oh god this was really hard to make

meridadumbbroch  asked:

I've been following your art since about 2006-2007ish and it's just amazing to see how much you've improved?? I feel like every time I blink it gets a million times better and wow. Your art is so amazing and you yourself are such a kind person? When I first started following your art was so incredible to my little middle school weeb self, and now ten years and a degree later you're still my favorite artist on here or anywhere. So I guess thank you for sharing your art with everyone and just wow

oh my god ;_; this made me tear up hhhhhhhghhgahowhfoawghowgh THIS IS SO SWEET, THANK YOU ;A; ♥ ♥ ♥ i’m really honoured and grateful that you’ve supported me and my art for so long, and it’s incredibly encouraging to hear you see improvements. Sometimes it’s really hard to judge for myself, so thank you for that ;3; I will continue doing my best and i hope to make y’all proud <3

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OH MY GOD 15 MILLION??? THATS INSANE

Let me start off by saying congratulations on 15 FREAKING MILLION SUBSCRIBERS @therealjacksepticeye YOUVE WORKED SO HARD AND YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE YOU REALLY DO

HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN WATCHING YOU I CANT EVEN ANSWER THAT i cant even say how much i want to thank you. Youve played such a large role in my life when times were shitty and nothing made me happy, i would just watch your videos and find myself giggling and even full blown laughter! 

I love how you keep in touch with your viewers when you make videos that discusses your opinions or your feelings and even your regular videos, you still show that youre you and youre not afraid of expressing that. 

You make ALL OF US AND I MEAN ALL OF US WHO WATCH YOU so happy even if you dont think you are. We all watch your videos and find so much joy in every second of them. We cant thank you enough for being a part of our lives and making them worth living. Even if you dont think youre doing anything, just being you and making these videos for US, youre bringing us all together. We’re so happy to watch your videos and thank you for bringing us so much happiness Jack. WE LOVE YOU!

anonymous asked:

Oh my god your canon vs fanon Kuroo post was perfection can you do one for Bokuto please!!! I will never inderstand where people got the "pary animal sex god Kuroo" thing I mean the dude makes poetic speeches and insults people using chemestry he is probably full nerd

oh man this is so much harder because bokuto is actually really complex

fanon bokuto:

  • hopeless moron
  • helpless baby bird who cannot tie his own shoes without akaashi there
  • fluctuates between fragile, crushed soul and raging egomaniac
  • collapses at everything for childish reasons
  • also a party animal
  • constantly talking

canon bokuto:

  • measures up tsukishima’s entire character and primary struggles after 2-3 meetings, after even kuroo failed to understand him. you know,  because he’s a bristly asshole who is hard to understand. gives him pinpoint accurate advice. still punctuates it with “well hey i might be wrong though”
  • does this for hinata as well
  • able to strategize in midair, something that is notoriously hard to do. has an outrageous skillset to go with it. practices nonstop to achieve this
  • for the most part extremely reliable. akaashi keiji’s words, and i get the feeling that akaashi keiji does not embellish
  • scatterbrained and easily distracted but also able to get into moments of crazy focus during a game
  • his mood swings are clearly involuntary and pass quickly when he’s given a success to focus on which btw is not easy to do in a fast paced sport. i mean i know akaashi kind of leads him to the success but it’s bokuto who manages to get back on track after 1-2 good points which… holy shit that takes some killer determination when your brain is on fire in a mood swing
  • brags some. asks for verbal validation more. is super happy but also kind of sheepish when hinata is amazed by him, and subsequently dedicates himself to teaching hinata tricks
  • overjoyed to talk or work with anyone
  • takes a lot of teasing. seriously, everyone he hangs out with pokes fun at him, and he handles it with very minimal sulking
  • actually spends a lot of time kinda sizing things up silently? seriously, though, he’s actually… not that much of a chatterbox, unless he’s pestering akaashi for praise.
  • i would literally fight anyone for bokuto koutarou but i don’t have to because if someone has hurt him then akaashi keiji has already murdered them in a back alley

anonymous asked:

Jumin + MC who happens to share the same name as his pet (not necessarily be Elizabeth)? Other RFA members may join in for reactions.

Hello~!! I’m not sure if this is quite what you were asking for, but I went for the humorous side of things :3

– R.I.


CHATROOM – DAY 01

Yoosung: Ehh? Are you sure she’s trustworthy?

Seven: Yes yes, I’m already doing a background check on her and so far she seems wait what the- PFFT GYAHAHAHAHA

Seven: be back later omg lolololol what is this…?

Yoosung: what is what?!? Is there a funny photo of her or something? I want to see, I want to see!

Zen: OI!

Zen: Don’t invade her privacy like that! Anyways, what’s your name, mi’lady? I’m sure you have a wonderful name! Must be just as beautiful as yo-

You: Elizabeth the 3rd

Jumin: Oh, how did you know my cat’s name?

MC: What? No… that’s my name…

Yoosung: …

Zen:

Jumin: …

Jumin: I see. What a wonderful name.

Yoosung: OMG!! So THAT’S what Seven’s laughing about!!

Zen: God. I hope he’s not dead from laughing

Seven: still here let me st o ppp laughinasdfkljsdfj

Yoosung: Seven’s laughing so hard he’s having trouble typing!!

You: …

Zen: Oh! No, we’re not making fun of you, I swear! It’s just… your name is really uhm, unique.

Jumin: ?

Jumin: Why would we ever make fun of her for such an elegant name?

Zen: You, shut up.

BEHIND THE SCREENS:

Yoosung

  • I’m so shocked!!
  • Her name is the same as Jumin’s cat??
  • Such a coincidence…
  • Should I laugh? But no, I don’t want to be mean, I just met her…
  • But… pfft… oh no, I can’t stop laughing
  • -silently prays to God to forgive him for being a bad kid-

Zen

  • THIS IS AWFUL.
  • This wonderful lady shares the same name as that Trust Fund Kid’s cat?!?
  • This must be a joke or something
  • -exits the chatroom-
  • -re-enters the chatroom-
  • WHY IS IT STILL THERE?!
  • I-I mean… she has a wonderful name but… Trust Fund Kid’s cat…
  • GRRR. It’s all the Trust Fund Kid’s fault for his stupid naming sense!!

Jumin

  • She shares a name with the most beautiful lady in the world…
  • I wonder if she looks like Elizabeth the 3rd?
  • Hm. I must meet her at once.
  • Would she like to eat lobster…? It’s seafood, after all. Then again, it’s not fish…
  • Wait no, this is a human. Right.

Seven

  • -still dying of laughter-
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  • The Defender of Justice is currently laughing too hard. Please try again later.
Proposition

Originally posted by boredoutofmymindwriting

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Jensen tries to convince the reader to be his pretend girlfriend.

Prompt: "You’ve given up being sexy a long time ago haven’t you?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,266

Requested by: @starswirlblitz


Work today was fucking torture. It was too long, too boring and filled with too many morons. You can only fake being nice for so long, it’s exhausting.

Trying to get into a more relaxed head space, you decide to pamper yourself a bit. You down a much needed glass of wine then take a soothing bubble bath. Soon after you throw on a black mud mask that clarifies, it’s weird looking but it works awesome.

