really sorry but we need your help

anonymous asked:

I know this is only a New Girl blog and I'm sorry if this bothers you, but please, if you (or your followers) can donate some money to Mexico it'd be really appreciated. We are still looking for missing people and we have many buildings destroyed that will need to be rebuilt. The TOPOS are the most impotence association looking for missing people rn, and we need all the help we can get.

I actually donated to that particular association yesterday! One of my closest friends is from the DF and she told me about the Topos, and I’ve already pitched in to help them! If anyone else can help, please do so. Best of luck México Lindo 🇲🇽

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH!!

Oh my goodness, you’re officially 18 now! :O I am soo happy to say you’re my friend, like, you’re amazing and one of the best friends I have!! You are such an inspiration to me if it comes to videos and such and your advice on my difficulties are the sweetest! <3 Abby and I miss you a lot though, and we’ve always seen you as part of our friendship! You’re a sweet treat too, y'know? I’m sorry I couldn’t make anything special for you… my absence and loss of my program didn’t really help xD Maybe a belated video then? Also, now you’ll need to change your bio from 17 to 18; feels weird, right? xD I hope you’ll have a great day today!! <3 Love you!! @starlovesmarco

How to Tell Your Friend That You Need a Break From Supporting Them

When I worked at a mental health crisis centre, I couldn’t believe how many people came to us, not because of their own problems, but because they were so lost in a friend’s pain that they couldn’t take it anymore. I saw a lot of people who were so worn down from helping someone else that they couldn’t sleep, eat, socialize or focus at work or school. They were consumed with guilt every time they put down their phones, went to sleep, or dared to enjoy themselves and have a good time. All because they had no idea how to set boundaries. 

Helping your friends through a tough situation is a wonderful and noble thing to do, but it only works if you’re mentally in a place to do so. If you’re dealing with issues or mental illness of your own, you’re not always capable of being someone else’s shoulder to cry on 24/7. And that’s okay. Sometimes, you have to put yourself first. You can’t help someone else if you’re a mess yourself. You can’t save a drowning person with a sinking ship. 

Telling a friend that you’re overwhelmed and you need a break is one of the hardest things you’ll ever have to do. Honesty is the best policy - don’t go radio silent on them, or avoid answering their messages. Be honest about how you’re feeling, and what you need from them. If you’re stuck on what to say and how to start the conversation, here are a few suggestions. Feel free to copy them exactly:

It’s really hard for me to admit this, but I’ve been feeling like I’m on the verge of a breakdown lately. I love you and I care about you, but I need to take some time to take care of myself for a while. 

I’m really concerned about you, but I honestly don’t know how to deal with this and I’m worried I’ll say the wrong thing. I really think that you should talk to a professional about this. 

This is hard for me to admit, but I have a lot going on in my life right now, and it’s getting to be too much for me. Would it be okay if we talked about lighter stuff for the next little while?

You deserve more support than I can give you. I think you need to tell a close family member or professional about what’s going on. 

It seems like every time we talk about this, things are worse for you. I’m worried that my advice isn’t helping you at all, and I think you should talk to someone more qualified than me. 

I’m really worried for your safety, and it breaks my heart, but I can’t keep you safe all by myself. Would it be okay if we told someone else what was going on? 

I’m sorry, but I can’t answer my text messages 24 hours per day. I really want to make sure that you always have someone to turn to if I’m not available. Are there some other people you would trust with this? I can help you tell them, if you’re not comfortable doing it by yourself. 

I hope these suggestions are helpful - best of luck to all of you, and make sure to put your own mental health first when you have to. 

autumn/halloween sentence starters! 🍂🍁🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! some are original, but most are collected from other posts.

  • ​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞
  • ❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞
  • ❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞
  • ​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞
  • ❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞
  • ❝ help me decorate! ❞
  • ​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞
  • ​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞
  • ​❝ bring a jacket! ❞
  • ​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞
  • ​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞
  • ​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞
  • ​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞
  • *sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞
  • ​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞
  • ​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞
  • ​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞
  • ​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞
  • ❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞
  • ​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞
  • ​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞
  • ​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞
  • ​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞
  • ​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞
  • ❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞
  • ❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞
  • ❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞
  • ❝ did you hear that? ❞
  • ❝ we have to get out of here! ❞
  • ❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞
  • ❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞
  • ❝ what did you get? ❞
  • ❝ want to trade candy? ❞
  • ❝ i got a rock. ❞
  • ❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞
  • ❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞
  • ❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞
  • ❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞
  • ❝ trick or treat! ❞
  • ❝ happy halloween! ❞
  • ❝ happy fall! ❞
  • ❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞
  • ❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞
  • ❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞
  • ❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞
  • ❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞
  • ❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞
  • ❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞
  • ❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞
  • ❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞
  • ❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞
  • ❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞
  • ❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞
  • ❝ i just saw something! ❞
  • ❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞
  • ❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞
  • ❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞
  • ❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞
  • ❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞
  • ❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞
  • ❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞
  • ❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞
  • ❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

Putting Lipstick On A Pig

by reddit user Pippinacious

Except for the whole murder thing, Courtney James seemed like a lovely young woman. She was bright, articulate, a dedicated college student and well liked waitress at a popular restaurant.

I met her when she was sitting in an interrogation room at the precinct. She was a bit on the larger side, dressed conservatively in pastel colors and minimal makeup, and when I came in, she introduced herself with a polite smile, as if we were meeting for a job interview as opposed to a police investigation. She had declined to have an attorney present, so I got right to business.

Keep reading

-posting my masterlist just for the heck of it-

Full-lenth oneshots (typically around 1,000 words) are posted first under each name, separated from shorter works by a line. Enjoy!

Beenzino

—-
“I Want to Try It With You”

Bobby

Auditions

Payback

It’s Just That…

Match

—–

“I Wrote This For You”

“Excuse Me For Falling in Love With You”

Cha Cha Malone

Realize

C-Jamm

See You Around

Nice To Meet You

Congratulations!

Five Years

Awkward

—-

“It Brings Out Your Eyes”

“He’s Going to Be Fine”

“Why Don’t You Just Crash at My Place For Tonight?”

Crush

“Birds Can’t Fly Without Wings”

“Take the Long Way Around”

Dean

Go

Questions

Decisions

Surprise

—-

“I’m Sorry… I’m Just Stressed Out”

“Please Don’t Do This”

Dok2

Wait

Good Morning

Don’t Tell

Rain

Home

Teamwork

Of Course

Excuses

Collab

Decisions

Secrets

—-

“What Happened To You Two?”

“He Really Needs Help”

“I Heard a Noise”

Flowsik

Familiar

Try

Yes

—-

“I’m Sorry, I Didn’t Mean To”

“You’re Warm”

Giriboy

1:30 AM

Wait!

Goodness Knows Why

Physics

Dawn

—-

“I Could Never Lose You”

“You Need Some Sleep”

“You’re Not Happy Here, Are You?”

“Your Feelings Don’t Matter Right Now; We Need to Do This”

“I Want To Wake Up With You Like This Every Morning”

“Why Don’t You Just Crash At My Place For Tonight?”

“I’m Coming Home”

Gray

Let Loose

Out Of the Blue

Next Time

Safe

Stuck

Headlights

With You

—-

“Cross My Heart and Hope to Die”

“Hold My Hand So He Gets Jealous”

“Don’t Say That”

“Sorry I’m Protective Over the Things I Love”

#Gun

Window

My Pleasure

Roses

I Insist

Cinderella

—-

“I’m Not Going Anywhere”

“Keep Your Eyes Open”

“I’m Sorry I’m Protective Over the Things I Love”

“Take Notes, Sweetheart”

G2

Hmm…

—-

“You Look Good”

“Someone Will Find Us”

Iron

Busking

—-

“The Key Is Under the Mat”

“You Look Good”

“I Couldn’t Do It Without You”

“Why Don’t You Just Crash at My Place For Tonight?”

“Keep Your Eyes Open”

“Have I Ever Told You How Much You Mean To Me?”

“Who Was That Guy?”

“Pillows Are Over-Rated”

Jay Park

Confidence

Joah

Give It a Shot

Go For It

Thank You

One Reason

Stupid

Little Fish

Respect

Aquaman

Lessons

Just You

—-

“Go Back to Sleep”

“I Wrote This For You”

“Slushies Aren’t Just For Kids, Fuck Society”

“You Got a Cute Butt”

“Do You Do This Every Day, By Yourself?”

“Do You Know How Long I’ve Been in Love With You?”

“You Still Have Me”

“I Cheated”

“I Swear, I’m Not Scared”

“Can You Just Leave Me Alone?”

“Get Over It”

Junoflo

—-

“This Is For You”

“She Really Loves You, Doesn’t She?”

“Sleep Tight”

Kohh

The Truth

Too Late

You Know That

Kush

Any Chance

—-

“Who Was That Guy?”

“If You Fall, I’ll Catch You”

“Do You Know How Long I’ve Been In Love With You”

“I Want To Wake Up With You Like This Every Morning”

“I Just Wanted To Get To Know You Better”

“We’re Going On A Trip”

“Let’s Give This Another Shot”

Loco

You’re All Mine

—-

“Why Do You Only Kiss Me When I’m Sleeping?”

“I’m Pregnant!”

“Yes… But You’re Prettier”

“And Then On Top Of All That, I’m On My Period”

Mad Clown

—-

“Who Was That Guy?”

Mino

You Promise?

—-

“I’m Not Going Anywhere”

“What Happened to You Two?”

“Tell Me What Happened, From the Start”

“We Still Have a Long Way To Go”

“You’re Not Happy Here, Are You?”

Okasian

Deal

—-

“Don’t Cry”

“Take My Jacket, It’s Cold Outside”

“Who Was That Guy?”

“Someone Will Find Us”

“You Look Good”

Olltii

Roll With It

—-

“I’m Ready”

“Do You Know How Long I’ve Been in Love With You?”

One

Competition

Everything I Need

—-

“Can I Kiss You?”

“I Had a Dream About You”

The Quiett

Nerves

Studio

Teamwork

Different

—-

“You Still Have Me”

“I Love You”

“Can You Come Over?”

“You’ll Stay By Me Forever, Right?”

Rap Monster

Play

Reddy

—-

“Stay Over”

San E

Lens

Sanchez

—-

“I Think You’re Beautiful”

Sik-K

Study Buddy

Well?

—-

“Why Don’t You Crash At My Place For Tonight?”

