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Request- Hi! Could u do a Bucky imagine where the reader is Tony’s daughter and she had a wet dream about Bucky and tells Wanda and Nat about it and the boys hear the conversation and Tony gets all protective and all? You can choose the final!!I love your blog btw♡ from @awesomebrokenangelworldus-blog

Bucky Barnes X Stark!Reader

Word Count: 1763

Warnings: There’s a wet dream! that’s pretty NSFW.

A/N: Hello! I’m sorry this took a while! I hope this is alright!! Please let me know :) xo 

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Acquainted

Reader X Peter Hale
Song inspo:
Acquainted by The Weeknd
Baby you’re no good
Cause they warned me ‘bout your type girl, I’ve been ducking left and right
Baby you’re no good
Think I fell for you, I fell for you, I fell for you

Originally posted by nudev


Peter smiled as you struggled to get the cereal on top of the fridge. He’d purposely placed it there knowing you couldn’t reach it. Even on your tippy toes, your fingertips only brushed the edge. “Trouble?” he took a sip of his tea and pretended reading the newspaper. You turned around and crossed your arms. Peter expected you to beg him to get the cereal but you had other ideas in mind.

Peter heard you come close to him but he did not anticipate what you were going to do next. He took a sip of his tea just as you moved the hand where he was holding the newspaper and straddled his lap. Peter was startled and began to stammer. You grabbed the cup from his hand and took a sip while maintaining eye contact. Then you set it on the table by shifting slightly, his member now sat underneath your clothed heat.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pouted. “Can you maybe get the cereal for me?” you batted your eyelashes as you spoke in a soft, sensual voice. Peter tried so hard not to harden while your sweet sex pressed into him. Getting impatient, you leaned into Peter and rested your lips on his neck, “please, Peter,” your tender lips and hot breath moving against the sensitive part of his neck forced him to drop the newspaper and gently hook his fingers into the thin fabric of your shorts. It was an effort to relieve the pressure of you on his semi-hard bulge. “Okay,” Peter strained to keep his composure. He couldn’t let you believe you had won even though it was true.

Peter grabbed the cereal box with ease and handed it to you. You grabbed the bowl on the table and pushed it towards him. Peter sighed as he poured you your cereal then the milk. You took a spoonful and moaned loudly while rolling your eyes to the back of your head. “This is so good, thank you, Peter.” Peter nodded and left to his bathroom. He gripped the sink as his claws stretched themselves. His eyes turned blue and his semi-hard bulge was now fully erect and straining to be free. Derek warned Peter that you were cunning and we’re more dangerous than anything they’d come across. He didn’t take it to heart, he got close, close enough.

You got me puttin’ time in, time in
Nobody got me feeling this way
You probably think I’m lying, lying
I’m used to bitches comin’ right 'way

“I’ll be bait”
Everyone looked at you. The pack was having a meeting on how to destroy a rogue wendigo or at least stop him. Scott wasn’t about to protest because you were trained as a child for this. Better than Chris and Allison combined. Peter, on the other hand, objected.
“Sure, let’s all throw you in the lion’s den and pray that you’re as lucky as Daniel was.”
“Do you have a problem with me being bait?”
“No,  I just made that reference because I wasn’t getting enough attention, yes I have a problem with you being bait”
“Peter, Y/N is qualified for things like this, she can handle herself,” Derek cut in.
“For werewolves and buck, yes, but this is a wendigo we’re talking about. It could kill her before she has time to escape, or leave her seriously injured”
“Then we’ll raise it to a vote. Who thinks Y/N should be bait?”
Everyone except Stiles, Lydia, and Peter raised their hands. Peter scoffed.
“That settles it, Y/N is bait. We leave at sundown.”

In the car, Peter grumbled to himself about the whole plan. You turned to him and gave him a smile, “Peter.” He turned away to look out the window. “Do you like me?” Peter shook his head no. “I think you do.” Peter looked at her with strict solid eyes, “you can’t heal. If he attacks you, it’s over, that’s why I wanted someone else to do it.” You leaned across the seat and placed a sweet, warm kiss on his cheek. “Then save me.” With that, you walked out of the car and headed inside the building.

Isaac held your hand and you watched his veins turn black your pain subsiding. It had been an ambush. Four wendigoes were waiting for fresh blood. The pack was sure of two of them max. The pack had been fighting them off while Isaac popped your dislocated shoulder and mended your cut just the way he saw Deaton do at the clinic. You tried to get up and get back on the fight but Isaac stopped you. “You’re hurt, let them handle it.”

Peter crawled on all fours then lunged at one of the Wendigoes who attacked you. He was seething with blind rage. Scott and the others were too busy to pay attention until it was too late. “No!” Scott yelled. Peter stood above the creature and without a second thought, he brought his claws across its throat. Peter looked back and shrugged his arms, “oops.”

Peter carried you into the loft and laid you down on your bed. He checked your bandage and gave you water to drink. He’d never felt so protective over anyone the way he did tonight. Once he heard you cry out, he hopped out the car and dashed your way. Peter wanted to take care of you but he let Isaac do it so he could kill the Wendigo. He kissed your forehead and let you drift off to sleep. She was just a girl. What made her so different?

You got me touchin’ on your body
You got me touchin’ on your body
To say that we’re in love is dangerous
But girl I’m so glad we’re acquainted

Peter banged on your bedroom door. Tonight was a dance at the school and your date was waiting downstairs. The kid was nervous so he tried to hold a conversation. “I like the place, it’s very cozy looking” Peter cut his sandwich in half then went to pour himself a drink. “So are you like Y/N’s guardian?” Put the drink away and returned to his plate. “I’ll have her home early and I’m going to take good care of her.” Peter sighed and went upstairs. “Y/N hurry up!” You threw on earrings and looked for the shoes, “Just a minute!”

Not wanting to go downstairs, Peter leaned against the wall, across from your room. The door clicked and you slowly opened the door to reveal your outfit. “Does this look okay?” Peter drank in the sight of you and nearly passed out.

Your hair brought out the glow of your skin, the cutout bandage dress exaggerated your curves, the heels defined the shape of your legs, you appeared as a deity hiding amongst humans. Peter could feel his heart pump blood at an extreme rate. “Peter? You’re making me nervous, say something,” he awoke from his trance and held your hand, guiding you downstairs. “Something,” you swatted his arm and smiled.

The tool waiting downstairs nearly dropped his phone when he saw you. He hung up on whoever he was talking to and took your hand, Peter let go so you could leave. Peter clutched the boy’s shoulder hard enough for him to cry out, “If you hurt, ditch, or make her uncomfortable, I will beat you bloody, understand?” The boy furiously shook his yes. Peter let go and patted him on the back a little too hard, “great!”

The car was perched up on the hill, an overview of the city. The radio softly sung all night by Beyoncé while JC kissed your neck. He was handsome, occasionally worked out so he was toned but also built, a gorgeous smile and his hazel green eyes blended with his tan skin.  JC was a sweet kid but you just weren’t feeling anything. Truthfully be told, kids your age could never satisfy you because they were still growing, still trying to figure out what to do.

“Can we go to the dance?” JC pulled back to meet your eyes. “Am I doing something wrong?” His voice was so unsure. He didn’t want to disappoint you. You lifted his chin with two fingers and smiled, “No, I just want to dance with you. I don’t want to do” You pointed around the scene, “this.” JC nodded his head then laughed. “You’re teasing, right?” You furrowed a brow. “You wear this sexy ass dress and you’re telling me you don’t want to have sex? You almost got me, Y/N.” JC ran his hand up your thigh and attached his lips to your neck. You grabbed the back his head, collected a fistful of his hair then brought his forehead down to meet the steering wheel. JC howled in pain, you opened his door and kicked him out.

Peter laid his legs out onto the coffee table as he watched another episode of his favorite show. The loft was quiet without you. That’s how Peter had enjoyed it before but ever since Derek let you, an orphan slash refugee, into the loft, he’d become accustomed to your frequent singing and dancing, popping out of corners, joining him to watch TV uninvited, and sleeping on his bed whenever you felt like it. He wasn’t going to say he was in love. That would be most unfortunate and inconvenient for the both of them. Instead, they were two people who enjoyed the partial company of another.

You walked through the door, dropping your heels behind the couch. You plopped down next to Peter and rested your head against his shoulder even though he’d ask her times before, not to do that. “How’d it go?” Peter took a sip of his beer and tried to focus on the TV. “Why don’t you smell me and find out?” Peter sniffed the air to catch scents of jasmine musk, Victoria Secret, and that fuckboy from earlier. “Gross,” you got up from the couch and made your way to the shower, removed your jewelry, took a quick lather and rinse, filled the bath with lavender water, a couple of flower petals, and a dash of vanilla. The water had a pretty purple color as you sank into it.

