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Today’s 10k was ran on gluten poisoning, my stomach hurts like hell and I’m completely knackered. Yet I somehow managed to give a royal ‘fuck you’ to my stomach and bashed out a 9:27 pace 10k. AND I WAS RUNNING AT A COMFORTABLE PACE THE ENTIRE TIME. COMFORTABLE.
My cardiac health has shot up in the last year, I am in really good shape, even if I am dying 😂.
Final time: 58:45
That’s a pb of just under 4 minutes.
Chuffed is a word.
Now back to rolling around in agony on the couch.
3rd September 2017

Thirty

SPN Fanfic

~Dean gives you a very happy birthday…~

Dean x Reader

1,054 Words

Warnings: NSFWish… Smluff.

A/N: This is my birthday gift to my darling Stephie, @torn-and-frayed. I don’t do mushy, but here goes: you are awesome, and as I’ve told you… you’re the reason I started tumbrling and writing and I’m so glad we started talking. Hope you have a great birthday, dude. 

“What the hell is all this?”

As soon as you stepped through the Bunker door you knew something was up. Well, in truth you’d known all day. Dean had sent you out of town with a weird list of supplies and had been dodging your calls all day. You knew he was up to something, you just didn’t know what. Until now.

Your fingers gripped the metal rail as you leaned over the balcony, looking down into the War Room. It was definitely a sight to behold. The air was filled with bright blue balloons, some tied to chairs in bunches, others flying free against the high ceiling. The glowing table was filled with groups of various items, and Dean Winchester stood by the bottom of the stairs looking up at you with a rather nervous grin.

“Y/N,” he greeted as you descended the steps quickly, “Happy birthday, baby.”

“What did you do?” you laughed as Dean grabbed your hips and lifted you down the last two steps to stand beside him.

He kissed your cheek and motioned towards the table, holding your hand as he led you over to it. “Well, I know you were kind of freaking out about turning thirty, so I thought I would show you that thirty can be good.”

“That’s insane,” you laughed, “but really sweet.”

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Spielbergs and Kubricks

Supernatural Song Challenge : Renegades by X Ambassadors

Scaramouche meeting Demongo:

Scaramouche: Oh. My. Aku. Deeeee-Mongo! It has been AAAGES, babe!

Demongo: *looks around* What???

Scaramouche: Down here, babe.

Demongo: *looks down at Scara’s severed head* Uhhh… Do I know you?

Scaramouche: *gasp* Oh, Demmy-Dams, if I still had my heart, it’d be breaking, babe! It’s meeeeee! The master of destruction, the one, the only, Scaramoooooooo-cha!

Demongo: Oh, yessss… I remember. =_=

Scaramouche: Hey, be a doll and fly me down to Aku Town, will ya, babe? I’ve got some sweet, sweet info that I know he will be AAANXIOUS to dine on, babe?

Demongo: And why ssshould I help you?

Scaramouche: Be-cuuuz, babe, I gar-run-tee, if you play a hand in delivering this info to Mr. Big Bad himself, your past… Performance will be all but forgotten, babe!

Demongo: Hmmmm… *sigh* Fine. =_= *picks up Scaramouche*

Scaramouche: Woah, woah, woah! Back it up, Glowy! At least buy me a drink first!

Demongo: *angry grumble* *removes one of his skulls and attaches Scaramouche in its place, starts floating away*

Scaramouche: Oh, good thinking, babe! You fly, and I’ll provide the tuuuuunes, babe! Bopbopadoodopskiddlydiddlybebobbadoodop-

Scaramouche: Shut up. =_=

Siren - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by teenwxlves


word count: 2600
warnings: swearing, i think that’s it


Mermaids.  Sirens.  Sea creatures that are half human and half fish.  A species that has been living longer than most of the monsters that prowled through Beacon Hills California.  Longer than the werewolves, longer than the banshees, the coyotes.  They were an honorable kind, difficult to understand, but not many bad things could be said about the merpeople.

 Unless you were a hunter.

 Yes, it began with the sailors, passed on to pirates passed on to explorers and so forth through time.  Each looking for the bounty to be collected, for the capture of a mermaid.  And soon the magic and the beauty of the merpeople was no longer treasured, but sought out.

 In the late 1900s, the entire species was near extinction.  If it weren’t for the l/n family, the kingdom of the merpeople would no longer exist.  It would be extinct.

 At least, it would if it weren’t for them converting from people of the sea, to people of the land.


“We saved everyone mama?” I asked, looking up from the story book in my lap.  My mother smiled at me, nodding her head.

