step into the freezer

How To Make a Ice Dildo

*** Remember, always run the ice dildo under cool water before you use it. This removes any frost from its surface and starts the outer edge of the ice melting. You don’t want to use ice internally untill it has started to melt and has a thin layer of water on its surface, or the ice may freeze to your skin.*

Items Needed:
Water
Cardboard Tube (From Paper Towels)
Rubber band (Not necessary)
Latex Condom
Tape
Scissors

How To:
Step 1. Cut the cardboard tube lengthwise to the end. Cut the tube horizontally to your desired length.

Step 2. Roll the tube to the desired diameter you would like your ice dildo to be. Once you have achieved your desired diameter tape the tube to hold it in place.

Step 3. Take the condom and put it on top of the tube, allow an inch to hang on the sides.

Step 4. While holding the tube and condom in place, proceed to fill the tube with water. (If you would like a clear dildo you can boil hot water before hand to avid a cloudy dildo)

Step 5. Carefully place the tube in the freezer upright and wait a few hours.

Step 6. Once the water has frozen, tie the top with a rubber band or make a knot.

Step 7. Cut the tape and remove the cardboard tube. Run it under water and enjoy…

** Note if you would like to create texture you can tie string around the tube or extra tape to give it grooves. **

Epsom scrub to help with wing aches

This is something I originally made with my therapist to help with stress, but I found it really really helps soothe my shoulders and back when it comes to wing induced back aches.

You’re gonna need:
-coconut butter
-Epson salt
-scented oil (optional)

This stuff is pretty easy to make, find a small container to hold the lotion in. A small Tupperware container would work, but you can find smaller containers at crafts stores.

(I used these small twisterz containers from artbin)

Next, you pretty much just mix the coconut butter and Epsom salt together in the container. It doesn’t matter how much you use of each, as long as you make as much scrub as you want. Personally, I used more epsom salt than butter just because I like the crunchy texture on my fingers. 

For the scented oil, you just drop as much into the mix that makes you happy! For scent, I used a mix between lemon and rosemary scented oils, and I couldn’t be happier with the scent.  My other angel friends have said that rose scented oil is great for this. 

Now you put the container of your scrub in the freezer until it hardens. This step is more optional then not, the scrub starts off oily, and freezing it keeps it from being all slathery, and keeps it in a more solid form for a while. This way, it’s easier to spread!!

I usually rub this on my back/shoulder blades and shoulders before I get into the shower. I let it sit before I get in, and it helps a lot when my back hurts from the weight of my wings. I hope this helps my fellow angelkin out there!!!

Scars Map - A Remus Lupin Imagine (Part four)

Originally posted by lovershub

OKAY HERE IS PART FOUR OF SCARS MAP, and by the GIF, you obviously know what’s coming (no pun intended). 

Warning : smut. 

Part one, two and three

Masterlist


It has been quite a while since you last saw Remus.
The last time, you were laying down on his tiny hospital bed, holding him in your arms, crying. He was sound asleep and not in shape at all.
You never saw him so messed up from the full moons. That was the last picture of him you had in your mind.
You stopped seeing Sirius.

When you admitted to yourself that you felt different towards him, when you finally came to realize that your feelings for Remus were maybe more deep that you initially thought, you had to be honest with yourself. 

You had been so scared to lose Remus in every ways. There was of course the risks he was taking every time he was transforming, but there was also this constant concern of him hurting people he loved, despite everything he wished for. That would be worse than death, in his opinion. And he had came close to it. 
He had enough on his plate for constantly injuring himself, he didn’t have to bear the burden of harming people he cared for.
Yet, you never were afraid of him.
That’s why, that special night, when he rang your doorbell, you were happy to see him showing on your doorstep.
‘Y/N?‘he said, shoving up the rain in his golden locks.
‘Remus? Come on, come on in!’ you said, pulling him by the collar.
He found himself in your apartment, wet and out of breath. You thought he didn’t want to see anybody ever again. When he found himself at St-Mungos because he attacked his two best friends, he didn’t want to see them anymore. And it included you. He didn’t want you to be in the middle of it all.
'Remus, are you okay?’ you said, looking at his face.
He looked hurt and embarrassed.
'I don’t know, I just… I didn’t know where to go’ he replied, taking off his damp coat. 


'It’s okay’ you replied. 'You did the right thing, coming here.’
He looked into your eyes and smiled weakly.
'I didn’t come to get your pity, Y/N. I just… I felt like I needed to see you.’
You smiled back, heading to your tiny kitchen.
'You hungry?’ you asked, looking in the fridge if you had anything to offer him.
He shook his head.
'I already ate.’
You turned around and considered him. You knew exactly what time of the month it was.
'Remus, I could cook something, I don’t mind. I know you must be starving’ you said, checking if you had any red meat hiding in your freezer.
'Nah, I’m fine’ he said, stepping towards you.
You turned around, only to witness Remus messing with his hair. He looked so cute.
'What brought you here?’ you asked, sensing he was suddenly uncomfortable.
He scratched his neck.
'I don’t know really… I felt like seeing you’ he replied, embarrassed. 'Sort of followed my instinct.’
You smiled.
'I’m glad you’re here, really.’ You paused. 'How are you feeling?,
'Horrible…’ he answered, trying to push away the memories of his last transformation.
'I’m sorry’ you mumbled, stepping closer to his body.
There was nothing to do. You felt like you were losing it when you were around him. You stared into his green eyes and sensed something you never felt before. There was lust in his gaze, like he really was about to explode with it.
'Remus?’ you asked.
He pushed himself on you, started to kiss deeply your lips, leaving traces of his imprint all over you. You mumbled something under your breath, but felt your spirit leaving your body all at once. Remus’ hands were searching for your skin as he started to pull up your shirt.
'Y/N’ he breathed in your neck, while your were already unbuckling his pants.
His hands ran down your waist as he grabbed your body to sit you down on the tiny kitchen’s counter. Legs spread to wrap him between, you searched for his sweet lips again, pushing your tongue in his mouth, ready to deliver yourself to him, entirely.
He stopped for a moment, admiring you giving yourself to him. He caressed your cheek, resting for a moment next to your face.
'I don’t know what I did to deserve you’ he whispered in your ear, putting a gentle kiss on your forehead.
As an answer, you pushed your panties down, knowing your whole body ached only to feel his touch once again on your skin.
He chuckled and took you in his arms, carrying you to your living room. He laid you down on the tiny couch, smiling at you. You could feel the urge and the hunger he felt towards you as he kneeled before you, placing gentle kisses between your thighs.
It made you moaned with desire instantly.
You knew exactly what this moment meant. The full moon was approaching. His wolf tendencies were getting nearer by the minute. He needed you in a intuitional way. You were his prey and was glad of it.
You saw him taking a mouthful of your wet sex as he started to lap on it. That only gesture pushed you over the edge. You put your hands and pushed gently on his head as he licked you with insatiable appetite. Only the white scar crossing his handsome face shone bright into the dim lit room.
'Remus’ you said, between two moans. 'I want you.’
Your legs were shaking now with all the pleasure you felt. He thrusted his fingers deep into you, moving them inside back and forth as you started to feel like you were pushed over the edge.
'Shit-’ you mumbled under your panting as you reached your release.
While you were recovering from your orgasm, Remus covered you with sweet kisses.
There was no release for him. Instead, you could read that he was really, but really, hungry for you. This was just a glimpse of what he would do to you. It turned you on even more. In a hurry, you untied his pants completely and you felt his hard sex pushing through his underwear. It lightened something in you. He removed the fabric from his waist and laid you down on the couch.
You felt his hard cock tickling your slippery folds, inviting him into you.
He pushed the tip inward, making you grab the couch intensely.
You sighed, ready to take him all at once.  
He considered you for a moment.
'I know we shouldn’t but…’ he said, sighing. 'Nothing comes close to the way I need you right now.’
You grabbed his chin in your hands and kissed him deeply.
Remus slowly thrusted himself into you, pounding slowly, with abeyance, while you held your breath between each shove. You felt your chest become heavier with emotion as you read his beautiful face, released of any tension. There it was: just him and you, alone together.
You felt sweat falling from his steamy forehead on your bouncing breast. He pushed your legs up as he started pounding a little bit faster.
You saw Remus close his eyes. He rested his face in the hollow of your neck. You felt him biting you mildly. There was it, the animal within him, revealing himself to you. And you didn’t mind. You loved him in his complex absoluteness.
You ran your hands down his back, feeling every scars on it crossing bumping on your thumbs.
You felt his tongue slide on your skin, he was devouring you entirely.
'Don’t stop’ you said, feeling yourself be put over the edge, again.
He growled, clutching on your hips with his fingernails, leaving tiny marks on you.
You needed more than this. You needed him to break you. You wished he knew you were his, completely. You never felt like that ever before.
You could feel you were getting near your release.
'Remus’ you whispered, between pantings and moans.
He didn’t stop moving, but he stared in your eyes. He was there, he was aware of everything.
'Remus I love you’ you admitted, feeling like you were about to cum.
You were afraid of what he was going to say. You were frightened he wouldn’t answer. That he’d stop. Because maybe what pushed him into your arms tonight was the fact that he was just thirsty for some skin. That he needed a warm body to keep him company.
Instead, he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it immediately.
You felt your walls tightening around him and moaned your deep pleasure into the whole room.
'I love you too’ you heard him say, amid two cries of pleasure. 'I love you too, Y/N’ he repeated.
A discharge took hold of your body completely as you heard those words.
You looked at Remus releasing himself into you, with a broken and deep howl.
Both panting and petrified, you stared into each others eyes.
You didn’t know what to say anymore.
'Is it true?’ said, Remus, resting his head on your laps.
'What?’ you asked, stroking his hair.
'You know what I am, Y/N. You can’t possibly-’
'I love you’ you cut him. 'I love everything about you.’
He turned his head to look at your messy self. He smiled.
'And I love you too. What are we going to do with that?’ he answered.

