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Updates Thru 9 Months on Testosterone

Month 1:

  • Hot flashes and sweating increased
  • Fuzzier knees
  • Acne increase
  • Increased libido
  • Voice cracking
  • Hungry literally all the time
  • Mood swings
  • Oiler skin (especially my chest/back)
  • Clitorus growth (this was actually the first thing I noticed)

Month 2:

  • Leg mass/shape changing
  • Increase body hair (happy trail, side burns, eyebrows and chin) and coarser feel–week 8 was when I noticed my first chin hair!
  • Weight gain (approx. 8-10 pounds)
  • Arms getting bigger
  • Breasts getting smaller
  • Voice cracking more noticeably
  • Mood seemed to start leveling out around week 9
  • Face shape noticeably different

Month 3:

  • Voice became noticeably deeper but still cracked occasionally
  • Fuzzy facial hair increasing
  • Increased acne on back/arms/chest
  • Curves around hips lessening
  • Hair on thighs and knees getting thicker

Month 4:

  • Hair creeping onto hands and thicker on arms
  • Smell changing (body odor worse)
  • Finally seem to be settling into my voice
  • Shoulders broader (some shirts that used to fit became too small)
  • First month with no menstruation
  • Many of the same changes as the first 3 months continue to develop

Month 5:

  • Sideburns more noticeable
  • My eyebrows are absurd
  • Jaw line changing (a little soreness)
  • Shoulders and legs are sore
  • Facial hair coming in a little better, but still very patchy and blonde
  • Many of my shirts no longer fit my shoulders

Month 6:

  • Acne seems to be getting better
  • Voice started cracking again
  • First time I cut myself shaving!
  • Hair increasing everywhere, especially happy trail
  • My hands and feet grew, but not noticeably probably to anyone other than myself (I only noticed because I put on shoes I hadn’t worn for 6 months)

Month 7:

  • Need to shave more frequently
  • So much hair–upper thighs/butt and leg hair is now very thick and visible; arm hair is darker and thicker; hair on feet and hands filling in; eyebrows are out of control; nipple and pubic hair is thicker/denser and has spread
  • Somewhere around month 7 was also when I noticed that the hair on my head had a different texture/was thicker
  • Overall, around month 6/7 is when the changes started leveling off and were only noticeable in pictures

Month 8:

  • Veins in hands/feet more pronounced
  • Jaw line/face shape is VERY different
  • Facial hair still patchy, but growing back faster
  • I think my voice is finally okay

Month 9:

  • Thicker hair in general
  • Adam’s apple pretty noticeable (this actually started happening around month 6)
  • Acne on back/chest coming back?
  • Black hairs developing on upper back/shoulders

These are the updates in my journal from my first 9 months on testosterone. These things are different for everyone, but I thought a timeline might be a nice reference. I have some pictures/voice comparison videos on my transition tag as well. Overall, these first 9 months have been outstanding and I’m looking forward to doing my one year reflection post. Stay tuned and, as always, feel free to drop by my ask box if you have any questions!

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“Yeah…”

Tell me you see it

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You decide to take a photography class to help Peter out with some work endeavors. He takes the class with you. It goes much better than you expected.

This one works a little like ‘Have I told you?’ where the italicized bits are flash backs. Peter is older. (Also, I have no idea how pictures are processed in a dark room, so if you do, excuse my descriptions and hastily researched process.)

Just some good ol’ fashioned fluff.

Words: 3,160
Warnings:
None.

Originally posted by tomllholland



It hadn’t taken too much convincing from your friend to finally sign up for the Photography workshop your college was offering. Taking photographs had never really been much more than a hobby.

It was Peter who had a knack for it.

His passion for capturing the world had recently turned into a way to make money to help his Aunt out with a few bills; his pictures of Queens’ very own friendly neighborhood vigilante gracing the cover of the Bugle nearly every issue.

The quality of the photos were astounding and frankly a little unbelievable; the angles and perspective such that it was difficult to comprehend how someone could possibly be in the right place and time, every time, to even obtain images of such class. How did Peter get up there? What was Peter even doing hanging around that part of town? What kind of lens was Peter using to get so much detail?

Why was no one asking these questions?

It was obvious to you, but then you also had the advantage of knowing that Peter was in fact taking photos of himself. 

Easy to take pictures of Spider-man when you’re Spider-man.

Which was why it had been an easy decision to sign up for the class; you were going to start helping Peter with his photos before anyone had the opportunity to develop any suspicion.

He had then signed up with you.

Your first assignment had been to pick a partner and over the course of the next week, work on taking portraits. ‘I really want you to focus on the quality of light. How does light affect the subject matter and vice versa?’


