baby girl get back into my life

anonymous asked:

You head canons give me LIFE

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  • *pidge voice* “alright two questions: 1. who put a ‘baby on board’ sticker on my lion because i’m going to kill them, and 2. where did you even get it??? we’re in space”
  • lance: *still holds a grudge on that girl in his 3rd grade class who borrowed his eraser during a test and never gave it back*
    • also lance: *would forgive you for stabbing him, probably*
    • he’s a complex guy
  • shiro’s actually the angriest person on the team, but no one can tell because he keeps the screaming on the inside
  • “keith speak texas for us”
  • allura suggests duels in the airlock to solve team issues. no one can tell whether she’s joking or not
  • coran is in constant awe of how inefficient the human body is. your retina are backwards? you still have five toes? what do you mean half of your species keeps their gametes in hanging sacks-?
  • keith is the ultimate rebel without a cause
    • always ready to fight the power
    • what power???? all of them
    • he’s like one of those little wind up toy cars. you point him in a direction, try to pull him back, and then watch him go lmao
  • *team blows up a galra supply store* hunk: “heh, I guess you could say that business……… is booming” “hunk shut your damn mouth”
Deadly Sins- Envy

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Reader’s jealous ex who despises Peter Parker for dating the Reader follows them after school. A turn of events happens when Peter’s girlfriend life is on the line.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL.Angst?

Word Count: 2,000

*A/N: I’m transitioning from Wattpad so this is how I type my fics.. Hope you guy’s like my writing style. I know most people do [Y/N] but I normally don’t but in the future I’ll try it :,) Pls don’t roast me /.\ I also tried making it long, sorry if it’s too long 0.0 Like I said I’m used to writing longer stuff..

One of the worst sins to have is Pride. Yet the most dangerous ones come from our inner turmoils. Envy can lead towards many other feelings causing you to do something you’ll regret. Jealousy causes you to feel like your body is on fire and you have to act immediately to set out the fire. Sometimes we can never settle the fire inside of us..

The fire was raging in Quarterback Mason Larson. It’s been ablaze since he had just been broken up with for low life Peter Parker. His girlfriend of two months ended it with him to be with that nerd. She claimed that Mason was too jealous for her liking. He was going to find out why she liked this Parker kid so much…

[Reader’s POV]

“You look different…. dating Penis Parker definitely has changed you” Mason seethes gripping on your wrist. You had one of Peter’s science shirts on cause it was like you had a piece of him whenever he’s away.

“Let go of me Mason,move on with your life!” you shout in protest trying to get your hand back. You just wanted to wait for Peter after school like a normal girlfriend. Yet you get bothered by your Envy filled Ex-Boyfrined.

“You’re my girl so no I won’t let you go” His voice raising causing people’s heads to turn. Great this jackass was going to cause a scene..

“Hey baby, there you are!” Peter’s voice catches your attention. Your eyes flicking in his direction. His eyes glance at your hand twitching in Mason’s tight grasp.

“Sorry I’m late, had to finish up with the group over the topics for the next competition” Peter swiftly twists Mason’s wrist and kicking his feet from under him. You let out a yelp when Mason’s nails scratch you. Peter immediately  catches you before you fall backwards on the ground.

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This starter meme is completely based off of THIS starter meme right here, it’s just in a different format to accommodate players with multiple accounts as opposed to just one!! I take no credit for it and if you want to appreciate the content, give the blog a follow, please!!

  • “You can’t have sex with your neighbor’s backyard above-ground pool.”
  • “Let me help you out of that swimsuit– POOL.”
  • “I sure hope we become best friends! But I don’t hope we have a falling out, leading us to have a tense, emotion-heavy, dramatic, competitive, love/hate relationship later on.”
  • “So, anyways, I regain consciousness, there’s cops everywhere, (name) is covered in blood, got an ice-pick– haha, it was kind of a weird Tuesday.”
  • “We’re gonna be late for anime school!”
  • “I’m just saying, is it illegal if I’m in my OWN pool?”
  • “(name) WAS A BITCH-ASS POSER.”
  • “Oh no, he’s hot when he’s sad!”
  • “This reminds me of prison. This reminds me of prison. This DEFINITELY reminds me of prison.”
  • “Look at that little pimp. He’s gonna grow up to be a prison ass mothafucka.”
  • “Let’s skip all the fluff and get to the part where we’re shirtless.”
  • “Homeboy looks like shark week, I ain’t messin’ with that.”
  • “It wasn’t a dream! We got arrested for trespassing! We went to JAIL!”
  • “Nah, man, we went to holding. There’s a big difference.”
  • “Yeah now we owe Easter Dave a favor– that is NOT a position you wanna be in.”
  • “Wouldn’t we have seen him around by now? I mean he is a bipedal shark-person.”
  • “I’VE GOT MACE!”
  • “Was macing us really necessary AFTER you remembered who we were?!”
  • “You took the fall for me and I said thank you.”
  • “I went to jail!”
  • “I spent 6 months at a correctional facility!”
  • “I stabbed a girl in the yard!”
  • “I think that guard you killed had a family!”
  • “Look at that majestic ass mothafucka. Like a dolphin or some shit. A dolphin with legs… and arms… and a jet pack.”
  • “That’s how they do it in Australia.”
  • “20 bucks on jabber jaws.”
  • “Hey, man did you TiVo Glee last night?”
  • “I’m not allowed to watch Glee, my dad says it might turn me into something bad. A musical theater major.”
  • “Neither one of them even died!”
  • “They won’t let me back into sewing club because apparently when I threaten someone with sewing needles it’s deemed ‘inappropriate’ and I 'have to leave’.”
  • “I have to tumblr this!”
  • “A guy with emotional issues who swims away his problems? Lady, that’s the whole team, you’re gonna have to be more specific.”
  • “I ship them! And them!”
  • “They hate each other, but they also fuck each other!“
  • “Hey, we try not to get this part of the gym wet so whatever you’re doing is gonna have to stop.”
  • “So do you wanna come back to my place, listen to some Dave Matthews, and talk about my work out routine?”
  • “I wonder if that stuff I hid is still here? … Nah, cops probably took it.”
  • “Do you know? Do you know for sure? Because I don’t need another incident.”
  • “If I get out of this chair, I guarantee you’ll end up in one with wheels.”
  • “Okay. I’ll admit, I’m a little threatened.”
  • “‘Sup bitches!~”
  • “Aren’t you that guy who drowned a kid? And burned down that building?”
  • “Get back to it before you learn a lesson in post-war, urban torture practices.”
  • “Remember, snitches get stitches!”
  • “Shut up, you’re high as balls!”
  • “You’re just mad because mom and dad thought you were a girl for the first year of your life.”
  • “Right, son. And speaking of crushing disappointments—”
  • “Coach tried to get me to vandalize a police station again.”
  • “Good thing I wore my Heelies.”
  • “He’s so hot but so crazy! Which makes him even MORE hot!”
  • “Come on, let me get those digits baby!”
  • “It should be illegal to be that fine!”
  • “Oh, just basic addition and subtraction. He was subtracting from my profits so I’m going to add a few extra holes in him.”
  • “This doesn’t seem like the time for polka-renditions of Ke$ha songs.”
  • “I hate it when you leave but I love watching you go.”
  • “Yeah, I’ve seen him. He’s in my scrapbook class. He cuts the eyes out of magazine photos.”
  • “Your arrest record is extensive… and amateur.”
  • “I want that boy to be my bride!”
  • “Pilates will do that, man, works your core.”
  • “What are we waiting for? Let’s go bro! Let’s g’bro!”
  • “Wow, you sure said that.“
  • “WOOP! WOOP! Hold it, I’m gonna have to pull you over for exceeding recommended hotness.”
  • “One time, we went camping in the woods, I just left 'em there. Nobody found them for like 5 days. I don’t even think their families cared, kinda sad, really.”
  • “So, what you’re saying is, if they disappeared, no one would notice?”
  • “Well I’ve gotta go not talk to you anymore.”
  • “I learned how to swim the old fashioned way. When I was five my dad took me out to a lake and tossed me right in the water.”
  • “I’m so happy right now! — And it’s not just ‘cause I get to see you in a bunch of different swimsuits. Okay, I lied, I’m sorry, that’s mostly the reason.”
  • “Hey, I know you! You helped me smuggle some stuff out of the country! How’ve you been, kid?”
Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”


