you gorgeous adorable man ;; ♥

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Stoned love

Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,

Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,

She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,

Long time coming

Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, hot coffee, Steve and Sam are bratty.

A/N: I needed something short and sweet. So here it is. Enjoy! x 

Summary: a morning incident involving hot coffee finally brings Y/N and Bucky together. 

The moment Y/N walked the kitchen door of the small cabin, Bucky’s eyes were fixed on her. Even though she just woke up and looked a mess with her bedhead and her oversized MIT jersey, he couldn’t stop watching her. As she reached over to the coffee machine she moaned softly -but dramatically- at the movements she had to make to get her daily fuel.

Bucky couldn’t help but smile. She always had a dramatic streak, in a humorous kind of way.

“You alright there, soldier?” He chuckled at her, trying his best to not stare at her ass when she reached up to grab a mug from the cupboard. She wasn’t wearing anything but her cotton panties underneath the MIT jersey, and Bucky wasn’t complaining. 

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if people were elements,
then we are ice and fire.

your touch is frost upon my burning skin,
my breath melts your frozen heart.
your kiss is cool against my lips,
and my heat warms you all the way down
to the tips of your toes.

and although we could complement each other,
beckon the other away from the end of polarity
to come and meet in the middle,
too much of one

will eliminate the other.

—  and i’d never forgive myself if i caused your destruction, c.j.n.
Spank Me

2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: Dean encounters the reader at her sorority house.

Prompt: “Stop staring at my ass and help me!”

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Requested: @feelmyroarrrr


“Sammy! You ready?!” Dean bellows booking it down the narrow hallway towards his roommate’s bedroom.

“Hurry up, man. I’m wa…” Dean strolls into the room without knocking before raising an annoyed eyebrow.

“What the hell is this?” He huffs, a glare now directed at Sam who’s dabbing on cologne.

“I thought we were going to the gym?”

“Nah. I finally got the balls to ask Jess out. So I’m stopping by her sorority to hang out and then we are getting drinks.” Sam answers, a huge grin gracing his handsome face.

“Sorority.” Dean’s whole demeanor instantly brightens, his scowl now replaced with a devilish smirk.

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a malec au where alec is a libraian’s assistant at the local library with cute glasses and who can always be found with his nose in a book in the corner (most likely shakespeare or robert frost) and magnus goes in one day to check out a book and the librarian is sick so alec is manning the library and magnus immediately sees him and is struck by a love arrow of cupid cause wow that nerdy tall boy with the flushed cheeks and messy hair and oversized sweater is adorable and alec is so enchanted by the gorgeous beautiful muscular man with glitter on his cheekbones and in his hair and the exquisite and lavish clothing and the kind look in his pretty eyes and everything about him is perfect and magnus goes to the front desk where alec is and alec realizes that he’s been staring for a while and he coughs and looks down, blushing like crazy as magnus smirks at him. “what do you want to check out?” alec stammers and magnus grins at him, mischief in his eyes. “the librarian.” he replies flirtatiously and alec chokes on his tongue (the fact that he’s technically not even the librarian doesn’t matter to him now).

Perfect

“How on Earth can one man be so perfect?” Anxiety whispered between kisses.

“You’re just saying that.”

The royal ran a hand along Anxiety’s side and felt a frown tug his lips.

“If you aren’t beautiful, than I’m a rotten boyfriend.”

“Wait-”

“Roman,” Anxiety leaned up from where he was tracing his lips over the others tummy and whispered in his ear, “You are the most gorgeous, handsome-most radiant man I’ve ever known.”

“I can’t imagine how I would survive,” He traced his lips down the royals neck and kissed gently at his shoulder, “without you.”

One hand rested on Prince’s hip, holding him in place, while the other gently traced over his body.

“Your beautiful tummy, that is perfectly kissable,” He leaned down and did just that, “ your wonderful arms which are perfect for hugs,” he kissed there too, “your beautiful thighs, which-”

“Anxiety!”

The darker man smirked.

“Your hands, that are always there to help and protect,” He picked up Princes hands and kissed the palms of both.

“Your eyes, that are deeper than an ocean, and shine brighter than all the jewels of the world,” He placed gentle kisses over Prince’s closed eyelids.

“The way you crinkle your nose, right before you sneeze,” He kissed his nose.

“The way you fidget with your fingers when you get nervous,” He kissed each of his individual fingers.

“The way you laugh, loud and unabashed, and free-”


“I though I was obnoxious?”

“Oh, you are,” Anxiety grinned at the other, “But I love you anyways.”

“I love your smile,” Ann’s voice was now barely a whisper, and he was leaning down so his lips were a breath away from Prince’s, “because it was your smile that first caught my attention. The beauty, the happiness, the excitement- the wonder of being something I thought I couldn’t be. It showed me a world I wouldn’t let myself be a part of.”

Prince had tears pricking his eyes, and Anxiety delicately kissed them away.

“You are the most radiantly beautiful, gorgeous, handsome, wonderfully sweet, caringly kind, loving, obnoxious, talented, magnificent man I’ve ever had the pleasure of falling in love with. And everything about you that I’ve fallen for over and over again is what has saved me, and its you. You in all your beautifully, wonderful, extraordinary-”

“Anxiety-” Prince’s voice cracked.

“-Stunning self, that has done this.”

He finally placed a gentle, soft, adoring kiss to Prince’s lips, feeling the other trembling beneath him.

Prince’s arms encircled Anxiety’s waist, and he buried his face in Anxiety’s shoulder, crying softly against the other.

“Thank you, Prince. Thank you, for bringing love to my life.”