7 Years - BadBoy! Jeon Jungkook X Reader - Part 10.3

Wow, this was such a slow update. I genuinely thought I would have been finished quicker but I’ve been spending my time studying for exams but I hope you guys enjoy this part.

I have a killer headache right now omg

In other news Dean is coming to London Akaksksnesksoo I’m so happy. We don’t really get that many Korean artists down here so I’m excited.

I guess this may be the end of the date series so I hope you guys enjoyed the break from the drama (although I think I’m still going to keep it all to a minimum… we’ll see how it goes.)

To the beautiful anons who suggested making homemade ice cream and a study date (even though they were both short) thank youuu <3

Anyways, I love you guys and thanks for reading. <3

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Part 10.1  Part 10.2  Part 10.3 - Here  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 - Final


You were currently home alone, your mother having to take your sister to her weekly judo classes. However, since your sisters birthday was coming up, she had given you the task of making homemade ice cream.

Who even makes homemade ice cream anymore? Your family sure as hell didn’t.

Sighing, you searched online for a suitable recipe to use.

“Vanilla pods, caster sugar, eggs, milk and double cream? Seems simple enough…” Searching your house cabinets turned out to be useless since you were still lacking the vanilla pods. The only solution was to take a walk to the nearby supermarket and hope they had what you were looking for. Grabbing the money your mother had left you, you slipped on your shoes and left your house, making sure to lock the door behind you.

Ten minutes later you found yourself standing before an aisle in the shop, searching the shelves for vanilla pods. For some reason, vanilla pods were just not as easy to find as one would think.

“Where the heck are these vanilla pods?” A warm breath suddenly brushed against your earlobe, making you all but jump out of your skin.

“Maybe if you had bothered to look at the top, you would have found them.” A glare spread across your face as you folded your arms and turned towards the direction of the voice. There stood Jungkook, a hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone.

“I don’t appreciate that tone of voice.” He in turn, locked his phone and shoved it into his jacket pocket before he stretched his arm out to the top shelf, grabbing the vanilla pods.

“Y/N, you’ve literally been standing there for five minutes mumbling to yourself. Not once did you bother to look up so sorry for just stating the obvious.” Had you really been staring at the same shelf for five minutes? You doubted that.

“Sure… anyway thanks Kookie.”

Taking the pods from him, you turned on your heel and walked towards checkout as he fell into step beside you.

“Why do you need vanilla pods anyway? You don’t cook or bake.”

“Okay, that’s a lie.”

“Scratch that. You’re not good at cooking or baking.”

Ouch. You were pretty good at making egg and toast. That deserved some sort of reward, right?

And mixing the right amount of water and undiluted juice counted for something. Wait, that’s not cooking.

You decided to push the painfully dense thoughts out of your head.

“I’m going to pretend that that didn’t offend me, jerk.”

A deep chuckle resonated throughout his body and you were reminded about how much you enjoyed hearing him laugh.

“It’s true though. Listen, whatever you’re doing I’ll help. You can’t get through it without my skills.”

You found yourself rolling your eyes at his egotistical comment. Surprisingly, he’s been more vain recently. Normally he wouldn’t even boast about getting a good score on a test. You chose to believe it was all to impress you.

“One day your ‘skills’ aren’t going to do you justice and when that happens just remember I’ll be there recording to show the others.”

Silence ensued and you finished paying for your item.

“So what are we making?”

“…Ice cream.”

-

Keeping to his word, Jungkook followed you home to help with your task of making ice cream. You may have seemed unenthusiastic about his appearance but you were sincerely grateful he turned up out of nowhere to keep you company. You didn’t even mind that he wasn’t actually doing anything except from getting the equipment and ingredients needed out.

“I already put a tub in the freezer so I guess that’s step one done.” Checking the instructions on your phone, you followed the next step which consisted of cutting a vanilla pod and scraping the seeds out into a pan with milk, cream and the leftover pod. Turning on the heat, you left the pan to boil and turned to find Jungkook sitting on the kitchens island, staring right back at you.

“Can I help you?” The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile and he rubbed at his eyes.

“I was just thinking about the future. You almost look like a mum.” Your eyes bulged out and you tried to fight the blush that was growing on your cheeks. Sending a dirty look his way, you turned back towards the pan, taking it off the heat and leaving the ingredients to infuse.

“I’d rather not be thinking about being a mother. I find it awkward.” You were too engrossed with the pan of ingredients in front of you to notice Jungkook hop of the island and bee line straight towards you. He wrapped his arms around you and placed his chin on your shoulder whilst you poured sugar into a bowl and mixed it with the egg yolks.

“Why? You find it awkward to think that far ahead with me?” Whilst his words left him, he took the whisk out of your hand and began to whisk the egg and sugar together. You shrugged your shoulders, watching the ingredients fuse together.

“I’m thinking so far ahead that it counts for the both of us.” You elbowed him in the stomach which immediately caused him to wheeze out a dry chuckle. You were definitely not going to let him know that it actually hurt when you made contact with his hard stomach.

“Whatever, Jungkook. If that’s what makes you happy.” You felt him press his cheek against yours and he stopped whisking.

“If you only care about if it makes me happy, why’d you elbow me? Don’t tell me you like the idea? You do, don’t you?” You could feel the smirk that was present on his face right at that moment.