“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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anonymous asked:

What about headcanons for Jack or Gabe watching their s/o dote on baby Fareeha, and they start imagining a future where they could have a little family? This could be fluff or angst, hit me with what you got my dude. 👌😩

It’s gonna be fluffy cause I got a rather angsty one to write later! I wrote little drabbles instead because I thought it would be easier to portray. I hope that’s okay! 

Requests are open!

Gabriel Reyes

Gabe watches you as you lift baby Fareeha over your head and make airplane noises as you move around the room with her. Her laughs and shrikes filled the room with happiness as you have the biggest smile on your face that Gabriel has ever seen. Ana had asked the two of you to watch her for the day as she had some errands to run. You accepted the task gleefully since you love babies and Fareeha was no exception. But as Gabe watched you play with her, his heart twanged with want. The two of you never explicitly talked about starting a family together but he knew he wanted one. Seeing you so happy, he knew now was the time to ask.

Gabe crosses the room towards you as you bring Fareeha back down and hold her to your hip. He wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you from behind before placing a small kiss on the back of your neck.

You give him a small chuckle before speaking, “Fareeha, say hello to Uncle Gabe.” She doesn’t do anything other than make little baby noises and thrash her little arms up and down.

“Hello Fareeha,” he tells her as he leans over you to place a small kiss on top of her head before resting his chin on your shoulder.

“She’s so cute!”

“She is but you know who would be even cuter?”


“Our baby.”

“Gabe, are you being serious right now?”

“I am. She would have your eyes and my curly hair.”

“Our baby would be a girl?”

“I like to think our first one would be.”

“You want multiple kids?”

“If that’s alright with you.”

“Of course it is!” Gabe kisses the back of your neck again before lightly grinding into your backside. “Honey, I appreciate your enthusiasm but we need to wait for Ana to pick up Fareeha.”

“I know. I just want you to get prepared for the best loving of your life.”

“Challenge accepted mister,” you tell his as you turn your head to give him a proper kiss. He deepens it by pulling you completely against him before running his hands down your body, giving your ass a playful squeeze. You let out a small giggle. “We’re gonna be a family!”

“We’re gonna be a gorgeous one.”

Jack Morrison

 Ana had asked you and Jack to watch Fareeha for a couple days while she was away on a mission. It had been some of the most fun Jack could remember having in a long time. It felt great taking care of her, and playing with her and getting to make up bed time stories so she could fall asleep but the fun was coming to an end since Ana was due back on base in a couple hours.

The three of you were spending the last little bit of your babysitting time together at a park. Jack was watching you chase Fareeha around on the grass, pretending to not be able to catch her. Your and her laugh and giggles filled Jack’s ears and made his heart swell. Seeing you chase her around, with a giant smile on your face made Jack want to start a family with you. The two of you had talked about it before but it wasn’t the right time since it was during the omnic war but now the war was over. He was always busy being the strike commander but a family is something he wanted for a long time and he knew you did too.

Jack runs over to the two of you and picks up Fareeha as she’s running away from you, looking to see if you’re still behind her.

“Got you!” He exclaims excitedly before spinning her around. She giggles as he does so and her little laugh could melt even the toughest men in Overwatch. When Jack finally stops spinning her, she reaches out to you for a hug. Where you accept her into your arms and give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Can we keep her?” You pout to Jack.

“Do you really want to fight Ana for her baby?”

“On second thought, I’ll pass.”

“Good idea but I have a better idea.”

“What’s that?”

“Why don’t we have one of our own?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Seeing how much fun and enjoyment we’ve had the past couple days is making me wish we had started sooner.”

“We didn’t for some very good reasons.”

“But now the war is over. So, what do you say?”

“Yes, of course! Jack Morrison, I will have your babies.” Jack leans in and gives you a quick but passionate kiss before Fareeha lets out a little gurgle and a stinky smell passes your nose. “Oh, I think we better get this one back to base so I can change her diaper.”

“Don’t worry darling, I got this one.”

Jack takes Fareeha out of your arms and places her on his hip so he can hold her with one hand and hold your hand with the other before the three of you walk back to base.

Hoseok’s runaway daughter. Pt.3.5 Alternate End- Sensitive

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3END] [pt.3END(Y/N’s p.o.v)] [pt.3.5:AlternateEnd]

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Hoseok’s p.o.v

The body - the body they told me to confirm wasn’t her. I ran out of the morgue and kept looking for Y/N. I didn’t stop searching for her. I couldn’t stop, I won’t stop until I find her. I allowed my own thoughts to run around like crazy, thinking of the worst case scenarios I could. I got in my car and started to drive, if she was going to die, where would she go? I asked myself that so many times. She left the house with no extra clothes, no money, no nothing, just her phone which was completely useless since I couldn’t have her number traced - where could she have possibly gone?

 After finding out that the body I saw ten minutes ago also committed suicide by jumping into Han River, I immediately went to look for her there. I drove and looked intently at the surroundings, until I saw her. I saw her sitting on the railings, her hood was pulled up but I can recognise her anywhere. I pulled over where I could and got out the car, rushing in her direction.

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Request: ‘Hey! I wondered if I could request 47,42,60 with the song Express by Christina Aguilera’ 

Lyrics are in italics and so are the prompts

Genre: Fluff, Burlesque

WARNINGS: Dirty minded HYDRA agent, non descriptive pole dancing,  Bucky being charming, Avengers out for the night, Reader being flawless (because you are) 

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“Remind me again why we let our youngest Avenger do this?” Tony was heard through the com. 

“Because I’m the only one who knows how to do it, Tin Man.” You responded while walking in the burlesque bar, wearing a casual outfit of jeans and a loose t-shirt. “And because I’ve been bored out of my mind without any missions.”