Bitty is lounging on the couch in Jack’s apartment when his phone buzzes and Chowder’s sweet face appears. Jack’s asleep already. The life of a professional athlete such as he is. He’s intense about his schedule and maintaining it. Bitty however, is a bit more lax about it all, so he’s downstairs, flipping through channels since he’s not tired yet. He can guess why Chowder is calling. The Sharks are tied in the series for the Stanley Cup Final. Chowder has called him after every game to either cheer or weep.

Bitty swipes the screen and answers. “Good game tonight, eh?” Bitty’s picked up a few of Jack’s sayings. Shitty absolutely loves it. He sometimes calls Bitty and demands “Say eh! Please! I need a pick me up. Fucking law school.” Bitty always obliges. Jack says Shitty calls him and demands to hear some of Bitty’s Southern phrases in what Shitty calls “Jack’s dulcet Canadian tones”.

Chowder is out of breath. Probably from running around the block in celebration. “I’m gonna propose to her. When they win,” he exclaims. His voice is excited and kind of hoarse.

Bitty sits straight. “Pardon?”

“Farmer. Caitlin. I’m gonna propose when the Sharks win.” The absolute joy in Chowder’s voice is just adorable. But Bitty is too shocked by this news to really appreciate it.

“WHAT?!” he finally shrieks.

Chowder laughs, assuming that Bitty is as excited by this plan as he is.

Jack appears, blinking against the light, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts and a confused frown. “Bitty. What the hell?” he whispers.

Bitty just holds up a finger and shoots him a look that screams, “Do not question me right now, Mr. Zimmermann.”

Jack holds up his hands and slides into the chair opposite. He kind of wants to see this play out. Also, he’s still confused as hell as to what’s even going on.

“It’ll be great, Bitty,” Chowder begins his explanation. “Farmer will be here tomorrow and Game 7 is the day after that. We’re going to have a big party to watch and it’ll be great.”

Bitty is just shaking his head now. “Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. You listen to me right now, Christopher Chow. If you propose to Caitlin Farmer at a party full of rowdy Sharks fans during the Stanley Cup Final, you will never get another pie from me again.”

Jack’s eyebrows shoot up and he blinks a few times before a slight smile appears.

“But, Bitty,” Chowder begins to argue.

“No, you listen to me. Caitlin Farmer is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman. And she deserves better than a proposal surrounded by drunken sports fans. This is like a jumbotron proposal. Don’t you do it, Chris. Don’t do the most cliché thing imaginable.”

Jack’s laughing now. Well, not so much laughing as shaking a bit silently while trying not to giggle.

“I love her, Bitty. I want to do this,” Chowder finally says after a long silence. His voice isn’t overly happy now. Now it’s nervous and soft.

“Chowder. Don’t put her on the spot in front of a bunch of strangers.”

“My family will be there,” he attempts to argue.

Bitty sighs. “That’s intimidating. Imagine being proposed to in front of a bunch of people who absolutely adore the proposer. Caitlin is a very laid back girl. She can handle a lot. But you can’t do it like that.”

There is an exhaled breath of defeat from Chowder. “I just want to marry her, Bitty. Isn’t that good enough?”

Jack makes a gesture to put the call on speaker and Bitty eyes him, wondering what’s going on in his gorgeous head. But he does it all the same because he trusts this beautifully awkward man.

“Hey, Chowder,” Jack says.

“Jack! Hey! Bitty said he was gonna visit you for a few days. I’m kind of jealous. You guys get to do so much cool stuff together,” Chowder starts rambling like he always does when talking to Jack.

Jack smiles. “So what’s going on? Proposing to Farmer?”

Chowder sighs again. “Bitty thinks it’s a bad idea.” The pain is clear. He just wants Bitty to approve of his plan.

“Well, what’s your idea?”

“I wanted to propose to her after the Sharks win the Stanley Cup.”

Jack’s face relaxes into that smirk of his that Bitty both loves and hates. “Ah. Well, I have to agree with Bitty on this one, Chowder. It’d be like proposing to her at an Epikegster. Everyone will be drunk and keyed up and she’ll feel obligated to say yes. Do you want her to say yes because she feels she has to? Wouldn’t you rather she says yes because she really wants to?”

The silence at the other end has Bitty fidgeting nervously. This is his sweet baby Chowder. He just wants the little goalie to be happy. As happy as he is with Jack.

“Yeah. You’re right, Jack,” says Chowder, his hoarse voice quiet and less chipper now.

Jack’s still smiling however. “Hey, Bitty. Mind if I take this from here?”

Bitty eyes his boyfriend with distrust. “What are you planning?” he whispers quietly.

Jack winks. Normally this makes Bitty swoon, but right now, it just makes him more suspicious. “Fine,” he stands. “But I’ll be in the kitchen. Waiting.”

Bitty scoots out of the room as Jack takes Chowder off speaker phone. His boyfriend is speaking too quietly into the electronic for Bitty to eavesdrop so with a huff, he slumps to the kitchen and pulls out the ingredients for pie. He’s too wound up to sleep so late night baking it is. To Bitty’s immense surprise, Jack doesn’t come into the kitchen until four hours later. He’s grinning and looks happy if not a bit tired since it’s now the middle of the night and Jack Zimmermann has a schedule, y’all. One he does not deviate from.

“Good Lord, babe. What did you and Chowder talk about for four hours?”

Jack shrugs. “Just some stuff,” he answers, purposely vague. He doesn’t manage to hide the slight sparkle of mischief in his blue eyes before he pulls Bitty into his embrace.