“Just shut up and continue mixing. You ask too many questions.” He obeyed you but not before he gave you a sweet peck on the cheek. When the sugar and egg had taken on a fluffy texture, you ducked underneath Jungkook’s arms and reheated the vanilla cream for a few minutes, stopping just before it began to boil. Taking the bowl from Jungkook, you slowly added the vanilla cream to the egg yolk and sugar, whisking until it was completely mixed.

“Jungkook, can you get a small bowl and put it inside a bigger bowl of ice water please?” He did as he was told and you poured the custard mix back into a pan, heating it up once again. You made Jungkook mix the heated custard for ten minutes before you turned the heat off and transferred it into the small bowl in the ice water. Allowing it to cool, you slapped Jungkook’s hand when he went to taste the result of your hard work. Well, both of your hard work.

“That’s for my sister, idiot.”

Instead of listening to you, he stuck his finger in once again and licked the custard off, grinning at your vexed face.

“Your sister won’t mind, she loves me.”  That certainly wasn’t a lie. She practically worshipped him.

“I don’t care if she loves you, stop being greedy.”

Holding your stare, the room went silent and he dipped his finger in the bowl again without breaking eye contact. Just as you opened your mouth to reprimand him again, he shoved his finger into your mouth, allowing the sweet taste of custard to fill your taste buds. You blinked a couple of times, not fully understanding what had just happened. He flashed his rabbit-like teeth at you in a smile, his finger still in your mouth.

You bit it. Hard.

Yelling out in pain, he pulled his finger out of your mouth and inspected the damage you had dealt.

“Ow! Why’d you do that? Wait… I’m not dating a cannibal am I?”

Smacking him upside the head, you then grabbed the flesh of his cheek and lightly tugged on it. He stuck the finger you had bitten into his mouth, trying to ease the pain.

“Do I look like a cannibal to you?”

Jungkook’s eyebrows drew together and he actually seemed like he had to think about your question.

“Well, I don’t know.”

You could only sigh as you let go of his cheek and grabbed the container you had stored in the freezer. Taking the cooled finished product, your poured it into the container and placed it back in the freezer.

“We’re all done.”

“Finally! I was getting so tired…”

Glaring at him, you began to wash the dishes that had accumulated in the sink.

“You’re acting like you can even cook.”

You missed the offended look shot at your turned figure.

“I can.”

“That’s not what Hoseok told me. He said the last time you tried to make something it stuck to the plate like it had been superglued down. He even said you turned the whole thing over and it didn’t budge.”

Scoffing, he began to play with his ear piercings.

“Hoseok is full of shit.”

“Apparently so was your food that day.”

Jungkook remained silent and you mentally praised yourself for your comeback. Suddenly, you felt a hand connect with your bottom and a resounding slap echoed throughout the room. You turned your head quick enough to catch Jungkook partially crouching with his hand held high in the air, confirming that he had indeed slapped your bottom. It wasn’t hard enough to be considered painful but you still narrowed your eyes at him.

“I’m going to shove the whisk up your ass when I’m done with these.”

The ice cream better be worth having to put up with Jungkook’s antics.

-

Your plan had been to spend the next few hours studying for the test coming up on the first week back to school but Jungkook didn’t seem like he was going to leave anytime soon.

“What are you doing now?”

“Well, I was going to study but your still here and you’re someone who apparently needs to be entertained twenty four seven.” He smiled at your attempt to jab him with an insult and slung an arm around your shoulders.

“Don’t worry, i’ll study with you.” You highly doubted that but it was always worth a try. Heading up to your room, you sat down at the desk beside your bed whilst Jungkook seated himself on your bed. You pulled out your revision notes and spread them across the desk for Jungkook to use as well.

“Your handwriting is cute.” Raising an eyebrow and allowing a smile to spread across your face, you thanked him for his compliment.

Jungkook managed to spend an hour and a half studying with no distractions which was a complete surprise. However, it was short lived as you noticed he stood from his position on your bed and moved out of your sight. Not bothering to turn around, you continued working on the question in front of you, struggling to make sense of it.

Sometimes you wondered if they gave questions like this on purpose to see who can come up with the dumbest answer. It was making zero sense to you right now.

A tap on your shoulder brought you out of your thoughts and you craned your neck to find Jungkook standing behind you with sunglasses on his face.

“It’s your first time with bangtan right?”

He then took hold of the sunglasses and whipped them off his face to reveal your black swimming goggles pulling the top half of his face down.

What kind of drugs was this boy on?

“Why are you like this? What did I do to deserve this?” You tried your hardest to keep a straight face but his unmoving expression soon broke your resolve and you burst out in laughter. He seemed satisfied with the reaction he had received and pulled the goggles of his head, placing them down on your desk. When you had recovered, Jungkook was peering over your shoulder at the question you had been struggling to decipher for the past ten minutes.

“The answer is three million six hundred and twenty eight thousand eight hundred.” It took a few seconds to comprehend that Jungkook had solved the question you had been debating for ten minutes in less than thirty seconds.

“Wait what?” When you questioned him, he began to explain how he had achieved the answer and taught you the technique needed to solve similar questions in the future.

In the end you had grasped how to conquer said question and spent the next hour studying more with Jungkook before you closed your text book.

“That was very productive, even more so with you around. Thanks for helping me.” He ruffled your hair and grinned before stretching his limbs out, falling back on your bed.

“Anything for my cute girl.” Beaming at Jungkook, you laid beside him and wrapped your arms around his body, briefly hugging him before letting go and looking up towards your ceiling.

You were grateful that you happened to bump into Jungkook at the supermarket.

Only he knew that you hadn’t coincidentally been at the same place at the same time. He was planning to spend the day with you when he spotted you leaving your house and decided to leg behind to see where you were going.

But you didn’t need to know that.


anonymous asked:

Can I maybe have some kind of Medusa!Flug one-shot/drabble? There's not much content of it.

It was cold. Flug could see his breath condensing in the air in front of him as it became harder and harder for him to concentrate. His head was spinning.

He’d been locked in a freezer for about half an hour now, and he didn’t know how much longer he could go without passing out, or worse, dying.

Why has nobody noticed I’m missing? He thought. The four villains had been invited to some other villains mason, whose name Flug couldn’t recall at the moment. They had been supposed have dinner and then take care of business with Flug’s latest invention, but somewhere along the way, the man had pulled Flug aside. The doctor had been under the impression that the villain wanted to talk, but when he was shoved into room and the door locked behind him, the others intentions were revealed.

“I know what you are,” the man had hissed. “Now I just have to wait until you’re weak enough to use as a weapon.”

Flug had banged on the door for what felt like forever, but no one could hear him. He tried to pace to keep his blood pumping, but there was no way to keep what was most important from freezing slowly.

The doctor pulled his bag off to examine the snakes coming from his head. They were hanging limp, eyes half-lidded and close to giving into unconsciousness. If they did through, then so would Flug, and he could feel a heavy darkness settling in over his mind like a fog.

“No,” he whispered. “Please guys, you can hold for just a little longer. He shrugged off his lab coat and tried to wrap it around his head to conserve head. Now his arms were getting cold through, and honestly, the lab coat wasn’t that thick in the first place.

Flug feel to his knees as his legs gave out beneath him. Then his shoulder slammed into the ground when he tipped onto his side. His head was throbbing now; one of the snakes gave a pitiful hiss.

BOOM

The door flew off it’s hinges and a mass of black limbs came crawling in through the doorway. Those indiscernible limbs condensed into the form of Blackhat, who then came running to Flug’s side.

“Shit!” Blackhat cursed. Flug was still conscious, but the world was moving in and out of focus. Blackhat slipped his arms under the his scientist and lifted him to carry him out of the room. “Got to get you somewhere warm.”

“Wait!” Flug shouted through the haze in his mind. “Not too fast… can’t… taxing on them…” So Blackhat stopped just before the exit and set the man back down. Then he shrugged his overcoat off and draped it over Flug’s head.

