Head Canon: Every time someone (usually a man) says something snotty/degrading to the women in Tony’s life, he gasps and covers his mouth and looks at the guy with wide eyes.
Man: Women shouldn’t be allowed to be field agents because they’re weaker than men. It’s a biological thing I’m not being sexist! Tony: *gasps, covers mouth in horror* Maria Hill: *smiles* I’m strong enough to carry your body into the woods.
Man: I just can’t believe we have a woman for our CEO, you know? As a tech company and everything? Tech is a man’s world, after all– Tony: *gasps, covers mouth in horror* Pepper: Didn’t you just ask me how to connect to the whiffee on your tablet? It’s pronounced why-fy by the way. And I can take apart and put back together the three latest Stark Pads and the five latest Stark Phones.
Man: I dunno, I just don’t see why Black Widow is on the team. It’s not like she has anything to add to the team! Tony: *gasps, covers mouth in horror* Natasha: I will snap your neck with my pinky finger alone.
Man: Women don’t belong in STEM! Tony: *gasps, covers mouth in horror* Jane: *snaps pencil, swivels around like a horror movie creature* What did you say!? Tony, are you watching?! I’m about to get a PhD in kicking someone’s ass!
Man: Women have no business– *screams* Tony: *covers mouth in shock, watches guy fall to the floor spasming* Darcy: Literally nothing he could have said would have been good. Thanks for the new taser by the way I love it.
Man: It should go back to the way it was, where women stayed at home and kept house! I’m tired of losing jobs to women for some affirmative action bullshit! Tony: *gasps, covers mouth in horror* Sharon: :) It :) would :) be :) a :) shame :) if :) you :) died :)
Steve: *accidentally says something sexist* Tony: *flailing* HE’S FROM THE FORTIES AND DOESN’T KNOW THAT’S OFFENSIVE! Literally Every Woman in the Room: *skeptical side-eye* Steve: D: I apologize! I didn’t realize–I’m trying to learn! I know sometimes I don’t get it right but I am trying. :C Literally Every Woman in the Room: *takes hand off sidearm* (Steve is, of course, trying, and he would never be outright sexist but times (and women as a whole!) have changed a lot.)
Man-ssassin: Aw, a little old lady! This job is going to be the easiest I’ve ever had! >:3 Peggy: I won’t hesitate, you bastard. *pulls gun* Tony: *hears gunshot, gasps in horror* Oh my God. Rest in fucking pieces then I guess.
Like I’m sure Tony could eviscerate any sexist he came across but he doesn’t need to because all of the women in his life are perfectly capable of doing it themselves (and better, sometimes!).
If you get the chance, watch the rotoscope cartoon Tower from 2016.
It’s super intense and really gives you a sense of what it’d be like to be in a situation where a gunman starts shooting at random people in the streets.
I usually sit with my phone while watching movies, occasionally turning it on during boring parts. Halfway through this movie I had completely forgotten I ever owned a phone. It really grabs you. I kept having to wipe away tears, both because of the horrible stuff (no gore) but also because people did so much to help each other.
And it does what everybody always say we should do with mass shooters; it doesn’t glorify him. It doesn’t even show his face. It’s all about the people he harmed.
It really stays with you but not in a bad way, so I wholeheartedly recommend it.
Summary: However this ends, he’s a fool if he does nothing or a fool if he gives into the sweetness of temptation.
Author’s Note: I’m glad I’m finally done with this story. I had debated on a while on how far to take this. But I’m glad that I decided to push the envelope and go all the way with the smut. Enjoy!
Nights like this were always innocent.
They would curl up under the covers of her bed and watch movies until they both fell asleep. Suspicions never rose when they spent hours together behind her bedroom door; often times it wouldn’t open until the early hours of the morning and it was time for Isaac to leave so he could head home to get ready for school. It was entirely innocent…until it wasn’t. Her parents should have expected that it would turn out that way eventually.
The night starts out like every other one. They had watched two movies and thirty minutes into the third (some French film remake with an obscenely long title), she was sound asleep. The movie was a thriller; it was on the subtler side but the heroine was hot and that kept his attention mostly.
Then there was a sex scene. Of course there was a sex scene. Not that he was complaining too much. The guy okay looking, but seeing the actress naked, enjoying being eaten out, being thrust into from behind—the whole scene made his cock twinge with desire.
Isaac feels a shift beside him. Looking down, he sees [Name] burrowing herself further into the covers of her bed. Lying on her side with one arm tucked under the pillow and her legs pulled towards her stomach, she looked like an angel. She looked so peaceful (and not his girl) and there was a desire in his blood to touch her. It should never have been a thought that entered his mind. It was wrong. She was his friend and asleep, and he was turned on by a movie. He should have just gone to bathroom to jack off. Isaac licks his lips as his eyes travel across her sleeping form.
Summary: Chica’s acting funny, and when strange things happen, even stranger assumptions are made
Authors Note: This story is told as the reader is female. As alwats, for my NonBinary/Male pals out there, if you would like for me to rewrite the story with genderless pronouns, just let me know and I’ll get it up as soon as possible
Ethan Nestor was not a cat person. Sure, he thought they were cute, thought they were soft. Yet, if there was any other type of dog in the room, he would immediately make a b-line for it. He loved Chica to bits, hugging her and petting her as much as possible. In a way, it was his way of remembering his dogs back home. He missed his two best friends, Max and Dexter, more than anything in the world.
His love of dogs was something everyone knew. Many times, the team would lose track of Ethan just to find him curled up on the floor cuddling the golden retriever, or even taking her for random walks if she needed it. It was a precious relationship they had.
Until one day, when Ethan walked through the door, Chica immediately ran up barking loudly. Ethan jumped, surprised by her sudden attack. Never had Chica ever been so hostile with him, so aggressive. A large blush covered his cheeks, embarrassment dusking face and neck.
"Chica! China, no! No barking!“ Mark approached Chica, forcefully pulling his dog away from the red faced editor. Amy was quick to rush over, pulling Ethan in the other direction.
"Ethan? You okay?” The boy only nodded, quickly brushing himself off as if trying to get rid of something.
“What happened?” She asked as Mark approached them.
"I don’t know. I’ve never seen her act like that before.“ As if coming to a realization, Mark slowly looked to Ethan out of the corner of his eye, who was still rapidly sweeping his hands over his clothes. "The last time she did that, was when Katherine brought her cat home for the first time." Ethan completely froze, a small grimace twitching his lip upwards. "Chica doesn’t take to nicely to cats .” Amy quickly turned to Ethan, her eyes wide. Ethan? With a cat?
“Ah! See, no. Not what you’re thinking. I was just, uh. When I was walking from my car, a cat came up next to me. I pet it for only like a second. Ha. Wow, Chica has a really strong nose. What a smart dog!” And that was that.
Ethan immediately threw himself into editing, only talking when absolutely necessary. He fumbled over things, dropped his headphones more than once, and even walked right into a chair. Everyone was concerned. Was he okay? Never had they seen the blue boy act so strange, and that was saying something.
Ethan was the first person out the door that day. Granted, he was one of the first to be there, but rarely had anyone seen Ethan leave that fast. He had finished all his work, so why did Mark find his actions suspicious.
