and i know its not 20 yet but i am going to sleep so yeah

Can’t Remember to Forget You | i

Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1172

Warnings: Language? but none (yet)

A/N: SURPRISE (AGAIN)! Since I’ve had you all waiting on the edge of your seats for this, here’s your first taste of crtfy!! I hope this lives up to your expectations even thought its shitty af (Blade assures me its not but we know how I am) and please, let me know what you think!! 

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Dex gets up when Lardo throws her stuffed walrus at him. “Dex. I am going to sleep. Turn off the light.”

He has been sitting for so long his legs have cramped. When he stands up he staggers.

He switches off the light and gently closes Lardo’s door. It’s going to be his door next year. His and Nursey’s. Dex feels sick at the thought. 

He checks his phone. A bunch of chirping about the dibs flip in the team chat. A single message from Chowder.

Call me when you get this.

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Day 2 - Purring

Something was rumbling in her ear. 

Marinette woke slowly, the soft rumble reeling her out of a pleasant dream and the unmistakable vibration of her pillow steadily grounding her in reality. But even when she blinked open her eyes it still took a moment to place the sound. At first she thought it was her phone. 

But then she remembered what had been happening before she fell asleep.

Root beer floats on the balcony. Video games until well past two in the morning. Giggling at a comic book on her bed until no, that was definitely the last thing she remembered. As if in response to this, she became aware of a glossy page plastered to her cheek. Sitting up, she peeled the comic book off and tossed it aside, afraid to look behind her at the other side of her bed. Because if he’d simply left, then what was that suspiciously purr-like sound? Man, they’d fallen asleep on accident again, hadn’t they?

In the darkness Marinette peeked over her shoulder at him, then immediately sqeaked in terror when she saw his bare arm and wrenched her pillow up to press it over her eyes. 

He isn’t transformed. Oh my god, he detransformed in his sleep! 

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Sexual Tension - Bucky x Reader Pt. 2

Summary: (Y/N) transfers to a new university only to find out her new teacher is a hot jackass. Heated words are tossed back and forth but it ends up making them gravitate even closer.

Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warning: Language & Self-Doubt. This chapter actually gets really sad but I promise it’ll have a happy ending.

A/N: THANK YOU ALL!!! I didn’t think my very first story would get so many supporters and it means the lot to me. I remember waking up at 6am and just reading the comments and I would laugh to myself because it just made me so happy ! I hope I don’t let you down with this series!
Also the tag list is open (; if you want (; (; (;

Chapter 1
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It’s been a few weeks since you’ve started your classes. You’ve slowly grown used to waking up early and getting ready. You realize that you have started to look forward to getting to class 30 minutes usual everyday and as much as you hated to admit it, it was because of your goddamn teacher. You’ve both grown close in a way and you couldn’t even explain why or how happened. It all started with you smart mouthing him and him getting off on it.

You quickly throw on some jeans and a sweater looking messy as usual. It’s not your fault; you hate Mondays. Every Monday you woke up with a horrible headache and it took time to calm down. You usually would drive to a café owned by a friend of yours and grab a cup of coffee or your favorite smoothie hoping it would help your head from the pounding sensation within.

You quickly grabbed your bag and a pair of sunglasses sliding them on before leaving the apartment complex to the parking lot. It was freezing outside yet the sun still managed to shine bright. You quickly went to your car and hopped in. Starting the engine and drove to your favorite café.

You pulled up reading the huge letters on the front of the building, ‘The Grind’. You smiled to yourself knowing that your good friend would be working. Walking in you see red hair poking out from behind the counter. She quickly rose at the noise of the bell on the door.

“Welcome to The Grind. How may I-” she turned around noticing who came in. Her lips curved up as she leaned against the counter.

“Well, well, well. It’s the infamous (y/n)! Honestly, what did I expect? You come in here every Monday morning.” You could practically hear her mentally slapping herself.

“Hey Nat. I’m just here getting the usual. Make it the smoothie this time though, no coffee.” Simply putting it as is while she gave you a stern look.

“Man you look horrible. Couldn’t sleep?” She grabbed a medium sized cup and began putting in some ingredients before heading over to the other side of the counter where the blender is.

“Why even ask? Monday’s aren’t my thing.” You prop your elbow up on the counter and watch her mix up your drink.

“Honey, I see you every Monday. This is different from the usual. Did something happen? Nightmares again?” The moment she mentioned the nightmares you dropped your face giving her the answer she needed.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). Are they getting better or worse? You should really go see if some one can prescribe you something?” She finished mixing up your smoothie and set it down in front of you.

You fish out a few bucks from your bag and set it on the counter. She didn’t grab it; she continued to look at you.

“Come on (Y/N). I know I may be annoying but I’m really trying to help. You know I hate seeing you like this.” She took the money and stuck it into the register, handing you a recipe and a few extra coins.

“I know Nat.” You looked at her then looked down to grab your smoothie. “If I promise you I’ll see someone about them soon will you stop giving me that look?”

She smiled and reached other the counter to pat you on the shoulder. You gave her a small smile back before taking a sip of your smoothing.

“I’ll see you later?” Nat set her elbows on the counter.

“Ye-Yeah, Yeah! I promise. I’ll come by after class today!” You waved quickly and turned around walking out of the building. When you got in your car you sat there staring at the wheel, taking a deep breath.

You knew the nightmares would come back. You just knew it. Dealing with them when they aren’t happening are worse than when they are. Taking a deep breath you check the time and start the car. The time read 7:20 AM. You smiled knowing you were just on time. You may have drove to school in silence but your head was screaming, overthinking the things you shouldn’t think twice about.

As you pulled in you quickly got out of your car and walked into the school taking the fastest route to your class. Turning the door knob you walked in seeing your handsome teacher sitting at his desk, hand in his hair and face full of distress. You’ve never seen him in such a stressed out situation before; you didn’t know how to approach him but it would be shitty of you not to at least try. Face it, you may be a smart sarcastic bastard but you still wanted the best for everyone.

You set your bag down on the table by the door and walked up to his desk, smoothie in hand.

“Hey Barnes.” You said confidently and bubbly hoping your emotions could rub off on him. Even though you weren’t in such a good mood yourself, if you had to fake being happy to make someone else stop feeling down… then it’s worth it. Especially when it’s someone who you have a unspoken connection with.

He quickly looked up and shut the file he was reading. “Oh hey (Y/N). For a second I forgot you came so early. What’s up?” You smiled even though you felt insulted, you always came to class early and he knew that. Did he really forget? Are you that irrelevant?

Once again you were over-thinking everything, you quickly shook the feeling off and replaced it with a smile.

“I rather be an hour early than a minute late.” Giving a small chuckle following by his own you took another sip of your drink. He chewed on the back of his pen clearly in deep thought.

“Hey look, I know I’m your student and all but are you ok? You look like you just found out your wife is your long-lost sister.”

He leaned back in his chair and gave his signature smile. Squinting his eyes and giving a small laugh. His smile always rubbed off on you because soon enough you felt yourself laughing with him.

“Tough day. I know it’s only, what, 7:40 am? But tough day. I’m glad your here though. You, my friend, are a comedian. Always making everyone laugh.” He set down his pen on his desk, formally chewing on it. Crossing his arms and staring at you.

“I mean, if you want to talk about it, I don’t mind.” Your fingers intertwined with each other, feeling the regret and awkwardness fill your body.

“Its fine, I’ll manage.” He shook his head looking at the table in front of him.

“I understand if you don’t want to tell me.”

“No, (Y/N). It’s not that it’s you, it’s just-” he hesitated before pausing.

“Just what? I’m your student?” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“I don’t care if you’re my student, we’re practically the same age.”

“No I understand but it’s just- it was just me trying to help that’s all.” You crossed your arms, looking down at him.

“God (Y/N). Don’t do that, now i feel bad and feel obligated to tell you.” You watched as he ran his right hand through his hair.

“Come on barnes, I’m not trying to force you into telling me, I get it. But I do suggest you speak about it to someone you trust. That always helps me.”

“Are you implying I don’t trust you?”

Why was he twisting your words? You just wanted to help but you felt like you were stressing him out more. You realize he’s in a tough predicament but it infuriates you that he’s taking his anger out on you when you were just simply trying to make him feel better.

“I’ve been your student for a little over a month, even if I may be the one who speaks to you more often than others, would you trust me?” You angrily respond, letting your feelings get the best of you.

“I trust you!” He shouted loudly. He sighed before placed his head in his hands and rubbing his eyes.

“Then what’s the problem?” You whispered, looking down at the man. You’ve known him for a short time but you never would have thought of seeing him in this situation.

You stood there in silence eyeing him down. You knew you sounded pushy but you couldn’t help yourself. You cared for the sarcastic man who always seemed to lift your day.

“I’m sorry, it’s none of my business. I shouldn’t have pushed you to say anything.” A hint of sympathy was in your voice as you turned your heels to go sit in your seat in silence for the rest of the class. You both knew you just wanted to help but you felt like you crossed the line. You regretted it and there was no way to turn back.

Before you could even reach the first step you heard him set his hands down on the desk.

“My family.”

You turned to face your teacher as he stared down at the file in front of him.

“My family is well put. Every single barnes is known for succeeding and to have the perfect life, the perfect wife, the perfect family and the perfect job. We all grow up to do good things, to teach, to help others learn. My family all have done the same and we are expected to do what is best to have a successful life.”

His head hung down, eyes shut in anguish. You slowly made your way back to his desk and stopping right where you were standing moments before.