Walking a good twenty paces behind you were Steve and Bucky, dressed in fancy office wear clothing to blend in so they’d look like they were average customers. You flicked your hair back before discreetly pointing towards the bar so the two super soldiers would sit there and would be able to watch the target’s moves. The guy you were there to get information from, worked for HYDRA and hang out a lot at the place and his name was Victor Slakov. Slakov always took a ‘lucky’ stripper home and you were hoping you were the one tonight. 

Tony and Clint were dressed up in a tuxedo each to match the dress code for the VIP zone, quietly scanning the club below for the target, and commenting on clientele patterns. Bruce was staying by the quinjet in case he couldn’t keep his cool.

“Remember why you weren’t allowed in a mission for so long?” Natasha spoke. She got the bartender job for the night along with Wanda since they both knew their way around a bar. 

“Just because I was telling the truth he tried to shoot me. I don’t see how that was my fault.” 

“You say that like you only corrected his times.” Wanda talked this time, making you roll your eyes as you were entering your dressing room. You said your hello to your boss and locked the door. 

As you were changing Clint spoke up. “You know this is the most we’ve been told about that mission. What happened?” 

You smirked as you shimmied off your sports bra and swapped it for the top half of the lingerie set. “I told the French President’s head of security that I wear heals bigger than his dick whilst we were under heavy fire.”

You changed your bottom half and looked at yourself in the mirror. The lingerie set complimented your body perfectly and to be honest you looked even more flawless than you already were. Nobody was used to seeing you like this, all dolled up. Of course they wouldn’t see you in your underwear only, but they almost never saw you with make up on or with a different hairstyle other than your basic stylish messy ponytail. It made them wonder how you could be so beautiful already, and what you’d look like all dressed up. Well, this was the night they’d find out. 

“Y/N are you dead?” Clint said through the com, shaking you out of your trance. 

“You wish.” You smiled at yourself in the mirror and you were certain he heard the smirk in your voice and his eye roll was audible. 

Not really.”

The song was rolling to a close which signified it was your turn to show up. You made your way to the dancefloor through the five second blackout and walked slowly over to the pole. 

It’s a cold and crazy world, raging outside.

You swang yourself around on the pole to get a feel for it after being away from it for so long. 

Well baby me and all my girls are bringing on the fire.

Turning your head to the left you saw Tony and Clint with a shocked look on their faces. Tony took off his FRIDAY moderated glasses and was struggling to keep his jaw from touching the floor, whilst Clint’s open mouth turned into a smirk.

Show a little leg, gotta shimmy your chest. 

 Natasha and Wanda were watching your hips swaying to the beat before you grinded back against pole, throwing a wink their way. 

It’s a life, it’s a style, it’s a need, it’s Burlesque. 

You glimpsed over to Steve and Bucky, as you climbed the pole and leant back removing your hands from the pole; their eyebrows raised and mouths turning up slightly in a smirk, boosting your confidence up to where it needed to be. You flipped and spun yourself around the pole, way up from the floor.

E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex

Ladies no regrets. 

E-X-P-R-E-S-S, love, sex

Ladies no regrets.

You gave a wink to the dancer to your right. Your focus was then on the guy you were originally here for, Victor Slakov. He was seated in the front, right in front of your pole and your big sultry eyes never left his tired and red ones. 

Been holding back for quite some time and finally the moment’s right.

You danced to the music, doing your flips and aerobatics on the pole, silently praising yourself for taking those classes. 

I love to make the people stare

“Guys are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Tony said, his mouth never really closing from the moment you showed up. 

They know I’ve got that certain savour-faire

“Oh sweet Jesus. I’m about two and a half drinks away from being gay.” Natasha was the one to speak this time. 

“I’m already gay for her.” Wanda whispered loud enough for the comms to broadcast it so everyone in the team could hear.  

Fasten up

Can you imagine what would happen if I let you get close enough to touch.

“Come on t-team, we’re here f-for Slakov; no other r-reasons.” Steve stuttered. 

Step into the fantasy

Tony snorted. “Speak for yourself, Captain.” He muttered into his glass.

You’ll never want to leave, baby that’s guaranteed

“My, my Y/N.” Bucky whispered.


Teasingly, you licked your lips and and made eye contact before winking at the soldier. Unfortunately, you couldn’t play around with the guys anymore since you were making your way down the dancefloor and over to Victor.

It’s a passion, and emotion, it’s a fashion, Burlesque

It’ll move you, goin’ through you, so do I what I do, Burlesque

All ladies, confident, flaunt it boys throw it up if you want it

You continued to strut your way, swinging your hips till you were seated in his lap.

Can you feel me, can you feel it? It’s Burlesque.

I tease them till they’re on the edge

You gave him an, explicit, lap dance until you were seated comfortably on Slakov’s lap facing forward. 

You rolled your hips once more for good measure. You arched your back against him and wrapped a hand around his and brought your lips level to his. 

“You know,” You snapped those hips slightly, feeling him hard beneath you. “These aren’t the only tricks I have.” 

He smirked and responded in a gravelly voice. “There’s a room upstairs with my name on it; I would love to see any other tricks you have.” He punctuated his statement with a squeeze of your hips. You slipped languidly off his lap and he stood, taking your hands in his and climbing up the stairs. 

You winked to Steve, making sure the team knew that you were successful. There were ‘fuck’ rooms on the floor above, for when a customer liked what they saw and the dancer did. Entering the room he had reserved, he spun you around and onto the bed. He trailed open mouthed kissed down your jawline. Deciding to get this over with, in the blink of an eye you flipped him over so you could straddle him and pulled the knife that had been in his blazer pocket out. 

“You always carry this with you?” You asked in a playful voice, idley twirling It around your fingers. 

“I keep it just in case of some… difficulties occuring.” He watched mesmerised as you switched hands. 

“What sort of difficulties, sir?” You were going to be teasing the hell out if him until you got the information you and the team came for.

He smirked. “My job doesn’t come without risks, DC’s a dangerous place.” 

You widened your eyes innocently. “DC? I know DC well; where about’s?”

“Palisades? Heard of it, kitten?” He gave you a dirty smirk and you refrained from shuddering in disgust.

“Yes, sir.”

He bucked his hips into yours involuntarily, causing you to smirk; you were good when you wanted to be and damn, did you know it.

“Potomac Avenue is where I was earlier, baby girl.”

“Thank you sir, for your help.” You purred with your voice low before rocking forwards and pressing the knife to his throat before pulling a cable tie for his wrists. “Now, sir, if you don’t mind.”

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The ride on your way to the tower was silent, as you had gotten rid of Slakov to the federal agents there for retrieval. There worst part of it all now was that you could feel all of your team mates’ eyes boring into you, and since you didn’t have time to change back to the clothes you arrived with, your were still wearing the lingerie with a short length silk gown which barely covered your behind because it was the only thing you could grab before storming out once you got all the info you needed. 