“He Really Needs Help”

“I’m Sorry, But That Was Adorable”

“But, I Said I Love You” (Angst Version)

“But, I Said I Love You” (Fluff Version)

Simon Dominic

Results

Comfortable

Jealousy

Words

Drive

Rules

Your Turn

I Don’t Need You

Remember That

Come Back

Congratulations!

Some Other Day

Day 1

I Believe You

Just Check It

Yes

Don’t Remind Me

Good Night

No Big Deal

Even

Bold

Promises

—-

“I Was in the Neighborhood”

“You Should Have Told Me”

“I Wrote This For You”

“You’re Competitive and So Am I, and It’s Going to Lead to a Fight”

“Don’t Say That”

“He Really Loves You, Doesn’t He?”

“I Need You”

“Let’s Give This Another Shot”

“I Don’t Think I Ever Told You, But…”

“No, You’re MY Bitch.”

“Excuse Me For Falling in Love With You”

“You Have No Chill”

Superbee

Keeping Score

Happy Birthday

Ugly Duck

Stars

—-

“Stay There. I’m Coming to Get You”

Vasco

—-

“Someone Will Find Us”

“I Bet You Can’t Go 24 Hours Without Cussing”

₩uno

—-

“You’re Important Too”

Yongguk

—-

“You’ll Stay By Me Forever, Right?”

Zico

Diss

Happy Birthday

—-

“What Are We?”

“We’ve Become That Clingy Couple That You Used to Complain About”

“Do You Really Have to Do That?”

“Please… Don’t Lie To Me”

“I Want to Wake Up With You Like This Every Morning”

“Get Out of the Way Before I Murder You”

“I Think I Busted a Rib”

Zion.T

Tell Me It Again

—-
“Don’t Be an Asshole. Asshole”

“Leave Me Alone”

“Sleep Tight”

more universe swap ideas:

Sidney and Geno are dating, but one day they have an argument. Maybe it’s over a dumb penalty one of them took, and Sidney is chewing Geno out for it, and that led to Geno accusing Sidney caring more about hockey than their relationship. Sidney is mad enough to be in tears (how could Geno ever think that of him?) as he storms off to their bedroom and slams the door shut, and Geno is still pissed so he sleeps on the couch.

Then Geno wakes up in a universe where not only does he still play for the Pens, he’s the captain. But Sidney is nowhere to be seen. In fact, no one’s ever heard of Sidney Crosby. He begins to panic.

“You just fuck with me now,” Geno says to Flower. Tanger and some of the rookies give him a nervous look. “No, really, where Sid. Not funny anymore.”

“We don’t know who that is, G,” Phil says. “Really.”

He’s about to have a panic attack when the Pens PR suddenly come up and ask if he’s ready to go deliver the season tickets. Geno, in a daze, lets him kind of guide him wherever, and soon he’s on his way, with the team and the Pens admin, to a little suburban house. 

Geno does not want to deliver tickets, but he knocks and he’s ready to kind of shove the tickets at them and leave. Then the door opens and–

“Oh my God,” Sidney says. He’s in jeans and a Malkin jersey, but it’s Sid, his Sidney, not missing or dead and oh God, he’s right here. “You’re Evgeni Malkin. You actually came.”

“Sid,” Geno whispers. 

He’s about to pull Sidney in for a kiss when a little boy peeks out from behind Sidney’s leg. “Dad, that’s Geno,” the boy says in wonder.

Geno watches, stunned, as Sidney picks up the boy and kisses his cheek. “This is my son,” Sidney says, smiling broadly. “Come in, come in–”

And Geno is led into this bizarro world where he meets Sidney’s fucking husband, the rest of the kids, Taylor, and Sidney’s parents, and he has to pretend that he isn’t losing it watching his boyfriend live a suburban life. Apparently, in this universe, Sidney had not played hockey after Shattuck. He went to university in Pittsburgh, married his college sweetheart (the football captain, to be exact. He’s handsome and tall and friendly, and it’s clear that he adores Sidney. Geno hates him immediately), has three kids with him who all adore the Penguins, and teaches at the local elementary school. And it’s breaking his heart watching Sidney live this perfect life, and knowing that he has no part in it.

anyways i want those angsty movie scenes where Geno keeps asking Sidney out on not-dates. It’s getting late, and Geno’s driving Sidney back home after yet another dinner.

“Sid, wait,” Geno says, as Sidney’s unbuckling his seat belt. Sidney looks at him in question. “Don’t go yet.”

“I still have some papers to grade–”

Geno covers Sidney’s hand with his, in one bold, sudden move. “Please don’t go.”

Sidney looks stunned, then pained. “Geno,” Sidney says softly. “Geno, I think I know what this is.”

“Sid, please–”

“I have a family,” Sidney says. “You’ve been–you’re an incredible hockey player–and–and a wonderful friend, I mean–you’re Evgeni Malkin–”

“I love you,” Geno says.

Sidney bristles. “I’m going home, Geno,” he says coldly. “Good night–”

“Wait–”

“Let go–”

“I’m show–” Geno fumbles with his phone, which miraculously had all the photos from his world. Photos of his Sidney kissing his cheek, of them lazing around after workouts, Geno and Sidney’s happiest moments. 

He presses play on a random video, startling Sidney into freezing as in-video Sidney’s voice asks cheerily, “Geno, what should we do on your Cup day?” 

“You captain,” in-video Geno responds. “You decide.”

“But it’s your day,” in-video Sidney whines. “Really, we can do anything. I promise.”

“Okay. You be nice to me all day.”

“I’m always nice to you.”

“No nagging. More kisses.”

“I don’t nag!” in-video Sidney laughs, then kisses Geno’s nose. “I just want your day to be perfect.”

“Everyday perfect,” in-video Geno responds, stroking Sidney’s cheek, as the Sidney on the screen softens considerably. 

“How is this possible?” Sidney whispers, entranced by the video. “Wha–I don’t–”

“I told you,” Geno says tiredly. “I’m boyfriend in other world.”

Client: I have this official document that I need translated.

Me: OK, can you scan it and send it to me in an email?

Client: Oh no, I’d rather come to your office.

Me: I’m sorry, we don’t accept clients at the door. We just have a headquarters here and it’s not very forward facing. Please just send it via email.

Client: I’ll be quick!  Maybe I can come and wait while you do the translation?

Me: Again, we’re not really set up for that. The easiest is to send us the document via email, and I’ll write you a quot…

Client: Come on, why can’t you just help me here?

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Tom helping you study:

-Coming home after a long day and knowing you need to study but wanting so badly to avoid it once you walk in the door and see Tom’s face

-“Alright sooo, I got some of that cheese you like, and some bubbly, I thought we could catch up on House of Cards? Or whatever you want to watch sweetheart, doesn’t bother me.”

-Just feeling really sad and disheartened because you know you can’t and him picking up on it straight away

-“What’s wrong darling? I’m sorry, we don’t have to do that, we could go out or something? I just thought you might like to have a night in.”

-“It’s not that, I just really need to study for this exam tomorrow and I’d love to do all that but I’m gonna fail if I don’t study, Tom I’m sorry I jus-”

-Tom steadying you with his hands on your shoulders, putting his hand on your cheek and bending down to look in your eyes to reassure you

-“Hey, hey now. Love, your studies are important, you know that, I know that, don’t you dare be sorry about it. Now I don’t know how much help I can be, but what if I be your study buddy? I’ll help you in any way you need me to.”

-“You’d do that?”

-“Only for you my love.”

-Both of you sitting on the ground with your legs crossed, your books and notes spread out on the coffee table with your laptop, and he’s just staring at your notes in awe of how much you take on

-“You just tell me what you’d like me to do and I’ll do it. No questions asked.”

-“That’s very ballsy of you Tom.”

-Getting him to highlight certain words in a word passage for you and him not knowing what colour you’d prefer

-“Okay so you’ve got pink, orange, yellow or green here, which should I use love?”

-“It doesn’t really matter Tommy.”

-“You wore green knickers yesterday, so I’ll use green.”

-“TOM”

-Just KNOWING Tom has so many questions about the depths of what you’re studying because he’s a curious little puppy but he holds them back because he doesn’t want to distract you

-“You have lovely handwriting darling.”

-“Thank you Tommy.”

-Tom rubbing your back while he waits for you to give him something to do

-“Tommmmm”

-“Yes love, what can I do??”

-“Could you maybe make me a snack?”

-“Crackers? And that cheese I got for you?”

-“Yes pleaseeee”

-“I’m on it.”

- Tom wanting to feed you the cheese and crackers so you ‘don’t have to waste your study time picking it up yourself’

-“Tom I can feed myself, you don’t have to do that.”

-“But I’m helpingggg”

-“Okay okay, fine”

-Getting him to quiz you and him being so serious about it, covering the back of the page with his hand so you can’t peep through

-“Are you gonna have a buzzer?”

-“No Tom, I don’t need a buzzer, I’m the only person answering.”

-“But it’s a quiz show.”

-“It’s a quiz for study, not a quiz show Tommy.”

-“…….it’s a quiz show and your buzzer is ‘ribbit’.”

-Watching some recorded lessons on your laptop and Tom watching with you even though he clearly finds it boring af

“Tom you don’t have to watch this if you don’t want to.”

“No no I want to, this is great.”

“Mhm.”

-Struggling to read your notes because you left your glasses upstairs and Tom knowing exactly what’s up

-So he goes upstairs and grabs them for you but you’re too focused to notice

-He comes up behind you and slides them on your face, and it’s the littlest gesture but you’re so so grateful

-“You need to wear them darling, your eyes are probably sore enough as it is”

-“I love you Thomas”

-“I love you too.”

-Tom looking through the novel you’re studying and reading all your annotations because he just loves to see your thoughts written down

- Starting to feel really sleepy and Tom noticing your eyes drooping

-“How’re you going love? Maybe you should head off to bed soon”

-“I’m almost done, I just need to go through this last few notes and summarise them, would you make me a coffee please?”

-“No love, it’s bloody 12am. You can have tea, coffee will have you wired and you still need to sleep.”

-“Thank you for making my good choices for me”

-“That’s what I’m here for”

-Finally finishing up and just collapsing back into the gap between where his arm is holding his also very tired body up and his torso, his hand resting gently on your hip giving it a tap

-“Alright, time for bed I think.”

-Tom helping you to bed, and letting you wear his lucky socks, the fluffy blue ones with clouds on them

-“I always wear them to my auditions, you can wear them tonight to give you luck for your exam tomorrow”

- Thinking it’s a little ridiculous, but his sweet soft boy face is utterly serious

-“I’d be honoured to wear your lucky socks. They have been washed though right?”

