sitting on the top of a building

Smooth Criminal

Officer!Bucky Barnes x Drunk!Reader

Summary: Bucky’s a cop and got called to a crime scene to arrest a criminal but he realizes the criminal is the person he’s dating

Word Count:1,892

Warnings: Police!Au, Language, Drunk Shenanigans, Major Floof

A/N: Written for Manu’s writing challenge, couldn’t help but write cop!Bucky again. @jurassicbarnes thank you for the fun opportunity.

Originally posted by uncensoredsideblog

It had been a quiet night for Officer James Buchanan Barnes and his partner. So far, they had to deal with a fight between two drunk men, an exhibitionist and a few reckless drivers.

Bucky had started his shift at 10 p.m. the previous night and it was now just after 4 a.m. He kept repeating ‘only two more hours’ like a mantra and tried to imagine you all wrapped up and sound asleep in your bed. He really wanted to be with you.

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anonymous asked:

What if by some Kryptonian tradition kara marries Lena but doesn't know how to tell her.

“yeah hey kara so im just calling,”

“alex please, im really busy”

“sure sure sure but listen are you done BROODING? im watching you BROOD on national television the people are freaking out because you’re sitting on top of that building and catching lightning like are you done? is it over? what’s going on?”

“…i married lena.”

“okay, well,”

“and she doesn’t know.”

“unexpected turn.”

“what?”

“what.”

“what do you mean?”

“what do YOU mean?”

“i mean we accidentally fulfilled the seven steps of courtship and my marriage sign appeared this evening. what do you mean?”

“oh. accidentally?”

“YES.”

“huh. well i guess it’s not how i expected it to happen but im not all that surprised. how did she take it?”

“…”

“im calling mum.”

“no!”

“kara danvers you get your butt over there and tell her or mum is going to get a call. my thumb is over the button. it’s descending, it’s descending,”

“im going!!”

anonymous asked:

You have the BEST stories! Can you tell me a bedtime story?

i will tell you a story friends, and probably you will regret asking me to do so, because its not really a very restful story. i….dont really have any of those.


this is the story of how steve and a horse almost gave me a heart attack.
back when i was a kid, cars were a thing that existed but were mostly really really expensive, so horses were still a common sight on the streets of brooklyn. most of these horses were exceedingly large, calm animals; they hauled around big carts of stuff on crowded streets. back then, milk was delivered to your doorstep by a milkman. the milkman who worked our block was mr. davies, and he was this very nice older black gentleman. i mention that he’s black because racism was Very Much A Thing (oh how times have changed). but mr davies always had peppermint candies in his pockets to give to thunderhead, his horse, and he would always give one to stevie and i if he saw us. so stevie loved mr davies, and if anyone was being disrespectful towards him because he was black, stevie would pretty much blow his top. mr davies loved steve for it, of course. but since mr daives didnt want to get steve in trouble, he’d usually whistle me over (if i wasnt already there) to haul steve off before he did something drastic. mr davies was great like that. 

anyway, mr davies was around every morning dropping off milk with thunderhead. thunderhead was this huge dapple grey horse, i think a percheron?? a big draft horse, with hooves about the size of a dinner plate. aside from her size, her name was probably the most intimidating thing about her, because she was the most mild-mannered horse ive ever met. she would let all the little neighborhood kids climb all over her, and mr davies would usually let two or three of us ride on her back down the street. she never really noticed the extra weight. i think that if mr davies ever slept in, thunderhead would go walk his route without him. she loved stevie too–but for very different reasons. steve’s hair apparently looked exactly like hay to her, so she’d wander over and start lipping the top of his head. she never nipped or anything, but steve always got amusingly flaily when she did it, and i always suspected she thought it was funny.

one boiling hot summer morning, steve and i were sitting on the front steps of our building, just wasting time. it was early, but already awfully hot out, so when mr davies rounded the corner, steve decided to go meet him, but i stayed on the steps. it was hot. i didnt wanna move. 

anyway, steve went trotting down the block, said hi to old mrs mckinnon, who was on her way to get groceries, and was about a hundred feet away from mr davies and thunderhead when the wind picked up. it was a very nice refreshingly cool breeze, which picked up some of the debris–old newspapers and leaves and such–hanging around and tossed it across the road. 

now, if you know horses, you know that sometimes they get terrified by utterly ridiculous things. im told many horses nowadays think plastic bags are the minions of evil, and horses back then were much the same. id never seen thunderhead scared before, but i guess a bit of newspaper whipped in front of her and was the spitting image of Pony Satan himself, because her eyes went white around the edges and she took off running. mr davies was around back of the cart, getting milk out, so there was nobody at the reins to stop her. she went tearing down the block, the cart bouncing along behind, like there was a pack of slavering borzoi chasing after. and of course she was headed right at steve and old mrs mckinnon. 

steve, being the brave little idiot he was, didnt run; old mrs mckinnon wouldnt be able to get out of the way in time, so he stood his ground, flung his arms out, and waited to get trampled by a rogue milk cart. all of us there thought we were gonna be scraping tiny blonde guy off the pavement, because thunderhead just kept going. 