“We did indeed” She said, standing up from my bed.  I looked down at the book again, seeing my parents’ signatures.  My fingers brushed over the thick black ink.  “And you’re one of us, y/n” I smiled at that, the idea of being a mermaid.  Sure, I was seven years old and about to be the new girl at Beacon Hills elementary school, but somehow having a secret as cool as this one made me feel at ease.  I had a something special that nobody else would.  “But you must promise, y/n” I stared at my mother with the most serious expression that I could muster.

 “Yeah?”

 “You must never reveal this secret to anyone” She said solemnly.  “Serious consequences will ensue if you were to ever speak a word of this” I nodded my head, smiling genuinely and handing the book back to her.

 “I promise mama” I told her, and she gave me a long hug.  Her hands circled on my back before she let go of me.

 “Alright, well you have a big first day tomorrow, why don’t you get a good night’s sleep, okay?” I nodded eagerly, scooting underneath my covers for warmth.

 I would keep this secret.  My own little special secret.

 Nine Years Later

 “Stiles! Just because I’m a mermaid does not mean I can breathe underwater!” I whisper screamed at my best friend.  He laughed and jumped into the pool after me.  The bastard had shoved me in.

 “If I remember correctly, that book of your showed gills all over here” He gestured his hand over my neck, and I promptly rolled my eyes.

 “Stiles.  I can’t breathe in chlorinated water” He made a pout.

 “Damn.  How about a tail? Will your legs merge and make a tail?” I splashed him this time and swam over to Scott, leaping onto his back and nearly dunking him under the surface of the water.

 “He-hey!” He flustered for a moment to wrap his arms under my legs to hold me up.  Stiles swam after us, and Scott grinned and waved at him.  “Let me guess y/n, Stiles started asking you mermaid questions again” I chuckled and nodded, keeping my hands on the back of his shoulders.

 Scott and Stiles became my two best friends on that first day of second grade.  It took about a whole year for me to reveal my secret to them, but I trusted them with it, hell I trusted them with my life.  And when Scott was turned into a werewolf last year, we became even closer.  Especially Stiles and I.  We always had this… tighter connection that I’ve never felt with anyone else.

 “Yeah pretty much” I said with a small laugh.  Stiles splashed water at Scott and I.

 “Leave me alone you know you love me” I stuck my tongue out at him and he did it back.  Then I got bored and plopped my chin on top of Scott’s head and played with my hand in the water.

 “Hey y/n” Scott called after a short period of time.  I just sorta hummed, still watching my hand splash lightly in the water.  “Wanna play a game?”

 “Sure… like marco po-”

 Before I knew it, Scott and pulled me from his back and and I was flying through the air.  I didn’t even have the time to scream before I landed in a pair of arms.  Instantly my own curled around the neck I recognized as Stiles (thanks to his freckles).  My arms tightened around him as I clung onto him.

 “Woah woah woah, it’s fine, you’re fine” He assured, beginning to swim us both towards the wall of the pool.

 “Don-don’t do that again” I muttered, looking up at him.  Stiles’ brow furrowed as he stared at me, holding me securely and upright.  “What?”

 “Your eyes…” He said, his own eyes flickering between mine.  “They’re… they’re pink?” I rubbed them with my fists and began to clamber out of Scott’s pool.

 “They do that” I mumbled, grabbing my towel from the grass and covering my body for warmth and to cover my large amount of exposed skin.  Stiles began to get out of the pool, and Scott swam towards the edge as well.  “I’m gonna go inside and warm up” I said, already walking into Scott’s house.  

 “Wait- y/n!” Stiles ran up behind me but I went into the bathroom and closed the door.  I could hear him sigh on the other side of the door, then slump down to the ground.  I sucked in a weak breath as tears welled in my eyes, and ran my hands through my hair.  Then sat down on the ground, and pressed my back against the door. 


When I’d washed myself off in the shower and had on a towel around my body I opened the door.  Stiles wasn’t there anymore, but I saw him half asleep on the couch, Scott reading in the recliner.  He caught my eye and smiled, standing up and waving me over to walk with him.  I did so and followed him up the stairs.

 “Feeling better? You were really out of it when you went inside” I shrugged my shoulders, readjusting your towel.

“I didn’t like what you did, made my eyes go blue” I said, walking with him into his room.

 “Blue… blue’s… fear?” I nodded.

 “Yep, it is”

 “Then what’s sadness?”

“It’s also blue, just a darker one I guess” I shrugged again.  Scott made a pouty face.

 “And you wanna explain to me what pink means?” He asked.  I opened up my drawer in his dresser and pulled out undergarments with a pair of running shorts and a tee shirt.  Scot simply turned around so I could change.

 “Think you already know the answer” I muttered.  Scott chuckled, and I took a moment to glare at his back.