“My parents expect me to marry a woman of fame. A woman of money and beauty. It doesn’t matter if I can emotionally connect with her. She has to be perfect. They already have their eyes set on this girl. I’ve met with her and talked to her and she’s an amazing, beautiful woman but I just could never see myself with her. But I have to. It’s practically a family tradition but I could never look at her the way I look at…”

His right hand quickly covered his eyes in a tight squeeze. You didn’t know what to do, you wanted to make him feel at ease but you’ve never been in a position like this. You never really hung out with people, all your problems were concealed and easy to deal with because it only involved yourself and your mind. He couldn’t fix this without somehow disappointing his entire family. You wouldn’t know what to do if you were in his position.

“You’re expected to marry someone but you already have your eyes set onto someone else.” You didn’t care at the fact that your heart throbbed. You knew deep down in your heart that you had this connection with him but you knew he’d never feel the same way back.

He loved someone else and even if it hurt you, you didn’t care. You wanted him happy.

“Exactly.” Was all he could mutter out. You slowly take your free hand and rest it on his hand that was laying on the table. Giving his hand a small squeeze; he turned it over to hold your hand back.

“Do what makes you happy. Why do you want to live a life that satisfies everyone but yourself?” He squeezed your hand after you said that. He removed the hand from his eyes and looked up at you.

Before he could say anything the door busted open with a full force. You snatch your hand away from his and fake a few steps back. The beautiful red hair and 3 inch heels walk into the room. She was all smiles making her way up to your teacher.

“Hey Bucky! I decided to come a bit early to talk to you about the family dinner we’re having later! I talked to your parents about it and they agreed it would be best. They even talked about our future.”

Your eyes widen in realization. Dolores giggles at literally nothing and completely ignored the fact that her teacher was not having the best day of his life. They both looked at you at the same time. He gave you a look that you once again couldn’t describe. It was a mixture of sadness, anger and confusion.

“Oh hey (Y/N)! Why are you here early talking to Bucky?”

When you first initially met Dolores you thought she was a beautiful, smart, generous woman. You soon realized she was only beautiful and smart. She wasn’t kind or understanding at all. She never started anything with you but she always made comments on people who she believed were below her. You’ve heard her make comments on the quiet kids in class, the kids that aren’t as fast as others at learning and you’ve often heard her make comments on your friends Sam and Steve.

Mr.Barnes was aware of this, after mornings and mornings of useless conversations he knew who you liked in the class and who you despised.

“Oh, I was just asking for help on the lesson. I was having troubles with it.” Blatantly lying to her face you gave her a quick smile.

“Makes sense, you aren’t exactly the smartest in the class anyways. I mean, your friends are dumb and dumber right?” The moments those words left her mouth you stopped all movement. Did she just say what you thought she said?

“You know what Dolores? Fuck. You.” The look in your eyes was pure rage. You didn’t like her and she just insulted not only you but your friends.

“The last thing I would want to do is fuck you, (Y/N). Besides, I’ve got myself a man to fulfill those needs for me.” She smiled at you and walked next to the silent mans seat and rubbed her arm across his upper back. “Don’t act like I’m not there when you flirt with him during class. Don’t worry though, you can stop trying now that he’s officially mine.”

“What?” You gave them both a look of confusion “The last thing I could care about is a teacher student relationship. You really think I care about that?” You raised your head laughing at her stupidity before focusing your gaze back at her.

“Just because you’re from a family of money does not mean you’re smarter or better than anyone else. I bet you haven’t even spoken a word to half the people you make fun of in this class. You’re just another rich young white girl who gets through life by her daddy’s money. Everyone else? We got here by hard work and determination. We all don’t have the privileges you do. If anyone here is superior to everyone else, it would never be you.”

You felt your cheeks becoming red along with your clenching teeth. Your head grew hot reminding you of the once minor headache you had. You looked down at the man, eyeing the hand still resting on his back. He gave you a sorrowful look basically implying he wasn’t going to do anything about it.

You could tell that the pitiful woman in front of you didn’t care. She saw the look you received from Barnes and knew he wouldn’t fight against her.

You scoffed; he was going to defend a woman he doesn’t like - a woman he doesn’t like over a friend that has done nothing wrong to him.

Students started to fill up the class and the 5 minute bell rung shortly after.

Laughing to yourself in disbelief you toss your drink into the trash and grab your bag.

“I hope you make your family proud, Mr.Barnes.”

Walking towards the door to leave you bump and shove past two familiar faces.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” The dark haired man stopped and followed you out into the hallway grabbing your shoulders.

You looked toward him seeing Steve right over his shoulder looking at you with a concerned look. Running your hands through your hair in frustration you sighed and figured it would be for the best to leave them out of it. Even if it made you angry it wasn’t your decision to tell others Mr.Barnes problems.

“Yeah, I’m just not in the mood. I’m sorry guys. I’m just going to skip out on today’s class.”

“Does Barnes know?” Steve walked up next to you and gave you a side huge for reassurance.

“He does, that’s what I was speaking to him about.”

“You know, the only thing that keeps me throughout his class is you and your hilarious comments. Without those, I won’t be able to make it. Why don’t we all just skip today and go out for pizza or something?” Sam put his hands to his sides looking for an answer.

“You know, that’s not such a bad idea.”

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Boyfriend/Girlfriend Tag

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: Your writing is AMAZING❤ Could I request an Ethan x reader? Where the reader is a youtuber and they doing the girlfriend/boyfriend challenge?

Summary: Fem!Reader and boyfriend Ethan do the boyfriend/girlfriend tag for reader’s youtube channel! Lots of fluff ensues.

A/N: Hey there kiddos, I would like to apologize for taking so long with this request. I had class today, not to mention an essay due just a couple hours ago so I mostly tried staying away from my phone. That being said I loved this request so much because there were so many possibilities for fluffy stories ahhh. I mean as it stands, it’s 1am as I’m typing this right now and I have no regrets. I’m kinda proud of this one tbh. Sorry, no self deprecating humor in this author’s note. Anyway, thanks for the request so much, it was so fun to write this! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1131 srry I got carried away whoops

Warnings: s o m u c h f l u f f. Physically repulsive to read so much cute thing. Continue at your own risk. Also i said ‘ass’ a couple times I think.

Please request some more! My inbox is empty! Pleaseeee!

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Reconsider. (ii)

or… y/n rethinks her decision about leaving harry

category: mild angst & fluff 

part i. part ii.

two months later…

She wakes up to the heavy sound of pans crashing to the floor downstairs, and a cold draft of air brushing over her bare shoulder. Harry had told her that he liked to sleep with the ceiling fan on, but the A/C as well? Was the man raised by Father Christmas himself?

Her hands press around Harry’s white comforter in search for a shirt or maybe a robe to cover her barely clothed body. She’d find some way to keep more of the chilled air to hit any more of her skin. She eventually finds the silk button-up she planned on going to sleep in, down on the floor near Harry’s side of the bed; in the process of picking the shirt up, she finds herself feeling somewhat like a 5-year-old with her very first crush when she thinks about her having her own side of the bed. Of his bed.

When her shirt is somewhat buttoned up, she slips on Harry’s house shoes left by his ensuite bathroom and begins to make her way down the steps. There’s a bit of smoke clouding the area around the kitchen, but the smell coming from the large space was anything but unpleasant. She watched his bare back plate the food on a cute breakfast tray she remembers him buying the other day. He jumps, turning around to face her when he hears his shoes she was wearing slide against the marble tile.

“What are y’- Babe, no.”

She laughs at his peeved expression moving around the counter to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “Harry, it’s 6 in the morning. What are you doing up?”

“I was makin’ you food. Breakfast on your first night over, you’ve gone and ruined that now, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, I was the one that dropped whatever woke me up.”

He can’t help but crack a sheepish smile. “The oil splashed all over the damn handle– impossible to get a grip.”

“Do you need help carrying it to the table?” She moves to pick up a slice of a strawberry before Harry moves to swat her hands away.

“Breakfast in bed, minus the sausages I dropped. Get y’cute ass upstairs and pretend to sleep.”

She’s now the one to swat as his hands with a smile when he tries to grab squeeze of her bum. “One night of sex and you’ve already had a confidence boost?“

“Can’t help it.” he calls as she begins to scurry up his stairs.

“Give me 3 minutes to brush my teeth!”

He’d surprised her with a desk that morning, the main reason he had woken up at 4 in the morning and slept the rest of the day. She appreciated his gesture nonetheless, thankful for him taking the time to build the pesky (and very complicated) piece of furniture.

Every morning since he’d placed the desk on the left wall of his room (right under the window so that she could have the best amount of light), she’d be sat in the comfortable chair he’d provided just a few days later, doing last minute paperwork or typing away for an essay due the following night –her favorite morning talk show playing in the background.

He’d always toss a small pillow at the back of her head when he was finally awake, then spend 10 full minutes trying to convince her to get back in the bed for one last cuddle before she left for school.

When he looks over at the desk now, it’s empty. Her plush fleece sweater was no longer hung over the back of her chair, her laptop wasn’t sitting atop of the surface, displaying a PDF of a book she’s never been able to go out and buy a physical copy of. The desk looked dead, in fact– the light poking through the blinds brought anything but nice thoughts. She left her favorite pencil holders and he wonders if she’d be able to write a “good arse essay” without her lucky pen that was now sitting in an unused cabinet with the rest of her things she forgot.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write some married eggsy and reader pretty please?