-“I think so.”

-Tom slipping into bed beside you pulling you into his embrace, one arm under you neck, the other curled around your waist

-“Alright love, one last question. Buzzers ready. Who’s the best Spider-Man?”

-“Ribbit. You are, you idiot”

-“That’s what I like to hear.” 

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Some of my friends are currently doing their exams (they know who they are), and I’m very proud of them and I think they deserve Tom as a study buddy highkey (not to mention all the goodness in the world), I know I would have fucking loved him as a study buddy when I was at school. S/o to anyone currently doing exams/hardcore studying! Get that education xxx

what a studyblr/studygram is for:

  • to motivate you
  • to inspire you
  • to give you advise
  • to keep you company
  • to answer some of your questions
  • can fangirl with you at least you can with me lol
  • in short: can be your friend

what a studyblr/studygram is not for:
  • providing you study notes
  • i know our topics might be the same and you might be struggling
  • but asking me to scan my notes
  • defeats the purpose of me trying to motivate you
  • so get up and don’t be lazy and study
  • also don’t ask me to do your homework
  • I’ll be happy to help if I have spare time but please don’t be rude
  • also don’t give us crap for not giving you a shoutout or answering a DM
  • we also have a life behind the screen and are not always online
  • strong power thank you

anonymous asked:

I think I hurt a rib. I don't know what to do. I'm not out yet and I've been using ace bandages. I'm incredibly stupid. I'm sorry. Please if you help me I'll throw them all out and find a way to come out. Please? I'm so sorry. I live in usa.

Ren says:

Hi dear! You’re not stupid - we understand the draw of ace bandages, but it’s really, really, really important that you don’t ever use them again. Okay, my friend?

This is now an official Ribcage Troubleshooting Post!

This post isn’t a replacement for a doctor, but it can help you figure out whether you need to see a doctor, or what you should do until you can!

Look at this cool picture of some bones. That’s your ribcage, pretty nice eh? We’re gonna use this to figure out what’s up.

To give you a general idea of what’s going on, let me explain what’s up. That big bone in the middle, connecting the sides of your ribcage, is your sternum. It’s super important, since it helps protect some Serious Stuff, and anything that affects your ribs likely affects it!

Connected to your sternum on both sides are your collarbones (clavicles). You can usually see and feel your collarbones, since they’re very close to your skin.

To give you a sense of which rib is which, ribs 4, 5, or 6 are usually the ones that are just underneath breast tissue. (Some people have more than 10 ribs, but the last one is the last one!)

The blue parts of this diagram are made of costal cartilage, connecting the ribs and the sternum. Where the costal cartilage meets your ribs is called a costochondral joint. Where the costal cartilage meets your sternum, on the other hand, is called a sternocostal joint.

Over top of all this bone and cartilage is intercostal muscle. They go in between your ribs, filling the spaces, allowing you to breathe in and out.

So just how many ways can you injure all of this by binding unsafely?

  • fractured bone
  • bruised bone
  • bruised muscle
  • bruised cartilage
  • torn muscle
  • torn cartilage
  • inflamed muscle (costochondritis)
  • not to mention all the stuff that’s deep down underneath - you can seriously harm your lungs, for instance

Here comes the actual troubleshooting part.

  1. Which area of your ribcage hurts, and what is the pain like? (Tender? Shooting? Burning? Throbbing? Like something’s tearing? An ache, a sting?)
  2. Can you make physical contact with the area? Does any physical contact make the pain worse, or do you have to press gently to worsen it?
  3. Is the skin hot around the painful area, visibly red or bruised, or visibly swollen?
  4. When you press at the very top of your sternum (in between your collarbones) does it worsen the pain at your rib?
  5. Does it hurt to breathe, or is it difficult to breathe?
  6. Are you coughing, or coughing blood or mucus?
  7. Are you experiencing fatigue (like you’re really really sleepy), or are you dizzy?
  8. Check your pulse. Open up a timer with seconds on it, find your pulse, and count for one whole minute. Here’s an ask about healthy pulses (although YMMV if you are chronically ill).

If you cannot make physical contact with the area, are experiencing significant pain and/or difficulty breathing, are coughing blood, or answered yes to #4, go to the hospital. You may have broken or fractured a rib, or something worse. You need immediate medical attention.

If you can make physical contact with the area but it seriously hurts to do so, and are experiencing any of the above symptoms, go to the hospital.

If you can make physical contact with the area and it only hurts a little, are experiencing some pain but mostly when you press the painful area, are able to breathe normally, and are not coughing up any discharge, follow these instructions.

  • Stop binding. No arguments. Do not bind until your symptoms are gone.
  • Take an NSAID. These are over-the-counter painkillers like ibuprofen and naproxen. Acetaminophen/paracetamol will not help with inflammation, but will help with pain.
  • Ice the area for 20 minutes (don’t make direct contact with the skin - ice in a ziploc wrapped in a towel!). Rest it for 20 minutes. Heat for 20 minutes (heating pads or warm showers help) and rest again. Continue to alternate this.
  • Rest. Keep your chest relatively elevated - do not lay down flat or lower than your heart.
  • Keep pressure off your chest.
  • If you develop any more symptoms or the pain does not go away in 24 hours, go to the hospital.
  • And the golden rule: when in doubt, get it checked out.

I’m not joking around here, friend. Your body is important and you gotta be kind to it! If that means you need medical care, so be it. As long as you’re safe.

I really advise that you throw out every single ace bandage you have, no matter what. The temptation is too great, and it is never, ever, ever safe to bind with ace bandages.

Let us know if you’re okay, anon. I’m sending good thoughts and hopes for good health in your direction. <3


Lee says:

Here’s some excuses to give your parents if you need to see a doctor and you’re closeted! It’s okay to lie to them if you need to go see a doctor. You’re doing what’s best for your health and that’s really important!

For the future, when you’re healed (don’t ever bind while you’re injured!!) you could try one of the following methods to bind without ace bandages.

How do I buy a binder if I’m not out?

How do I ask my parents for a binder?

I can’t get a binder. How can I make my own?

  • Ren made some sweet info on binding with sports bras (x, x) and we also have a post about binding with camisoles. If you’re binding with a sports bra, you want this type.
  • Please do not try to make a DIY binder. Chances are, it will not be safe and you could hurt yourself.
  • Binding without a binder
Can I keep you? Pt. 1

(A/N) I decided it’s time to post this thingy! I hope you enjoy it and if you want to be tagged, let me know! This is also going to be a multi chapter fic and will be posted on thursday! I hope I didn’t just jinx us! *fingers crossed*

Summary:
Imagine being Tony’s adoptive daughter no one knows about because you’re studying abroad. One day you come home without saying a word and all the Avengers are confused by your appearance and especially Loki being quite smitten by you. The Avengers, especially Natasha being very protective of you when they notice the tricksters’ interest in you. You on the other side, being the curious girl you always were, wanted to know more about the mysterious guy and the world he comes from.

Pairings: Loki x Reader ; Tony Stark x daugther!Reader

Warnings: swearing

Original: here

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Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Tip from my side: if your dad, mum or any other relative is a super hero, especially if he is a part of the Avengers, never forget that! I did, and that lead to me standing in the living room of my adoptive father, Tony, and having various weapons pointed at me.
You see, I’m currently having troubles at my college and decided to take a break and visit my father, completely forgetting that he is Iron Man and that the ‘Stark Tower’ was transformed into the ‘Avengers Tower’ and that said Avengers, are now living there.
“Who are you?” Natasha Romanoff, Russian Agent, rough childhood. She pointed one of her guns at my head and I had no doubt that she could blow my head off.
“(Y/N) Stark. Starks daughter? Well adoptive daughter. Where is he anyway?” The way the others looked at me was really amusing. Only one of them, who I guessed was Loki, looked rather bored. He didn’t even bother to stand up and point anything at me.
“Miss (Y/N), should I inform your father of your presence?” Ah, how I missed Jarvis. Before I went to college, as lonely as it sounds, he was my only friend. “No thanks Jarvis. I will tell him myself, but where exactly is he?” “Right here.” I turned around and saw my father standing there, with his arms outstretched, ready for a hug. And a hug he received.
“I missed you Dad.” I buried my face in his neck. “I missed you too kiddo.” He squeezed me harder against him, kissing my scalp.
“I see you already met the others. This is Thor, Steve, Bruce, Natasha, Clint and behind them on the couch is Loki.” He pointed at each one, but as soon as he mentioned Loki, a snarl took over his face.
“You do know that I have a TV at the college. I know who they are. All of them.” I laughed and the other lowered their weapons.
“So Tony, you never told us you had a daughter, and such a gorgeous one too.” Thor smirked and bowed his head. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady (Y/N).” He took my hand and gently kissed my knuckles. “So, how’s your brother complex going Thor?” Loki, tried to hide a laugh, at which he clearly failed. Thor, on the other hand, looked at me with wide eyes and a faint blush on his cheeks. “What?” I laughed, rolling my eyes.
“Is my room still available?” Tony nodded and I grabbed my bags, making my way to the elevator.
As soon as I was, what the others thought, out of earshot, they began asking tony questions. Even though, it was mostly Thor asking what I meant with ‘brother complex’.
No one noticed the handsome god making his way to the elevator too.
“So you are Starks little princess.” He didn’t look at me, just stared at the elevator doors.
“I’m neither little nor a princess. I’m his adopted daughter. I guess we have something in common.” I smirked at him. Before he could talk again, the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.
“Excuse me.” I walked out and smirked to myself, picturing his face.

Finally in my room, I noticed one problem. The last time I’ve been here, I apparently still had my ‘pink phase’. My walls were pink and so was my most of my furniture. That was a real problem.
“Jarvis. Where is the next interior centre? Oh and I need some new clothes and a new wallpaper. This one won’t do.” I left my bag on the floor and exited the room again.
“Anything else, Miss (Y/N)?” Jarvis artificial voice inquired. “Yes, I need my father’s credit card and a car. Send the location of the store to my phone, would you?”
“The location is send. And I think your father’s (F/C) would be to your liking.” My phone buzzed and I had the location.
“I think so too Jarvis. The keys are still where they always are?” Jarvis answered with a polite ‘Yes Miss’ and I took the elevator up to the living room again.
“Hey sweet pea, do you need anything?” Tony sat with the others, drink in hand.
“Yes, your credit card.” I shot the others a tight lipped smile, looking back at my father. “What for?” He stood up and got his wallet out of his jeans pocket.
“Have you seen my room? It’s pink.” He laughed and passed it to me. “Need any help?” “I’ll let Jarvis let you know when I’m back so you can help carry most of the stuff to my room. And maybe we can fix it together.” He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. “Of course kiddo.”