“What did you do?” Bitty mumbles, his words muffled by Jack’s chest.

“Do you think you could make a bunch of pie before Friday? Six should be good. Think you can handle that?” his boyfriend asks. Bitty glares and scoffs. Of course he can make six pies before Friday. Who does this handsome fool think he’s dealing with? Bitty ain’t no amateur. Bitty is about to make that clear, as well as grill Jack on what he’s been doing for the past several hours with Chowder, when Jack kisses him in that way he does and Bitty sort of forgets his own name.

On Friday, Jack loads the pies into his car and Bitty eyes him but he doesn’t ask. He’s been grilling Jack for days. But Jack Zimmermann is like a vault when he wants to keep a secret. Nothing, absolutely nothing (and Lord did Bitty try everything) would get that boy to talk.  Thankfully, Jack did convince Chowder not to propose after the final. The Sharks won. Farmer sent a video of Chowder sobbing with joy in front of the TV before grabbing a sparkler (from God knows where) and running through his parent’s neighborhood in full Shark regalia scream singing “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIEND!” The whole team had a good laugh. Everyone chirped Chowder but the goalie was too happy to even care. He just sent a few “thank you” response texts.

Bitty continues to say nothing as he and Jack drive down to Samwell and pull up in front of Faber. Jack is trying to look innocent which only makes him look more guilty.

“What are we doing here?” Bitty questions, eyes narrowed.

Jack just climbs out. “You’ll see.”

They grab the pies and walk into the quiet rink. A janitor winks at Jack as they pass and Bitty just frowns. What is his boyfriend planning? Bitty is even more surprised when they see who is waiting in the benches.

“Bitty and Jack!” Shitty calls from the bench. “I’ve missed this fucking place.”

“Shitty was just telling us that he thinks you guys should have a round of naked hockey,” Lardo laughs and Shitty winks at her. She rolls her eyes.

“Dude. Naked hockey sounds way too dangerous for uh, certain parts of me,” Ransom flinches.

Holster agrees.

Dex and Nursey are arguing as usual but Nursey smiles and gets Dex in a light headlock which makes Dex laugh and roll his eyes. Everyone is happy to see the pies. Shitty especially. “OH GODS OF FOOD AND LOVE! I HAVE MISSED THIS!” he crows before immediately claiming an apple pie from the stack in Jack’s arms.

Bitty eyes the group and the bags at their feet and sides. “What’s all this?”

Ransom grins. “Jack had us grab some stuff on our way in.”

Shitty steps forward, eating his previously claimed pie with his hands. “So what now, Zimmermann?”

Jack smiles and immediately starts giving orders and the gathered team sets to work. Soon the ice has flower petals making a path to the goal beneath the massive windows. There are candles along the edges. There is soft music playing through the speakers. And on the score board, the names displayed are Chow and Farmer.

“Oh my God,” Bitty exhales once he realizes what’s happening. Jack just smiles. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he keeps checking his phone.

As the sun is about to set, Jack’s phone buzzes. “Alright! Everyone hide!”

The group ducks behind the boards of the bench. Bitty finds himself squashed in between Holster and Shitty. Shitty takes this moment to pull Bitty into a busting hug. “Man, I’ve missed you, Bits. Say eh! Please!”

Bitty sighs. “Eh,” he says. Shitty laughs silently.

The team watches, peeking over the edge of the boards as inconspicuously as possible, as a very nervous looking Chowder leads Farmer out onto the ice. Luckily, Farmer has her back to the boards and doesn’t see the seven sets of eyes, watching silently. Farmer is laughing and making jokes. “You went to all this trouble to commemorate that time we did it on the ice? I don’t have a blanket this time. We can’t have sex on the ice without a blanket, babe.”

Holster and Ransom hear this and high five silently. “Get it, Chowder,” Holster whispers.

Shitty just smiles and wipes away fake tears. “They grow up so fast.”

Bitty just watches as Chowder mumbles and stumbles, so clearly nervous. Bitty sees Jack, hidden but still videoing the moment.

“So, I’m doing this here because this is where I realized I love you and told you and,” Chowder starts to ramble. He’s clearly terrified and Bitty just smiles. Farmer looks confused but she’s still looking at Chowder like he’s the most wonderful thing in the world. “After that game against Yale. I realized I loved you and I was so afraid because I’m well, not that cool, and you’re so amazing. And I was going to do this after the Sharks won.”

“Go Sharks!” Farmer cheers and it takes everything for the group watching not to make cute “Aw!” sounds.

Chowder beams and Bitty is just floored at how romantic this is. The first place Chowder realized he loved her. The first place he told her that he loved her. The setting sun casting a gorgeous pink and orange hue on the ice. Bitty feels a moment of jealousy. This was the proposal he thought he’d get from Jack.

“Caitlin Farmer,” Chowder takes a knee and the gasp from Farmer is loud. “Will you marry me?”

There is a long moment of silence. Chowder glances around, clearly terrified. “Um. Caitlin?” he presses.

“Yes!” Farmer shrieks finally. “Oh my God, yes!”

She tackles Chowder onto the ice and the group all stands and cheers. Lardo is wiping tears. Shitty is openly crying and shouting, “Fucking beautiful, man!”

Ransom and Holster are the first on the ice. They high five Chowder, telling him how proud they are. And impressed. Ice sex is cold and challenging. Who’d of thought that Chowder had it in him? Dex and Nursey tackle Chowder in a bear hug.

