the thought makes me want to vomit

anonymous asked:

i have days where i feel needy and have days where i dont even want to hear about sex at all. so i thought im demisexual at first, but due to the latter occurrence maybe im actualy aceflux... right? like you cant have one day be one thing and the next the other, so im probs aceflux then...?

You know how some days some food is just vomit inducing for you? Like, one time I had salad twice a day for two straight weeks and the idea of putting spinach in my mouth after than made me want to vomit. Same thing can happen to sex. Maybe everyone around you is constantly talking about getting laid or going on dates and making dirty jokes. And then your mom calls you and is pressuring you to bring home a date for the holidays and your boss is teasing you about how you haven’t had a date in forever. All of it is meant in good fun, but man, does it get on your nerves. And so you just sit up and go “If I never have to hear about sex again, it’ll be too soon” because all the talk is grating on your nerves. Maybe you’re just saturated in sex and dating and you just want to spit the damn spinach leaf out of your mouth and scream “I NEED A FUCKING BREAK.” It’s okay. It happens to me too. Especially when I’m with people and I’m not necessarily out to yet and I have to keep all my ace comments on the inside. It gets tiring. It doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re aceflux.

Alternatively, if the aceflux label makes you feel better about your off days or tendency to not want to hear about sex at all, then go for it! If you want to be aceflux, then be aceflux. If you don’t want to be, then don’t. See, you’re not really changing anything about your feelings or thoughts or actions, just how you describe those feelings. You aren’t changing at all (as you shouldn’t), your label is. So go for what feels right! 



don’t think I’ve ever done a red spread before so I had to challenge myself ‪—‬ don’t worry; the anxiety graphic is only half true ‪♡‬

ALSO !! yesterday I had a webinar with the university I want to get my master’s degree from and they sound even more perfect than I’d previously thought (but also the thought of school right now makes me want to vomit, yikes)

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Sanvers in College: Alex Drunk Dials the Cute Girl from Bio Class

Based on this post: @hazingblur

Original prompt from @wlwprompts : “Person A is drunk and decides to randomly call that cute girl from biology class to tell her she’s pretty”

@lesbapocalypse you also asked for this so like.

She’s drunk and she’s stolen Kara’s phone, because it’s finals week and all bets are off and that cute girl from biology class?

She’s 1000% sure that her name is Maggie – Maggie Sawyer – not that she paid attention.


No. Of course she didn’t.

And she’s 1000% sure that said Maggie Sawyer is the same Maggie that her little sister has befriended.

And therefore, that cute girl’s number – and when she says cute, she means it, but god, she also means blazingly sexy – must be in Kara’s phone.

So she swipes the phone from her sister’s bag while Kara laughs with James and Winn. Swipes it and chugs another gulp of illegal punch and she finds Maggie’s name – complete with a picture, god, a gorgeous picture, because damn, those dimples, that hair, those downcast eyes – in Kara’s contacts.

Finds the name, and tries once, twice, three times, to successfully hit the big green button that makes the phone dial.

She giggles and almost bounces on the balls of her feet as the phone rings, rings, rings.

“Hey Kara!”

Alex freezes at the sound of her voice – her voice that she’s used to hearing only asking the best questions, only giving the best answers, in bio lecture, in bio lab – and she contemplates hanging up and leaving it to her sister to explain the butt dial.


But now Maggie sounds concerned, because she must hear the party in the background, and Alex has seen her smile, seen her nerdiness, but she’s also seen her motorcycle, her leather jacket, her gym bag. And she doesn’t want her to be concerned, to feel like she has to speed to the party to rescue Kara from whatever situation she might be in.

“Hey! No, nope, not Kara. I mean, of course you thought it was Kara, I took her phone, I mean, obviously you thought it was her – ”


“Not the blonde one!”



There’s a pause and she thinks she hears Maggie shuffling something.

“Danvers, you drunk? Are you with people, drinking water?”

“Awww, Sawyer, you care about me!”

“Well I sure don’t want you passing out in your own vomit, Danvers. I’ve been there, it’s not pleasant.”

Her voice is pleasant, though, and Alex collapses drunkenly onto a half-occupied couch, completely oblivious to the couple that had been making out, who shoot her irritated looks as they get up to find a better spot to kiss.

Alex thinks she hears that shuffling again, and maybe some wind, but she’s drunk and everything is oh so slightly hazy, but pleasantly so – pleasant, because Maggie Sawyer is on the phone with her, Maggie Sawyer cares whether she throws up or not. Maggie Sawyer. God. How can anyone be that perfect?

“I’m finnneee. I just… it’s just, I know you’re Kara’s friend, but we’ve never really talked, and I… even if you weren’t Kara’s friend, I’d have noticed you, you know. I mean, how could I not notice you? Do you know we’re in the same bio class? You’re always so smartest. The smartest girl in the class. The smartest and the cutest. And my sister’s friend! What are the odds, huh? Maybe we can calculate it with genome mapping or something. But we’re more than our code, right, we have to be. You believe that, right, Maggie?”

“Hey, Danvers, I’m not cutting you off, but can you do me a favor?”

Alex preens. Her last name sounds so nice on Maggie’s tongue. She wonders what else would feel nice on Maggie’s tongue. Everything, probably.

She nods before she realizes vaguely that Maggie can’t see her.


“Remind me which house is throwing the party you all are at.”

Alex squints as she tries to remember. “The one across from the science building. Where we take bio. Together. But now term is ending and maybe we won’t do anything together again. Not even that we did anything in bio together, because I was too nervous to – ”

“Danvers, whoa whoa. Can you do me another favor, sweetie?”

Alex’s heart backflips and she almost careens off the couch, because she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie, she called her sweetie.

The sound of wind on the other line increases in her ear, but maybe that’s just a side effect from how hard she’s pressing the phone to her ear, like the closer she clutches it, the closer she’ll be to Maggie.

“Yeah.” She thinks her voice might be higher, might be breathier, than it normally is, but that’s alright, because Maggie Sawyer called her sweetie.

“I know you have things you feel like you want to tell me right now, and I want to hear them, but only if you still want to tell me when you’re sober, okay?”

Alex blinks and furrows her brow at the phone, because – maybe she’s more drunk than she thought – Maggie’s voice seems to be coming from two places, now. One, through the phone, and one, less static-y, closer to her body.

She looks up from the couch and she startles, because Maggie is standing over her, crouching down next to her as she hangs up her phone, all basketball shorts and hoodie and flip flops and hair hastily tied back into a messy ponytail.

She’s grinning softly, but she’s breathing kind of heavily, like she’d just sprinted from her dorm room. Because, Alex realizes dimly, that’s exactly what she just did.

“Hey Alex,” she says as Alex splutters, as Alex fumbles to sit up straight, to fix her hair, to hang up Kara’s phone without dropping it.

Alex thinks she may be imagining it, but Maggie’s voice is softer, now, more breakable, now, more vulnerable, now, than it had been when they’d been on the phone. When Maggie had been on a search-and-give-water-to-the-drunk-girl mission.

But now that she’s arrived, water bottle she must have grabbed on the way out of her dorm in hand, her voice is shy, and her eyes are shy, and her eyes are something that look a little scared.

“Hi Maggie,” Alex whispers, and then giggles because she’s not sure why she’s whispering.

Maggie grins, and it’s the sweetest sight Alex has ever seen. She made Maggie Sawyer smile.

“Why did you come all the way here? You didn’t have to come all the way here, I – ”

“Well, clearly your sister doesn’t know what you’re up to or how drunk you are, because if she did I would have heard her in the background telling you to think before you dial and all that stuff.”

Alex covers her face with hands made clumsy by alcohol.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, you’re right, I shouldn’t have – I ruined your night, I embarrassed myself, I’m sorry, Maggie, I – ”

“Hey, hey, no, that’s not what I meant.” Maggie gets up from her crouch to sit on the couch next to Alex, and she opens the water bottle for her and presses it gently into her hands.

“Drink. Please?”

“I’m not that drunk.”

Maggie just nods, and Alex does as she’s told.

She finishes the entire bottle in one chug, and Maggie just watches her with cautious but glistening eyes.

“Okay, come on. Kara!” she calls across the room, and Kara seems to materialize next to them instantly.

“Maggie! I thought you weren’t in the mood to party toni – Alex? Are you okay? What – ”

“Here. Your phone.”

“How did you – ”

“Tell you in the morning. Right now, I’m gonna take your sister back to my room – no funny business, I promise – and help her sober up a little. Okay?”

Kara glances between Maggie’s disheveled appearance and Alex’s drunken one, and she kisses Alex’s cheek.

“Don’t give her a hard time, okay, Alex?” she teases, and Alex giggles as she stands unsteadily, both Kara and Maggie stabilizing her.

“When do I give anyone a hard time?”