After my shopping trip, I drove back to the Avengers Tower, telling Jarvis to let my father know of my return. The answer wasn’t really what I hoped for.
“Your father asked me to tell you that they had to go on a mission. He is sorry Miss (Y/N).” Jarvis’s voice followed me to the elevator. Biting my tounge, I shook my head.
“I know Jarvis, I know.” I moved the wallpaper and everything I needed to remove my old wallpaper to the elevator. The new floor I chose, was too heavy, so I had to wait for my father’s return anyway.
I brought all the stuff to my room, but immediately lost my interest in redecorating it.
It was almost lunch time anyway, so I decided to go to the kitchen and cook something for myself.
I didn’t expect Loki to be sitting in the living room, reading.
“I thought you were out on a mission.” I checked the fridge and cupboards, deciding what I should cook. “Well, they never take me with them. Not that I’m complaining.” Loki didn’t look up from his book, but his voice was softer than I expected.
“Know how that feels. Want something to eat?” I leaned against the kitchen counter, looking at the Trickster God. “Deepens on what you’re cooking.” “I thought about Carbonara.” I took everything I needed out of the fridge and the cupboards, laying it out before me.
“What is that?” Loki quietly came up behind me, surprising me. “God, Loki! Warn me the next time you sneak up on me!” I looked at him with wide eyes, but he just grinned.
“There would be no fun if I did that, pet.” He looked over my shoulder at the ingredients, still grinning. “Don’t get used to the nickname Loki. My name is (Y/N) and you’ll call me exactly that.”
He had a mischievous glint in his eyes, but nodded.
“So, do you want some, or not?” I looked at him and put my hands against his chest, trying to get a little distance between me and the god.
“Why not?” He went back to the couch, leaving me alone in the kitchen.
I was in the middle of cooking when my phone buzzed.
“Hey dad. How’s the mission going?” I put the phone between my right ear and shoulder and continued to stir the pasta.
“Just fine honey! You fucking-! Sorry, I just wanted to -Oh come on!- check if everything’s okay -Asshole!- over there.” He was still in his suite, fighting against whatever.
“Everything’s perfect. Call me again when you’re finished. Love you.” I hung up before he could answer, taking my phone and putting it back on the counter.
“Miss (Y/N), I am supposed to tell you that your father loves you too.” “Thanks Jarvis.”
Deciding the pasta was ready, I put a sieve into the sink and lifted the pot. I was just sieving the pasta when Loki appeared behind me again, affectively scaring me. I let go of the pot and the hot water splashed onto my hands.
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I fell to the floor, pressing my hands to my chest. Loki, looked worried for once.
“Where does it hurt?” He put his hands out, waiting for me to put mine into his.
“Stay away you creep! God!” Huffing he took my hands and the pain almost immediately lessened. Loki closed his eyes and focused, his hands becoming colder by the second.
And there was something else. His hands turned blue and some sort of pattern appeared on his skin. Slowly, his whole body, at least everything I could see, became blue and had the same pattern. The next time he opened his eyes, they were blood red. But that wasn’t it, there were also so many emotions in them. Fear, insecurity, shame. All those emotions were behind those eyes that looked at me pleadingly. Pleading that I don’t throw him away like so many others did.
I took my hands out of his and a new emotion appeared, hurt. Seeing this, I immediately put my left hand back in his. With my right, I touched his cheek. It was as cold as ice but I didn’t pull back. I couldn’t. All the emotions were gone, replaced by confusion and happiness.
“You’re not scared?” After a few minutes of silence he spoke up. “Why should I? You’re beautiful.” He huffed and pulled back. Before I could say something he vanished into thin air, leaving me alone on the kitchen floor.

I sat there for about ten minutes, until Jarvis asked if I was alright. After telling him that everything was fine and he mustn’t tell my father about what just happened, I finished cooking. As soon as I was done eating, I filled a plate and brought it to Loki’s room. It was the first time I noticed that his room was on the same floor as mine.
I knocked on the door and waited for a response, which never came. So I slowly opened the door and looked inside. The room was in green and gold, there were also a big bed and a very comfortable looking reading chair. The walls were lined with bookshelves the reached the ceiling.
“What do you want?” His voice as sharp as the knife he was playing with in bed.
“I just brought you something to eat. If you still want it.” I walked inside the room and put the plate down on his nightstand. “Well, if you’re in a better mood, I could use your help. My room is just down the hall, last one on the right. See you!” I was just about to leave the room when he grabbed my left hand.
“How are your hands?” He inspected it carefully, but didn’t find anything, so he let go again. “I’m sorry about that. I’ll be more careful from now on.” He looked me in the eyes and I knew, even though he was the God of Mischief, his words were true. So I nodded and left his room, getting ready to work on my room.

It took me a few hours, but I managed to break down all my furniture. Now I remembered why I asked my father to help me. It took a while to get all the stuff out of my room, but somehow, I did it. I brought it downstairs into the garage, leaving it there for the moment.
Taking the elevator, I went back up again.
“Jarvis, put on some music. This will take a while.”
Dancing to ‘Back in Black’ from AC DC, I began to scrape the wallpaper down. Even though Tony wasn’t my biological father, we had a lot in common. We liked the same music, were intelligent and loved building things. He had his suit and I had my hover board. I only used it on the large campus, what can I say? I’m too lazy to walk all the time and it’s a lot faster.
It took me some time to convince the University council to allow me to use it, but it’s definitely a pro to be Tony Stark’s daughter. And I never broke something.
Well…except for the time one of the other students ran in my way. And the time the board had a malfunction. Oh, and the time…! Let’s not dwell on the past…right?
Either way. We had enough in common for him to be my real father. The only thing that wouldn’t fit, is that he actually wanted me. Sure, I was the one that practically begged him to adopt me, but he still chose me.
Being absorbed in my thoughts, I didn’t notice the handsome god entering my room.
“Midgard to (Y/N)?” He tapped my shoulder, making me spin around and threaten him with my spatula.
“Loki! What did you say about not surprising me?!” I took the spatula down and looked at him with wide eyes. “I tried to warn you, but you didn’t react.” Huffing I turned around and continued scrapping at the wall.
“Do you need to get that down?” He stood in the middle of my room, looking around.
“Yup. All four walls need to be bare.” I could barely finish before Loki snipped his fingers and the walls were naked.
“Can you also put those up on the wall?” I pointed at the wallpaper rolls, lying on the floor.
Snipping again, my walls were covered in the wallpaper and the rolls were gone.
“My ceiling should look like a sky full of stars.” I grinned at the men-I mean god, in front of me and he smirked. This time, he moved his hands around and a few seconds later, my ceiling was covered in blinking stars.
“Wow.” I looked around my room, more than happy with the result. “I thought they took all your magic?” He smirked at me. “They took enough from me so I can’t escape. But I can still teleport inside this place and I can use a little magic. Enough to help you redecorate your room.”
“Perfect! Come with me!” Taking his hand, I pulled him to the elevator and to the garage, where my new floor still waited.
“By the way, what is a ‘creep’?” Loki looked at me, confusion written all over his face. We were standing in the elevator, going down.
I couldn’t supress a snicker. “A person that kind of scares you, but…more like…I don’t even know. Google it.” “Google?” Face palming myself, I stepped out of the elevator, walking to the pyramid of floorboards.
“This needs to go up into my room.” Nodding, he snipped again and the pyramid vanished.
“Can I keep you?” I took his hand again and pulled him to the elevator. Instead of answering my, very serious question, he chuckled and followed me.
Upstairs he changed the floor for me and asked me if I needed anything else.
“Well…a bed would be nice. But all the shops are closed by now. Your magic is not enough to teleport things from a magazine or the internet into this room, is it?”
Loki shook his head.
“You can sleep in your father’s bed. His other half isn’t here right now.”
“Yuck no! I don’t want to know how many times the both of them had sex in there!” Chuckling at my response he walked out of my room.
“Wait! Can I sleep at yours tonight?” I leaned out the door, watching his back.
“Who says I don’t masturbate?”
“You probably do, but you’re not my father! That only makes it half as gross.”
“Be my guest!” He entered his room, leaving me grinning at the door to my room.
This is definitely going to be fun.

BTS Reactions | You catching them naked

You walk in on the boys naked. Cuz you’re not the only one who should have to deal with the embarrassment >_<

Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by wanna-be-korean-unicorn

As you walked into your home you could hear Jin singing around. He always did that, and it was one of the best sounds to get home to. You walked around for a bit, calling out for him as you left your things at the living room table. You heard when he said, ‘just a minute’, but you were so absent minded that it didn’t even register itself in your brain. 

“Jin what are we having for-” as you walked into your room your body came to a halt. 

Jin looked back at you from where he was standing, a smile opening on his lips as he saw your blush from looking at his bare body. 

“I’m so sorry” you exclaimed as you closed the door, running away 

“Wait Baby! Don’t you want to look at my beautiful body?” he snickered as he went after you. 

Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by jjeonguk

“Joon, I really need your help wit-”

He thanked the gods that he was turned around when you first walked into the bathroom. You would definitely mock him if you saw the deep blush on his face. Namjoon heard you inhale and mutter apologies before the door slammed shut behind him. And now he had enough time to get his confidence back. 

As he walked into the living room you were sitting motionless on the couch, your eyes widened at the ground as you tried to process what was going on. But as soon as his large feet speared in your line of sight your head shot up, your eyes landing on something that you had still not seen. 

With a smirk, Namjoon cleared his throat, making you look at his face, “what did you need help with baby? I’m sure it was important” 

Min Yoongi

Originally posted by martina-07

As you walked around the house your head turned from side to side. You groaned as Yoongi was nowhere to be found, he did promise to help you after all. You heard his small hums from his room and went straight for the door, the thought of knocking not even crossing your mind.

As soon as he heard your sharp inhale, he smirked. Even with his back turned towards you, he knew you were blushing. Yoongi turned his head towards you slowly, taking his time, as if he was completely unfazed with the situation. When he was fully faced towards you, you forced your eyes to look at his, your blush deepening as you saw the knowing look he held at you. When he bit down on his lip you were sure that you had a heart attack, but nothing could have prepared you for his words, 

“What are you waiting for baby? Come here”

Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by kpoop

He grabbed his stuff as he walked out the bathroom, his towel in hand as he already finished drying himself. He walked around the house looking for his things, his body moving quickly as he was in a rush. 