Deciding to give yourself a pedicure, you pick out a dark red nail polish and get yourself settled on the couch. Finally feeling a little more relaxed, you breathe a happy sigh for the peace and quiet.

“Y/N!”

Son of a bitch.

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I tried oops

These are kinda rushed but I really wanted @lovelylangst to feel better as soon as possible, so hopefully these are okay ^^;

KLANGST

-Normally tiffs between the two end when either Shiro or Allura put their foot down, but sometimes Lance can’t help but keep pushing Keith’s buttons.

-Keith has had previous anger issues which had wormed their way out while he was living in the desert, but have made their way back after meeting Lance.

-Keith, in need of something to say, says “I bet you couldn’t keep quiet for five minutes!” Which Pidge jokingly adds on “I don’t think he even knows the definition of quiet.”

-Lance is never one to back down from a challenge;)

-But our blue boy is a little hurt by Pidge’s comment.

-Things take a turn for the worse when-

-Lance, wanting to prove he knows the definition of quiet, keeps absolutely silent throughout a whole mission (he thought about just turning his com of, but he isn’t a cheater); by doing this, Lance can’t call for help when some Galra Soldiers attack. The soldiers keep asking him where Voltron is, and where the Castle of Lions is located, but Lance refuses to answer (now for the sake of keeping his team and the princess safe instead of giving the team the silent treatment) The Galra quickly become annoyed and basically put Lance’s throat beneath their boot, putting more and more pressure on his throat the longer Lance keeps silent. After Lance finally returns to the castle where everyone is waiting, he is quickly yelled at by not only Shiro but also Keith(“Stop being such a kid, Lance! It doesn’t fucking matter if you know how to be quiet or not!”) only after Keith finishes yelling is when he realizes that ‘Oh shit, Lance is hurt’ and Lance is quickly placed into a pod. When Lance is released from the pod, they find that the damage done to his vocal cords could not be reversed, leaving Lance to live his life without his voice. The news really hits Keith hard, making him tear up and-“I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. If I hadn't… god, Lance. I love your voice…”


KLANGST

When Keith was young and being moved into and out of houses, his mind made up an imaginary friend with no name. All he knows is that this friend was his first crush and love, but when he gets older, he finally starts to notice that the unknown friend is something he made up and he forgets about him.
After moving in with Shiro and Allura, and their adopted daughter Pidge, he meets Lance at the high school; who looks and acts exactly like his imaginary friend.


KLANGST

-Keith and Lance both are crushing on each other, but are oblivious to the others feelings.

-Keith hadn’t ever really felt attraction to somewhere before, so he is scared he caught a weird space flu since his tummy feels like it has butterflies in it and he always feels hot and sweaty whenever he is alone with Lance.

-Lance has fallen in love one too many times and is afraid to tell Keith, since they’re already fighting purple furries and are super stressed as it is (plus he is sure Shiro would kill him if he hurt Keith’s feelings)

-Keith goes to Hunk for advice on his space flu, and only gets sent away with cookies and a reminder to tell Lance how he feels around him. Keith was going to, but of course the castle is suddenly under attack.

-And of coURSE LANCE GETS HURT.

-AND SO HE HAS TO STAY IN THE PODS AND KEITH THINKS HE NEEDS A POD TOO BECAUSE HE FEELS LIKE HIS HEART IS GOING FASTER THAN A RUSSIAN RACE HORSE.

-I actually don’t have anything else for this prompt.

superhero sentence starters 

  • what’s the point of fighting if no one appreciates it? 
  • why do you keep doing this? why do you keep trying to protect people when they never give you a word of thanks? 
  • you’re so brave. i don’t know if i could ever be like that. ‘
  • i’m your biggest fan! autograph? please? 
  • you… you saved my life. 
  • don’t worry about it. it’s what i do. 
  • what’s it like being able to fly? ‘
  • i could show you, you know. you okay with being carried? ‘
  •  ‘ stay down! it’s too dangerous! 
  • get behind me. ‘
  • oh my god… it’s really you. ‘
  • just try to fucking stop me, ‘hero.’ ‘
  • you can’t save anyone. you can try, but you’re never going to make a difference. ‘
  • i try so hard to help people. i try so fucking hard. but i’m just not strong enough. 
  • it’s going to explode! get out of here, get out of here now! ‘
  • put. the gun. down. 
  • i can help you. you don’t need to do this. please. 
  • what’s the point of protecting people when i can’t even protect you? ‘
  • you tried so hard to save other people that you stopped caring about yourself. ‘
  • i know you have powers, but it’s still too dangerous! you’re going to die in there! please, it’s not worth it! ‘
  • i know i act like i’m not scared of anything, but the truth is… i’m terrified. ‘
  • everyone hates you. you can’t protect this city, you’re only making things worse around here. just leave. everyone would be better off without you. ‘ 
  • i don’t need some hero to save me! i’m fine on my own, thank you very much. ‘
  • i hate heroes. they always try to get involved in everything. just leave me alone, okay? i don’t need your help. ‘ 
  • help! please! someone! ‘
  • who knew the hero would be the one getting saved? ‘
  • you’re out of control. you’re hurting more people than you’re helping. just stop. let the cops handle this. ‘
  • how do i know i can trust you? ‘
  • you never give up, you never stop fighting. why?
  • you need to take a break. the city will be okay without a hero for one day. get some rest. ‘
  • i can’t take a break, what if someone needs my help? what if someone gets because i was too busy taking a nap?! i don’t need a break! ‘
Big Win [Stiles Lacrosse Week Smut]

Author: @dylan-ohbrien
Pairing: Stiles x Reader
Word Count: 3,285
Warnings: Smut (Oral male & female receiving), language that’s about it ;)
A/N: So this is my first time writing a Stiles fic and I thought what better first than one for lacrosse week? I wrote this in a few hours and I haven’t done that in forever so I’m pretty proud of myself for that lol, that being said, I’m sure there are errors that I missed. It’s just kinda cute and smutty so I hope you guys like it! :)

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Prompt by @softestisak: “write me a cake fight drabble u brat”

Ak, I don’t like you. But lucky enough, I like the prompt. HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVEN!!!! (also where is the fucking trailer?!?!?)

—————————————–

“So, you’re going to… bake a cake?”

Eskild’s voice is dubious, eyebrows raised to epic proportions and mouth set in an incredulous line.

Which, fuck him very much, because Isak is not completely helpless. And how fucking hard can baking a cake from scratch be? He has a printed set of directions in front of him, he has all of the ingredients spread out over the counter, and the oven is happily pre-heating.

What could go wrong?

“Yes,” Isak answers with a narrowed look, “I’m baking Even a birthday cake. It’s not rocket science.”

Eskild swallows and puts his hands up, like he was approaching a spooked horse or a small child, “Isak just because you’re gay doesn’t mean you automatically get Martha Stewart powers.

“Who the fuck is Martha Stewart?”

Eskild sighs, “Oh god, this is not going to end well. Are you sure we can’t call Noora in here to help you?”

“Nei,” Isak grabs the empty mixing bowl off the counter and away from Eskild, hugging it to his chest like a shield. “He’s my boyfriend and he made me promise not to by him anything, so this is what I’m doing. Jesus, you make it sound like baking is hard.”