[MARRIED EGGSY AND READER!!!! Oh man this is gonna be so much fun. I feel like… I want to make a bunch of these little shorter ones for this. Cause I always go SOOO fucking ham with my Eggsy x Readers for some reason and CREATE SO MUCH EXTRA LIKE WHY AM I LIKE THIS hahahah. This one is much shorter by comparison, and super fluffy with some smut as well because I couldn’t help myself. Hope you like!<3]

Pairing: Eggsy X Reader

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Cursing, some smut? Yeah some smut!

Read on Ao3!]

If there was one thing you knew about yourself, it was that you did not want to get married. Ever. Getting married, having a family that whole… thing. Let’s just say it was a lot. Just, not really your cup of tea so to say.

It wasn’t that you disliked children or dating. It was that you could never imagine finding another human you loved so much you wanted to spend the rest of your life with them. It was hard enough for you to share your bed and living space with someone else… How could you actually be expected to share your entire life with another person?

The truth is you couldn’t. You never thought that would change either… But there were a lot of things you used to ‘know’ about yourself before you met Eggsy.

Before you met that cheeky son of a bitch, you’d have said you would live your life out with 20 cats and be completely content with that– more than content even. That you’d spend your youth galavanting and breaking hearts. Or maybe you’d live in France and learn how to make wine while writing a book or something just as dramatic and starving artist like.

You had a lot of ideas about what your life would be like, where you’d end up… the things you’d do. And you can honestly say that this was the last thing you expected.

But here you were… married and very much enjoying it.

To Eggsy fucking Unwin of all people and if there was one thing you could say about being married to a man like that?

It’s that it was fucking amazing.

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other needs (robb stark au)

i know this is rlly short and i swear i will write a robb smut soon but pls enjoy this for now! (tw: creepy guy that you can imagine as ramsay)

(no gifs are mine!!!!!!!!!)

“I kept getting harassed by some creepy person as I was trying to study and they’re picking up on my ‘fuck off vibes’ and I started to actually get scared and then you put a coffee in front of my face and called me babe and scared them away thank you please let me buy you a new on one oh you have a really cute smile when you’re shy” ft Robb Stark (@papalogia)

You’ve been in the library for about two hours, and so has this creep. This shaggy brown-haired creep who’s sitting two tables away and can’t seem to stop looking you up and down. He’s been whistling at you every now and again, winking when you turn to glare at him. He’s making your skin crawl and yet you’re still sitting here because you desperately need to study.

“Come on, don’t be like that, love,” he whispers to you, a large smirk on his lips as he watches you grow more and more uncomfortable. “That’s only making me hotter.”

“You’re fucking disgusting,” you glare at him, gritting your teeth as he laughs wildly.

“Come on, don’t tell me you’re not into that. You look like someone who’s into the kinky–”

“Hey, babe,” you hear a gentle voice next to you. You turn your head and are met with a soft, gently smile and a cup of coffee next to your books. You’re about to tell him he’s got the wrong person when he places an arm around your shoulder. “Sorry I got here so late. I got caught up with my Chem study group. Is everything alright?”

Oh bless his pure soul… and his adorable accent. You almost sigh in relief as a genuine smile makes its way onto your face.

“It’s okay,” you chuckle, enjoying the red tints of his cheeks. “I was a little worried about you, but I’m fine now. I’ve just got a lot to study.”

“I know, love, I know. I’m not here to distract you, so get to your studying. I’ll do the same on my end,” he smiles and looks up, only to see the creep storming off in another direction. “And the coast is clear. Phew!”

“Holy shit, thank you so much,” you smile widely at him, letting out a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding. “I was so scared.”

“I walked into the library about 20 minutes ago and I saw him here, that son of a bitch. I have a class with him and he’s absolutely terrible,” he shakes his head, muttering some curses under his breath.

“Yeah, not the classiest guy I’ve ever come across,” a shudder runs through you as you think of what else that character would’ve said… or done.

“Hey, he’s gone now. And if you’re ever walking to class or to your apartment or anywhere really and you come across him, please,” he pulls out a sheet of paper and scribbles something on it before handing it to you. “Please feel free to call or text me any time.”

“Thank you, this is so sweet of you,” you smile widely at him and he blushes, telling you how he’s happy to help. “And am I allowed to know your name?”

“My name? Oh god,” he laughs, embarrassed that he’s forgotten. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mention it yet. My name’s Robb.”

“Well, to be fair, you were busy saving me from that monster so I guess you’re forgiven,” you smile and hold out your hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Robb. My name is Y/N.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” he smiles and takes your hand in his, kissing your knuckles before slowly letting go.

“Your adorable charm mixed with that accent and those eyes and that hair… are you trying to kill me?” You raise a brow at him and he blushes, earning a playful groan from you. “How can I forget the blushing?”

“Come on,” he laughs and covers his cheeks with his hands, trying to calm himself down. “With a beauty like yourself, how am I not supposed to turn red?”

“You are so cute oh my god,” you whisper and grab a hold of his arm. “Come on, let my buy you a coffee.”

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“Oh but I thought you needed to study?” He raises a brow at you as you start putting your books away.

“Oh, I do need to study. But I have other needs as well,” you smirk and stand up, brushing your hips against his shoulder as you squeeze out of your seat. “And I promised myself I wouldn’t sleep without a guy before going on a date with him.”

You turned around and walked away but you didn’t need to look back to know that Robb scrambled out of his seat to walk after you… well he tripped but you could look past that. 

They don’t like me

“Could you do a fluffy scenario where jungkook from bts and y/n are dating and he wants y/n to meet the boys so he invites y/n to the dorms, but y/n gets nervous and doesn’t say much. Then jungkook finds y/n crying in his room and it’s because y/n thinks the boys don’t like her but in reality they were just staying away cause jungkook threatened them if they got to close to y/n. I know this was very detailed and if you want to change any thing or not write it at all that’s fine😊thank you😘❤️❤️ “

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

genre: fluff

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It was a cold sleepless night, well, at least for you. You were anxious and excited at the same time as the thought of your boyfriend jungkook was about to introduce you to his members the next morning.  You jolted up and grabbed your phone. You thought of calling jungkook and letting him know just how anxious you are for tomorrow.

“Kook? Have you slept yet?”

“No, not yet, but i was about to.. why’d you call? Nightmares?”

“No.. well.. kinda..”

“Hm? Then what’s the problem?”

“I.. I’m just anxious for tomorrow..”

“Really? Why? You know there’s no need to be..”

“..really?”

“Yeah!”

“Then what if they don’t like me? What if I mess up?”

“What? Who cares if they don’t like you? I like you, and for me that’s all that matters” jungkook says laughing

“Jungkook!” You let out a cute giggle

“Seriously though, i think its better they don’t like you than they get all giddy and close to you.”

“Jungkook what the heck? Are you seriously saying that?”

“Well! I mean!.. the guys can be a little.. close.”

“Ugh you’re so unbelievable”

you say laughing at him, getting jealous was one thing jungkook is good at, so him saying this didn’t surprise you as much, instead it only made you remember how you loved this boy and how cute he gets when he’s jealous.

“Alright, alright.. take a rest okay? I’ll pick you up tomorrow”

“Yeah.. goodnight jungkook”

“Good night love”
….

“You need me to sing you to sleep..?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay” jungkook says chuckling
As your boyfriend sang you to sleep, his warm soft voice calming you, sleep quickly came and crept up on you

“Babe? Are you asleep? Okay, goodnight y/n" 

*The next morning* 

You had woken up to the noise of someone banging relentlessly on your bedroom door

"Y/n! Wake up! Its late! Were gonna be lateeee” jungkook whines at you

“Alright! Alright I’m up!” You answer your boyfriend

“Well hurry up! I made breakfast” your boyfriend shouts back at you

You came downstairs to greet jungkook

“You took so long, the food is cold… you look beautiful though.”

“Aww thanks.” You reply to your boyfriend’s “compliment”

“Why though?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you dressed so nicely? We’re just going to the dorms though.” Jungkook tells you while imprinting a scarring gaze

“What do you mean? I didn’t dress up that nicely, and, jungkook, i know. I know that we’re just going to the dorms! I just wanted to look a little less… messy.” You were relatively clean, but when jungkook saw that you dressed up a little nicer, especially when you’re going to the dorms he got furious

Jungkook lets out a deep sigh before having you the upper hand

“Alright just hurry up”

Jungkook gestures you to get in the car, as he opens your door he quickly gets to the other side of the car and starts to drive. The ride wasn’t that long before you got to the dorms the boys were in. Jungkook quickly turned to you and gave you an assuring smile before opening the door.

As the two of you arrived in the room filled with six guys just casually sitting on the black couch in front of a huge ass tv.

“Oh? Is that y/n?” A tall man asks jungkook

“Yeah hyung” jungkook says with a huge smile as he looks at you

“Oh! Well then, my name is namjoon, I’m sure you’ve heard of me” he tells you showing a small smile.

You nod at him and smiled but you didn’t say anything. You were too shy. Jungkook on the other hand grabs your wrist and introduces you to the others.

“Everyone, she’s y/n. The person that I love.” You blush at the cheesy introduction, you hide your face and gently bumps jungkook’s shoulder

“Ow! Why? It’s true.” Why did he even say ow? It’s not like it hurt. You thought to yourself. You sat down at the couch separated from the other guys, too shy to talk, you just quietly sat there knowing the boys will make a conversation up for you to replace the awkwardness in the dorm surrounding you, but instead, none of them spoke up besides jungkook. But most of the time he was just talking to either you or his hyungs. You remembered that jin likes to cook for visitors in the dorm and you quickly recognized jin from jungkook’s stories. The one with broad shoulders and an awkward laugh.. huh.. that’s him. Right beside namjoon. You thought to yourself, but why isn’t he standing up? Or cooking? Or making some lame jokes kook always tells you about?

