(it is really bad though I would advise shutting off your brain while watching)

002 ● you & I ● tyler bate


This fic now has it own blog!!! You can find it [ right here ] and if you need a recap of chapter one, rest at ease, love because I got you!! [chapter 001]

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First date fluff [ and a few cute little awkward scenarios, of course. don’t judge me, lols] and some tension / words exchanged between Isabelle and her “Stepford Mom from Hell / Narcissist Mother”. Because had to add a little strife with the joy! Oh yeah.. and some making out, kissing action.


Tyler Bate x  Reader































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4: This Is Where I Leave You

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: The day Bucky Barnes stumbles into your clinic with a bullet in his side is the day your life changed forever.

Warnings: unprotected sex (remember to wrap it people), brief mentions of blood/gore stuff

A/N: hey hey! so its been a while, but i just got a burst of inspiration for this story and smashed out this part! i hope you enjoy :) let me know what you think!

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Dreams of Syria are not unusual, and they always go something like this: the bone deep rumble of distant explosions, crumbling plaster raining in dust clouds around you, the wailing of those mourning the dead. You’re in the hospital, and it’s falling down around you but you can’t move an inch. People are screaming at you to help them, limbs half falling off and wounds so deep you can see organs spilling out, the shock-white of bone beneath blood that’s too red. You can’t help them, because you can’t move. You’re stuck.

When you wake up, every muscle in your body is stiff and sore. In this nightmare you lock up, paralysed, while you watch the world burn around you. You wake up with the guilt of having done nothing, of letting people die, and it stays with you for the rest of the day. And the day after that. Maybe it stays with you forever.

This time, you wake up to someone stroking your hair and calling your name.

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anonymous asked:

In honor of my own phone's recent death (RIP dear friend), I'd like to request the "i’ve been breaking my phone on purpose just because you work at the help desk" AU prompt for Klaine.

RIP to your phone
Klaine Bingo : Slow Build

The first time it happens, it really is an accident.

Or, as Kurt likes to put it, his phone decided to take a dive in the toilets because of the caller.

All heads turn to Rachel every time he says it, and at least it makes him laugh.

So yeah, the first time Kurt ends up at the Apple Store’s help desk, looking for either a new phone or a way to restore his soaked one back to health, it’s completely accidental.

But Genius Blaine, with his little blue polo and his cute bow tie and his adorable smile and his tight pants–so tight–only had to smile at him and carefully take his phone from his hands to look at it more closely to make Kurt wish for an eternity of technical issues.

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Zombies Ate My Homework

Title: Zombies Ate My Homework
Author: shipperluv
Rating: K
Summary: That video game at Farkle’s house got something started. Lucas leads Riley through the world of zombie killing. And she gets a bit addicted.
Warnings: Inexplicit zombie guts. And fluff
Author’s Note: From the little bit of searching I did, I’m relatively certain that Zombies Eat Your Brains is not a real game. That being the case, I took a lot of liberties with the gameplay. And please keep in mind that my gaming knowledge is somewhat limited, so if you see any glaring errors that I’ve made, feel free to point them out to me so I can fix them. And in other news, I am officially unable to write a short fic.


Unlocking the apartment door, Lucas swung it inward, then held it open for Riley. “My mom should be home in about half an hour, so we won’t be bothered until then.”

Accepting the news with a nod, Riley entered the apartment, her fingers locked a little nervously around the strap of the bedazzled backpack hanging over her shoulder. They hadn’t been completely alone like this since they’d all come back from Texas. They’d all adjusted to the changes in their relationships in the months since then, so it wasn’t like she was afraid to be alone with Lucas or anything, they were only friends. But somehow they weren’t exactly the same as they’d been before their unofficial thing became officially over. Their one-on-one interactions didn’t seem to be as easy as before.

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