“If you guys don’t get your eyes off me I’m going to be in with a serious chance of crashing the quinjet.” You chuckled slightly, uneasy at just how much attention they were giving you despite the silence.

“How did you do that?” Tony asked from the seat directly behind you, next to Natasha. 

“Do what?” You questioned, looking back over your left shoulder to look at him. Bucky from beside you in the seat next to the pilot’s answered your question. 

“He’s talking about the fact, Y/N, that you look so innocent around us, wearing Steve’s and mine sweaters and having your hair up but just magically turned into a sex bomb out there, dressed in lingerie with your hair down.” 

You smirked whilst shrugging. “It’s just part of the package, Barnes.” 

“Mind showing me the whole package in my room tonight, doll?” Bucky whispered so only you could hear.

“God, your charm just doesn’t stop does it?; that was smooth, James.” A sultry tone slid off your tongue without you thinking about it. 

Bucky subtly crossed his legs at you tone. The men laughed at his predicament whilst you chuckled with Wanda and Natasha.

“Don’t you even for a second think I didn’t notice all of your guys’ boners.” All of the guys stopped immediately, too embarrassed to even move leaving the girls to be the only ones left laughing. “Or that I didn’t hear the conversation on the comms earlier.” 

You were the only one left grinning to yourself as the tower came within sight.

Busted and Blue Theory

Let me explain how Busted and Blue is about Noodle:

I first got the hint at the concert when the visuals throughout the whole song was phase four Noodle looking back at everything she had been through during the other phases. Then I went back and looked at the lyrics and put the pieces together.


“I was asked by a computer
A shadow on the wall
An image made by Virgil
To rule over us all
To amplify the sirens
And to find real amends
I’m through the echo-chambers
To other worlds away”

I believe this certain set of lyrics was written bc she finally remembered her past life as a child solider and remember everything those people had planned for her and those other children to do.

Example #2:

“Where do they come from?
The wires that connect to us
Weightless and fall on your body
‘Til we’re invisible
I’m with you throughout it, choose
Busted and blue”

Noodle is looking back on when she first joined Gorillaz and she’s questioning how such a miracle was about to happen. I mean think about it. Murdoc, a selfish jailbird that seemed to only be out for the fame, 2D, a half wit that acted like a zombie most of the time, and Russel, a traumatized guy from NY, took in a little Japanese girl that had no idea how to speak English and had no idea about anything in her past joined the band and made a family out of them. Without Noodle, they might not have been the family we’ve come to know and love.

Example #3:

“All my life
All my life
Beam a light on me
I am a satellite
And I can’t get back without you
Be my love
Be my love
Be my light
Be my light”

In the chorus Noodle’s taking about how she’s grown and can finally step back and see the sacrifices the band has made for her. She was always the little girl, the baby, but now it’s her turn to save them from their demons. Noodle isn’t their little baby girl anymore.

Theory created by @all-gorillaz-imagines

The Ringing In My Ear

I remember the day I started to lose my hearing. I remember it because two things had happened the day before; I’d received a particularly painful numbing injection at the dentist’s office prior to having some work done and my daughter was raped and left for dead in a dumpster just outside her college campus.

We got the call at 4 AM. Being woken like that, by a shrill ringing in the otherwise still and quiet dark, is something no one should have to experience. You know before you pick up that something has happened, that something life changing is about to be dropped in your lap, and all you can do is answer.

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There are Monsters 

Characters: Dean x Reader, Emmary (Child OFC), Charlie (Child OMC), Sam

Warnings: fluff, brief angst

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic SIXTEEN. The line was, “As long as I’m around, nothing bad is gonna happen to you.”  requested by @amanda-teaches . It will be highlighted in the fic. I combined it with a gif submitted by the lovely @chaos-and-the-calm67.  Hope you enjoy it!  Thanks for celebrating with me! Warning: I’ve been sick all day and can’t be blamed for its awfulness. It’s hardly edited or anything. Blah! Whatever… fluff away.

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Jughead Jones x Reader: Seniors with Jr’s

Can you do an imagine we’re the reader and jughead are dating and they have their own place but still go to high school and the reader is pregnant and there’s a lot of fluff when the baby comes

A/N: This one was interesting to write only because I have vowed to myself to never have children (My opinion only, everyone has their own), but my sister is pregnant so I see pregnancy firsthand at the moment and I have had young friends and family get pregnant throughout their high school years, so I hope I did justice to the person who wanted it and the readers. Coming up with the title was a little tough, but I think it’s cute, hopefully you can enjoy the pun in it. 

Words: 1400

Summary: Jughead x Reader are with child juggling life in high school.
Spoilers: There will be a Jughead Jr (Girl/Boy you decide) in this fanfic world. 

Warnings: It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this, it was only a kiss… lol ok I’m done.

It was your senior year in Riverdale High and you had been going out with infamous, brooding writer Jughead Jones The Third. You two were madly in love, but your parents didn’t approve of the relationship that much. By sophomore year you knew about Jughead’s family problems and homelessness, so you both found jobs. You worked at Pops as a waitress and after they tore down the Twilight Drive-In Jughead found a job at the comic store and you guys made enough to move into an apartment at Riverdale. The landlord knew both of since you were small, so he cut your bills and gave you leeway in your payments since he now knew about your condition. You were pregnant and soon the world would be blessed with a baby mixed yours and Jughead’s genes.

It had been a rough last couple of months since you were bound to pop in a week from now. The teachers at school helped you by giving your work to Jughead or your friends to take home so you could rest.

You hadn’t talked to your parents since you moved out and that devastated you, but you loved Jughead and as hard as the decision was, you had to choose to follow your future. They knew you got pregnant and soon they began to ignore your phone calls altogether. You missed them dearly and the occasional talking you had over the phone, but when you revealed to them you were expecting; the phone was no longer answered.

“Hey Babe” Jughead called out as you left your thoughts “Betty, Arch, Ron, and Kevin are coming over later to see you” he pointed out as he got near you to plant you a kiss.

“How was your day at school sweetheart?” You mocked Jughead with a smirk on your face.

“If you must know, Fridays are a good day because that means I come home to you” Jughead replied to you while sitting next to you on the couch and taking your hand “and I don’t have to deal with those neanderthals for two days” he says while planting a kiss on your palm and rubbing his palm on your baby bump.

Later there was a knock on the door.

“I’ll get it” Jughead spoke and you smiled.

“Hey Guys!” you called out from the couch.

“Oh my god (Y/N) look at your belly!” Betty called out “You’re glowing.”

“I can’t believe we are going to become aunts” Veronica praised.

“Whatever, everyone know I’m going to be the cool uncle” Kevin declared.

“Where do I put the bags?” Archie questioned as they left him alone with the goodies, they were going to cook in a while.

“Just put them on the counter Arch” Jughead answered, so he did and went near you.

“Jesus, (Y/N) you are going to have a mini you and Jug and it’s just hitting me” Archie remembered as he motioned to you if he could touch you baby bump and you nodded.

“It moved, I bet you it just high fived me, see it prefers me” Archie declared.