The next day, Ethan was back. He walked in with his usual swagger, greeting Chica with a smile and a pat before plopping down at his desk. He waved hello to his friends, cracked jokes, and even was willing to film a video with Mark and Tyler. Mark couldn’t help exchanging looks with Amy, confusion pushing his eyebrows together. Had yesterday just been an off day? Did he completely imagine it? Despite Ethan acting like his usual self today, Mark couldn’t help the nagging feeling that lingered.
His confusion only raised as weeks past and Ethan’s behavior only began to get stranger. Somedays, the blue boy would come in with a large smile, happily bouncing all around, nothing fazing him. Others, he would come deflated, like he was upset but no one could figure out why.
Well, not everyone. Ethan and Katherine only seemed to get closer as Ethan’s behavior became more sporadic. They would sometimes be found in the small kitchen, whispering quietly to each other, but as soon as anyone entered, they would break apart and continue whatever they were doing silently. Other times, they would leave together, claiming they were carpooling, despite the fact that they lived in complete opposite directions, and brought their cars that day. The rest of the team couldn’t help but get more and more suspicious. It was Pam who suggested maybe they had started dating, but wanted to keep it a secret incase it didn’t work out. Based on what they had seen so far, no one had disagreed, and a pact was made. They would give Katheryn and Ethan as much space as they wished, and no questioning them. They would tell the group when they were ready.
Nearly a year had passed, and now Mark was getting angry. If Ethan and Katheryn were actually dating, they would have told them already, surely! He started huffing, pacing back and forth. Amy sat across from him, lounging on his couch.
"I just don’t understand. Do they not trust me?“ Mark started pacing faster, rubbing his hand through his hair. Amy sighed lightly. Mark did have a point. Amy thought that Katheryn was her friend, her best friend. They always told each other everything, even the gross stuff that should have been kept to themselves.
"I don’t know, Mark. But I trust Katheryn. If she hasn’t told me yet, there has to be a reason. Maybe they want to be super sure before they tell us. It is a big deal after all. Mark sighed, pacing back and forth for a few more seconds before giving up. He plopped himself beside his girlfriend, laying his head in her lap. Sighing one more time, he crossed his arms.
"But I wanna knoooooow.” The childish response pulled a laugh out of the blonde woman. Leaning down for a quick kiss, Amy pressed play on the movie they had had queued up a few minutes ago, relaxing into their Sunday night plans.
Another month or two passed, the group now settling the idea that Katheryn and Ethan were dating. Now, it was a waiting game. When were they going to tell them? And just like that, the bets began. Tyler had guessed within the next two months. Pam had said within four weeks. Amy had said in the next two. And Mark, ever the optimist, said by the end of the week.
However, as the week passed, as Friday quickly approached. On the day in question, everyone had gathered in the editing room, passing glances to each other. The only people missing - Katheryn and Ethan. Mark was getting more and more excited. Today was the day. It had to be the day.
Mark’s excitement only grew as Kathryn quickly rushed into the room, a bright smile on her face.
“Guys! Ethan really wants to see you at the front door.” Her smile pushed her cheeks into her eyes, but it didn’t seem to die down, even though it was starting to look painful. She quickly waved her hand, beckoning them to follow her. And they all did, almost too excited. Despite her confusion to their eagerness, she pushed them forward, crowding them into the small entrance way of the office. Ethan was already there, nervously bouncing on his toes. He smiled sheepishly as they finally arrived.
"Hey guys.“ He scratched the back of his head, looking to the ground. "Listen. I know I haven’t been the most discrete the last few months, but I have a really good reason."
"Ethan. We already know.” It was Tyler who had spoken. Mark was quick to retaliate, shoving his elbow into the taller man.
"What? No, no we don’t. Continue, Ethan. You were saying?“
"Wait.” It was Katheryn now who stepped forward. “You know? For how long?” Amy looked at her guiltily.
"A year?!?” Ethan shouted in surprise. His stomach twisted into knots. A year. They had known for a year. He could have avoided all of this sneaking around, all the secrecy, for a year. He felt deflated now, but almost relieved.
“I’m so sorry Ethan!” Amy spoke again, stepping forward. “We really wanted to ask about it, but we wanted you to do it on your own terms.” The genuine smile that crossed his features made the rest of the room smile just as easily.
"You guys are the best. Well, not the best. Could have saved all this secrecy and panic, but I’m glad you all know now.“ Ethan smiled again, now more excited than nervous. "I’ve been waiting all year to tell you. I really wanted to do it sooner, but I knew I wanted to be absolutely sure before I introduced you to her.” This caused the room to gain an air of confusion. Meet? But they all knew Katheryn already…unless…
"Wait! You’re not dating Katheryn?!?“ Pam practically shouted this, pointing accusingly between the two parties. In an instant, both Ethan and Katheryn had looked at each other for a second before shouting loudly in disgust.
"What? No way in hell!"
"I mean, no offence to Katheryn, but no way!” Before anyone could get any louder, a single hesitant tap on the door caused the room to fall silent. The disgust that once covered Ethan’s face was replaced with excitement. He wasted no time throwing open the door, a new comer standing just at the threshold. In a very three stooges fashion, the team had all lined themselves up to get a glimpse of this person, the person who was in fact dating Ethan and wasn’t Kathryn. Ethan swopped down with no doubt in his mind, claiming her lips in a sweet kiss. She smiled brightly, returning it quickly before being allowed to step through the door. She smiled at the group, scanning her eyes over one before giving her brightest to the one familiar face in the room.
"Hello! It’s very nice to finally meet you all. I’m (Y/N).“
The group was now walking down the street, heading to their favorite lunch spot. (Y/N) followed in tow, her hand clasped tightly in Ethan’s. They were lagging far behind the others, trapped in their own world, occasionally stopping to admire the view, or share another quick kiss.
"I just don’t understand.” Amy said, turning her head to look at the shorter brunette. “How do you know (Y/N)? And what was with all the secrecy?”
“Oh!” Katheryn almost looked guilty, looking to the floor before meeting her friends eyes. “Remember when we went to see that movie? The really cheesy one with the dead girl?” Amy nodded in recognition. “Well, when I was headed to the bathroom half way through the movie, I spotted Ethan at the ticket booth, hand in hand with that girl. And he saw me too. He quickly panicked, and made me promise not to tell anyone. They both wanted to go slow, didn’t want to be pressured by their friends.”
“But that still doesn’t explain why Chica’s was acting weird around him.” Mark said ahead of them, turning to walk backwards to join the conversation. Kathryn laughed lightly.
“That’s the day I caught them. That night, Ethan slept over at her house. She has the most adorable cat in the world. Oh my god, you guys need to meet her. She’s so sweet.”
And thats how the cast and crew of Markiplier ended up at your house, Chica and your precious cat alternating sitting people’s laps, laughing and getting to know you. You were so lucky your boyfriends friends were so kind. You shared a smile with Ethan, leaning over to give him a sweet kiss. Yep, you were definitely very lucky.
“Ain’t much we can
do, unless you wanna go tell ‘em to stop.”
“Answered your own question then, didn’t ya Kagome?”
“But we can’t just sit here. It feels so… intrusive.”
“Keh! They’re the ones being gross in public. It’s
their own fault if they get an audience.”
“I mean, I know they haven’t seen each other for awhile,
but… it looks like they’re trying to eat each other’s faces.”
“More like eat each other’s tongues.”
“Tell it to those two!”
“This is the last time I ever go anywhere with Sango
“They’re just… so…”
“… publicly affectionate.”
“How’d you get roped into being here, Inuyasha?”