The rest of the visit was just pure and awkward silence. You started to get tired and a bit teary-eyed seeing the boy’s expressions. They weren’t really interested in me, or maybe they don’t like me for jungkook. As these thoughts came running across your mind on your way home with jungkook, your tears threatening to fall.

“Today was fun huh y/n?” Jungkook asks you happily
“Y/n?” Jungkook turns to you, as soon as he sees you he gets shocked at the tears streaming down your face while looking at him
Jungkook quickly pulls over to the side of the road and turns all of his attention towards you.

“Y/n? What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong? Did the hyungs say something wrong? Did they offend you?” Jungkook bombards you with questions as if the two of you are playing a game of 20 questions.

You take in a deep breath and sigh deeply, you wipe off your tear stained face while jungkook takes in your presence

“I-I just don’t think the guys like me…” you finally let out

“W-what do you mean?” Jungkook yet again asks you

“It’s.. it’s just that they’re everything that you tell me about but they don’t really seem comfortable with me.. you told me that hoseok will make things fun and awkward at the same time but he literally was the quietest one among them, you told me that jin like to cook for his guests and make tons and tons of dad jokes but he was just talking with namjoon the whole damn time, and the only words that namjoon told me was "are you y\n” Other than that the others were pretty quiet as well.. And you told ME to behave!”
As you say all these things more tears started forming in your eyes causing you to son even more

“What..?” Jungkook squeaks as he was fumbled in confusion ‘seriously youre crying about this?’ Was the only thing running through his head before he pulled out his phone and started to call namjoon he put it in loudspeaker and proceeded with the call.

“Hyung?”

“Jungkook! How’s y/n??” Namjoon asks in undoubtedly worried

“Namjoon? Is that jungkook?” You hear jin’s voice from what it seems like he’s a bit far from joon.

“Hey! Give it to me” the two of you hear jin exclaim

“Jungkook! You little! It was so awkward here!” You heard jin say as you kept listening. More tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you hear those words

“Im so mad at you! Y/n seemed like a very amazing person! But you didn’t let any of us talk to her! Are you that possessive of your girlfriend huh?” Jin yells at jungkook

“Hyung its not that…” jungkook tries to explain to jin

“WOW BOY AM I SOOO MAD AT YOU. I WASN’T EVEN ABLE TO COOK FOR HER!” you can just feel how jin’s motherly instincts is starting to kick in

Your eyes widen at the words jin started to spit. Just then someone took the phone away from jin and another member starts to whine about how they wasn’t able to talk to you

“JUNGKOOK WE HATE YOU SO MUCH YOU THREATENED EVEN HOSEOK HYUNG?!?!?! HE WAS SO QUIET I THOUGHT WE WERE IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE!!!” Jimin starts to complain too.

You stare down at jungkook, and he just gives you a smile.

beep

Jungkook hangs up and puts his phone back in his pocket.

“I’m sorry.. I didn’t know meeting the guys would me so important to you..” he tells you while pouting.

“AHHHHH IM SO PISSED” as you were just about to go into a tantrum, jungkook kises your forehead

“I love you too.”

“he thinks he’s the black el chapo”

Originally posted by ianxgallaghers

Originally posted by zaynmoji

requested Carl Gallagher imagine

Carl imagine w the name Kristine please? Where she’s biracial (half white half Puerto Rican) and it’s her sweet 16/ quinceanera (whatever you choose) and she and Carl go to pick her dress?


“Shit,” Carl cursed appreciatively as Kristine crawled up his body and turned to lay next to him, flat on her back as well, before she lit up a joint. She took a hit before passing it to her boyfriend who flashed a lazy grin as he took it, pressing it to his own lips. “If I’d known that staying out of trouble meant getting congratulatory blow jobs, I never would’ve went to juvie” he said in a slightly strained voice as he held the smoke in his throat, before exhaling with a laugh. “Honestly if sucking your dick keeps you off the streets, I’ll do it. A small price to pay to keep your dumb ass from getting shot,” Kristine replied as she rolled off of her bed and finger combed her hair that he had completely wrecked. She picked his basketball shorts up from the floor and tossed them over to him, watching as he slipped on his boxers and then the shorts. His phone vibrated on the nightstand and she picked it up and typed in his password, while grabbing the joint that he was handing back to her. “Fiona wants you home,” she summarized the text before handing him his phone, laughing when he tossed it back onto the nightstand and pulled her onto him; gazing up at her as she straddled him, one hand still holding the joint to her lips, and the other resting on his chest that was still exposed as he hadn’t bothered to pull his shirt back down from its bunched up position at his collarbones. He’d never admit it to her, but just being in her presence completely eased his mind.  “You coming with me? Debbie said she’d fight my ass if I came home without you again,” he asked as he stroked her thighs. Kristine rolled her eyes and sat back on his hips, making him bite his lip, “She threatens me like every time I see her!” “Yeah the pregnancy hormones are really fucking with her. She’s in full bitch mode 5 out of 7 days a week.”

Carl shut his eyes as Kristine leaned forward and lightly touched his lips with her own, exhaling smoke as he inhaled before his hand was tangled in her hair and he was pushing her lips against his. She let out a quiet hum and placed the joint on the ashtray on her window sill and was about to grind down on him when his phone began vibrating again, this time with a call. The teens groaned and untangled themselves from each other before Carl picked up the phone, making a few annoyed remarks to Fiona on the other line, before hanging up. “I gotta go. I’ll call you tonight,” he announced as he pushed her lightly onto the bed and stood up to slip on his sneakers and fix his hair. Before he left her room he rested his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her up for one more kiss, and then he was out her door and stomping down her stairs to get to the front door. But he couldn’t help but stop when he saw his girl’s parents at the dining room table, surrounded by paperwork, sad expressions on their faces.  “You guys good?” he asked as he approached them, trying his best not to check out Kristine’s mom; at least not while her father was in the room. “Hey Carl, how are you mijo” her mom asked him, clearly too lost in her thoughts to ask why he had been in her daughter’s room for an hour on a Monday night with the door locked. “I’m good. What’s up with you?” “Fucking bills, as usual. We were hoping we could throw a party for Kristine’s birthday this year since we couldn’t afford the quinceanera last year but it doesn’t look like we can do it after all the medical bills,” she replied. Kristine’s father had gotten hurt just before work (20 minutes later and they could’ve been swimming in workmans comp) and they lost a huge portion of their income, meaning Kristine spent many nights having dinner at his house.

“I could probably help out,” Carl volunteered, only to be shot down almost instantly. “No, really, she doesn’t want anything crazy. Debbie and I can throw her a little … get together. We can get her like, a dress and shit. She’s not that hard to please; we just need some music and a shit-ton of wee- friends” he caught himself. Kristine’s mother rolled her eyes, but she found herself nodding. After all how can you turn down a free party. After receiving the okay, Carl made his way home and climbed the stairs to his room. But just as he was passing Debbie’s room, her door swung open, and he watched her enter the hall and dramatically look around. “Coulda sworn I told you not to come home without Kristine,” She said, making him roll his eyes. “Coulda sworn I told you to fuck off and yet here you are,” he replied as he continued walking to his room where the door was cracked open and he could see Nick sleeping on the floor, hammer clutched tight to his chest. “Were you with her? Tell her I need to talk to her.” “Tell her yourself, white girl.” “You take your braids out today? I can tell, cuz your hair looks like shit,” Debbie insulted before he could get a word in and just as she was about to slip into her room again, Carl put his hand on the door, keeping it open. “Hey, so her fam can’t throw her that birthday party they got her all hyped about,” Carl announced, and the door quickly swung open. “Oh shit, that’ll be two years in a row.” “I know, and I knew she’d pretend like it didn’t bother her so I told her parents we’d take care of it. I figured we could clean up the crib and throw a party and go get her a dress and shit.” Carl stated his plan, looking at her with an annoyed expression on his face when she leaned against her doorway with a stupid grin. “You’re gonna throw her a party and buy her a dress? How sweet of you, White Chocolate,” she laughed and he just shrugged. “Gotta keep my girl happy.”

Debbie agreed with his plan and with that he made his way to his room and climbed onto his bed after pulling off his clothes and pulling on some sweats. He then grabbed his phone and tapped on the first name on his favorites list, waiting patiently for the phone to be answered, a smirk working its way onto his face when Kristine answered, “Hey, so what are you wearing.”

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Debbie tore through the racks in a way that made Kristine cringe. So she found herself following behind the red head, picking up the messes she left behind. “Why are we here again?” she asked, once she had returned another discarded dress onto its hanger. “We need party outfits. I’m trying to meet a rich guy to help me raise my baby, remember?” Debbie lied, she hadn’t tried to keep a secret this hard in a while. Kristine rolled her eyes at her friend’s response, “Yeah I know that you are, but why am I getting dressed up. I already have a man.” Carl smirked, from a rack over, at her response.

“What about this one?” Debbie asked, ignoring her statement to hold up a sheer body suit. “It’s see through, put it back,” Carl replied, before Kristine could make a comment. “It’s sheer, Carl. She can put a bra on underneath it.” “And yet here I am, still telling you to put it the fuck down,” Carl continued, protectively, turning his head back to the rack he was sifting through himself, making Kristine laugh. She walked around the store, waiting for something to catch her eye, and when it did, she quickly pretended that it hadn’t. She didn’t need to see the price tag to know that the little silk dress was completely unattainable. But despite trying her hardest to appear unphased by it, Carl saw right through her.