“Peter… Please come here,” you waited for him to arrive. Peter crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway. “I hear baths are disgusting, just sitting in your own filth.” You sat up and smiled, “baths naturally detox the body from stress and instill peace in the mind.” Peter rolled his eyes and walked in a little further, “What did you want?” You pointed at a stool nearby and some oil. “Please touch me, I need to relax,” Peter’s cock twitched in response to you asking him to touch you, but understood you meant massage your neck and shoulders.

Without usual protest, Peter pulled up the stool and settled behind you. He instructed you to tie your hair up before he got to work. He began to rub his hands on your shoulders, dipping into the base of your neck and rolling over your collarbones. You sighed in appreciation to let Peter know he was doing good. He applied slight pressure, unintentionally warming up the oil. The warm sensation made you sensitive to his rough but soothing touch. You rolled your head back when he got to your neck, eyes closed, a look of pleasure spread across your face. Peter tried so hard to keep his claws in so the wolf wouldn’t take over and make him do something that he’ll probably regret afterward. You opened your eyes to meet with Peter’s, and with a husky voice, you whispered, “harder.” Peter mustered all his strength to keep himself from wolfing out but you made it so difficult. Instead, he did what he does best and evaded the situation, “sorry, you’ve officially gone overtime. If you want more, you’ll have to pay the lump sum.” Peter got up and left the bathroom, leaving you in an aroused state. Big mistake.

I got you touchin’ on your body
I got you touchin’ on your body
I know I’d rather be complacent
But girl I’m so glad we’re acquainted

Peter laid in bed horny and frustrated. He had to be strong. He was an alpha and he couldn’t let you push him down a few pegs. A knock fell at his door and he groaned. “Y/N, goodnight,” a pause then another knock. “Y/N, please?” You opened his door and walked in. Peter wanted to be angry but was too enticed to be. You wore a thin robe that clung to your body. It moved with you as you walked. “Y/N…What are you doing?” Your ponytail was strategically placed as you bit the tip of your index finger and swayed gently. “I’m ready for my next session,” you dropped your robe and revealed your naked body to Peter. His breath hitched and he closed his eyes to prevent you from seeing his ominous blue eyes. “I’m willing to pay in full and up-front,” you crawled on the bed in front of Peter, you widened your knees and dropped a hand to play with yourself. As soon as your fingers brushed your clit, you let out a satisfied hum. Your other hand massaged a breast, nipples in-between your fingers. Peter’s breathing grew heavy as he could get a whiff of your tempting wetness not too far from his nose, and the sounds of your self-pleasure were driving him over the edge. His eyes fluttered open when your moans became louder. The beautiful sight of your head thrown back, your fingers disappeared in your treasured garden and a hand on your breast broke him.

Peter dove for your neck. He licked, sucked, and bit you until you were begging him to take you however he pleased. You removed your hands from their place and explored his body. This prompted Peter to move forward. He tore off his shirt and forced you to lie down. His head immediately disappeared between your legs. You bundled up the sheets as you tried to breathe. Peter’s tongue worked artfully as if he was painting a masterpiece inside of your sensitive sex. “Peter…” Your cries threw him into a lustful manic state. He shoved two fingers inside you, pumping until your body shook with an orgasm so good, Peter could feel the vibrations at his fingertips.

By now, the room increased in temperature. You pushed Peter down and pulled off his belt. He was so impatient that he helped you take off the jeans that was binding his solid erection. You tugged down the waistband of his boxers and watched as his member slapped against his stomach. Peter sighed at his newfound freedom. You grasped the base of his cock and licked a line up his shaft. When you gathered enough moistness, you slid him into your mouth. Peter groaned and involuntarily bucked into your mouth, “shit, Y/N.” His cursing became constant as you bobbed up and down, then swirled your tongue in ways no one ever has. For the first time in his life, his engorged sex violently twitched, enlisting him to shoot powerful shots of cum into your mouth without an obvious forewarning. Peter growled at the sudden intrusion.

The wolf was released. It practically snatched you up and pinned you underneath it. It’s claws poked your thigh as it pushed one leg back and rammed itself into you. You screamed in pain while it ravished you beyond any fantasy you’ve ever had. This punishment soon gave you pleasure, feeling his thick length, run up and down your walls. Peter struggled to gain control but the wolf knew what it was doing. It allowed Peter to go deeper than he’d been and harder than he could. The wolf amped up the pleasure by hooking both of your legs onto his shoulders. This position allowed it to probe your g-spot while it brought a thumb to your clit. Immediately, you came around him, overwhelmed by the stimulation.

The constant contractions of your walls as you orgasmed, induced Peter to moan. “You feel so good, baby…if you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to cum…oh fuck.” Peter’s thrusts grew hungry, you could feel your stomach twist into knots as another orgasm approached. His grunts were animalistic, his skin grew hot, just like before, his body contorted strangely. Peter wrapped a clawed hand around your neck, poking into your skin, threatening to slash it open with a flick of a wrist. “Peter…” Your back arched at the same time Peter’s cock twitched. The two of you moaned, yours being hoarse and raw, his unearthly, as you both ripped through an exhilarating, breath-taking release. His hot seed burned you with a desire that you could never feel with anyone else.  The room began to spin as you both collapsed into each other.

Baby you’re no good
But really if I could
I’d forget about you, 'get about you, 'get about you

Peter pried his eyes open, feeling a warm glow on his eyelids. The sun shone in the room through a crack in his blinds. He turned away from the light, in hopes of seeing your face. He was disappointed. Peter felt like his body was buried in cement as he walked towards his shower. All cleaned up but still sore, Peter went downstairs. You were sipping a cup of coffee while reading a book. “Alert the media, we’ve got a reading millennial over here!” You looked up from the book and chuckled. “That was some night, wasn’t it?” You cocked a brow and closed the book. “Peter, we passed out for three days.” Peter choked on the coffee he had just sipped. “Three days?!” “We’re lucky Derek was out of town for the weekend, otherwise, we’d be in deep, deep shit.” Peter had never passed out from sex ever in his life. Sure he’d blackout but this was new.

He sat down in awe of this fact. He was so distracted he didn’t notice you get up from your chair and move towards him until you straddled his lap like you did last week. “Care to share what you’re doing?” You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, “we never kissed, I’m curious to see how you–” Peter beat you to it by entrapping your top lip in between his. You melted into the kiss, parting them to welcome him to a dance with your tongue. Preferring to keep the kiss intimate and sensual, you pulled away before he could continue any further. You hopped off his lap and picked up your bag. On your way out, you gave Peter a wink. This wasn’t love, Peter tried to convince himself.

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No Matter What (Part 1)

Prompt: Imagine you’re an Avenger and you meet Bucky for the first time during Civil War

Word Count: 1861

Warning: Language, fighting, violence, angst

Notes: This will follow Cap America: Civil War…. Thanks to my beta @like-a-bag-of-potatoes

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“Alright. What do you see?” you heard Steve’s voice in your ear.

Steve Rogers, your absolute best friend in the world. Or maybe he was more like a dad? You weren’t sure of your relationship really. All you knew is you owed him your life when he saved you from being gunned down in the streets of Germany. You had a special ability, one that some people didn’t seem to like. You could manifest objects, things, weapons. They came in a light blue, electric looking form around you. The only thing about it was that the object had to be touching you at all times. You couldn’t form a gun and shoot bullets, form a bow and shoot arrows, or form a glider for someone else to jump on.

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For the past week Peter had been much more snarky than usual.  At first you had found it comical, enjoying his snappy responses and his sarcastic comments.  But that was when they had been directed at everyone else.  He had never been that way with you.  Recently that had changed, and the more annoyed he seemed at you the snarkier he got and the less funny it was.

“What crawled up your ass and died?”  You finally confronted him, annoyance seeping into your tone.  Peter didn’t even glance up from the newspaper he was reading, pretending like he hadn’t heard you as he carefully turned the page and scanned it for an interesting article.  “Peter!”  Grabbing for the newspaper it wrinkled and ripped loudly as you pulled it from his hands.

Glancing angrily up at you Peter rose to his feet, shoulders rolling back as he stood.  “Why don’t you ask your best friend, Derek?”  He asked, brushing past your shoulder and stomping his way up the spiral staircase towards his room like a toddler.