“I’m Miroku’s ride. You?”
“Sango and I had a movie date, but, well, the plans
changed when Miroku called at the last minute.”
“I really wouldn’t have minded if Sango cancelled our
plans. I know how weird Miroku’s work schedule has been, and it’s hard for them
to have time together… but I think she felt bad about it, and kept insisting
I should come along. Kinda wish I’d said no.”
“You shoulda said ’fuck
“… I won’t argue with you there.”
“This is really putting me off my food.”
“The whole restaurant is staring at us.”
“I guess it’s dinner and a show.”
“Ugh, don’t say shit like that, you’re gonna make me
more nauseous than I already am.”
“… goddamn, did his hand just…?”
“And did she just—”
“Looks like it.”
“… fucking gross.”
“I can’t believe we haven’t been kicked out of here
“… You know what? Fuck this. Let’s go.”
“Let’s get out of here. Just 'cuz those two won’t get a
room doesn’t mean we have to sit here and watch 'em.”
“You want us to ditch our friends?”
“Like they’d even care.”
“We could start a knife fight in here and they wouldn’t
notice. I mean, look at them.”
“… yeah, okay. Let’s go.”
Don’t forget your coat.”
“What about the tab?”
“Let them deal with it.”
“I dunno, that doesn’t seem very—”
“We’ll pay 'em back later, let’s just go before I start puking.”
“All right. Where should we go?”
“We can hit that movie you and Sango were gonna see.”
“Works for me.”
“… we could get dinner afterwards, too. If, y'know,
we’re hungry or whatever.”
“… Inuyasha, are you asking me on a date?”
“Keh! No. I’m rescuing your ass from our disgusting
“Ah. I see.”
“It ain’t a date.”
“I believe you.”
“… if it were
a date—which it isn’t, okay?—but if it were, would you, er…”
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Hi. TBH, I like the first version of the suit. The second is great too, but that's something about Steve in all black that does things to me. Anyway, amazing work as always. :)
IKR? I was a bit disappointed when I saw the full concept art and that I realized they kept the red and white stripes, I thought they would go “full black”, a bit like in the Civil War concept art (he should have worn this suit at the beginning of the movie during the fight with Rumlow)
But Marvel said “Nope” and wanted Cap to keep his red, white and blue colors. Apparently, the blue suit from The Winter Soldier was already too much for them xD Anyway, the new suit looks like a dyed version of the Civil War one except for the shoulder straps (not sure of the word). They are a bit different in Infinity War according to the concept art
But yeah, I wish the suit was completely black :/ Thanks a lot for enjoying my work anon, it’s very kind of you ♥
I know I’m biased but I don’t understand how can anyone say they didn’t like emma watson as belle when she’s literally the real life version of her???? people can have different opinions and that’s fine you can watch the movie and think hey maybe they should have changed this and kept that but saying emma didn’t do a good job and comparing beauty and the beast with another disney live action movie especially if you only watched the trailer and listened to a few songs is really annoying lmao just give the movie a chance before you start bashing it
(in which I am once again a slut for modern day Elorcan. I’ve wanted to do something like this for a while, so I hope it’s okay! )
Elide Lochan tapped her fingers impatiently against her jeans, her carry-on bag slung over one shoulder. Airports always made her antsy- part of her expected her uncle Vernon to just appear out of nowhere. He’s in jail, she reminded herself. If he ever gets out, it won’t be for another ten years at least.
The day she’d stood against her Uncle as a witness had been one of the hardest days of her life, but it had been worth it. He’d been charged with battery, assault, neglecting a child, fraud, and also dealing illegal substances for his boss’s company. She hadn’t known about that last one, but it had been a definite plus. Three years ago, that had happened.
And for four years now she’d been free of him. Four years since she had hunted down her God siblings Aelin and Aedion, four years since she had met Manon and the Thirteen and had her first friends since she was a child. Four years since she had vowed never to go back to Morath, and that was a promise she intended to keep. Her life was, if she was being honest, amazing. She owned her own bookstore in Perranth, the town she’d been raised in, and was perfectly content living above it in her cozy little apartment.
It had been almost two years since she’d had her last night terror.
She handed over her ticket to the clerk, smiling politely when it was scanned and handed back to her, and limped through the gate towards the plane. Usually, she’d never go directly from one place to another, but Manon had insisted she come for a few days to her home in the Wastes. It had been a damn long time since they’d seen each other, and it seemed her friends weren’t okay with waiting until Thanksgiving.
So that had been the last six days for her, but instead of going home to Perranth and her little bookstore, Anneith’s, named after the Greek Goddess of wisdom, she was going straight to her sister’s wedding. She’d been sure Lysandra was going to be the maid of honor, so when she had been bestowed it instead, she may have cried a little bit. And it wasn’t like she couldn’t afford traveling from one place to the next- not only did she have the steady income of the bookstore, but she had all the money her parents had left her. The money Vernon had hoarded from her for years.
She let a family of four pass her, not wanting to slow them down with her crippled leg, and then started going again, entering the plane. The stewardess smiled and asked if she needed any help after a glance at her ankle. Elide kindly refused- it was insulting, honestly, when people thought she needed help. She had escaped her Uncle, had navigated through bustling Orynth and found her family and friends with that ankle. It wasn’t, and never had been, an excuse for her to not be able to do something.
She shoved her carry-on into the compartment above her head and then slid into the first class seat, glancing out the window. Nothing but concrete and the grey skies of the Wastes awaited her. She wished Manon had been able to come with her to Aelin and Rowan’s wedding, but she had the last of her recently deceased grandmother’s paperwork to deal with, and she couldn’t get away. Her lover, Dorian, would be there to offer her congrats, at least.
There was a shifting, and Elide glanced over as a towering man slid into the remaining seat next to her, not even sparing her a glance. He was incredibly handsome, even with the scowl that seemed permanently sketched into his face, and if the designer jeans and jacket over his black Henley said anything, he had money. She allowed herself to appreciate the dark hair and eyes and the muscle of him for a second more before she turned back towards the window. When she felt the weight of his eyes finally fall on her, she didn’t look over.
They were quiet through everyone settling into their seats, and when the pilot announced that they’d be taking off soon and began to go through safety guidelines as they did through every flight, Elide blew out a breath, buckling up. The handsome stranger’s gaze was buried in his phone, and she moved to dig out her own phone. She texted Aelin quickly, saying she’d be landing on time in five hours, and then powered it off. Her purse carried almost nothing but books- Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, Ana Karenina, and a new one she had just started reading, A Court of Mist and Fury. She dug the latter out and opened to the page she had dog eared.
She prayed she wouldn’t get freaked out this time- she’d been on plane rides plenty of times, but she had never seemed to get that fear out of her when they first took off, even if once they were in the air, it felt like she had been made for flying. The plane moved slowly at first, and she was feeling pretty confident that this was it, this was the time that she’d finally be okay for lift off. But then it sped up and her breath hitched, all thoughts of Feyre and Rhysand forgotten as the plane lurched upwards. She scrambled for anything to hold onto. And that ‘anything’ just so happened to be the handsome stranger’s muscled arm.
He turned slightly, raising an eyebrow, and she smiled sheepishly, retracting her grip. “Sorry,” she murmured, going to grip the arms of the chair instead and wincing as her ears popped.
"First time flying?“ He guessed in a smooth, deep voice.