Eskild whimpers but leaves the kitchen in peace.

———————

Okay- so as it turns out, baking is a little harder than it looks. It really wouldn’t be, but there are phrases like sift the flour and fold in the eggs.

What the actual fuck does any of that mean? And Isak is too proud to google it on his phone because he is seventeen years old and baking will not conquer him.

Also, is there really a difference in between baking soda and baking powder? And like, between regular sugar and confectioners sugar? Isak hopes not because Even will be here in two hours and Isak doesn’t have time to run back out to the store.

So he just kind of puts all the ingredients together and hope it works

———————-

It doesn’t work. It very much does not work.

And Even is laughing his ass off, arms securely around Isak’s waist as he takes another bite of the shitty Moulin Rouge inspired decorations Isak had turned into stick figures and laughs some more. “I love it,”

“You suck,” Isak groans, batting the fork away from Even’s mouth, “Stop eating it, you might poison yourself.”

“But what a way to go,” Even leans down to kiss at Isak’s pulse point, ignoring the loud boos of their friends. Isak flips them off, but Even doesn’t look ruffled at all, “Baby… you baked me a cake. You, yourself. God knows it was yourself because Noora never would have let this happen.”

Isak groans and Even’s attention is pulled away for a hot second by Sana, who’s just arrived to the apartment.

Isak glares at the failure cake. He worked fucking hard on it and now what? They’re just going to throw it out? Over his dead body is the cake he spent hours slaving away for going to be dumped into the trash.

So he cocks his head to consider, eye slanting right to note that Even isn’t wearing anything to expensive, just his favorite button up (read Isak’s button up) and a pair of jeans. 

The arms tightens around Isak’s wait again and Isak has an idea, He steps out of the embrace. Even swivels his head to look at him.

“One more surprise.” Isak gestures down to the sugar monstrosity, “Look at the cake closer.”

Even raises his eyebrows, but glances down at it, “I don’t get it.”

“Look.”

Even gets a little closer to the cake, now intent on finding whatever mystery clue Isak had hidden in the frosting. When he shifts his head down, just a little bit, Isak pounces.

He hooks a hand around the back of Even’s neck and pulls his face into the cake, waiting several seconds before releasing and stepping back.

The cheers are almost instant and Even is pulling back, wiping frosting from his eyes and laughing again, bright and happy laughter and this might just be one of the greatest cakes ever baked in the world.

“Little shit,” Even grabs a handful of the corner piece and- oh fuck no, Isak didn’t anticipate that. Even hurls the cake at him. Isak dives out of the way and-

The fucking cake splatters against Vilde. Oh my fucking god the look on her face. She screams and everyone goes silent. 

Or at least, for about fifteen seconds and then Even is grabbing another chunk of cake and hauling Isak to him by the waist and smearing the frosting down the length of his face.

By that time, everyone had gotten the idea and Isak’s perfect fucking cake was flying across the room, smearing over every surface available and every person available and Isak and Even were still half-wrestling on the floor trying to escape each other’s frosting clad hands and-

Fucking best birthday party ever.

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Tales of Zestiria + Titles
Capable (Chapter 4) NSFW

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Originally posted by katerinasgranger

Bucky Barnes x mutant!Reader

Summary: You were kidnapped by Hydra 10 years ago but now you’re free. You find yourself at the Avengers Tower while you recover and readjust to real life.

Warnings: language (moderate), SMUT

A/N: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND IS INTENDED ONLY FOR AUDIENCES OVER THE AGE OF 18!!! Feedback is always welcome, especially since this is my first smut. If you don’t want to be tagged in future fics please just let me know, promise I won’t be offended. Or if you do want be tagged and you’re not you can tell me that too! Hope everyone enjoys the new chapter! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!



You and Bucky had grown so close since your talk. Little by little you had started to tell him everything that had happened to you while with Hydra. But it was so much more than just sharing your traumatic stories, you had grown close physically too. You would wake each other in the middle of the night if either of you had a bad dream and hold the other in your arms until they fell back asleep. You would always sit next to each other on the couch or at dinner. Bucky would sit next to you with his arm around you just rubbing tiny patterns with his thumb into your shoulder or back as you watched movies. It became almost intimate the way you two interacted. It was so nice to have someone that just understood how you were feeling and where you were at mentally.

You woke up to Natasha and Wanda banging on your bedroom door, they had promised to take you shopping today. You groaned and felt the weight on the bed shift next to you as Bucky rolled over. Bucky had a nightmare last night and had come to your room for consoling, but you knew Nat and Wanda wouldn’t believe you if you told them nothing happened. 

“I’ll meet you guys in the living room in 10 minutes” You yelled at them through the door. Bucky groaned again trying to hide his head under a pillow. “Come on get up Buck, quit being fucking lazy.” You rolled off the bed and walked to your closet to get dressed.

“Well you’re not gonna be here so you really won’t know if I don’t get up or not.” He may have been tired but that doesn’t mean wasn’t still a sassy little shit.

“Fine, stay in bed, I don’t care.” You quickly threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not caring if Bucky saw. The two of you stayed in each other’s rooms so often that being modest had kind of gone out the window. You looked over and saw him snuggling back into the bed and decided to just leave him be, after all he was right, it didn’t really matter if he got up.

You met up with Nat and Wanda in the living room, then the three of you quickly ran off to start your shopping. First stop was getting you some clothes that you actually wanted to wear.

“What about this? It’s super cute and would look great on you!” Wanda held up a tiny crop top to your chest in an attempt to see if it was the right size.

“Absolutely not, when on earth would something like that ever be practical?” You took the shirt, if you could call it that, from her hands and placed it back on the rack.

“You know Y/N, not everything you wear has to be practical. Live a little, I mean at least try it on. It’s not like you’re spending your own money on it, so if you buy it and never wear it, no big deal.” Nat snatched the top back off the rack and forced it into your arms. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, she was right, Tony was paying for your stuff since it’s not a like a dead woman can go out and get a credit card. You sighed in defeat and took your stack of clothes to the dressing room to try them on. You ended up finding quite a few things that you liked through out the day, as did the other girls. Nat ended up calling a car from the tower to come take some bags from you all so you could continue shopping in peace.

“You know what we need to do next?” Nat beamed at you with a sly grin plastered on her face.

“Fucking eat.” You tossed back.

“NOOOO, well yeah, but after that, we need to take you underwear shopping.” She was almost jumping up and down she was so excited and now Wanda had a stupid grin on her face too.

“I have underwear Nat, I don’t need anymore.” You knew that they thought you and Bucky were hooking up. So they probably thought they were being sneaky in trying to take you lingerie shopping.

“Yeah but you don’t have cute underwear, just that cheap stuff Pepper and I got you.” She grabbed you by the hand and started to drag you down the street. Yet again you sighed in defeat knowing you weren’t going to talk her out of this idea, plus you honestly wouldn’t mind some cuter underwear. You did manage to get her to stop for food before she forced you into the lingerie store.

Nat and Wanda immediately started grabbing things off the shelves and racks for you to try on. God they were like animals the way they tore threw the store grabbing stuff for you. Clearly they had been here many times before. 