but about ten feet away from steve, thunderhead must have recognized him, because she went to a screeching stop. four feet down, all her knees locked, skiddin on the cobblestones. normally, she’d probably have been able to stop in that distance, but she was still harnessed to that heavy milk cart, so instead she plowed right into stevie, chest first. 

he went flying. he mustve gone about six feet through the air, and he hit the ground and just laid there like a sack of really dead potatoes. i thought he must have broken his little toothpick spine. poor thunderhead looked just as scared as i was, because she got her feet back under her and crept up on him like the cart wasnt jangling right behind her. she dropped her nose down and started whuffing and lipping at his hair, and he popped up like a damn weasel. little moron was fine. he nearly gave me and mr davies and old mrs mckinnon and thunderhead all a heart attack, but he was fine. 

and mr davies gave him his whole bag of peppermints, and mrs mckinnon gave him a chocolate, so he didnt even learn to not do stupid shit like that.

This prompt was sitting in my massive page of notes, and I don’t know what message it came from, but it was next in line to be written, so!

Neil would be worried that Andrew was cheating (even though he never would) and Andrew would have to reassure him.


There is a winter inside of Neil that he hadn’t had time to prepare for, like he’s living in a summer home that doesn’t know what to do with cold weather other than bow its head and take the damage. 

He’s never been jealous before. He’s never been so willing to kill someone who hasn’t killed anybody first.

He looks up from the breathe in breathe out of day to day life and Andrew is there like the respirator he’s hooked into. If someone looks at Andrew, Neil feels it like a hitch in the machinery of his breathing — what if Andrew looks back? What if he gets enough distance from the bad things in his life that he realizes Neil is just another bad thing in disguise? What if he understands, as Neil does, that he deserves someone who isn’t violent and shaky and dishonest by nature?

He takes Marshall down to the floor of the court, hard. His head spills back in such a way that Neil can tell he’s been concussed, brain pitched back against skull. He scrabbles with Neil’s wrists but Neil pins his hands down on his own throat, pushing in just so. Marshall’s hands flex away from his windpipe. He thinks his own face might be screwed up into a snarl but he’s too numb to tell.

“Did you fuck him?”

Whatthe fuck, Josten, no, do you think he would let me—“

A lift and a slam back into the floor, and Marshall gurgles. “I didn’t ask if he let you. I asked if you fucked him.”

“No, no, I didn’t, Neil, come on.” His voice is garbled, Neil’s hands on his hands on his throat are a sweaty stack. “I know you’re together,” he says quietly, “and I wasn’t… I mean I flirt—I hit on everyone.”

“Not him,” Neil says icily. His fingers curl, Marshall makes a small, wet sound. He thinks about the way that Andrew let Marshall sit next to him on the bench. Neil had been playing, and he’d seen Andrew’s mouth move, talking to another teammate for the first time since they’d signed together. Marshall had thrown his head back and laughed.

Neil had taken a ball to the abdomen and reeled into another striker, been shoved back, started a slurry of violence that ended in a yellow card. When Andrew finally looked at him, it had been with disappointment.

Neil blinks and feels the padding of Marshall’s gear under his thighs, the wheezing rise of his chest. He lets go of his neck and he coughs and gasps.

“You can’t—“ he tries. “He wouldn’t want—“ He hates the ugly way he’s trying to convince himself out loud, the tremor in his voice. “He didn’t come home until morning. He smelled like your shitty menthols.”

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  • Maggie: *At L-Corp* So who wears the pants in your relationship Luthor?
  • Lena: Pardon?
  • Maggie: Come on, you and Kara. Who's the top?
  • Lena: That's-
  • Maggie: The Alpha.
  • Lena: Actually-
  • Maggie: The Daddy.
  • Lena: Look-
  • Maggie: The Dom to your Sub.
  • Lena: IT'S KARA, SHES THE DADDY, THE ALPHA, MY DOM, TOP TO THE BOTTOM. *takes breath* Are.. you.. happy..now..Detective?
  • Maggie: *clears throat* Uh Lena, I may or may not have been sitting on your intercom for your entire building.
  • Lena: ...Maggie Alejandra Sawyer
  • Maggie: That's not my middle-
  • Lena: Do you mean to tell me my entire building just heard me admit I am not a top like they believe me to be?
  • Maggie: Ahaha *shuffles feet* Maybe?I mean who even listens-
  • Lena: *phone rings* Hello?
  • Jess: Ms. Luthor on behalf of the entire L-Corp staff we would like to say despite you being a bottom we still respect you fiercely and Detective Sawyer might want to get off of the intercom button.
  • Lena: *whispers* Thank you very much Jess.
  • Maggie: *looks up* I'm gonna go.
  • Lena: *glares* Please do.
Thievery | Peter Parker x Reader

requested: no

summary: reader is peter’s best friend and has just realized her true feelings. after the school day she is walking home and stops at Delmar’s to get a sandwich where a theif comes in and holds everyone at gunpoint. reader is well trained in fighting and takes him on, unaware that he has powers. spider-man arrives on the scene and things get interesting…

word count: 2252 (sorry it’s so long, got carried away)

a/n: this is my first peter parker one and i’m nervous. also idk how i feel about this but i would be up to writing a part 2..? PLEASE give me feedback, that gives me life. anyway hope you enjoy

part 2  part 3

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Tucking a strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear, you steeled yourself to brave the horrors that were the halls of Midtown Science High School. You sucked in a breath and dove in, immediately being shoved from side to side by teenagers preoccupied by their phones, their friends, or their crushes.