Kara just kisses her again, just thanks Maggie, doesn’t object to their arrangement, because she trusts Maggie not to take advantage of her sister, and she knows that her sister would like nothing more than to get to know Maggie better. She just wishes she’d have had the courage to reach out sober. But they’ll work on that. The three of them.

Alex leans on Maggie, who’s wrapped her arm around Alex’s waist, and revels in the contact.

As they walk, she rambles about the chemical structure of alcohol. About its impacts on the brain. Maggie listens and Maggie smiles and Maggie nods in all the right places, and Maggie lets her talk, lets her talk, because she’s focused on making sure she doesn’t let the taller girl stumble and fall.

When Maggie shoves her dorm door open, Alex freezes.

“You know I’ve wanted this since like, the first time I saw you. For you to take me back to your room. To…” Her eyes flit down to Maggie’s lips.

“To kiss you.”

Maggie gulps and slips away from her, taking care to keep her hands on Alex’s arms to help her stabilize.

“Go pee.”


“You’re this drunk? You for sure need to pee. Bathroom’s right there. Can you make it on your own?”

Alex nods with tears in her eyes, and Maggie hates herself a little bit, but she’d hate herself a lot more if she let this conversation continue.

The bathroom door shuts and the water flushes and the sink runs for a long, long, long moment.

When Alex stumbles out, it’s with confusion and the shadows of hurt in her eyes.

“Did I do something wrong? I don’t have to stay here, you didn’t have to – I just thought – you ran to… to rescue me, and you gave me water, and you took me home, and I thought that meant you like me as much as I like you, and I –

"Alex. Alex, Alex, look… We can talk about all this when you’re sober. If you still want to talk about it. I promise. But right now? Right now, we can talk biology. Or astrophysics, or about the dessication and revival of tardigrades, whatever you want. Just not us. Not now. And certainly no kissing. Okay?”

Alex slumps down onto Maggie’s bed without asking, and Maggie just grins and kneels to help take Alex’s boots off.

“Why not?”

“Because you’re drunk, Danvers,” Maggie giggles like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“It’s never mattered to any guy,” Alex almost whispers, and Maggie stiffens, and her nostrils flare, and her eyes are more serious, more full of rage, than Alex has ever seen them.

“Well, it matters to me. Okay? Come on.”

She helps Alex swing her legs up onto the bed, holds her up to take in one more glass of water, hastily poured, and she kicks off her flip flops and grabs a pillow from the other side of her bed.

“You’re not gonna come to bed?”

“The floor’s perfectly fine for me, Danvers.”

“But – ”

“When you’re sober. If you still want to. I promise, Alex. Okay?”

“You promise?”

“Yeah, Danvers. Yeah. I promise.”

But Alex is asleep, a small smile on her face, before Maggie even finishes her promise. Her promise to her best friend’s big sister, who she’s been trying to gather the courage to ask out for months now.

She snuggles down onto the floor and – eventually – falls asleep with a smile on her own face, too.

actual confession: the Low Budget Anime men, aka hetalia, helped me get a distinction for my history a-levels. by that, i don’t mean ‘oh em gee i read all the comic strips and watched the episodes!! ww1 is about a man hiding in a tomato box’ or ‘who needs history textbooks when you have hetalia X3 c’

by that, i do mean that i had 5 billion topics, dates, events and important figures to memorise, understand and argue about if i wanted to meet my conditional offer to a Certain University. it was an overload of information, not to mention all the other subjects i had to study for at the same time, including maths, which lol, had been a trainwreck. so, to make it interesting and memorable because i’m a very visual person memory-wise —i produced what was basically an entire comic strip of my notes :^) rewrote facts about the potsdam and yalta conferences as alfred and ivan sniping while arthur sat in a wheelchair in the background (shrinking britannia! make way for the american century!). the berlin blockade was ivan attempting to throttle ludwig. the marshall plan was alfred smugly hooking europe up to an IV and raining dollar bills down on them. they were sloppy and snappy doodles that weren’t always presented in the most tasteful manner— but this was just for my own consumption—and it did the job, which was to make the huge volume of information i had to absorb and synthesise stick in my memory. 

and i guess, it’s sort of a metaphor for why i engage with the series and fandom. it’s not about being uncritical of the original canon (far from it. fandom is so often about rewriting and reinterpretations, yeah?), but about taking and running with the concept of national personifications to humanise history. the idea of national personifications is ancient (there’s a roman carving of the emperor claudius manhandling britannia in some sort of dramatic and rather crass metaphor for Pax Romana, which is like, the first time britannia ever appears in world art). the idea of putting a human face to the large, amorphous mass of the nation- an imagined community- is something many people have found compelling for a very long time. it’s completely understandable that some do not want to engage with the series at all. it is undeniable fandom has problems that we all try to work on. but i certainly feel that for a number of us? the reason we’re still here in low budget anime men hell? because of the template it gives us to put a human face to large, chaotic grand narratives and thereby make them comprehensible. (and the bonus of getting to draw historical fashion, i mean. fascinating.)

Hello everyone! ♥

“Should I change my major?” is a question I asked myself not too long ago and I truly struggled with it. For me, as a german university student, this question was tough, because the system here is different from the one in the US.
Since I know how tough the decision can be, I wanted to help all of you struggleing studyblrs out, so I hope, this masterpost will help you.

Should I change my major?

First of all: Think about why.

Why do you want to change your major? I feel like there are three big aspects on which your thoughts rely; your grades, your major in general and yourself.

  1. Your grades. - Why do you have bad grades? You don’t get the subject? Is it too hard? Maybe you didn’t study enough? Is uni in general too hard and are you more of a practical type of person? Is the workload too high in your major?
  2. Your major. - You don’t get the classes you need? Is your university unorganized? (And yes, that can be the case!) Are you not organized enough? Can’t you work in the field you want to work in with that degree? Will you be able to pay your bills?
  3. You. - Is your major less fun than you thought it would be? Did you expect to learn something completely different? Are the teachers all bad and you can’t teach you the subject yourself?

Noone can answer these questions for you. You have to think about them and be honest to yourself. Take your time, because the better you know what exactly makes you want to jump out of the 5th floor instead of staying any longer in the classroom (been there), the better you will be able to make a decision.

But now comes the really important question:

Are you just uncomfortable or are you in pain?

No, not necessarily literal pain, but there’s a huge difference between wanting to jump out of a window or rather wanting to chill at home right now. Ask yourself: have you been lazy or did you really have a huge questionmark over your head when you read the same page of that textbook the 4th time around? Do you just need a planner or do you email your professors begging for a spot in that class but there just aren’t any free spots anymore? Are you having a bad time at the moment or does the thought of going to that class tomorrow make you want to vomit? Behind this degree, is there your dream job waiting for you or are you unsure if this is really what you want to do?

Again, only you and yourself can answer these questions. Be honest about it.

Whatever you decide to do, please keep in mind, that you’re making a very important decision. Definetely take your time with it and talk to someone about your idea. Maybe even talk to a counselor (that’s what I did and they really helped me).
When you made the decision to change your major, know that not everyone is going to support you. My parents weren’t too happy about it at first, but friends can be disappointed, as well. Please keep in mind that this is your decision, not theirs. Despite everything, changing your major can be a huge opportunity to learn something new and find happiness and also a big relief.

If you have any further questions or want me to write about my very personal experience, my ask box is always open.

Snapchat Mishaps { The End }

 ~ This is it babes! I hope you love it , xoxoxoxoxo ~

Warnings : swearing, S M U T ! kinda nsfw gifs ;) .

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  Walking out of buckys room is harder than you thought it’d be. All you want to do is turn back, throw your self in his arms and sleep there . But that’s just not how the cards played out this time .

Buckys pov

Did she just- she left . We finally did it , we had mind blowing sex and she just left ? Did she not like it? Pshh there’s no way she didn’t like it, I’m fucking awesome .
Maybe this was only a game to her , but everything else says otherwise . What is her deal ? Ugh. If this is what she wants , then this is how it’ll be . Atleast until I can make her realize just fucking isn’t what I want . I should probably just spit it out and tell her how I feel , but even I know I’m too much a pussy to take that risk. Not until I know for sure how she feels.

The next day

Y/n’s pov
    You spent the rest of yesterday locked in your room , you couldn’t handle seeing bucky again just to have him act like nothing happened . Today you have to leave your room though , you have a meeting and then training . Calling Steve and faking sick crossed your mind, but you’re better than that , you’re better than letting someone affect your life like that .

The entire team was at the meeting , apparently all of you need to be present for some big announcement. You’re the last one to arrive , and the only seat is next to Bucky . For fucks sake . You slide into the seat as Tony begins speaking

“ you all met the fantastic four the other night ,correct?” He received various forms of ‘yes ’ from all of you . As you answer , you feel a hand on your thigh, and you immediately recognize it as buckys cold metal hand . Wtf? His finger slide between your thighs, pushing them slightly apart so he can nestle them between your legs. You shoot him a wide eyed look but he keeps his eyes on Tony , his face 100% emotionless . Why the fuck did I wear a skirt ?How is he staying so calm?!