 “Stiles doesn’t”  I yanked up the underwear and shorts angrily, and pulled the top over my head with just as much aggression.

“I’m done changing” I said, and Scott turned back around, taking the towel from me.

“Look, y/n, I think it would be best for you if you just told him”

“Told him what Scott? That he’s my mate? He’s the soulmate of a freaky fish girl, and that my eyes go pink because that’s ‘the color of love’ and sometimes I can’t control it because I do love him and I just don’t wanna mess anyth-”

“You’re rambling hon” Scott said with a laugh, and went searching through your drawer.

“Sorry I just.. it’s important to me” He smiled and nodded, and handed you a rolled up pair of fuzzy socks.

“It’s cold down there, you should put these on” I half smiled and thanked him before pulling them up over my feet.  They were a little loose, but provided the warmth I was looking for.  “You want some advice y/n? Like, real solid advice” I nodded, face crumpling in defeat.

“Yes please” I sighed, and Scott stooped over to my eye level, and put his hands on my shoulders.

“Just.  Go.  With.  It” He said slowly.  My brows furrowed in confusion.  “If you think it’s a moment you could say it, say it.  If you think it’s a moment for you to kiss him, kiss him” I shook my head, eyes widening and lips parting in shock.

“Scott I can’t-”

“Go downstairs and hang out with him before he passes out” I gave up with a small sigh and nodded.

“Thanks Scott” I said quietly, heading out of his room.  Scott smiled and nodded, going to the door to shut off the light, and close the door.

“Night y/n” He called, and closed the door as I left.

I walked down the steps on my tiptoes, and when I reached the first floor, the television was on, playing a baseball game, and Stiles was on his back.  His eyes were closed but I could tell that he wasn’t fully asleep.  I still tiptoes over to the couch though, and crawled on top of him slowly and carefully.

“Mm- y/n?” His eyes flickered open as I wedged myself between the couch and his body.  His one arm wrapped around my body, the other lying on his chest.  “Look I’m sorry about earlier” His voice was low and groggy from exhaustion and it made my heart thunder in my chest.

“It’s okay, really” I said, laying my cheek on his chest.  The arm around me moved up so his fingers pulled my slightly damp hair out of my face and back behind my head.  I smiled at him in silent thanks.  “I’m uh.. I’m actually sorry for the way I reacted about it.  It was really childish and just… I don’t know where it came from” He smiled back at me, a lazy one that again, made my heart race.  The little things this boy did…

“You’ve got nothing to apologize for.  We’re all good”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah” With his answer I laid my head back down again and we both watched the baseball game for a while.  Not that I knew a single thing about baseball, or any sports for that matter, but I didn’t mind.  I watched it a lot with Stiles, but only cause I enjoyed hanging out with him.  We’d get  a bunch of snacks and order pizza for lunch and Chinese for dinner.  I’d laugh when he’d talk smack about any team that wasn’t the Mets, and by the end of the day we’d just be sitting on the couch cuddling.  I usually passed out in his arms, which was by far my favorite part.

I felt my eyes begin to shift, likely pink, as they often did around Stiles.  I squeezed them shut and rubbed them.  Willing the color to go away.

“Tired?” Stiles asked quietly

“Mhm” I hummed, nuzzling into him.  He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and against my cheek, only making me cuddle into him more.  Both of his arms wrapping behind my back, and I pushed myself to lay with half my stomach against him, and one leg hooked around one of his.

“Hm, extra cuddly” Stiles said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.  I just hmphed, and buried my nose in the crook of his neck.  He began to pet his hair.  “So are you just gonna sleep on me then?” I sat up, looking down at him with slightly narrowed eyes.

“You gotta problem with that?” I asked sarcastically.  He chuckled and shook his head.

“No ma’am, my apologies, do proceed” I giggled rubbing my eye with my fist sleepily.  He made a pout.  “Just put your head down and get some rest” I nodded, snuggling right back in to where I was before, my fave buried in his neck.

“Mm, you smell like pool chemicals did you not shower?” He shook his head.

“I will in the morning” He yawned.  I rolled my eyes.

“What if you get cancer from the chemicals on your skin, and then I’m stuck driving to the hospital everyday with a new bouquet of flowers and cupcake flavor, because you’re bald and I feel bad and you’re gonna die and then I’ll be stuck alone and forgotten about by everyone cause no one wants to deal with the girl who lost her-”

Stiles cut me off, fingers curling around my jaw and pulling my lips softly against his.  I melted into it, not even giving second thought to the action.  I hummed softly against his mouth.  When he pulled away, he smiled a little.

“Soulmate?” My brows furrowed.

“You knew?” He nodded.