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” You heard your friend Ned shouting for you and pivoted to face him, nearly causing yourself to collide with a huge dude with a mohawk. Luckily, Ned managed to grab your arm and yank you over to him.

Gasping a sigh of relief you thanked him, “Ned, you just saved my life.” To which he rolled his eyes.

“Yeah Y/N, he’s a real spider-man, better actually.” You heard the sarcasm dripping from his mouth before you saw your best friend in the world: Peter Parker. He came into view with his slightly-disheveled (but in a good way) hair. You averted your eyes immediately, feeling that tight sensation in the pit of your stomach. Unfortunately, your inability to meet his eyes did not go unnoticed and Peter’s face melted into worry, “Hey, Y/N? You ok?” His voice was ridden with worry but you just brushed it off.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, just thought I might’ve dropped something.” You mumbled your excuse, gesturing to your overflowing hands with a short nod and flashed him an empty smile. He cocked his eyebrows at you, clearly knowing something was up, but let it go.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight and have a Star Wars marathon with us?” Ned asked as he finished locking away his supplies in his locker and slamming it shut with an ear piercing metal bang. You considered his offer, on one hand you loved hanging out with them, you guys always laughed a lot and a new inside joke came out of every single one of these sleepovers. On the other hand, just this week you noticed something that once realized, could not be shoved to the side; you were falling in love with Peter, fast.

Recognizing your hesitation Ned used his persuasive sing-song voice, “There will be Doritosssss…you’re favorite.” He poked you in the side and you threw your head back and giggled. You glanced sideways at Ned, taking in his goofy grin, raised eyebrows and squinted eyes awaiting your response, and then you couldn’t wait any longer and you met Peter’s gaze. He was looking at you with a small smile and his eyes sparkled light brown with sincere affection. Dammit.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun, who’s house?” You gave in, knowing it was in your best interest both to have fun and because they would fight you on it until you said yes anyway. Both the teenage boys’ faces lit up with excitement.

“5:30!! My house.” Peter exclaimed, clapping his hands together in victory. You snorted a bit and nodded.

“I’ll be there. Alright, I have to run home to clean my room and I want to stop at Delmar’s on the way. Peter you wanna come with? It’s right near your apartment.” You let it slip before you could think better of it. Peter got the face that said “I really want to come but…” and you knew exactly what was coming.

“I have the Stark internship…” You said it in unison with him, earning a small smirk and a sigh, “I’m sorry but I really do need to just finish… some, stuff.. before we all hang out.” You nodded and called a goodbye, turning just too early to see the sorrowful look on his face. He wanted to be with you more than you knew…


“Hey Mr. Delmar!” You called as you entered the bodega. The large man behind the counter smiled at you as you made your way to the fat cat on the counter.

“Hola Y/N. You want a number 3? No pickles?” He asks you, you nod in approval.

“Oh you know me so well,” You shot him a wide smile and then began to scan the aisles to pass the time. You strolled past a mother with her little boy and noted that he was grasping a spider-man toy in his hand and tugging at his mother’s arm.

“Mommy, Mommy, wook, I make Pider-man go flying to help.” His baby lisp only made the entire scene that much cuter, his mother looked down and smiled at him, “Yes baby, Spider-man will always protect you.” You felt your heart leap. You always felt this weird connection to the idea of Spider-man, more-so than any other hero.

“So, Y/N, where is your boyfriend?” You hear Mr. Delmar call as you round the aisle closest to him. He rests an elbow on the counter and raises a single eyebrow in an eerie knowing way. You narrow your eyes at him and prepare to give him the “He’s not my boyfriend speech” that you give him at least twice a week. But you stopped short when his eyes went wide and he raised his hands in submission. He cocked his head at you as an attempt to tell you to get away.

“Put your hands in the air,” You heard a rough voice and then felt a jab in your lower back… a gun. You did as he said and felt him pin your hands together and place them where the gun was, which was now by your head. You felt your heartbeat in your neck and everything seemed to slow down. You saw the woman pull her son behind the furthest aisle, she locked eyes with you and you felt her fear echoed in your face.

“Give me the money, NOW” He shouted at Mr. Delmar, who looked at you with the concern of a parent and did as he said, pulling open the cash register. Pulling yourself out of the haze of fear you forced yourself to remember your training. Closing your eyes tight you drew in a serene breath, One, Two, Three.

Throwing your elbow back, you stomped on his booted foot. He drew away from you with a wheeze of surprise and pain. You threw a hard right hook and distracted him as Mr. Delmar reached for the phone and dialed 911. You actually started to have the upper hand as you kicked out his right foot and he fell to his knee, but then something turned the tables, his hands began to steam and his ski mask caught fire… shit


Peter always followed you home before he started searching for crime, only leaving you if he sees a problem or hears sirens. He was sitting up on top of the building behind the ATM across the street from Delmar’s swinging his legs back and forth and waiting for you to return to view with a sandwich in hand. He pulled his phone out of the side pocket of his backpack and scrolled through to see if he had any new texts from Ned. You were taking longer than usual, he stood up on the edge of the building, careful not to be seen, since he was wearing the Spider-man suit, and searched for you.

