are you revolting

50 book asks
  • the adventures of huckleberry finn: do you think kids or their parents are responsible for their beliefs?
  • the alchemist: what are your current plans for the future? will you be upset if they don't work out?
  • alice's adventures in wonderland: how do you react to absurd situations?
  • and then there were none: do you think murderers deserve to die?
  • artemis fowl: how much do you depend on technology?
  • beowulf: is it always worthwhile to hear both sides of an argument?
  • the canterbury tales: if someone is hypocritical, do you point it out?
  • cat's cradle: do you think it's better to believe a lie than to live with an unpleasant truth?
  • charlotte's web: what's your favorite art form?
  • coraline: if you could change your family, what would you change?
  • the crucible: how heavily do you depend on others when forming opinions?
  • fahrenheit 451: do you think there's any knowledge that should be kept secret?
  • the fault in our stars: if you could have one conversation before you died, who would you talk to and what would you say?
  • flowers for algernon: how much potential do you think you have?
  • frankenstein: is it wise for humans to attempt to create life?
  • the giver: talk about a favorite memory
  • the great gatsby: what would you sacrifice for money?
  • harry potter: if you could bring someone back from the dead, would you? if so, who would it be?
  • the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy: what do you think is the meaning of life?
  • the hobbit: do you think the average person has the potential to be a hero?
  • holes: if someone poor stole from someone rich, who would you sympathize with?
  • howl's moving castle: how quickly do you form opinions about other people?
  • the hunger games: would you kill someone if they planned to kill you?
  • identical: how clear is your perception of reality?
  • the importance of being earnest: are you flattered or annoyed by gentlemanly behavior?
  • inferno: do you think you belong in hell? why or why not?
  • jonathan livingston seagull: is perfection a good goal?
  • the joy luck club: describe your family
  • jurassic park: do you think it's wrong to use animals as attractions and accessories?
  • the kite runner: if you could, what social issue would you spread awareness about?
  • les misérables: do you think people should revolt if the government is corrupt?
  • life of pi: if you were stranded, would you be able to take care of yourself?
  • the lightning thief: what would you be the god/goddess of?
  • the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe: if you could start a new life in a new world, would you?
  • lord of the flies: what motivates you best?
  • lord of the rings: is it important to work for the greater good of the world?
  • of mice and men: would you kill your closest friend to save them from a worse fate?
  • the perks of being a wallflower: does listening to other people's problems help you or weigh you down?
  • the phantom of the opera: how much do you judge others on physical appearance?
  • pride and prejudice: are you romantic?
  • the princess bride: what's your best feature?
  • a raisin in the sun: what is your most important possession?
  • romeo and juliet: have you ever done anything ridiculous for love? what?
  • stargirl: do you value uniqueness?
  • the taming of the shrew: would you be willing to be in a relationship with someone who is very dominant?
  • the tell-tale heart: is there anything you feel guilty about right now? what?
  • to kill a mockingbird: do you believe something has value simply because it's beautiful?
  • twilight: how consistent are your feelings about people close to you?
  • watership down: do you think your right to life is any greater than an animal's?
  • the westing game: if you died now, what would you want to happen to your possessions?

Prize your luck, Mr. Haxby! You had the famous Charlotte Wells for free.


Scenario: The temp agency sent you to a new job that was supposed to be something simple that came along with easy money: lots of easy money. But simple is far from what you get when you realize, being the secretary for Jeon Jungkook, comes with his own form of demands.

A/N: this is part one of the obsession series. I blame Jungkook with his stupid sultry looks and how damn good he’s looked in suits the whole BS&T era. I ended up writing this last night sitting in my car for almost two hours.This is honestly going to be dirty and kinky and I’m not gonna apologize. I hope you all enjoy!

Genre: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 3100

Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!

Warnings: Smut, oral, and slight rough play

“I am a professional. I. Am. A. Professional. I’M A GODDAMN PROFESSIONAL!”