“I’m pretty sure it will prefer me any day Arch” Jughead spoke out and the whole room started laughing.

You helped Betty prep the dinner, chicken parmesan with pasta on the side. 

As you all gathered around the table you ate, and laughed. You couldn’t help but smile at the wonderful friends who had become your family. Though you frowned at that thought, you tried shaking it off, but Betty caught it.

“What’s wrong (Y/N)? Is the baby kicking hard?” She asked as she put her hand against your belly and gave you questioning look.

“You guys are amazing” you called out, “you guys are now the only family I have left” you lamented while squeezing Jughead’s hand.

They all gave you a smile as they stood up and gave you and Jughead a group hug.

The next morning you woke up to Jughead getting dressed.

“Hey Jug, I didn’t know you had work today” you stated trying to get up as he helped you up.

“They called a while ago, need me to come in, I said yes because we need the money” He answered you with a smile on his face.

“Okay, babe, have a good day” you replied kissing his cheek on your way to the bathroom to wash your teeth.

“You two babe” Jughead smiled and gave you a kiss on your forehead and one on you belly as he exited the apartment.

Little did you know, since he saw you miserable yesterday when you mentioned family, he went out to talk to your parents.

“Hell- o” your father stated as he opened the door revealing Jughead.

“Hello Mr. (Y/L/N), I was just wondering if I could talk to you and your wife real quick” Jughead responded.

Your father opened the door and motioned Jug inside.

“Who was that honey?” Your mother asked as she stepped out of the kitchen to unveil Jughead.

“Jughead would like to speak with us (Y/M/N)” as he leaded Jughead and your mom to the living room.

“What do you need to say Jughead” your father recalled.

“(Y/N) is due next week, and she really misses you guys” Jughead let out “I know, I know you guys didn’t approve of us and now she is pregnant and that probably doesn’t help, but” Jughead was cut off by your mom.

“Jug, I know my daughter loves you, and I can see you love her back; but she is the one that decided to leave and get knocked up” She spilled.

“I see that Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N), but I just wanted to come and say is that she loves you guys and when you are ready to come back into her life we will be waiting with our arms wide open” Jughead reassured them as he walked towards the door and your father followed suit.

“Take care of our baby girl Jug” your father requested as he moved his hand towards Jughead to shake and Jughead shook it and nodded leaving your old home.

As he was opening the door to the apartment you surprised him.

“Jughead! Where were you?!” you yelled “I called work and they said you weren’t there” you questioned.

“Oh- oh- my god (Y/N), you were due next week, I am so sorry!” he protested grabbing your hand and taking you to the car because your water just broke.
“Where are you going Jug?” You asked him as he was making his way back to the apartment.

“To get the baby stuff” he proposed.

“Oh Jug” you smiled “The stuff is already in the car, now get in” you pointed out, so he did and drove you to the hospital.

Soon they got you into a room, and Jughead called all your friends.

You gave birth to a beautiful baby (Girl/Boy you decide).

“Look at what we made Juggie” you exulted as he kissed you in the lips.

“Where were you today Jug?” you questioned him again as your friends entered your room to see the baby.

“Oh my god!” Veronica and Betty praised.

“I want to carry it first” all your friends rejoiced in sync and you smiled and you all chuckled which soon was interrupted as your parents came in the room.

“What are you two doing here?” You asked your parents as they closed the door to your room and Betty took the baby in her hands and all your friends frowned at her.

“Jug went to talk to us this morning” your mother answered and you turned to look at Jug and smiled at him and mouthed a ‘thank you’ at him as he took your hand and smiled back.

“We didn’t want to be the terrible parents who gave up on our daughter who moved on with her life for someone she really loves and is going to start her new family with” your mother continued.

“I am not giving you up that easily (Y/N/N)” your dad finished as they both went up to you and hugged you and pecked a kiss on your cheeks.

“How did you know I had the baby already?” You commented.

“You have wonderful friends” your father clarified as you turned at your friends who had smiles plastered on their faces and you couldn’t believe the people you had been blessed with.

Tag: @sgarrett49 @oharchiekinz

Sam’s voicemail

This was 100% inspired by @jpadjackles one shot ‘Austin’ It sparked something inside of me and now I can’t stop thinking of fluffy voicemail prompts. Here’s a few.. 

“hey, this is sam, I can’t come to the phone right now, probably because I’m with my girl” *a voice is heard in the backround* “you did not just say that you massive douchebag” *Sam laughs* “So, er, leave a message after the tone.”

“hey, you’ve called Sam Winchester, I can’t speak to you right now, so leave a message after the tone. If this is Y/N, I love you baby. If this is Dean, go screw yourself, at least I have a girlfriend.”

“hi this is Sam, I can’t come to the phone right now because I’m getting married to the love of my life. Call me back in 3 months when I’m back from Hawaii.”

“hey, you’ve reached sam winchester, this is his wife speaking. if this is about hunting, you can hang up now, he’s not doing that anymore.“

“hey, this is Sam, I can’t come to the phone right now because I’m with my family. Leave a message after the tone.” *a small yell is heard from far off* “DADDY” *Sam chuckles and ends the recording.*

Suspended // Monty De La Cruz x Reader

Number 10 from my prompt list for Monty De La Cruz; “I’m having a life crisis right now stop laughing at me.”

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Italics are flashbacks (F/f) is favorite flavor.


Part Two


“Hannah?” (Y/n) looked at the girl who had tears running down her face in the empty bathroom,“ What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“Oh (Y/n) hey,” Hannah wiped the tears away,“ No yeah I’m fine just a little tired.”

“Honey you’re crying in the bathroom alone you’re anything but fine,” (Y/n) frowned,“ The last time I did this was- well I think that’s a story for another time.. Now tell me what’s wrong my little Baker.”

“You know that photo that was spread out, it was Courtney and I. She got scared and now she told Montgomery of all people that it was Laura and I who even had a three ways with guys and asked Courtney for one! She even told him that I let Justin finger me and had sex with him,” She looked at (Y/n) with more tears filling in her eyes,“ She’s making me the school slut and I just tried to be her friend…”

“Listen up Hannah,” (Y/n) hugged her tightly,“ I’m going to tell you horrible things about Montgomery and Courtney because I know they’ll make you laugh. Because they aren’t sure as hell not worth your tears. You are a beautiful woman who was just wronged by many.”

“How do you have embarrassing stories of them?” Hannah asked as (Y/n) passed her a paper towel.

“I’ve known Courtney since kindergarten, we were never good friends but you know, I still saw her a lot of times,” (Y/n) paused and pursed her lips,“ I’ve known Montgomery my whole life, our parents are best friends and we’re neighbors.”

“Sounds like something that would lead to a love story in a book,” Hannah chuckled.

“Ew no never he is such an asshole and I have to hang out with him at least one two weeks for a while because our family dinners,” The (h/c) haired girl rolled her eyes,“ But we were close when we were younger, you know best friends. He told me everything and I told him everything. Like how he pissed his bed until he was ten.”

“You’re joking?” Hannah laughed, tears of laughter starting to replace the sadness.