Peter knew something was up, he couldn’t keep hiding the secret from you, and eventually Ned would probably let it slip. He thought back to earlier this afternoon when you wouldn’t meet his eyes. He didn’t want to lose you but he didn’t want to put you in jeopardy with you knowing.

“Karen, can I hear what’s happening in there?” Peter asked his suit lady.

“Engaging enhanced reconnaissance mode” He then heard a commotion and could see the heat signatures of two people fighting. Suddenly, however, one of the figures had their hands and head light up red-hot. Shit, Y/N was in there. Peter shot up and jumped from his perch onto the ATM building and then swung down to Delmar’s, blasting through the door. Nobody would hurt Y/N…


You pulled away from the burning man and backed up as far as you could. But you remembered the frightened woman and decided to try and lead him away from them, “Come on, I’m just a teenager why don’t you come get me?” That was the wrong thing to say, he hurled a fireball at your head. You narrowly avoided it but fell to the floor, tripping over a fallen newspaper stack. Your heart caught in your throat as he moved to stand over you, pulling off his mask to reveal a devilish smirk.

“What are you going to do now, babyface?” He growled at you, showcasing his cracked and missing teeth. You cringed away just kind of moving backwards an inch.

“She doesn’t have to do anything, because I will.” Your head whipped up to find the source of the familiar voice. What you found you couldn’t believe… It was him! Spider-man. He shot a web into the middle of the mans chest and used it to pull him forward, he kicked the man in the chest and then looked over at you. “Get everyone out of here! Get to safety.” You looked up at him mesmerized, taking a moment to fully absorb his words and then nodded profusely. You pulled yourself up, muscles aching from the combat you just did and scurried over to huddled mother. 

“Please, you have to get out of her.” The woman nodded and gripped her son tightly, sprinting for the door as he kept pointing at the real version of the small action figure in his hand. You nodded at Mr. Delmar and he began to get employees out. You slowly leaned around one of the aisles to see where they were. Spider-man was locked in combat with him, continuously shooting webs that would melt over his hands so that the punches didn’t burn. You saw that no one else was left in the store and looked around for an exit route. You were blocked in, they had moved over by the doorway. You wanted to help the hero but didn’t know how. Then it occurred to you.

You leaned close to the ground and made your way to the ice cream refrigerator on the wall on the wall. Desperately, you flung the door open and began ripping ice cream off the walls, until there was enough space for you to be able to fit in it. You stood in front of it and then prepared yourself for bravery you were pretty sure you didn’t actually have.

“Hey! Hot-Head! Come at me, I bet I can still take you.” He turned to you and smiled. You turned around fast to make sure the open fridge was right behind you.

“What-what’re you doing!?” Spider-man shouted, but you shook your head, letting the man get closer. His hands caught fire and he pushed you until you were up against the freezer and you caught eyes with Spider-man. You had about 2 seconds to get him to understand. You gestured your head back, ducked down and pushed yourself on the floor between the mans legs and shouted, “WEB HIM.”

In a second a stream of webs shot over your head and sealed the man in the freezer, door still open (you weren’t trying to kill him). Spider-man walked forward and webbed him over and over again. And you knew your theory worked, the fridge counteracted his heat and he could not melt the webs.

When he was done webbing the thief, Spider-man turned to you and cocked his head in a weirdly familiar way, “Thank you, that was really brave..” He seemed confused but also satisfied and sort of… proud?

“Yeah- uh, no of course.” You replied nervously, noticing that he seemed to have made his voice lower since the last time he talked. You took in his muscles and felt a blush creep over your face.

“Listen, I kind of have to go, the cops are going to get here soon and I really don’t want to have to explain to my parents what happened, also I want to be able to hang out with my friends. They’d never let me leave the house again after this…” You gestured to the scene around you. The masked hero nodded. 

“I get it… more than you know. Come here, I can help.” He motioned for you to come outside by the door with him. “Hold on tight.” He grabbed you around the waist once you were out and shot a web, lifting you into the air. It was exhilarating and you felt your hair whipping around your face. However, the joy ride was short. Spider-man brought you to the ground 3 buildings over from Delmar’s just as the first responders arrived on the scene. Miraculously he took you in the direction of your house.

“Now you don’t have to worry, get home safe. I don’t recommend any more stops tonight.” Spider-man said to you. There was a note of deep concern in his voice and again it felt familiar.

“Thank you,” You whispered breathless. Staring at a real hero, one whom you had just helped catch a villain was unreal. He didn’t answer, he merely raised a gloved hand and smoothed down your unruly hair. Then without warning he shot a web out to his right and swung out of view.

Something in your stomach was telling you that you knew the face underneath that mask, but you tucked away that nagging feeling and hauled-ass home.