"Twelfth, actually,” she replied, her own voice strained and small. She took a deep breath. “The flying part, I like. But I just can’t seem to get used to the taking off part.” He snorted, and she raised an eyebrow at him despite the fact he was a stranger. “I suppose you love flying?”
He gave her a dry smile. “I hate it, actually. The entire thing. But it comes with the work.”
"And the work is?“
"Ex military.” That would explain how muscled he was. When he chuckled, she realized, in horror, that she had said that out loud. Her cheeks went red, but he didn’t seem to mind, extending a hand. “I’m Lorcan.”
"Marion,“ she replied before she could stop herself. It wasn’t like she’d ever see him again, and you could never be too cautious around strange men. He probably wouldn’t even remember the skimpy girl he’d met on a plane ride. Part of her wondered if she should get back to her book, if she was bothering him, but she asked anyways, "What brings you to Orynth?”
"A wedding,“ he said simply. "You?”
She laughed lightly. “I’m actually going to a wedding too.” Though she was sure it wasn’t the same one. Orynth was huge, and she was sure she would remember if Aelin or Rowan had mentioned a huge, muscled, grumpy wumpy guy. “You’re from the Wastes, then?”
"Doranelle, actually.“ His answer was short, clipped, and she assumed that meant the end of their conversation, but then he spoke again. "Is that where you’re from, then? The Wastes?”
She shook her head. “Perranth. I’m just going for the wedding before it’s time to go back home.” Aedion would drive her there, most likely. Her car was home anyways, and her ankle made it hard for her to drive long distances.
He gave her another one of his dry smiles, just a faint twitching of his lips. “You travel a lot, then?”
She shrugged. “When I feel like it.” The plane had leveled out, and she felt herself relaxing. She should dismiss him, should get back to her book. They’d passed through the 'polite small talk’ stage, and now were bordering on actually chatting. She had enough people in her life, and, frankly, the only men she trusted were Rowan and Aedion, possibly Dorian. But after this, she’d never see Lorcan again. And what was the harm in chatting up the hot stranger? So she asked him, “You said you were ex military. What do you do now?” He opened his mouth to speak, and the book stayed forgotten in her lap. -
They talked for almost half of the trip. Lorcan found it surprising- he’d only meant to say a few polite words, make sure she was okay. She was obviously young-early twenties, he later found out- and he, frankly, hadn’t wanted her to puke everywhere or something. But no, Marion just HAD to be interesting and intelligent, and instead of resting up to meet rutting Whitethorn and the bitch queen like he should have, he had talked to her.
They had kept the conversation light- Lorcan only mentioned Maeve, his ex boss (that he may have been in love with for a time) once, and she only briefly mentioned a crazy uncle. They didn’t talk about any family, either. Instead they spoke of her bookstore, of what they’d both been doing, of movie genres and that blue book in her lap, along with the others stuffed into her purse. They spoke of music-she liked classical and alternative, he was more of a classic rock and anything angry type of guy- and culture, any light conversation topics they could think of.
She fell asleep first, and he found himself studying her face, though he didn’t go any lower (even if her breasts were tempting.) It was obvious she was attractive and most definitely his type- dark hair and eyes, pale skin- but she didn’t seem the type for one night trysts, so he wouldn’t ask. He fell asleep soon after that, and woke up with a weight on his shoulder.
He tensed when he saw her nuzzled there, eyes still closed, inky hair spilled across his shoulder. The pilot announced they’d be landing soon and he tapped her awake gently. Her eyes opened and she practically jumped away from him. He gave her a look, to which she responded with another sheepish smile. “Sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” He looked down the aisle. “We’re landing soon.” She groaned. “Don’t like landing either?”
"It’s possibly worse.“ There was a lurch, and this time, when she gripped his arm, he let her. -
They walked off together, picking up a new conversation that she was more adamant about then him- cats or dogs. She insisted dogs were better- Manon, her best friend, had a pet Doberman named Abraxos and he was apparently the sweetest thing ever. He listened in amusement, but as soon as they both got out of the gate, they froze. Marion turned to him.
"So,” she said. “This is it, I guess.”
He nodded, stone faced. “Thanks for making the plane ride… less droll than it could have been.”
She snorted, tucked a piece of hair behind an ear. “You helped as well, I suppose,” she said, and he almost started in confusion. People tended not to tease him, but that seemed to be what she was doing.
He hesitated for a moment, studying her. Should he offer her his number? Should he ask for hers? Ridiculous- he was ridiculous. So he simply said, “Have fun at the wedding,” and turned. He didn’t look back to see if she watched him go.
Scott and I have been dating for about a year now and it has probably been the best year of my life. Although there have been some up and downs especially when you are dating a werewolf and there is always some supernatural creature trying to kill you. Luckily, now that the Ghost Riders were gone Scott and I could relax before we were both heading to college. I was dreading that day. Where Scott and I will go our separate ways and probably have to break up. He was my first real relationship and the first boy I’ve ever loved he doesn’t know that but he is. I just wished I had enough courage to tell him but every time I think I am going to tell him I chicken out or someone or something prevents me too. Right now, we were in our last period of school as it was finally the last day of school. I have been nervous all day since tonight Scott and I were going to have a final movie night before he left for Berkley and I was finally going to tell him how I truly felt for him. I was holding Scott hand as the last five minutes of school was coming. “Are you okay?” Scott whispers in my ear. I turn to look into his chocolate brown eyes and I smile,” Yeah I’m fine.” When really, I felt like I was going to pass out from how nervous I felt.
I changed into my pajamas and started to make popcorn as Scott was in his living room setting up the movie. I started to take deep breaths as I tried to tell myself that I could do this and to just tell him before it’s too late. “(Y/N) are you okay? You know I can heartbeat, right?’ Scott says walking into the room with popcorn in his hand. I laugh,” I’m fine Scott. I just need to talk to you about something.” Scott sits next to me placing the popcorn on the coffee table. “What’s wrong babe? You’re scaring me.” Scott states putting his arm on the back of the couch behind me. I sigh and grab his hand that was on his lap as I look into eyes. I take a heavy sigh and decided to just say it,” I love you, Scott.”
Silence. That what spread through the room as I said those four words. I felt tears coming into my eyes as I let go of Scott’s hand. I knew it was a bad idea to tell him. He doesn’t feel the same way about me that I feel for him. “I should’ve never said anything,” I say in a rush as I run into the bathroom to hide from the embarrassment for now. Tears start to cascade down my face as I slide down to the floor of the bathroom. I was a fool to think Scott would feel the same way about me as he did with Allison and Kira. A sob rocks through my body as a gentle knock comes from the door. “(Y/N) can you please open the door? Please?” I think of the options I have that I can either open the door to hear him say he doesn’t love me or I could stay in here till it’s late enough and leaves. Option two it is. I hear Scott sigh as he realizes that I am not going to open the door. “Just so you know I love you too baby, So much I have waited so long to tell but I was scared. Scared that you didn’t love me. Scared that you would leave me. I should’ve of told you but I let get in the way. I’m sorry for that. I know we are heading to college soon but we will make it work and I am going to make sure it does. Cause you mean the world to me and I am not letting you go.” I unlock the door and open the door slowly to see Scott with tears on his cheeks as he stares at me. He grabs my waist and pulls me against him. “I love you,” Scott whispers as he presses his lips against mine. “I love you too,” I whisper against his lips. Sometimes it is worth the wait for that special moment with someone close to you. This was my special moment with Scott and I wouldn’t change it for the world.