“ well, me and reed agreed that Incase the situation ever should present itself for us to have to fight together , we should all learn the others techniques and skills. So we can work is harmony instead of having absolute chaos trying to work together on a mission.”

As tony speaks buckys fingers lightly brush over your core , making you squirm at the friction on your underwear against your clit . As the other discuss Tony’s decision, bucky only gets bolder . He’s rubbing rough circles into your covered core, but swiftly dips his fingers underneath your panties . You suck in a harsh breathe when he inserts a finger and starts slowly thrusting , while his palm works against your clit . Holy shiiiit, why is he doing this to me . He picks up the pace, and your hand shoots down to grab onto his to try and still it . It doesn’t work how you want , it only encourages him .

“ the others being here means a lot more risk of injuries , and Helen is still out of the country. Y/n you can handle this though right ? In case hot head accidentally burns someone or Ben ends up tossing someone through a wall? ”

“ uh- ye-yeah tony , I can handle it !” You’re tone is a Barely even , but with your advancing orgasm it’s the closest to calm you can get .

“ perfect ! Anymore questions ?”

When no one spoke up, tony dismisses everyone , you rip buckys hand away from you and storm out of the conference room.

“ y/n wait !” He calls after you . You stop dead in your tracks , making him nearly crash into you. After checking to make sure you’re the only two left in the hall , You whirl around and push him until his back hits the wall

“ what do you think you’re doing !? We were in a meeting Bucky! That was totally-”

“ hot ?” He asks with a grin . Your brows furrow in confusion.what is he playing at ?

“ you know , you’re even cuter when you’re angry doll.” He removes your hands as he steps forward , not stopping until your back is against the other wall. Well fuck .

“ I thought I told you this game was over for me , I don’t want to chase you anymore . I just want you doll.”
The way he’s looking at you is odd, his eyes hold a mix of anger , confusion and sincerity all at once . Maybe he does have feelings for me ? Why wouldn’t he just say it then ?

You don’t get the chance to reply , his lips overtaking yours stops any coherent thought in your mind . The kiss is sweet , filled with passion and it’s making your body tingle . Your hands fist in his shirt , pulling him until he’s flush against you. Why does this feel so right ? Why does it feel … so real ? Does he kiss everyone like this ?

He finally backs away for air , your eyes never leaving each other .

“ the fantastic four have arrived and are waiting with the rest of the team for your arrival . Miss y/n you have been requested to be there also , just as a precaution.” FRIDAY announces .

“ c'mon doll. We’ve got work to do .”

Watching the teams fight each other is giving you anxiety . Every time Johnny uses his powers against someone you have to try not to close your eyes , Someone’s going to catch on fire , his aim is messy. Ben managed not to throw anyone through a wall, and reed & sues powers are addicting to watch . One minute she would be infront of Natasha the next , poof, empty air . So cooool . And reed is so … stretchy .

“ what’re you thinking about princess?” When the hell did Johnny get over here?

“ do you think reed is  stretchy , everywhere?” you wiggle your eyebrows

“ gross he’s married To my sister dude ! I don’t want think about it !” His have scrunches up in disgust and you can’t control the laugh that escapes you . You hear a loud boom and look up to seem bucky flat on his back with Big orange ben standing over him laughing

“ I didn’t mean to knock you that hard Barnes ! Keep your head in the fight though! ” buckys eyes find yours , jealously& anger clear in his expression .

“ so I take it things didn’t go well with terminator the other night? What a shame . You know I’m still free babe .” Johnnys tone is playful , but you can sense he actually means his offer .

“We - uhm - it went well. Just not exactly how I wanted .” You admit shyly

“ anal?” He questions

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You make a fake vomit noise and elbow him “ no you jackass . Gross. I just thought it would be more than sex , ya know? But I was wrong .”

“ by the way he keeps looking over here , I don’t think it’s just sex to him . He looks like he wants to ram me up bens ass . ” at that Johnny raises his hand to wave at bucky, then winks .

“ you’re asking for trouble storm . He probably just doesn’t want to share me .” Makes senses , I don’t want to share him either . Ever . But for entirely different motives

“ I think you two are just misunderstanding-”

“ storm your up against Barnes now !” Tony calls over , oh shit. This is going to be interesting.
Johnny leans over to place a quick kiss to my cheek before skipping over to Bucky on the mats . You watch the two conversing but can’t hear what’s being said .

Buckys POV

Fucking storm . Why the hell did he kiss her cheek? And why does he look so
Fucking giddy to fight me ? Prick .

“ you know , she might be blind but I’m not .” He says quiet enough for only me to hear .

“ what the fuck are you talking about ?”

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“ you’re infatuated with y/n, not in a ’ I just want to fuck your brains out ’ kinda way. Because if it was you wouldn’t look like you’re planning 200 different ways too kill me when I speak to her . If you have feelings for her tell her , because beautiful girls like don’t wait around forever grandpa . ” with that the starting whistle goes off and we begin sparring , maybe Johnny isn’t that bad .  

After training

Y/n’s pov

Thankfully Bucky didn’t kill Johnny , or get set on fire , and no one needed medical attention . Makes my job a hell of a lot easier .

You bolted like a bat out of hell after training , locking myself away in your room before anyone could even try to talk to you . If buckys done with the game, it could mean one of two things : 1.) he has feelings for me . 2.) he just wanted to skip all the foreplay and get right to the fucking . If he does have feelings for me, why wouldn’t he just straight out say it then ? I mean I didn’t exactly voice mine , but … whatever . I think it’s option #2. Just the sex , which I can’t really complain , it was fan fucking tastic. I’d gladly continue that, but will I be able to do that and keep the feelings at bay? Or will it make it worse ?

Your inner battle gets interrupted by rapid knocks on your door . “ doll I know you’re in there .”

 Your heart jumps at buckys voice , but you hesitate before opening your door . I’m a big girl , why am I acting like a scared baby? You open your door, eyes connecting with the familiar pools of blue . You don’t speak, instead you inquisitively raise your eyebrows at him . His mouth falls open and snaps closed a few times , and you can see him struggle to get whatever he needs to say out

 “ bucky what’s wrong ?”

  “ n-nothing’s wrong , I just- uh- ”

You grab his hand and haul him into your room and shut the door behind him.

  “ listen , if you don’t wanna.. ya know , repeat the other night again I get it . It’s not an issue-”

“ NO , that’s not - fuck. I’m done with this entire game y/n , I’m not fooling around anymore.”

 “ yeah , you mentioned that earlier , but what the hell does that mean Barnes ! ” you snap , you’ve had enough of this . When he doesn’t answer right away you let your annoyance take over “ it either you either don’t want to have sex with me, want to have sex with me, or you have fuckif feelings for me! So which one is it because I’m not a damn mind reader and I’m sick of trying to diffuse this situation!” You growl .

  His eyes widen at your words , but a wide smile plays at his lips too. He steps closer, making you take a step back for everyone one he takes , until your back hits your door .

“ well doll, I can definitely tell you The first option is out. I can’t wait until I’m between those beautiful thighs again .” His hands land on your thighs , squeezing them as he continues , “ I’ve never had someone feel as good as you sweetheart . The way your pussy clenched around my dick, was absolutely intoxicating . And the way your lips feel against mine , -” his lips brush over yours gently making your breath hitch . 

 So it is just Sex for him . Your heart falls at the thought . His fingers gently tilt your face up towards his, he must of seen tour face fall from his words

  “You know what makes sex with you so perfect ? The fact that it isn’t emotionless, the fact that my heart leaps out of my chest at even the smallest touch , the tiniest hint of a smile or your beautiful laugh, sends waves of warmth through me . It makes me crave to see your lips curve into that dazzling smile, andto hear your addicting laughter. Everything about you is - breath taking y/n. You made it absolutely impossible not to fall in- ” he pauses quickly “ not to have feelings for you .” Whoa- what just - did he -

He has one hand cradling your cheek, the other gripping your hip. I need to answer him , but I- Did you ever get so frightened, that you couldn’t even scream ? Couldn’t even make a sound , the fear just over takes your entire system? Welll apparently shock and pure fucking happiness has that effect too. His eyes are filled with uncertainty and fear now, you watch as his eyes trail over your face , taking in your deer-in-headlights expression at his confession. He steps back, his hands leaving your body . 

No no NO . You launch yourself at him before he can take another step , and thank fucking god your bed was close enough to catch the two of you as you topple backwards . You land on top of him , straddling his hips as he looks up at you with confusion .