SELFISH (Part One) - Stiles Stilinski smut

Title: Darling Spread Your Legs For Me

Summary: A visit from Allison prompts you to think on the nature of your relationship with Stiles. Shortly after, the man of the hour makes a surprise visit (get your holy water).

Word count: 4.9k

Warnings: NSFW! Unprotected sex, oral (female receiving) annnnd a handjob. Lots of dirty talk. Like seriously. Oh! Swearing too :)

A/N: I said in the introduction that you didn’t need to read that part to understand the rest of the series. Whilst that still holds true, there’s a small part that references the events of the charity gala, so I’m gonna briefly summarise that part under the cut! 

I realllllly hope people read this haha. If you have any thoughts AT ALL, please let me know. It’d honestly mean the world to me. Happy reading!

SONG OF THE PART: listen here. /// Thanks to @isacclahys for supplying me w a song that sets the tone for this fic so, so well. It’s great.

INTRODUCTION | SERIES MASTERPOST

Originally posted by urbanteenz

We’re pretending this gif is Stiles. Shhhh…

Previously on SELFISH…

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No Strings (VI)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 4,004

Summary: It started off as such a simple question. How to know if you’re bad in bed? Of course when you asked, you didn’t imagine Jimin would actually answer.

Originally posted by softsugamon

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Punishment (Yoongi x Reader)

Pairing: Yoongi/Suga x Reader
Rating: M
Gerne: Wouldn’t you know it? It’s smut.

Words: 2,614

Warnings: bondage, orgasm denial, etc.

Summary: You want to have sex. Yoongi wants to nap. You’re having none of it.

A/N: I literally wrote this in one afternoon. smh I don’t think it’s my best work but it’s something. Anyway, Reblogs/Comments/Favs always appreciated!


When you’d started dating Yoongi you’d known of the fact that he is lazy. On his time off he likes to lay in bed and do nothing—maybe he’ll read a book and make some ramen or take a shower, but that’s it. He cherishes his off days like an old man, and sometimes that upsets you honestly.

Your relationship has lasted this long because 1.) You understand how Yoongi’s mind works and how busy he is and 2.) You’re pretty easygoing yourself. However…you have needs. And you know he has needs too, so sometimes you just don’t get it.

“I’m not really feeling it right now,” he tells you, yawning as he turns on his heel and swaggers back towards your room. He flops face first onto the mattress and you stare in appalment.

“Come ‘n nap with me,” he grumbles into the sheets at seeing your unhappy look, and you scoff.

“Enjoy your nap Yoongi,” you say, tone clipped as you turn away and trudge into the living room. You hear him mumble something in your wake but, of course, he doesn’t get up to come after you. Yoongi hates confrontation, after all—and you’ll get over at some point, just like you always do.

But…not this time, you decide. Not this time—not when Min Yoongi had just showed up to your apartment without warning and passed out on your bed. If he had brought food or had even kissed you and suggested a movie, then maybe you would’ve been in a better mood, but without speaking more than a “hello” he had dragged himself into your room and promptly passed out.

Think again, bitch.

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Backseat -- Billy Hargrove

Requested: Anonymous– “Could I please request a Billy Hargrove smut imagine? Maybeeee, backseat of his car? 8’)”   “Can you please please, please make a billy hargrove smut!”

Warnings: SMUT!! (16+). Slight choking kink (not too much). Cursing. Unprotected sex (everyone, be careful and use protection.)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: You and Billy are on a date to the movies, but the movie gets a little boring. So you two decide to have some fun in the backseat of his blue camaro.

Words: 937

GIF Credit: @cerseis-lannister

Listen to: Need You Tonight by R5

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SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader – Part 2

Originally posted by jennymagicalheart

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this next part! I have to head to work but I wanted to post it as soon as possible, so I’ll have to go through it and edit any little grammatical errors later!

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You followed Sebastian into the large glass building. He lived in the penthouse loft at the top floor. It was exquisite. Dark mahogany lined the floors of the ivory colored walls. Windows lined the walls facing outward and you could see the entire city from the front door, mesmerized by the lights downtown. You noticed the curtains lining the windows were pushed back, allowing for more privacy if so wanted, but not like it was really needed on the top floor of this building. The furniture was mod-inspired but still relatively new. The furniture looked like it had barely been touched, it’s ivory-mocha blend color matching well in the loft.

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Gemma Observatory by Anmahian Winton Architects

The top of this faceted private observatory in central New Hampshire, by Anmahian Winton Architects, rotates to provide different views of the night sky. The Gemma Observatory sits on a remote peak in the northeastern state, at the centre of a “dark” zone with a three-mile radius. Unobstructed by light pollution, the setting is ideal for astronomical observation.

Unlike typically domed observatories, the building has an angular form designed to echo its jagged granite surroundings. Lock-seamed zinc used to clad its exterior references the hues of the rocky landscape.  "[The building’s] dimension, colour, and patina evoke a material relationship to the grey granite outcroppings,“ said Anmahian Winton Architects, based in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

Imagine teasing Deadpool.

You look up at your apartment building and immediately see the loud mouth merc sitting at the top of the building, feet dangling over the edge.  Rolling your eyes, you head into the building and up the flight of stairs to your apartment carrying a brown take out bag. You walk inside and grab two beers from the frig, head straight out the window and up the fire escape.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you hop onto the roof and see Mr. Deadpool himself.