Jack turns off his camera and stands next to Bitty. They’re both watching the chaos. Farmer is asking Chowder for a long engagement. They’ll get married after they graduate, okay? Chowder agrees. Someone mentions pizza. Shitty mentions a celebratory kegster. Bitty just laughs.

“Thank you for helping Chowder,” Bitty finally says to Jack. “I love that sweet kid.”

“I know. That’s why I did it.” The admission makes Bitty melt a little. And here he thought it was impossible to fall more in love with this man. Though there is something that is still bothering him a little…

Bitty nudges Jack as they all begin the walk out. “I didn’t know you could be so romantic,” he jokes, though still sort of sad that Chowder got HIS proposal.

Jack slows his walk and the rest of the group moves on, leaving him and Bitty farther back, well out of earshot. “I learned from the best,” he kisses Bitty’s hair.

“I always thought,” Bitty begins but his voice tapers off and he can’t quite finish what he was going to say.

“What?”

Bitty sighs. “I thought that you’d propose to me like that. You know? On the ice, with the sunset.”

Jack tenses. For a moment, Bitty wonders if he’s pushed Jack too far too soon. But really. They’ve been together for a while. It’s only natural that Bitty’s mind would go there. But then Jack’s eyes soften and his lips quirk up and he looks superior. He pulls Bitty into a long, drawn out kiss. The kind of kiss that makes Bitty wish they were in a much more private place. Or at least had a blanket. Good point, Farmer.

“Don’t worry, Bitty,” Jack says, his breath warm on Bitty’s mouth. “I didn’t use all my romantic cards tonight. I have something better planned for you.”

With that, Jack pulls away and begins to walk down the hallway, leaving a blushing, hot Bitty to recover. It doesn’t take long. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann,” Bitty snaps as he rushes to catch the long legged stride of his boyfriend. “You can’t just say things like that and walk away! Good Lord.”

Jack just laughs and Bitty slaps him on his glorious ass, making Jack laugh more.

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2,500 Followers Oneshot

Summary: The reader is stranded on the side of the road and Jensen comes to the rescue.

Prompt: “Why aren’t you nervous around me?“

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,246

Requested by: @torn-and-frayed


“Son of a fuck!” You half growl, half whine shooting daggers at the flat tire in front of you.

This is just perfect. This is what you get for finally taking a week off from work. Being a successful, in demand actress isn’t always the best thing for your health. The stress alone could kill you.

So you figured visiting your parents in your hometown would be a good break. You foolishly borrowed your brother’s car to do some errands. He’s never been one to take care of things. Case and point. His car fucking sucks.

Your plans have obviously been changed and now you’re stranded on the side of the road. Cursing at yourself for even leaving the house, you start pacing around the car like a mad woman.

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reachann  asked:

Does Shiro and Keith still flirt when they text each other after years of being married????

[The Voltron FamilyKeith was at work, having his lunch break. He stayed in his office and he took out his packed lunch from his bag. He had Korean bbq chicken and he knew the rest of his family was eating the same thing. Suddenly, his phone vibrated indicating he received a message. He opened it only to see it was Shiro.

Takashi Shirogane 12:05PM
How’s the chicken, my love? ;)

Keith Kogane 12:06PM
I wouldn’t know since I was just about to taste it when SOMEONE texted me.

Takashi Shirogane 12:07PM
Oho! C'mon cmon! Take a bite! And let Chef Takashi know!!

Keith rolled his eyes fondly and actually did as he was told. He chewed and he nodded to himself, very much liking what he was eating.

Keith Kogane 12:09PM
Not bad, Chef Takashi. Master Chef Keith is very much pleased. Very good! A+++++ Hotels can now hire you for luncheons and all that.

Takashi Shirogane 12:10PM
Awww, stop it you. I’m blushing.  (◞ꈍ∇ꈍ)っ

Keith Kogane 12:12PM
Awww, baby boy using a kaomoji.

Takashi Shirogane 12:14PM
No, Keith. YOU’RE the baby boy!! So cute so handsome so squishy so adorable so soft like a baby boy. Have you seen how kissable your cheeks are?! Baby boy Keith.

Keith laughed so hard as turned his swivel chair around. Shiro was being an idiot and so was he. Good god, they were married for 10 years now and they were still flirting thru texts like a bunch of college students.

Keith Kogane 12:15PM
Am I really?

Takashi Shirogane 12:16PM
Yeah, of course. Send me a dick pic.

Keith Kogane 12:17PM
Ok. Gimme a sec.  

Takashi Shirogane 12:18PM
Oh my GOD? ARE YOU SERIOUS, KEITH?

Keith Kogane 12:21PM
Yeah, hang on. I’m sending it now. Make sure you’re alone though, baby.

Takashi Shirogane 12:22PM
I am.  

Keith Kogane 12:23PM

Takashi Shirogane 12:24PM
Hmmmmmm that is one fine Dick. I’d let this man carry me bridal style.

Keith Kogane 12:26PM
You feel me bro. YOU FEEL ME.

Takashi Shirogane 12:28PM
I always feel you Keith! HOW DARE YOU! jhdfskjfhksjdf I cannot believe you sent me this offensive photo! YOU ARE SUCH A NERD!

Keith Kogane 12:29PM
HAHAHA! You love me anyway. ;)  

Takashi Shirogane 12:30PM
I do. Very much so. And I miss you, babe. :(

Keith Kogane 12:31PM
Awwww, I miss you, too.  (ꈍヮꈍ)˘ε˘ C)

Takashi Shirogane 12:32PM
B A B Y  B O Y.   ಥ╭╮ಥ
I’m screenshotting this because you used a kaomoji to kiss me.
I’M FRAMING THIS KEITH KOGANE WITH THE TIME STAMP AND ALL.