“ I- you- I thought- ” you stumble through your words , still not fully comprehending buckys confession.

“ doll you don’t have to say anything , I don’t want you make you feel like you have to recipro-”

  “ do you ever shut up?” You chuckle , a bright smile dawns on your face , the words you’ve been searching for finally come out ,“ you are an insufferable asswipe Bucky Barnes . ” his face drops , and as he goes to speak you stop him “ I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell has been going on in that mind of yours ; whether you just wanted me as a reliable fuck , or if you actually cared about me like I care about you, I’ve been going fucking nuts! ” You laugh at yourself , the tension finally leaving your body .

  “ then why’d you leave ?” Things shift, Buckys face showing just how your exit affected him the other morning .

“ I may of been a little harsh-”

“ harsh?!? I asked you to stay and you said'fuck no’! That’s a little more than harsh-”

  “ I didn’t want to get hurt ! I thought- seeing in your arms , waking up next to you , those are intimate things for me- bucky if this would of been just sex to and I would of stayed that night I would of been wrecked . I couldn’t risk-”

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  He sits up , with you still on his lap, and cups your face with both his hands ,

  “ hey , breathe . I get it , I feel the same way, that’s why I asked you to stay, it was my of kinda trying to get you to realize I wanted more than just sex , y/n I WANT to fall asleep with you, and wake up with your crazy morning hair and bad-”

“ If you say bad breath I swear to God Barnes.” He chuckles , then pulls your lips to his in a quick , sweet kiss.

  “ you know , i never thought falling in love would be this -”

“ you love me? ” you question with a smirk. Jackpot. His cheeks turned bright red , and he tries to hide his face in your neck but you don’t let him.

“ no way, you’re not hiding from this Buck. I think we’ve had enough communication issues to last a life time . Do you love me ?” He shyly nods, barely meeting your gaze. “ you know ,it would of been really awkward if you didn’t . Because I sure as hell love you Bucky Barnes .” There is no doubt in your words, your tone full love and confidence . His face brightens at your words, and his lips crash into yours, pulling a shocked yelp from you . He smiles into the kiss, while you giggle against his lips. As the kiss heats up, your body moves against his , your hips moving on their own accord as they grind down onto his hardening lap . 

 The more intense the kiss gets , the faster your hips move , you pull apart to gasp as his hips push up into yours . Bucky takes the chance to suck your bottom lip into his mouth , a moan pouring from you at the feeling.

“ bucky please .” That’s all it took for him to flip you over and shed the clothes from both of you . The second his shirts off , your hands move to trace the lines of muscle across his chest . How is his body so fucking perfect ? He moves your hands above your head , releasing them so his can roam your bare body . His lips are kissing and sucking down your neck, and you know he’s leaving bruises as he goes . His mouth finally makes it down to your chest , and He pays equal attention to each of your boobs . His mouth sucking and nipping at one , while his hand rolls and tugs at the other nipple . You’re pretty sure you can come undone just from the feeling . You feel a fresh wave of wetness between your thighs , and you rub them together to try and get any friction you can . His hand grabs onto your thigh, sliding between them to part them.

  “ don’t even try it doll , be patient .” He warns , you groan and toss your head back .

  “ bucky please , I -oh!” As you speak he plunges two finger into your slick heat . “ you what doll?” He smugly asks. “God, I love the noises you make, did I make you this wet for y/n? ” cocky bastard

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 His fingers speed up, the wet smacking noises of his fingers fucking into your pussy adding to the pleasure . You whimper , nodding you head in response to his question . Speaking was not an option right now, coherent thoughts aren’t even possible for you. You roll your hips down on his fingers as he curls them right against the sensitive spot in you.

  “ bucky!” His entire body moves down , and his mouth suctions right onto your clit as he finger fucks you. You whimper as your release closes in, right as your on the verge of cuming , his mouth and fingers are gone .

“ you fucking-” His lips cut you off with a rough kiss, his tongue tangling with yours right away . You both moan into it, and you glide your hand down your body until his hard cock was in your grasp . He groans into your mouth as you start to pump him slowly . You guide him to your entrance, letting him take over when his tip rubs against your dripping pussy . He pushes in slowly , swearing under his breath when he finally bottoms out. He gives you a minute to adjust before pulling back and thrusting roughly back in . You know you both aren’t going to last long , you’re both too wound up. You wind your finger through his hair, tugging him down for a kiss as he pounds into you . His pace is relentless , both of you chasing your releases . As you get closer his hips slow down , instead of smacking into yours , now they are slowing bumping together . You whimper his name , and he flips the two of you . He has you sitting in his lap , your chest pressing against his as you behind lifting yourself up . 

You drop back down onto him , your pace equally as slow as his were . You realize it went from fucking to … well making love . Your hands are on his neck , holding him to you as you passionately kiss him , moaning into his mouth as you ride him .

  “ I love you.” You say , your lips hovering over his as your pace begins to pick up a little

  “ I love you too doll.” His hands grip your waist a little tighter , allowing him to thrust up into you . You throw your head back at the feeling of him meeting your thrusts and it isn’t long before moans are pouring through the room as both of your orgasms rip through the two of you . You stay on his lap, his softening dick still in you as you blissfully ride out hot highs. With one last slow kiss, you lift yourself off him and roll to lay beside him. Both of you are on your back , still trying to even your breathing . The only sound in the room is breathing , but it isn’t an awkward silence , but a welcomed one .

   A few minutes pass before bucky turns to you , a goofy smile stretching across his lips , “ Stay?” He asks , you turn , mirroring his dorky smile .

“ fuck yes .”

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Loving Me is Like Loving War

Originally posted by cxhragrove

part 1

Billy Hargrove x Reader


A/N: y’all seemed to like part 1 so here it is, part 2 - enjoy!

After a late shift on Sunday you had been up late trying to get some school work done so that you weren’t completely fucked for the next day, but you ended up getting about 5 sentences written down before falling asleep into your textbook. As a result, not only where you tired as hell and falling behind, but you also kept catching yourself staring off into space, not paying any attention to what the hell was going on in class. What was more worrying was what you found yourself thinking about in those moments: Billy Hargrove. You couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like for him to wrap his muscular arms around you as he hugged you when you needed comforting, or how it would feel to have your hand in his, safe. Or even what it would be like to kiss him, imagining the smell of his cologne as you both leant in. And what a kiss could lead to; you’d heard many girls gushing about the things he could do with his mouth…

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anonymous asked:

Did you like this chapter? Thoughts?

Yup, I liked it a lot. Thank you for asking this question, because I have many things to say about this chapter. Forgive me in advance for what I feel it will be a long reply. 

First of all, I was surprised (though I shouldn’t have been) at Akira’s coldness towards Kaneki. I get where she’s coming from and I understand how hard it must be to digest this sudden change, and everything that goes with it. Flat out acceptance would have been unrealistic and the result of bad writiing, because Akira couldn’t possibly have gone from a mindset in which she represented Justice, and she had no reason to doubt her moral standing, to one where she must admit to herself that her worldview was limited and bigoted, and that the world isn’t as black and white as the Academy would have liked them to envision. 

Despite that, I wasn’t expecting for her to shut Kaneki out completely (and for killing Arima on top of that, which is a lie for f*** sake Akira c’mon, you can figure that much out!), because however confusing her feelings might be right now, he’s one of the few people she’s closest to in Goat, and that’s true the other way around, too. I feel like Akira needs Kaneki’s perspective on this new situation she’s been forced into by her own rash decision-making, because unlike Seidou or Amon, who are in it because of circumstances, Kaneki is her only ally that’s in it because he fully believes in what he’s doing. Amon is getting there, too, what with his forgiveness of Touka and with his newfound way of channeling his anger and grief towards the unfairness of the world instead of random scapegoats like faceless “Ghouls”. But I don’t know. I feel like Kaneki’s perspective is important, too. And having Akira’s approval is even more symbolic for him, I reckon. 

She’s still a mother figure for him. We all can agree of how positive of a character development this could lead to, if he were to finally have a healthy and supportive mother figure for a change. Eto has always used him for her machinations. He needs someone who can guide him and respect him without asking anything from him, without taking anything from him. Akira can (and will) be that person, imho.

Anyway, I’m positive that she’ll come around eventually. She’s smart, strong-willed and perceptive. There’s no way she won’t pull herself together in order to follow her heart instead of suppressing her feelings and get things taken from her, even if her whole narrative wasn’t centered around the theme of being left alone. She just needs a bit of time to sort out her feelings and find a new reason to fight. and that can happen only after she talks it out with a few characters currently part of Goat. I’m really looking forward to her confrontation with Hinami and Touka in particular, though I’m also curious about her feelings towards Takizawa (if he’s not dead). 