“Yo, Wade!” You call out as you come up behind him.

“Hey hot stuff. Fancy meeting you here.” You can hear the smile underneath his mask.

“Yeah, strange meeting you up here. Not like I don’t live in this building, dumb ass.”

Wade laughs, patting the spot next to him. Luckily, you were not afraid of heights, so you take a seat next to him on the wide ledge.

“I got beers and food,” you pass a beer to Wade.

“Tell me those are tacos in that bag.” He reaches for the bag, but you quickly move it out of his reach.

“I’m only giving you five this time, jerk.” You warn.

“Stop teasing, you’re giving me a major boner.”

You peer at his crotch, squinting, “Nothing major about that.”

“Ouch, you hurt me. But it’s true.”

You laugh and hand over the tacos to Wade.

“You are too good to me,” He lifts his mask just under his nose.

“You’re telling me, Wade.” You tease not paying much attention to the scarred skin that was showing. It didn’t really faze you much, but you hadn’t seen his whole face yet. Sipping from your beer, you devour a taco in two bites.

“Damn, you swallow fast!” Wade exclaims, stuffing a taco in his own mouth.

“Show me your face and I’ll show you my swallowing skills.” You nod to his mask.

The voices in Wade’s head yell at him to do it, because it had been awhile since anyone, but himself had touched his dick.

“Deal.” Is all he says as he pulls his mask off. You set the taco in your hand down and give Wade’s face a once over. His scarred skin didn’t really gain a reaction from you, instead you blink once and shrug.

“Eh, I’ve dated uglier dudes.”

Wade’s brown eyes actually softens as he set his mask down and takes a sip from his beer, smiling to himself.

“I showed you mine, now show me yours.” Wade smirks up from his beer.

“Okay.” You swing a leg to straddle the ledge and face Wade looking deep into his eyes. He wiggles in his spot turning to face you, waiting for you to make a move. So you open your mouth and move your head down toward his crotch. And when Wade becomes visibly excited, you reach down for the taco next to you, stuffing it whole in your mouth. Quickly you chew and swallow it, beaming with laughter.

Wade grins widely, “Oh, you fucken tease! I’m touching myself tonight!”

Misshaped Memories

Request/Prompt(s): could you either do a super fluffy 40s!Bucky x reader with prompts 22 & 36, or an angsty current… day? Bucky x reader with 4 & 7 and a hint of monachopsis?

22.   “You’re so cute when you’re sleepy.”
36.   “I’m going to kiss you now.”
4.    “I couldn’t sleep, and I know you’re practically nocturnal, so I thought  you’d answer.”
7.      “I needed you. You weren’t there and I needed you.”/
89.   Monachopsis- The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.  Sorry I couldn’t squeeze this last one in.

Warnings: I think there is 1 swear word. Massive amounts of angst and corniness.

Word Count: 4311

A/N: So much for ficlets. I mushed 2 ideas together, what can I say.

*****Takes place JUST after TWS.*****

Originally posted by allthisherostuff

Your fingers absentmindedly spun the simple gold band around your finger. This was where you always sat, sinking into the deep recliner next to the window where you could people watch and let your memories mingle with the present in an indecipherable dance. The soft metal had long ago worn smooth from your constant spinning, the small diamond perched on the top just heavy enough to drag the ring to the side on your now small withering finger.

A gentle voice called you back to your present surroundings. The young nurse gently shaking your elbow. “It’s time for meds, honey.”

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crossing the line | 01

genre: teacher!au, college!au, implied smut (?) i guess lol, other chapters will have smut.
word count: 2.1k 
summary: your drama teacher makes your schoolgirl heart flutter. 

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“I’m Mr. Kim,” he said sweetly, his voice sounding softer coming out of those plump lips than before, “I assume you’re the new student?”

You let out a deep sigh, finally having found your dorm after a few hours of walking around campus since the lady at the admissions office had no idea what she was talking about when she gave you directions. Apparently it “wasn’t her job” to know where it was. You were starting to get irked and hate it more and more here every second.

Lifting the small sheet of paper that she had given you, you let your eyes skim down the list of dorms before stopping at the one that was circled in blue ink. You read the name of the building before heading inside as you dragged your bag in behind you.

You exhaled sadly once you finally got to the third floor, the numbers ‘345’ staring back at you as you pulled your key out of your pocket with the same numbers embedded into it. You unlocked the door and pushed it open before looking around, only to see that it was empty. There was two beds one either side of the room, one with a big military duffel bag and tons of white t-shirts sitting on top of it. You snorted a little at your roommate’s fashion sense, wondering what kinda girl she was. What if she was a complete nightmare?

You never had to deal with living with other people since forever because you’ve always lived by yourself and liked being alone, so you never really had to worry about messy roommates or your stuff getting stolen.  

You shut the door behind yourself, throwing your bag onto the unoccupied bed before looking around the plain room. The walls were just plain white; stripped of everything and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the depressing colour. Your trail of thoughts was broken by the sound of the doorknob turning, making you tilt your head as the door opened again. Your eyebrows immediately furrowed as you saw a boy walk in.