Keith laughed so hard as he took another bite and he didn’t know that his assistants outside heard him laugh so loud.

Assistant #1: *peeks inside* *chuckles* He’s doing it again.
Assistant #2: *is newly hired* What? *peeks too*
Assistant #1: Sometimes you’d hear Mr. Shirogane laugh so hard during lunch while holding his phone. He’s basically texting his husband.
Assistant #2: *blinks* A husband? Our boss is married to a guy?
Assistant #1: *smiles* Yeah! He’s a neurosurgeon. Oh right, you prolly haven’t met him yet. He sometimes visits the office to take out Mr. Shirogane on a lunch date. They’re such a beautiful married couple. *excited* I should show you a photo! There’s one on Facebook!  *opens incognito*
Assistant #2: *sees the photo* Holy shit. He’s gorgeous. I mean, so is our boss. Like I legit had to stutter during my interview but like… *whistles* I can understand why this guy married our boss and vice versa.
Assistant #1: *grins* I know! Perhaps if you’re lucky you can see him in person tomorrow around lunch. Doctor Shirogane is such a nice man. Their kids might visit sometimes too so I need to orient you on what they look like so you don’t ignore them when they request for their Daddy.
Assistant #2: How many kids do they have?
Assistant #1: Three! Hunk, Lance and Pidge. Energetic adorable kids. *coos* *shows photos* You might see one of them in their club clothes since they will most likely come from practice. You need to make sure Mr. Shirogane’s schedule is free whenever any of his kids have a game—
Assistant #2: *stops listening as he sees Keith come out of the office to go somewhere*
Keith: *on the phone* I’ll pick up Pidge after her soccer practice. *chuckles* I love you, too, Takashi. Now will you please hung up, my daughter is on the other line. *changes line* Hey, sweetheart. Your Daddy Shiro can’t pick you up later so I will. How about we have a father-daughter date?
Assistant #2: *smiles so widely*

Headcanons for the reader dating an older Damian Wayne

A/N: JACIN BACK HERE AND REALLY FUCKING SORRY. SORRY FOR BEING ON HAITUS. Ive been working so much and on top of that I babysit. IM SORRY YOU GUYS. IM SO THANKFUL FOR ALL THE FOLLOWERS, LOVE AND ALL LIKES I STILL RECEIVE EVEN THOUGH I’M ON HIATUS. I LOVE YOU ALL. LIKE ALL OF YOU!!!!! (Bare with me okay)

~ J.

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! Wanted to let you know I adore your work and that you've actually made me love Humanformers, which I hadn't even liked before stumbling upon your gorgeous blog. Also, I have a question: would you mind if I used one of your drawings as my phone's wallpaper? Pretty please! Also, I'd love it if you could draw Racer Dads taking care of a hurt Raf or KOBB after a falling out making up? Dunno why so dark and I guess you may not like the idea, so it's cool if you don't wanna. Love you!

Wow thank you that’s really awesome. I’m touched to hear i’ve had that type of an impact,thank you! 
And yes of course you can use, i’ve got nothing against that. Just really amazing to hear you like some pic that much,thanks.
And sure i can do that but i’ll add a personal little lighter tone if that’s ok

Un Mal Pour un Bien

Originally posted by caps-bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: Out of Bad Comes Good. As a hitman, you have seen and committed various crimes. Assignments have always been easy for you, but when you get to know one of your targets, things suddenly become more difficult. What happens when that target finds out your true identity?

Warnings: probably cursing idk. death, trauma, mentions of rape/cheating/drugs.

Word Count: 2k+

A/N: If this gets good feedback, I’ll continue it. Let me know what you think!

You slow your breathing in attempts to focus on the task at hand. The sniper in your grip feels heavy as you peer through its scope. Your finger finds its place over the trigger for the hundredth time this morning and you can hear your pulse. The man turns, his face perfectly aligning with the center of your scope. With a simple flick of your finger, you could end this.

But for some reason, you cant.

You remove your finger from the trigger and click the safety on but continue to watch him through the scope. He casually strides down the vacant street. He was gorgeous to say the least; long hair tucked into a bun, chiseled jaw line, broad muscular shoulders. Appearance never stopped you before, though.

So why can’t you end his life?

You cringe as you watch him stop to pet a tabby cat who seems more than pleased to have such attention. The animal rubs against his legs and he grins, stroking his neck in adoration. Why would anyone want this man dead? He seems perfectly kind. He rounds the corner and you lose sight of his figure.

You unload the gun in your hands before placing it at your feet. The wind picks up causing you to shrink into your hoodie. You eyeball the nearly empty streets of New York City and can’t help but feel slightly serene. No wonder that man was out. This is the only time in which the ‘city that never sleeps’ is actually submerged in slumber.

A slight buzzing in your pocket causes you to jump. You roll your eyes at your reaction before answering the call.

“Is it done?” the gravelly voice at the other end causes your skin to fill with goose bumps. “He wasn’t there.” You lie through your teeth. “What do you mean he wasn’t there?” The voice all but shouts into the phone. You pull it from your face, glaring at it as if the man on the other end could see you.

“I mean you either gave me incorrect information, or this man decided to switch up his morning routine. I’ll find another date in the next week when I’m free.” You mutter out, already fed up with this conversation.

“No, you’ll do it tomorrow morning, same time, same place.” He hisses at you and it takes everything in you not to lash out.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” you seethe, “I have a schedule. I have other clients. You’re not the only one paying me, and quite frankly, you’re not my highest bidder so therefore, I work on my own time. You want the job done on your own schedule? Do it yourself. Otherwise, I’ll let you know when I have time.” And with that you hung up the phone and tucked it into your backpack.