“Nope he even wrote it in his diary which he keeps in the back of his closet,” (Y/n) giggled.

“Miss. (Y/n) the office called you,“A dressed up woman handed her a slip as she walked by.

(Y/n) nodded and made her way to the office, pursing her lips as she saw the scruffy Monty and beat up Alex. She already knew what happened. She walked to the front desk and gave the woman the slip.

“Mr. Porter is waiting for you over there,” the woman pointed to where the two boys were.

“Thank you ma'am,” (Y/n) whispered while flashing a polite smile and leading herself to the back where she met the boys and teachers.

“Miss (Y/n),” Mr. Porter nodded at her and talked to her separately,“ Your friend-”

“He’s not my friend he’s my parent’s friend’s son,” (Y/n) cut him off,“ But I’ll talk to him and see what he was thinking.”

It’s been like that since they were little, Monty getting angry and (Y/n) calming him down.

“I’ll send him in,” The teacher sighed and left the room. A few seconds later Montgomery entered and shut the door behind him. He slid down into the chair and (Y/n) glared at him.

“Stop getting into so many fights and being so stupid,” (Y/n) stated bluntly,“ I’m tired of coming here constantly to calm you down, Montgomery.”

“It wasn’t my fault (Y/n),” He rolled his eyes,“ Alex went bat shit crazy. I admit I was going a bit fast but then he started yelling at me and I got mad…”

“So you started a fight? Typical Montgomery, what’s your mom going to say to you?” (Y/n) raised her eyebrow.

“You can get them to not suspend me or anything right?” Monty asked the girl, his knee bouncing at what his mother would say to him.

“I can’t do anything this time,” She shrugged,“ They’re probably just going to tell the Honor’s Board to sort it out because they don’t want to fix problems that students like you cause.”

“Students like me?” Monty asked, looking at her.

“You know, dick bags, assholes, your jock friends,” (Y/n) pushed hair out of her face,“ Bullies.”

“I’m not a bully,” Monty protested, standing up with a clenched fist.

“Remember the winter dance you made a girl cry, Hannah Baker. You always pushed away anyone who tried to get close to me when we were younger because I was your only friend, but then you left me when highschool started. You fight anything that moves near you and you always get the office to call me to help you,” (Y/n) scolded him,“ You need to fix yourself. You’re going to get in trouble because of this fight.”

“Dollar valentine?” (Y/n) raised her eyebrow at Hannah and Clay,“ I mean I signed up for it but I didn’t really get anyone good.”

She filled the bucket with popcorn and smiled at the customer,“ Thank you and enjoy your movie!”

“I didn’t expect you two to sign up for it, who’d you get,” (Y/n) asked the two.

“I didn’t get anyone good,” A flash of disgust crossed Hannah’s face,“ I even got Bryce. I’m sure that’s a mistake.”

“A huge one,” Clay laughed,“ Who’d you get (Y/n)?”

“Well my number two was Jeff Atkins, he was the only decent one,” (Y/n) trailed off as the named boy walked to the counter, arm around a girl,“ And he asked out another girl.”

“Sorry loser,” Jeff laughed,“ Popcorn please.”

“Coming right up,” (Y/n) sent him a smile and walked to the popcorn machine as the other teens stayed in a conversation.

“Here’s your popcorn enjoy your movie,” (Y/n) smiled awkwardly as she noticed the tense atmosphere.

“Thanks (Y/n),” Jeff nodded and sent a look to Clay.

“What happened?” (Y/n) whispered to Clay as Hannah left Crestmont.

“She’s going on a date with Marcus,” Clay whispered as he ripped a paper apart.

“I told you! You should’ve asked her out before she got away,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes, before pulling out her phone,“ Hold on I’ve got to take this, you can man the counter by yourself right?”

Clay nodded and shoo'ed her away. (Y/n) walked out and checked the caller ID. ‘Montgomery Del La Cruz’ popped up with a photo of them as kids.

“Monty what’s wrong?” (Y/n) asked as she answered the phone.

“Okay you’ve got to meet me at Rosie’s,” Monty rushed out,“ Just meet me here asap.”

“Wait Montgomery I’m at work,” (Y/n) started before getting cut off by the phone call ending.

She sighed and walked back to the counter and grabbing her bag,“ Clay gotta go emergency I guess?”

“You guess?” Clay raised an eyebrow.

“Montgomery called emergency apparently,” She rolled her eyes.

“Great Hannah’s going on a date there and you are too,” He muttered,“ Go have fun.”

“Okay it’s not a date,” (Y/n) rolled her eyes and started to leave,“ Bye Clay.”

As she entered Rosie’s she looked around before looking for the freckled boy who was sipping on a vanilla milkshake in the corner. She made her way over and found a plate of french fries and her favorite (F/f) milkshake.

“So what’d you call me down here for?” (Y/n) asked as she sat in the chair,“ Thanks for the shake. You remembered my favorite flavor?”

“I mean that’s all you ordered when we were younger,” He placed his head on the table,“ I called you here for a reason.”

“Well what was your reason?” (Y/n) sipped on her milkshake, swiftly taking a few french fries.

“This was my reason,” Monty slid over the dollar valentine to her, with number one saying (Y/n) (L/n).

“Montgomery,” (Y/n) started before getting cut off by Hannah’s yell at Marcus.

(Y/n) rushed over to Hannah,“ What happened?”

“He- He touched me?” Hannah whispered out to her as Marcus raised his hands in defense.

“Marcus…” (Y/n) glared at him and raised her hand,“ You’re such a prick,” the room went silent as she slapped him.

“What the hell was that?” Marcus got in her face, his fists clenched.

“I would back off,” Monty pushed him away from (Y/n) and got in between them.

“Whatever I’m leaving,” Marcus rolled his eyes at them and started to walk away.

“Fucking hell,” Monty muttered as (Y/n) pushed past him and hugged Hannah. He stood besides the table and took out his jeep keys.

“I’ll get my car want me to take you both home?” He asked quietly.

“No I’m good I’ll stay for a bit,” Hannah whispered out.

“Hannah you sure?”

“Yeah my car’s out there anyway,” she let a tear fall,“ Besides you two are on a date.”

“It’s not a date per say,” (Y/n) thought aloud as Monty smiled at her.

“Let’s go,” Monty pulled (Y/n) away.

“Call me if you need anything,” (Y/n) lowered her voice,“ I’ll make Monty beat up anyone who hurts you.”


“You got suspended?” (Y/n) whisper-yelled at Monty,“ What about Alex?”

“He just got a warning,” Monty rubbed his face,“ Jensen freaked out during it was funny as fuck.”

“Monty stop joking around,” (Y/n) snapped,“ You’re got suspended, your mom is going to kill you!”

“You don’t think I know that?” Monty asked her,“ You don’t think I’m pressured because I’m getting suspended because of a fight I didn’t even start. I’m stressed out okay, (Y/n)?”

“Monty,” She sat against the wall next to him.