“I’ve got a villain to dispose of, so come find me once you’re functioning again, all right?” Blackhat stated. “Vamir will regret trying to kidnap you and kill the rest of us.” Then he was tearing back down the hall, shifting into a monstrous form as he did.

One….. two…..three…. Four…… his snakes were stirring now…..five…. Six…. he stood up and stepped outside the freezer room after picking his bag back up and putting it back on. The snakes were hissing angrily about the situation they had been put into, and Flug was ready to fight. He heard a vase smash followed by screaming, so he headed towards the source.

He found Vamir wearing some sort of Mecha suit, pinned to the wall by several clawed arms courtesy of Blackhat. Dementia was propped up against the far wall with a nasty but superficial head wound, knocked out cold, and 5.0.5 was next to her, cowering away in fear.

“Blackhat!” Flug yelled. The mass of eyes and teeth that the eldritch’s face had morphed into turned to look at him. “Bring him over here.” The many mouths grinned viciously as Blackhat pulled Vamir away from the wall, and set him down in front of the doctor.

“No no no nO NO NO NO!,” Vamir screeched. “PLEASE! I’LL GIVE YOU COMPENSATION, ANYTHING JUST DON’T!!” Flug motioned for Blackhat to let go of the villain.

“Do you think we care?” Flug said as Blackhat’s arms retracted one by one. “You made  mistake trying to mess with us, now you’ve got to pay for it with something of greater value.” Flug’s hands went to his goggles. “You’re life.” Then he pulled them up and stared directly into Vamir’s’s eyes. There was a brief scream of terror, before the mech suit broke apart under the heavy weight of the statue inside of it.

Flug’s goggles were back in place in an instant, and he breathed a sigh of relief. A grey hand clapped him on the shoulder, and he glanced to his right to find Blackhat grinning approvingly.

“Good work Flug,” he said. Flug’s chest puffed out in pride as Blackhat conjured an extra limb to grab the statue. Then Dementia appeared, helped along by 5.0.5.

“What’d I miss?” she asked.

“Not much,” Flug said. “We can go home now through.” Then Dementia saw the statue of Vamir.

“Damn, I wanted to be the one to take down that guy down.”

“You can break his arm off when we get back to the mansion if you want.”

“Hell yeah!”

When they got back, Blackhat held Flug took Flug around the backside of the house for a moment to talk.

“I just want to make sure you know that if anyone tries to hurts you like that again, I won’t wait to let you get back at them.” he muttered. “I will tear them to shreds.”

“That what you’ve said everytime a hero has broken in or a villain has come after us, sir,” Flug smirked beneath his bag.

“Well, I mean it this time!”

“I’m sure you do.” Flug nodded as Blackhat set Vamir’s now armless statue amongst the others littering the backyard. “I’m sure you do.”


**SLAMS HANDS DOWN ON THE TABLE** Why didn’t I know about this head canon before!!I love this head canon, and even though it’s not mine, I will cherish it forever as one of my favorites.  my anon, I hope you this is what your looking for, and that you enjoy his little thing I made. Also, Art:

This is Blackhat’s form in that one scene

anonymous asked:

Caught a woman trying to hide a box of frozen mac and cheese on a shelf earlier this week. She saw me standing there and looked like a deer in headlights so I asked, "Ma'am would you like me to put that back in the freezer where it really belongs?" which was literally fifteen steps away. This bitch was too lazy to walk fifteen steps to put it in the freezer. I'm delighted that I managed to make her see how stupid she was in that moment without coming out and saying she was stupid.

Who the Hell is Dick Grayson: Part 4

Prompt: Being Tony Stark’s daughter and dating Dick Grayson

Words: 843

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


    You can feel his disapproval. It’s radiating off of him. It reminds you of that time Damian and Tim had messed up an operation over a petty argument. It had put both the family and civilians in danger. In the end, he hadn’t talked to his brothers for nearly a week, and Jason had bragged about being the favorite brother for a good month.

    “They’re reckless.”

    Your eyes flicker up to your fiancé. “I knew you’d say that.”

    He leans down and kisses the top of your head. “You would. Some days you know me better than I know myself.”

    You chuckle, “I think anyone who knows you would have realized that.”

    “They’re not a team.”

    “Nope.”

    “How long have they been… working… together?”

    You wince, “Years.”

    He nods, “In the past two hours they’ve destroyed a marketplace, caused hundred of thousands of dollars in damage, completely ignored each other, and finally lost their target.”

    You flip the computer off, once you have confirmation that the Avengers are on their way home. You follow him from the control room and into the kitchen. You watch him take down a box of cereal before intervening. You take the box and put it back. “No cereal. Real meals only.”

    He gives you a smile, and slides onto a bar stool, “I’ve missed your cooking.”

    “We both know that you are a perfectly adequate cook. You just lack motivation.”

    “And time.”

    You shrug, “You got me there. Still, you’re an Alfred trained cook. You can beat me with your eyes closed.”

    He winks at you, “Maybe I’ll cook you dinner this week.”

    You lean over the counter and kiss him, “That sounds amazing.”

    Chicken Parmesan and potatoes doesn’t take long. While not all that healthy, it’s hot and tasty. You’re both half way through dinner when they walk in. They’re battered and bruised, and you can tell there’s been a disagreement.

    Out of the corner of your eye, you watch Dick study them. You’re fairly certain the only ones who notice are Nat and Clint. You step away from your food and pull and ice bag out of the freezer. Without a word, you walk up to your father and press it against his eye.

    He reads the judgment in your eyes, “I’m okay. Really.”

    You don’t even turn around, you simply say, “Dick?”

    “Black eye, cracked collarbone, rolled ankle, and a possible hair line fracture in his arm, if the video footage is anything to go by.”

    You glare at your dad. He leans around you and glares at your fiancé, “Thanks for that, snitch.”

    Dick just raises an eyebrow, and says, “Nice comeback… for a six year old.”

    The snickers coming from the rest of the team draw your attention, and you glare at them. They quiet down quickly, and with a mumble, you say, “I’m going to go call the doctor.”

    You pull out your cell phone, and keep an eye on your fiancé and your father’s team. From the way Nat’s smiling, you know she’s about to drop some type of information, “So, the Boy Wonder has a bit of bite.”

    Dick’s eyes swivel towards her slowly, “And how do you know about that?”

    She smirks, “I stole your file.”

    Dick nods for a second before saying, “Funny, ‘cause I did the same with yours. Including that bit of information you didn’t leak.”

    They stare at each other for a moment, before Nat stands. “You up for a spar then?” You answer before he can, “No fighting on a full stomach, or right after an op. First thing in the morning will come soon enough.”

    Dick smiles, and Nat scowls. You stay up just long enough to finish eating, and to make sure your father isn’t dangerously injured. You crawl into bed without another thought. Morning comes much too early. You wake up to an empty bed. Dick’s side of the bed is cold, and a bit of dread settles in your belly.

    You grab your robe and make your way down the hall, at a sprint. You hit the button for the elevator, and when it opens, Banner is there. “I was just coming to get you.”

    You grimace, “How bad is it?”

    “He was fine with one on one. Then they ganged up on him.”

    “Two on one?”

    Banner winces, “Three on one with your dad filming it.”

    “Three?”

    “Thor joined in with Clint and Nat.”

    You run your fingers through your hair, step in and hit the down button. The doors open straight into the gym. You walk in, to find two assassins, a trained acrobat, and a demi-god all lying on the floor.

    You go and squat next to your fiancé, “A little tired, are we?”

    He grins up at you, and in between gasps for air says, “They’re good. Not Bruce good, but still.”

    Nat glares at him, “One day I want to meet the Bat and fight him.”