Your hands smacked down on the marble of the bathroom counter. The words you’d been muttering to your reflection over and over like a damn mantra somehow becoming less effective. You felt like you couldn’t breathe in the high-waisted pencil skirt, which wasn’t a ludicrous assumption since you could barely walk properly in it with, or without, the heels.

The reason behind your anxiety ridden pep talk: Jeon Jungkook.

One of the youngest high-ranking executives in the company, he was known for being incredibly smart; thinking outside the box to close deals and create new overseas partnerships, charming, and a decorated athlete. Before you’d been assigned to the company as his latest secretary, the only time you’d actually ever seen him was on the cover of magazines and photographed next to expensive people with beautiful faces to match. Jeon Jungkook held a life you envied.

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Some Wodehousian forms of address

If you’re lacking ideas how to call your family and friends, you may try these:

  • “old thing”,
  • “old egg”,
  • “old fruit”,
  • “my little chickadee”,
  • “you old ass”,
  • “my fluttering old aspen”,
  • “my dear old mysterious hinter”,
  • “old fever patient”,
  • “old ancestor”,
  • “old thicker than water”,
  • “old flesh and blood”,
  • “(my dear) old relative”,
  • “my dear old faulty reasoner”,
  • “you poor chump”,
  • “my poor lamb”,
  • “my misguided old object”,
  • “you ghastly goggle-eyed piece of gorgonzola”,
  • “face”,
  • “ugly”,
  • “aged relative”,
  • “you young blot”,
  • “my beamish boy”,
  • “old blood relation”,
  • “you abysmal chump”,
  • “Lord Spodecup” (instead of “Lord Sidcup”),
  • “my (beautiful) bounding Bertie”,
  • “you young hellhound”,
  • “you revolting object”,
  • “you young muttonhead”,
  • “my dear old police sergeant”,
  • “poor ditherer”,
  • “Attila”,
  • “Watson”.
The 4 of Us

Summary: It’s you and Bucky’s 5 year anniversary! Bucky decides to get you a puppy, but you have a surprise for him as well! | Bucky x Reader
Warnings: a lil swearing, pregnancy? lol
Word count: 2,3 k


Originally posted by buckysclique

Bucky woke up that morning more excited than ever. Today was your 5 year anniversary and he had a special day planned. He looked over his shoulder where you were still sleeping, resting on your stomach, one leg dangling off the bed. He placed a tender kiss to your bare shoulder, remembering the activities of last night – something you two were definitely repeating tonight. Bucky strolled to the dresser to slip on a fresh pair of boxers and simple grey sweatpants.

As he searched the fridge for some eggs, he thought about his plans once more. Make breakfast, go to the grocery store, come back home, order some pizza, then cuddle on the couch while watching your favourite movies and then he would have to go out again to go get your present. Bucky knew you’d scold him about it, because you didn’t want any presents or fancy dinners, thus why for the 4th year now you always stayed at home and did cozy stuff, it’s just the way you liked it. But this year, Bucky couldn’t help himself. He saw the way you always longingly look at the pet shop when you pass it. You were a huge animal lover, dogs being your favourite. He didn’t know if you had a favourite breed, so when he stepped in the pet shop the other day to look at a potential new family member his eyes immediately fell to a tiny Pug puppy padding around. The pup was a little boy already named Charlie. His curled up tail and squashed face made his heart melt and Bucky knew he had found the one. So when he was frying eggs and bacon he couldn’t wait to go pick up the little pup later. Bucky smiled to himself as he felt your arms snake around his waist.

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Disgraceful Blood

Member: V

Genre: Smut / Angst

Series: \The Moon Child

Theme: Halloween

Part: 1 / {pt.2}  

Description: With eyes like rubies and hair as white as the driven snow, you were a creature desired by all who were descendants of the night. A child born from the moon, somehow having landed in the greedy hands of a prince. And he, like all the others before him, craves the sweet taste of your blood.