Flabbergasted, you stood where you had been with the newspaper balled in your hand.  “You’re being an ass because you’re jealous?!  Seriously?”  You yelled.  The only answer you got was the slam of Peter’s bedroom door as he closed it loudly behind himself.

No Control | Chapter Six

Summary:

Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

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SIX

The subway lets out right in front of NYU, so Trev parts ways with us, calling for us to have a nice day. Paul trails behind us by about ten yards, trying his best to not look like a bodyguard in his blue button down and khakis. The weather is the best it’s been so far, even though it’s mid-August, and there’s a slight breeze to keep the sun from being too intense. Harry keeps ahold of my hand as we walk down the sidewalk the few blocks to McNally’s. No one even gives us a second glance, which Harry comments on with a content smile. 

“McNally’s is a book shop?” Harry asks when we finally come up on the storefront. There’s no one really in there at this time of day, thankfully, and the street is fairly empty, as well. Apparently people have better things to do on a summer day than go to a book store in Lower Manhattan.

“Yeah, and a cafe. It’s my favourite.” He holds the door open for me as we walk in, sliding his hand to my lower back. “Do you want coffee or tea or anything?”

“They got breakfast tea?”

I confirm that they do, and Harry offers to grab us a table while I order. One of my favourite baristas, Rob, is working today, and he greets me with a smile when I step up to the counter.  

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Dom Jack Kelly

requested by the wonderful @diamond-anon

this is NSFW read at your own discretion

  • It all started from one little (major) fight. You had been seeing the infamous Jack Kelly for a few months now, yet very few knew of that information. This was due to the fact Jack didn’t want his boss or hardcore exterior being crumpled by the fact he was madly in love with you. And at first you didn’t think much of it, until it became a real problem.\

  • It was evening time and Jack promised that after he sold his last paper that you two would go on a little date; either going on a walk or going dancing at a little club near by. But Jack still hadn’t sold his last paper which was crazy due to the amount of people who had passed both of you. You were tired of standing around waiting for Jack, so you took a seat on the bench a few feet away.

  • And after you sat down, a young lady close in age to you strolled up to Jack, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips. From your observations, the girl would mean trouble for you “Hello handsome, what’s the headline?” Jack smiled at her “Local newsboy meets the prettiest girl in the world” and then he winked. He winked at the girl. You knew Jack was trying to sell his last paper but time dragged on as they kept on talking and flirting and it totally frustrated you because Jack did nothing to stop the girl who was basically feeling up Jack at this point 

  • That’s when the idea came to you; if Jack can play around with other while you were present, then you could do the same to him. So when a good-looking young man turned the block and started walking your direction, you made your plan of attack. You pretended to read the newspaper Jack gave you and waited till the man came close enough. And when he had fallen into your trap, you abruptly stood up, causing both you and the man to trip. However, he stood his ground and caught you in his arms.

  • “Oh, I am so sorry, mister,” you acted like you were flustered and stood up, brushing off your dress, “I didn’t even see you in front of me!” “it’s quite alright,miss. Besides, I didn’t mind catching such a pretty lady in my arms,” he attempted to woe you and the best part was, you could feel Jack’s eyes on you the entire time. “Oh, well thank you!” you giggled and tried to keep a conversation flowing until you felt a hand on your waist.

  • “Excuse us, but I have got to be gettin’ my girl home. Thanks for keeping an eye on her,” Jack spoke with fake appreciation to cover the fact he was totally pissed off from the little stunt you pulled. And before the young man could respond, Jack had dragged you away and into an alley.

  • “Pardon me, Jack, but I was still talking to him” 

  • “Don’t bullshit me (Y/N). I saw everything,” he spoke roughly as he pinned you between his arms and the wall behind you, “what wrong with you?”

  • “Did you seriously just ask me that? You- No, I don’t have to answer to you for my actions. It’s not like we’re an item or anything. No we are just toys for each other to play around with, right, Jack?” venom dripped from your words of you started to make your escape from him.

  • “Well, what has gotten into you? And who the hell do you think you are talking to me like that?!”

  • “I will talk to you in any tone I’d like to, Jack Kelly, you don’t own me!” you grit through your teeth. The tension between the both of you was out of control.

  • Upon your attempt to walk away from her, he grabbed onto your wrist and pulled you back to him. He pinned your wrists above your head while his hips kept you flush against the wall, “on the contrary, sweetheart, you do belong to me. Because I know everything about you. From the way you love the sunrise, to your fears, and what makes you tick. I know every inch of your body yet you say that we’re just fooling around with each other. Ha! That is where you are very wrong. I am crazy about you and I know you are just as crazy about me. But now I’m gonna have to take you back to my penthouse, and remind you how you are my girl.” 

  • •Soon enough Jack had dragged you back to the lodging house. The walk was silent and you were wondering what he had in store. You really didn’t want to fight with him because it would most likely end with you crying. However, as soon as your entered the lodge he pulled you into a room, checking it had a bed, and locking the door behind you.

  •  •"Listen, Jack, I’m not in the mood to arg-“ suddenly he cut you off by pushing you against the wall and kissing you roughly. Once he pulled away, he huskily whispered in your ear, “we’re not gonna argue, but I’m gonna teach you a lesson that you won’t forget” he pressed his lips against yours again and started to undo the buttons of his shirt. You helped him out by riding him of his vest and suspenders.

  •  •His hands made quick work of pulling down your skirt and resting his hands on your hips. He pressed his hips against, earning a soft moan from you. The feeling of his clothed, hard cock pressed against your inner thigh. “Oh babydoll, I bet you’re all nice and wet for me already. Aren’t ya?” he’d speak softly, pulling at the waist line of your panties. Yet instead of pulling them off he began to unbutton your blouse, tossing it across the room. “go hop on the bed for your boss now”

  • You followed his orders and took a position on the edge. He crawled onto the bed behind you and tied something over your eyes to blind you from what he was planning. Then you felt him press soft kiss to your shoulder as he unclasped your bra “you are not to the cover off understand?” When you didn’t respond, you felt him pinch one of your hard nipples “I asked if you understood” he growled, you nodded in response.
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  • his hands ghosted over you, each touch lighter than the last. The fact that you were blinded from what Jack was doing had you on edge alone. Your whole body was more sensitive now. “Get on you hands and knees, baby” you obeyed and just moment later you felt him smack, grab, and knead at your ass, all while he pressed his hard against your clothed cunt. The sensation made you gasp which only made he smirk, “does the boss’ girl like when I do that?” He smacked your ass harsh enough to leave a reed mark “Y-yes, boss” “awe what a good little slut.”

  • Jack then tugged down you underwear, leaving you vulnerable and he spanked you two more times. “Baby girl, I can just see how wet you are for boss’ cock, are you this wet for me?” he ran a finger up your slit before circling your clit a few times “you don’t even have to answer because I know i’m the only one who can make you this wet.”

  • You felt the bed become lighter as he stood to remove the bottom half of his clothing before resuming his last position. Now his cock was brushing the lips of your cunt ever so nicely to the point you stifled a moan, “Don’t hold back your moans, babygirl. I want all of New York City to know who your boss is! who’s your boss?”

  • And suddenly he rammed into you giving you only mere seconds to adjust before he began to pick up his. The bed shook, head board banging against the wall as you cried out , “jack! fuck…mm, boss” He filled you up so well and your thighs shook with each thrust of his hips. Then suddenly, he reached down and frantically rubbed at your clit and all the please became too much

  • within 30 seconds your were cumming around Jack’s cock as he reached his own release. both of you flopped onto the bed and jack finally removed whatever was blinding your vision.

  • “This might be a bad time. But you know, I’ve been thinking… Would you like to officially be my girl?” He asked rather shyly for someone who just totally dominated you. And of course you said yes :)
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Hey, hey, sinner~ Can I puh-lease have a scenario for "I saw that. You just checked me out" with Midoriya? Like I need it for my soul.

(More Info.) Fem s/o is trying on dresses with Izuku and he gets caught checking her out in the mirror. She teases him because she sees he’s hard. Then something nsfw


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imagine rami malek sitting on a park bench pretending to read the newspaper, but really he’s just peering over the edge of the paper at the dog wedding happening in the field in front of him. as the yorkie is declared married to the pug, rami tries to hide his sobs behind the newspaper. several wedding-goers near rami look over at him

Joker Game Novel Translations: Book 1, Chapter 3 [Robinson], Part 1/6

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Seconds (Drabble Challenge)

Originally posted by veriloquentmind

High Spirits AU

35. “If you die, I’m going to kill you.” + Junmyeon

He watched her carefully as she walked, the wind blowing like a gale and making quick work of making a mess of the hairstyle she had spent all morning working on. He walked a few paces back from her, like he always did, unseen and unheard. He smiled when she hurried to unlock the tiny corner coffee shop, the first droplets starting to fall as she dashed inside.