“I stole that book of yours to figure out what the pink color of your eyes meant, I thought it was something bad and was gonna fix it but surprise, guess I’m your mate for life” A hot blush of embarrassment spread on my cheeks.

“A-and what’d you think?” I asked.  Stiles made a small sound that resembled a snort.

“I wasn’t too surprised.  I’m flattered really” He said, putting a hand on his chest as though I told him something heartwarming.  I rolled my eyes.

“No really, you weren’t freaked out?” Stiles chuckled again and shook his head.

“Of course not” He said, the hand that was on his chest, tucking my hair back behind my ear.  “y/n, I love you-”

“No you’re only saying that cause now you feel obligated-”

“Would you shut up?” My brows shot up in surprise, but I silenced.  “y/n, I loved you since we met in the second grade, long before I even knew any of this” Okay, now I was muted.  “That first day, you came in, and you sat with me and Scott cause you thought we looked lonely and you wanted to make friends.  You gave us your crayons to use during free time, and even split your lunch with Scott cause he didn’t have one.  You stood up for me when Jackson was being an asshole, and you always have.  You’ve even been to every lacrosse practice and game ever, even though I’ve only played a handful of times.  y/n, I.  Love.  You.  And you being my soulmate makes sense, because there’s nobody else for me.  You’re an embodiment of an angel y/n, I love you.  I mean it” 

I bit my lip, hiding my growing smile.

“You, Stiles Stilinski, are something else” I mumbled, eyes flickering from his to his lips.  “You’ve put me through hell, trying to hide all this from you, but God I.. I just- I just wanna..” I trailed off, shaking my head and closing my mouth to a smile again.  Then leaned down and kissed him passionately.  He leaned back down into the couch, and I rolled to lie on top of him again.  One of his hands combed back into my hair, the other laying on my waist.  After a few minutes of euphoria, I leaned off of him, my fingers curled around his jaw as I stared at him intently.

“You ready to sleep now?” He murmured, and I nodded.  I let him maneuver me so we were both lying on our sides, my body instantly curling into his body, our legs intertwining.  His arms wrapped around me, acting as a blanket and keeping me warm and cozy.

“I love you, you strange human”

“I love you too, beautiful mermaid”


idk where this came from.  i like mermaids.  they cool.
two posts in one night aaayeee

xoxo ~ jordie

Commission for @yriafehtivan. Percabeth fluff ahoy (I haven’t written them in so long, this was such a treat). They’re about 24 in this. Under a cut for length. 


Annabeth had been tossing and turning in bed for hours, watching through blurry vision as the numbers on the digital clock next to the bed flipped slowly towards three am. Percy was sound asleep next to her, snoring and drooling as per the usual, and she wished she could have joined him.

It had been over seven years since the whole Tartarus fiasco, but sometimes, especially after a bad day, Annabeth found it hard to sleep without visions of demons and monsters crisscrossing her dreams.

Careful not to wake Percy, she slipped out of bed with a resigned sigh, tugging her robe on over her pajamas and shuffling into her slippers. She ducked out of the bedroom, absentmindedly pulling her now-ratty hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck.

The floorboards creaked softly under her feet until she reached the kitchen, where the wood shifted to tile and became completely silent. Annabeth crossed to the cupboards, moving by feel alone, and pulled out a mug. The refrigerator gave her just enough light to make herself a single cup of coffee, which she promptly dumped a pound of sugar and creamer into and carried out onto the front porch, spoon clinking against the ceramic.

The sky was inky black, and the ocean waves battered against the sand with a comforting crashing sound, one that Annabeth had grown to adore over the years. She sank down onto their porch swing and tugged her knees up with her, adjusting the robe with one hand and holding the coffee out with the other so it wouldn’t spill.

This close to the ocean there was less light pollution, so they could see the stars, see the constellations that speckled the sky. Annabeth sipped at her coffee slowly, burning her tongue as always, and gazed over them, pausing on certain ones and giving a soft smile. The swing rocked under her gently, almost non-existent, and she leaned with it on instinct.

Her fingers curled around the mug as the sea breeze lifted and curled around her, whisking her loose curls across her face and sending a pleasant chill down her spine. She tucked into herself even more and lifted the mug to her lips, staring at the faint outline of the tide stretching across the sand.

The moment they had graduated from college, she and Percy had moved here, to Montauk, fixing up the cabin (or rather, she redesigned certain parts and he helped her with it) and making it a permanent home for them. Sally had bought the cabin after she married Paul and had kept taking care of the place, even after all the years away from it. She had been happy to sign the property over to them.