“That and the fact that one day I was going to confess my feelings to the girl I’ve known my whole life, then everything gets interrupted and I didn’t grow the balls back,” Monty whispered, leaning his head against her shoulder.

“And who’s the girl you have feelings for?” (Y/n) whispered, playing with Monty’s hair.

“You obviously I’ve liked you since I was a baby,” Monty rolled his eyes,“ Everyone knew this.”

(Y/n) started to giggle at him.

“I’m having a life crisis right now stop laughing at me!” Monty protest as he sat up.

“It’s a little funny I mean I was going to call my number one dollar valentine,” (Y/n) whispered.

As she turned her head she was met with his eyes. She smiled and he yanked her towards him, placing his lips on her.

She froze before kissing back.

“What was that,” (Y/n) asked, out of breath.

“A kiss,” He shrugged.

“You’re still getting suspended though…”


Unusual passion.

Word count: 1.645

Request: Yes

Warnings: Violence and pouts

“How are you doing it?”, “You are a girl! It isn’t right!”, “Is your boyfriend afraid of you?” were questions often thrown at you because of your peculiar hobby. Well, according to you, it wasn’t peculiar at all. What’s wrong with a girl loving boxing? Nothing. Maybe you were the only one thinking like that because other people, especially girls, were looking at you like you had three heads. Boys, on the other hand, were fascinated by your courage and determination but there would always be some who would feel intimidated.

One boy though, who was completely content with that activity of yours, was the exception. When Harry found out you were working out in the gym, he thought you were doing the usual exercises; yoga, stretches or the treadmill. When he had joined you at the gym and he saw you moving towards the boxing area, he was bewildered.

“Y/N, where are yeh goin’ love? This is not the right way”, he had chuckled at you and now it was your turn to chuckle.

“But Harry, this is where I am actually going. I am not lost silly boy”, you were so amused with Harry’s reaction that day, that you had felt a bit bad for him.

“Wait. So yeh are tellin’ meh yeh are into boxin? Damn Y/N”, he said and looked at you.

“Go on. You can say that it is not meant for girls and that I am an alien or something. I have heard those things so many times that I won’t be mad at you, I promise”.

“What? I was not goin’ to say this crap. Instead I am goin’ to tell yeh that I admire yeh. And I think it turns meh on too”, he winked at you and you moved closer to him.

“I am glad I have this effect on you. Now let’s work out”.

Deep down, you were relieved that Harry didn’t comment negative things on your sport because the only thing you wanted was someone who would be supportive. You were so bored of all those irrational remarks and you often found yourself feeling frustrated. Since when were people so judgmental? You thought you were living in the 21st century, when people would stand up for what they believe and for what others believe but no. It was another century of superstitions and prejudice.

The major reason why you chose boxing as your sport was the fact that it helped you relax. It eased your nerves. It felt good fantasizing the sack as the prejudice that was still present and you were the one who wrecked it. The sack felt like all those remarks made for you and you simply destroyed them; not because you disliked them but because they weren’t logical. When Harry had asked you what made you choose boxing that was your answer. Nothing else came to mind and nothing else was so close to your feelings. He was amazed. And he tried to show this part of you off the best he could.

“Y/N, are you sure you can eat all of this? Your plate is like a mountain!”, Gemma exclaimed and you laughed to yourself. It was Harry’s birthday and he had booked a table for four people at his favourite restaurant to celebrate.

“That’s true sweetheart. Your stomach will explode”, Anne agreed and you smiled at her.

“Don’t worry about me. I will be fine. Besides, I need protein”, you said and Harry grinned.

“That’s right. Meh girl has trainin’ to do tomorrow”, he said and his mom along with his sister raised their eyebrows.

“Oh what for? Stretching?”, Gemma said, picking up her fork and dropping it some seconds later.

“Boxing actually”, Harry answered nonchalantly and you started eating to avoid the stares.

“Really? Girl, I didn’t know you had it in you! Wow!”, Gemma said and clapped. You were glad she thought it wasn’t a bad decision and you replied.

“Thank you Gem. I really love it. And food”, everyone started laughing and Anne continued.

“It is so good you are doing something so different. It must be refreshing”, she said and her words encouraged you some more.

“You have no idea!”

“Harder!”, your coach yelled at you and you punched the sack more forcefully. Today was gym day so while Harry was lifting those bars, you were doing what you were there to do. Your coach was the definition of exhaustion. He never let you relax while practicing. “We have a twenty minute break for this reason” he would always say.

“One more!”, he yelled again and you punched. You loved the adrenaline and the rush you were getting. It made you realize you were a strong person who embraced their passion.

“I know you can Y/N! Punch!”, your coach persisted and you started punching a bit harder. Sweat was dripping down your face and your body but you couldn’t care less. This was the point of exercising after all.

Harry was finished with his exercising routine so he dropped by your gym area. He couldn’t help but look how passionate and determined you looked while punching and kicking. He did some boxing when he wanted to get in shape back then, but after an injury, he suggested he did something else. It was good to know you liked the same thing he liked some time ago and he cherished this similarity.

“Okay. We are done. Remember; drink a lot of water and of course provide your system with-“

“Protein. Okay coach thanks. See you next time!”, you completed for him and he chuckled. You knew what his next words would be because you had heard them so many times in the past they won’t leave your mind even when you pass away.

You grabbed your towel and wiped your forehead and neck. You were beyond tired and all you wished for, was a long bath and some food.

“Rough day?”, Harry hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head.

“Not really. More like exhausting. I am really worn out.”, you remarked and he smiled.

“What about goin’ home, take a nice shower and eat somethin’? How does that sound?”, Harry offered and you turned around to kiss him.

“Sounds perfect. Wait to pack and off we go”, you said and Harry walked towards the exit of the small room. While you were putting your belongings in your bag, you heard a girl badmouthing someone. Her voice was coming from the next corner and you could perfectly hear what she was saying. Scratch that. What she was yelling about.

“She is a weirdo. I mean I still don’t know why he is with her. He is a keeper whereas she is a psycho who likes punching things. Imagine what she is like at home”, the girl said and you were sure she was talking about you. You lowly chuckled and proceeded to leave the place. You weren’t hurt. Not in the slightest bit. But she kept throwing insults and she said something afterwards, she would regret saying.

“I bet her parents beat her up when she was young and now it must feel like she is getting revenge. It doesn’t surprise me to say the least”, she said and you lost it. She crossed every line there was to cross. Who was she to talk about your parents like that? At this point, you didn’t care that she would understand you heard what she said, but she had it coming. You walked towards her and tapped her shoulder. When the girl noticed your expression, she backed away.

“What did you say about my parents?”, you inquired.

“Are you deaf or something? Since you decided to stay and listen to what I was saying, you might as well listen carefully. I said that they must have beaten you up. I mean since you like boxing so much, they must be monstrously violent and-“. She didn’t get to finish and your fist moved to her face. You were against violence, but when someone was rude about your parents or loved ones, you didn’t care. They had no right to talk about them like that; especially when they knew nothing about them.

“What are you doing psycho?”, the girl shrieked, getting up from the floor and holding her bloody nose.