Absolutely none of this is my work - I read this little scene in another favorite series of mine (Black Dagger Brotherhood by JR Ward and her spin-off series Black Dagger Legacy - I cannot recommend them enough!) and thought it would be great if our favorite characters from ACOTAR (by Sarah J Maas) were in it. This part is specifically from JR Ward’s book, Blood Kiss. I hope you laughed as much as I did when I read this scene, and enjoy it with the ACOTAR characters!
Nesta looked over at the archway from the library desk she had been stuck at for the past two weeks. She never realized being the Emissary of Prythian for the Human Realm would entail so much work. Standing together in the archway were Feyre, Elain, and Amren, glasses of wine and plumed pens in their hands.
“We’re prepared to scribe up and help with the invitations,” Feyre said. “And then we’ve asked for dinner on special service, because we’re doing girls’ night with a movie upstairs in the theater.”
“Magic Mike XXL just came out on DVD,” Amren chimed in. “We have a moral obligation to support the arts, even if they’re just the human ones.”
“I haven’t seen the first one,” Elain murmured. “They tell me his pelvis is double-jointed. Is that true?”
Amren came forward and took the paperwork out of Nesta’s hands. “Come on, you look like you need a girls’ night. Cresseida and Mor are joining us. So are Viviane and Nuan. We’re getting all of us together - it’s about time.”
For a split second, Nesta felt guilty about easing into the friendship that was being offered. It seemed….too frivolous when she thought about all she wasn’t able to do for everyone else.
Feyre leaned in. “We’ve told the males that they can’t come in. Mostly because if they see that Channing guy up on the big screen - “
Amren finished, “ -we’re going to need to do a remodel after they’re done with things.”
“Back to the double-jointed business,” Elain kicked in. “I mean, how does he walk?”
“Very well, sister.” As Feyre answered, she put an arm around Nesta’s shoulders. “Very, very well.”
Then they began setting down ink jars and papers and handed Nesta a glass of wine, who began to blink fast. Part of the emotion was relief at a break from all the work she had been buried under. The other half was a gratitude so great, her chest could barely contain the emotion.
“Ladies,” she said, putting her arm around Feyre’s waist. “Let’s do the addressing quickly - so we can get to the undressing.”
“I’m sorry….they’re doing WHAT?”
As Cassian spoke, he looked at the males-only group sitting around the mansion’s dining room table. Not one of his brothers or any of the other males were laughing or talking loudly. The bunch of sad sack losers was just sitting in front of half-eaten plates and untouched glasses of vodkas, bourbon and whiskey like a roll call of basset hounds who’d lost their anti-depressants.
Not what he’d expected to find as he came late to dinner.
When Nesta had texted him and told him she was working with the females on something, it had seemed like a good idea to take care of some trainee stuff.
He hadn’t banked on this funeral thing just because the ladies were doing a project.
“Hello?” he demanded. “You guys lost your hearing along with your sac or something?”
Rhys inhaled like he was about to break the news of a death in the family. “They’re having a movie night.”
Cassian rolled his eyes and went over to his chair. Yeah, it was a little weird to sit down without his Nesta by his side, but for Cauldron’s sake, it was nothing to go Prozac over. Besides, he was glad his female had friends in the house-
“They’re watching Magic Mike,” someone said.
“Is that a children’s show?” He started filling his plate with heaping piles of lamb. “Varian, pass the salt over here, would-“
Cassian stopped talking as he realized the entire table of males was looking at him. “What?”
“You haven’t heard of Magic Mike?” Lucien demanded.
“No.” He leaned back again as Azriel handed him a drink. “Thanks. Is it like Barney?”
“It’s about strippers,” Lucien countered.
Cassian frowned and lowered his glass from his lips. “I’m sorry?”
Kallias came in from the pantry with a scowl like somebody had shot his favorite fox courier.
“Naked,” Kallias muttered as he sat where Nesta should have been. “Buck-ass naked. And they’re humans. Cauldron, it’s like being shown up by a pack of dogs.”
“In thongs,” someone else bitched. “Dogs in thongs.”
Cassian followed through on taking a drink this time, swallowing the burn, welcoming the heat in his gut. Okay, fine, it was a bit of a surprise to find that he kept going until the glass was empty, but hey, he had a lot to think about. On one level, the fact that his mate was watching a movie with her buddies, even if it did involve some nakey, really wasn’t a big deal.
On another level, he wanted to find the electrical box and cut the power to that part of the mansion.
Then torch the DVD. And the screen.
And take his mate to bed just to show her all the tricks he had over some actor in a - oh, Cauldron, a thong?
“It’s fine,” he heard himself say as he motioned to Az for a refill. “I mean, first of all, they love us - and second, it’s not like it’s an X rated -“
“They show a cock pump,” Helion said with a wide smile, like he was helping. “And in action. You know, it’s on a cock and it’s pumping-“
Kallias unsheathed a dagger from somewhere and pointed the thing a Helion’s head. “You keep talking like that and I’ma trim your hair. With my eyes closed.”
Helion laughed. “Yeah, whatever, big boy. I thought you had more mojo than to get worked up over something like this. You really that insecure?”
“You want insecure,” Kallias said. “I’ll make you-“
“Okay, okay,” Cassian cut in. “Leave it, Kallias. It’s fine, it’s great - they’re just enjoying themselves. What’s wrong with that? It’s not like they’re sleeping with the guy.”
The collective growl that rose up from the males was so loud, it managed to agitate the crystals in the enormous chandelier hanging over the table. And the Lord of Day Court was an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid.
Moving slowly, like there were multiple guns pointed at him, he put his hands up in submission. “Sorry. Whatever. I’ll stop before all this lame-ass uncomfortability you bunch of morons are sporting kills me.”
“Wise choice,” Cassian said dryly. “Not that I wouldn’t mind hitting you right now. Although that’s not specific to this sitch.”
Helion went back to eating, shoving food in his face.
The other males weren’t so quick to do a reset on things, those narrowed eyes still trained on the male with the big mouth.
“Come on, boys, it’s fine.” Cassian said. He cut a piece of lamb off and put it in his mouth. “Mmmm. Delish.”
In reality, the stuff tasted like cardboard, but he made a show of the yummies. He couldn’t keep it up, though.
Two minutes later, he was shoving a full plate away and nursing his second whiskey. “Really. They should have a little independence. They don’t need to be locked at our hips. It’s about time they do something just for them. This is great.”
Next to him, Kallias glared. “Is it. You like the idea of Nesta looking at some other male’s junk?”
“It’s not X-rated-“ As his voice squeaked, he cleared his throat. “I mean, it couldn’t be…no, it’s not-“
“I already checked,” Lucien muttered. “They have the DVDs - they’re probably watching the extended, uncut versions.”
“So the strippers aren’t circumcised?” Helion put his palms up again before the growling got even worse. “Cauldron, you guys are SO damn touchy.”
Cassian shook his head and decided the prick was on his own. “So, yeah, I mean, a little gyrating - a pec pump or two. It’s nothing to get worked up over.” Gesturing to a servant by the door, he said, “Can I have a refill over here?”
“Of course. Would anyone care for dessert?”
Cassian glanced at Varian. “What do you say there, Vari?”
When Varian just swished his ginger ale around in his glass, Cassian cursed and said to the servant, “This one here will have some even if no one else does.”