Annabeth had been wary, to say the least, about moving in with Percy for good. It was one thing to live at the same camp, or to go to the same school. Living together was permanent, in a way. But they both agreed that they wanted to stay close to camp, help out with any half-bloods that might need them, and Percy had insisted they be close to the water. She didn’t blame him.

The breeze kicked up again, salt biting at her lips, and something in her twisted, wanted to move. Her feet clunked to the floor and she set her mug on the table next to the swing, stepping out of her slippers and wrapping her robe firmly around her body. For mid-September, it was chilly out, but the sand was still soothingly warm when she reached it. The young woman sighed and, for a moment, breathed, completely still, the wind buffering her body. She crossed the beach all the way down to the water until it licked at her ankles, the liquid freezing compared to the ground, and she tilted her gaze back up to stare at the stars.

Annabeth wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there when the water pulled back from her feet, just enough for her to realize that they were numb. She wasn’t too surprised when Percy’s arms enveloped her from behind, cautiously, like he didn’t want to scare her. She appreciated it, and leaned back against his chest with a sigh.

He tightened his grip on her and kissed her temple. “You okay?”

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☀️SPRING BREAK HAUL☀️

This is all the stuff I obtained over spring break. Minus some clothes I already wore, drugstore makeup, food, and a ton of cat treats and gear.

☀️WALMART☀️

Maybelline Lipsticks x10- $74.90 

Milani Lipstick- $5.99 

Catnip Seeds-  $3.95 

Lemon Balm Seeds-$4.95 

Burtsbee’s Candles x3- $11.91

☀️Urban Outfitters☀️

Falling Crystal Necklace- $20 

Nail Polish x4- $23 

Notebook- $4.50

☀️VS/PINK☀️

VS Panties- $109 

PINK Body Mists x4- $40 

VS Mini Mist- $18 

☀️OLD NAVY☀️

Gold Bracelet- $22 

Old Navy Rings x2- $16.50 

Old Navy Earrings x4- $39.50

Old Navy Skirt- $24.94

Old Navy Tunic- $32.94

Old Navy Dress x3- $119.76

☀️BATH AND BODY WORKS☀️

Sanitizer & Holder- $5.25

Hand Lotion- $5.00 

Mini Candles x2- $9 

☀️BARNES AND NOBLE☀️

“Men with Cats”- $10.42 

“A Year of Fourtunes”- $9.95 

“I Can’t Sleep”- $9.95 

Vera Bradley Smart Phone Wallet- $48 

☀️Famous Footwear☀️

Birkenstocks- $99.99 

Converse- $54.99 

Sandals- $29.99 

☀️RAGSTOCK☀️

Off the Shoulder Top- $39.95 

Cloth Shorts- $28 

Matches- $3 

Weed Socks- $2.50 

Mini Picture Frames x2- $4.50 

☀️DICKS SPORTING GOODS☀️

Asics Hat- $18 

Adidas Hat- $22 

Nike Hat- $24 

Nike Long Sleeve- $45 

Nike B/G/W Tees- $105

Nike Running Jackets x2- $220

Nike Running Pants- $75 

Adidas Ultimate Tee- $22 

Under Armour Shorts- $24.99 

Under Armour Baseball Tee- $34.99 

☀️HOLLISTER☀️

Shorts x2- $107.95 

Bracelet sets x2- $25.90 

☀️ZUMIEZ☀️

Zumiez Shirt x3- $59.97

Zumiez Bralette x2- $32.90 

☀️LUSH☀️

Bath Bombs x3 (used one already)- 20.75

☀️OTHER☀️

Arie, Sunglasses x3- $47.85 

ULTA, Naked 3 Eyeshadow Palette- $54 

☀️TOTAL☀️

$1819.16

Also for everyone that liked my cat here is a picture of him with his new collar on!

jedifinnrey  asked:

atomwave bc uve been torturing me with u requited for days now

okay so it’s more coldatomwave but there’s an atomwave focus so sue me

“Oh, shit, kid- What the hell happened to you?”

Ray barely registers what he’s saying, groaning not in response to the question but to the noise. It’s getting quieter, and he was just about to fall asleep-

The man shakes his shoulders. “No, no-” He can make out an enormous figure, but it’s so dark and he’s so, so tired. “No. Hey. Haircut, don’t go to sleep. Len-”

“What?” 

“I have to,” the man says, and Ray has no idea what that means.

Another rolling round of silence, and Ray lets his eyes slip shut-

The stranger snaps his fingers in front of Ray’s face. “Lenny, look at him. They beat half to- Completely to death. We can’t just-”

“Leave him?” says the one that should be Len. “Since when do you care, Mick?”

The big one, the stranger, Mick, brushes the hair out of Ray’s eyes. “Because he’s just- I mean- Just look at him.”