On a side note, I really love how Ishida pointed out the irrationality of Hinami’s feelings towards Akira. Grief doesn’t obey logic, and even though she does realize that Akira has nothing to do with the cold-blooded murder of both her parents, she can’t help but associate her with it, anyway. It’s a curious diversion from the usual theme that states “the children pay for the sins of their parents”, because even if Akira didn’t do anything wrong per se, she’s not innocent, since she did approve of her father’s doing and she would have done the same in his place. She doesn’t see Ryoko’s and her husband’s death as a sin at all, and instead used the quinque derived from Mr. Fueguchi with the obvious pride of someone who thinks they’re fighting for the right side. So I’m curious as to how Ishida intends on smoothing out this particular conflict, and how it will affect both Akira’s and Hinami’s character development. 

Forgive me for my obvious bias, but Ayato too deserves a small mention, here.

This scene gives me SO MANY FEELS for so many reasons ;n;

The way I see it, this scene wasn’t portraying just Hinami’s grief. Just look at Ayato’s expression right before he goes to comfort her. Ayato knows where Hinami’s coming from. He too lost both his parents, and he too knows what it feels like to have his own life saved at the cost of his mother’s, who chose to stay behind in order to buy her children time to escape. Just. He knows how she’s feeling because he’s already felt it all, too. 

I love that their relationship isn’t based on forced companionship. It might have been like that at first, but they grew to be such mature and strong people thanks to the support and trust they gave to each other, thanks to the shared burdens and mutual understanding of each other’s pain. Idk, this scene might have been really brief but it meant a lot to me. 

Moving on: Amon and Touka’s talk. *Deep breaths* What can I say. It beat all possible expectations I might have had. 

I think that in a sense it was exactly Amon’s unyielding sense of justice that brought him where he is now. He says it himself: he doesn’t hold a grudge against Touka specifically anymore, but he would have arrested her anyway, if he was still an investigator. That was the right thing to do; setting a moral example for everyone to see so that no one else will have to undergo the same pain. That’s the kind of justice of a ghoul investigator. But this sense of justice itself was flawed, because it didn’t take into account Touka’s own take on justice, and how it was Mado the bad guy from her perspective. So arresting her can’t be the answer. Not only that, but he’s no longer an investigator, so he can’t appeal to the sense of justice of one. 

He himself has changed, and so his moral grounding has to change, too. So then, it comes to this:

This scene is one of my favourites of the whole chapter because it doesn’t just represent Amon’s character development, but also Touka’s absolution. You see that shocked face Touka pulls? I can assure you that Amon’s forgiveness means a great deal to her. This was Touka after Ryouko’s death:

“It doesn’t matter if a murderer like me dies.”

She doesn’t sugarcoat it for her own sake. She’s aware that what she does, killing people to survive, is wrong. She doesn’t conveniently brush it off as something she needs to do because she’s born that way, unlike other characters. She’s always felt this conflict more than other people. Killing never came easy to her, and deep down, she feels obvious guilt over what she does. So having Amon, a former human and enemy, come to her specifically with the intention of telling her that the real evil is not her nature but the circumstances that make men monsters, is really important for her character. For the first time, someone who has every right to hate her, to want her dead, is offering her acceptance. If Kimi’s comment about Touka’s kagune was meant as a “you’re as valid as I am” moment, I consider this talk with Amon as a “you’re as evil as I am” moment. Both were very important for Touka’s character development, and a necessary step towards her own acceptance of her dark past in order to move forward. 

Then there’s Furuta’s moment of glory. Gosh, he leaves me speechless every time. :’D The way he’s not taking the ceremony seriously is very significant imho. Once again, he proves that his role in the story is that of the comedy to Kaneki’s tragedy

Take this single panel as an example:

Kaneki’s group is facing an internal crisis? Meanwhile, Furuta is at the peak of his power. Kaneki despairs because he’s a horrible leader and his organization is only held together by the lack of other options, meanwhile Furuta laughs in the face of his own success, and all of his scheming give way to the exact outcome he’s envisioned. 

I love how he keeps being the comedic aspect of this whole tragicomedy of a story, how he keeps up the facade of the “six year-old” while feeling dead inside, and I love how he chose to wear a stupid mask the moment he reached his goal, because it only stresses further the artificial nature of his own playfulness. 

Just think about it from a narrative perspective: this is the moment that we, as readers, should feel threatened by him. This is the moment he officially becomes the Enemy, because everyone in the CCG accepts him as the leader. Instead, we laugh at him. We don’t feel threatened at all. We’re asked not to see him as the final villain, but as a joke, as another victim of the system. A guy who in his moment of glory, when everyone’s looking his way, chooses to wear a mask, and chooses to treat his victory as a laughing matter. Idk, the more I think about it the more it makes me want to cry. This guy doesn’t have anything (or anyone) else but his sense of humour, and he clings to it like a lifeline. It’s such a lonely, empty existence… I know I shouldn’t pity him after all he’s done but…

Anyway, anyway. This post is already long as it is so I’m going to stop there. Thanks again for giving me an excuse to vomit all my thoughts/feelings of this chapter! o/ I hope it was an interesting read :’D

Don’t get mad, get even

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Pairing: Jungkook & Reader

Genre & Warnings: Angsty Smut af. Name calling, degradation, cheating-ish (Too drunk to realize it isn’t MC), basically a bunch of stuff I don’t usually write about.

Word Count: 2,925

Notes: I just had to throw this together real quick while the idea was with me. This has minimal editing and no beta reading was done, so if it’s horrible right now, I apologize. I’ll go back and do this correctly later. Ok, so, real quick. You won’t see degradation or name calling in a lot of my fics, because it’s just not my thing. If someone were to call me a slut or a whore while we’re doing the do, I’d get turned off real fucking fast. HOWEVER, I am looking at this from the POV of someone who is fucking pissed, just caught her BF fucking around, and I imagine she would call everyone and their Mama a Slut if she could. I am also not a fan of using honorifics in fics usually, but I didn’t want her to use mistress or anything like that, so Unnie/Noona it is. This is probably the dirtiest shit I’ve ever written. So have fun with this lol. 

You were on your way to a party that was being thrown for BTS by mutual friends, to celebrate yet another win for them. You briefly wondered what Bang PD was going to do since he was going to run out of shelf space for all of their awards. You felt a little burst of pride yourself, knowing that your man was doing so well. Jungkook had called you just that morning, excitedly telling you about the party and the shiny new award. He kept whining that Yoongi was hogging it and he wanted to take a picture with it to send you. 

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Request: “Can you do one where Ethan is jealous about how much time his girlfriend (reader) spends with mark not knowing they were cousins and they fight and mark becomes defensive and gets angry with Ethan and explains everything and he goes back to the reader and apologizes”

Pairing: Ethan X Fem!reader



Ethan had been acting weird lately. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, he would just have these random childish outbursts. He would often ignore you, and sometimes just randomly stomp out of the room like a 4 year old. You knew he had been very stressed lately with him moving and all, so you just decided to let it take it’s course. He would get better eventually.

Although, you weren’t in the mood on this particular day. You had been editing videos for Mark all day and you were absolutely exhausted. You just wanted to relax and have some cousin time with Mark. He was your best friend, after all.

“Y/n! Lets go!” Mark yelled from downstairs. You got up from your chair in the office, making sure to save the video you had been working on. “I’m leaving with Mark, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You commented, walking over to where Ethan sat in his chair. He didn’t look up from the screen, completely ignoring you.

You went to give him a kiss on the cheek, but he quickly pulled his head away. You stood there shocked for a moment. Ethan never dismissed your kisses like that. 

“I’ll be in the car!” Mark yelled from downstairs. You heard the door close, meaning you and Ethan were the only ones left in the office. “Did I do something?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He kept a straight face, continuing his editing.

You had enough. “Dammit Ethan, I’m talking to you!” You nearly shouted, grabbing the back of his chair and swiveling him around to face you. He sighed, taking his headphones off and setting them on the desk next to him.  

“Why do you keep ignoring me like this?” You asked. He leaned back in his chair and ran a hand through his hair.

“Why does it matter? You’re getting plenty of attention from Mark.” He rolled his eyes.

“Is that seriously what this is about?” You asked. He was acting like a complete child because I was hanging out with Mark, my cousin and best friend since I could remember?

“Yes! What else would it be about? All you’ve done for the past two months is hang out with Mark and I’m sick and tired of it!” He said, standing up in his chair. 

“What’s wrong with me hanging out with Mark? You don’t own me. I can do whatever I want!”

“Yeah, you can do whatever you want besides flirt with other guys!” He shot back, bringing his hands to fists. You knew he would never hurt you, that’s just something he did when he was angry.

“You think I’m flirting with Mark?” You asked, mentally vomiting at the thought.