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Wife: *Serves husband traditional homecooked meal*

Husband: *takes one bite * Oh my God, that’s revolting!

Wife: WTF! I made that specially for you!

Husband: I mean revolting against the modern world.

Wife: *Swoons at husband’s epic banter*

You Were The First Beautiful Thing I Ever Got Stuck On - j.j

This imagine is based off the poem ‘OCD’ by Neil Hilborn

Warnings: mental illness

Fun Fact: The tics I used for (Y/N) Are ones I have (I don’t have OCD though)

     Being the new kid is hard, being the new kid with OCD is even harder. My tics and obsessions usually make it hard to make friends. I was starting my Sophomore year at Riverdale High. I was currently waiting at the office for a ‘Betty Cooper’ who was supposed to show me around. I saw a slightly stressed but pretty girl walk closer. I had a feeling that was her, she walked directly to me. 

“You must be (Y/n), I’m Betty.” She was undoubtedly stressed and trying her best to act composed. She put her hand out for me to shake.

“I don’t…. dooo touching, I’m sorry, It’s nothing personal.” I smiled, hoping she wouldn’t think I was rude or pretentious.

“Oh, no worries, let’s get on with the tour, shall we?” She smiled walking slightly in front of me. I nodded and followed her closely. We were stopped in the hall by a very large boy with black hair. 

“Hey, you must be new, I’m Reggie, we should hangout sometime” He winked and tried to slip his arm around my shoulder. I escaped briskly 

“please don’t touch me” I stiffly mumbled 

“oh, you some kind of germophobe?” He laughed 

“Yeah, something like that.” I quickly ducked under his arm trying to get away from him. I turned back to look for Betty but she was already next to me. 

“I’m sorry if this is kinda personal…”

“You wanna know what’s up with the no touching huh?” I laughed and she laughed along nodding. I let out a little hiccup, it was a tic. “I have OCD” 

“Oh, interesting.” She smiled “I’ll walk you to your first class, then I’ll walk you to your second after okay?” It wasn’t much of a question as it was a statement.

“That’s very kind, thank you” I let out yet another tic. I don’t pay much attention to it anymore but Betty did give me an odd look. She walked me to my class and waved me goodbye. I reluctantly sat down on the seat. I looked up to see Reggie.

“Hey, germ freak.” He laughed as though it was actually funny. I just rolled my eyes and looked else where. That’s when I saw a gorgeous boy. He had raven hair and a slim body, he was tall and wore the cutest gray crown beanie. I smiled looking at him, I’ve never felt this before. Usually when I look at people I see disgusting germs seeping into the skin. He was different. I looked away trying to stay discrete. The rest of the class flew by, and the next thing I know I was leaving and Betty was already waiting. She walked me to the next class and we talked about my first class at Riverdale High. I almost wanted to tell her about the raven beauty in first period but I barely knew her! I had to, I had no one else to talk to this about.

“Something weird happened.” She was intrigued “I saw a boy, and he was amazing… Usually when I see people I am totally grossed out. All I can think about is the germs crawling under my skin but when I saw him I didn’t think any of that, all I was thinking was that I wanted to know him.” I breathed shaking my head. Her jaw dropped

“Who is this mystery hottie?” She pushed 

“He had dark hair, and he was slim and tall, OH and he wore this really cute beanie, it was like a crown.” She immediately stopped in her tracks. 

“Jughead?” She was in awe. although I had no idea who that was so I couldn’t agree or deny that.

“I don’t know… maybe, I didn’t get his name.” I mumbled

“No, it’s Jughead, he’s the only person I know with that beanie. He’s a total sweetheart. Kind of an outcast, but he’s one of my best friends, he’ll be sitting with us at lunch! This is sooo exciting!” She rambled on and on about him. And I took in every word, paying attention to everything I could learn about him. We got to my next class which happened to be hers as well. The morning seemed to go pretty quickly, before I knew it Betty and I were walking to lunch and she seemed so giddy to introduce us. I was just plain nervous. 