“Yo, can I get that dress?” Carl asked an employee who gave him a hard stare in return. “Take it off the fucking mannequin,” he demanded and soon enough he was standing outside the door of the changing room, Kristine on the other side. “Can you tie up the back for me?” she asked as she pulled open the door and turned quickly, and he wasted no time tying up the thin string on the back before he rested his hands on her hips and looked over her shoulder at their reflection in the mirror. He let his gaze drop from her pretty face, down to her chest, then waist, then let go and took a step back, examining her ass. “Nah, take it off.” Kristine’s eyes widened at his response to her in the dress and turned to him, “You don’t think I look good in it?” “No, I think you look too good. How am I supposed to enjoy myself if I show up with you in that dress. I’d deadass spend the entire night keeping guys away from you.” “Then,” Kristine started, resting her arms around his neck and pulling him close, “how about we skip the party and stay in. I can wear that little sheer one Debbie picked out; minus the bra underneath.” Carl’s blue eyes stared into her own and he almost found himself giving in before he shook his head, stopping when she went to move the tag away from its position digging into her arm. She pulled it away slightly and her eyes instantly widened before she reached behind her back and tugged on a string, letting the dress unravel from her body before she was shimmying out of it, confusing him with how quick her movements were. “You don’t want it anymore?” he asked, nodding at the dress that was now laying on the floor as she pulled her leggings back on, not pausing as she shook her head quickly in response. “Hell no, it’s more expensive than our rent,” she answered as she picked up her things and opened the change-room door making her way back to the racks of dresses. “Yeah, so..?” “So do I look like I have that kind of money Carl? If I did, we’d have heat and water at my house.” And with that she let Debbie lead her to a different store while her boyfriend hung back. He picked up the little dress and carried it to the register, dropping it onto the counter and raising an eyebrow when the cashier gave him a once over, failing to hide the fact that he clearly didn’t think the teen had the money to purchase the item. Carl sighed and dipped his hand into his back pocket, pulling out a large wad of cash that he flashed in the employees face, “I want this one. So stop fucking around and wrap it up in a box, I want it to look good for my girl. Now, you want hunnies or small bills? Oh and grab that little see-through one to.”

“Fuck, Debbie, really?” Kristine yelled in pain when the flat iron touched her neck. “It’s your fault, stop moving!” “I’ll stop moving when you stop fucking burning me!” Debbie scoffed and finished straightening Kristine’s hair and looked at the girl through the bathroom mirror. They both had their hair and makeup done, but were still in their pjs. “We look so good and we’re not even dressed yet,” Debbie complimented as Kristine pushed open the bathroom door. She had intended to go to the kitchen and grab a drink but decided against it when she saw Nick standing tall in front of the stairs, daring her to try and pass him. “Hey Nick,” she greeted the older boy with a huge smile that made the corners of his lips twitch up slightly before he returned to his normal stony look. When she had started to make her way back to Debbie’s closet and grab the dress she’d gotten, she found herself being pulled into a different room. “I’m not having a quickie before the party,” she announced holding up her hand and making Carl laugh. “As down as I am to fuck you right now, I actually pulled you in here for something else. I got you something.” He then motioned to the box on Ian’s bed, complete with a red bow. Kristine instantly groaned and crossed her arms, “If you bought me another fur coat with your drug money, I’m gonna be pissed, wannabe black El Chapo.” Carl grinned at the nickname and pushed her over to the bed, watching with loving eyes as she lifted up the top and stared into the box, before covering it up again. “Bring it back,” she stated, making her boyfriend frown and grab her before she could leave the room. “What, no, I thought you’d like it.” “I do, but it’s too expensive.” “Nothing’s too expensive for my girl.” Kristine glared at Carl and made no move to reach for the dress.

“Look, I’ve bought you a lot of useless shit, but it’s because I like spending money on you. You’re my girl and I love you and I’m not gonna let you struggle when I can help. And I’m definitely not returning that dress after seeing how good you looked in it. So go put it on, before I put it on you myself.” He watched with heart eyes as her ears turned slightly pink with a blush before she picked up the dress, and started to leave the room. “I’m surprised you didn’t grab the sheer one.” “Don’t worry I grabbed that one for later.”

Kristine slipped on her thigh high boots before standing up from Debbie’s bed and making her way into the hall. When Debbie had told her that Carl had slipped out to make a deal, she hadn’t expected him to be gone until damn near midnight, especially not when he knew that it’d be her birthday the second it turned 12. “Can we go already Debs? I’m getting tired waiting around,” she complained to the redhead who sent a quick text to her brother, waiting for the ‘ok’ before she replied to her friend with a nod, grabbing her arm to lead her down the stairs. When they stepped onto the floor, Kristine squealed when tons of people appeared in front of her screaming the word, “surprise” at the top of their lungs. “What the fuck is this?” she cursed making Carl laugh as the music was turned on and the people began drinking and mingling. “It’s your party; I mean I know it’s not ‘my super sweet sixteen’ but I figured you’d like it,” he answered, nervous about what she’d say. “You bought me a dress and threw me this party? Carl… do you like me” Kristine responded with a bright smile, and he shook his head with laughter. “Yeah I thought I made it pretty clear that I like liked you when we went on that date to the movies and I slipped you ‘the shocker’.” He said with a smirk, laughing through his nose when she slapped her hand over his mouth to shut him up. “Too late; I heard and I’m disgusted,” Debbie cut in, before dragging the too toward the party.

As the sun was beginning to rise, Kristine, Nick and both Gallagher siblings were lounging on the couch together, watching late night reruns of old shows. Debbie rested a hand on her stomach, picturing what she’d look like when the bump finally appeared and then turned to Carl and Kristine. They weren’t sitting close to each other, in fact Kristine was practically laying on top of Debbie, but she noticed how they still kept contact through intertwined fingers. “You guys think I’ll find someone who loves me like you guys love each other?” the red head asked, breaking the comfortable silence. Carl raised his eyebrows at his sister before looking down at Kristine who had begun to sit up. “Yeah, obviously. But you’re not gonna find it running around with Frank looking for rich old guys. And you’re especially not gonna find it if you keep being so superficial. Like you thought you loved Derek because you thought he was hot but you didn’t know anything about him. You’re supposed to, like, love all their flaws and know about their hopes and dreams and shit,” Carl answered, looking at his sister, “Like even on their worst day they need to be special. Like Kristine is hot as hell right now in that dress, but I know that when we go to bed she’s gonna wake up looking like a hot mess, but I’m still gonna think she’s gorgeous. Shit, remember when she had braces? That shit was bad. So bad; but she was still fine as hell. And you should know about shit that they’re embarrassed about. I know that she still doesn’t know how to roll a blunt, and that she can’t hold her piss once she’s been drinking so if you’re walking her home you gotta stop every 5 minutes to help her pee in some bushes, and that when she’s brushing her teeth in the morning and she goes to brush her tongue she always gags which is crazy because I’ve never seen her gag on my-” “Okay! I get it!” Debbie yelled, cutting him off and making Kristine laugh. “The point is, I know all this great shit about Kris, but I also know what makes her sad and pissed off and embarrassed and she knows the same about me and we still love each other. You just gotta find someone who sees you at your lowest point and still wants to be with you and make you better.” When Carl had finished ranting he turned to Kristine who had attempted to stay quiet as not to interrupt the sibling bonding. “You okay?” he asked as an emotional smile spread onto her face as she relayed his words over and over in her head, “I’m gonna cry” she admitted letting out a few tears accompanied by a laugh before Carl rested his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side pressing a kiss to her temple, whispering a quick happy birthday into her ear and placing one last kiss just below her ear.

“Okay you can stop now. You already set my standards too high, don’t make this any worse for me.” Debbie groaned as they continued to watch their reruns.

this is the golden age (of something good and right and real)

♡♡♡ for the lovely @jackiemoreno, the brightest star in my sky ♡♡♡

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“I miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling.“ Lena answers right away, accent thicker than usual despite the fact she’s been back in Ireland for so little time. “Just two more days until I’m back home.”

Kara presses the phone closer to her ear, closing her eyes and concentrating until she can hear the steady rhythm of Lena’s heartbeat. She sighs for what feels like the thousandth time since her girlfriend has been gone, never mind the fact it’s only the fifth day of their week long separation - her heart aches as if they’ve been apart for months.

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The Great Outdoors

A/N: My first AU! This was written for @tatortot2701 ‘s AU challenge and it was a lot of fun. It was supposed to be a short little thing, but it turns out I am one wordy son of a gun and it kind of got away from me. Oh, well. I hope you enjoy it! If you notice any errors or have any comments, don’t hesitate to let me know!  

Summary: You and the gang go camping. Could this be the weekend you finally make a move on Steve? Mostly fluff.

 Warnings: Language and drinking

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Comfortable

I think this might fall under @leiascully‘s Rest challenge … yeah … I’m gonna slap it under that category and call it a day :)

Also, it’s a post-ep for ‘Millennium’ … 

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Mulder hadn’t seen her this weary in a long time … months since she had shadows that dark under her eyes, skin as pale as winter sunshine, lips faded to a hint of the rose they should be. Walking towards him, he stood immediately, taking in her exhaustion with a blinking glance, “hey there.”