“Alright, that should be enough for now.” Nat stood in front of you triumphantly. 

You took your things and went to try them on. Thankfully most of the things they gave you were panties and bras so you did’t have to try them on to know if you liked them. You set aside a few lacy pairs of each and a few more practical cotton pairs that were still really cute, but now it was time to try on the lingerie sets. You had never worn lingerie before, back in the day when you wanted to hook up with someone it just happened, there wasn’t really a lot of foreplay or planning so it just wasn’t necessary. You kind of liked the idea though of setting out to tease someone or actually planning on hooking up with someone but lord have mercy it had been so long since you even tried to flirt, you wouldn’t even know where to start. After trying on a few pieces that were all way too complicated, you finally picked up a cute sheer, little dress with matching panties and it looked amazing on you. It made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a really long time, horny.

You had noticed a sex shop next door to the lingerie store. So when you came out of the dressing room you decided to ask Nat and Wanda to take you there next. It had been so long since you even thought about sex. You weren’t a virgin by any means, you had hooked up with quite a few men and women back in the day but it had been at least 10 years since any of that had happened. You walked up and down the aisles of the sex shop trying to figure out exactly what it was you wanted. You needed something that was going to work quick but not make a lot of noise. God, you’d be mortified if anyone heard you. 

Then like magic, Wanda appeared around a corner with a box in her hand. “Here, this is the one I use, it’s super quiet but works, amaaaaazingly, but don’t tell anyone.” She thrust the box at you to take before Nat could show up. You gladly took it, thankful that she had basically read your mind and saved you lots of time and probably some embarrassing questions.

You guys got back to the tower shortly after your little adventure at the sex shop. You wanted so badly to just stay in your room to masturbate but you knew the girls would never let you live it down so you put your stuff away and went back to the common area for a few hours. 

You were so distracted by the wetness pooling in your panties all evening that you must have been acting different because Bucky asked you at least three times if you were feeling okay. You kept telling him you were fine but he just wouldn’t seem to let it go. Finally enough time had passed since you got home that you could tell everyone you were tired and go to your room.

You immediately ripped off your clothes then dug through your shopping bags to find the nighty set that had gotten this all started in the first place. You put it on and stared at yourself in the mirror, you looked just as good now as you had in the store. While standing there in the mirror you reached up under the top and started massaging your breast, it was amazing as you felt your nipples harden under your own touch. You reached your other hand down your panties and started to rub circles on your clit. You were already so wet. 

After a few moments of playing with yourself in the mirror you finally grabbed your new toy out of the bag and put the batteries in. It had 10 speeds and 8 vibration patters, and you were planning on experiencing every combination. You laid down on the bed, turning it on, you pressed the head of it to your clit, using your own wetness as lube to make sure it slid in nice and easily. You started moaning and whimpering as it entered you. You kept it on a low setting to start, you didn’t want to overwhelm yourself and you also didn’t want your first session in 10 years to end too quickly.

Bucky waited a few minutes after you left before going to check on you. You had seemed so out of it since you got back from shopping. He was nervous that something had happened while you were out, maybe you saw something, or worse someone and you just didn’t want to talk about it in front of the others. He made his way towards your room. Once he got outside the door, he heard soft whimpering coming from inside. Worried that you were having a bad dream, he burst in without knocking.

“O-oh my god Bucky! What the fuck!” Your torso shot up off the bed when the door flew open, the toy still between your legs.

“Shit, shit, I’m so sorry Y/N. I thought, fuck, shit.” Bucky kept trying to look away from you but the see-through nighty that you were wearing and the toy you had clearly been fucking yourself with were making it really hard for him to do so. Thankfully he had closed the door behind him so you at least weren’t putting on a show for the whole tower to see. “Um, is that new?”

“What? Yes, um, jesus christ.” You flopped back on the bed, your face turning bright pink, not wanting to look Bucky in the face any longer.

“Okay, um, I’ll just go but can I tell you something first?” Unsure of how you would react Bucky started slowly walking towards you, thankful that you weren’t looking at him, because he didn’t want you to see the growing tent in his pants.

“Make it quick Buck, I’m a little busy here.” You threw your hands over your face as you heard him moving towards you, trying so hard not to make eye contact. You peeked out between your fingers to see him standing above you. You scrunched your face, not really sure what he was doing.

“Can I?” He gestured to the toy still inside you. Flustered and confused as to where this was going you slowly nodded. “This part right here,” he pointed to the rabbit part of your toy. “Is supposed to press right here.” He pushed the toy further inside you, pressing the rabbit flush against your clit then turned up the speed. You inhaled sharply at the new sensation then let out a string of moans and curses.

“Oh my god Bucky, don’t stop,” you cried as you writhed around on your bed. Bucky was standing over you, expertly pleasuring you with the toy. You reached your hands back up to start playing with your breasts again. You heard a low grown come from Bucky as you continued to pull at and pinch your nipples. He started to thrust the toy faster and harder into you, he couldn’t wait to watch your orgasm wash over you. It didn’t take much longer before you were repeating his name like a prayer.

“I wanna taste you,” He looked at you for consent before he kneeled down at the end of your bed. Wide eyed, you looked at him and nodded. “I need you to say it baby, tell me you want it.”

“Yes, for the love of god Buck, do it, do whatever you want.” You groaned as you felt his fingers push inside you, replacing the toy that had just been there. He used his thumb to keep your clit stimulated as he watched you for another few seconds before shoving his face in your pussy. The moan he made after licking a wide stripe up your pussy vibrated through your whole body. You felt his tongue replace his thumb while he ate you out and fingered you at the same time. Between the pace his set, the expert way he tongued your clit and surprisingly pleasurable way his scruff felt on your thighs, your second orgasm came just as quickly as the first.

“Oh fuck Bucky, fuck, I need you inside me.” You were basically whining at him. If he was this good with his hands and mouth you couldn’t wait to see what he could do with his cock. He kissed his way up your torso, pulling your nighty up with him, he stopped at your breasts so he could lick and bite at your nipples. You arched your back at the sensation, running your fingers through this hair, yearning for him to touch you more. He continued on up your body, nipping at your neck and collar bone.

“Not tonight doll, another time, I promise.” His mouth roughly met yours in a heated kiss. You rolled your hips against him, grinding your still wet pussy on his clothed crotch as he laid between your legs. He groaned into your mouth, then reached his metal hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit again. “I’m serious, Y/N, we can’t do that tonight. I was not prepared for this, but if you’re not done, I’d be more than happy to keep doing what we were doing until you are. Does that sound good?” He had pushed his metal fingers inside you now and was pumping them furiously. A soft whine escaped your lips as you bucked your hips against his hand. The metal felt so cool and different against your hot skin, it was just a whirlwind of feelings and sensations that you would have never thought to pair but felt so right.

“But what about you?” You cried between the thrusts of his fingers as you started palming him through his jeans. “I want you to feel good too.” He started thrusting his fingers faster as your hand made it’s way down his pants, fingers wrapping gently around his thick cock as you slowly pumped it. As you felt your third orgasm bubble up inside, your hand started to get a firmer grasp around him and you tried to pump in time with his thrusts. You third time was just as strong as the last two as you felt the bubble inside you explode with ecstasy. 