You heard him coming out of the shower, a sigh leaving your mouth. You had barely arrived at his house to leave when he was running towards the shower, completely ignoring your presence and the fact that you were late. You groaned once again but as he walked into the living room you gasped

“Omg put some clothes on?” you cried, fake covering your eyes 

At first, he was taken aback by your words, he had completely forgotten about your presence. But he saw your blushing face underneath your hands he couldn’t help but embarrass you further 

“Why, don’t you like it?” he smirked, making you speechless, if only for a moment before he was chuckling and running towards his room to get ready 

Park Jimin

Originally posted by jimiyoong

As soon as you walked into your house, you were running. Damn you needed to rush to get ready and the chaos in your living room just wasn’t helping. You cringed at the thought of having people over with this mess and started wondering why the hell Jimin hadn’t cleaned it up yet. 

You heard shuffling from the bathroom and a low grunt, followed by curses that your boyfriend only says when he’s extremely annoyed. Damn, he was late, just like you, and you needed to rush to get ready. 

Without even bothering to knock you opened the door, your cheeks instantly blushing as you came face to face with Jimin’s rock hard abs, his muscles leading your eyes towards your favorite-

“Couldn’t even wait to see right, baby girl?” Jimin smirked as he saw just how big of an effect he had on you. 

You blushed harder as your eyes met his, but right as he started walking towards you, you ran out of the room

“We do not have time for this Park Jimin!”

Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

 Movie night was on and finally, the boys were out so you could do it at Taehyung’s place. He asked you to come in and wait for him in the living room, and soon enough you were hearing your boyfriend humming as he entered the room. 

As soon as he did, your smile flattened, a large blush covering your cheeks as your eyes roamed everywhere over his body. Taehyung noticed you, a smirk opening up on his lips. 

“Oh hi baby” he smiled 

“Why are you naked?!” you shouted, your hands covering up your eyes, at least a little bit 

“Well, it is my house” he pondered, laughing at your state 

“Go get dressed!” you demanded, blushing harder at his smirk 

He stared at you once more, giving you a flirty wink before he chuckled his way towards his room, finally allowing you to breathe.

Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by jeonwilds

Jungkook stood in front of his closet, contemplating what to wear to your date. He knew that you would be home soon, so he had to rush, but he was just nervous. He needed to look cool, manly, show you that he was not just the baby of the group, but right as he was getting his head in the game, you opened the door

“Kookie are you-“”

Your breath hitched as you came face to face with Jungkook firm ass. This muscles tightened under your gaze, the boy not turning to face as if to hide the blush on his face. But curiosity got the best of him, and when he saw your widened eyes, his confidence came rushing back.

“Are you sure you still want to call me Kookie, baby girl?” He smirked as he turned towards you

Clueless.

Request from @deanwinnchesterisbae​: Bucky X Reader, reader’s on her period and Bucky has no idea what to do, hilarity ensues and Nat has to help him out. Fluff, cuteness, all of the snuggly Bucky (because who wouldn’t wanna cuddle the shit out of that man while in pain?)

Note: I was definitely giggling to myself as I wrote this lol!

Bucky x Period!Reader

Words: 1,364

Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine so all credit goes to their creators <3

“Agent Barnes I am sorry to disturb you but I noticed that your alarm did not sound out so I thought it would be best that I wake you myself.”

Oh the joys of having a computer system that could patch into your room without so much as a word of consent from yourself.

“There was a reason for that F.R.I.D.A.Y.” A tired groan left Bucky’s lips as he moved his metal arm to wrap around what should have been your torso….only to be met with nothing but an empty space where you had once been. His brows furrowed. “Are you able to locate [y/n]?”

It only took the system a few seconds to respond back to him with your whereabouts.

“Agent [l/n] is currently in the bathroom although upon further scanning I can see that her stress levels are higher than normal.”

You were stressed? This came as quite the surprise to the super soldier given the night you had just spent together, as far as he was concerned you had been happy – more than happy from the sounds he had remembered hearing from you. A rather smug little smirk began to tug onto his lips as he could hear said noises replaying in his mind but he was soon snapped out of his thoughts when you heard your voice coming from the bathroom.

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Hummingbird Heartbeat

Pairing; Finn Balor x Reader

Summary: Finn’s been in a fully committed relationship with wrestling and no one else. He thinks it’s going to be that way forever until Becky throws a birthday party and invites her incredibly cute cousin. 

Warnings: Language and Fluff.  

Word Count: 6,154

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The incessant honking from the car parked in his driveway continued to blare throughout the neighborhood even after he was stumbling out the front door, still trying to slip his Vans on. 

It would have been one thing if he wasn’t late already - having lost track of time at the gym - but now Sami and Ben seemed to just be adding emphasis to their feelings about his lack of socializing outside of work; the longer the car horn blared, the more time the two of his friends would probably spend on expressing their opinions about Finn’s need to go out and be more social. 

“Well it’s about damn time” Sami shouts from the driver’s seat, “thought you were just going to hide out in your bedroom and ignore us until we drove away… again.”

“Sorry, sorry. Lost track of time, I was helping Matt train some of the newcomers at the performance center,” Finn huffs, running to the backseat and sliding in. 

Ben turns around in the passenger seat and looks at him, “You ever gonna give yourself a break man? You were never hired to be a trainer.”

“I know that, Matt just really appreciates the help sometimes.”

Sami speaks up next, cranking the ignition and peeling out the driveway, “Yeah, but you need to get a life man, when’s the last time you did something that didn’t involve wrestling”

The question is answered with silence, because Finn really can’t remember the last time he did something unrelated to work, and he hates himself for that. It’s not like he’s intentionally cut himself off from the social world, he’s just always wanted to be the best. 

No one becomes the best if they don’t work at it twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. 

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I hate you │5

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

summary:  The fuckboy can’t help it but get protective when you’re in danger
member: Jeon Jungkook x reader
genre: fluff, romance, angst
word count: 2.5k
warnings: fuckboy!Jungkook badboy!Jungkook
I hate you Masterlist 123 4 5 6 7 (ongoing)

A/N: For some reason, “I hate you 2″ doesn’t show up anywhere as if the post doesn’t exist, even the link doesn’t work on my phone. Do you guys have any idea why? please message me if you do. P.S I have the next part planned out, but it’s gonna take awhile, so please don’t expect it to be posted tomorrow. I’ll post it somewhere this week though. 


You have successfully ignored his presence the whole day. Meeting him, looking him in the eyes would once again remind you how much you actually hated him. He didn’t seem to mind ignored by you either, but then after the class ended he approached you in the hallway.

“Hey” -he greeted you as if nothing had happened yesterday. What else did you expect? an apology? from someone like him?

“Your turn”- you said with as indifferent and uninterested tone as you could. You would never show him that he had any kind of effect on you. You took the diary out of your bag and threw it at him, just like he had done to you the day before. 

“I know you have every right to be mad at me but let me explain”-his words were barely audible, clearly not used to explaining his actions to others and feeling ashamed because of it.

“I’m not angry at you and you don’t owe me any kind of explanation, it’s none of my business, remember?”

“It’s not like that, I.. uh just hear me out”-he reached out his hand to touch your arm but stopped in the middle. To hide what he intended to do he took his hand back and placed it on the back of his neck. 

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You Drive Me Crazy (Star Lord Reader Insert)

Anon Request: May I please request a star lord one shot where you and Peter really hate each other and you always disobey his orders and you’re both constantly fight but there’s lots of sexual tension and one day you and him get trapped in the ship and you’re yelling at him and he’s had enough and smutty smut where we get dominant star lord? Thank you you soooo much oh and btw I ADORE YOUR WRITING💕/hiiii, so idek how to say this but i really want a ‘bad girl’ and spanking/daddy kink going on with our sexy star-dork, i meant, star-lord. let’s make it very rough and animalistic. oh god i need help im sorry im awkward. thank you so much and im a fan of your work :)

Warnings: smut, language, orgasm denial, daddy!kink, spanking, overall roughness

Words: 2836

i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in like 10 years but here ya go! enjoy!

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The loud slam of your door echoed through the ship. God, you needed to either punch something or scream. He was so goddamn infuriating and you were reaching your breaking point. Peter was always on your ass about something and he was especially pissy today just because you didn’t listen to him on the mission.

Essentially, your plan was much better than his. But because he was the great Star Lord and everything had to go his way or else he’d throw a bitch fit, you went with his idea. Basically, you were sent out to stop some group of galactic douchebags who were on a rampage planet over planet, stealing and murdering innocent people. Their leader was an easy target, for he was obnoxious and gaudy whenever he made his appearance.

“Stay behind and wait for the signal,” Peter ordered. You rolled your eyes, but cooperated and got into place with him behind the grimy dumpster. However, the leader came stumbling out of the bar he was currently pillaging. He was obviously inebriated, judging by his slightly greened, yellow skin and the sloppy smile painted across his face. And, there were also only three of his bodyguards with him. There couldn’t have been a more golden opportunity.

Moving to charge at them, Peter stopped you by grabbing your ankle. He was still crouched on the ground and he shot you warning look that let you know if you did this, you’d be in trouble later. Deep down, you relished in pissing him off, so you silently blew him a kiss and slipped out from behind your hiding place.

It was almost too easy enough taking them down. A few good punches and a swift kick to the groin later, they were all whining on the ground like newborns babies. Even though you’d earned yourself a nice bruise to the cheek, you grinned valiantly in Peter’s direction. However, the loud bang of the bar door being kicked open made you jump and, once the rest of the group saw their leader was on unconscious on the ground with you standing over him, and all out warfare began. You were lucky enough to dodge the first few blasts of gunfire and run back behind the dumpster as the Guardians shot back.

Once the firing had stopped and bodies lied splayed across the ground, you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair calmingly. Your wrist was gripped tightly by none other that Quill, who pulled you up harshly from your stooped position into a standing one.

“What the hell happened to the plan?” he gritted. You tried pulling your hand away but he was stronger, especially when he was angry.

“I improvised,” you replied coolly. This time, you were successful in ripping your arm back and you turned on your heel before walking away. Usually, this was his cue to shut up and drop it. But, when you heard his heavy footsteps behind you and felt his taut grip on your upper arm, it seemed as though this was far from over.