    You grin down at your boyfriend, “If that happens, I’m selling tickets to the League.” He just laughs.

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Requested What about some caring shawn like if it’s your turn to get your wisdom teeth out?

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You’re watching a movie on your laptop while propped up against pillows on your bed because your surgeon had said that staying upright would help lesson the swelling, but you’re so uncomfortable. Your mouth aches since you just got your wisdom teeth out this morning. You had anything to eat, only drinking a smoothie all day, so your stomach is growling. However, your mouth hurts so much to even move it, so the idea of eating doesn’t sound good to you at all. Even though you took as much painkillers as you’re allowed to have, it doesn’t seem to be helping.

A light knock sounds on your door, before you even get a chance to reply, it opens slowly, revealing Shawn on the other side. He had purposely planned to be home since he knew you were getting your wisdom teeth removed, but he ended up having to do some things for work during the morning and it ran late. He apologized so much over text, but you assured him that it was fine, and that you were fine, which is a relative term.

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The Way You Are

Originally posted by royalkpop

Gif credit as listed

Yugyeom (GOT7) x Reader

-by Admin Bee

A/N: Happy Birthday to Gyeom, our tall maknae! I hope your day was filled with video games and dabbing it out with your best friend.


The slam of the door behind you resonates throughout the mostly empty apartment. You angrily take off your coat and shoes and shove them into the closet before aggressively pushing past Yugyeom, who is still working on taking off his shoes very, very slowly, trying to stay out of your way. The front door is right beside the kitchen so it takes you no time in stepping over to the freezer and whirling on your heel to chuck an ice pack at his face. He’s lucky he catches it, the frozen packet surely would have darkened the bruise lining the side of his forehead if he hadn’t.

“Thanks,” he mumbles as he brings the pack up. He skirts behind you quickly as to avoid your furious search through the drawers for the first aid kit, already knowing how you’ll want him: sitting up on the counter without saying a word. Just like he does every time you have to fix him up.

“You dumb, ridiculous, stupid boy.”

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Put Your Head on My Shoulder - Alex Summers

words - 865

pairing - alex summers x reader

warning - fluff,

a/n - i listened to this on repeat while writing this lol thank you to @emmcfrxst for looking over this before i posted it! x

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You all sat around, laughing and smiling, throwing around insults and jokes. You took a sip of your drink, a simple, pina colada with a splash of Malibu, almost spitting it out when Peter drunkenly shouted that it was his “main priority” to get laid tonight. Ororo cackled, resting her forehead against Warren’s shoulder as his shoulders shook, a wide grin stretched across his face. Alex shook his head, bursts of laughter escaping his lips. Even Erik was smiling, looking up at his son with, what he hoped, for Peter’s sake, was a hint of pride. Peter sped over to the kitchen and brought back an armful of beers, passing one to each person.

“We’re all gonna be shit-faced by the end of the night, or this ain’t a celebration.”

Alex looked over at you, who had already popped the cap off the bottle and brought it to your lips, taking a quick swig, before he took one of his own. You looked up at him, winking, before Alex draped his arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer. You shifted into his side, head resting against his chest, taking another swig from the bottle of amber liquid. Alex looked to his left to see Ro looking up at Warren, eyes distant and somewhat glazed, as he talked about something Alex couldn’t hear. Even though she was completely focused on him, Alex doubted Ro was listening to a word Warren was saying, she looked too far gone for that, as he demonstrated with his arms whatever tale he was spinning. Alex looked over to Kurt who was sitting listening to Jubilee talk about Star Wars - again.

You tapped Alex’s wrist with your finger and rose from the loveseat, making your way over to the kitchen with your empty bottles. Alex watched as you walked away, hips swaying with each step. He smiled as he watched you get the coconut rum from the freezer along with some mango juice and stand in front of the counter. You made your drink before coming back over to the couch, taking a small drink as you sat down. Alex looked down at you and pulled you closer by the waist.

He leaned down, putting his lips to your ear. “Why do you keep moving away from me?”

You looked at him from the corner of your eye, arching an eyebrow, before looking up at him fully, eyes searching the sharp planes of his face, before settling on his eyes. You put your hand on the back of his neck, fingers intertwining with the long hair at the nape before bringing his face down to meet yours, your breath mixing with his. You smiled at Alex, brushing your lips against his. “This close enough for you, Pretty Boy?”

“Not at all.” He pressed his lips against you, using the arm on your waist to press you against him.

You rested your head on his shoulder, snuggling into his side, feeling the warmth radiating off of him. You wrapped your arms around the crook of his elbow, curling into his side. Alex placed his hand on the side of your thigh, nestling it behind where your knee and thigh meet, rubbing small, slow circles on the side of your knee. You leaned up, pressing your pina colada flavored lips to his, before pulling away and brushing your nose against his.

Alex took a deep breath, settling back against the couch, feeling that familiar warmth well up in his chest, making it feel like his heart would explode straight through his ribcage. He had seen people torn apart and put together by this thing called “love”. Countless people have said they had “played the game of love” and lost. So many people see love as this impossible, unwinnable game. But, he promised himself, promised you, whether you knew it or not, that he would find a way. He couldn’t lose what he had in that moment. With this family.

With you.

People would consider him a fool, for rushing into something so unpredictable with such tenacity, but he didn’t care.

So, before he could psych himself out of it, in light of this newfound epiphany he’d had, he leaned down, putting his lips near your ear again and simply whispered, “I love you.”

Your breathing hitched as you turned to him, eyes wide and no longer half glazed, those three words sobering you up in less than a second. You looked at him, almost as if you were making sure he wasn’t lying. That this wasn’t some cruel joke to kick off the new year.

And then you smiled.

No, not the soft, loving, sweet smile.

All teeth, couldn’t even tell you had lips, your cheeks stretched, you were smiling so big. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled back, eyes level with his, before leaning in and mumbling against his lips. “I love you too.”

You pulled back, pecking his cheek, before returning to the same position on his shoulder. He sighed, content in his decisions, and rested his head against the back of the couch, smiling as he heard a laugh fall from your lips.

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@raypclmer @alexsunmners @alexs-ummers @kurtwxgners @put-in-writing xx

ROOMIES

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Kai Parker x Reader
word count : 2 152
summary : Reader and Kai live together ; Reader has feelings for him and one day Kai brings home a girl.
*not my gif
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Almost three months had passed since Y/N moved to live with Kai. His place was near her college and since she had been a late admission , the dorm had been filled. Kai had offered that Y/N move in with him she had agreed. All her friends had been against it specially Damon, but Y/N ignored them. Truth was she liked Kai and has never been afraid he’d hurt her. He always acted different towards her , nicer though he still got on her nerves some times.