The events of your morning absolutely exhausted you. You slowly meander back to your small apartment. It wasn’t lavish but it was nice to say the least. It was one bedroom, one bathroom, with a living space, a dining space, and a kitchen. It was the one thing you were absolutely proud of.

You shuffle to your walk in closet and enter the combination to the large safe hidden behind an array of clothes. You place your gun on its stand, and remove your knife belt, just shoving it in its designated compartment. You were covered in different weapons and it felt absolutely incredible to remove all the extra weight.

After slipping into comfier clothes, you plop yourself backwards onto your king sized bed. You reach for the laptop on your bedside table and decide to do more research on your most recent target. James Buchanan Barnes.

He was the perfect target. Previously known as The Winter Soldier, you were familiar with the long list of awful things he’d done. He was iconic. Practically a God of the Criminals. Between torture, theft, and murder, he’d done just about everything that you would usually target.

As a hitman, you were around a lot of death and a lot of destruction, but it never really bothered you. You never killed an innocent human being. Whenever anyone requested you take someone out, you did a very in depth background check on them. So in depth that you learned about little things: who they’ve had affairs with, their childhood fish, how often they visited bars, secret negotiations with artillery companies, etc.

You would only agree to someone’s request if you learned the target had a bad history. If they were involved in any sort of murder, government corruption, rape, things such as that. So agreeing to the extermination of Bucky Barnes wasn’t difficult for you, given his history with Hydra.

The amount of information on this man hurt your head. You suppose a lot can happen in 100 years.

However, when looking at his actions while apart from Hydra, you have zero reason to try and kill him. He’s been working alongside the Avengers. This man was very contradictory in all of his recent endeavors. You shut your laptop in frustration and decide to sleep it off.  


Once you’ve napped and eaten some mac n cheese, you suit back up for yet another assignment. You slip into your sneakers and attach your belt to your black leggings. You disassemble your gun and store it into a backpack before placing a bandana over your nose and pulling your hood up.

Having two assignments in one day used to be uncommon, but recently, you have had request after request after request. Apparently you’ve become top dog with no intention of coming down.

You set up atop a nearly vacant apartment building. You reassemble your gun and set it on the edge of the building. You check the time, 3:45 PM. You have quite a few hours to spare so you waste time reading a book and watching some Netflix.

As 7 PM approaches, you decide to check your bank account, no money has been transferred causing you to sigh. You grab your phone and dial your client’s number.

“Hello?” “You gonna wait until the last second to pay me or have you backed out?” you question, leaning against the side of the building. “I planned on paying you once the job was finished.” He explains causing you to roll your eyes. “That was never the agreement. You have 10 minutes and I better see $10,000 in my bank account or your guy is going to sleep like a baby tonight.”

You hear a groan on the other end, “I can’t get it to you in 10 minutes. But I’ll get it to you, I promise.” Your fist clenches around your work phone and a slight cracking emits from the cheap plastic. “That seems very unfortunate, Dale. I have been sitting out here for 3 hours only for you to tell me I was wasting my time? You must be joking.” You seethe. “Okay okay! I transferred the money to you.”

You notice only $5,000 has been transferred into your account and you can’t help the anger that rolls from your shoulders, “Dale, you have 24 hours to get me an additional $10,000 or I won’t reschedule with you and I’ll come for your head instead.” You demand, ending the phone call and sighing.

Two unsuccessful missions in one day. You’re beyond pissed. You look through the scope of your gun and train it on your target. He was a heavy man by the name of George Palmer. He has engaged in many activities such as treason, having multiple affairs on his wife, and even aided in the violent removal of innocent homeless people in various areas of the city (so violent that many of them didn’t live to see the next morning).

He waddles toward a limo that visibly sank upon his entrance and you cringe. You hate people like George.

“You know, killing innocent people is a crime.” You whip around, clicking the safety off of your gun and training it on the source of the voice. Two men stand in front of you and your eyes narrow: Captain America and Bucky Barnes himself.

“Why aren’t you behind bars then?” you voice out, watching as two sets of blue eyes harden. “You’re the infamous Persephone?” Bucky questions, seeming surprised. “Yeah I guess, but I never chose to be called that, it just kinda happened.” You get a bit distracted and lower your gun.

“You’re a hitman?” Bucky still doesn’t seem convinced. You roll your eyes and snort, “Why do you seem so unconvinced there, James?” He visibly tenses at the name and your chest swells with triumph.

“You know we have to take you in right?” Steve questions and you immediately turn the safety on your gun and strap it to your back. “As fantastic as that sounds,” you begin, slowly moving backwards onto the ledge of the building, “my mother always told me not to go anywhere with strangers.”

“Does your mother know you’ve murdered people?” Bucky’s demeanor has completely changed and his face is stone cold. Your jaw clenches at his question.  “Does yours?” you challenge and smirk when he falters at your words. “Listen fellas, I’m not a saint, but I’m not a bad guy. You have more important people to worry about. So how about this, you let me do my job, and I’ll forget this ever happened.”

“We just can’t do that, ma’am.” Mr. Patriotic sure as hell is getting on your nerves with his ‘righteous’ act. “Well. I understand that. Which is why you have to understand this.” With that, you hold your arms out and step from the side of the building.

The wind whips past your face and you genuinely wouldn’t be upset if your plan didn’t work out. But just as you had calculated, you land roughly in the back of a trash truck. You grin as the men’s forms fade into the darkness and the truck drives off.