“Don’t walk away from me!” he yelled, stopping you in place. Your eyes widened slightly at the volume of his voice, for he was never one to really yell, but you quickly recouped yourself. “I am sick and tired of you not listening to me! You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep pulling stupid shit like this!”

To be fair, he was right. You didn’t listen to him or anyone for that matter. Taking orders from someone else was something you rarely did and, because of that fact, there were always problems between Peter and yourself. He wanted to control you, you didn’t want to be controlled.

“Back off, Star Bitch,” you fought back, using that name you knew he loathed. “I took him down just like I was supposed to. What more do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop acting like a bratty little kid and take orders properly!” He stepped closer to you in an attempt to be intimidating. You moved even closer, unafraid while almost completely closing the space between you two.

“I don’t need to take orders from anyone, especially you!”

Peter’s glare was hard, eyes narrowed and ablaze. You weren’t scared of him whatsoever and definitely weren’t going to be talked down to like you were born yesterday. The bickering and fighting continued all the way back to the ship and was only interrupted when the talking tree said his only line.

“I am Groot.”

“Haha, I was thinking the same thing,” Rocket laughed. Simultaneously, you and Peter both directed your daggering glances from each other to the small raccoon. He held his paws up in defense and shook his head, still chuckling obnoxiously. “Hey, don’t look at me. I didn’t say it.”

“Then what did he say?” you demanded.

“That you two should just do it already.” Unintentionally, your jaw dropped at the insane thought. You, luckily, were able to fight down the heat that threatened to crawl up your cheeks and come up with something to say back so you didn’t look as dumbfounded as you felt.

“Sorry, but huge asshole isn’t my type.”

“Well, aggravating bitch isn’t mine,” Peter retorted. You huffed and rolled your eyes, storming back to your bunk. This was always happening, but it’d never gone this far. Anger boiled deep within you and your mind wandered around murder and how to get away with it.  There suddenly was a loud pounding at your door and you groaned loudly as you were forced to get up. After maliciously flinging the door open the door, it was none other than Quill again.

“And by the way- whoa!” He was cut off short by his body being forced in a collision with yours. Losing your balance, the both of you fell to the ground in a heap with the weight of his body almost crushing you completely. You caught a glimpse of Drax before the the door slammed shut, meaning he was the one who pushed him, and a heavy click followed. Shoving Peter off, you got up and went to open the door. When you pressed the button, and an ear piercing hiss was heard. Judging by the sound, someone must’ve rewired your door to lock from the outside and you resorted to pounding your hands against it.

“Let us out!” you called, still thumping your palms against the exit.

“Oh no, neither of you are getting out of there until you make up… or make out,” Rocket announced through the door. You faintly heard him snicker to himself before he continued. “Seriously though, you guys are giving us all a headache.”

“If you don’t let us out of here, I swear I’m going to skin you alive,” you threatened, desperate to leave this confined space. Especially when Peter was in there with you.

“We’ll be back later and if you have to go, try holding it in. Have fun!”

“Rocket!” you screamed. Giving up, you turned around and leaned back against the door, sliding down into a slump on the floor.

You went for God knows how long without talking. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? The concept of time seemed to disappear more and more as the tension grew the same. Finally, he spoke.

“This is all your fault,” Peter muttered to himself, now lounging like a fat cat on top of your bed. How dare he?

“You got something to say, Star Bitch?” you sassed, getting up from your seated position. You strutted over to the bed where he lied lazily with his hands folded behind his head and you put your own hands on your hips. At the mention of the nickname he hated, Quill glared up at you and sat up.

“Yeah, (Y/N), I do. This is all your fault,” he repeated while standing up so he could tower over you.

“Please elaborate for me.”

“Well maybe, just maybe, if you listened to me for once in your goddamn life,” he explained condescendingly whilst taking steps forward, urging you to step back, “none of this would’ve happened.”

“Well maybe, just maybe, you can kiss my ass.” And with that, you pushed past him and went to sit on your bed, arms folded under your chest. However, he quickly pulled you up from your seated position and slammed you against the wall, holding your wrists down so you couldn’t move. His movements were fast and, on impact, almost knocked the wind out of your lungs. “Get your hands of me you piece of-”

You were cut off short by his lips pressed in a bruising kiss against yours. It was astonishing, for it was the last thing you expected. A war raged within your mind, battling between whether to still be angry or not. It was very confusing. You welcomed yelling and screaming, maybe even some hitting, but this newfound intimacy was shocking. And judging by the growing warmth in the pit of your stomach, you weren’t completely dissatisfied with it. An unintentional moan escaped your throat as your eyes fluttered closed and you finally joining in the kiss.

Your wrists were still pinned against the wall so you unable to touch him and his grip tightened even more as he moved to nip sensually at your neck. Gasping as his teeth sunk into your delicate flesh, he sucked a mark then move to whisper against your ear.

“You need to learn how to listen and not be so defiant,” he muttered, his voice an octave lower than usual, “and, obviously, I’m gonna be the one to have to teach you.”

Even though his tone was an enormous turn on, his words themselves were not. Something in the back of your mind still didn’t sit well with obeying him, but you played along with his little game anyways.

“Now,” he began as he released your hands to grab your ass instead, “what was it you were about to call me?” You hesitated, debating on whether or not to actually tell him you were going to call him a piece of shit. But he was impatient and demanded your answer by pressing his thigh against your pant-clad, yet heated, core. You threw your head back against the wall and began melting slowly. “Answer me.”

“Daddy,” you moaned, not actually meaning to call him that. As soon as it slipped out, you immediately felt embarrassed and awaited a snarky remark about your secret kink.

“That’s more like it,” he hummed. This whole experience was just surprise after surprise and, to be honest, you didn’t want it to stop. “Anything I say, you do and you ask for permission otherwise. Understand?”

“Yeah.”

Yeah?

“Yes,” you corrected yourself. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Go over to the bed.”

You wanted to put up a fight, you wanted to give him a hard time but your legs were already shuffling towards his desired spot. He strutted up behind you and moved your hair to one side to leave rough kiss on the nape of your neck. His lips smirked against your skin when you moaned and Quill forced you onto the bed on your hands and knees. You kept your face forward and suddenly felt your pants being tugged past your hips, consequently exposing your butt to the mild air of the vessel. His fingers traced the curve of your bottom and you shivered with delight, feeling yourself getting wetter with anticipation.

“Count them,” he ordered. Before you could question what he meant, a hard slap made contact with your skin. It stung badly but he soothed it over with the palm of his hand.

“One,” you said, breathing uneven. Smack after smack after smack, your cheeks turning bright red under his hard touch. You were at 13 now and you could barely take anymore. Peter could tell by your heavy pants that you were though and flipped you over so that your back was pressed against the soft mattress.

Peter took his jacket off and threw it across the room a little too dramatically. It fell into the corner with a loud thud and you would’ve laughed at his over-intense attitude had your clothes not been practically being ripped off.

Your top was ripped over your head, your bra snapped open, your pants pulled off your legs, leaving you only in your panties. In the heat of the moment, you forgot the rules and tried pulling at his soft cotton shirt. Quill stopped, smacking your hands away and grabbing your jaw to make your look at him. His eyes were cold and serious and you felt anxious as you lie naked underneath him.

“What did I say?” he asked harshly.

“Anything you say, I do and I ask for permission otherwise,” you repeated his words from before meekly.

“Good girl. And did you ask permission to take off my clothes?”

“Peter, c’mon, I-”

“Excuse me?”

“Daddy, please. I want you,” you begged. Your body was hot and on fire, for all you wanted was him. It was taking too long and patience wasn’t one of your virtues. He began trailing kisses down your body and you shivered under each one. His teeth grazed over your hip bone as his finger hooked under the waistband of your underwear. Then, he pried you thighs open, holding your legs tightly in place and exposing your wetness.

Peter nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, the scruff of his beard slightly tickling you.

“Daddy,” you pleaded again, desperate for something. He chuckled a little to himself before ghosting his tongue all the way up your pussy, getting a full taste. You gasped at the terrific sensation, which egged him on. He sucked on your clit, licked patterns around and dipped his tongue inside you. My God, he was good at this. It seemed as though he was everywhere at once, a climax slowly consuming you. Your lower stomach burned with need and you called out his name, so close to it. Then he pulled away completely. You looked down to see his that stupid smirk he always wore. He crawled up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips.

“It’s about time I make you as frustrated as you make me. You don’t come until I say so.”

“God, Peter, I swear- oh!” He curled his fingers inside you, stroking your g-spot with each pump. Just like before, you were at the edge only to be left there without release when he pulled away again. It took everything in you not to just finish yourself off, but you waited as best you could as you watched him remove his garments. You reveled in his incredible physique, his line of work keeping him in amazing shape.

Then he pounced on you, completely nude with a striking erection. His muscles were robust, his body hard against yours. He smelled of his masculine cologne and intoxicating musk that you could get used to. You waited for it, the sweetness you’d feel when he was finally giving it to you, but it never came. Instead, he littered your neck with kisses and bites which, while it was enjoyable, you wanted to cherry on top.

“Daddy, I want you to fuck me, please,” you whined. He grinned against you skin then moved to nibble on your ear.

“Are you gonna listen to me from now on? Be a good girl for me?” he bargained. When the words ‘good girl’ fell from his lips, your hunger only grew more insatiable. You’d never nodded harder in your life and as soon as you agreed, because you knew he wanted it too, he thrust into you. A loud moan was heard on your part and you were thankful everyone was gone or else they would’ve surely heard it.

His cock was thick and filled you perfectly. Peter started off slow, then picked up and an incredible pace. You were already so close, but you held out the best you could. His skin was dewy and you wanted to lick every inch of it.

“Daddy, please can I?” you breathed needily.

“Go ahead, babygirl.” In a matter of second, with the help of that little pet name, you were shouting his name to the rooftops as you finally got what you wanted. Heat flashes and stars consumed you as you exhaled, feeling all the tension wash away. Quill came too, a heavy grunt and a ‘fuck’ enacted from him.

He rolled down next to you, both of you sweaty and sticky but satisfied completely. About 2 minutes later, the same loud click from before was heard and you had just enough time to cover your exposed body before Rocket strolled in with a grossed out look on his face.