His chocolate orbs widened slightly as he froze before giving your body a long once-over, letting his eyes trail down your curves and finally locking eyes with you. “Are you…uhm,” he began before awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, “My new roommate?” he questioned lightly, a cute little smile forming on his features.

It took you a whole minute to finally answer him, “This is your room?” you asked, arching a perfect eyebrow.  

He spared a small nod before stepping all the way in and closing the door behind himself. 

You couldn’t help but to check him out as you licked your lips, your stomach clenching at his toned body. He was hella gorgeous, tall and entirely handsome. “Yeah,” he returned, sticking his large hands into the front pockets of his worn out jeans, “I got kicked out of Empire State.” He added sheepishly as he offered you a shy look.

You just stared at him, completely baffled.

I actually have to share a room with him? – you thought to yourself as your eyebrows furrowed once again. A girl would’ve been bad enough to live with, but a guy? Scratch that, a handsome guy? “You’re my roommate?” you asked once again, still in slight shock.

His cheeks flushed when he realised that you didn’t want to share a room with him, causing his smile to drop. He took one of his hands out of his front pocket and ran it through his messy dark hair, “I mean, all the dorms are co-ed – unless you request one that’s not,” he said truthfully, his features softening a little, “I get it if you are uncomfortable, you can go talk to the community director, but that will most likely take a few weeks.” He added.

You let out a low groan before plopping down on your bed, “Fuck, can this get any worse?” you grumbled, putting your face in your hands as you took a deep breath. You tried to calm yourself down before you lowered your hands and saw the boy just standing there awkwardly; trying his hardest not to glance at you as he nibbled on his bottom lip, both hands back in his pockets.

“I’m sorry,” you sighed, sitting up and looking over at him, “I’m usually not like this but I’ve just had a bad… week,” you explained briefly, causing his brown eyes to land back on you as he spared you a nod. “I’m Y/N.” you quipped, holding out your small hand as you introduced yourself.

“Jungkook,” he returned before stepping forward to take your hand in his, purposely brushing his fingers over yours as he shook it. He seemed to loosen up a little bit and you could tell he almost wanted to smile, but he didn’t.

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bumblingbarry  asked:

Good sir, what if after Aunt May found out she freaks out and tells Peter he's grounded. But she doesn't take he phone, instead she takes the suit. Then Peter call/texts irondad about asking to help calm her down

-peter really should’ve listened for when may got home

-or at least shut his door

-and honestly he might’ve been able to get away with saying it was a costume

-if he hadn’t jumped onto the ceiling in surprise

-they have a short argument which is kinda both of them panicking and freaking each other out

-May figures out what the stark internship really is, that tony is responsible for giving him his suit, and that tony offered him a spot on the Avengers

-when may asks peter for his phone he just figures he’s grounded but then she unlocks it and finds tony’s contact and peter is really freaking out now

-he hears Happy answer in the usual snippy tone and peter wants to die bc Happy just snapped at Aunt May

-May turns to go have a conversation in private but, after telling Happy to put Tony on the phone, she turns back to peter and tells him to change out of the suit

-he almost argues because he just got it back and he’d been having pretty bad dysphoria since getting it taken away

-mostly because he couldn’t be spider-man without his suit and it really was the one part of his life that he wasn’t questioned or harassed about

-but he changes into comfy clothes and he can’t help but hear May yelling at tony

-he really hates his enhanced senses and the panic from being found out combined with all the noise is putting him on the verge of sensory overload which is the last thing he needs right now

-he almost puts the mask on to filter light and sound and maybe talk to karen but if May comes in and sees him in the mask he knows she’ll lose her shit

-he hears May saying “I will NOT let you talk to him!” and he decides to step in

-he has his spare webshooters on and he knows it isn’t the best course of action but he’ll never get May to hand him the phone

-so he does what any teenager to do and webs the cellphone that is currently in an ongoing call to a billionaire/superhero out of his aunt’s hands and into his

-may is probably going to have a stroke tbh

-but peter has to talk to tony 

-he ends up on the roof of the apartment building and is talking to a pretty frantic tony

-”How did she find out? What did you say? Do you need somewhere to stay?”

-he’s honestly such a worried dad that peter almost laughs

-peter briefly explains what happened and tony decides he should just come down to queens and talk to may directly

-tony should be there in like, an hour tops and peter should probably calm may down but he honestly doesn’t know how

-he ends up sitting on the roof for the next 45 minutes just trying to calm down and not have a panic attack

-tony shows up in the iron man suit because it was the fastest way to get there

-seeing tony reminds him of how he doesn’t have his suit

-how he might not be able to be spider-man

-so now his crippling dysphoria is back along with anxiety over talking to his aunt

-so like thats really fun

-tony and peter go inside together and tony almost got decked by may immediately

-peter pulled him out of the way and was a little stunned that may almost hit tony stark

-but he’s not about to say anything so.,,

-they talk for over an hour and may ends up relenting when peter promises to text her updates while on patrol, to not go out past 2 am on school nights, and keep his grades up

-tony ends up glossing the whole thing over and offers to take may out to dinner

-peter almost fights bc tony may be really cool but he will not be alone with his aunt after comments like ‘hope you’re wearing something skimpy’

-tony eventually goes back upstate a few hours later after they have a much calmer conversation over coffee in the kitchen

-peter texts ned and mj that may found out and mj replies “about time” while ned asks what color balloons he should bring to peter’s funeral

-”balloons???”