“Yes, and I wouldn’t be surprised if you were fucking him too with the amount of time you spend together!” Your eyes widened in shock. Does he really think that little of you? You shook your head and pushed past him, quickly making your way down the stairs. You passed by Mark along the way. Oh god, I hope he didn’t hear all of that. 



I stood at the bottom of the stairs in shock at what I was hearing. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you were fucking him too with the amount of time you spend together!” Ethan yelled. There was a small silence before Y/N ran down the stairs past me. 

Good job, Eth. You really fucked up.

I slowly walked up the stairs, seeing Ethan sitting in his chair with his head in his hands. 

“I’m not sleeping with your girlfriend.” I spoke up from the top of the stairs. He looked up and turned to face me. 

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” He said as he ran a hand through his hair. 

“I did, and you shouldn’t yell at Y/n like that.” I said, leaning against the wall.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were the boss of my relationship!” He shot back, glaring at me.

“I’m not, but at least I have common sense!” I said, taking a step forward. I didn’t want to get into a screaming fight with him but I needed to get my point across. 

“Would you honestly not be upset if your girlfriend left you every night to go hang out with one of your best friends?! Would you not be just a little bit suspicious that something might be going on between them?!” He stood up and walked towards me.

“Ethan you’re such a fucking idiot!” I rolled my eyes. “Y/n is my cousin.”

He relaxed, unclenching his fists and furrowing his eyebrows. “What?” He asked in a quiet voice.

“She’s my cousin, and we’re very close if you can’t tell.” I repeated. He ran a hand through his hair again and bit his lip slightly. “Fuck.” He whispered. He ran his hands down his face for a moment before pushing past me.



You sat in the passenger seat in Marks car, patiently waiting for him to come outside. You hoped he wasn’t in there making things worse. You contemplated going in there to get him, but you really didn’t want to face Ethan.

You leaned your head against the back of the seat, closing your eyes as you waited for your cousin. The passenger door opened a few minutes later, causing your eyes to shoot open as you came to face Ethan.

“Y/n.” He said, looking at you with sad eyes. “I don’t want to hear it, Ethan.” You said, leaning your head back and closing your eyes again.

“You didn’t tell me he was your cousin.” He said. You opened your eyes to face him again.

“I was going to, but then you acted like a total asshole so I didn’t think it was necessary.” You responded, crossing your arms over your chest again.

“I’m sorry. I was just jealous because you were spending all of your time with him instead of me. You can see how sketchy that looked, right?“ He kept eye contact while he spoke, something he hasn’t done for a while. 

"That didn’t give you the right to ignore me." 

He bit his lip slightly, running a hand through his hair yet again. Nervous habit. "I know, I acted stupid and I handled the situation horribly. I’m sorry. Mark’s just so much better looking than me and I-” He let out a breath. “It just seemed more likely that you’d choose him over me.”

You softened, not knowing what to say next. You knew his self confidence wasn’t the best and you should’ve told him that Mark was your cousin, it just never came up. You honestly didn’t think it mattered. You reached over and grabbed his hand, holding it softly. He looked up at you and you gave a small smile.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it just never came up.” You apologized. “I love you and only you, Eth. Nothing’s going to change that.”

He smiled slightly and brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “I’m sorry I acted like a child.” He said, squeezing your hand slightly. You smiled and placed your lips to his. He returned the kiss instantly. It lasted shorter than you had wanted it to, but it was nice. 

“I love you.” You whispered after you pulled away. “I love you too.” He whispered back. 

“How about I hang out with you tonight.” You suggested. 

“I’d love that.” He smiled.

“Alright, you two made up. Can I go home now?” Mark interrupted.


A/N: That took longer than I expected to write, sorry !

I rly hope you enjoyed it @fuckkoffcourtney

Requests are open :))

They call me naïve. They ask why, why I believe in love with a woman I have never met, and why I chase after her if she’s so far away. They call me naïve, say I could have any girl I wanted. That I have a selection, a list to choose from, as if girls were some type of bargain shopping, some type of meat to pick from. They say girls come and go, that life goes on, that there will be more girls like her, more girls to erase the memory of her. They call me naïve, say I’m dumb for believing in a love story with her. They don’t understand that it wouldn’t matter if I had a millionaire woman, a model type woman, a giving-me-kisses-and-hugs-every-minute-of-the-day woman, a less stubborn, less stressed, less confusing woman. Call me naïve..but I want her and all her flaws, all her mood swings and “God, you’re so stubborn days.” They can call me naïve, say I’m wasting my time but they’ll never understand what she does to me. They’ll never understand that even though she’s 1,200 miles from me, she’s the closest to me that anyone has ever been. I’ve never been very talkative, yet one look from her makes me want to vomit every single thought I’ve ever had in my life; the good, the bad, and everything in between..because for once in my life, I know I’ll be speaking to someone that truly cares. And as cliche as it sounds, I never knew what real love was until I met her. It’s been a year since she came in my life, and I’ve only craved her more each and every day. I want her as she lays in my bed with my sweatpants on. I want her as she rests her head on my chest so she can inhale every last drop of my cologne. I want her as she tries to cook a meal, but fails because I interrupt her with random dancing, kisses, and food fights because she’s my best friend and I just can’t keep my hands off of her; so we’ll end up throwing the food away then driving to get carry out, while my hand rests on her perfect thighs while I’m driving. I want her because she loves nature and who doesn’t love a woman who isn’t afraid to join you and a group of friends on random Sunday morning hikes. I want her as she claims 75% of the bed, and leaves me inches from falling off. I want her and her constant mood swings, beer drinking, constant texting, and little fits. I want her 10 minute “hold me” cravings, just for her to push me off minutes later because she stressed out from school and feels like she’s suffocating. I want her drunken kisses and her 3 am “talking about life” conversations. I want her smeared makeup on my white t-shirts and her messy hair bun in my face every day of the week. They can call me naïve, but I swear I wouldn’t want any other woman. I want her as she declines drinks from random girls and guys at the bar, and I want her when her hands slowly make their way to my face as we kiss. I want her on nights when she puts on her cozy pjs or nights when she puts on her favorite outfit, ready for a wild night with her friends, while I sit at home and watch Netflix with our dogs. I want her scent on my car’s seatbelt, bed, or hoodies that she borrowed the night before. I would freeze in the cold to give her my last pair of socks, beanie, or jacket to wear. She could have my last crumb of bread if it meant she’d live an extra minute because I wouldn’t want to see a world without her. They can call me naïve but I promise you, I want no other, than her. They say, “nothing in life is certain, that the only thing promised in life is death.” Death is certain, and maybe a lot of things are meant to fall apart, meant to be temporary, but I know that one day I’ll die and she’ll still be the one I love, the one I’d give my life for, she’d still be my moon and sun, and that’s one thing I know for certain.

The Recruit (Chapter 22) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 93″

Characters: Mitch Rapp & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Mentions of violence and sexual assault.

Author’s Note: MASSIVE thank you to @thelittlestkitsune for reading this for me weeks ago and unknowingly talking me off a ledge from scrapping this and re-writing it completely. Thank you, Lau, you are a stunning human being, inside and out.  

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alright, so I’ve been back home now for like what a week? 9 days, something like that and I really thought that I was going to be okay with that, for some odd reason I thought travelling across Europe would change me, make me better. I feel like there’s more of the world inside me now, of course, I’ve had so many more experiences and I have so much more understanding of things now. which I guess is change but I’m still in this existential crisis, I’m still just doubting myself and my future or whatever. I thought something would happen to me while being away, something that could stay with me. but now when I’m home it’s still the same. and it’s so frustrating because you can’t really express really what’s going on inside your head, right. I don’t really know what I’m trying to say but I just want to partake in life, and I feel like I’m not doing anything. like I can’t even get myself to apply for jobs because the thought job interviews makes me want to vomit. I just feel like all the magic I felt during my time in Berlin and Prague all the other places is wearing off like I’m forgetting. Well, I had dinner with family and I met my aunt’s husbands sister today and she looked at me and smiled, ”you look creative, I see it” and I smiled wider. but I’m not doing anything remotely creative right now. 

Teach me

Ok, this is my first FanFic about Tom so be nice! English is not my  fisrt langauge so I apologize in anticipation.

summary: “Not now, Holland. I’m not in the mood of hearing your nasty comments.” you answer him back.
“If you really want to be noticed by Harrison we have to work together.”
You roll your eyes “So what’s your plan, Genius?”
Tom smirks “I’ll give you a few lessons about how to flirt with a guy, how to kiss, things you can say during a first date and so on.”