Junmyeon, impermeable to the weather, stayed outside, mindfully keeping his graceful being folded neatly around himself. He couldn’t help but squirm when someone walked through him, but still, he kept his patience, waiting for his favourite part of the day.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: “I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.” Characters: MC and your choice

“I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.” with either of the choi bois?

I decided to put these two together since I probably would’ve chosen Seven anyways (he will always and forever be my fav boy)

I hope you enjoy!!

(BTW THE ASK BOX IS STILL OPEN!!)

~Admin MP

It was perfect. Jumin was out of town on a business trip. Seven was in a maid costume and had disabled all of Jumin’s cameras. Not to mention Jumin’s security trusted MC completely. 

That was their first mistake.

Trying not to giggle, the two of them got into Jumin’s penthouse, the laughter erupting as soon as they got into the kitchen.

“Oh man, they had no idea!” Seven wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. The long red wig was immediately discarded on the counter.

“I know! It was almost too perfect,” MC agreed, grinning. Then they saw Elizabeth the 3rd and immediately fell to the ground, coaxing the fluffy white cat over to them.

“Aww, she’s so precious! If I had a daughter, I’d want her to be just like Elly,” MC cooed, scratching the feline under her chin.

“Then let’s pretend like Elly is our child!” Seven crowed suddenly, eyes lighting up with the idea. “I can be the mom/maid and you can be the dad!” 

It was so brilliant that a startled bark of laughter escaped MC’s lips, startling Elly a bit. 

“Oh, hell yes!”

A few minutes later found Seven making “lunch” for Elly, which was basically just Seven combining three different types of her wet food into one lump. MC was sitting at the kitchen table, pretending to read the newspaper. 

“Stocks are lowering,” grumbled MC, shaking their head in mock disappointment. 

“Here you go, Elly, our sweet daughter! Lunch is served!” Seven set the bowl on the ground and Elly pounced on it, scarfing down the food. 

“What about you, dear? What would you like?” Seven turned towards MC, batting his eyelashes exaggeratedly. Although it was meant to be silly, MC’s heart couldn’t help skipping a beat at the endearment. Their crush was ridiculous.

“Some caviar would be wonderful, sweetheart,” they replied instead, clearing their throat and blushing a bit. Even Seven’s cheeks looked a bit pink.

There was a few more minutes of silence as Seven got together whatever MC’s “lunch” was. It turned out Jumin had no caviar, so it was just some yogurt and granola he had found in the very back of the cabinet. 

“Here’s your caviar,” he said, leaning down to place it on the table. When he did, the two got so close that MC could count all the faint freckles on his nose. And see just how red his plump lips were. 

“Thanks, babe,” MC whispered, unable to tear their eyes from his lips. Instead of responding, Seven closed the distance between them and pressed their mouths together. Although it came as a surprise, MC’s lips instantly parted, welcoming the presence of SEven’s tongue, and then–

He was pulling back.

There was an awkward silence as the two stared at the table where the sad yogurt and granola sat.

“ I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately,” Seven mumbled suddenly. Reaching out, MC took his hand and grinned.

“You can do it again if you want…just as long as we’re not playing house,” MC said. Seven gaped, but a smile quickly overtook his face, and he leaned back in for another kiss.

Elly meowed happily.

Adam Milligan- Hallucinations

Title: Hallucinations

Pairings: Adam Milligan x Winchester sister

Word count:1152

Summary: Imagine being Sam and Dean’s little sister (and Adam’s half sister) that suffers with hallucinations. The brothers tie up Adam in Bobby’s house to stop him from saying yes to the angels and find out that Adam is the only one who can help stop your hallucinations. 

Today had been the weirdest day of your life.

You had hunted demons, taken on what you couldn’t even imagine and so on…but this?

Tying your half brother to Bobby’s chair so he doesn’t agree to let angels possess him and try to start the apocalypse… little weird.

You and Bobby were in his back room, waiting for Sam and Dean to give you the all clear but Dean didn’t trust Adam so he was currently hand cuffing him to Bobby’s chair.

You had only met Adam once but turns out it wasn’t Adam…yeah, another weird story for another day. Adam knew who you all were but he wasn’t that phased, maybe because you tied him up.

Sam, Dean and Bobby were all going out to search for any new hints that could help them but Dean was reluctant to leave you on your own.

You sat in Bobby’s chair, Adam a few seats away from you as he held a strop on his face.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay. What if you have a hallucination’‘Dean fretted, his eyes whipping to Sam.

’'Dean. I’ll be fine. If I hallucinate the worst I’ll do is curl up in a ball and cry’'You joked but saw the look on Sam’s face and stopped. Adam gave you a surprised look that you pretended not to see when he heard about the hallucinations.

His eyes had softened and he seemed a little more relaxed but didn’t give out anything. Dean had finally agreed to go and told you they wouldn’t be long.

You read the newspaper article, well…pretending to read since you could only feel the guilt swimming in your chest for how Adam felt. You turned around, ignoring the butterfly of guilt lurching up in your stomach as you faced him.

’'Are you hungry?’'You whispered softly, eyeing him. He looked up, his blue orbs meeting yours as he kept on his pissed expression and shook his head before turning away.

You turned back around, taking in slow breaths when you felt the guilt start to creep further up. The guilt had trigger your hallucinations as blood start to form on your hands.

You shuffled back, eyes wide and watery as you held your wrists up to your face. A sound clawed its way out the back of your throat, your chest rising and falling quickly. The chair fell over as you stood up hastily.

Adam looked up with a shocked expression, his eyes rolling over your contorted and pain filled face.

’'What? What is it?’'Adam panicked, tugging on his restraints. You backed away, staring at your hands as you fell into the corner and started to cry.

Adam watched you with a soft expression, his heart hammering against his chest as he tugged again. He hissed through clenched teeth when he felt them burn at his wrists.

You don’t know how but he had managed to get free. You felt a presence kneeling down in front of you before a warm hand cupped your cheek and lifted up your head.

’'Hey. What’s wrong?’'Adam whispered, his eyes boring into yours. ’'Speak to me”

“M-my ha-hands. Th-there’s blood and I-I c-can’t get it- I c-ca-won’t come o-off’'You whimpered, your voice breaking and stuttering out in pain.

Adam’s eyes fell to your hands. He saw nothing but he remembered about what Dean and Sam had said.

’'That’s okay. We’ll get it off. Come on’'Adam smiled gently, standing up and holding out his hand. You stared at him for a while before standing up and grabbing his hand.

’'I-I got b-blood on your h-hand’'You hiccuped, tears still falling from your eyes. Adam titled his head to look down at you as he gave you another warm smile.

’'That’s okay, bud. I’m sure we’ll get it off’'He smiled, helping you into the kitchen. He gently grabbed your shoulders and moved you so you were standing in front of him.

Adam reached over and turned on the tap before easing his hands over yours and pulling them into the warm water. He rubbed your hands under the water, allowing his to get wet too so you could see you weren’t alone. He reached over and grabbed the soap, pouring some between your palms and began to massage the soap between your fingers and into all the cracks and dips.

He felt your back stutter off his chest as you cried, his heart reaching out to you but remained calm.

’'I-It’s not c-coming off’'You whimpered, stumbling back. Adam quickly steadied your body with his leg before wrapping his arms a little tighter around you.

’'Ah, we probably need more soap then’'He hummed, amazing himself at how calm and collected he was being when he was really freaking out on the inside. He squirted more soap into your palm before repeating the action and then gently easing both your hands under the luke warm water.

’'See, do you see it coming off, bud?’'Adam whispered coaxingly. He held his breath as he waited for you answer, praying he wasn’t just making it worse.

He sighed and relaxed when you nodded, your cries lessening and fading to hiccups and sniffles. You watched as it fled down the drain and turned to clear water and both your hands were free of blood.

Adam reached over and turned off the tap, grabbing the towel next to him as he knelt down so he could dry your hands. He was concentrating on his hands, not looking at you as you watched him with admiration and gratefulness.

Adam finally dried his own hands before he gently dabbed at your tear soaked cheeks and threw the towel on the side. Still kneeling he offered you a smile before standing up.