“So, I see you two… made up,” he hesitated. You couldn’t help laughing a little and Peter joined in. Rocket groaned and turned to leave. “You humans are so disgusting, I swear…”

Yes Captain (Steve Rogers x Reader One-Shot)

Summary: You sass Captain Steve Rogers, your boyfriend, on a mission and he’s not too happy about it.  You know your favorite punishment awaits you when you get back.

Words: 2,260 (I need to learn to narrow it down!)

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Ok, this is probably not the greatest for two reasons. One, I typed this quickly.  Two, I’ve never wrote full on smut before.  I’m still practicing so I hope to get better in the future.  I hope you enjoy!

You had been working as an Avenger for the past few years now, and you loved every minute of it.  You weren’t a superhero, or a rage monster, or a God, but you were a master assassin and a master hacker.  You were orphaned at age 15, after both your parents were killed in a small plane accident.  Being in foster care wasn’t for you, and you soon ditched that and ran away, but not before learning a few hacking skills from your foster siblings.  You’re parents left you money in their will, but you weren’t allowed to get into that account until you turned 18.  As you became more educated in the hacking world, you were able to hack into the account with ease; and from there, you were able to live off that money.  

One day while searching the deep web, you came across a company that would train you as a master assassin, for the right price.  Seeing as you got bored easily, you decided to give it a go and spent the next four years training with them.  You soon became their best trainee they ever had; you were always a fast learner which made it easy.  You thought you were good enough to stay off the radar, but alas, S.H.E.I.L.D found you, well, more like Nick Fury.  He cornered you on the street one day while you were getting groceries and he gave you an offer you couldn’t refuse.  You usually liked to work alone, but being in a team setting intrigued you and peeked your interest.

Next thing you knew, you were moving into the Avengers Tower and you found yourself a whole new family. You were closest with Clint and Natasha seeing as you three had the most in common with being trained as assassins. Usually you always sparred with one of them, until one day, you were to spar with the Captain himself, Steve Rogers. You had to admit, you did have a crush on him.  I mean seriously, who wouldn’t?  That all American boy next door face and those huge shoulders and arms; arms strong enough to pin you down as he slammed into you.  Okay, yes, those first few months you fantasized about him, a lot.  

One day while on a mission, you had sassed back to him.  You were sarcastic, you couldn’t help it!  Turns out, Steve does not like being sassed to while on a mission as he takes them very seriously.  After the debriefing of the mission, you made your way back to your room where he followed you.  An argument ensued, clothes were ripped off, and that was how you found out Captain America himself loved being dominant in the bedroom.  He loved taking you to the edge, just to pull back in order to punish you for sassing him.  

You were able to keep your relationship purely physical for a little bit, but soon, both of your emotions got caught in the middle.  You had a serious talk about what you both wanted out of it, and it turned out, you both wanted it to be a real relationship.  You were ecstatic for two reasons; one, Steve in public and around others was the sweet, gentle, perfect boyfriend; two, in the bedroom, Steve was dominant and demanding, just the way you loved it.  The two of you did make love every once and awhile, but that was usually reserved for special occasions or when either of you got hurt on a mission.

It was early in the morning as you were putting on your suit and getting ready for a mission; Steve already getting things prepared on the Quinjet.  Your suit was almost identical to Natasha’s, but you had a few more hidden compartments for your knives.  You were great with a gun, but you were perfection with knives; your specialty. Clint and Bucky were the only other ones accompany you and Steve on the mission.  Natasha was supposed to go but ended up getting injured on her last mission and she wasn’t clear for battle yet.  It was a simple mission; go in, hack into the mainframe, get out.  Tony was throwing a party tonight.  You had no idea why, the man was always throwing parties, but you didn’t mind; always willing to let loose after a mission.

A few hours later the four of you were airborne, heading towards your site.  

“Everyone got their earpiece in?” Steve asked with his Captain voice.  The voice you loved.

“Yep” Clint and Bucky said in unison.

“Aye aye el Capitan!” you said with a smirk on your face.  Steve gave you a look which you knew too well.  While he was always professional when he was leading a mission, he couldn’t help but worry because you were his girl.  You always tried to lighten the mood, to get him to smile, but it wasn’t working today.  

“Alright, Bucky and I will clear the outside of guards, and then move in to take out anybody inside.   Y/N, Clint, find the mainframe, get the data we need, and get out.  Are you clear?” Steve asked as everybody nodded.

The Quinjet lands as Steve takes your hand to lead you to the back.  “You be careful in there Y/N.  This should be an easy mission.  In and Out.  Got it?”

Being the sarcastic ass you were, you couldn’t help what came out of your mouth, “That’s what she said.”

Steve let out a frustrated sigh at your words as he tilted his head back.  “Really Y/N?”

“I’m sorry!  I couldn’t help it!  You walked right into that one!!” you giggle as you stand on your tip toes to give him a kiss, his lips perfectly melting into yours.  “I’ll behave, I promise.”

“You better”, he says as he grips your ass, “or there will be punishments involved.”  He gives you one more swift kiss before he joins Bucky up front, then rush outside.  

After a few moments you heard Steve over your comms, “First and second floors clear.  Clint, Y/N, go straight ahead to the stairs when you come in.”

“Our turn” Clint said as he gripped his bow.

The two of you came barreling out of the Quinjet, running straight inside the warehouse and up the stairs.  Quickly scanning the rooms of the long hallway, you finally reached your destination. Just as you were about to kick open the door to the mainframe, you heard footsteps nearing you and soon enough, there were a half dozen guards.  

“Go, I got this” Clint said as he raised his bow.

You kicked open the door, gun aimed in front as you surveyed the room.  No guards.  “Mainframe is clear.  Clint’s outside the door taking care of guards.  This doesn’t look difficult so I should be-ungf” you cut off as one guard shoved you into the desk.  He used one arm to pin your arms behind your back as his other smashed your head into the tablet. “Mother fucker!” you yelled.

“Y/N what’s going on?” you heard Steve over your comms, concern lacing his voice.

The more you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, the harder he gripped your arms and slammed your head into the desk.  You could taste the blood from your lip busting open as your cheek throbbed in pain.

“Agent Y/L/N!!” Steve said with more authority, “What’s happening!  Are you okay?  Barton, can you get to Y/N?”

“A little tied up at the moment Cap” Clint stated as he will still fighting off the guards outside the door.

“I’m FINE!” you snap back, finally finding your voice.  In that moment, you were able to finally able to get into a position to fight back.  You kicked your leg back and shattered the guards kneecap as he fell with a thud.  Turning around, you threw a small circular Taser at him; he convulsed and then passed out.  You plugged in your USB and got to work.  

You heard shuffling right outside the door before it burst open.  Turning your head, you saw three worried men staring at you.  “Hello boys” you say coyly, “just about finished.”

Once you were finished, the four of you rushed to the Quinjet and took off, heading straight back to the Avengers Tower to get ready for the party.  Steve wouldn’t even look at you and you know you pissed him off. You had been sarcastic, sassed back, and got yourself injured.  That was the one thing Steve hated about missions with you.  Even if the injuries were miniscule, it always put him in a sour mood.  

There wouldn’t be time for debriefing tonight because of the party; that would have to wait until the morning.  You made your way to your room; Steve nowhere in sight.  You stripped off your suit and headed into your shower, washing the grime away.  You winced as the water hit your face; your cheek already bruising and your lip slightly swollen from it being cut open.  You heard your bathroom door slam and you knew it was Steve immediately. He opened your shower door and he stood there naked, naked and perfect.  You saw Steve naked too many times to count, but he always took your breath away.  

He backed you up against the wall as he took your wrists and raised them above your head, pinning you there. His eyes were full of lust, and his breathing was deep.  He looked like a wild animal; about to devour you.

“Do you know why I’m angry?” he asked as his eyes bore into yours.

Your eyes closed as you let out a soft sigh.  “Because I sassed you sir.”

“Good girl” he growled before his lips were on your neck; sucking and biting your milky skin.  You let out a moan, cherishing the way his lips felt.  He bit down a bit harshly and you noisily cried out.  He grabbed under your thighs to lift you up and you readily wrapped your legs around him as you needed to put pressure on your aching clit.  He walked out of your shower, lips still attached to your neck as he made his way to your bedroom; you a moaning mess in his arms.  His lips found the trail to yours and he kissed you gently, not to disturb your cut lip.

“I love you” he whispered to you quietly, “but you were naughty today” he said as he dropped you to the bed.  You peered up at him through your long lashes as you licked your lips; knowing what would happen next.  “You know what happens when you sass me, don’t you” Steve rasped out.

“Yes Captain” you purred.

Steve sunk to his knees as he lifted your legs over his shoulders.  You leaned up on your elbows to keep your eyes on him.  He spread your lips, and a smile appeared on his face, loving the way your pussy glistened with your wetness.  His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he flicked his tongue over your sensitive nub.  

“Fuuuuuck Captain!” you screeched out as your legs tightened around his head.  He moved his hands to grip your thighs, holding you still as you wiggled around.  His tongue swirled around your clit mercilessly, leaving you right on the edge.

“Fuck Captain…don’t st-stop. Right there sir!” you breathily cooed. As you said that, he removed his tongue. “You don’t get to come until I let you”.

You throw your head back to the bed with a groan as his tongue started at your clit again.  He entered a finger inside you this time, crooking it just the way you liked it.  The profanities left your lips as your walls started tightening around his finger. Steve noticed and pulled back yet again.

“Please Captain” you whimpered out.  “I’ll-I’ll be good next mission” you begged.

You heard a low chuckle from him as he inserted two fingers, hitting your sweet spot instantly.  He attached his mouth over your pearl one last time and you were a withering mess in seconds; Steve finally letting you cum. Your orgasm rippled through your body as Steve kept his fingers inside you, coaxing you down from your high.  When you were finally sated, he removed his fingers and flipped you over so you were bent over the bed.  

Steve slapped your ass once before moving to your ear.  “Hang on tight baby girl, this will be quick” he rasped out as he sunk into you from behind; both of you moaning together.  He gave you a minute to adjust to his size before he started thrusting deep inside of you.  The only noise in the room was the skin on skin from him pounding into you and your loud moans.  You felt his strokes become sloppy as his hand reached to massage your already sensitive bud.  Both of you came together as you simultaneously cried out; his hot seed spurting inside you.

You laid there, bent over the bed as he slowly left you.  Steve went to the bathroom to get a washcloth and came back to clean you up.  The two of you got dressed in a hurry, already late for the party.  Before opening the door Steve leaned down to give you a tender kiss on your lips.  “I love you” he said in a soft gentle voice.