She didn’t really answer, more like nodded her head with the illusion of giving a shit that she was upright and mobile. Dropping her bag on the floor by the coat rack and her shoes beside it, she brandished a file folder, tossed it to his lap, missed, didn’t care, ignored the sheaf of paper fanned across the hardwood and crawled, wobbled, swayed, landed face first across his couch.

He didn’t argue, taking in her rapidly encompassing coma state as a sign to keep his mouth shut of any and all sarcastic comments regarding the commandeering of his furniture for her hedonistic napping session. Not caring to move much himself, given his wrapped shoulder and still pulling scabs on his neck, he eventually picked up the folder, glancing through the final report on zombies or reanimated human-like entities before tossing it back to the floor.

He really didn’t give a rat’s fuzzy butt about the case, preferring not to remember it as his apartment fell to the early winter darkness. He wasn’t a fan of fire; he wasn’t a fan of cold; he wasn’t a fan of conspiring assholes and now he knew he definitely wasn’t a fan of reani- … zombies … whatever the hell they were. He mostly just wanted to forget them and enjoy some TV and a nap.

But Scully was in his TV watching spot, face squished into the cushion where he usually sat, the compressed foam perfectly indented to his rear after countless years and which was now cradling his soon-to-be drooling partner, her arm hanging to the floor, hand bent at the wrist, fingerprints pressed to woven striped rug.

And she was fairly cute doing it.

Settling back in the office chair he currently occupied and would occupy for the foreseeable future, he shifted his good arm up, resting his head against his hand, deciding that since he didn’t have a decent angle for the TV now, he’d just watch her.

Turned out to be the best entertainment of the night.

“Mul … ler?”

That startled him a little. She’d been snoring not half a second earlier and he never expected her to say anything.

“Yeah?”

“Muller?”

“Yes, Scully?”

Still not answering, she broke into a grin, her face shifting enough so he could just make out her mouth in full, “Muller.”

By now, his chuckle had emerged, head tilting further to the side to see her better, “Scully.”

Pulling her arm up, she languidly twisted onto her side, back against the back, knees sliding over each other until she settled again, left arm draped over belly, breasts pushed together in tantalizing, nearly spilling out cleavage.

He could see her knees as well.

Shit.

He had a thing for her knees. He’d been watching them peak out from underneath skirts for what felt like decades now and he had been fantasizing about his hand on one of them for just as long. Oddly, he had pictured her on her knees doing … things … to him for nearly as long but those fantasies were nowhere near as frequent as the ones where he simply sat beside her, warm palm cupped over her rounded knee, the beautiful 90-degree joint that carried her beside him everywhere and anywhere without fault and without fail.

He was utterly beguiled and bewildered at the sight of her knees. He’d shake his head to bring himself back to a sense of manly reality but, really, why.

Granted, the cleavage did fight for his attention, don’t get him wrong but tonight, he took his voyeuristic time, enjoying his blue-glowing Scully in all her napping glory, knees out for the world to see.

He chuckled again at the realizing that he was so far under her spell, it was shocking he could still function at all in society.

Then again, his society for the time being, consisted of Scully and zombies.

He gave himself five more minutes before forcing himself to stand, go to the kitchen, silently find some dinner, forget his partner on the couch in order to take a deep breath, sort his head back to the here and now.

“Muller?”

Like a snapping rubber band, he was back at her side before he knew his feet were moving, “Scully?”

This time, though, her eyes were open, staring up at him, confused and squinty, “am I hungry?”

“I … I don’t know.” Giving her a soft smile, “I was just making myself some food. You got here about an hour ago so you probably are hungry. It’s after 7.”

Time stamp sinking in, “hey, we’re missing ‘Wheel of Fortune’.”

God, he really should just propose now and get it over with, “want to find the channel and I’ll heat up whatever the hell isn’t nasty in my fridge?”

Hand already digging in the cushions for the remote, “deal.”

Sooner than later, they were buried deep in the couch, Mulder’s feet on the coffee table, Scully’s tucked underneath her, knee touching his thigh and blanket haphazardly thrown over them, empty plates near his toes. As they waited for the final ‘Jeopardy’ clue, Mulder debated whether it was time.

Scully chose action over debate.

Reaching towards him, she quietly gripped his pinkie finger and slowly dragged his hand from his leg to hers, stopping once her knee rounded out his palm.

In answer, he slid a little further down in the cushions, elbow resting on her upper thigh and fingers curved more securely around the sacred bones.

Mulder left it there through the last question, through two episodes of something he didn’t have the capacity to pay attention to because Scully was real and beside him, only one layer of blanket between skin on skin. Then, around nine, he gathered boldness from points unknown and deftly moved from above blanket to below, back to knee, heat on heat, watching her out the corner of his eye and relaxing when he saw the smallest of smiles curve her lip.

He was golden tonight.

And he sure as hell wasn’t going to push it.

Soon, cliched date night situations aside, her head landed on his shoulder, the credit music of ‘West Wing’ filling the room as she quietly asked, “would you mind if I stayed here tonight?”

“Of course not. Tired?”

“Yeah … but …” he could hear the hesitation beating the space between them, “mostly I … I’m comfortable and don’t want to go home right now.”

Squeezing her leg, he moved to stand, “let me go find you something to sleep in.”

She let him stand, missing him instantly and watched him trek away, sling band across his back, gait stilting slightly because a jostling walk sent pains through his unhealed bones. Following seconds later, she stood in his bedroom doorway, blanket over her shoulders, “anything is fine.”

Turning, “why’d you get up? You said you were comfortable on the couch?”

“No, I said I was comfortable.” Stepping closer, her eyes twinkled and sparked, “I’m comfortable with you and with your hand on me and being in this apartment and I don’t want to go home. There’s a difference between that and not wanting to get up from the couch to follow you.”

After keeping his grin to mere epic proportions, he gathered a t-shirt and some sweatpants, handing them to her after he moved to stand in front, “here you go and does that mean you’re not ready to go to sleep yet? Should we go see what else we can find to watch?”

Nodding, “go start looking while I change.” Quick like bunny, she came back into the living room and Mulder lost his powers of speech. Looking from her bare knees and the bottom of the shirt he gave her, which fell an inch above the aforementioned knees, to her face, she laughed as she settled back beside him, blanket once again over them, his hand moving under the blanket and back to its spot with little hesitation, “I’ll put the pants on before I go to sleep.”

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The next morning, with the blinds closed and the sunlight non-existent behind layers of gray cloud, she didn’t wake up until after eight and that was only because an especially exuberant burble from the fish tank invading her senses. Ignoring the clock, she puttered around the place while she made tea and found a box of semi-expired PopTarts, settling on the couch once again to have her breakfast before she decided to give any kind of thought to work. Mulder ventured forth halfway through her second cup, hair askew and shirt twisted under his immobilizer. Attempting and failing to straighten himself out, he dropped beside her, “when did you wake up and do you know you’re late for work?”

Doing her best not to spew forth a torrent of crumbs when she answered him, “woke up 20 minutes ago and not too sure I care about work today. How are you?”

Taking the bite of PopTart she offered him, he chewed thoughtfully, “better because you’re here.”

“I meant your shoulder but thank you.”

“You make everything better, shoulder included.”

Moving the blanket to cover his legs as well, mirroring the night before, she watched him put his hand back under the blanket, his eyebrows raising when he ran into skin instead of flannel, “still no pants, young lady?”

“Nope.”

“You should play hooky with me and not wear any pants at all.”

Pretending to debate, she tucked the blanket in closer under her legs and wiggled against him, “you should find me some cartoons. Flintstones if possible … or Scooby-Doo.”

With a non-chalant and non-presumptuous kiss to the top of her head, “I love you and your cartoony, pantsless ways.”

“I love you and your expired PopTart owning ways.”

Finding the Flintstones on some backend cable channel, “today is going to be a good day.”

Already planning a nap, probably in Mulder’s bed and probably not alone, “a very good day.”

Sparks Chapter 16

Originally posted by livvy1800

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: Bucky helps y/n put together her new dresser. y/n begins to experience the stress of the job. Bucky finally begins to move on from his feelings for y/n.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 50,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Dating Jaebum would include (highly requested)

- “jaebum, have you seen my leftovers?”

“Wait,…u didn’t leave them for me…?”

- wearing his hats a lot because this boy will fuck up ya hair during sex by pulling on it all wild and then beg you to go to Walgreens and get him some Gatorade cause he need electrolytes

- going hard whenever his parts of a song come on in the car together, jaebum probably whips so hard he turns into a stop sign or some shit

- this boy ALWAYS steals ya Chapsticks but you can’t really get mad cause he need them more than you

- twirling pasta for him and shoving it in his mouth while you’re all annoyed but he just looks at you with heart eyes

- “hey mark have u seen this pic of me and-”

“You showed it to me 20 mins ago Jaebum, it’s your lock screen, you posted it on Instagram, I’ve seen it.”