“He looks like easy dinner,” Len says.

“You don’t mean that,” Mick replies.

A sigh. “Do it quickly, Mick. You’re going soft.”

“Yeah,” Mick says. “’Cause of you.”

“Ridiculous,” Len says.

Ray thinks it’s sure nice that they can talk like this- They seem like great guys, really, but Ray has absolutely no awareness of what’s happening to him right now- Which is good, because the pain stopped like, forever ago, and now he can just relax and-

“I said don’t go to sleep,” Mick says, shrugging off one arm of his jacket. He tugs down the neck of his tee shirt, running his nail along his skin. “Come on. Come here.”

“Really, Mick?” Len says. “Your chest?”

“What?” Mick asks. “You jealous?”

Ray doesn’t hear the response to that, because he can’t really hear anything, anymore. All he’s aware of is that his mouth is on a strangers collarbone, and his tongue tastes like blood- his blood, and then something new and different. 

“That’s it,” Mick says, and Ray isn’t sure what it is, or why this is how his life is ending, but his mouth is filling with something sickly bittersweet and his vision goes completely dark and-

tumblr should just put a bounty on the glitches on its website because I gar-run-tee you after years of internalized spite there are users here who would tear this site apart looking for problems 

livlovesbooks  asked:

whatever you do dont imagine bitty calling jack sugar bc i just did and i had to sit down bc the fluff was too much

The thing is, he doesn’t mean to. 

Bitty always calls people by pet names. It’s one of his southern tendencies that he slips into easily; he uses “sweetheart” and “honey” almost as much as he uses everyone’s names, and “darling” slips in more than once in a while. Everyone’s pretty much gotten used to it by now, and Bitty does it without thinking. It’s a natural, unthinking thing he just does.

Except for with Jack. 

When it comes to Jack, he makes very, very sure not to call him anything other than his name, because referring to him in such an endeared way would just feel a little bit too real. Bitty is afraid that he’ll get too addicted to it; if he calls Jack sweetheart in the living room, on the disgusting green couch, he’ll think about calling him that in the kitchen with the scent of pie hanging thick in the air, or on the roof with Jack’s arm tight around his shoulder, or in bed with their hands on each other and breath mingling as he breaths it into Jack’s mouth…

It’s just better to avoid doing it, because he thinks that if he does, he’ll have trouble stopping. 

So, when it happens, it’s an accident. 

It’s early morning; Jack is standing by the counter, leaning against it with the sun pouring in the window behind him, spilling over his shoulders and casting warm light around the kitchen. He’s about to dart out for a run, so he’s wearing running shorts and a tee shirt, but in the meantime he’s stealing bits of the freshly chopped fruit Bitty prepared earlier for the pancakes he’s currently making. Bitty keeps catching him and swatting at Jack’s hands, who smiles in an impish way that Bitty so rarely sees, which makes Bitty’s stomach swoop every single time. 

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anonymous asked:

Consider that time Natasha got Steve to open the top couple of buttons on his shirt and roll up his sleeves at work and he devastated half of S.H.I.E.L.D. He endured the episode with grace and much blushing and awkward smiling. Two days later he asked her to help him pick a workout outfit because he wanted to impress someone he'd seen a few times on his morning run. The smedium tee is mostly to prevent chafing, but Natasha picked out those paper thin pants for him.

Where tf is Nat at so I can show her my eternal thanks

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader (f uck yes I love for Bucky don’t even look at me) 

A/N: holy shit y'all this last week was the most busy of my life I literally had something to do every single day I almost died. but I’m finally getting to your requests and I have felt SO BAD that I couldn’t do them because I literally couldn’t find 20 extra minutes in a day but here we are this is my first smut and you’re all here to see this train wreck bye

Request: “Can you pretty please do an angsty Bucky x reader where the reader can control the elements and goes on a forbidden mission and Bucky freaks out until she gets back alive. Sorry if it’s vague. I just need angsty Bucky. (Also if u could do smut that’d be great)” by @bucky-slut

Warnings: Swearing, poorly written smut.

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Sex and Sensuality- Jungkook(R)

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

Jin & Suga & RapMon & J-Hope & Jimin & V

“A white knight, a sleepless night and a tub full of warm water.”

//I finally finished this protective angst smut which turned out to be a bath smut, so two birds one stone right? for the anon who asked, enjoyyy//




I wake up with a scream, shooting up and falling back down with shaky arms.

The door bursts open and Jungkook comes rushing in, immediately at my side and pooling me in his embrace. He smooths the hair from my face, sticky and matted with sweat from the nightmare of what had happened.