That was weird. Who would have thought, the Avengers showing interest in you. You really have made a reputation for yourself. It puts a sour taste in your mouth. That or it could be the rotting food surrounding you. Either way you don’t like it.

You stealthily find your way back to your apartment, paranoid at the idea of confronting the ice princess and his patriotic pal once again. When you finally do get inside, you place your weapons inside of your safe and lock it. You slide into your bed and groan into your pillow.

It wouldn’t be the first time you have had a run in with the law, but with a quick change of identity and the right kind of makeover, you were back on track. But the Avengers are too smart for that. They are a group of elite, genius humans who aren’t easily fooled. How do you avoid them?

You’ll figure it out in the morning.

You are booked with clients this week, the last thing you need to worry about is having the avengers breathing down your neck. You’re going to have to be more cautious than ever before and that puts quite the damper on your mood.

That night, you really didn’t get any sleep.


While you’re eating breakfast, you receive a text on your work phone. ‘Let me know when your schedule opens. Hoping it will be soon with my new bid on Barnes.’ Your eyebrows shoot up and you slurp another spoonful of cereal in your mouth while you respond.

‘And what is this new amount?’

‘$5 Million if it’s done in the next month.’

Cheerios launch across your table as you choke. Your face becomes red and you’re still sputtering as you attempt to fathom that amount of money. 5 Fucking Million Dollars. That would give you enough money to quit work and go on a long overdue vacation.

You quickly reply saying you’ll find when to clear your schedule and you dance around your apartment in complete and utter joy.

You didn’t care that James Buchanan Barnes was on the road to redemption. He had done horrible things and deserved to pay for it.

There were two things you knew for sure:

Bucky Barnes needed to die.

And you we’re about to be a lot richer.


A/N: I don’t think I will be doing any tagging for this series. Still debating though!!

I'm Yours (JB)

Originally posted by got7europe

Type: Fluff

Request: Can you do a JB scenario which he is jealous of his wife ? Thank you so much .

OMG I didn’t know I should give more details.Sorry about that.I want to Romantic Jealousy .Thank you so much again 😍😍😍

Jb anon here. He is jealous that his wife got a lot of attention at an award show. She was presenting and the other announcer flirted too much


Jaebum had married the love of his life at a young age, she wasn’t just anybody either. She was a famous actress within South Korea. A gorgeous one at that. A girl many men had lusted over but only he got the prize in the end. Someone who was sweet and adorable, often times very innocent. You had become oblivous of every other man’s intentions after you met Jaebum and he never seemed to understand it fully, your genuine love for him. But he couldn’t help but be jealous as the person you were hosting with during an reward show was blatantly flirting with you. His wife being hit on by another man. Did he have no shame?

~

You waved off the other announcer before Jaebum made his way over along with the other members of GOT7. “Hey” you said waving at all of them as Jaebum rested his hand on your hips. “You all look super handsome right now” you continue as Jaebum stared deeply at you. “You trying to start a fire JB?” BamBam teases. “Huh?” Jaebum asks confused “stare any harder your wife may catch fire” BamBam finishes.

Jaebum linked your fingers with his as he pulled you away from the boys for a chat “why are you staring at me?” you ask calmly as you began messing with his suit to straighten it out. “That guy was being overly friendly” he trails off as he looked away. You chuckled as you grabbed ahold of his tie.

“You never seem to understand what marriage means” you start before tugging the tie strict against his neck. He let out a choke as he looked at you in shock. “I’m married to the man I love. A guy can try all he wants but at the end of the day I come home to my HUSBAND” you tell him as he looked at you. “No man’s lame attempts would take me away unless they were yours” you promise as you leaned in placing a light kiss to his lips.

He smiled lightly as he brought your hands to his lips and placed kisses onto each. “I just wish they understood that ring on your finger more” he told you as you nodded. “I know but as long as you and do it doesn’t matter” you coo as he presses another light kiss to your lips.

anonymous asked:

Hc for chocobros confessing to their crush pls :)

This turned into like all over crush HC but I hope you like it! 

Noctis -
- First if this boy likes you then you’re probably ‘the one’ honestly.
- This boy forgets he is both a prince and handsome af when he starts considering asking you out.
- Thinks things like - oh Gods what if they reject me? What if I’m not good enough?
- Once pushed by the other chocobros *cough* Gladio *cough* to get on with it he will finally go for it.
- Makes sure to bring you to a secluded place ( boy he has to work hard to even get the chocobros off his back ).
- Does that whole ‘rub the back of his neck and look at the ground’ thing when he is speaking.
- Pretty blunt when he confesses though just like “hey I like you okay, like uh more than friend like… do you feel the same way?”
- And Gods he is so cute when he confesses its a rare moment when he isn’t trying to put up a wall to conceal his emotions or try to act tough.

Gladio -
- Okay if he likes you you know it right away or you think he is just being his flirty self.
- Because man he is touching and using cheesy pick up lines to make you laugh.
- Also ‘flirts’ with others to try and see if your jealous/ get your attention.
- Talks about you 24/7 to the bros like “man their gorgeous” and “their so caring… I wouldn’t mind marrying someone like that”.
- Totally confesses when you least expect it ( maybe like just at some restaurant when your in the middle of eating ).
- Got some food on your face cue him just dipping in and kissing that area.
- Cue you going bright red.
- “Ha you look adorable like that, I wanna see that expression more often, tomorrow same time? I’ll let you pick the diner” ;).