“Bring me the dessert,” Varian spoke up.
The servant bowed. “But of course, sire. I shall fix you a plate-“
“No. I want the whole dessert. All of the cake and all of the ice cream.”
Annnnnnnnnnndd that was how Varian ended up with a morose audience of however many playing witness to his consuming fifteen small chocolate cakes and two gallons of vanilla ice cream.
It was like watching paint dry, except there was no chemical smell and the room was the same color before and after.
The good news was that the booze was doing its job, fuzzing out Cassian’s mind, making his body both numb and horny. “May I have another?” he asked a passing servant who was removing the final chocolate-smudged plate. “Thank you very much.”
When his glass came back, he pushed his chair away from the table. “I’m out. I’ve got some work to do.”
And no offense to any of them, but hanging around their vibe was just making him more depressed. Any more of this and he was going to start braiding the noose.
Walking out, he paused in the grand foyer. Looked up the stairs. Tried to imagine his Nesta ogling some actor in his underwear.
“Really, it’s fine. Good for her.”
He took his phone out and called up their text string. Hesitating, he thought he’d just send her something, you know, to remind her that….
In years past, he would never have given a shit about something like this. Nesta wasn’t only the love of his life; she was a female of worth who would never cheat on him. And hello, it wasn’t like she’d checked into a seedy motel with the guy, for fuck’s sake. She was hanging with her friends just like he hung out with his.
This was ridiculous.
He was NOT the jealous type-
The sound of boots approaching had him glancing over his shoulder. It was Varian, and the male had a frothy glass of Alka-Seltzer in his hand.
Varian looked up the stairs. And dollars for dipshits, he was thinking exactly what Cassian was.
“I’m going up,” the male announced.
“Now wait, wait, wait.” Cassian grabbed that males huge forearm and squeezed. “It’s not like you can just burst in there.”
“It’s girls’ night.”
“So I’ll put on a dress.”
“Fucking hell, Varian. REALLY?”
Next out were Kallias, Lucien and Azriel. And then everyone else, including Rhys and Thesan, who, in spite of not being officially mated, was right there along the hound-faced rest of them.
“We are NOT going up there,” Cassian announced. “We’re going to go play some pool, and get drunk, and talk about all the training we accomplished at the camps. We’re going to have a great fucking day - night, whatever the fuck it is. Now pick your balls up off the floor and let’s start behaving like men.”
“He has skills. I’m just saying.”
As Viviane spoke up, the captivated audience that was focused on the big screen was in total, very unmuted agreement.
Nuan let out another of her now-trademark wolf whistles.
Amren cursed and threw more Milk Duds at the image, yelling, “Damn, son, you get that shit! You get it!”
Nesta just laughed again. She couldn’t decide what was more amusing, the movies or the company - probably the company. Although the humans were not hard on the eyes, she had to admit.
And then it was time for another round of hooting and hollering.
Cauldron, she couldn’t remember the last time she had laughed this hard. There was something about being with the girls that made the jokes both worse and better at the same time, and the giggling louder, and the silliness more stupid.
All of which was a very beautiful thing, as it turned out.
It also reminded her of how great it was to be accepted for exactly who she was, no external expectations laid on her, no shortfalls she hadn’t volunteered cutting her down. No judgement, just love.
Plus a number of naked guys who were almost as hot as her male? Not a hardship.
When the final scene was over and the credits started to roll, they clapped like the actors could hear them all the way out in California.
“Can you teach me how to whistle like that?” someone asked Nuan.
“You just put two lips around your fingers and blow,” the female replied.
“Isn’t that a line from a movie?” somebody else chimed in.
“Are they doing a third one-“
“Magic Mike Ginormous-“
“We need to watch one and two again first as prep - we’ve got a tradition to uphold-“
“Anybody see Nine and a Half Weeks lately-“
One by one, they stood up from the padded leather recliners and stretched in the dim, windowless room, backs cracking, shoulders unknotting. And it was funny - Nesta felt the urge to cut through the conversation and say something profound and meaningful, just to acknowledge the space they’d been in. But the right words didn’t come.
Instead, she said, “Hey, can we do this again?”
Then again, maybe that was exactly what she meant.
Well, what do you know, the peanut gallery was so on board: The rousing cheer was as loud as the hoots at the dance scenes, and the idea that this special time wasn’t a one-off made her feel a piercing kind of relief.
“I think we need a Chris Pratt marathon next. Guardians of the Galaxy,” Feyre said.
“Is that the guy with the brother?” Elain asked.
“That’s Hemsworth,” someone answered.
Starting the line for the departure up the middle aisle, Nesta wadded her empty Milk Duds box and made a rim shot with it into the trash. Abruptly, she realized that she couldn’t wait to see Cassian - and not because of all the scenes of half-naked bodies. She missed him - which was ridiculous, considering neither one of them had gone anywhere.
Heading for the door by the glass display of candy bars, she was smiling as she pushed open the -
“Dear…..God,” she blurted as she recoiled.
The hallway beyond was filled with the males of the house, all sitting on the floor with their backs to the bare walls, their legs stretched out, propped up, crossed at the knees or crossed at the ankles.
Apparently there had been quite a bit of drinking going on, empty bottles of vodka and whiskey littered around them, glasses in hands or on thighs.
“This is NOT as pathetic as it looks,” her Cassian pointed out.
“Liar,” Kallias muttered. “It so fucking is. I think I’m going to start knitting for reals.”
As the females emerged with her, each one of them registered shock, disbelief, and then wry amusement.
“Is it me,” one of the males groaned, “or did we just perform our own mass castration out here?”
“I think that just about sums this shit up,” somebody agreed. “I’m wearing panties under my leathers from now on. Anyone joining me?”
“Helion already does,” Kallias said as he got to his feet and went to Viviane. “Hey.”
While the other pairs found one another, Cassian smiled as Nesta came over to him and put out her hand to help him off the floor. As they embraced, he kissed her on the side of the neck.
“Are you out of love with me now?” he murmured. “Cuz I’m pussy-whipped?”
She leaned back in his arms. “Why? Because you pinned after me while I was watching a dirty movie with my girls that wasn’t all that dirty? I think it’s actually - and brace yourself - really pretty cute.”
“I’m still all male.”
As she rolled her body against him, she let out a mmmmmm as she felt his erection. “Yes, I can tell.”
Okay, since this year’s OSCARS is now officially rigged. But I’m really sad that my faved movie studio has been beaten up by Disney animation to make them lose. So, I decided to make a edit on this sadden post.
For the reasons why LAIKA has been beaten up and losing to Disney in OSCARS, are Coraline has been first lost and beaten up by the Pixar movie, “Up” in 2009, ParaNorman has been second lost and beaten up by the another Pixar movie, “Brave” in 2012, The Boxtrolls has been third lost and beaten up by the Walt Disney Animation Studios movie, “Big Hero 6″ in 2014 (yeah, I loved that Disney movie, just kidding), and finally, Kubo and the Two Strings (my faved movie of all time) has been officially fourth lost and beaten up by the another Walt Disney Animation Studios movie, “Zootopia” in 2016.
Why!?! Why Disney has kept on winning the Academy Awards, instead of LAIKA?! The Academy Awards has been officially and forever rigged! This has got to be a mistake! Disney should be getting lose, and I want to take a break from winning. I’m done with this! This means…I might have to quit from working at Disney, and I should have to work at LAIKA Studios instead. At least, there will be the next new LAIKA film to come out in the future years, and should better win the Academy Awards for real good.
Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales (or Salazar’s Revenge ugggh what even is that change of name) spoilers (sorry for not using the ‘read more’ cut but I’m on my phone and it’s not showing)
first of all: THEY DARED TO KILL CAPTAIN HECTOR BARBOSSA, RIGHTFUL CAPTAIN OF THE BLACK PEARL AND PIRATE LORD OF THE CASPIAN SEA (AGAIN!!!!!) What the hell was even that dead???? The best character in this entire franchise deserved a much better written death than just dying because of the cliché plot of the “long lost daughter” PLEEEEASE. The Hector Barbossa I’ve known for the past 14 years wouldn’t have cared about having a daughter, he only cared about himself.
Which leads me to the next stage: denial. HAHAHAHAHAH HE’S NOT DEAD. He became the richest
pirate in the entire world and we all know about his obsession with becoming immortal: Barbossa totally went back to Isla de Muerta and grabbed a few pieces of the Aztec treasure AGAIN. Exhibit A: we see him eating some sweets but not apples because he wouldn’t dare to eat his most beloved food without feeling its taste in his mouth. Exhibit B: He’s Barbossa, he’s the greatest and the one truly pirate in all these movies. He can’t be dead. “It’s a pirates life, Hector”❤️
Now going back to the plot…. Javier Bardem was a cool villain (better than Blackbeard, but never like my beloved Barbossa and Davy Jones*)
Kaya Scodelario and the Brendon (or Brandon???) Tw-something cannot act. Sorry children.
Jack Sparrow was the least interesting part of this movie of course, but I’d like to point something about him: there are some POTC books (which were considered canon) and they had a much more interesting backstory for Jack. He worked for the East India Trading Company and was in charge of a ship, the Black Pearl or as it was known before, The Wicked Wench. Beckett (you know, the villain from the previous movies) wanted him to trade with slaves and Jack refused, reason enough for Beckett to sink The Wicked Wench and mark Jack with the P of “Pirate” in his arm. In exchange, Jack seems to have hit Beckett so hard between his legs that he ended up as an eunuch (the scene in Dead Man’s Chest when Will asks Beckett which mark did Jack leave on him also strongly implies it). In the end, while the ship was sinking and Jack was dying, he made his deal with Jones to bring back his ship as the Black Pearl and he sailed under pirate flag. So yeah, that was a much interesting. Which leads me to…
Someone hasn’t been paying attention to the plot of the previous movies, part 1: TIA DALMA GAVE JACK THAT FUCKING COMPASS, HE DIDN’T GET IT FROM A DYING MATE. In Dead Man’s Chest she clearly says “The compass you bartered from me it cannot lead you to this?”. Do your homework dear script writers; see the previous 4 movies.
I WAS FORCED TO PAY TO SEE A MOVIE WITH ORLANDO BLOOM ONLY TO SEE HIM 3 MINUTES. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT??? I knew he wasn’t going to be a lot in the movie, but hey! At least I thought that since the movie was motivated FOR him, we would see him a bit more.
Someone hasn’t been paying attention to the plot of the previous movies, part 2: Davy Jones and his crew looked all fish-y because Jones wasn’t doing his job of reaping the souls of those who died at the sea. Will Turner would have never stop doing his job, plus according to the post-credits scene in At World’s End, 10 years after he became the Captain of the Flying Dutchman, he looked the same. And wasn’t the first scene in this movie 8 years after this (according to those papers Henry had)??? Uggh, I hate lazy writing.
I loved to see my beautiful Pirate King, Elizabeth Swann but couldn’t she have had some dialogue??? It’s not so hard. At least, the Turners got their well-deserved happy ending (where is Bootstrap Bill Turner tho??? he should have been with Will at the Flying Dutchmen)
The movie had its fun moments and some great moments (Barbossa *cough cough*) but overall, the script was very poorly written. Pirates of the Caribbean holds a very special place in my heart since I was 8 years old, but the last 2 movies shouldn’t have existed.
* THAT! POST! CREDITS! SCENE! It was AMAZING. It kept me on the edge of my seat. It was so so good. I’m willing to tolerate another movie just to be revealed that after all the sea curses were broken, Calypso brought Davy Jones back.
Reactions to SO getting a annoyed that their partner can spend so little time with them, so they retaliate by buying a cheap bodypillow and sending the bandmembers photos of them while they are on tour doing menial stuff with it. SO and pillow at the restaurant, SO and pillow at the movies, SO and pillow on a rollercoaster etc. Just some lighthearted teasing ala "if you're gone so often, this will have to do."
~ He was a little
confused at first when he received a picture of you and a blue body pillow at
your favorite restaurant. You sent a text following a picture that said, “At
least HE spends time with me.” 2D frowned at the text. He sent one back saying,
“You know I can’t help it.” You smirked at the text. “It’s a shame. When we get
home we’re going to watch your favorite movie. Wish you were here <3” You
almost laughed out loud at the text.
~ You pulled the body
pillow inside your room when you got home and threw it on your bed. You checked
your phone for a text from 2D. There were two messages. The first one read, “That’s
not fair! );” You snickered. The second one read, “I’ll be home soon! I promise
I’ll spend more time with you!” You grinned as you slipped off your pants and
straddled the pillow. You took a very well angled picture of yourself in that
position and sent it to 2D. You laughed and awaited his reply. You could almost
hear his voice when you read the text, “I’ll remember that.” Said the text. “Maybe
now you’ll actually spend time with me.” You sent.
~ You knew you were
playing a dangerous game but Murdoc should have spent more time with you while
he was home. You had just bought a cheap body pillow at the local shop and you
were going to take it everywhere. You got dressed up in Murdoc’s favorite outfit
on you and took a selfie with the pillow. He sent it to Murdoc with the caption
“Heading out with my favorite guy!” Murdoc replied immediately with a, “What
the hell does that mean?” You smirked down at your phone screen and typed, “Well
since you’re so busy and won’t spend time with me, this little guy will have to
~ You could practically
hear Murdoc growl. “It’s my job to take to you out.” He sent back. You laughed.
“Maybe you should do your job better (;” You were enjoying torturing the old
man. You walked out of the house with the body pillow and drove with it buckled
in the passenger seat. You took another picture with it and sent it to Murdoc
before driving off to the movie theatre. Murdoc was having a fit. You kept
sending picture of you holding onto the pillow or kissing it. He was pissed,
but you kept going.
~ At the end of the
night, you stripped off all your clothes and pulled the pillow over you to
cover most of yourself. “He’s a better lover too (;” You couldn’t wait for
Murdoc’s response. When your phone buzzed you had a text that read, “THAT’S IT!
I’M GETTING A PLANE TICKET HOME RIGHT NOW! THE FUCKING ALBUM CAN WAIT!” You
laughed at the fact that Murdoc just got jealous over a $10 body pillow.
~ Noodle didn’t like
leaving you so soon after not getting to spend much time together. You knew
that but you also knew she was the overprotective type. You sat on your bed
pouting about your missing girlfriend. You snuggled up to your giant body
pillow that you used when she was gone. You closed your eyes, hoping to take a
nap, but you suddenly sat up because of a brilliant idea you had. You grabbed
your phone and took a picture of you snuggling with the body pillow and sent it
to Noodle saying “I miss you ):” Noodle replied a few minutes later with an, “I
miss you too, baby doll. But you won’t need that body pillow much later.”