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Lance’s impatient pup

It was just over seven months ago that Lance announced to Shiro and Keith that he was pregnant. When Lance had first found out himself that he was pregnant he was terrified. Terrified that his mates would be upset about having a pup during a war, terrified something would happen and the pup would be hurt, terrified that he wouldn’t be a good parent to his baby. Keith and Shiro noticed something was off with Lance immediately, the second their mate walked in the room head down, and face drawn together in thought, they knew something was up. Without looking up, Lance walked over to Keith and Shiro and nestled his way between them, pressing into them as close as he could get. They wrapped Lance in their arms while making soft comforting sounds deep in their chest that never failed to relax Lance, instantly turning him pliant in their arms. When Lance let out a deep relaxed sigh Shiro glanced up at Keith before pulling Lance closer to his chest. “Whats the matter kitten?” Shiro asked softly while Keith ran his fingers through his chocolate brown hair gently scratching at his scalp relaxing him further. Lance took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before sitting up and looking them both in the eye. “I need to tell you both something.” He said, cringing slightly as nervousness seeped into his voice.

Mustering up as much courage as he could he quickly blurted out, “I’m pregnant.”

Once the words were out of his mouth all his courage faded and he averted his eyes to the floor, unsure what his mates were going to say. He waited with baited breath for their reaction when two pairs of arms wrapped around him and gentle hands landed on his lower stomach. Lance let out a sigh and looked up at Keith and Shiro who’s eyes were wide with wonder and disbelief but most of all, unbridled joy.


After the announcement Shiro talked to the rest of the team and they all agreed it would be best to temporally take Lance off the team during his pregnancy, and after discussing it privately with Lance, Allura was given the temporary title of blue paladin. For the next few weeks Allura and Coran trained Lance in everything he needed to know about the castles defense controls and Lance had a new job in the castle control room with Coran during missions. Lance couldn’t be happier. His mates were happy, everyone was excited about the pup, and Lance got to stay on the team. About the only thing that changed was how much attention Lance wanted/got. During random times of the day Lance would show up out of nowhere and just crawl into his teams laps. It didn’t matter who it was to him, everyone was fair game when he wanted to be held and no one could ever deny him. He was a bit nervous the first time he crawled into Alluras lap but after she immediately pulled him closer and carded her fingers through his hair he started doing it without a second thought. Sometime the others would seek Lance out to sit with too. Having a pregnant omega on the castle relaxed them all and gave them a homey feeling, and they loved it. But Shiro and Keith were by far the most affectionate. Every day they would pull Lance close holding him tight, one hand always resting on his abdomen, rubbing over the skin and whispering only loud enough for them to hear. On days when this happened he would feel so relaxed and safe with mates, he would easily drift into a light sleep embraced by the warmth of Keith and Shiro, and each time they would refuse to leave Lance till he woke up again.

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They were answering a distress call from a small planet under attack from a galra fleet. Everyone was working hard to bring down the galra, working fluidly together, even Allura and Blue. When they first began working together Allura had a bit of a hard time convincing Blue that it was only temporary and that they were only protecting Lance and his pup, but when Lance scolded her for being rude to a princess she was more accepting. Coran and Lance were in the control room doing their best to defend the others while shooting down the galra ships, the two of them became a good team together but both agreed that it would be nice to have their original partners back. Even Allura confessed being a pilot of Voltron was more difficult then she thought it would be and vowed to be a bit easier on them, much to everyones relief.

They had just reached the climax of the battle when alarms sounded though out the control room. Coran drew his eyebrows together in confusion before he moved to check what it was. He gasped and immediately opened a channel to the rest of the team. “Paladins we have an emergency!” He shouted urgently. “Coran? What is it? Whats wrong?” Shiro asked, concern lacing his words. “The castle has been boarded! There are galra on the ship!” “I’ll take care of them” Lance said cutting in before Shiro could respond. “No! stay put Lance. You’re in no shape to be fighting. Coran lock the door to the control room and any surrounding doors. We’re almost done here so I’m sending Keith and Pidge to come help you, when we’re done out here we’ll come help too.” Lance opened his mouth to respond while Coran when to lock the doors but neither were able to complete their tasks when the doors opened and three large galra entered. “Hello members of Voltron.” the galra said, a sickening grin spreading across his face. Distantly Lance could here the rest of the team shouting at them, asking for answers but they were drowned out when Coran rushed to stand between Lance and the galra commander. The galra commander kept walking towards them and when Coran made to block him, the galra lifted his arm and hit Coran making him fall to the side and hit the wall. He fell to the floor unconscious and Lance called out to him turning to run to his side when the commander wrapped his large hand around lance’s arm, roughly digging his sharp claws into his skin and began dragging him out of the room. “No! Let go of me! Coran! Let me go!” Lance continued shouting and struggling as he was dragged through the castle until the commander pulled him up to his face and growled lowly. “Quiet human or I will kill the Altean filth and leave his body for you.” Lance paled but glared at the galra commander none the less. The galra continued dragging him through the halls until they came to the training deck, Lance drew his eyebrows in confusion until the commander roughly pushed him into the middle of the training deck and pressed his large hand down on a console and activated the invisible walls. “Now Earthling, while my soldiers take your ship you will tell me everything I need to know or I will kill the Altean.” The galra stopped than, looking at Lance intently and then seemingly lost in thought before a grin took over his face again. “No, If you don’t tell me what I want to know I will kill the child you carry. And once I have cut your child from you, then I will move on to kill the Altean. And just before you die from blood loss I will stick you in the Altean healing pods and heal you of your injuries and throw you back in a cell with the body of your child and the Altean.” Lance shuddered and took a step back away from the galra, instinctively wrapping his arms around his unborn pup.