- his dad probably calls you some cute shit like his lil angel, always pesters Jaebum about treating u right while you’re next to him like yeah….yeah u should treat me like the prince/ss I am jaebum

- looks so good in suits you sometimes jus ask him to put them on and he don’t understand why

- playing pranks on each other until half of Jaebum’s eyebrow is gone, your covered in feathers, maybe it’s time to stop

- vlogging with him, and he’s all cute and bubbly and laughs a lot

- he likes taking you to new places to eat, insists on taking pictures of you everytime you get dressed for him because he wants to remember it for later

- sometimes he sings you to sleep and kisses down your neck while you cuddle up into him and his arms envelop you and it’s like heaven

- smelling like him for a while after he’s gone and that just makes you a sadder hoe bc, your jaebum is gone

- little encouraging texts from him like “I love u, u can do this, have a great day my princess”

- but 5 seconds later the mood will change and some wild ass text like “I want you naked on the bed waiting for me when i come over tonight” will come through and you’re like what the fuck jaebum I haven’t even eaten breakfast

- singing really…really offtune to everything but it’s music to Jaebums ears, wants jyp to sign ya ass up

- probably that really annoying idol that’s like “no, I have a girlfriend” to everything

- he likes braiding your hair while you snuggle with him and watch tv

- cutie who will probably hold your makeup for you in his pocket when you guys go clubbing, probably lifts you on his back cause your heels hurt your feet

- once a week you both make time to make dinners together, lasagna week is coming up and Jaebum is excited

- jaebum the type to put annoying 2009 MySpace stickers on your pictures but you love him anyways

- let’s you wear his sunglasses even though they’re two sizes too big for your face

- game nights together where he probably gets mad he’s losing scrabble and ends up kissing you to distract you

- all of got7 trying to be all up in ya relationship and jaebums like omg guys stop!!! But you’re probably in the background talking about your sex life with youngjae

- random flowers that he surprises you with and its so cliche but it works

- watching Disney movies together but they’re in English so you gotta translate for him probably

- you could probably wear a sheet with holes cut out and jaebum would probably be like damn babe you look good

- competitions to see who can eat the most icecream but that ends in jaebum laying on your lap while you hold a warm cloth over his forehead cause he tried to shove half the tub in at once

- kissing up and down his chest when you guys are laying together, it probably tickles him

- riding buses together while you fall asleep on him and jaebums like omg so cute….but then you start drooling on him and he wants to push you off but you look cute he’s so conflicted

- y'all probably hear the icecream man passing and you guys try to race, you’re pushing him into a door, he’s pulling you back by your shirt and plopping you on the couch, then by the time you get there it’s already gone cause y'all childish lmao

- you being tired sometimes at events and it ends up with you on his lap asleep in his neck while he tries to pay attention but it’s hard cause your ass is heavy

- sharing everything, you wear his sweaters, jaebum probably steals your earrings and hats smh

- styling his hair for him and sometimes picking out his clothes while you clap in the background cause he looks so cute

- New Years with him while you’re probably drunk & slurring your words and telling him how glad you are you picked him over Jackson and he’s like aw…wait what????

- “did you steal my cologne, y/n?”

“What??? I can’t hear you, I gotta go, love u bye!!!!”

- looking at animals together while you guys sigh all dramatically bc you can’t get one yet

- Mark probably has to pry you off of Jaebum when you drop him off for practice because y'all kiss each other goodbye in the car but then 2 mins later he’s on your lap for some reason, kissing down your neck and marks like we gtg dude

- petty arguments over who gets to lick the bottom of the brownie bowl

- kissing his shoulders because he’s sore sometimes and he just sits there like (◕‿◕✿)

- trying to not laugh at each other when you make eye contact on variety shows but it’s impossible and the camera zooms in on both of y'all making double chins at each other

- attempting cooking classes together but jaebum ends up slicing himself so you gotta take him home and listen to him complain about the hello kitty bandaid you gave him

- roasting him because he got more Simpsons memorabilia than he got pictures of you
•"Why don’t you just keep Bart in ya wallet then?“
But he got a Photocard in there you just don’t know lmao

- grabbing onto his hair when he’s literally fucking you into a wall and his princess ass stops like baby girl, I love you, but watch the hair

- sending him little butterfly kisses from across the practice room and he’s all dramatic and pretends to catch them and put them in his pocket for later and jacksons like bro….why didnt u do that for me??

- randomly screaming about something and jaebum runs in with a bat all scared but you’re just staring at pictures of him on tumblr and he’s like really

- really into stripteases, but likes to pick the music and you’re trying to be all sexy to some fast ass techno beat

- in all honesty, the entire relationship feels like when you’ve been laughing for a really long time and you get that little pause where everything feels nice and you love the way life looks, and jaebum makes you feel like that because he treats you like the apple of his eye and puts you above everything else like the cutie he is, your number one fan and sugar bun

Prompt Set #1 for 8000 Followers

1.) “What do you want from me?”
“I want you to find my son!”

2.) “What do you think happened here?”
“Don’t ask me that question.”

3.) “Wheres the flamethrower?”

4.)“Trust me, I’m just as clueless as you are.”

5.) “You think you can just steal from me, boy?”

6.) “This shit just keep getting weirder.”
“Lets just keep going.”

7.) “What did I just say? One at a damn time.”

8.) “Why do I even try with you? Sometimes I just wish…”

9.) “Anybody home?”
“What’s the password?”

10.) “You don’t have many friends do you?”
“Never felt the need to make any.”

11.) “Who names their child after a number?”
“I think you’re missing the point here.”

12.) “We’re running low on time.”
“Time doesn’t exist.”

13.) You live in a Utopian society, but the problems aren’t with the structure of the society, but at home. Perhaps your grandmother is dying of old age and she’s the last living relative that you know in your family. Maybe despite the peacefulness of life you wish for a thrill. Maybe you struggle with loneliness as your only friend is the robotic servent who practically raised you by itself. Maybe life is as good as it gets and the story is just about you enjoying the protection and peace that your life encompasses.

14.) “Man, I almost feel bad for ruining your life.”

15.) “Do whatever you want. This is the only life you’re going to get so you might as well live it the only way you can.“

16.) “It’s just as our parents taught us. We do what we can with what we have. And if we can’t do anything or if we don't​ have anything then we keep trying. That’s how this works.”

17.) “Stop questioning me and do what I say!”

18.) “This won’t end well.”
“Don’t jinx us.”

19.) “Put the fork down and we can all walk away from this peacefully.”

20.) “Your ignorance knows no bounds.”

21.) “I am five hundred years too old for this shit.”
“And yet you don’t look a day over two hundred.”
“Stop trying to butter me up.”

22.) “I trust only what I can see.”
“If so, then you are only limiting yourself to an extremely narrow view of life.”

23.) “Just be open. That is one of the many ways.”
“Can you tell me another way because I don’t understand what that means.”

24.) “So let me get this straight. We’re about to ask a princess to help us?”
“Technically she’s the Queen, but yeah, that’s the plan.”
“How are we about to do that smart guy?”
“She owes me a favor.”

25.) “I don’t think you understand what’s at stake here.”

26.) “Never trust a Shadow Elf.”
“What’s the difference between a Shadow Elf and a Dark Elf.”

27.) “You don’t really have a clear definition of who your dad really was. Let me explain.”

28.) “Everything is at random. Everything is random. Maybe that’s all we needed to know.”

29.) “Do you think we should trust her word for it? I really don’t want to go back to the estate bound and gagged simply because you gained a moment of conscious.”

30.) “Normally I’d agree, but I’ve seen what she can do. Trust me, it isn’t pretty.”

31.) “I can’t think of a better way for me to die than in your arms.”

32.) “You got me into this mess. You get me out.”

33.) “Trusting you seems to be a double edged sword and I have terrible luck.”

34.) “Remember what I did to your poor maid. You don’t want to end up like that do you?”

35.) “I made a gamble. Only time will tell if I made the right choice.”

36.) Write a store about two students. Person A appears to be the outgoing type but they’re really introverted and Person B is a mute, but one who chooses not to speak. The two meet by chance one day at Person A’s job.

37.) “Fuck that, I’m not giving you anymore money.”

38.) “Hey, did you eat the last of the pizza?”
“No.”
“Why are you lying?”

39.) “You really should stop drinking soda.”
“You really need to stop telling me how to live my life.”

40.) “I understand your anger but that doesn’t mean you had to kick my car.”

41.) “Let me take a hit of that.”
“You sure? I thought you had a drug test later this week?”
“My mom just died, Matt. The last thing I’m thinking about is my job.”

42.) “Welcome to the Soul Plane.”
“Doesn’t look like much.”
“Thats because you don’t have much of a soul. Or maybe you just don’t believe.”

43.) “You saved me, Milord. I don't​ understand.”
“When I saw you. I saw the eyes of my grandfather. Those were eyes of pure kindness and compassion. You did not commit that crime.”

44.) You are the victim of a gruesome vampire prank which results of you being unaware of your new state. You work at night and sleep most of the day so the vampire is anticipating your demise. New Vamps can still eat regular food but it's​ no longer has the nutritional properties it used too. The longer newbies go without blood the more irritable and at worse cases, feral they become. One day your boss asks you to work someone else’s shift as they failed to show up to work. Needing the extra money you accept and leave just before sun rises. As you're​ walking home you decide to watch the sunrise, cue you bursting into flames for an agonizing period of time. Luckily someone, maybe another vampire or different monster, saves you by pulling you into an alley.

45.) “Here, can you hold her for me? Make sure not to wake her up. She gets really angry when someone other than me is holding her.”
“Then why did you give her to me?”

46.) “Trust me. I wanna quit too, but having to see her heart break because we couldn’t complete our job is not on my bucket list.”

47.) “Just because I’m blind doesn’t mean I don’t have other ways of finding you.”

48.) “The moon isn’t what you think it is.”
“If I had a dollar for every time I’ve had this conversation.”

49.) You are in the process of exploring a dirlect temple on the outskirts of your town. You used to explore here when you were younger​ but after years of mentally sketching the temple down in your mind you notice one day that in the basement there is a blood red mirror that wasn’t always there.