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let-me-entice-you-deactivated20  asked:

Imagine having your first time ever with Sonny Carisi

So I was trying to write faster but I play Hamilton’s soundtrack while I write and I can’t stop rapping it it. Damn.

Sonny’s house smelled so nice, like garlic bread and lasagna. Sonny knew how much you loved it when he cooked for you.
Tonight was in theory supposed to be “the night.” You’d been with Sonny for six months and he’d been such a gentleman from the beginning. But you were starting to get antsy and you wanted to take things to the next level.
Your virginity had never bothered you, society placed so much weight on virginity that you’d ended up waiting all through high school our of fear of judgment. After that, you’d wanted to wait to be in love first, but douchebag after douchebag, that time never came. Not until a perky blue-eyed detective walked into your life.
Sonny was everything you’d ever hoped for. Kind, funny, smart and that accent was heaven.
You’d told him earlier that you wanted to make tonight special, it had taken him a minute, but he caught on. Leave it to Dominick Carisi to take things above and beyond.
As you ate dinner together and drank wine, you watched him fidget and squirm a bit, he was more nervous than you were.
“Sonny, relax. Everything is perfect. Because it’s you. That’s all I wanted.”
He grinned at you, “I don’t want your first time to be a regret.” His words melted your heart.
“Sonny,” you whispered, getting out of your chair and moving to sit in his lap. “Sonny I would never regret anything with you. I love you.”
He slid his hands to my waist and smiled up at me. “I love you too doll. I haven’t ever met someone like you.”
“I hope that’s a good thing,” you teased, pressing your lips to his and letting your fingers tangle in his un-gelled hair. You loved his days off when he could keep his hair unruly.
When you both finally pulled away, you were breathless and smiling.
“Let’s have dinner later, okay?” You whisper and he is up and leading you to the bedroom in a matter of seconds.

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Things I Find Beautiful (Peter Parker x Reader)-Part 2

Originally posted by jurassicparking

PART 1

A/N: After such a great response to the first part and the several request for a part two… Here it is! I hope everyone enjoys it as much as the first! Oh, and thank you so much for all of the positive feedback! It means a lot :) 

Warnings: cute as heck, again!


   The sun shone warmly through the large dining room windows. The morning sunshine cut through the tower’s chill like a knife. You relish in the sunlight as you munch on your cereal. The revelations of last night still left a warm, bubbly sensation in your tummy. Your best friend thought you were beautiful. Your best friend who you never realized you’d been crushing on until last night. 

   “G’morning,” a familiar, yet husky, voice said from behind you. You jumped a little at the sound of Peter’s voice. Your heart began to flutter. 

   You looked up into his sleepy eyes and smiled almost shyly. “Good morning, sleepy head. It’s nearly 12 o’clock.”

   “I was extremely tired last night. And I was having the best drea…” he stopped abruptly as he looked at you, blushing as red as his supersuit. You could feel your cheeks grow hot as well. Was it about me? Peter quickly turned on his heel and shuffled off to the kitchen. You wondered if you should tell him that you saw the pictures. Would he be mad though? Maybe you were just accidentally in all of the pictures. You began to doubt how he felt about you but you shook your head at yourself. It would be very Peter-like to do something so sweet so it must be true, you thought. 

   Peter joined you at the dining table without you noticing. “Are you alright?” he said, mouth full of Frosted Flakes. 

   You snapped your head up at him startled. “Yeah, why?”

   “You keep zoning out into your bowl. Something interesting in there?” he said teasingly. You made a face at him but smiled. You didn’t realize that you kept daydreaming as you thought about Peter. “Earth to (Y/N). You’re doing it again.” Peter waved a hand in front of your face.

   “S..Sorry. I guess I must be pretty tired” you mumbled in response.

   “Go take a nap, then. You don’t want to be tired for Tony’s party tonight. Well, Wanda’s party.”

   Your eyes got wide. You had completely forgot about Tony’s party. It was Wanda’s birthday. Everyone is going to be there. Well, everyone who wasn’t in hiding. Perhaps this party was just what you needed though. Feelings were always confessed in party scenes. Maybe this would give Peter the courage, or give you courage. “Honestly, go back to bed. If you zone out on me one more time, I’m going to blame it on drugs or the fact that you’ve finally gone insane” Peter said, bringing you out of your thoughts once again.

   Your face felt like it was on fire and you nodded, dumping your bowl in the sink and heading off to your bedroom. You were probably more afraid of your feelings towards Peter than he was. You fell back onto you bed and stared at the ceiling, a dumb grin on your face as you thought of telling Peter about your feelings for him. Him kissing you gently. His big hands on your waist. You slowly slipped back to sleep.