Lance was panicking, frantically going through different possible outcomes and trying to think of someway to escape, when a radio crackled to life. He whipped his head up to look at the galra commander and saw the galra reaching for a small communicator. “What is it?” The commander growled anger and impatience apparent in his voice. “Commander, the fleet has been destroyed and the lions have returned to the castle.” Lance was listening intently to their conversation when he felt something dripping down his leg. He looked down to see what looked like water covering his inner legs, his face scrunched up in confusion before widening in shock.

He was having his pup now.

He quickly glanced back at the commander to see if he had noticed before discretely attempting to move so it wasn’t noticeable. Sitting down he tried calming himself down and slowing his breathing before the galra noticed. His mind was racing again, terrified for his pup that just couldn’t have waited just one more day, and wanting nothing more than to have Keith and Shiro here to help him. He realized too late that he started crying when tears had slipped down his cheeks, but as he was brushing the tears away he heard the commander, now closer then before, laugh lowly. “Little human scum, have you already accepted that your friends will be killed by my solders and there will be no rescue for you? I must say I thought you would have had more faith in your friends.” “No! You’re wrong! My friends are coming and they are going to kill you, and every other galra on this ship! You will never take the castle.” The galra commanders face screwed up in disgust before again slamming his hand down on the console, when he lifted his hand a gladiator bot fell from the ceiling landing across his impromptu prison. “I suggest you learn to hold your tongue earthling.” The commander spoke as he walked through the training room doors. Lance looked wide eyed at the gladiator as it made its way across the room, Lance struggled to his feet but in his pregnant state he wasn’t able to get up before the gladiator slammed into his side, throwing his against the invisible wall in the process. When Lance hit the ground he felt his first contraction rip through is body, rendering him unable to move as the gladiator walked up to him again. It wrapped its hand around his throat and threw him across the training room floor, Lance curled around himself and wrapped his hands around his stomach tightly. “Come one baby, just wait a little bit longer, I promise, please you just have to be patient for me.” He rubbed his hand over his pup while struggling to get to his feet. He stood up just in time to doge a hit from the gladiator and wobble over to the other side of the room. Just as he turned to find the gladiator another contraction ripped through him, this one worse than the last. Lance fell to his knees curling in on himself and crying out in pain, when he opened his eyes he saw the gladiator walking closer and braced himself for another painful hit. But it never came. The gladiator fell to a heap in front of him and he turned his head to the door, expecting to see Keith and Shiro rushing to his side but the galra commander stood there instead. The galra lowered the shields and began making his was toward Lance, when he was just feet away Lance let out a call for his alphas as a last resort option. The Galra sneered and reached down a wrapped is large hand around Lances throat. “Tell me how to move the castle or I will kill you.” He spoke angrily, impatience and desperation lacing his words, his hand tightening with each word he spoke.


Black spots were clouding his vision and the commanders voice was becoming distant when, suddenly all the pressure was gone and Lance was able to breath again. He blearily looked up to see the galra commander being beaten into the training deck floor by a seething Keith and Shiro. Lances head fell back to the floor when another contraction pulsed through him. He let out a pained whimper when it lasted longer then the first two, and curled on his side to try and ease the pain. When he felt hands on him and flinched, only to look up and see a concerned Shiro and Keith hovering over him, he chirped low in his chest glad to have his alphas here with with him. “Lance baby, whats wrong? What hurts?” Shiro asked as he and Keith checked him over for injuries. “The pup. It’s coming.” Lance choked out, exhaustion taking over him and making it hard to turn his head. He was suddenly lifted up into Shiro’s arms as Keith ran out of the room ahead of them. “Coran! He was-” “he’s fine” Shiro cut in, “he’s going to have a headache when he wakes up but Allura assured us he will be fine.” Shiro said as he rubbed small relaxing circles along Lances lower back. Lance slumped more fully into Shiro’s arms knowing everyone was safe, but tensed again as another contraction swept through him. Shiro moved his hand to card his fingers through Lances hair as he picked up the pace, finally arriving at the infirmary where Allura and Keith were preparing a bed for Lance. As soon as Lance was laid down in the bed, both Keith and Shiro were ushered out of the room by the princess, she only giving a stern look when the two alphas growled at her. They paced back and forth outside of the room impatiently, having to hold each other back when Lances cries made their way through the infirmary walls. Finally Allura reemerged from the infirmary smiling brightly at the two. “Go on then, go see him.” She said as she stepped to the side to let them in. Keith and Shiro rushed over to Lance laying in the bed, covered in sweat and exhaustion clear in his body but he was still smiling brightly. Lance looked up at them when they stopped by his side, “Keith, Shiro, say hello to our baby girl, and our baby boy.” Lance spoke silently as he looked back at the two beautiful pups in his arms. “Twins?” Keith asked wondrously. “Yeah, we have twins.” Lance said looking back up at his two perfect mates. “We have two beautiful perfect wonderful pups.” Lances eyes glassed over with tears of joy and Keith and Shiro simultaneously climbed into the small bed with Lance and pressed kisses to each side of his cheeks then moved to press kisses to both of their beautiful perfect wonderful pups.

anonymous asked:

Are you still accepting prompts? If so, foster/adopted Dex. Team/Nursey finding out.