After you were done riding out your orgasm, you flipped him over on to his back and made your way down his body. You pulled up his shirt so you could kiss and nip at his well toned chest and abs while you undid his pants. “Can I do this for you Buck?” You looked up at him with doe eyes, face hovering over his crotch. He nodded, honestly a little surprised that you were so insistent on returning a favor that didn’t need to be returned. He groaned and reached towards you, tangling his fingers into your hair as you pulled down his pants and boxers. You looked up at him again, your eyes locked as you expertly wrapped your mouth and hand around his cock. It may have been a while since you had done this but it was definitely not your first rodeo. You swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down. You felt Bucky flop his torso down onto the bed as he let out a low growl in pleasure. You used your hand to pump his cock in time with your bobbing head as you hollowed your cheeks around him. You used your other hand to fondle his balls as you sped up your pace. He gripped your hair tighter and let out a loud string of fucks and shits and you knew that you had pushed him over the edge when you finally felt his cum hitting the back of your throat.

You sat up and wiped your mouth, while Bucky just laid there still recovering from his orgasm. You chuckled silently at him, looks like you still have the magic touch when it comes to oral. You got up, went to the bathroom then brushed your teeth. When you came out Bucky was getting dressed. “What are you doing?” You arched an eyebrow at him.

“Well, I don’t want people to think anything weird about me leaving your room tomorrow.” You knew he was just trying to respect your privacy but it was silly.

“Bucky, you literally slept in my bed last night. No one is going to think anything of it and even if they do who cares.” You walked over and gave him a reassuring hug then pulled him back towards the bed. “Just stay here tonight, please.”

He didn’t try to fight you on the matter, just slipped his pants back off and climbed into his usual spot on your bed. You smiled contently at him as you slipped into bed next to him, curling up in his arms. You didn’t think the two of you had been loud enough for anyone else to hear you, except maybe Nat, who was in the room next to you. Shit, boy, were you going to hear about this from her tomorrow. Whatever, it was totally worth it and you were definitely hoping it would happen again.




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How to tell if the signs like you

Aries: There is a good chance that they will be direct and just tell you or show it by some heavy flirting. They also get very nervous around and oh god, they blush a lot.

Taurus: It will take sometime for them to actually admit that they are falling for you. They will really hard at your jokes and will laugh with their whole face, especially the eyes. They will also do sweet little gestures and would like to be around you a lot.

Gemini: They will naturally flirt, but will make you feel extra special. They will listen intently to what you are saying. They will call/text you at weird times and would would like to share more of their private life.

Cancer: There is a very small chance of them telling you that they like you, but they will enjoy spending time with you. They will go that ‘extra mile’ to make sure you are happy and comfortable with them.

Leo: They aren’t shy to show how they feel. They will direct their attention to you instead of themselves. They will also include you in their ‘day-to-day’ and express their future with you and show you off to their friends.

Virgo: They will be quieter around you and will try to help you in every way possible. They try not to be overbearing, but will want you to know that they are thinking about you a lot. They also want to do all the little things for you.

Libra: They make many sacrifices and put great effort to spend time with you. There would be so much body language and they will charm the hell out of you. They may introduce you to people in their life as well.

Scorpio: They inquire a lot about you, because it makes them feel closer to you. They make themselves available to you. They will also really look at you when you are talking or doing anything for the matter.

Sagittarius: They will make time for you, which is very rare. They would want adventurous memories with you. They show their ‘softer’ or more ‘vulnerable’ side, and want to share many memories with you.

Capricorn: They have that look in their face while you talk. You can easily make them laugh and they get shy when you give them compliments. They make it their mission to make you notice them.

Aquarius: They will ask many questions about you and text you a lot. They smile a lot and become lost in your stories or views on life. They will show, in their own way, how you’re different than others.

Pisces: Freaks out if you don’t text and they expect a lot of hugs. They become quite relentless in getting to know you and they will share ‘dreamy’ thoughts with you.

Rules of Engagement (shiro x reader)

Rules of Engagement

Shiro x Reader

Imagine: Being the communications specialist with Shiro and Matt at the garrison.

Warning: Just a little making out ;)

AN: Hey guys! I hope you all like this one, let me know what you liked, or if you have any requests!

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His lips felt like fire on her skin. There was no pulling away at this point, not that it even crossed her mind. The feeling of his body pressed against hers, his thigh positioned between her legs, how his fingers gripped her hips, all of it made it impossible to think of anything else, but how good it felt. This was definitely against protocol, the small portion of her brain that has retained its sanity thought in the back of her head. It all felt like a deram. And if it was she never wanted to wake up.

She and Shiro were on the same flight team at the garrison. He was the pilot, and she, his communications specialist. They were also accompanied by an engineer by the name of Matt Holt, she swore he was some kind of genius, it was the only explanation for how smart he was. They had all been friends, but with the hours spent in the flight simulator, the late night study sessions, the constant contact between them, they became much more than that. The connection between her and Shiro was unshakable, you would never see one without the other, inseparable. It wasn’t until their third year at the garrison, did they notice a change in their dynamic. They weren’t the only ones to notice this change, Matt knew something was going on between them, even if they didn’t know exactly what.

For weeks, it was nothing but chaos. Longing stares from across the room, lingering touches, constant blushing, all at the expense of Matt’s sanity. There was a time when the two of you could barely be in the same room, in fear that in your clumsy state, someone could get hurt. Matt didn’t mind at first, that is until your team failed the flight simulator, putting a permanent ‘F’ on his record. Shiro had gotten distracted by you, in the middle of the mission, when you cut your hand on a stray screw driver, causing Shiro to panic, and in the end, sent their team crashing to the ground in a blazing fireball. He’d had enough.

He told you both to meet him in room B26, to go over what went wrong, and finish the mission report on the simulation failure. Each of you feeling a different kind of shame in the failure of the basic sim, and each feeling that it was your fault things had gone south.

The next morning when you arrived at the room, you met with Shiro on the way, but neither of you could stand to meet the other’s gaze. Too embarrassed to think it was your lack to self control that had ruined the mission. Keeping your head bowed, you both entered the room, the first thing you noticed was how cold and damp it was, the lights were off making it hard to see exactly where you were. Shiro’s shins came in contact with a mop bucket, sending it skidding across the floor.

“What the- “ he began, his eyes adjusting enough to see the shelves that lined the walls, filled different cleaning supplies. “Is this… a Janitor’s closet?” thinking that they must have walked into the wrong room, Shiro turned to exit, only to have the door slammed in his face. Shocked, he rushed forward testing the doorknob, and finding it locked. Thinking it must have been an accident, he slammed his fist against the metal door trying to get the attention of whoever had closed the door.

“Hey! We are in here! The door is locked, can you open it?” he called, hoping they were still close enough to hear him. There was a moment of silence, before they heard a familiar voice reply.

“I’m not letting you out until you two work this out! I don’t know what is going on with you buys, but whatever ‘it’ is, fix it! I am not going to get another ‘F’ in that stupid simulator, just because you two are acting like lovesick teenagers!” Matt’s voice was filled with a mix of anger and frustration. There was another pause, followed by what Shiro assumed was a sigh. “I’ll be back in an hour.” he said more calmly before walking away, ignoring the protests from his teammates.