“Morning roomie.” said Kai grinning when Y/N walked into the kitchen in morning still wearing her PJ’s. “Sleep well ? It sounded like you kept tossing and turning all night.”
Kai was leaning against the kitchen counter holding a steaming cup with coffee in his hands. Of course she had been tossing and turning. Thoughts about him kept her awake. Y/N wanted to tell him how she felt , but what would be the point ? It’s not like he felt the same way about her. She sighed taking a step towards the coffee machine to pour herself some coffee when Kai touched her hand getting her attention.
“This one’s for you. Just how you like it - no sugar , no milk.” he said smiling. “I even added nutmeg for you.”
“T-thank you.” said Y/N looking at Kai with curious eyes. “Why are you being so nice ?”
Kai put his hands in his pockets leaning against the kitchen counter again. He was looking at her differently or maybe she was imagining it. Her ‘rommie’ was never this nice to her. Sure he’d make her morning coffee and breakfast but usually by the second minute she had entered the room , he’d be making comments about how annoying it is when she tosses and turns all night , making noises and keeping him awake. Or how she had woken him up coming late from a party at her friend’s dorm room. Kai was getting on her nerves most of the time and a few times she even considered moving out. Except she couldn’t , even if she wanted to. Y/N was in love with him. She hadn’t intended for her crush to turn into this but there was just something about him when he raised his voice during their bickering , looking at her with fire in his eyes that was drawing her towards him. Every little thing he did somehow was able to make her love him and hate him at the same time.
“What are you talking about ? I’m always nice to you.” he smiled at her. “Making your breakfast , looking after you… ”
“Right. Okay.” she said glancing at the clock on the wall. “Damn it , I’m gonna be late! Why didn’t you wake me ?”
“Because I like the sparkle in your eyes when you have slept 8hrs not 5. And you are not going to be late , I’ll drive you.” offered Kai. “Get dressed , I’ll pack your textbooks for today.”
Y/N looked at him suspiciously. Something was definitely up with him… What had been that comment about her eyes ? And how did he know what textbooks she’d need for the day ? By the time she had changed , Kai was already waiting for her with a packed lunch , all textbooks for the day and a cup with coffee to go.
“What are you up to ?” she asked suspiciously when he even offered to carry her things to the car for her.
“Nothing. Why do I have to be up to something?” he smiled putting the keys in the ignition. “Can’t I just be nice to my gorgeous roommate ?”
Y/N glanced at him trying to figure out what had happened to get him to act like this. Before she had time to even being processing what was happening , he parked the car on the college parking lot and went to open her door for her.
“Classes end at 6PM right ? I’ll come pick you up.”
“Um … okay ?”
Kai winked at her and got in his car , driving away while she stood frozen in the parking lot starring after him. Y/N checked her lunch bag and couldn’t help but smile finding a veggie wrap inside.
* * *

Y/N was in the kitchen that evening when she heard the front door unlock. Kai had come home and she was excited to see him again and figure out why he had been this nice to her the past month. She was starting to fall for him even more and a part of her missed their bickering over everything.
“Hey you’re ba-”
Y/N froze on the spot. Her heart broke to pieces when she saw Kai and his arm around some girl’s waist , his other hand caressing her cheek as he was leaning in towards her. It looked like he was about to kiss her.
“OH. I um …”
“Oh hey. Sorry , I should’ve called.” he said casually. “This is Mindy. We met at the coffee place down the street…”
Y/N smiled awkwardly waving her hand in ‘hello’ to the girl. There it was - she had kept quiet and Kai had found someone else. Even though her heart was breaking she was happy for Kai. Now she knew why he had been so nice to her - because he had started falling for someone. It made sense , love changes people. Maybe this was his chance to become better. Y/N felt her eyes starting to water and she knew if she didn’t go away he’d see her cry and thats the last thing she wanted. She cared too much about him to ruin his evening like this.
“Well , um … have fun. I .. I’ll give you some privacy.” she said quickly walking past them and locking her bedroom door behind her. Y/N slided her back down against the wall next to the door until she was sitting on the cold floor , her hand covering her mouth trying to muffle the sobs. A few minutes passed and there was a knock on her door. She ignored it , trying not to let the sobs become audible , but she lived with a vampire…it was pointless.
“Y/N ? What’s … whats going on ? Are you OK?” Kai’s voice came through the door. He sounded worried.
“Yeah , I’m fine. Go back to your date.” she said trying to sound confident.
“I can hear your heartbeat. You are lying.” he said. “Talk to me , please.”
“I am not lying. Just … go back to Mandy or whatever.”
“Y/N…. Open the door or I will kick it in.” he said twisting the door knob.
There he was. The Kai she knew and fell for , the one who didn’t accept ‘no’ for an answer and always got what he wanted.
Y/N reached her hand up , unclocking the door.
Kai pushed it open , glancing around the room searching for her until he saw her - her knees brought up to her chest , red puffy eyes with a trail of tears on her cheeks but what got to him the most was that she was avoiding his gaze completely. He sat on the ground next to Y/N , his eyes focused on her.
“What happened ?” he asked. “Did someone hurt you ?”
Silence. Kai didn’t like seeing her like this , and he hated the thought he might be the reason for it. Y/N wouldn’t even look at him. He tilted her chin towards him until her eyes met his.
“Tell me.” he asked softly.
Y/N couldn’t take it anymore. How can he not know what the reason for her being like this was ? As if it wasn’t obvious. She slapped his hand away and then slapped him hard.
“Ouch ! Aghhh …” he said rubbing his cheek.
“That was for bringing a girl to our home.” she said angrily , getting up and heading into the living room with Kai on her tail. He grabbed her hand blocking her way. “Let go of me.”
“Why would you care if I bring a girl home or not ?”
“I don’t care. You can do whatever you want.” Y/N replied.
Kai smiled to himself. “You slapped me for bringing a girl to our home because you don’t care ? That makes no sense , Y/N.”
Y/N tried to come up with an answer but came up with nothing. Kai had pushed her buttons a little too hard this time.
“Because I … … UUGHH!” she groaned , storming into the kitchen with Kai right behind her. He grabbed her hand making her spin around so suddenly she bumped into him.
“Y/N … ” he whispered, his eyes meeting hers. For a long moment they just gazed into each other’s eyes. Kai’s palm brushed gently her cheek and Y/N leaned in towards it. “You like me.” he said smiling , listening to her heart beat change. “That’s why you are so upset. You are jealous…”
“I am not upset.” said Y/N pushing him away , taking a step back from him turning towards the fridge. She opened the freezer , getting the chocolate ice cream box out. Kai swiftly took the ice cream from her hands putting it back in , his smile getting wider by the second. “I want my ice cream. Give it.”
She tried to open the freezer again , but he kept the door closed not taking his eyes off her as she struggled to open it. Kai didn’t need vampire hearing to know she lied about being upset. Whenever something wasn’t going right for her , she’d reach for the chocolate ice cream. Always. And she hadn’t denied liking him or being jealous.
“Ugh !” she groaned in frustration.
“Do you know why I brought that girl home ?” he asked suddenly serious , his fingertips trailing their way from her shoulder to her fingertips , intertwining them with his. Kai could feel her shiver under his touch , her heart starting to race. “Because I wanted to figure out something … and now I know.”
“To figure what out ?” said Y/N quietly , her heart beating so fast as if about to leap out of her chest. She was starting to get lost in his smoky blue eyes just like every time they fought except there was no fire in them this time, there was something else.
“How I feel about you.” he said smiling , slowly leaning in towards her. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Every night for months now I toss and turn in bed until I sneak into your bedroom to watch you sleep and when finally I do fall asleep you are still there. You are everywhere. It’s like you’ve gotten into my blood stream or something.” he said stroking her cheek for a moment. “Arhhh … Emotions are hard…”
“Wh-what … what are you trying to say ?” said Y/N , a small smile on her face. Kai had sneaked into her bedroom to watch her sleep. If it was someone else , she’d probably think it was creepy but when it comes to Kai it felt different.
“I think … I am in love with you.” Kai’s lips almost touched hers as he said it.
“You have a very .. interesting way of figuring things out.” she whispered.
“I’ll make it up to you.” he whispered gazing longingly into her eyes for a moment before his lips crashed against hers , scooping her up into his arms. Y/N’s hands moved towards his neck , pulling his face closer to hers. Kai seated her onto the kitchen counter , her legs hitching around his waist as his lips kissed her jaw line. “I love you Y/N.” he said softly into her ear while her fingers tangled in his hair.
Kai rested his forehead against hers, Y/N’s fingers brushing against his scruff. Both of them smiling widely. His eyes were glowing and everywhere he touched her it felt like electricity coursing through her veins.
“I love you.” he repeated , listening to her heart skip a beat at his words. “I love everything about you - the way you crinkle your nose when you don’t like something. How your eyes glow every time you smile. The way you furrow your brow when you are thinking. I love every little thing you do. I love you.”
Y/N was at a loss for words. The evening had taken a very different turn. Kai kept looking at her, a little nervous waiting for her to say something but how could she put everything she felt towards him into words ?
“I love you too Kai.” she said. “I love you more than I can put into words.”
“So you forgive me for … hurting you earlier?” he asked smiling.
“I … I don’t know.” she pretended to think about it. “I may need more convincing…”
“You are so mean.” he teased , his lips colliding with hers again. “How about now?” he whispered. Y/N shook her head and he kissed her again and again , taking away her breath completely.