Adam ran his fingers through your hair, gently coaxing out the knots before he turned his head to see your brothers looking at him with a amazed look.

Adam’s guard fell up as he stumbled back, ready to run.

’'Hey. It’s okay. We’re not gonna tie you back up’'Sam smiled sincerely, holding his palms up in defence.

”(Y/n), why don’t you help Bobby get the boxes out the Impala’'Dean suggested offering you a smile as he nodded his head towards the door.

You rushed out to help Bobby, not noticing that Adam had returned back to his moody self now that you weren’t around.

“Don’t stress about it, she has that impact on everyone. You can try to hate her but you won’t last long’'Dean chuckled.

Adam gave a small smile before dropping it and glaring back at his brothers.

’'How did you do that? You know we’ve been trying to help her with hallucinations for ages, no one’s ever been able to stop them’'Sam gaped at him.

Adam felt pride over take him as his eyes softened at the thought of you. He shrugged, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

’'I’ve just always wanted a little sister”

I will take my screwdriver.

Originally posted by steviepinkiepierogers

Originally posted by welcometoplanetrandom

That is probably not what you expected. Bit to be honsest, i regret nothing :D

Enjoy!


Steve groaned hearing loud rock music coming from Tony’s science lab. He hided his head in his pillow hoping to block music which made his head throbbing. How in hell Stark got up so early and got to his lab? He would normally sleep at least to noon, and then after half hour of staring at his coffee cup he would decide to drink it and then go to his lab.

Steve looked at clock standing on his bedside table and moaned unhappy. It was 6 in the morning.

He rolled on his back and looked at the ceiling hoping that it was just bad dream. After few minutes he lost his hope and got up, ready to reprimand Stark for his behavior at that early hour, after very hard mission they were only the day before.

Dressed only in his sweatpants, wit out shirt and with are foots he leaved his room, heading right to the source of the music, which was, as he expected, the science lab, not far away from the common room of the Avengers headquarters. Walking through the room he saw Bucky and Natasha, sitting with cups of coffee, already after theirs morning training session. His best friend waved at him with smile. He waved, not really paying attention at anything that wasn’t source of AC/DC Highway to Hell. He heard giggle of Natasha behind him, but payed it no mind.

He get into the lab and immediately turned off the stereo, sighing with delight when it got quiet in the room. His satisfaction didn’t last long, because of loud “The hell you did asshole” coming from behind the shelves. It wasn’t Tony’s voice.

From behind the shelves comes short (h/c) girl with frown on her face dirty from grease in tight white tank top and jeans shorts. He looked her from head to toes, taking in her whole appearance, noticing her torn sneakers. He swallowed hard his saliva looking into her (e/c) eyes, witch beside the color looked just like Tony’s.

“You are going to answer me, or should I push a screwdriver up your ass and turn it until you start to walk as a good little solider on a crank?” He opened his lips slightly, not knowing what to say. Never in his live has he meet girl as mean and pretty by the way as her. “If you are not gonna talk, then I suggest, you turn on my stereo and leave before I will take my screwdriver.” Still stunned, Steve turn on the stereo and left the lab.

He get into the common room with big eyes, still not knowing what just happened. He looked at Natasha who were laughing really hard.

“I see you met (y/n).” She said when she finally calmed down.

“W-who is this girl?” He looked behind him at the girl who were working on one of Tony’s latest project, as if she was in her own home, jumping slightly to music, and occasionally waving her head to the rhythm, making her (h/c) hair to get on her face and into her mount and eyes. Who the hell she was?!

“It’s (y/n).” Said Tony coming into the kitchen and pouring himself a coffee, clearly not happy of being woken up so early. He looked at Steve, and sighed seeing confusion still written on his face. “My sister? The world numero uno in science and mechanics, at least in women category? Really? Noting? I told you all yesterday that she is stopping by, to have a little Tet-a-Tet with my lab.” Steve was looking at Tony as if he had just told him, that elephants are flying. Stark sighed and rubbed his face. “That’s how you are listening to what I’m saying.”

“You have sister?” Tony shoot his hands up.

“No it’s my brother, don’t pay attention to boobs, it’s family thing. Yes, I have a sister, her name is (y/n) and if I see any of you closer than five meters from her, I’m personally gonna kick your ass.” Steve nodded slowly, still trying to wrap his mind around the though that Howard Stark had not one, but two kids and that they both were extremely rude…

“Antony, if you drank whole coffee, could you please make some more?”

“Of course (y/n/n).” Correction. Extremely rude for him. He looked at the girl who get out of the lab and sat on the couch next to Natasha, introducing herself to Bucky. He looked at Tony, who were making more coffee at the kitchen island. After a while go comes closer to him, leaning at one of the chairs.

“Is she staying for long?” Tony just shrugged his shoulder.

“As long as she want. She was in Asia for quite a while, and don’t have a place to go.” Blonde nodded again and looked at the girl. She was pretty, even beautiful, but she was acting just like her brother, or at least he observed it so far.

“Alright. I don’t want to sound mean, but who the hell are you, and why are you looking at me?” She turned around to look Steve right into eyes. Super Solider quickly looked at his feet, feeling blush appearing on his face. She raised her eyebrow. “Is he mute, deaf or just really stupid?” Tony rolled his eyes, coming to her and giving her cup of coffee.

“It’s Steve, or Captain America as you want. He is just really shy little girl in ‘grow men’ body.” (y/n) made sound that she understand what her brother had just told her.

“So this is the infamous Captain I-have-broom-im-my-ass America.”

“Language!” tony reprimand he satirically, which made both of them laugh. Steve groaned, sitting at the kitchen island. He got a felling that this is going to be really long visit. Bucky stood from his spot on the couch and get to his best friend.

“You two would be a sweet couple.” He whispered on his ear and laughed at the face his friend made.


*


Three months of being woken up on six in the morning by loud rock music later, Steve found himself looking at every move (y/n) made with lovesick puppy eyes and stupid smile on his face every time she talked to him.

It started innocently. Waking up on early morning hour, Steve would get up from his bed and go to the kitchen, where he make coffee and pour it to (f/c) cup with flowers and give to her. First few times it wasn’t pleasant. Wherever he come into the lab, you would throw daggers at him if he was to close to your stereo, calming down only when he would put her coffee on the desk. After three or four days of that, she started to smiled at him and thanked him for it.

Before he know it, Steve was looking forward the rare occasions of where she wasn’t in the lab. Instead of this, she would sit in the armchair, with cup of cinnamon-orange tea, in the oversized (f/c) sweater, leggings, and fluffy socks on her feet, with hair wet after the shower, sticking to her face, slightly parted lips and book in her hand. He would then sit on the sofa, pretending to read a newspaper in his hands, but really looking at her with affection in his eyes and blush, every time she looked up and smiled at him.

Of course, Bucky saw it first, and immediately informed Natasha about it. And then started their teasing and jokes of his behavior from them. They started to mess with him, occasionally asking (y/n) of her opinion of his hair or clothes, which she commented in her Stark-sarcastic way, making him blush every time.


“I bet a tenner that before Steve confess his feelings for (y/n/n), she will be long married with at least two children, big house with white fence and dog… named Steve.” Bucky said, placing money on the coffee table. Natasha nodded her head slightly, and she put the same amount of money next to Bucky’s.

“I say, he will do it after she get old, buried her husband AND Steve-the-dog, and decide to marry again, this time with cybernetically programmed butler of her second son.” Steve groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

“Could you guys give me a brake? And where the hell you two get an idea of her naming dog Steve?” He looked at them, but quick looked at the lab doors, which opened. (y/n) walk into the kitchen and poured herself some tea.

“Hey (y/n), if you would have a dog, how will you name him?” At Bucky’s question she looked up, thinking for a while before looking at him with grin.

“Steve.” Both assassins laughed, while super solider blushed and put his forehead on the table top. (y/n)’s smile only grew bigger and she sat with them. “Why you ask?”

“Because Steve…” said man looked hard at his friend who just smiled. “Didn’t believe us that you would name that dog.” She giggled.

“I will, just to mess up with him. OK, I have to get back to work. When you see Sam and Wanda, tell them that I will go to the shop first thing in the morning, and ask them what they wanted.”
“Sure thing, doll.” She kissed Bucky on the check and went to the lab. Steve looked at his friend with fake betrayal on his face. He just smiled like a cat that got cream and patted Natasha on the shoulder. “Come on, we have a training session. Let’s leave Mr. too-scared-to-act, alone.” Redhead nodded standing and going after him, waving to Steve, who just groaned again and started to hit his head on the table.