Haha I’m going to be accepting prompts until the end of time, my ask box is literally always open :D

Parent’s Day at Samwell was usually the eye of the hurricane that was a college-aged hockey team living in near squalor. Things had gotten better since Bitty arrived and started keeping things straight around the Haus, but there were still beer bottles to pick up, beds to make, and a certain green couch to Febreeze the hell out of before any parents arrived who may not be accustomed to the smell of decaying fabric.

It was tradition that the d-men made the store runs and garbage trips during the cleanup prior to Parent’s Day (apparently Ransom had been the only member of SMH with a car way back when he was a freshman, and Nursey was the only one besides Jack or Shitty who could really afford to drop money on gas AND be trusted to drive the speed limit) so it was Dex and Nursey who were shaken awake at 4 AM by Bitty to go to the store because he “had just realized that they were entirely out of toilet paper, oh lord, how did I not catch this in time?” and parents would start arriving at 6.

Dex slid into the passenger seat and looked Nursey dead in the eyes and said he would actually, literally, physically die if they did not stop to get coffee. Nursey told him nowhere was open. Dex said he would rob a Starbucks. Nursey said he couldn’t bail Dex out on Parent’s Day, he’d be too busy, and Dex grumbled something as he buckled up and Nursey pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the nearest 24 hour Walmart. Dex looked out the window like the world’s saddest dog at every gas station they passed until Nursey finally stopped and got them some cheap, terrible coffee.

When they finally got to the Walmart, it was almost 5 in the morning. Dex was starting to perk up a bit, and Nursey was considering different toilet paper options. He told Dex to call Bitty and ask how fancy they needed to be. Nursey could hear Bitty yelling something about perfection and satin sheets and ten layer “Welcome to our Haus” cake and made a mental to note to buy Bitty tickets to Providence when this whole debacle was over; the kid was stressing himself to death, and the rest of the team wasn’t really making it any easier for him.

They checked out of Walmart with a dead eyed cashier who stared at Dex’s cup of coffee like she might murder Dex for it, and hurried back to the car just as the sun started to rise. As they made their way back to the Haus, Dex glanced at Nursey.

“Hey Nurse, you haven’t met my parents yet.”

Nursey looked at Dex, a little confused by the question. He looked nervous in the passenger seat, practically cradling the giant package of toilet paper.

“No, I guess I havent. Why? They serial killers or famous or something?”

Dex laughed sort of hollowly, looking out the window at the sunrise.

“No, it’s nothing like that. I just-ah, they don’t really seem like they’d be my parents, and I don’t want you to think I’ve been keeping something from you or anything.”

Nursey reached over to grab Dex’s hand from where he was holding the toilet paper and smiled at him.

“Listen, I don’t know what you mean, but I’m sure I’ll like them a lot, okay?”

Dex gulped and looked hesitantly at Nursey.

“Okay.”

Back at the Haus, they were still putting away toilet paper when the parents started to trickle through the door. Bitty and Chowder were on welcome duty since they were the most enthusiastic people on the team who wouldn’t start stripping. The rest of SMH was awkwardly standing around the Haus trying to look studious and like they didn’t hold semi-regular and quasi-legal Kegsters. Nursey and Dex were just coming down the stairs when Nursey heard a loud shout coming from the doorway. He barely had time to register the noise when the largest man Derek had ever seen came barreling towards them and picked up Dex like he was a kid instead of a 6 foot 1 hockey player. Another man was close on his heels, only a little shorter than the first, but no less enthusiastic.

Dex was laughing and struggling to get back to the floor as the first man held him up against his chest. They were both tall, bulky people, but the one holding Dex was slightly more tanklike, with bushy eyebrows and an out of control beard that would make a lumberjack jealous. The other man had a mustache that Nursey could already see was threatening Shitty’s, and an expression that seemed perpetually, genuinely cheerful.

Dex eventually stopped play fighting and threw his arms around the man after he was lowered to the ground.

“I missed you Dad. You should come down more often.”

Dex’s father laughed and ruffled Dex’s hair in the way Nursey knew that he only pretended to hate. The second man clapped him on the back, and Dex practically tackled him into a hug in response.

Nursey watched the three men laughing, and he smiled at how happy they seemed. Dex turned to him and gestured to his fathers.

“Derek, these are my dads!”

Nursey rolled his eyes and stepped forward to shake their hands.

“Yeah Dex, I put that together, what with the hugging and all. It’s really great to meet you.”

Dex grinned sheepishly and put an arm around Nursey, leaning in to quietly say,

“This is all okay with you, yeah?”

Nursey laughed, and brought Dex’s hand to his lips for a quick kiss.