   You were awoken by loud knocking on your bedroom door. “Yo, (Y/L/N), are you coming down?” Tony shouted from the other side. 

   As you regained control of your senses, you noticed you could hear the faint drumming of bass from downstairs. The party had started and you were sleeping. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute!” you shouted back. You quickly put on some fresh jeans and a red tee shirt. Running your hands through you hair, you smiled at your reflection. You had dreamed that Peter confessed his feelings to you. It may have been a dream but if shy Peter Parker could share his feelings, you could do it. 

   You rode the elevator down to the living room impatiently, bouncing from foot to foot. The doors slid open and you pushed into the mass of Avengers and close friends. As you made your way through the crowd, you kept on the look out for Peter. 

   You finally saw him. He was in jeans and a tighter than usual black shirt. The sleeves clung to his defined arms and you could see his muscles move under his shirt as his shoulders bounced with nervous laughter. He was in a heated discussion with Tony. His face was bright red and he was ringing his hands. As Tony talked, he drank in every word with intense concentration. You figured it was about the work he was doing for Tony so you stayed put, waiting for them to finish. 

   “Wade. Wade Wilson. But you probably already knew that, gorgeous,” you turned to face the voice behind you. A man in a red and black suit was standing there, his hand extended. As you turned, however, he brought his hands to his face and gasped. “You’re (Y/N)!,” he seemed to look over your shoulder as he said, “I’ll dip out of this fanfiction. Peter already had his eyes on this one.” He then winked and walked away. At least you’re pretty sure he winked. And what on Earth was he talking about and to who? 

   You shrugged it off and turned back to look at Peter and Tony. Peter was looking at you, his face still red. He looked away as you caught his eye. You could feel a heat rise in your cheeks as Peter started to walk towards you. “Hey Peter. Having fun?” you asked, a bit nervously. 

   He nodded nervously before opening his mouth and saying, “Did it hurt?”

   You looked at him puzzled and figured he was talking about the bruise on your arm from yesterday’s training session. “Well, kinda but not too…”

   “Because you’re the only Tennessee… Wait, no that’s not right. Shit.” he said as he looked down at the ground, his face as red as a tomato.

   Did he just try to use a pick-up line on you? You stood there with your mouth slightly open. As you processed what had happened, you began to giggle uncontrollably. You placed a hand over your mouth as you stared up at your best friend, still giggling. A smile spread across his face and rubbed the back of his neck with one of his hands. “That didn’t quite go as planned, huh?” you giggled. 

   He shook his head no and quickly took your hand and pulled you out onto the balcony, catching you off guard. You stopped giggling and stared up into his eyes. The stars were beginning to come out and the sun was just barely above the horizon. The air was cool but slightly warmed by the sun. Peter had a crooked smile on his face as he looked down at you. Was he always so tall? Your heart pounded in your chest. “(Y/N)…” he said deeply.

   “Yes Peter?” you replied, blood pounding in your ears. 

   “Could we take a selfie?”

   You stood there once again stunned. “Um, yeah, sure.”

   He grinned wide and pulled out his phone. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you in close as he held the phone out in front of you two. You smiled big for the picture and so did he. His arm around your waist had that bubbly feeling welling up inside of you again. He pulled away and you looked at the sunset, a little sad about the absence of his arm. “Beautiful…” you heard him whisper. 

   You nodded in agreement and said, “Yes, the sky is always so beautiful at this time.” As you looked over at Peter, however, he wasn’t looking at the sky. He was staring at you. Your face flushed red and you couldn’t help but smile. 

   “Not as beautiful as you are all of the time,” he said, obviously finding his courage. “(Y/N), you are the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on and I want you to know that. No, I need you to know that. That is why I’ve been taking so many pictures. The project was to capture everything you think is beautiful in this world and the only thing I could think of was you.” He let out a shaky breath as he finished. You hadn’t even realized that he had taken your hands in his. You hung on to every word he had said. 

   Your head buzzed but you could only think of one thing to do. You leaned up on your tip-toes and pressed your lips against his. He leaned into the kiss and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled into the kiss, but so was he. His lips were softer than you had imagined and you never realized how much he smelt like peppermint. 

   “The pick-up lines worked, huh?” Tony said from the door of the tower, a big smile on his face. 

   You and Peter pulled apart and began to laugh. You looked up into Peter’s eyes and said, “I think you’re beautiful too, Peter Parker.” He grinned and leaned his forehead against yours. 

  He softly kissed your cheek before whispering, “Don’t sneak in my room while I’m sleeping.” He grinned cheekily down at you and you giggled happily. 


A/N: This was a lot longer than I intended it to be but I hope you guys like it as much as the first! I think it’s pretty cute! :)