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TEACH ME - Prologue

There are things that you love to death, like chocolate, indie music, a nice book, chicken nuggets and Camden Town.
There are also things that you hate, such as geography, humidity, Costa’s espresso and the underground.
There are people you love, like your family, your sister Candice, James Franco and him, Harrison Osterfield, one of your best friends.
You don’t remember very well when all this started, probably it was a slow process. To quote John Green you could say that you “feel in love the way you fall asleep; slowly and then all at once" but you hate John Green, so you just say that falling for your best friend was something unexpected. But how can you blame yourself? Harrison is one of the nicest person in the world, always caring about other people, with a world winning smile painted on his face 24/7. He is awesome, the guy that every mother would adore.
On the other hand, there are also people that you hate, an example? Tom Holland.
And this time you know damn well how all this hate begun. Tom is Harrison’s best friend and they met the first year of high school during a football match. You don’t really know what Harrison finds interesting in Tom, he is one of the most annoying person in the world and he’s always acting like a dick when you are around them.
“I can’t stand him anymore, Har. Like every time he opens his damn mouth I really want to punch him. Why do we have to keep this dead weigh with us?” you asked Harrison, almost exasperated.
Harrison chuckles and puts his arms around your shoulders, waiving at some schoolmates “Come on Y/N. He’s not that bad. If you knew him like I do, you would adore him”.
A shiver runs down your spine at the thought of you and Tom being friends.
“Maybe in an alternative universe” You sigh “By the way. What are you doing this Friday night? Can I tempt you with Netflix and chill?”
Harrison stops in the middle of the corridor, he looks around for a bit searching for the right words to say and then his gaze turns back on you.
“I’m sorry Y/N but tonight I have a… uhm, date with a girl, so…”
“That’s great” you fake a smile “I’m so happy for you, I mean… it’s great that you… you like girls and girls like you back. It’s just… amazing. And honestly I’m not in the mood for Netflix and chill tonight.” you lied.
God, you think, I’m so ridiculous,
Harrison smiles at you and squeezes you in a big hug “I knew you would understand” he whispers and you can feel your legs trembling “That’s why you are my best friend.”
You freeze for a moment and try to smile again when Harrison greets you before going to his next class.
You stay there for a while observing Harrison’s tall figure disappearing in the corridors. A tear escapes from you lashes and you wipe your cheek trying not to be noticed by the other schoolmates.
In your mind there’s a tempest of thoughts and all you want is going home and listening to Taylor Swift up to become deaf.
“You’re so pathetic” someone behind you says.
You freeze again.
“Not now, Holland. I’m not in the mood of hearing your nasty comments.” you answer him back.
“If you really want to be noticed by Harrison we have to work together.”
You turn back to look at him.
“I… I don’t know what you are talking about” you stuttered “I have to go to class now”
You try to make a move but Tom stops you holding your wrist.
“Darling, your crush for Harrison is so obvious that I want to vomit every time you look at him with hearts in your eyes.” he makes a disgusted face “but I’m here to help you”
Again, your mind was full of thoughts.
“Do you think Harrison knows I like him?” you ask almost scared. You don’t like showing yourself so vulnerable in front of Tom but you really want to know the gravity of the situation.
“No, he doesn’t know. And I won’t say anything. Honestly I’m here to help you.”
You look at Tom sideways “Why would you like to help me if you hate me?”
Tom sighs and he puts one hand on his heart “Because I’m a very nice guy and helping you with my precious advices is like doing some charity”.
You roll your eyes “So what’s your plan, Genius?”
Tom smirks “I’ll give you a few lessons about how to flirt with a guy, how to kiss, things you can say during a first date and so on.”
You look at him in disbelief “Are you serious? No way!” you move away from him “First of all, you are rude. Secondly, I don’t need help, or maybe I do but I can barely stand you it’s just a suicide mission.”
Tom crosses his arms, his smirk never left his face “Let’s take a shot. If it doesn’t work I promise I won’t speak to you in a million years”.
You look at the floor unsure about the whole situation “Ok” you sigh.
“Nice choice, darling” Tom winks “I’ll text you my address so you can come at my place tonight and please” he makes a pause “wear something nice”.

“The Righteous” An anti-Gency One Shot

“Ha ha. Gency’s eight followers are so insecure”, I laugh as I read through their tag. I wonder how this Emergenji fan art managed to get eight hundred notes? It must be Michael Chu’s sorcery at work again. As always, the sight of Mercy and Genji together fills me with disgust. There are no words for this revulsion, this twisting of all that is good in the world. I wonder what sort of monsters could picture these two together and not ship my own OTP as their OTP. My ship has all the fan art and wins every single community poll. Any intellectual such as myself knows that popularity equals quality. Those in minorities are always wrong and it has been that way for the history of the world. 

I return to my own tag overflowing with superior non-Gency fan art. Life makes sense again. Here there is order. Here there is rationality. Here I am safe from the straights and the racists. Here there is no prejudice. Here there is no turning race into a fetish or problematic doctor x patient dynamics. “Yes, there is none of that”, I tell myself as I sip my cup of Gency tears and reblog an artwork of Mercy kissing her true lover in the medical bay. 

“Why are Gency users so insecure?” I ask myself wryly. A rhetorical question. They are insecure because their ship is objectively bad and without merit. “Yes we have it all,” I exclaim. “The artwork. The popularity. A voice line. All is right. What do they have? Nothing.” I then remember that disgusting comic. Perhaps the worst Christmas present one could ask for. The one with those out-of-place panels where Genji interacts with Mercy. I can almost feel the writer putting a gun to his characters’ heads to make it possible.

“Michael Chu…”, I hiss. 

The thought of him is enough to want to make me vomit. Everything would be perfect without him. The universe agrees that my pairing is canon. The stars have aligned and been aligned since the Alpha. They will remain aligned. I immediately shudder at the thought of the chocolate lines. The stars are against me. I think of Genji saying “Angela!”. “He must have meant to ask for healing”, I say with a laugh. Yes! That is it! I laugh aloud at the thought of the hilarious, fresh meme. I now feel myself becoming tired as if a presence is draining me of life. I know Michael Chu is plotting against me. I can feel him poisoning the lore as we speak, thinking of new ways to force his writing into his narrative. I curl up into a ball as the tears come down, well-deserved tears from surviving the Valentine’s Day lines. 

I chant, “Sticks and stones can break my bones, but Gency can never hurt me.”

With those words of comfort, I return to sleep, dreaming about shitposting in the Gency tag the following morning. 


What A Girl Wants: Bad Boys Get Me Good (Part Three)

Pairing: Past!Daryl x Reader; Negan x Reader

Word Count: 4747

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, angst, smut, daddy!kink

Notes: I loved this part, even if it was way longer than intended! Special thanks to @dragongirl420 and @soythedemonqueen for the help with this one! I hope you all like it xox <3

Song Used: Bad Boys Get Me Good by Jasmine Rae & Kellie Pickler

Part Three of the What A Girl Wants series.

Turning on the spot, a huge grin spread across his face as his eyes locked on yours, making you shudder with desire.

Speak of the fuckin’ devil,” Negan chuckled, Lucille resting on his shoulder. “There’s my girl now.”

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Father Johnny

Request: youve done boyfriend!johnny & husband!johnny now get ready for, daddy!johnny (dADDY AS IN FATHER NOT THE KINK)

A/N: this got me emo and this is so long im - i hope you enjoy reading this ;-;

  • this is my first time writing this so im sorry if it’s real bad
  • smdmdm thank you so much reading my boyfriend & husband! johnny
  • he’s gonna be a father here im-
  • ;-;
  • okay let’s go

  • so you and johnny hadn’t really planned on having a child or thought about it seriously yet