They spent the next 10 minutes searching for another way out, only finding 4 metal walls all lined with janitorial equipment, and an air vent, too small for either of them to fit through. Shiro was sure Matt had picked this room specifically for that reason, no way to escape. Giving up on that idea, they resorted to searching for a light switch, their eyes adjusting enough to see outlines in the darkness but not much else. The tension in the room was palpable, neither of them trusting themselves to address the elephant in the room, why they were locked in here in the first place, they both knew what Matt had said was true, but were not willing to address it as the problem it was. Until the pressure got the better of them.

“I’m sorry.” you both blurted out at the same time. Fumbling to recover, you turned to continue, but your foot caught on the bucket Shiro had knocked over earlier, sending you sprawling on the floor.

“(Y/N)! Are you okay?!” Shiro asked rushing over to where he had heard you fall. Unfortunately, instead of helping you, he stepped on your hand. You cried out again, cradling your hand to your chest as you pushed back against the wall, pulling your knees in. Shiro’s heart felt like it was in his throat, how had he managed to mess this up even more?

“Oh God, (Y/N) I’m so sorry!” he stammered his panic rising up. Standing where he was he ran a shaking hand through his hair. He didn’t dare move again, scared that he would accidentally hurt you again, instead he decided to speak, and once he started, he couldn’t stop, everything just poured out of his mouth.

“This is all my fault. I just really like you, and you’re so pretty, and smart, and when you smile it makes my stomach go crazy, and you’re laugh, oh god, your laugh! It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard! It’s just so hard for me to think when you’re around, my brain goes all fuzzy and I can’t focus on anything else. God, I should have known better, i should have tried harder to hide my feelings, or i should have transfered as soon as I realized I loved you, and, and now we are stuck in here, and you’re hurt and-” in the darkness, you made out his outline, and rose to your feet, equal parts shocked and thrilled to hear what he was saying. Reaching out you placed your hand on the side of his face, rendering him silent. You couldn’t see his face, and you prayed he couldn’t see yours, you could feel your cheeks reddening as you drew closer. He could feel you coming closer, your hand gliding over his face, your fingertips tracing the outline of his lips. You felt his warm breath against your fingers, as you moved your hand to the base of his neck, standing on your toes. You hesitated, your lips stopping just shy of his.

Swallowing his nerves, Shiro closed the remaining distance, capturing your lips with his. In that moment it was like a fire was lit between you. His hands were on you in an instant, pulling you closer as his mouth moved against yours. Pressing forward, you stumbled back, your shoulders hitting the metal walls of the room hard. Shiro only paused for a moment before he was on you again, pinning your body to the wall with his own. His fingers gripped your sides, pawing at the material of your uniform. Pressing closer, he fit himself against you, a leg between yours, his hips against yours, like fitting puzzle pieces together. His lips pulled away from yours, only to attach to the exposed skin on your neck. He groaned into the hollow of your neck, as you raked your fingers through his hair, pulling on it slightly.

The heat between you continued to grow, and the once cold room felt like a furnace. So consumed in the moment, you both failed to notice the door to the room slide open. Matt caught site of the two of you, and paused for just a moment, as his mind registered the situation. Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, before clearing his throat. And just as quickly as it had started, the trance was broken. Shiro tore his body away from yours, his hair was sticking up in odd directions from where you fingers had mused it. While you pushed yourself off the wall, trying to stop your knees from shaking, and straighten your uniform at the same time, the small marks on your neck beginning to form. Both of your lips were swollen, and your faces were red, and in Matt’s opinion, you both looked thoroughly kissed. An amused smile pulled at Matt’s lips as he watched the two of you fumble to compose yourselves. No one spoke for a long moment, until finally, Matt broke the ice.

“Well,” he began, his voice eerily calm. “I can’t say that I didn’t see this coming, cause I did, and for that reason, I planned ahead. Because if ‘this’” he gestured between the two of you quirking an eyebrow. “Is going to happen, there need to be some ground rules.” stepping forward, he reached into his bag and pulled out a large 3 ring binder, shoving it into Shiro’s chest, who caught it quickly, looking down at the cover.

“‘Rules and guidelines of dating a teammate’” he read aloud, lifting his eyes questioningly to Matt.

“Volume 1?” you read over Shiro’s arm. “How many volumes are there?” you asked watching Shiro flip through the pages, each filled with words, and some having charts and pictures… this was obviously something Matt had put time into, and it definitely took longer than the hour they had been in there.

“There are 2 others back in my room, but I haven’t finished editing them.” Matt answered calmly. You nearly choked, and Shiro swallowed thickly, his eyes wide. Indifferent, Matt continued. “Also, there will be a quiz, so I would suggest going on a ‘study date’ instead of making out in a janitor’s closet.” you heaved a sigh, before turning your eyes to Shiro, a smile pulled at you lips, despite the obvious dislike of the situation.

“I’m free tonight.” you said, Shiro’s heart skipped a beat. He would read 50 of Matt’s ridiculous rule books, if it meant he got to see you smile like that again.

anonymous asked:

Oooooh how about NHL Chowder? Or really NHL anybody that isn't Jack. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

“I can’t do this,” Chris says, his forehead pressed into the cool wood of the table in the hotel room. “Oh my God. I can’t do this.”

“Chris.” Long fingers press into his hair, and he picks his head up in time to see Derek sit down across from him. He holds both his hands out and makes a c’mon gesture with them, and Chris takes both of them, squeezing hard and then dropping his head to inhale the smell of Derek’s skin, still fresh and clean from his post-game shower.

God. The game. The game that they won. They won the Frozen fucking Four, and Chris only let one goal in the whole time, practically a fucking shutout, and that was why–

He sucks in a breath.

“Hey.” Chris makes himself look up. Derek’s watching him calmly–not with his chill face, because Chris knows that one’s totally fake, but actually calmly, gently. When Chris meets his eyes, he smiles. Chris smiles back, a little. He likes soft Derek. “Lemme in that brain of yours, Chow.”

“I just…” Chris swallows, motioning down at the papers in front of him, a little helpless. “I just–things? Like, things. I’m having…I’m having feelings. Like, a lot of feelings.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. “Okay,” he says. He nods toward the papers. “Can I look, or…”

Chris shakes his head. He’s not ready to show him yet. “Um. I need to hold your hands right now.”

“Okay.” Derek squeezes his hands. He’s quiet for a moment, and then says, “So, not the Sharks, then?”

“Not the Sharks.”

Derek nods slowly, then tilts his head to one side. His hair’s grown out a little–thanks, playoffs–and it makes his curls flop with the motion. “Gonna make me guess?”

“The Schooners,” Chris says. He hesitates. “And the Rangers.”

He sees the moment it clicks for Derek. “Oh,” he says. And then, “Oh,” again, softer, gentler, almost to himself.

