY”
  • i bass boosted the audio so it’s funny
  • “i like ya accent where you from” “i’m liberian” “oh i’m sorry [whispering] i like ya accent where you from”
  • the teacher saying hello and wearing different shirts
  • WELCOME TO BIBLE STUDY WE’RE ALL CHILDREN OF JESUS
  • the guy getting interrupted halfway through his skit by a snake crawling in the window
  • brandon ask me what kind of tree i have. ask me what kind of–brandon ask me what kind of tree i ha–it’s a chris pine.
  • dick cheney made money off the iraq war
  • at least 1 other gabriel gundacker vine
  • the game grumps one where dan throws a football at arin’s face
  • a mini ytpmv but the pitch is really off
  • “how can you know what’s good for me “THAT’S MY OPINIOOOOON”
  • a vine that was funny on its own but the person decided to put a stupid song over the punchline and made it less funny
  • bitch, huhu, why you mad? cuz my pussy pops severely, and yours don’t?
  • a white guy remaking a vine with higher production values but it was funnier when it was done originally by a black girl in her bedroom on her android
  • i smell like beef
  • dad, look, it’s the good kush
  • try me, bitch
  • the kid in the hoodie turning towards the camera while snoop dogg plays
  • why the fuck you lyin, why you always lyin, mmmm oh my god
  • a “what are thooooooose” vine (usually the one that ends with “those are my crocs”)
  • there’s probably more so add your own

Vision: I’m not a regular dad, I’m a cool dad. Right, Viv?
Viv: Please stop talking.

Okay, but an AU where the Sole Survivor is instead Shaun’s grandmother/grandfather. Just a sweet, adorable elderly person who will kick ass, but adopts all the companions and others as their grandchildren.

“Hancock, no jet in the house!”

“Oh, Preston, sweetie, you are such a wonderful young man! I’m so proud of you!”

“Piper, your writing is magnificent! I framed your issue up on the so all my friends can see it!”

“Robert Joseph MacCready, get your feet off the table! Did your parents teach you etiquette?”

“Strong, Grandma/Grandpa has the milk of human kindness here… With your cookies.”

“Oh, you’re Maxson? You must have been eating your vegetables and drinking your milk because you’re such a big, strong boy!”

“Danse, honey, make sure to wear the sweater I made over your suit! The Brotherhood is going to be so jealous when they see you! You’ll be the coolest boy in the Commonwealth… Well, you always were to me!”

Roommates

Genre: Fluff / Humor (??) / Romance / Very slight smut 

Word Count: 5,065

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Request: Can you do a fic of having Jungkook (my bias oh muh gosh) as your neighbor and you having to stay at his house while your parents are away??

“We’ll be gone for awhile and I think it would be best if you stayed with Jungkook while we’re gone! You guys are the same age, he’s only a couple months older. I think it would be really nice.”

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A/n: This is really long omg w o w. I hope this is what you wanted ^-^. Thank you for the request ❗️😊♥️ I’ve actually always wanted to make a fic like this lol. jungkook feels are too real. I did sort of a new style of writing (?) kind of, idk, you guys can tell me if you like it. sorry about the ending lol. sorry not sorry for thAT SINFUL GIF.  

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