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Cold Coffee - Cisco Ramon Imaigine

A/N: aaaahhh xD this is my first Cisco Ramon imagine and I’m honestly so excited I cannot contain it! I am in love with this beautiful cinnamon roll and I think he doesn’t get nearly as much love as he deserves! :D so here it goes, hope you dearies like it :D

Request:
anonymous asked: *cracks knuckles* (that was much more badass in my mind) YOU ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE! You’re an ice!metahuman that Team Flash takes in to teach how to control their powers but refuse to open up about your past until one night Cisco finds you crying in the pipeline and you tell him about how your mother and siblings died at the hands of your step father that had you locked in a meat freezer the night the explosion happened (I know it’s dark but it’s been prodding my mind for a while now)

so, here it is :D enjoy!

Warning: abusive stepfather and reader’s family death… so yeah, kind of dark in some parts :/ but happy ending, yay!

Disclaimer: I don’t own The Flash :)

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Cold Coffee

“Hey, (Y/N), there’s my favorite girl” Cisco said as she entered the cortex with everyone’s coffee from Jitters.

“What do you want?” she asked suspiciously as she gave everyone what they asked for.

“What? Why would you think I’d want something just because-“ he started but she raised her eyebrow at him. “Ok, here’s the thing. You know how we need to try this shields to see if they can resist Captain Cold’s gun?” he said sweetly. “I was thinking I could maybe try it with… your… powers… you know?”

“I thought you were working on another gun that resembled Captain Cold’s” she said not really content about having to use her powers, since she was still managing to learn how to use them.

“Glad you asked” he said grabbing his coffee from her tray. “I did do that but Joe wants to make sure his people are gonna be completely fine and well, we all know that you are as cold as it gets, am I right?” he said with a small laugh but (Y/N) didn’t even smile. “Please?”

“I’m not even that good at controlling them yet” she said unsure.

“Well, we’re still training in a bit” Barry reminded her. “So maybe you can try after that?”

“Fine” she said sighing as she took her seat at her desk.

“Hey, (Y/N), am I reading this wrong, or is tomorrow your birthday?” Caitlin asked excited and (Y/N) felt herself pale a little.

“Uh- I um- y-yeah tomorrow’s my birthday” she said quietly knowing there was no way she was getting out of this.

“What? Why didn’t you say anything?” Barry asked.

“Yeah, we have to celebrate” Cisco said excitedly.

“Oh, n-no that’s really not necessary. I don’t feel like doing anything-“

“(Y/N) come on, it’s been pretty chill lately and it’s on a Saturday. Downtime leads to increased productivity, ergo we need to have fun” he said rolling his chair towards hers. She simply eyed him with a serious expression on her face not responding. “And the best way to have fun is for us to go out to the club” he suggested. “Am I right, Team Flash? LET’S GET TURNT!”

“Yeah, that’s not happening” she said getting back to her work.

“Come on, Elsa-“

Stop calling me Elsa” she said glaring at him.

“Loosen up a little. It’s your birthday and we all need a break” Cisco tried to convince her. “Come to think of it, I don’t think you’ve ever hung out with us outside of S.T.A.R. Labs” he said.

“Cisco” Caitlin warned him knowing he was slowly walking into dangerous territory. (Y/N) was a really reserved person and they all knew that.

“What does that have to do with anything?” she asked looking at Cisco.

“Well, nothing just that you’ve been here for months now and you’re still sort of an enigma” he replied.

“Cisco” Barry tried but he still ignored them.

“There’s not much to know” she said shrugging her shoulders. “My name is (Y/N), I have ‘ice powers’ as you said and-“

“And that’s pretty much everything we know about you” Cisco complained. For the longest time he had tried to know something, anything else about (Y/N). The minute he had laid eyes on her he thought she was incredibly beautiful and when he got to know her, well, as little as it was, he couldn’t help but feel captivated by her. The only problem was; she was probably the most reserved person he’d known. They knew as little as possible about her and he wanted to know more. He wanted to break down that wall that she had up against everyone. “We don’t know anything about you, like your favorite color, what movies do you like, books, food. I mean, if it wasn’t for Caitlin we wouldn’t even have known your birthday was tomorrow-“

“Well, maybe that’s because I didn’t want you guys to know my birthday was tomorrow because I don’t want to make a big fuss about it” she said trying to get back to work but Cisco wasn’t letting her off that easy.

“But we can even have your favorite cake. If we knew what it was. Wait, don’t tell me. Ice cream cake, duh” he said laughing trying to make her laugh too. (Y/N) turned to look at him and smiled a little.

“You are so funny, Cisco” she said using a fake laugh before she touched Cisco’s coffee cup and he slowly felt it freeze until it got ice cold so he stopped laughing. (Y/N) smiled sweetly at him before she turned around and left the cortex.

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#SanversWeek Day 1

AHHHHH!!! @queercapwriting ‘s #SanversWeek is finally here!! Welcome to Day #1. Today’s prompt is: Intimacy 


Before she was disowned, Maggie’s family was all about tradition. 

The way every other Christmas stocking was flipped on the mantle, for instance. 

How her mom would overlook the health risks and make Maggie flour pancakes instead of wheat on every first day of school. Or even her Grandmother’s nightly tea. 

Little acts like those were ingrained in her and even after all these years, she missed the patterns her family followed. 

The stability it implied. 

And while the meticulousness of every task caused a younger Maggie roll her eyes, those were pieces of her past that she never wanted to bury. 

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Diamonds & Shutters Part 4

Part 4: Hurting

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Summary: College!AU.Jensen is a baseball player and (Y/N) is a photographer, they are best friends and roommates until someone in Jensen’s life leaves him disconsolate and anguished but (Y/N)’s secret stops her from immediately mending Jensen’s broken heart.

Word Count: 1579

A/N - This is part four my entry for @frickfracklesackles #Natalies1000MovieTropeChallenge #Natalies1000FollowerCelebration The prompts I chose were College!AU and the quote: “I knew it was a great mistake for a man like me to fall in love” from The Great Gatsby, which can be read in PART 1

A/N 2 – This is also my entry for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing SPN HIATUS WRITING CHALLENGE 2017 – WEEK 14 with the prompt: ‘I never wanted to hurt you.’ - Thank god this prompt came out otherwise this part wouldn’t have been born.

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When you came to, your head was pounding but your bed was empty and you started to panic, the body next to you was gone. Was he here? Did he find you? Find you both?

Your body went onto autopilot, searching and screaming.

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How are Harry and Louis from never be doing? Did Louis get summer Harry?

It’s mid-July and New York is burning hot. Record temps, they’re saying. This part of the state hasn’t seen a heat wave like this in nearly 80 years. It’s hot enough for Louis to call out of work twice this past week to work from home, because the idea of sitting on the subway with a handful of sweaty strangers is enough to make him well up with tears. Harry snorts when Louis tells him he isn’t heading into the office again, shaking the bath water out of his hair as he says, “It isn’t even that hot, Louis. You’re being dramatic.”

Louis flips him off on his way to the kitchen and calls out over his shoulder, “I hope you burst into flames once you walk outside.”