“Could you stop? You are devastating my beautiful table.” He looked at older of the Stark sibling.

“Tony, can I as you something?”

“Whatever you say, I’m not borrowing you my car.” Steve rolled his eyes.

“It’s about (y/n).”

“You are not dating her.” Said Tony and started to read his newspaper.

“What are you…?”
“I’m not stupid capsicle. I know how are you looking at her, and no, you can’t date her.”

“I believe it’s not your choice.”

“And yet you are asking me about it. Listen Steve.” Tony looked at him, putting his paper down. “I know what kind of men you are and no. I will not let you be with her, simple because I don’t trust you enough to protect her. She is my sister, and I will do everything to make sure, nothing will never happened to her. And you are… you. You are good man, but not for her.” Steve felt as his heart stopped for a moment.

“So you don’t trust me, that I will keep her have?” Tony raised his eyebrow.

“I just know you, and I know that if something will seem more important for you than her, then you will choose that thing instead of her. And I can’t let that happened.” They looked in each other eyes for a while, before Steve opened his mouth.

“Nothing will be more important than her.”
“You say it now. No one knows what will happen.” Stark stood up and toke his newspaper. “You may try, but if you will hurt her, you will not come out of it alive.” With that he left Steve, who sighed.


*


Next morning Steve woke up to almost unnatural silence in the building. First, he thought that he got deaf. He looked at the clock. It was half past six. He furrowed his brow and got up, dressing quickly and going to common room, where stood almost whole team, with out Tony, who were in the lab.

“What’s going on?”
“Oh, sleeping beauty is awake. Good. (y/n)’s missing.”

“Wasn’t she suppose to go to the store?”

“She canceled it yesterday evening, when she found out that Sam was at the store.” Steve furrowed his brow. If she wasn’t at the lab, nor in her armchair, then where were she?

“Redwing found something.” Sam announced, going to the direction of where his droid was.

At the garden, right behind the building were signs of a struggle. Steve felt as if some cold hand dug through his skin and grabbed his stomach. He crouched down and looked at the ground.

“Natasha, go and check monitoring record. Sam, you Bucky and T'challa are going to check whole terrain around. Look for everything and report to me immediately when you found something, anything that will tell us, where she could possibly be. Vision check lab, if there is any clue. And Wanda go look in her room.” Everyone looked at Steve in shock. His tone was cola and face hard, just as his eyes. He looked at everyone. “Now!” They got to their quest at hand immediately. He rubbed his face and looked at Tony. “You should check your mail. There is possibility that someone kidnapped her for ransom.”

“Yeah, come.” They get inside, going to Tony’s office.


After almost three hours, Natasha got into the room with wide eyes. Both men looked at her with raised eyebrows.

“I checked records. You should see that.” She got to Tony’s computer and put pendrive into USB point. “hmm… there.” She showed them the record of (y/n) being attacked and kidnapped by three man, dressed all in black. Tony furrowed his eyebrows.

“I know who they are.” He got up and went to his closed where he kept his armor. “They will not want any ransom. They will kill her. Call everyone. We have to go.”


*


Whole team landed at the forest near the big abandoned hangar, where (y/n) were held hostage. Carefully, they neared building, carefully, not to disclose themselves. Steve felt uneasy. He was nearly sure that there should be some guards, but everything were quiet, without any sighs of anyone.

When they got into the building, they stopped dead on their track, seeing nearly twenty man laying cold on the ground. Everyone was thinking the same think. What the heck happened here?! After a moment, they snapped back to reality, tearing sound from one of the rooms near them.

When they opened doors, ready to fight with whoever was in there, they stopped shocked, seeing (y/n), in her pajama from night before, sitting on top of the table with jars of peanut butter and jam next to her and with sandwich in her hand. She looked up and them and smiled happily.

“There you are. Good for you, I would turn your lives into living hell, if I would have to come home on foot.” She bite her meal and chewed on it, waving her legs. She stopped seeing their eyes staring at her. “What? I have something on my face?”

“What the fuck happened here?” She laughed at Natasha.

“I did not tall you that I am a badass?”

“You beat them? There is like twenty of them!” She jumped to the ground and throw your half eaten sandwich behind you.

“Twenty one to be exact. Yeah. I am trained badass.” She grinned. Steve was looking at her in ave before he dropped his shield and get to her, taking her cheeks in hands and kissing her.

It took her a while to proceed what is going on, but when she get whats going on, she quickly pulled off of him and knocked him out. She whipped her lips and looked at the rest of them.

“If anyone who isn’t Leonardo DiCaprio will do it again, I’m gonna kill you.” She pushed between them and went to the main doors. Everyone laughed, and Bucky bro-fisted Natasha.

“I forgot to tell him, that she will be the one who will kill him.” Tony said with smile, going after his sister. “Can someone pick Steve up?”

Writers Creed Interview

…“I don’t want to have any regrets looking back on my life.Getting this degree was one of my life goals years ago.I like having time to talk to folks like this on Tumblr. We have so many immensely talented folks here.”…

This time at the writerscreed interviews we got the chance to talk to Diane (@rhapsodyinblue) and her charismatic nature and the similar urge to help the writers made it a totally worth it experience.


Wc: Rhapsodyinblue45, well how did you come up with that url.

D: I’m in love with the 1920s, an era of flappers, cigarettes, bootleg alcohol, and the Charleston. My picture on my blog is a woman with bobbed hair who looks like a flapper. A song from that era, featured in The Great Gatsby is “Rhapsody in Blue” by Gershwin.

Wc: Woah well that was a pretty calculative approach, even our url involved pretty intense thinking and discussion but it wasn’t that deep approach.


Wc: Moving on,so any nicknames or names you like to be called by?

D: Di or DD are a couple. I like being called Rhapsody here.My name is Diane though.😉

Wc: That’s a unique name.

D: DD initials of my name,Di after Lady Diana – though we look nothing alike.


Wc: Lady Diana, are we talking about the Princess of Wales here?

D: Yes!!


Wc: What got you into writing any events that lead you to weave magic with words?

D: I was very imaginative as a kid. I wrote stories for a pretend newspaper that my family was forced to read. In graduate school, I took a poetry workshop and loved it! I became addicted to poetry. I teach English and creative writing now, so I get to practice all the time. It’s my personal therapy, my creative outlet, my wonderful sanity now.I disappear within the words, feel their sounds on my skin. I love the imaginative world of poetry!


Wc: Wow that’s amazing, pretty awesome reasons, writing is all about creativity and therapy I guess, well for those who choose it.Well you’re astounding imagination is very well depicted in your writups.


Wc: If I may assume Kids or your students might love you as a teacher they do right?
You don’t seem strict, well if you are then just let this question pass by as you never read it, just kidding.

D: I hope it’s mutual. I adore listening and learning from them as well. We read and share our thoughts all the time. Hopefully, they find the writing space liberating, a place they can be entirely themselves and feel understood, respected.I can be, but that’s a different class. I am most strict with myself as I am still in school as a student too.💜, Grad school.Teaching is all I ever wanted to do, to help people develop into the selves they desire to be, to encourage them to live their richest lives.

Wc: Well that’s the best quality a teacher can have, that will, to develop mutual understanding and bonding and adding to it also providing them the independence to think, you could be the next most wanted teacher.
You sound like a pretty amazing teacher to me to be honest.
Oh a student in grad school too, you are turning out to be one of the most talented women I’ve come across.
Well that idea is pretty amazing and Noble, we all need more people like you
Talking to you might even lead to me questioning myself about “What the hell am I doing with my life ?” (Haha)

D: Thats very kind of you.I don’t want to have any regrets looking back on my life.Getting this degree was one of my life goals years ago.I like having time to talk to folks like this on Tumblr. We have so many immensely talented folks here.
I commend your team for what you have accomplished.Thank you for recognizing my voice when I was new here.


Wc: It’s been our pleasure, So what do you like writing about?
I’ve been through your write-ups and what I found that you cover most of the genres, revolving around powerfull message or romance and women and their elegance.

D: I love including nature in my poems – the ocean, moon, seasons. I usually try to pose a question in my poems that I hope to resolve by the end. Half the time, I go on the journey too, bumping along, unsure of what I will find.Themes would include celebration of females, encouraging anyone who feels uncelebrated, writing about storms, cats, emotional pain.Trying to pose, I do write about love a good bit of varied kinds


Wc: So you’re like Christopher Nolan(Director of Inception) of poetry unlike him you actually care about the endings.