Ignis -
- Iggy here takes his time to confess to you.
- Like Gladio it’s kinda obvious he likes you based on how much he takes care of you ( almost you’re like the royalty of the group ). 
- Okay but calls you princess as a joke when you’re being stubborn but it’s just an excuse for the cute pet name.
- Causal ask the chocobros about you/ your interest a lot “do you think they would like this key chain?” Or “okay Noct I’m aware you don’t like this veggie dish for dinner but perhaps _____ would”.
- Not that he is the OCD perfection type but he would set up like a cute scenic picnic on a hill for it. 
- Doesn’t care if the bros are watching from behind a bush his like ‘good you guys can see how it’s done’. 
- Moves your hair behind your ear when your zoning out enjoying the view.
- Gives you a smile with “you’re so beautiful ____ - may I call you mine?”.

Prompto -
- Sweet baby sun shine here is obvious with his crushes ( the boys can tell before he can even tell he is falling for someone ).
- Falls hard and fast.
- Tries to spend as much time as humanly possible with you like using you as a model for his photos or running around town with you to try new food.
- Gushes about you much like the others but Gods he never stops “wow I wish they were here with us right now I bet they would love this store - hey look! This stuffed chocobo is their favorite color! Omg I should totally get it for them. Wait! This stuffy is even bigger oh my-” Noct buys the plushy to quickly get them out.
- Gives you little presents constantly leading up to his confession, also low key PDA tbh this boy is very affectionate ( of course as long as you’re okay with it ). 
- Tries to put off the confession because he is sooooo scared of rejection ‘why would they want me when the other guys are so much smarter-stronger-royal?’
- Finally loses it when Gladio threatens to ask you out if blondie doesn’t hurry up ( it being just a tactic to get him moving ).
- Sets up a photo shoot for you - tells you too look away from the camera dramatically for the pic but when you turn around he is there with a flower and stutters out a “will you go out with me!”

Happy Birthday Himchan

It’s gone midnight in Korea so I wanted to start the day off by proclaiming my love for Chanie and wishing him an exceedingly Happy Birthday 🎂💕

We all know Himchan is a very special man. Not only is he talented in multiple ways, extremely entertaining, hot as hell, and a complete dork sometimes, but he also cares so much about friends, family, Babyz and people he’s never met, that it’s hard to reconcile that this much love comes from one person.

This man deserves to be adored by all of us and I hope today you all go out of your way to show him how much he is loved and respected.

So sweet Himchan I hope you have a wonderful day and soak up all the birthday love from around the world.

Forever with you,
Slinky xoxo

Pls trend #viewtifulhimchanday on all social media

Originally posted by matoki-project

My (non-spoilery) thoughts on the day:

  • Colin O’Donoghue is seriously the most handsome and adorable person in person. Seriously. Photos/videos do not do this man justice. Also, his talent and his range as an actor never fails to astound me. Bless this man. 
  • Jennifer Morrison is equally gorgeous and lovely. Also, getting to see Colin and Jen’s dynamic together in person was awesome.
  • Adam and Eddy are really funny and i was hella impressed with their presence in person as well. You can tell they love this show and put a lot of hard work and thought into it. 
  • I LOVED the episode. LOVED Wish!Realm Hook (fucking Colin and that versatility though. GODDAMN).
  • Colin absolutely adores playing Killian Jones. He takes it very seriously. He as asked a question about how he went about making Hook his own, unique from all the others out there, and he really got into and was expressive about his answer and it was a marvel to see. As much as we love Killian, I don’t think it even compares to as much as he loves playing the character.

There’s a million other thoughts and things running through my head, but I spent the day standing the cold and the rain and am a bit wiped. I will be on Tumblr for a bit (I think…we’ll see how long I hold out), so if you want to ask me stuff, I’m here. If it’s spoiler talk, however, please make sure it’s where I can answer privately (So no anons looking for spoilers, sorry).

I do want to say one other thing. You all know I’m fairly accepting of other people’s opinions about the show, negative or positive. But today, in the response to the spoilers that got out, I think a lot of people have reacted absolutely ridiculously. If you don’t like what you’re seen or heard, okay. But acting like assholes about it like I’ve seen (and heard about) is absurd (and I’m sorry if that’s harsh - my kindness and my openmindedness filter is practically non-existant tonight). If you can’t accept what you’ve seen or heard for what it is, and feel the need to harp about it on Twitter to the showrunners, you really need to take a breath and step back. Like Eddy put it today (so well, I might add) - this is just a tv show. And you have to learn to accept that tv shows are not always going to please you. If you can’t accept something for what it is, if you make it into a bigger deal than it was intended to be, you need to let go. And not make a big stink about it if you do. This is for entertainment. This isn’t something that should be turning people into nasty, whining brats (again, harsh, but I’m not bullshitting about it tonight). Find some chill, or walk away. 

Malec + Coffee Shop AU

thank you @achilleanragnor for inspiring me to write this for @shadowhuntersaumondays ❤️ (can also be read at Ao3)

Standing in line at the newly opened little coffee shop a block away from his apartment, Magnus leaned to see if he could spot some tempting baked goods to bring back with him while he continued his design. His clothing line almost done there was just a little thing missing– something he couldn’t put his finger on; it was frustrating to say the least and is how he found himself wandering the block in hopeless look of inspiration. Feeling tired from all the stress the past months locked up with his designs had caused him, (creating a clothing line sure as hell isn’t easy, but it’s also the most fun he’s had in his life so there’s that). The small cozy coffee shop had appeared like an oasis in the middle of a desert, and before he knew it, Magnus was in line at what appeared to be a brand new coffee place.

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