“Yeah babe, surprisingly enough, I’m totally okay with this. I think I can bring myself to accept my gay boyfriend’s gay parents.”

From the hallway, Ransom and Holster watched, and then sighed in unison. Ransom gently rubbed his hand on the wall next to him, and turned to Holster.

“Yknow bro, sometimes I think this Haus might not let straight people inside.”

Holster looked at Ransom, and then out the door where Tango had whacked his head on the frame and hit the floor, then back at Ransom again.

“Yknow bro, I think you might have a really good point.”

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Jemma and AIDA/Madame Hydra confrontation. "Please let him go".

Wow, you guys don’t send me the fluffy prompts, do you?? But here you go! Excuse the hand-waving over how everyone gets out of the framework; I don’t do plot, y’all. **there’s no Fitz/AIDA kiss in this guys!!**

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For the first time since she’s arrived in this nightmare, hellscape of a world, Jemma truly feels out of options. Her only real hope is that Daisy has managed to get the others out and Yoyo and the rest of SHIELD’s available agents have gotten the message and are waiting on the other side.

But Jemma had refused to leave without Fitz, and now AIDA has ensured there would be no leaving for her at all.

“Please,” she hears herself beg. Her body isn’t technically real, just bits of programming, but she can feel the unbearable weight of her bones and the shattering of her heart all the same. After all she’s done to survive and reach this point, she is not above begging. “AIDA—”

AIDA’s head snaps towards her in a livid glare, and for the first time Jemma wonders if maybe this version of the LMD actually does have human emotions. How can something artificial look so angry and bitter? How can blood rush to fill her cheeks with color? How do her eyes glint with such steel?

“How dare you call me that? Do not ever call me that again,” she sneers and Jemma blinks rapidly in confusion.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” she offers. She feels sluggish, her mind worn down to the point of breaking. “What should I call you?”

AIDA—for Jemma can’t help thinking of her as AIDA, even if she doesn’t say it again—arches an eyebrow, once again in control. “Madame Hydra, out of respect.” She pauses and smiles and Jemma flinches because she knows everything AIDA does is calculated. She would not smile unless she meant to wound. “My name is Ophelia, but only Leopold is allowed to call me that.”

Ophelia, Jemma thinks, and can’t stop herself from imagining how the name must sound with Fitz’s tongue curled carefully around it.

“Madame Hydra,” Jemma finally continues when she has shoved this minor heartbreak down with all the others, “please. Please let him go.”

AIDA walks closer until she’s right in front of Jemma and runs a finger along her bruised cheek. Jemma looks up at her without breathing and remembers when she’d first seen her, it, how fascinated she’d been. How upset at Fitz for keeping the secret. She wonders now if he knows how completely she’d forgiven him, how wholly she will forgive him anything.

“Certainly,” AIDA murmurs, turning sharply and pressing a button on her desk.

Fitz enters a moment later, still in his designer suit, still walking like a stranger and not like the man she’d allowed to entwine his soul with hers.

“Madame,” he says with a deferential nod. His eyes rake over Jemma on the way to AIDA, and she’s crazy, she knows she’s being crazy but there is something there. After their eyes met on Radcliffe’s island amidst a storm of bullets, she had never been allowed near him again. Daisy’s theory was that AIDA feared their connection.

But if that truly was AIDA’s greatest fear, why allow this meeting now? Perhaps she’s finally secure enough in her victory, and if that’s the case Jemma’s wishful thinking is about to get her killed.

“Leopold,” AIDA practically purrs, and he steps closer to both of them. God, he’s so near. She could touch him, she could throw herself into his arms. She could beg.

She does nothing.

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Eyy,, i was going to color this,, but idk if i have the motivation to color all those jackets, 



✏️ HAHAHA WOW!!!

As always, I love how characteristic your style is and expressive the faces are!! AND GOSH, THAT SMOKE!! I’ve NEVER seen smoke drawn this way before and it’s SO neat!!! ✨💭✨

Now what on Earth is he intending with that egg… That’ll remain a mystery to me, but I enjoy his offer nonetheless.

AND THOSE EYEBROWS ARE OUT OF CONTROL, HAHAHA! GOSHHHH This whole doodle is such a gift! HAHAH!! 💯

There’s a Farkle Under Your Bed (Riarkle Future One-Shot)

Fandom: Girl Meets World

Pairing(s): Riarkle (Main), Corpanga

Characters: (Main) Riley Matthews, Farkle Minkus, and Cory Matthews, (Supporting) Topanga Lawerence-Matthews and Auggie Matthews

Rating: T for compromising positions and some shirtlessness…? Idk…the making out got a little out of hand, honestly. Lolz.

Description: It turns out Cory Matthews has been chasing the wrong boy out of his daughter’s bay window for years. But, the real threat is now clear… Or at least pretty clearly hiding under the girl’s bed.

Author’s Note: So, technically, this one-shot is a part of my canon future Riarkle one-shot collection. If you want, read the other pieces in that collection, if not… High school Riarkle is still always cute, am I right? Also, there isn’t any sex, but for real, this is an intense make out scene, so be aware because I don’t want to offend!