D: I am open to whatever ending unfolds as long as it is satisfying. That’s the term I use.★★joke😅


Wc: Why do you like writing, what do you find fascinating about it?

D: I discover myself in the words, what I think about things. I divine my own secrets, anticipate the outcome in fiction before it becomes a reality. A divining stick supposedly leads a person to water. Poetry leads me back to my soul.
Poetry is like a song.The song we want the world to hear if they would take the time to listen, the song we must silence ourselves, even to sing.

Wc: Well that was a rhapsodic answer indeed, pretty deep but inspiring too. There’s definitely a link between words and our soul.
Yeah we agree with you on that, poetry indeed is a song yearning for people's​ attention but sometimes it’s more impactful when you least expect it to be.

D: Yes!! Agreed.
I would be lost without creative writing. Where could we escape when reality feels too intense, when our heart hurts? Writing allows us a chance to turn safely inward and channel pain into art and even fantasy.I don’t know people’s reactions to my write ups. I think they feel my words and how emotional they are to me as a writer, but like teaching, I just put it out there, stand on stage, share these thoughts. How they perceive them, I don’t truly know.That’s the truth. Can we ever know the truth of other’s perceptions of us, our own interpretations do get in the way isn’t it.

Wc: Yeah they do.
Symptoms of a true artist indeed, we and you share the same vision of uplifting writers it feels great that we are not alone in this, it’s really amazing how you think about your students and want provide them a platform where they can express their thoughts freely. We’ve said that before and we’ll say again it’s feels amazing to have people like you among us.


Wc: So any bizarre stories linked with your talent of writing or anything unusual that happened because of it?

D: You expressed my sentiments beautifully. I write poetry to express and connect and to share this love and passion for words with others. We definitely agree.
I don’t know if it is a talent, more than intuition for me. It has led me to some great people and wonderful connections. I really enjoy collaborating with folks when minds meld on an idea.


Wc: Any suggestion you’d like to embark so we can reform writerscreed and fix some of the missing loopholes?

D: Your team does a great job. Opportunities for collaborations amongst poets would be fun, and I would be open to it. Continue with writing prompts for challenges to improve writers.



Wc: Duly noted.
Any fun facts, perhaps a side of you that is less known about or something else ?

D: I’m an avid runner, believe in healthy eating as opposed to taking medicine, enjoy camping, and I studied abroad in England in college.



Wc: Well you are a really an awesome person,
So thats all we have, thank you very much for your time, we really enjoyed talking to you and we were here to interview you and ended up getting insipred instead.
It’s was an absolute pleasure talking to you.

D: I enjoyed our conversation immensely.This was a lot of fun. I look forward to reading your interviews with other writers as well.Thank you!!



6x12 Summary/Review

Where to begin with this episode? Well, for starters it was all about DRAMA. Seriously. And the drama came from the dialogue between characters, not necessarily from the plot.

We start off the episode with an Olitz moment. Olivia is in bed with Fitz at the White House and she is wearing his Navy t-shirt once again (something I was so glad to see). Olivia wakes up momentarily confused about where she is and then rolls over to see a sleeping Fitz. She seems a little startled and uncertain of what to do, so she quietly rolls out of bed leaving him asleep. Now, I was somewhat disappointed that she did this, BUT I can only assume that it has been 24 hours since their make-up session and 1) we don’t know if she and Fitz have talked in the intervening time and 2) it’s probably still a lot for her to take in (being back with Fitz). So, I am going to give her a break for this one…

The next big scene we get is Olivia visiting Papa Pope in the bunker where Fitz has courteously sent breakfast. Right off the bat, Rowan is his usual old self, shutting down Olivia and manipulating her ability to properly communicate by claiming he needs to leave immediately. Seconds later, before Olivia can even respond, Fitz walks in and plants a “good morning/hello” kiss on her lips in front of Papa Pope and, let’s just say, Rowan isn’t happy AT ALL that Fitz has the nerve to do that in front of him (cue the “Mr. Pope, Mr. President” dialogue). After their impromptu argument (which Olivia desperately tries to mediate), Rowan goes to leave, only to realize he cannot. As it turns out, Fitz’s courtesy only extends so far; for him, Rowan is still a prisoner (who could really blame Fitz? The man killed his son, so his irritation/anger is understandable). On a side note, I couldn’t quit grinning at Fitz’s salty af attitude (cue the “do I look like a travel agent?” question) and the fact that he employed his best French accent when noting that Papa Pope could “eat as many of his croissants as he would like”… After realizing that he cannot leave the White House (thanks to Fitz and Olivia), Rowan sits down and pretends to busy himself by reading a newspaper, while Fitz and Olivia remain in the room. Angry that they haven’t left, Rowan turns around, slams his newspaper on the table, and tells them to GET OUT.

Next, we see Abby going through some PTSD-like memories of her recent actions while she is in bed with Leo. Poor Leo takes her unwillingness to talk as a sign that he has done something wrong, to which Abby tries to tell him it isn’t him, only to no avail. We end the scene with an angry Abby storming out of the bedroom, presumably to get dressed for work. This is followed by a scene of Mellie and Ponytail Lady discussing Mellie’s new role as PEOTUS. Mellie presents Ponytail with a list of who she would like in her cabinet and insists that she should be able to pick her advisors, only to have her plan shot down by Ponytail. She is reminded that both Peus and Ponytail have bugged all of her devices and that her new assistant (aka some mysterious woman we have never seen before) will be keeping a close eye on her, should she try anything.

The next big scene that occurs is Olivia’s confrontation with Peus who has conveniently decided to hold his meeting at OPA. Huck, scared for Olivia, refuses to let her be alone with him. The Peus/Olivia meeting is rather interesting. Peus attempts to intimidate Olivia in order to get her to cave to his demands (which include taking Jake off the VP ticket and having Mellie announce that her new VP will be Peus). When Olivia notes that she won’t be bothered so easily, Peus lets her know he has photos of Jake cleaning up Elizabeth North’s dead body and that he will use them, if he finds it necessary. Olivia, realizing that Peus cannot win if he releases the photos, tells him to go ahead and destroy Jake, noting that they will implicate Peus and Ponytail, as well, if exposed. Peus genuinely seems surprised, as if he had not considered the ramifications of that scenario, but bluffs his way out of the situation with more threats. Olivia, realizing she has won this battle, escorts him to her office door and let’s him know she has made it her mission to destroy him.

Meanwhile, Ponytail has coerced Mellie into a meeting at the White House where she will “demand” to use the press briefing room/podium to announce her new VP candidate. Fitz has already been briefed on this situation and just when Ponytail begins making her demands/threats, the scene is interrupted by secret service barging into the room and scooping everyone up, noting that a drone has breached the WH grounds no-fly zone (thanks to Huck who is remotely controlling the device). As the secret service are quickly escorting people down the halls of the WH, Ponytail and Abby are separated from the rest of the group and taken to the bunker. Abby, being the brilliant gladiator that she is, quickly appears to have set this whole situation up with Fitz, Olivia, and OPA so that the team could figure out a way to rescue Mellie. Ponytail, however, is not taking her separation from Mellie well and demands to be let out of the bunker. Abby, playing the “I-am-as-clueless/powerless-as-you” card, tells her to sit down and buckle up because they’re stuck in the bunker for a while.

Upstairs, in the Residence, we see everyone else (Fitz, Olivia, Mellie, Cyrus, Marcus, David, and Jake) has gathered for a meeting to figure out a way to take out Peus/Ponytail. The meeting starts off relatively well (if one discounts a shaken up Mellie), but quickly turns chaotic when Rowan shows up. We discover that Olivia has requested that he be a part of the meeting solely because he has “expertise” in these situations. Unfortunately, the minute Papa Pope shows up, what could have been a normal strategizing session quickly goes to shit, with the tension and drama becoming PALPABLE.

Fitz, who is quite unhappy at having Rowan there in the first place - but has swallowed his anger for Olivia’s sake (seriously, this man has the patience of a saint) - is forced into a disgustingly degrading situation where he must BEG Rowan for help. Rowan, being the manipulative asshole he is, demands that Fitz ask him for help, out loud, in front of everyone else (who, apart from Cyrus, Jake, Olivia, and Mellie) appear a little clueless as to the nature of their hatred towards each other. During this incredibly intense scene, Olivia (knowing and seeing where this is going) tries to get Rowan to stop, but cannot. We see Fitz’s jaw clench and you can almost feel him fighting to not get up and beat the shit out of Rowan right there. Fortunately, whatever the hell Fitz is doing to control his anger works because he ends up asking for help. HOWEVER, Rowan - again being the annoying and manipulative son of a bitch he is - decides that once is not enough and demands AGAIN that Fitz beg him for help. Fitz, fighting his emotions again, caves to Rowan’s “”“request”“”. As if this isn’t enough (I mean the man is literally pleading with his son’s killer to help him) Rowan says that “No” he won’t help Fitz..