~ You were impatient. You
got up and ran into the shower. “Brb just gonna take a quick shower (:” You
took a picture with the body pillow sitting in the tub. Noodle was confused, “Are
you really going to shower with the body pillow?” You laughed and sent, “I have
to. My girlfriend isn’t here to help me wash up.” You giggled. “I’ll shower
with you as much as you want when I get home <3” You smiled at the text
before jumping into the shower.
~ Russel didn’t like
being away from you for so long. Especially since he barely got to see you when
he was home for his break. You weren’t very happy about it either. You spent
more time alone than you had wanted to. You tried to pass the time by watching
films or sleeping but you could only do so much. You sat up from your bed and
grumbled. You decided to shower and actually go out tonight.
~ You stripped and
stepped into the shower. You took your time washing your body and just letting
the hot water hit your back. After your shower, you dried off and put on some
nice clothes. You admired yourself in the mirror before heading out. You
grabbed your phone and your keys and walked to the car.
~ You drove through town
until you passed a shop that a bin full of body pillows for sale. You got an
evil grin on your face and found a parking space. You walked to the bin and grabbed
body pillow. This was perfect. You went to pay for it and put it in the front
seat of your car. You snapped a picture and sent it to Russel. You giggled to
yourself when you saw him reply suddenly, “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”
Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: mild language, angst
A/N: One last part left - epilogue
Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?
Dean has been working on Baby all day. He woke up at five this morning, leaving the bed sheets next to me just a cool, thin layer of linen. It was noon now, and he still wasn’t finished tinkering. He had refilled the tires, replaced the brake pads, fixed the transmission, and refilled the windshield wiper fluid. I turned my head as I heard the hinges on the screen door creak. In strode Dean, black smudges on his hands and face and sweat dripping down his brow. He looked absolutely delectable in the skin-tight, faded, black, cotton t-shirt.
“What’re you doing now, babe?” I asked curiously, silently hoping he’s say he was done. Craving my daily dose of attention from Dean.
“Just gonna give her a bath and she’ll be good to go!” He said, flashing that eye-crinkling smile of his.
“Okay, I’ll get dressed and come talk to you while you do it.” I said, my puppy-like personality emerging.
“I’ll see you outside, babe!” He shouted over his shoulder, already practically prancing back outside. I slipped on one of Dean’s AC/DC shirts and tucked it into a pair of old shorts (Displayed Below). I walked out and grabbed the bucket of supplies Dean would need. I handed it to him, he pressed a quick kiss to my forehead in return before turning back to fill the soap bucket with water. I took the chance to take in the view Dean was giving me. The muscles on his shoulders rippling as he leaned, his shirt riding up and showing of the small of his back and god I couldn’t help but want to grab it.
I sat in the grass and chatted with him for all of fifteen minutes before he became so absorbed in cleaning Baby that he fell silent. I felt a sly grin slip on my lips as I looked over at the unattended, soapy sponge. I grabbed it in my hand and ran towards Dean before he could comprehend what I was doing. He turned to meet me and was met with a face full of sopping wet sponge. I was racked with giggles until I could breath. The mix of the sound Dean made when he was hit and the pout on his now soaking lips was hysterical.
He reached up, wiping the water out of his eyes before speaking in a slow, cool tone, “You really…should not have done that.” He let out a playful growl before pouncing on me. I was pinned to the grass as he flicked sudsy water on me, in my face, on my clothes and then his fingertips met my sides, sending my into a pattern of laughter again.
“Dean! A-ahaha! Ohmygod! Uncle! I can’t breath!” His tickling did not cease, he only let out his own mesmerizing, throaty laugh before finally backing off. He kept me straddled as he reached down to wipe the soap off my forehead.
“I just gotta’ finish cleaning Baby off and we can go watch a movie. How does that sound?” Dean asked softly. I let out a whine in return, running my fingertips up his biceps.
“Deaaaan! You’re taking so longggg. I want attention.” I stuck my bottom lip out dramatically, batting my eyes lightly. “I know, I’m sorry baby. I just got to finish, she’s almost done. You wanna help, baby boy?”
I nodded softly, a smile flashing across my features. We got up and got down to it. Wiping away all the dirt and smudges on Baby, taking our time, goofing off. When we finally finished, Dean walked up and wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his hands on my rear and squeezing lightly. He giggled against my lips as his hands left dark, wet hand-prints on me. He pressed his lips against mine lightly, but I wasn’t having it. Not now. I’d been patient all day and I wanted Dean’s full attention. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me, whining softly against his mouth as he slid one of his thighs between mine.
“Always so needy for me, baby. This is what you’ve wanted all day, huh? To get fucked on Baby?”
I felt the heat in my cheeks swelter as I dropped my gaze, I had honestly never considered such a thing but the thought send a twitch to my pants.
He leaned up to whisper softly to me, “Don’t worry baby. Why do you think I cleaned her so thoroughly? Only the best for my boy.” He tugged my earlobe with his teeth and pressed his lips to my neck. His large hands were set firm on my hips, restricting me from squirming against his body. He rolled his hips forward, brushing his tight pants against my own.
“Please what, baby?”
“I-I wanna feel you…inside me…please…” I was a blushing mess, dropping my head to avoid Dean’s mischievous gaze. He trailed his fingertips to the front of my shorts, pulling them and my underwear off slowly, intimately. I reached for the hem of the shirt of his I was wearing but his hands clamped down on my wrists.
“No, no…leave it on.” His eyes were burning into me now, watching me squirm, desperate for a touch, a smell, a taste of him. I mouthed a soft please and immediately Dean was tearing his clothes off until he was stood bare in front of me.
“C'mere,” he said softly, leading me to the front of the Impala. “bend over.” His voice husker, more eagerness laced in the letters he spoke. I complied willingly, feeling his body curl around mine, I inhaled his scent, firewood and raindrops. He smelled like home.
“You sure you wanna do this here?” I asked softly, looking over my shoulder to meet Dean’s eyes.
“Of course, baby boy. Now, spit.” He outstretched his hand and waited patiently as I coated his palm in saliva.
“Good boy.” He cooed before wrapping his hand around his own length, making it slick before pressing against my entrance. He pushed his head in softly, waiting for my begging cries to encourage him to go further. Before I knew it, Dean was fucking me, slow and hard, against the car. The car was rocking along with his thrusts just as his hand was matching his thrusts as he pumped my cock.
“Ooooh,” he moaned gravelly, the sound echoing and vibrating in his large chest, “c'mon baby boy, come for me. Go on, make a dirty mess all over my hand and the car, baby.” His coos only pushed my further to the edge I was trying so desperately to jump off of. As his thrusts began to loose their pattern, he began rubbing me harder, faster and again, before I knew it, I had come dripping out of my hole and onto my thighs and I was coming all over Baby.
The next day Dean decided to give Baby another bath after our…er…playtime. The only smudge left on her was the one left by my come. “That one,” Dean had said, “that one is the acception, baby boy.”
• pairing: min yoongi x reader, college! yoongi • genre/warnings: romance, fluff, slight angst, mainly because
yoongi is an over dramatic bitch lmao, heavy petting, slightly mature content??? i mean there’s mentions of dicks, so… • words: 10,394 → summary: You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested
you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up
changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?