Because Derek’s going back to New York for grad school, and Cait’s job search is wide open right now, but she’s been looking at tech firms in Manhattan, and it’s not like Derek doesn’t know Chris has been looking at diamonds online for months, but what Derek actually doesn’t know is that he’s been looking at wider, more masculine bands, too, because it’s not just him and Cait anymore, hasn’t been for a long time, and–

“C,” Derek says, carefully, “You shouldn’t make your call based on–I mean, you–” He takes a breath, squeezes Chris’s hands, and then says, “Lemme back up. What’s freaking you out?”

“All the things?” Chris guesses. He sighs. “Like, it’s real? I mean, it was always the dream, but now it’s like–it’s real. Going pro, it’s an option, teams want me, teams are actually looking at me and trying to get me to sign with them, and I just–I don’t know how to–It just feels big, you know?”

Derek nods. He strokes the pads of his thumbs over the backs of Chris’s knuckles. It’s probably an absent motion, but it’s soft, soothing. Chris relaxes a little. “You know you deserve it,” he says softly. “Right? You’re the fucking league, Chowder. You deserve everything.”

“But–” Chris swallows. “But what if I fuck up?”

This is the insecurity he never lets his parents see, because he has to show them that hockey can be a Real Thing, that his computer science degree is just a backup. He’ll show Caitlyn, and he knows she’d never, ever judge him, but she doesn’t get it, either–she loves him so much, but she just doesn’t really understand the pressure, the need to be not just good but better, because good enough is never enough.

But Derek–Derek gets it. Derek knows. He squeezes his hand. “Then you do your fucking best,” he says. “And if they cut you, you come move in with me, and you can live off my generous trust fund as my live-in kept boy.”

It’s such an unexpected response that it startles a laugh out of him. “Derek, what the fuck,” Chris says, but he sniffles and laughs and lets go of one of Derek’s hands and wipes his eyes. “I was being serious.”

“So was I,” Derek says, grinning. He leans across the table and kisses Chris’s cheek, way up on the corner of his cheekbone, almost at the edge of his eye. It’s his favorite spot. “Got your back doesn’t end when we leave Samwell,” he says, sitting back in his chair. “Okay?”

Chris takes a breath. “Okay,” he says. “You promise?”

Derek smiles. “Yeah,” he says. “Of course.”

“Okay.” Chris smiles, the last, lingering tension finally loosening from his chest. With a shaking hand, he turns over one of the stacks of paper in front of him, and pushes the Rangers contract–already signed–across the table so Derek can see. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

anonymous asked:

okay i really need a trans!pastel!dan and punk!trans!phil where they are first doing to dirty and that's when dan discovers phil is trans please?

warnings ; implied bullying, dysphoria, bruising from a binder.

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“Babe, oh lord, what’s wrong?” Phil held his boyfriend tighter, wrapping his arms around the sobbing boy’s torso, a worried look painting his features. “Did they hurt you again? I swear to god, I’ll-”

Dan pulled back from the hug, throwing his arms around Phil’s neck and kissing him, hard. Phil kissed back immediately, using his thumb to wipe away the tears on Dan’s cheeks.

“Make it go away,” Dan whimpered when they finally pulled back a bit. “Please.”

“Baby, I wish I could.” Phil held him tighter, biting his lip. “I can hurt them back, if you’d like, I-”

“No,” Dan interrupted. “Fuck me.”

Phil froze. “What?”

“Fuck me,” Dan repeated. “I just wanna forget, please Phil.” He searched Phil’s eyes. “If you’re ready, of course.”

“Er, yeah,” Phil said. “Yeah, of course I am. Sure, let’s… let’s go to my house? After school?”

Dan nodded, his face stony. “Ok-kay. I’ll meet you outside. Love you.”

“I love you too,” Phil muttered, biting his lip, but Dan was already gone.

He reached up his shirt, straightening his binder. He was fucked.


-


The second they got to Phil’s room, Dan threw himself at him, kissing him passionately and letting his hands roam Phil’s body.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t made out before, but here, with the pretense that clothes were going to come off… it made Phil twitchy and nervous, like Dan was just going to suddenly rip his shirt off and see.

Dan tugged gently at the hem of his shirt, and Phil flinched, grabbing his wrists.

“Baby, slow down,” he breathed, pressing his forehead to Dan’s. “We’ve got time.”

He pushed his hands under Dan’s shirt instead, slowly helping him remove his light pink sweater. Dan tossed it aside, onto Phil’s floor.

Phil backed onto his bed, sitting down and pulling his boyfriend into his lap. He ran his fingertips over the binder.

“Can i take this off?” He asked softly, and Dan frowned.

“I… i don’t know.”

Phil leaned forward, kissing down Dan’s ear. “Baby, I know what’s under here, and it doesn’t make you any less of a boy.”

That made Dan nod slowly, and Phil carefully unclasped the object, letting it fall to the ground. He tutted when he saw the red, and in some places, purple, marks, lining his boyfriends chest. He ran his thumb over them, sighing when Dan flinched.

“Baby,” he said softly. “You can’t keep doing this. You have to be careful
You have to have some respect for your body, this isn’t safe or healthy.”

“I don’t have any respect for it, that’s the problem,” Dan mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

Phil sighed, cupping his cheeks in his hands and rubbing his thumbs under Dan’s eyes. “Dan, think of yourself in ten years. Do you want to be a beautiful boy, all after surgery, with smooth skin and no telling sign he’s trans? Or do you want scars and permanent bruises on your chest, just reminding you of the bad times of your transition?”

Dan stared at him, licking his lips and frowning. Finally, he nodded. “I suppose you’re right.”

Phil smiled, kissing his cheek. “Good boy.”

He moved his mouth to Dan’s neck, biting and sucking at a certain spot to leave a love bite. Dan shivered, clinging to his shirt.

“I’m surprised you- fuck- you know so much about… this stuff,” he breathed, pausing to curse when Phil bit down on the sensitive skin. Phil chuckled.

“Yeah. You would be surprised.”

Phil pulled back, nudging Dan’s nose with his. “You can take my shirt off now,” he breathed.

Dan tugged at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it aside.

“Oh,” Dan blurted, staring at him, his eyes flicking between his face and his chest. “Oh, oh my god.”

Phil scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, flashing him a sad smile. “Sorry. I should have told you…”

“Shut up,” Dan interrupted him, unclasping Phil’s binder and letting it fall. “Oh my god.”

Before Phil could say anything else Dan attached his mouth to Phil’s nipple, swirling his tongue, and Phil moaned.

When Dan pulled back, there were tears in his eyes. Phil’s eyes widened, and he grabbed his shoulders.

“Baby, don’t cry, what’s wrong?”

Dan laughed, sniffing. “I’m so fucking stupid, Jesus. You let me complain about dysphoria, and bullying, and periods, and binder trouble while you were going through the same shit?”

Phil shrugged, grinning. “Kinda.”

“Wow. I am one whiny bitch.”

Phil laughed, pulling Dan closer by his lower back. “You’re my whiny bitch.”

“Now that’s just kinky.”

Phil chuckled, continuing to kiss at his neck, flipping them around so he was on top of his boyfriend.

“Thank you,” Dan breathed, intertwining their hands and smiling softly.

“What in the world are you thanking me for?”

Dan rolled his eyes. “For putting up with me.”