Now, when I saw/heard that I was ready to jump through the TV screen and beat the fuck out of Rowan. You DONT force the man who’s son you killed to BEG for you help in front of everyone else only to say no… But, this scene ACTUALLY GOT WORSE!!! Rowan ended up basically calling Olivia a whore in front of EVERYONE and you could hear the gasps/see the jaw drops. He said that the only reason Fitz had him in the WH was so that he could sleep with Olivia again and that Rowan’s safety was nothing more than “another dollar bill at the feet of a stripper”. That “stripper”, he says, is Olivia… On top of that, Rowan made a dig at Fitz’s father and for Fitz that was THE LAST STRAW. He charged towards Rowan like he was gonna beat the shit out of him right there (tbh I wanted him too). The ONLY reason he didn’t was because Jake and David managed to hold him back…

Y'all I was screaming I was so mad. Goddamn that man. I want to see Rowan’s ass killed TF off. He is TOXIC AF for everyone and I mean EVERYONE because as soon as that bombshell was dropped, the whole room erupted into chaos and EVERYONE started arguing/going after each other. Olivia ends up calling for 5 and what should’ve been a comfort moment for her and Fitz turned into Olivia (who was visibly shaken) saying “don’t” and walking out to find some fresh air along with everyone else.

Then we get Cyrus and Rowan drinking in the cellar of the WH. That was interesting for 2 reasons. 1) Cyrus and Rowan almost looked/acted like work colleagues socializing over a glass of wine and 2) Cyrus tried to kill Rowan (too bad he didn’t succeed)… (Interesting tidbit from the setting of that scene though. Apparently Fitz added the cellar to the WH and seems to have stocked it with only wines/scotch 😉).

Anyways, around the time of the Cyrus/Rowan blow up, David and Fitz have a conversation that is just EVERYTHING. David questioned why he always falls in love with women who are like “tornados”, wondering why he couldn’t simply like “normal girls”. Fitz, being the precious bae he is, tells him that when he was younger he would imagine having a perfect and attentive wife who unquestioningly stood in the shadow of her husband, but then realized that it wasn’t what he wanted. He basically said that strong, powerful women, who cause him heartache and pain, are far better because they helped him become the man he is - a better man. So, Fitz says to David, if you love a woman who is like a “tornado” it’s okay because as long as she loves you, she can be as crazy as she wants/needs to be (cue my gross sobbing over his heart-to-heart).

While David and Fitz are bonding over their tumultuous romances with women, Jake and Olivia have a convo and, naturally, it made me want to throw up. The primary reason for this is that Jake tried to weasel his way back into Olivia’s arms via the sympathy card and attempted to entice her with running away again and how Fitz wasn’t good for her, and so on… (Jake give me a fucking break and quit talking BS into Olivia’s ear). Fortunately, Olivia shut that down IMMEDIATELY and let him know he wasn’t welcome to talk to her about that again, noting that she was there to help Mellie, not play the “choose me” game.

Finally, FINALLY we get to the ending of the episode and it’s revealed that the new VP isn’t going to be Cyrus Beene (so much for that unity ticket, though I commend Cyrus for being man enough to voluntarily give it up), but rather Luna Vargas… Now, I am confused as hell as to how tf the writers came up with that, but I’ll take it if it fixes this whole mess. As the episode continues to draw to a close, we see that Quinn and Charlie will be staying together and that though she loves Huck, it’s different from what she feels with Charlie.

For the concluding scene we go back to Abby and Ponytail hanging out in the bunker (still arguing about who’s in control) and then it’s revealed that Abby was duping Ponytail all along (which is not really a surprise at this point). Ponytail is furious that she has been played and naturally starts up with her threats again, but she’s interrupted by Olivia walking through the door… Now, I swear when I saw Olivia walk through those doors in the bunker it gave me flashbacks to that episode where she killed Andrew and for a moment I thought she was going to take a chair to Ponytail. Thankfully, she didn’t. She “kindly” let Ponytail know she had lost and that she would be arrested (cue Olivia’s “You can’t take Olivia Pope. Olivia Pope takes you” quote). Interestingly, Olivia is now saying she’s Mellie’s chief-of-staff, but we’ll have to wait and see how that plays out over the rest of the season.

Overall, I was not too thrilled with this episode, but it did have some good scenes stashed in between the bad ones. That dramatic scene with Rowan and the team still has me shook, but it’s looking like next week’s episode might remedy that (from the preview it looks like Fitz and Olivia are going to realize that working with Rowan is a mistake. Also, poor Fitz is at his wits end I guess because in the preview he grabs Rowan up by the collar quite violently - but who could blame him?). Until then, we will have to wait and see what’s in store for everyone.

“Beautiful You” (Katlaska) Chapter 13 - Marble

A/N:  Thank you so much for your patience and I am sorry this took so long.  Finishing up uni has been mad and working full time is a killer.  I won’t make you wait so long again.  

This chapter is really grim, and it wasn’t all easy to write.  

Enjoy.  

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An Old Flame

Soda runs into an old crush when she began tutoring Ponyboy.

Requested by an anon.

With his jacket slung over his shoulder, Soda made his way home, enjoying the briskness of the late fall air while he walked. He had a very enjoyable work day for once, he was actually in a good mood. The sky was bright blue as if it was portraying his feelings, making Soda feel more at ease, like everything today was going to be relaxing and enjoyable.

Enthusiastically he pounded up the steps to his house, anticipating doing nothing for the remainder of the day. Soda slid his work shirt off and opened the door with just his undershirt on, already preparing to take a shower. The door closed behind him and he shuffled to the bathroom, shutting the door and getting in the shower.

He was done within fifteen minutes and dried off then wrapped the towel around his waist as he always did. Grabbing his dirty clothes he reopened the door and stepped out into the main part of the house, freezing as he made eye contact with a blushing red Pony. Soda’s eyes wandered to Pony’s right and his cheeks suffered from the same redness that Pony’s did.

Sitting there wide eyed next to his brother was a girl from Soda’s class in high school. Not just any girl though, of course it had to be the one that Soda had a crush on since…since he couldn’t even remember when. Everything about her always enticed him and whenever she was close to him he had to take a look at her just to remind himself how cute she was. Since he dropped out he didn’t see her at all so her showing up at his dining table was quite a bit of a shock.

Pony was the one who broke the silence, clearing his throat before forcing out a small and annoyed, “Sodaaa!”

Breaking from the momentary awkwardness Soda rushed to their shared room and dressed quickly, trying to shake himself out of the embarrassment he just experienced. It had to be her of all people to see him practically nude. When he came out he apologized and asked what she was doing there. Between her and Pony they explained that she was there to tutor Pony and she’d be there everyday after school so they could avoid another scene like the one that just occurred.

From then on Soda walked home quicker and cherished the weekdays that he had off, anticipating her coming over. He always offered to get the door when she knocked and often times he sat across from them while they studied, pretending to read the newspaper. Every time her voice flowed through the air he felt a pang of want rush through him.

They would make small talk when Pony left the table, but it only left Soda wanting more, so one day when Pony wasn’t feeling well, Soda neglected to tell her they wouldn’t be able to study. When she showed up, Soda answered the door as usual but today with a frown as he explained his brother was sick.

About to turn away, Soda stopped her, “Well, maybe, I can get you some dinner instead?”

Much to his approval, she agreed and they went to the local diner, sharing a milkshake while they ate. Eventually, the topic of their past came up.

“So, why did you leave school, Soda?”

He shrugged, sick and tired of answering the question, but responded anyways, “Just wasn’t for me. But you’re smart, you probably wouldn’t understand.”

“Why? Just cause I get good grades means I don’t struggle?” She pouted softly.

Soda blushed lightly and looked down, “M’Sorry.”

“I miss seeing you in school though,” she admitted rather sheepishly.

In a moment of courage Soda decided to blurt out, “I still think about you a lot.”

“Think about me? Why?”

“I’ve always kinda liked you, (Y/N).”

“Oh god. Soda…you really like a girl like me?”

With a reassuring nod he smiled and leaned closer to her over the table.

“Well, I like you too,” she admitted blushing.