Riley felt absolutely lightheaded by the time her back connected with her mattress. Had she not already been utterly breathless, the landing might have knocked the air from her lungs.

Reaching up, she frantically pulled the boy hovering over her closer, drawing him in for another kiss between gasps for oxygen. Ironically, her radio, which she’d turned up to cover up any noises that might be made, played Into You by Ariana Grande at near full volume just as her boyfriend ducked his head to begin kissing a trail from her jaw to where her pulse beat erratically on her neck.

She shrieked before peeling into giggles as he nibbled that one spot that he knew damn well was ticklish.

Breaking from her skin to laugh, Farkle hushed her, “Quiet! Remember?”

Riley replied with only a whine, pulling his lips back up to her’s. Farkle smirked into the kiss but didn’t whisper any more orders, keeping his mouth busy with much more pleasurable activities.

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Imagine Living Like A King Someday

prompt: Phil is a boarding school student, and he has pretty much everything. His dad owns the school, he’s pretty popular, has the best room, gets all the best treatment – he’s the King. Dan is a cleaner/phil’s personal maid there, and he isn’t as lucky. Some students are assholes to Dan, including Phil at first.

[CHAPTER MASTERPOST]

I’ve made one of my new year’s resolutions to put this thing back onto some kind of updating schedule. I don’t know what it’s going to be yet or whether I’m going to stick to it, but I’ll give it a shot :)

Update: im so sorry I wrote that note on the 3rd of January it’s now the 24th and im a mess but ill still try my best hAha

warnings: smoking, mentions of violence

Twenty-Two

“Just like the old days, this is,” Freddie grins, gazing up at the sky. Clouds part every now and then, giving way to idle twinkles of light against the blackness. “Us lot, out here, hiding from the cameras. It’s almost as if this year hasn’t happened, isn’t it?”

Phil gulps, the taste of tobacco souring in his mouth a little. The idea of smoking to relieve his stress suddenly doesn’t seem so smart anymore.

“Except we’re missing someone, aren’t we?” Violet chimes in, feigning sickly innocence. “Where’s your best friend, Phil? Too bad he couldn’t join us.”

“He’s not my best friend,” Phil mutters bitterly.

“Must be a real bummer being cooped up inside on your own when everyone else is free, mustn’t it?” Freddie comments.

“Good,” Phil bites back. “The further he is away from me, the better.”

“Someone’s touchy,” Violet comments. “I never remembered you being so scathing, Phil.”

“I do,” Freddie comments. “You were probably thrilled when his tag got extended.”

“Yeah; it’s such a travesty my father actually gave him the punishment he deserved,” Phil puts his hand on his heart in mock-sorrow and fuck, why can’t he just keep his mouth shut?

“You’re saying it’s justified to give him a three month tag extension for something out of his control?” Freddie raises his eyebrows, huffing out a surprised breath. “Wow. I guess being a self-righteous wanker really does run in the family.”

“Look, if you’re here to lecture me on my gene pool, I want nothing to do with it,” Phil rolls his eyes.

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Wedding Series || Joe

Miscellaneous masterpost found here

Joe masterpost found here

Word count - 949

Summary - The one where Joe gets married.

(revised)

Joe was the last of the buttercream boys to get married. He stood in the wedding parties for all of his mates- was even the best man for Caspar (and Alfie when he and Zoe finally tied the knot). Every time he stood behind his mates as they recited their vows, he had to hide his jealousy behind a pearly white smile. Obviously, he was happy for the guys, but when one of them settled down, a little voice in the back of his head taunted him that he never would.

Then he found you. You were everything Joe ever wanted. You got his sense of humor and never took life too seriously. You always loved a night out but knew the perfect days to stay in and watch a film. You weren’t too clingy and understood when he just wanted a day with the boys. You were supportive of his YouTube channel and assured him that he was talented at what he did. You were beautiful, inside and out, and after a few years of dating, he knew he couldn’t imagine his life with anyone else.

The proposal was simple. It was nighttime on a Sunday- one of your favorite times of the week. You and Joe had a tradition where every Sunday you watched the sunset on your balcony. It was your way of starting your week off to a good start, knowing that a beautiful sunrise washed away the messes of the day before and promised a clean slate in the morning. Even on days when the sun was hidden behind clouds, you sat outside until all that was above you was a black sky, hopefully pin-pricked with glittering stars.

He asked you on one of those Sunday’s. The sun had set and he pulled the ring out from his pocket, giving you a beautiful speech about how there was no one better in the world for him and it was about time he was the groom in a wedding instead of a bloody groomsman.

And now, here you both were. You stood at the alter, hands grasping Joe’s. With your heels on, you were exactly Joe’s height. He made sure you didn’t buy shoes that would make you taller than he was. Your sister, your four best friends, and Zoe stood behind you, while the whole buttercream squad was behind Joe. Caspar was his best man. “Would the best man now present the rings?” the priest asked, eyeing Caspar. Excitedly, Caspar reached in his pocket, but instead of pulling out the rings, he pulled out a remote control. You raised an eyebrow and Joe just let out a breathy laugh and shook his head at his best friend.