“Thanks, love you, too.”

After Harry leaves for work, Louis makes himself comfortable - and half naked - on the couch, air conditioning blowing as cold as he can make it, his work documents scattering across the floor from the breeze. He groans, wipes his brow with the back of his hand. Fuck it. Work isn’t happening today. It’s not meant to be. Global warming is against him, and who is he to fight Mother Nature?

He hasn’t heard from Harry all day, which isn’t out of the norm. He’s been insanely busy over the past two months, projects taking over his life from 9-5, sometimes spilling into his down time at home. And Louis thought he’d be bothered by Harry bringing his work home so frequently, but he likes being able to see exactly what he’s doing during the day, likes being involved in it. Harry takes the time to explain, asking Louis for his honest opinions, and Louis has no problem turning the TV’s volume way down just so he can play along.

“Really, Styles? Times New Roman with italics? This isn’t a barn.”

“That’s… not the point of what I’m showing you.”

“Well, it should be.”

Harry furrows his brows and looks down at his laptop, and Louis can tell he’s changing the font without being able to see the screen. He bites back a smile, goes back to pretending he’s watching something stupid on The Food Network, ready for Harry’s next question or explanation.

It’s been ten months since Harry moved back to New York, and though he has his moments of missing his family and his old friends and his home, most of their time together is easy, feels so natural that Louis can’t believe he almost let this get away from him. He catches himself staring at the concentrated look on Harry’s face when he replies to emails, his smile when his mom calls him up, the way his fists clench by his sides when he’s fed up with Louis’ bullshit, when he’s overly focused on the football game, when he wants Louis and he’s about to break, and Christ, Louis feels so unbearably lucky that he’s allowed to know Harry inside and out, know what he’s thinking, know how he feels. He doesn’t often tell Harry this, but fortunately, Harry seems to know what Louis is always thinking, too.

He contemplates ordering out for ice cream for dinner - anything hot to eat sounds laughable - but settles on sticking his head in the freezer as an even trade. And that’s when Harry walks in, kicking the door shut behind him.

“It’s 41 degrees outside,” he shouts, his belongings thumping to the ground, “and I dealt with miserable fucking people from LA today and I’ve sweat through my good suit and why the fuck are you in the freezer.”

Louis steps back, already failing to bite back his smirk. “You live in America now, my dear, it’s 105 degrees today.”

“Bite me.”

“Aw.” He makes his way over to Harry, twisting his finger through one of his curls. It’s damp. “Remember this morning when you said I was being dramatic? And now you’re the one throwing a temper tantrum?”

Harry makes a face. “I still think you were. I must be delirious from the heat.”

“Listen, when I said I wanted ‘Summer Harry,’ this was not what I had in mind. This Harry is obnoxious.”

He rolls his eyes, but he laughs, regardless. “It’s hard to be in good spirits when I’ve been dealing with prick heads all day. And then the air con on the subway broke and some woman passed out and.” He trails off, presses his forehead to Louis’ and closes his eyes. “I was at work for about ten minutes before I decided I should have stayed home. Today was terrible and I hated everyone and all I could think about was coming home to you.”

Louis laughs, pressing his palm to Harry’s chest. “Harry. Was the woman okay.”

He hums, his eyes cracking open. “She was.”

“Think you’re gonna stay home with me tomorrow?”

“What’s the forecast?”

“Does it matter?”

Harry smiles just before his lips drag across Louis’. “Not really, no.”

Louis has had a lot of firsts with his boy; first time sharing a home with a partner, first time feeling hopeless, first time feeling invincible, first time being able to experience his world through new eyes. Harry is Louis’ first agonizing love. And now, they’re experiencing their first summer together, one that Louis dreamt of for too many weeks last year during their time spent apart. It’s nothing like he thought it would be. They haven’t made it to the beach yet, they won’t have any time off together until August, and Harry still hasn’t made it to Vermont, a state Louis has been promising him since the end of April.

But right now, Harry is stripping off his shirt and walking Louis backwards to the fridge, mumbling something about making ice cream sundaes for dinner, and Louis thinks that no, this summer hasn’t been planned out the way he wanted, but it’s probably better.

Harry pulls a carton of mint chocolate chip ice cream out of the freezer with his left hand, right hand firm on Louis’ waist, holding him steady. “Is this good, or do you want me to run out and get black raspberry? Or peanut butter?”

“It’s too hot for you to go out again.”

Harry shrugs. “If you want something else, I don’t mind. Really.”

Louis just shakes his head, reaching for the mint chocolate chip.

Definitely better.

Dog Sitter (Frank CastlexReader) Pt. 11 (Finale)

A/N: I don’t think I really need to point out the fact that it’s been a really long time since the last update to this story. Regardless it has been an amazing time. It’s one of my first good long form pieces of writing and I’ve enjoyed writing it immensely. I hope that you’ve enjoyed reading it.  

Warning: BLOOD AND A LOT OF IT. THIS IS THE CULMINATION OF FRANKS ANGER OK PLEASE IF YOU DON’T LIKE BLOOD DON’T READ THIS. PROFANITY AS WELL.

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The first thing you feel is a sharp pain pulsing through your entire skull. Your eyes feel like lead but you flutter them open. The room around you is a blur and your eyes close. You keep your eyes closed for a few more seconds before attempting to open them again. This time the images you see are more distinct. You’re in a freezer, surrounded by rotting meat. Despite the rancid smell, the air around you is frigid. The second thing you see is the cloud of air that escapes your lips. The air burns your throat and your lungs as you breath. Your eyes drift shut again and you let them rest there for a while.

You rack your brain for any memories of the past few hours. Why were you in a meat freezer? And why were your arms tied to the chair? You force your eyes open again and focus on what is in front of you. You can just make out the large metal door at the front of the room. It’s a few yards away from you. Way too far for you to shuffle to it. Your head rolls to the side of its own volition and for a few seconds you look at the world sideways.

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Crave You [Cat/Kara]

Fandom: Supergirl
Rating: Explicit

Just another one shot I’ve been thinking about for months. Hope you enjoy! Here on A03.

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Cat nearly lost it in a fit of giggles, her attempts to open another bottle of whiskey failing impressively as the toaster crashed to the floor.

“Shhhh!” Kara scolded, covering her own mouth as she grabbed the wall, doubled over, squinting back tears.

“Why are you shushing me?” Cat slurred. “No one else is here.”

“But the neighbors,” Kara whined, scooping up the appliance with both hands, holding it out of reach as Cat hopped in front of her, trying to steal it back. “What’re you doing? You wanna make toast?”

“I could go for toast,” the older woman sassed. “Maybe toast is my favorite thing to eat while drunk, did you ever consider that?”

“No, because I know your favorite thing is ice cream, and that’s why there’s a pint of mint chip waiting for you in the freezer.”

“There is?” Cat gasped, letting her girlfriend return the toaster to its proper home before lacing her arms around her neck. “Really? You did that for me?”

“Of course,” Kara smirked, placing a soft kiss to the tip of her tiny nose. “Plus, it’s my favorite drink food too. Drunk. Drunk food, not drink…”

“I see,” Cat narrowed her eyes, letting her bottom lip puff out, slipping it across the younger woman’s pout. “Are you saying…you’re also inebriated, Kara Danvers?”

“Hmmm,” Kara looked up to the ceiling, adjusting her glasses, as if there was any doubt. “You could say that.”

“Say it,” Cat demanded. “Say ‘inebriated.’”

“Ineb…no! No, I’m not playing this game again with you, Cat. You’re too…” Kara swallowed, following fingers as they walked themselves down the outline of her cleavage. “…too good at this.”

“Fine,” she whispered innocently. “Then what kind of game are you willing to play?”

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