Phil took a shuddery breath, kissing Dan on the mouth, hard. “Baby, I think I wanna put up with you for the rest of my life.”

anonymous asked:

i have no opinion that your bruce is 10 but i am absolutely /scandalized/ that you're writing young-alfred as blonde. is that the moustache of a blonde man, i ask you?

NOT EVERYONE CAN BE BRUNETTES I NEED SOME VARIETY HERE

but also

rather than the more common B:TAS balding alfred i’m going for more of a

or a

or, you know, if we’re honest, just sort of generally a british man who managed to look very young well into his 40s

and if you then assume that stress and other factors all conspired to make his hair turn completely white then by his sixties he’s Officially Old and no one ever really looks much closer at him beyond Old Butler because why would they

but honestly by that point he’s Tired and he leans hard into being an old-ass old man and bruce in his late teens is baffled because ALFRED you’re not that old??? get some contacts and just for men or something oh my god alfred. but no, it’s too late. he’s gonna wear some little glasses and make his suits more and more old-fashioned and eat hard candies. he’s old now, leave him alone.

… but if he’s got real pale blonde hair it makes it easier for me to imagine he transitions pretty quick into just SNOWY WHITE, anderson cooper style. alfred pennyworth: no pepper, all salt.

anonymous asked:

CHALLENGE: post the most ''embarrassing'', ''self-indulgent'' thing you've made in the past moth! (that's not smut, if you're embarrassed about that!) (but it could be smut) (pleasebemucklespleasebemuckles)

HAHAHA OH MY GOD 

WELL OKAY I NEVER RUN SHORT OF EMBARRASSING SELF-INDULGENT STUFF.      SO.  I was thinking about Motorcity and Disney movies and I saw Atlantis on Hulu or Netflix or something and I was like……………………

………………………shit…………

I’m going to go lie on the floor how dare you make me do this GOD

Bones and Jim accidentally find out what makes Spock laugh. Like really, truly laugh.

when it happens, Spock’s eyes go wide and he emedently bends over and slaps his hands over his mouth and of corse Jim and Bones are worried, like, “omg are you ok?! whats wrong?!” and Spock doesn’t answer, just bends over more, his eyes crinkling up and now Bones is like “im gonna go get my stuff he’s dieing fuck u Spock for dieing right here right now i dont get payed enough for this shit” but as he’s leaving Spock’s sholders start shaking and jims like “please Bones do something! oh no whats wrong, what’s going on with our boyfriend?”

And then Spock starts making noises and theyre quiet and muffled and his sholders are really shaking now and his hands start trembling so he lowers them and its then that Bones and Jim can see he has this big smile on his face and he’s LUAGHING and he keeps trying to cover up his mouth again but he can’t he’s laughing to hard so instead he just holds his stomach and just laughs harder.

Jim of corse just lights up and is so happy like “LOOK AT THIS HIS SMILE IS SO PRETTY OH MY GOD” and then there’s Bones who’s all “shit he really is sick” but is only saying that because shit Spock’s cute when he laughs

As Long As You’re Mine

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Summary: Reader is taking the part of Elphaba in Wicked on Broadway alongside Aaron Tveit as Fiyero and Libby Servais as Glinda. Daveed is her boyfriend and gets jealous of the relationship that the reader and Aaron share on and off stage.

Note: Well,I’m back at it whether you like it or not. Thanks so much for the feedback on Lost in You. I pumped out this fic for y’all mostly based on the fact that I’m extreme trash for Wicked, Daveed, and Aaron so this was birthed from that. Thanks to those nearest and dearest to my heart, @strongenoughfoundation, @literallylin, and @linslovelylocks for listening to my rambles about my idea for this. I hope you all enjoy! As usual feedback is appreciated.


“Looking a little sick, aren’t you? It’s almost showtime!”

     Glancing in the mirror, all you saw was green. Your face, your neck, your hands. All green. And for a pretty good reason: you were finally going to be whom almost every actress longs to be: Elphaba Thropp, the leading lady in Wicked. You’ve been working for this role ever since you got the chance to see Idina originated the role back in ‘03.

    “Very funny, Lin. Truly. I haven’t heard that one before.” Lin Manuel Miranda. The man was a genius. The two of you met back in 2006 when you were fresh out of high school and he was working on Heights at an acting seminar in the city. You never lost contact and became fast friends despite the age difference. Eventually you befriended his wife Vanessa and the two of you meet every Saturday for a little shopping trip.

     “I’m just kidding, (Y/N). I’m proud of you. You’ve come all this way from that little 18 year old dreamer. Look how well you did in Hamilton.”

 Yes, it’s true. Everyone’s other dream: to be in the new hit musical. As a part of the original cast ensemble, you got to sing and dance onstage every night beside your closest friends. You and Jasmine became almost attached at the hip as soon as rehearsals began. When she and Anthony began dating, the two of you became close as well. Let’s not forget the most important relationship: You and Daveed. The two of you had been crushing on each other and flirting since the beginning. “If you don’t snatch him up soon, I will.” Jasmine used to tease you. “Jaz, you have a boyfriend!” You would reply. He finally gathered up the courage to ask you out last summer and the two of you have been going strong ever since. Even after almost a year, the two of you were still on cloud nine.

“C’mon Lin, don’t tease the poor girl. Can’t you seen she’s nervous?” Daveed said, walking into your dressing room with a smirk on his face.

“Baby, I’m not nervous. Just, well, okay maybe I am a bit nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be. Playing Elphie is an honor.” You replied shakingly.

“I have full confidence in you, (Y/N/N). You’re going to go out on that stage and kill it. Defy gravity. No pun intended.” Daveed affirmed, embracing you in his arms, careful not to smudge any green.

“I second that!” Lin piped in, “Or V and I wouldn’t have flown all the way from London to see you. You’re gonna do amazing out there.”

“(Y/N)! Get in your place. It’s almost time!. Good Luck!” the stagehand, Ralph, called from outside the door.

“Oh, God I think I’m going to be sick!” You cried, pacing back and forth running your hands along your face.

“Well, geez, you do look a little gree-” “Seriously, Lin?” “Sorry. Good luck, I know you’ll do amazing out there. Show em’ what you’re made of!” He said, running out of the room heading to his seat.

“Hey, Look at me.” Daveed said softly, grabbing your arm pulling you closer to him. Glancing up at him through your eyelashes, you began to listen to what he had to say.

“You’re going to get on that stage, give the best performance of your life, and make the audience go wild at the finale. You’ve worked so hard for this role and you deserve it without a doubt.” With the way he looked right into your eyes, you knew what he said was sincere.

“God dammit, D, you’re gonna make me cry. I can’t have this damn paint smudge!” You answered with a giggle.

“Well, you know me always making the ladies cry.” He winked at you, pointing with finger guns.

“Finger guns, really?” You said with crossed arms and a smile on your face.

“Oh come on you know you love em’!” Daveed said on his way out of the room. While he was walking out, another just happened to walk in.

“Aaron!” You exclaimed. Aaron Tveit. The man of everyone’s dreams. Tall build, blonde hair, gleaming eyes, and a killer smile. As the two of you began to talk, you didn’t notice the slight scowl on your boyfriends face as he left the room.

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