“Guys! This is (Y/n)” she announced and everyone smiled and waved and shouted a greeting at me. That’s when Jughead got up to greet me and he put his hand out. Usually I wouldn’t even think about it. But this wasn’t just anyone. I looked at his hand expecting to see the germs seeping through his skin but I didn’t. I looked at Betty and back at Jughead’s hand. I slowly reached for it and he cautiously shook my hand, I think I was holding on for a little too long. I looked up quickly and removed my hand.

“Sorry. I probably seem insane right now,” I laughed stiffly

“Nooo… A little.” He let the last part out quickly which made me laugh.

“I can explain…. I have OCD…. and I don’t like touching people because I find them revolting, but you, you don’t gross me out…” I said quietly. I looked up and he was smiling, we sat across from each other at the lunch table.

“How story-tale romantic.” he gushed making it way over-dramatic and giggling slightly. I blushed and looked away, he’s obviously just joking. I looked down at my hand, I have never really felt another humans skin on mine. Anytime someone touched me I never felt the skin just germs crawling and it was incredible to actually feel that. It was soft slightly calloused for what ever reason. I looked back up at him and ticked once again, this one is a quick head nod that is weirdly flirty but I can’t help it. He laughed.

“No! I wasn’t trying…. to flirt… or something. I-its a tic.” my words jumbled and rushed, he shook his head with a sloppy smile painted across his face.

“That’s cute, do have others?” 

“Yeah… I have a vocal one that’s like this” and I demonstrated the noise I tend to make “and I also hit my leg and chest a lot… that ones not as cute, it kinda hurts…” I trailed off still with a dorky grin on my face that I just couldn’t seem to wash off. He had his hand on table, the same one I shook earlier. I stared at it waiting for it to disgust me, it didn’t. Everything about him was beautiful. The cute freckles on his face, his eyes, his messy hair that was hidden by the hat I deem very appropriate for him.. a crown. I wanted to find something I could dislike, crushes are disappointing. I didn’t find a thing. He talked with Archie and Veronica started a conversation with me. 

We were at Pop’s later that night, I sat in between Jughead and Betty with Archie across from me and Kevin and Veronica on either sides of him. They all threw questions about OCD at me and I tried to answer them. Jughead stared at me the whole time, almost mesmerized, he was probably just thinking. 

“So are you like a clean freak?” Kevin shot out

“With germs, but i’m not holding back an insane urge to clean and organize everything. Some hand-sanitizer usually works, although usually when people touch me I will have a break down so… don’t” I explained 

“Why exactly don’t you like touching people?” Veronica quizzed

“For me it doesn’t actually hurt but in my mind it’s like the same thing, I see the disgusting germs crawling through and under the skin and seeping through my own pores!-” I shivered “I just can’t… Except for some reason Jughead doesn’t do that to me.” They all awed including Jughead. 

“Wait! So have you ever hugged someone?” Archie seemed quite urgent

“Nope, unless you count as an infant” Every looked at me as though I had killed a puppy with my bare hands right in front of them. 

“That is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.” Veronica whispered, I simply shrugged, Jughead stood up and motioned for me to as well

“C’mere” He waved me over, I was thoroughly confused. I obeyed though and stood next to him “Will you let me hug you?” He asked politely 

“If it’ll make you happy” I gave a half smile “What could be so great about someone flopping there arms over you..” Everyone laughed and Veronica took out her camera, they were so dramatic. Cole turned to face me and gently but firmly wrapped his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into his chest and held me there. It was nice, I wrapped my arms around him and oddly this felt really nice. I pulled him in a bit closer, who knew this could feel so nice.

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He gently rubbed my back and slowly pulled away sliding his hands to my waist, leaving my torso cold. 