50.) One day while laying on the beach watching the sunset in the distance you see something too big to comprehend brushed across the surface of the water. You stand up in shock and look around to see if anyone else saw. Out of the few people who on the beach you spot a few others who look as though they saw what you saw.

Love and Hangovers

Warnings: human and sex trafficking mention, mention of sex like twice, light flirting, its Jason Todd, so there are death mentions.

Requested: Yes. “Number 10 with Jason Todd.” Number 10:“You’re hung over. Not dying.”

You: texting
‘Your thoughts’
“Talking”

A/N: Okey so I had fun writing this and I made it flirty bleh. Sorry anon if this isn’t what you wanted… AND I KNOW IT TOOK FOREVER I AM SO SORRY COLLEGE IS NUTS


It was one hellish night for your favorite Red Masked vigilante. He had taken down the one of the main sources of human trafficking in Gotham city. How do you know this before your beloved boyfriend got home? It was all over the news you saw pictures of what those evil people did to others- it made you sick to your stomach. Your boyfriend wasn’t home yet, so he was probably blowing off steam. He always has strong emotions when it came to cases like this, and you loved that about him. You can’t blame him, you tend to feel strongly about these things as well.

You stayed up late to wait for him to come home. He was either going to use up some of that pent up anger through sex with you (so long as you were okay with it) or he was going to come home exhausted and want to sleep. Either way you had things ready, a batch if his favorite cookies and fresh warm sheets. What you didn’t expect, was the text from Roy at around 5 A.M.

Roy: Hey (Y/N), come pick up your boytoy. We are outside the bar on 44st and 58th.

You: Alright. Are you both okay though? I heard about the case…

Roy: None of us are alright after seeing that shit. Just come get Jay.

You: Sure. I will be there in 20. Do you need a ride too?

Roy: No, I have my bike.

You: Okay, just keep him safe until I get there. And I swear if you are trying to ride drunk there will be hell to pay.

Roy: Yeah, yeah I know. You’ll take my keys. I’m not the one who’s drunk…

You: I will be there ASAP. Hang tight okay?

Roy: Sure (Y/N).

Oh shit.’ Jason Todd is drunk. That boy can sure as hell hold his liquor, so for him to be drunk must have taken quite a bit.

You soon arrive outside the bar to a knocked out Jason and a sleep deprived Roy.

“Thank you god. Here. Take the pile of dead bricks.” Said Roy, gesturing to Jason.

“Roy, I’m flattered but I’m no God. Now here, help me.” You said as you tried to lift your anvil of a boyfriend. Eventually, you and Roy got Jason secured into your car.

“You sure you don’t want a ride home Roy? I have cookies baked.”

“As tempting as your baking is, I have to head home. It’s been a while since I’ve slept in my own bed at home. Goodnight (Y/N), drive safe.”

“Okay, goodnight Roy. And it’s you who I have to worry about on the road.”
Roy chuckled as he walked to his bike.

After he rode out of sight, you drove home. Once there, you managed to carry your zombie boyfriend up to the apartment you two shared and got him into bed on the side closest to the bathroom. You also prepared a glass of water and some aspirin for later that morning. By now it was 8 A.M. and you had work in two hours. You called in sick to take care of Jason, then crawled into bed to get some sleep before Jay work up.

The next morning, or should you say afternoon, you woke up with Jay still asleep. You decided to use the restroom before he woke up and empties his stomach contents into it.

Lo and behold, not two seconds after you exit the restroom, Jay runs in and starts barfing in the toilet. You pat his back and sooth him. When he finishes you help clean him up.

“Oh god my head. Ugh, did I die again or something?” Jason said groaning.
“You’re hung over. Not dying.”

“Well it sure feels like it, arg.” Jason closes his eyes and rubbed his head a bit. “Got any pain meds?”

“I mean we have oxy if you really need it.” You said jokingly.

He attempted at laughing at your comment, but it sounded more like a depressed sigh. “Aspirin is just fine.”

You soon returned with the water and aspirin “Drink. I’ll be back with coffee.”

“(Y/N) Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

You gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Once or twice love.”

He took the aspirin “Well, I’ll need to tell you more often then because you are way too good for me.”

You chuckled and started walking out to go make coffee “Then you can show me how good, tonight.”


A/N Okey I know its trash but I tried anon okey??? I tried. Criticism and suggestions are welcome!
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BNHA ch 154

Ahhhhhh ok ok after mulling this chapter over and reading it five times I can finally write about it

First off… WHAT THE FUCK HORIKOSHI like okay I love you and this manga but literally what the fuck I can’t get over everything that happened in chapter and I have so many questions but it was SO HYPE its funny because my brother thought it was meh but??? Are we reading the same thing? Because that shit went OFF

(excuse my awful screenshots)

Let’s start out with the fact that its confirmed that Mirio really did lose his quirk permanently. I still can’t get over his loss of it and my heart aches for him, he’s worked so incredibly hard for everything and to see it stripped away in one chapter hurts. I liked seeing Izuku’s reaction to this as well, knowing what it’s like to be quirkless, I wanna see how they both interact if they both make it out of this arc alive (fingers crossed)

YOU’RE DOING GREAT SWEETIE! Seriously I love watching Izuku use his quirk for more than just punching and kicking. Seeing him use his surroundings and be able to do cool shit like chuck giant rocks at overhaul’s gross face is so satisfying

This panel broke my heart in half for two reasons. One, Eri feeling so incredibly bad and guilty for everything that has happened even though absolutely none of it is her fault at all and only Chisaki has conditioned her to feel like this. I hope she gets adopted by someone who will give her the loving, stable, happy life that this little girl deserves. And two, the look Mirio has after he sees Sir failing when fighting Chisaki. Like cmon Horikoshi, how much ya gotta shit on our boy??? He’s suffered enough just let him rest

Speaking of suffering, I was wholeheartedly not expecting to see this on this panel or even in this chapter. I never thought for one second Sir might get injured or die, maybe because I was so distracted by Mirio’s death flags, but this blindsided me

The fact that the beginning of this panel is blank most likely means Sir is dying/dead and or Chisaki hit him with one of the quirk erasing bullets he’s picked up, causing him not to be able to see the future anymore. I’m hoping it’s the latter, as I can’t take anymore angst, my heart can’t handle it. Okay though a guilty pleasure trope of mine is when a main character who is super skiddish/passive/not really aggressive AT ALL, sees something happen to someone they care about and totally lose it. Izuku’s angry and confused face gives me life and I can’t wait till he beats the fuck out of overhaul it’s gonna be so sweet

20% ONE FOR ALL OH SHIT I remember not that many chapters ago when Izuku went up to 8% against Bakugou and everyone lost their shit but now we get a whole 20% AND I AM LIVING. And yeah, I know he’s gone 1000% before, but he totally trashed his limbs in the process and did it out of bare necessity. Here, even though he’s in pain, he hasn’t technically broken anything yet and ugh my boy is growing up so fast look at him go kickin ass and takin names

Here we see Izuku saying he will bend the future again, the first time regarding All Might’s fate, now theirs. He’s literally hope personified in a person. He embodies the fact that fate is bullshit and you create your own destiny. Everyone said he’d never be a hero but he took that shit into his own hands and look at him now. THRIVING. God I love this boy so much

Overall, HYPE ASS CHAPTER Y’ALL. I have so many questions though!! Is Sir dead??? WHERE’S AIZAWA???? I swear overhaul if u dare touch one hair on his head I will skin u personally. Horikoshi let the poor man sleep. Actually, let them all rest they deserve it.

The slipperiest country

Summary: Dan and Phil in Greece. 

Fluffy, fluff of that time, like 3 months ago or something, where dan and phil went to Greece, and we got some prime flirting between phil and tom daley, plus a vv soft boy, ~~Shirtless~~ dan.

Rating: M (just some spicy mouth to mouth)

Word count: 3370

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AN: finally, after sitting on this pile of trash for 3 months I’ve curated it into something presentable. Im trying to work on my writing, and am working towards making a multi-chaptered fic. (a rlly long one)


Living so close to the mediterranean had its perks, a single plane could fly straight to a beautiful, culture rich country. Blue water, different people, new sights, new sounds. Nothing in Greece was grey and bleak. Dan and phil were looking forward to their “mini couple’s holiday”.

It had been a few weeks of preparation to get ahead of schedule on videos, but phil was working towards something he was definitely going to enjoy. A private vacation with dan; bryony and wirrow would be there too, but having them around was almost second nature; it was going to be a comfortable trip. It was Dan who first proposed the idea of Greece, and unbeknownst to phil, he and Bryony had already started planning things over coffee last week.

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promises | john shelby

anon requested reader being super pregnant and john dealing with the kids

John took his time down the street, racing what was left of his cig to the door. He’d promised he wouldn’t smoke while you were pregnant but after the week he’d had he needed something on the way back. Being stuck in the van with the rest of the lads, none of who had promises to keep of their own, was torture. So he’d bummed one off Tommy with a strict warning that he wouldn’t tell his wife about the smoke unless he wanted his wife to know about the grave they’d had to dig.

The trip had been a clusterfuck to say the least, but it had ended well, and the business was sorted. The last bit of business before the baby was due. He was a free man now, for at least a couple of months, no big deals coming their way. Just day-to-day. Practically the 9-5 office job he’d planned on when you first got married. Almost.

“I promise you a boring life after this last job”. Broken.

“I promise you no more kids after this last one”. Broken.

“I promise I won’t smoke after this last one”. Broken.

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