Seconds later, a remote control race car zoomed down the center isle. Everyone in the church laughed, including you, the priest, and everyone in the wedding party. On top of the race car sat a small box holding both rings. “He insisted on doing it,” Joe whispered in your ear. “Said he wanted to help make the wedding one to remember.”

Once the car hit the stairs of the stage, Caspar jogged down and untied the box from the car. “I’ve done hundreds of weddings in my time,” the priest said to the congregation with a smile. “I can tell you I have never seen anything quite like this.” Everyone laughed as Caspar pulled out the rings and handed them to Joe. Joe chuckled and patted his best mate on the back.

“Thanks, buddy,” he said to him. Caspar nodded and flashed you both a smile before returning to his place behind Joe.

Joe’s hands were shaking as he placed the ring on your finger. You squeezed his hand tightly, making his bright eyes immediately meet yours. You could see the worry leave his eyes right then and there. In that exact moment, he knew everything from that second on would be okay- perfect even. He looked calm, like when he was looking at you, he was looking at home.

When you recited your vows and your fiance officially became your husband, you couldn’t help but laugh at the reaction his friends had. Caspar took the remote control for the race car back out of his pocket and began doing donuts on the alter floor while the others rushed to pat Joe on the back, nearly tackling him in a huddle. Before any of your bridesmaids could congratulate you, the whole buttercream squad pulled you into their group hug, jumping around and cheering wildly.

Joe took a step back, watching you talk to all of the boys. He noticed you kept twiddling with the ring on your finger and he subconsciously looked down at his. “You’ve done it,” Zoe said, suddenly appearing next to Joe. Joe laughed and shook his head.

“I still look at her and I can’t believe she said yes,” he said honestly.

“I never had a doubt in my mind that she was the one for you,” Zoe said. “I mean, look at her with your weirdo friends.” Joe once again looked at you. You were laughing at something Caspar and Josh had said, then snagged the remote control from Caspar and drove that little car around the church. “Other girls would’ve gone mad if Caspar had done that. (Y/N), she loved it. She loved it because she knew that loving you meant loving them, and she’s always been okay with that.”

Joe couldn’t help but smile a little wider, feeling his heart soar higher than it ever had before. He pulled Zoe in for a hug. “You did good, Joe,” she said. “I’m proud of you. You got me a good sister.”

Cross (3/?) - Avengers x (f)Reader x Justice Leauge

Originally posted by love-loki-laufeyson

Words: 1483
Pairing: Avengers x (f)Reader
Featuring: DC characters
Warnings: I honestly can’t remember I’m sorry
Requested: #no but when will I have Internet back
Authors Note: Im so happy you guys like this

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Masterlist.


Superman- Clark Kent
Batman- Bruce Wayne
Green Lantern- Hal Jordan
Martian Manhunter- J'onn J'onzz (John Jones?)
The Flash- Barry Allen
Green Arrow- Oliver Queen
Black Canary- Dinah (Laurel) Lance
Wonder Woman- Princess(?) Diana

“How did you manage…” Steve looked at the list.

“Vision decided to help.” You smiled and Steve cocked an eyebrow. “Okay, my powers went out of control again and Vision felt it. That Clark guy shot lasers out of his eyes to escape but Vision stopped him and they saw that we could beat them so I made them give their names.” You smiled.

“Good job, kid.”

“Did you get anything out of clown guy?” You asked.

“He goes by The Joker. And the girl is Harley Quinn.” Steve told you when he set the notebook down.

“I’ve never heard of any of these people.” You said. “It’s like they’re not even from here.”

“(Y/N)!” Bruce and Tony came running in. “You’ll never believe what we discovered!”

Keep reading

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“I swear, I’m getting better at controlling it.  I’ll be fine!”

“You’re not going, Liam.  You think you’re better at controlling the change but I’m not risking Hayden getting hurt because you have anger problems on full moons.”  You argued, looking over at Stiles to back you up.

“Remember last time you said that you could control it?”  Stiles pointed out, raising his eyebrows as Liam huffed and rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.  I need new parents.”

Smooth Operator

Summary: The reader attends Beacon Hills University and began working as a phone sex operator. It started off as a dare by a friend, but soon she began to enjoy it. She gets a call from someone who was very different from the others. He’s the only thing on her mind the next day, little did she know she would meet him person.

A/N: It didn’t feel right having the reader be a phone sex operator in high school, so everyone is in college now. And this is not my idea, I got it off of fanficy-prompts.tumblr.com . Also this is my first fic so some criticism would be nice. Thanks(:

    He stood in front of you, blocking the door of your bedroom. That bewitching smile of his and bright blue eyes were starting to awaken your most sinful desires. Here he was, just waiting to make a move.

“Are you sure about this?”, he asked as he sauntered over

      Of course you were, you just didn’t trust your voice at the moment, as your craving for him spiraled out of control. He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for a response.