-”i’m not letting your last celebration be anything short of festive”

-”do black balloons but fill them with glitter for effect when we pop them”

-”mj don’t encourage him im not dying- may’s cool with it now”

-”lying is a sin, peter and your time for repentance is running out”

-peter would’ve responded to that if May hadn’t taken his phone

-Peter can’t really argue because he did lie for like, months on end

-and skipped classes

-and got detention

-so yeah losing his phone isn’t the worst thing that could happen to him all things considered

-and at least he can keep being spider-man

anonymous asked:

so I'm studying Japanese I'm just a beginner and I'm rlly confused about sentences. In English and Arabic the words of a sentence are all spaced out so it's easy but in Japanese the characters are all together how do u even know which is a word? Thanks

Hi anon. As a beginner, I would totally expect you not to be able to distinguish words within a Japanese sentence, so you can take a breath of relief there! Trying to read or write a Japanese sentence before learning about the parts its made up of is like trying to build a house without learning what a stud or joist or brick is and how they function within a structure.

If you haven’t already, start with your Japanese building blocks - hiragana and katakana. Beginner level Japanese lessons often omit Kanji until a certain point, but will require you to be able to read hiragana. Once you feel confident enough with hiragana, you can learn just about anything Japanese has to throw at you, including (eventually) kanji!

My suggestion for anyone learning this boss language is to invest in Human Japanese. I am forever trying to reconstitute what I’ve learnt into an easy to follow format for new learners, but nothing I do can compare with the HJ format. It’s been my sensei after all. The program separates words (along with their particle buddy) from each other so that you can clearly see what each little bit is doing within the sentence. 

I’ll try to give you a run down. This is a condensed run, but it’s not very brief. Soz!

Two most important rules re: sentences… Every Japanese sentence has a verb, and the verb always goes last. One reason for this is that the verb alters itself to tell you if the things in the sentence “verbed” now or in the past, and if they “verbed” positively or negatively. It ties everything up in a neat little bow.

The verb you may be most familiar with would be 〜です (desu) which is something like the English “is, am, are” and it totally doesn’t give a damn about the number of things that “are.” Desu covers singular and plural in a cinch. Something else you might have seen are verbs ending with 〜ます(masu) I’ll use a 〜ます example below to show you how verbs alter, or “conjugate” 

わたしは いぬを みます / watashi wa inu wo mimasu

( I は dog を see ) Positive present

わたしは いぬを みました / watashi wa inu wo mimashita

( I は dog を saw ) Positive past

わたしは いぬを みません / watashi wa inu wo mimasen

( I は dog を don’t see ) Negative present

わたしは いぬを みませんでした / watashi wa inu wo mimasendeshita

( I は dog を didn’t see ) Negative past

Another rule that you will come to delight in… If something is known through context, a Japanese sentence may often leave it out. This means that a few words, mixed with contextual knowledge and tone, can say it all. In fact, hilariously, a single verb can form a legitimate sentence on it’s own. たべます (tabemasu) means “I will eat.” Full stop. Mic drop.

The glue which holds the sentence together are the particles. Their function is to tag itself to a word and show how it relates to the one(s) coming after it.

は (pronounced wa when used as a particle, but ha when part of a word) tags itself to the topic of your sentence. It puts off an “as for this thing? well I’m about to tell you something about it” vibe. It has a way of posing an unspoken question about the thing it just marked, projecting attention forward to what comes next.

が (ga) tags itself to subject or the “actor” in your sentence. Who “verbed”? Gin-chanが drank dom-peri. The catが scratched. Iが slept. Your mamaが ate the entire cheesecake.

を (read as wo, but pronounced like ‘o’ ) tags itself to the object in your sentence. Objects are things that are acted upon by the verb. What was “verbed”? Appleを was thrown. Pencilを was stolen. Bookを was used as a coaster.

の (no) tags itself to the possessor or owner of something. Whose “thing”? Myの knockoff bag. Yūri’sの eros. Your girlfriend’sの tinder profile.

に (pronounced ni) tags itself to the location in your sentence. Where did the subject “verb”? Parkに went. Supermarketに bought 30 milk puddings. BTS concertに lost my voice.

There are a few others, but this is a good start.

Example sentence and we’re done:

あなたの ねこが くるまの うえに すわりました / anata no neko ga kuruma no ue ni suwarimashita

( Your cat, the car’s top sat.  Or “your cat sat on the top of the car” )

Vocabulary used: あなた (your) ねこ (cat) くるま (car) うえ (top) すわる (to sit) conjugated to すわりました (to have sat)

I hope this hasn’t put you to sleep anon! And hopefully it helps to break things down a little bit. Go ahead and master hiragana and build a storehouse in that mind of yours for lots of new Japanese vocab to start building sentences with. Happy studying ~