“Was that awful?” He wore that shaggy smirk proudly 

“no” I mumbled, pulling him back in. Everyone awed so loudly and Jughead laughed, I could feel the vibrations of his chest on mine and it was beautiful. I stood and let my head rest against his chest where I felt and heard every beat of his heart, and I could take in his scent. I was enveloped in Jughead and it was the best. I finally pulled away from him and everyone laughed at me again. “I haven’t been hugged my whole life! How was I supposed to know it’s literally the best thing.” 

“Am I that great at hugging?” Jughead sassed

“Don’t get too cocky you’re the only one I’ve hugged, what do I know” I shot back

“I think I’m aloud to be cocky, as I am the only you can hug without being disgusted and literally having a breakdown.” He smiled cheekily. I sat back down and rolled my eyes. We all continued to talk and it started to get late so we all headed out. Jughead offered to walk me home, and trust me I tried to decline but he made it clear he wasn’t asking he was letting me know he was walking me home. 

Once we made it to my house he turned to face me “Goodnight, I’ll see you tomorrow” He pulled me in for another hug and this one was even better, he had one arm around my lower back and one on the back of my head, he played with my hair and he held me tightly as he gently messaged my back. It was a long hug but he eventually pulled away leaving my body cold and wanting him more. He looked into my eyes and let out a deep sigh and a forced smiled played across his lips. He then just walked away. 

I walked inside immediately going to my room and flopping on my bed.

What is happening to me.

A/N: This took me sooo long! literally like a week! I was going to try and write it all in one part but I figured it’d be way too long so part 2 will be up later today hopefully.

You are not an ugly person day to day. From day to day, you are a nice person. From day to day, all the people who are supposed to love you on the whole do. From day to day, as you walk down a busy street in the large and modern and prosperous city in which you work and lie, dismayed and puzzled at how alone you can feel in this crowd, how awful it is to go unnoticed, how awful it is to go unloved, even as you are surrounded by more people than you could possibly get to know in a lifetime that lasted for millennia and then out of the corner of your eye you see someone looking at you and absolute pleasure is written all over the person’s face, and then you realize that you are not as revolting a presence as you think you are. And so, ordinarily, you are a nice person, an attractive person, a person capable of drawing to yourself the affection of other people, a person at home in your own skin: a person at home in your own house, with its nice backyard, at home on your street, your church, in community activities, your job, at home with your family, your relatives, your friends - you are a whole person.
—  Jamaica Kincaid, A Small Place
Stitches (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Originally posted by rohgers

Originally posted by relationshipaims


Words: 1097

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (it can be gender neutral, but I did mention a bra… so just ignore that xD)

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing, Bucky giving the reader stitches, mentions of blood/bleeding (not too bad tho), Kissing, Cuddles

Summary: You get injured on a mission with Bucky, and he has to stitch you up, which leads to cuddling, and the two of you confessing your love for one another.

A/N: I’m back! My hiatus is over, I’m gonna try to write more. I’m also still working on a couple requests,  so if you requested something and I still haven’t posted it, I just want to say I’m so sorry but I am working on it! Anyway, I feel like this came out really sappy but it was something I wrote for fun late the other night. I honestly didn’t think I’d post it, but after reading through it, I realized it might be a good comeback from my hiatus… I hope you enjoy!!

You were cold, wet from the pouring rain outside, and bleeding.

All thanks to HYDRA.

When you first started working together with Bucky, he was afraid that he’d hurt you by accident. But after the first mission, everyone, including the two of you, realized what a great team you made, and so you found yourselves together on missions more often than not.

You were on a mission with Bucky at the moment. This mission had been successful, but not before a HYDRA agent had gone after you with a knife, and made a slash on the right side of your abdomen.