“I love you too Steve” you smiled up at him.

He opened the door for you, and the two of you walked down the hallway towards the party, hand in hand.

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Klaus M. – Long Time No See

Words count: 1960? maybe less maybe more 

Warning: None

REQUESTED: IT TOOK A BIT LONG BUT AS PROMISED HERE IT IS! I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT. AND TO ANYONE WHO REQUESTED: I AM WORKING ON ALL YOUR REQUESTS BEFORE I WRITE SOMETHING OF MY OWN. SO JUST BE A LITTLE BIT PATIENT I STILL HAVE TEN? I THINK REQUEST ON THE LIST.

Requested by @mikki-hear

Hello! I love your Klaus one shots and was wondering if you would take my request? The reader was once married to Klaus but she fakes her death and leaves the Mikaelson’s when she finds out that Dahlia is comming after her child. Centuries later she runs into them in New Orleans. She also only refers to him as “Nik”.

then I asked

Hey, I have a question. In your request. When the reader leaves does she take their daughter with her or no?

Then she/he said

She takes her daughter with her and makes sure that she has a normal human life (as normal as having an immortal non-aging mother could be) so when she returns centuries later the daughter has long since died.

And then I felt as i was stupid for some reason.


You’re a vampire, have been one for a long time. You’ve met Niklaus long before you turned, you met him when you were in high school. A few years of dating and being love, he proposed. You weren’t a vampire then and he didn’t want to turn you into one, unless he desperately needed to. And you never had to turn, even if you were surrounded by the supernatural. He was always there to protect you, not long after you got married, you got pregnant. Klaus having broken the curse was able to procreate and you being a human also meant that you could procreate. It came as surprise to both of you, but you were beyond happy. You were having a child with the man you love, what more could you need?

You gave birth to a beautiful daughter, after you gave birth Niklaus changed you. You became a vampire. A happy one. Your daughter was a beautiful mix of both Klaus and yourself. She was the jewel of the family. Everyone loved and adored her.

But as always being a Mikaelson meant not everything lasts forever. Happiness is included. A few months after you gave birth to your daughter, (y/d/n). Dahlia came into the equation threatening the lives of everyone and threatening to take your daughter from you. You knew that there was no way Klaus would be able to protect the both of you, so you did the only thing you knew you could do. That is to fake your death. You faked your and your daughter’s death and fled the city, leaving no trace of you or her being alive. Your daughter grew as a normal girl, well as normal as having an immortal mother that is. She understood what you were and as she had more wolf and human in her than a vampire, she grew and never stopped growing and eventually she dies. You mourned her for a long time, but never once did you return to your husband and his family.

A few centuries later, you found yourself wondering around New Orleans. You heard about a part in the French Quarter you and one of our friends were going to. It was close to seven when you arrived at a house called the Abattoir.

“This place is amazing.” You nodded your head in agreement. “Maybe you can find someone tonight.”

“(Y/F/N) you know I don’t want to be in a relationship.” You sighed, even though she knows about you and Klaus, she still insists that you should move on and fined another guy.

“(Y/n) you have to move on, I mean what are the chances of you two meeting again?” You just shook your head and mumbled ‘I’m going to the bar.’ Before you left her. You easily found the makeshift bar, and ordered a martini (A/N I’m almost 18 I’ve never drank alcohol before so I don’t know if it’s good.). You leaned on the bar as you waited for your drink.

“What is a lovely girl as yourself doing here all alone, love?” You heard a familiar voice say from behind you, it sent shivers down your spine, if he was here that means… you shook your head, and decided to just ignore him. “Oh playing hard to get are we?” you moved your hair so it was covering your face. But unintentionally you showed him your left hand, where your wedding ring still sits. “Where did you get that?” 


Kol said harshly as he took your hand and pulled you so you were facing him, his eyes went wide his mouth dropped. You looked at him scared and nervous. Kol looked around for a second, before he vamp speed you both into an abandoned room.

Kol stated pacing back and force, you fidget with your hands not knowing what to say.

“Kol.” You said with a shaky voice. Kol stopped pacing and looked at you, he looked betrayed. If he looked like that you couldn’t even begin to think what Klaus would look like.

“How? How are you alive?” He asked you frowning. “We all saw your body and-and (Y/D/N)’s as well.”

“I faked it.” You whispered knowing that he heard you clearly with his vampire hearing.

“You faked it?” He laughed dryly. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“Because it was the only way to give (y/d/n) her best chance.” You said tearing up. “Dahlia was planning on taking her and killing everyone to do so, I couldn’t make my daughter live a life where she is enslaved.”

“We could’ve stopped her.” Kol said calmly.

“And then what? This family has more enemies than anyone else on this planet.”

“Klaus will be mad when he finds out.”

“Is-is he here?” You said stuttering a bit and once again playing with your hands.

“Yes, he is.” Kol said kindly once he saw how scared you were. “He’ll be mad for a while but he’ll get over it, he loves you too much to be mad at you for long.”

“Kol, what are you-“ You both turned to the door way to see Rebekah who was just as shocked to see you as Kol. “Oh god (y/n)?”

You gave her a small smile and a nod, in a second she was hugging you tightly.

“I- we thought you were dead.” She said still hugging you.

“I-I faked it.” And you told her what you told Kol.

“I have an idea.” She said and disappeared from the room. A few minutes later the music outside died down and you hear Rebekah say. “I’m so sorry everyone, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave, we have a family emergency that need our attention immediately. So if you could all kindly leave, that would be great.”

You closed your eyes, knowing what was coming, in under fifteen minutes the place was empty, only the Mikaelson and yourself still in the house, you quickly texted your friend and told her to leave, and that you were fine.

“Rebekah, mind tell me what the ‘family emergency’ is?” Your heart beat became frantic when you heard his voice. Kol laid a hand on your shoulder in comfort.

“Just stay calm no matter what.” Rebekah said her voice near the door you and Kol stood behind.

“Just tell us Rebekah.” Klaus said meaning himself and an equally confused Elijah, Freya and Finn. Rebekah hesitated before she opened the door. Kol was standing in front of you he was hiding you, only the side of your dress was showing. “Who is this?” Klaus demanded.

Kol stepped aside, and you were met with Niklaus in a tux looked at you with his wide blue eyes.

“Hello Nik.” You said softly. In a second you were harshly pressed to the wall, with his hands on your neck.

“Who are you? And how can you possess her body?” Nik asked you through his teeth, you choked as you tried to push him off you, but you didn’t need to as Elijah pushed him off you.

“Calm down, Niklaus.” Elijah said as he helped you up. “We wouldn’t find anything out by you choking her.”

“HOW DARE YOU COME HERE AND LOOK LIKE HER?” Nik shouted hurt and pissed at you.

“It is really me.” You said tears gathering in your eyes.

“NO! She dies, she died and so did our child.” Nik said walking towards you before being stopped by Kol.

“Nik just listen to her.” Rebekah said as she stood by your way.

“Sorry, who are you all talking about?” Freya asked confused.

“My wife (y/n).” Klaus said his voice broken and full of sadness.

“Nik you have to listen, please.” You said practically begging. “It really is me, I swear to you.” When he didn’t say anything you took that as your cue to continue. “When Dahlia threatened us and threatened (Y/D/N) I knew that she wasn’t safe, especially not after she killed all of those people and vampires and even witches. She wasn’t safe. Dahlia wasn’t baking down so I faked our death and ran as far as I could.”

“You took her from me, you took MY DAUGHTER FROM ME!” He shouted making you flinch as for the tears to run wild.

“I had to, it was the only way she would’ve been safe.” You said trying not so sob.

“We could’ve defeated her, we’ve always killed anyone who stood in our way.” He said moving his hand around gesturing to his sibling that were standing around us ready to stop any physical fight from breaking.

“And happens after that? We live a happy ever after?” You asked him getting mad at him for not understanding. “Nik, you and everyone here have a long, long list of enemies that isn’t getting shorter by time, I couldn’t live with myself knowing that I condemned an innocent child to this life. I could take it, but she couldn’t.”

“Where is she?” Nik asked the question that you were waiting for yet dreading. You didn’t know what to say, everyone here wanted the answer to that question yet you didn’t know what to say.

“She live a long happy life, she got married but had no kids, she became an alpha of her own pack and-and she died at the age of-of hundred and twenty seven (A/N she lived this long because she still had vampire blood in her system).” You sobbed, Rebekah gasped and covered her mouth, and the room was silent except your sobs. Rebekah made a move to hug you, but Nik grabbed you and vamp speed out of the room, out of the house and out of the city. You were all alone in a clearing in the woods. You didn’t know why he got you here, maybe to kill you, you didn’t know. But you really didn’t care. “If you want to kill me, then kill me. I no longer wish to live. It has been hard for me since the moment I left you and after (Y/D/N)’s death I only wished for death.”

“I’m not going to kill you.” Nik said shakily, moved your head so you were looking at him, you saw tears running down his face. He was heartbroken and you felt as if everything was your fault.

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” You sobbed and Nik pulled you into his arms and hugged you tightly.

“Was she happy?” Nik asked you and you nodded.

“She was.” Nik moved his head on top of yours, you were pressed against him. “That’s all I ever wanted.”

“Nik, I really am sorry, I never meant to hurt you.” You said as silent tears ran down your face. “She love you, you know?”

“She did?” Nik asked his hands tightening around you.

“Yeah, I told her all about you, showed her a few of your paintings and she really did love you.” You said and wiped your tears away. You looked up at Nik who was still crying silently. You moved your hands to his face, swiping the tears off his cheek as his blue eyes stared at you. His eyes were like home, they were familiar something you can always look at and feel loved. “I love you so much Niklaus.”

“And I love you too.” Nik said and he pulled you back into a hug, and vamp speed back to the Abattoir, where everyone was waiting, when they saw you alive and well they all relaxed. Everyone decided to call it a night and talk about everything the day after. When emotions are calm and mind clear and ready. And after that everyone went to their room including you. You were obviously sharing with Nik. You wouldn’t let him out of your sight after spending so many years apart.

anonymous asked:

Hey! Could I request a Scenario for Shiro where his S/O helps bandage up some minor wounds and maybe it gets an little Smexy ( If ya catch my drift ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) )

OK, I’m so so sorry this took so long! I was like halfway through with it when my computer decided to freeze up and crash on me before I saved. I was/still am pissed.

But here we are. Just a little NSFW.

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