“Y…yes. I’m sure”, your voice beginning to waiver

    He pulled you closer to him, his arousal evident as ever, pushed against your thigh. When you met his gaze, you suddenly realized how very close he was, so you closed the gap, pushing your lips onto his. Slowly he backs you into the wall and begins sliding his hands up, pulling up your shirt in the process. Your body begins to quiver at the contact of his hands on your skin. He quickly pulled your shirt over your head and did the same with your bra. His breath hitched, then he let out a groan.

    “You’re going to be the death of me”, he started nipping and sucking from your earlobe to your neck. His hand skimmed across your collarbone before he toyed with one nipple and sucked the other. Wriggling under his touch, you moved closer to rub against his arousal. He abruptly stopped, firmly holding your hips in place.

“No this is all about you. It always has been”, he said shyly

    Soon after your jeans and underwear received the same treatment as your shirt and bra. Almost immediately he was on his knees in front of you. His eyes grew darker as he ran the tip of his nose, then his tongue along your dripping center and hummed in approval. A cry of pleasure escaped your lips that didn’t even sound like you.

‘What is he doing to me?’

“Is this what you want?”, he asked so shyly again as he inched closer to your drenched core. You nodded in approval, but he pulled away.

“I’m sorry. I can’t hear you”, there was that grin again

“Yes. I want it”, you practically begged

He slowly moved forward and and let his tongue graze your clit. Your back arched and hips pushed forward wanting more. He firmly grabbed your hips and pushed in between your thighs. You shook and jerked trying to keep yourself under control. Moans began to escape your lips and only got louder and louder. You ran your fingers through his hair as his tongue continued to stroke across your most sensitive spot over and over.

He pushed your legs further apart only to slide two fingers in. Your body becoming more sensitive with his agonizing pattern continued relentlessly. There was a sensation beginning to ripple through you. He curved his fingers repeatedly hitting your g spot. You yelled out in pleasure.

“Say my name”, he said firmly, speeding up his fingers

Another moan escaped you as you said…

“(Y/N)! (Y/N), wake up!”, Finstock’s voice invaded my dream and I jolted, finally waking up.

“No sleeping in class (Y/L/N). You know that”, he said shaking his head

“Sorry Coach”, I mumbled even though I was lying. I desperately needed to sleep.

Everyone eventually stopped being nosey and turned away. After releasing a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I made an attempt to focus on taking notes. All I could think about was “Aaron”. That wasn’t his actual name, but his voice was stuck in my head. He didn’t sound like the others, who only cared for themselves. He was focused on me and what I wanted. That never happened. Maybe it was because he was younger than the other callers.

Aaron has never called before, yet his voice was very familiar. He was so shy and nervous, it was alluring, cute even. I wasn’t used to that.  It was obviously his first time calling so I had to walk him through it. After some uncertainty he asked, “But what do you want? Clearly they’re only worried for themselves, but I…I would give you everything you wanted”, his voice grew darker. Things are never supposed to get that personal, but he kept getting me to tell him the things I’ve fantasized about and he played along. Aaron was different. I actually enjoyed it.

The class was finally over and I snapped out of my trance, I trekked through the halls making my way to the cafeteria. My friend Mason stood by his classroom talking to another boy. I’ve never actually met him, but I knew he was a pretty great lacrosse player. Mason kept speaking to his friend, while I waited for him to finish.

“I can’t believe you asked me to try that”, his friend said, not seeming all too angered by it

“You seemed to enjoy it though. Will you do it again?”, Mason inquired

“Only if she picks up again”, there was something about his voice that seemed so familiar

“…(Y/N)? (Y/N)?”, Mason snapped his fingers in my face, “Earth to (Y/N)”

    I hadn’t realized I was staring his friend right in the face, his icy blue eyes. Quickly I turned to my friend, “Yes Mase?”

“This is my friend Liam. Liam this is (Y/N)”

“Hi. It’s nice to meet you”, maybe if I kept him talking I could place his voice

“You too”, he didn’t really look like much of a talker. No way he could have called in. Mason began to smirk before he said, “Why don’t you tell her about the fun you had last night with Rose”

    Rose is the cover I use when I answer the calls after midnight. There is no chance in Hell they could know. It could just be coincidence. “Shut up! You don’t have to tell everyone!”

“Dude you are the one that called in and practically fell in love. When’s the wedding Romeo?”, Mason teased, then doubled over in laughter. There’s no way.

    Liam looked embarrassed and very uncomfortable. Then it finally hit me, or I stopped denying it. There was no way it could a coincidence.

Oh God.

“Mason I swear if…”

“Aaron?’, I asked. My heart was beating a mile a minute. The baby blues he described before and the timid voice, how come I couldn’t figure this out sooner? His eyes grew wide in understanding. I knew everything.

“R…Rose?”, he questioned quietly. Mason stopped laughing long enough to look at the both of us.

“Oh. My. God! It’s…you’re Rose!”, he yelled. He turned to start digging through his backpack, obviously enjoying our discomfort, “Why didn’t you tell me!? I mean this is perfect. You can tell your kids the hilarious story of how you…guys?”

    Before he could finish Liam and I awkwardly made eye contact with each other and ran down the hall in opposite directions, blushing profusely.