Bucky helped you through the door of the motel room you would be staying in to get some rest before heading home. He shut the door and bolted it.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I think you're amazing! I love your Robert and liv fics. Could you maybe write something about aaron catching them spending time together? Something fluffy and sweet.

this is utterly ridiculous but i love robert and liv more than life itself so i’m posting it anyway


There’s gentle music playing, that’s Aaron’s first clue that something isn’t right.

He freezes in the doorway when he sees them, keys hanging forgotten from this thumb.

They’ve pushed the kitchen table over to one side, turned on all the lights.

Liv’s got her hand fisted in the shoulder of Robert’s jacket, holding on for dear life as he twirls her across the kitchen floor.

Aaron’s mouth is hanging open, he knows it is, can’t seem to close it. What the hell?

He shuts the door as softly as he can, keeps close to the wall. They haven’t noticed him come in and there’s no way he’s going to disturb this. This is brilliant.

Robert swings her round, her feet skimming the floor until she’s laughing, kicking her legs like a little kid. It makes Aaron smile in response.

“Put me down!”

Robert’s grinning too, cheeks flushed. He sets her down, barely even out of breath. “You need to relax, it’s not rocket science. Just let me lead.”

Liv flaps her arms. “Lead what? I don’t know what we’re doing.”

Robert sighs, steps away, hands on hips. Aaron can see him trying not to get frustrated. Robert spends a lot of time being patient with Liv these days. Sharing DNA with Aaron buys you a lot of leeway when it comes to Robert and she takes great pleasure in pushing at it.

“Ben knows how to dance right?” Robert asks.

Aaron’s lip curls. Fucking Ben.

Liv gives Robert a dark look. “Obviously.”

Robert nods. “So you don’t need to. You just need to follow his lead. It’s only a party, you’re not on Strictly.”

Liv runs a hand down her ponytail, pulling it over her shoulder like a blanket. “I just don’t want to look like a prat,” she huffs. “I’m already going to look like a prat. I don’t know who I think I’m kidding.”

“You’re going to look beautiful,” Robert tells her, voice soft, “And you’re only going to make a prat of yourself if you don’t listen to me. Come here.”

Aaron has to put a hand across his mouth, chest swelling with something he can’t name when she steps up to Robert’s chest again, lets him lead her in an awkward little slow dance over to the sink and back again. She’s looking at her feet the whole time and he can see Robert biting back a smile.

The whole thing makes Aaron feel impossibly fond of the pair of them. He’s proud of the little family they’ve built together, dragged together really, from the scraps of them all.

He moves forward, wanting to be with them. Pockets his keys casually like he’s just coming in.

Liv steps on Robert’s foot when she spots Aaron mid spin, and Robert grunts as though she isn’t just in socks.

Liv puts a good amount of distance between herself and Robert with impressive speed. “What are you doing here?”

Robert looks equally mortified. Another treat.

Aaron gives her a look. “I live here. What are you doing?”

She folds her arms, cheeks on fire. “Nothing.”

“Really?” Aaron says, delighted, can’t help himself. “Because it looked like you were dancing.”

A sulky shrug. “Must be seeing things.”

Robert recovers better, rolls his eyes at the pair of them. “She’s going to that thing with Ben tomorrow, the charity thing Vic’s catering. I was just helping her out.”

“Showing her how the other half live?” Aaron says.

It’s funny really, that Liv’s the one with an arrogant arse of a boyfriend living up at Home Farm these days.

“Well she could hardly ask you, could she?” Robert points out, grabbing Aaron round the waist and pulling him in close.

It puts Aaron right up again his chest, where he’s broad and firm, too warm through his shirt.

Aaron slaps at him when Robert tries to shuffle him into a little sway, plants his feet. “Get off.”

Robert settles for holding him close and Aaron lets him. He’s quite content to be cuddled in his own kitchen, what else is it for?

“You two get more revolting every day,” Liv announces, pushing between them. “Now go away, I was just starting to get it.”

Eventually Aaron agrees to leave them to it, there’s bound to be a pint with his name on at the pub. He can’t wait to tell his mum about this.