  • but y'all still did it anyway without protection becayse y'all didn’t see the need to
  • and both of you thought there was only a small risk of you getting pregnant
  • until one day you woke up feeling nauseous and you threw up right on the bed
  • and for some reason your head was hurting really bad
  • worried johnny rushed into the room immediately after he heard your coughs,
  • and his shocked expression, looking at the mess you made almost left you in tears
  • but he still cleaned it up and asked you to rest on the couch, while he poured a warm glass of water to you
  • another wave hit you and you were sent to the bathroom, your head above the toilet bowl and vomiting once again
  • johnny’s arms was wrapped around yours tightly and you just fell on his chest, the nausea still there
  • “babe do you want to go to the doctor’s”
  • “no it’s okay, i’ll be fine soon”
  • “are you sure? i can drive you there right now”
  • “no it’s really okay”
  • “please rest well today, i’ll stay home with you”
  • it got better when afternoon came
  • and you thought you were feeling better already, so you assured johnny and asked him to go to work the next day
  • but then again, the first thing you did when you woke up was head to the bathroom, vomiting again
  • by this time johnny’s hair is in a mess, as he frantically thinks of how to help you and what to do
  • and you just sit on the floor hopelessly bawling your eyes out for no reason
  • blame the hormones
  • johnny’s cleaning you up again and assuring you that everything’s going to be fine
  • third morning and the same cycle happens again
  • but this time round you hide in the bathroom alone, and it hit you that you were two weeks late for your period
  • and for the past two weeks you had been having crazy moodswings
  • and you remembered how your small “make out session” with johnny turned into a whole night of making love™ just one month ago
  • you were certain that you were pregnant, but you didn’t want to have false hopes
  • and at the same time, give johnny a false alarm so you kept your thoughts to yourself
  • and your thoughts were interrupted by johnny’s knocking on the door
  • “babe please open the door, we need to go see a doctor right now”
  • “i can’t bear to see you suffer like this every morning”
  • “baby please, are you still vomiting? do you need me to come in?”
  • and when you open the door, you just hug and he softens, his hand playing with your hair
  • “i’ll just head to the nearest pharmacy to get some medicine later”
  • “let me do it”
  • and you got all flustered because you were planning on getting a kit on the way too
  • “no it’s okay, i’ll go myself”
  • “babe you need your rest”
  • “oh- i… let’s just call taeyong to get it for us, he’s supposed to visit today anyways right??”
  • “oh yeah, i’ll call him”
  • “let me do it!”
  • and when you call taeyong to ask him and tell him, he freaks out and you can almost hear him crying
  • “taeyong i need to confirm that so can you please keep this a secret for now”
  • “taeyong… so are you getting it for me or not”
  • “OH- UH- yes okay i will, be there in 5”
  • a moment later taeyong arrives and he manages to slip the kit into your hands
  • and he gives you the proudest & emotional smile ever
  • clueless johnny didn’t suspect anything -  next thing you know you’re in the bathroom again, the thin stick between your fingers, too afraid to look
  • so you take a deep breath and finally looks at it
  • and you scream so loudly when you see two lines, johnny comes running into the bathroom again
  • and he tears up instantly when he sees the kit
  • both of you are so happy y'all actually spend the rest of the day cuddling and probably crying
  • quoted from taeyong, “he’s so happy he called all of us instantly and this was the happiest he has ever been, congrats y/n”
  • skipping the pregnancy period because it’s gonna take super long so request if you want to read this part!
  • fast forward to nine months later,
  • you were just folding your laundry, listening to some classical music
  • johnny has his hands on your big bump, a proud and warm smile on his face
  • “aw she’s kicking”
  • “someone’s impatient”
  • but a sharp pain suddenly hits you and your expression falls
  • johnny instantly realises and he carries you bridal style into the car
  • the pain is so excruciating you’re already in tears
  • johnny has on hand on the steering wheel, the other is clenching your hand tightly
  • “hang in there baby”
  • “you can do this”
  • minutes seem like hours in the hospital and your contractions are only getting worst
  • doctor predicts that baby would be born in a few hours
  • johnny’s so nervous he barely even talks, his hand just holding onto yours
  • but when you catch eye contact with him, he gives you smile and leans down to give you a small peck on your lips
  • “everything will go fine”
  • two hours later everything’s done, and as soon the doctors bring baby Ella (don’t ask me idk smsmd) into the hospital room,
  • you and johnny tear up again as she has eyes and nose that resembles johnny’s
  • her lips form a small little pout as she moves slightly at your touch,
  • and johnny reaches out his finger towards her, her tiny hand wrapping around it
  • johnny leans down to peck her forehead and you see a smile you hadn’t seen on him before, and it melts your heart
  • okay but really clueless at first and has no idea what to do
  • always waits for your instructions and listens to what you ask him to do
  • “what do you need me to do?”
  • “babe go change her diaper”
  • “how many scoops do i put into this?”
  • “two is enough”
  • “babe do you think a pink or purple skirt would fit her today”
  • “hmm purple”
  • “okay hehe, my beautiful princess Ella”
  • the other members all come to visit once in a while and they all squeal over your baby girl and loves playing with her
  • and johnny always has that proud and fatherly look and smile on his face that simply says
  • “yes that’s my child”
  • becomes the softest person in front of your daughter
  • loves playing cook and role playing with her a lot
  • “daddy’s the king today, what does he need to do?”
  • “go kiss mommy the queen!!”
  • “okay my princess”
  • and he comes out to you and gives you the longest peck ever
  • his arms wrapped around your waist,
  • “i love you my queen”
  • and your child comes running up to the both of you, hugging both your legs and giggling
  • johnny picks her up with his long arms and gives her a small peck too
  • probably also buys her what she wants and won’t hesitate at all
  • a toy that costs more than 70bucks?
  • johnny wouldn’t even look at the price and just get it because it can make his daughter happy and that is what matters most to him
  • but you nagged at him for it, but his usual affection and cuddles made you forgive him
  • loves kisses from her!!
  • always giggles to himself and becomes a small child again when she pecks his cheek
  • haechan: “this is the only time i get to see hyung so giggly wow”
  • gives her a big and warm hug every morning
  • “good morning my princess, did you sleep well?”
  • “yes hehe”
  • “that’s great, let’s go wake mommy up now”
  • “she’s just as beautiful as you”
  • but as much as he shows affection to your child, he doesn’t forget to show it to you too
  • warm back hugs and long kisses every morning is his way of showing his never ending love for you
  • and he doesn’t forget to make breakfast for you every day

  • “don’t you think she’s just adorable? just like her mother”

  • “oh god, thank you for blessing me with two of the most beautiful angels in the world”
  • still the sweet husband he was before,
  • probably even sweeter now
  • and he puts both your priorities above his own all the time
  • loves bringing you both to small cafes and restaurants
  • but also loves spending quality time together at home, just cuddling together on the bed
  • but as soon as your daughter sleeps, he’d lean over and kiss you
  • “thank you for everything and i love you”
Different With You-Daniel Seavey

♥ ♥ ♥

You put your car into park as you pulled up to the house of the Why Don’t We boys and hopped out. Today you and your boyfriend Daniel were going to have a stay at home movie night and you couldn’t have been more excited to spend some time with him. Time that was much needed. 

You were a little early but you figured Daniel wouldn’t mind. Jack greeted you at the door and let you in with a smile. “Hey (Y/N).” he said as he gave you a hug. “Hey Jack. Where’s Daniel?”  “He’s up in his room I think.” Jack answered before returning to the living room to play video games with the other boys. 

“Thanks!” you mumbled and headed up to find Daniel. Making your way down the hall, you paused when you heard Daniel’s voice. Inside his room he was singing, the lyrics of The Girl by City and Colour dancing in your ears as Daniel switched from humming to singing.

“I wish I could do better by you ‘cause that’s what you deserve.”

You never knew why but for some reason, Daniel never sang in front of you. The only time you really got to hear him was if you went to a show. Tip toeing closer to his bedroom door, you poked your head in just enough to see him. He began making his bed, his actions falling in sync with the rhythm of the song.

“While I’m off chasing my own dreams, sailing around the world, please know that I’m yours to keep my beautiful girl.”

It was great seeing Daniel like this. When he sang he looked so happy and free. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the sight of him as he continued. 

“You don’t ask for no diamond rings, no delicate strings of pearls. That’s why I wrote this song to sing my beautiful girl.”

Daniel slipped into the corner and out of your line of sight and you pressed harder into the door…

“One, two, one, two, three, fo-”

A creak from the door pulled Daniel out of his thoughts and he instantly locked eyes with you, making him go quiet and causing a deep shade of pink grow on his cheeks. 

“(Y/N), I didn’t think you’d be here so soon.” he said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “I wanted to beat traffic so I left a little early. I was gonna call but I was already here and I heard you singing and-” you were nervous now too, and the word vomit was beginning to take over.

“And you thought you’d spy on me? How sweet.” he joked, the color of his face slowly returning to normal as he recovered from being embarrassed. You didn’t know why he was so scared to sing in front of you. After all, it is what he does for a living. 

“Sorry about that. You just never sing in front of me.” “Yeah, I guess I just get nervous around you.” Daniel admitted shyly. “Why? You’re a musical genius, even Logan Paul said so!” you said and a smile instantly took over his face. 

“Yeah but its different with you.” he said, his eyes avoiding yours. “Listen Daniel,” you said as you made your way over to him. “You are so talented and so amazing. You don’t have to be insecure in front of anyone, especially not someone who loves you.”

“You-You love me?” he stuttered and it hit you that neither one of you had dropped the L-Bomb yet. “Of course I do. You make me so happy, Daniel.” you said. On the outside, you were patiently awaiting a response from him but on the inside, you were screaming, unsure of Daniel’s next move.

“I love you too (Y/N).” he said and placed a soft kiss on your lips.



“I can’t believe you’ve done this.” Mike shook his head.

“I’m already ten minutes late to my meeting, but I feel like this is going to be totally worth it.” Harry leered.

What they were referring to, was the fact that I hadn’t told Louis about the fact I knew he had a girlfriend.
Why you ask? The reasons are threefold.
1. I was being dramatic. I needed a blowout.
2. I needed to see his face drop.
3. I had also needed those two days to calm down.

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