“If I hear anything else coming from this mouth of yours about my parents, you will regret it for the rest of your life!”, you yelled and you were ready to punch her again if it wasn’t for Harry who had rushed to your side and was trying to hold you back.

“Y/N calm down baby”, you heard Harry say and as you were trying to steady your body, you elbow found Harry’s stomach. When you saw Harry’s pained expression you forgot all about that sickening girl, who needless to say had vanished, and you tried to help Harry.

“Oh my God Harry! Are you alright! I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to!”, you said worried and you grabbed your bottle of water and gave it to Harry.

“Drink a bit and breathe slowly. Are you any better love?”, you said and he looked at you, while drinking from the bottle.

“Yes, baby don’t worry about meh. Thanks fo’ the water. Are yeh okay though? Why did yeh punch that girl? This is not yeh Y/N”, Harry asked and stood up.

“I know, I know but that’s what happens to anyone talking bad about my loved ones. I will tell you all about it when we go home”, you shortly explained and Harry held your hand while exiting the gym.

“Am I included in that category as well?”, Harry questioned grinning and you laughed.

“Weren’t you in pain Styles?”, you playfully avoided the question and kept walking to your house with a pouty Harry.

This is the first time I find myself writing something like this! (I think we can all say so.) Anyways, let me know how you guys liked it and remember that requests are still open. Also, a new piece of writing is coming soon and I am so excited for you guys to read it! Thanks to that anon who requested this and feel free to send more! Happy reading!

7 Years: Part 4

andom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: It’s been 7 years since you walked away from the love of your life.

Warnings: angst, mentions of cheating

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You watch as Bucky visibly stiffen at the sound of the all too familiar voice. The long legged blonde haired woman from his past walks up to your table, “Oh my God! Bucky! Hi!”

Bucky gulps, “H-Hi, Dolores.”

Dolores pouts, “What? No Dot now?”

You clear your throat, “We’ll get going now. Belle has to do her homework and has karate practice later. Come on, sweetie.”

Belle takes one last sip of her milkshake and hugs Bucky, “Bye Daddy!” She hops out of the booth and grabs onto your hand immediately.

As you approached the counter to pay, Wanda came out with Bucky’s order, “Leaving already?”

You nod, “Yeah, errands to run.” You show her the twenty dollar bill and slap it on the counter, “Keep the change. His meal is on me too.”

Wanda frowned, “Okay. Bye, Y/N. Bye Belle.”

“Bye!” Belle yells as she stepped out of the diner with you.

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Dean Ambrose/OC: Your baby isn’t so much a baby anymore, and she has some news to tell you. FLUFFFF. Sequel to Late Night Chat and Meet the Roster.

I wrote this for my lovely anon who’s been so helpful and lovely and nice and I love them a lot and they love my cute lil domestic Dean series so….Here we go. It’s a lil bit different than the other two lmao anyways, here it is.

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Fucking Gallagher





You opened the front door to make your way to school and just as you swing it open White Boy Carl was getting ready to knock on the door “Hey baby you ready for school?” He said gently wrapping his hands around your waist which caused you to stiffen up. Your brother wasn’t the only guy you worried about going back to jail. You squirmed out of him grasp.

“Okay look, I’m doing this for my brother so don’t think you can start playing this charm bullshit on me. I’m not your real girlfriend so fuck all the bitches you want because you’re not crawling into bed with me. Don’t touch me unless you see your ex around, don’t come pick me up at home or in school, I’ll find you. Don’t think I have some crush on you, I’m not these dumb bitches in school and since I’m doing you the favor you do as I say. Got it?” You said poking his chest with your finger “Alright little mama damn, you feisty. I like that in my woman.” He said licking his lips staring you up and down.

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Stretch Marks

(Mature content. Kinda)

“Oh Justin it’s so beautiful here,” I said dropping my luggage running over to look at the view the hotel had provided us. My heart gushed over the view of Punta Cana.
It was beyond breath taking at night and I couldn’t wait to see it in the morning.

“Mhmm and it’s just gonna be,” Justin came up from behind me and wrapped his muscular arms around my stomach,“you and I. All week.” His lips fell to my neck sucking gently. I threw my head back taking in the pleasure. “Give me a kiss,” he demanded.

I turned around moving my lips to his. Opening my mouth hoping for a little more of his taste,I moaned against his mouth when my wish was granted and felt his tongue meet mine so soft and passionate. “Jump,” he mumbled. I did as told and felt Justin walk me over to the bed laying me down carefully. My hands grabbed the hem of his shirt taking it off. Craving for his body I rolled over so I was on top and immediately let my lips attack over his collar bone and pecks. My kisses moved down to his stomach and stopped to unbuckle his pants. After successfully taking them off I moved back to his neck. “Take off your uh,” Justin began but moaned as soon as he felt my tongue roll onto his skin,“take off your shirt baby.” I pulled apart grabbing the hem of my shirt and taking it off slowly. “Always putting on a show for me,” Justin smirked.

I threw my shirt not caring where it went. I leaned down against Justin’s lips and whispered,“only for you babe.” And attached my lips against his. I felt his fingertips reach behind my bra strap successfully unhooking it. His lips left mine to take off my bra completely. Justin’s hands slowly made their way down to the sides of my stomach and stopped on my hips. Gripping them tightly he begins moving me slowly upward and downward on his covered dick. I felt his area twitch against my vagina and felt myself getting wetter by the friction.

“Holy shit.” He moaned. I began moving faster. Feeling my vagina more satisfied with this pace. “Wrap your arms,” Justin breathed,“around my neck. I want to feel all of you,” he muttered. I did as told and gave him a sloppy kiss. I began slightly pouncing on him. I let my lips go from his and whimpered against his ear.

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he said in between moans. I felt Justin buckle his hips directly above mine. I felt myself slow down. the pleasure was too desirable and my legs felt weak. “Don’t give up on me,” Justin demanded and I felt his hands grab my hips again moving our areas against each other.

“Ju-Justin,” I moaned at the feeling.

“That’s right baby. Say it louder for me,” he said and moved my vagina so close with his dick.

He rolled us over so he was on top. “I need to feel you y/n,” Justin begged. “So bad.” His hands reached towards my leggings feeling the hem before slowly pulling down.

“Justin. Wait,” I said trying to catch my breath but he wouldn’t listen. “Justin,” I repeated again hoping to catch his attention but his eyes were fixed on my thong that was slowly being revealed to his greedy eyes. “Justin!” I exclaimed pushing him back.

“What y/n?” He yelled stumbling back. I ignored his question and pulled up my leggings and grabbed my bra hooking it up again. I laid down on the bed facing the ceiling. I felt the bed dip knowing Justin sat down next to me, his back against the bed post. “I’m sorry I yelled at you baby,” Justin apologized running his hands through my hair at a soft motion. “I just don’t get it,” he sighed looking at the television even though it wasn’t on. “We’ve been dating for 4 months and I want to pleasure my princess the way she deserves to be pleasured. But whenever I try you tell me to stop. D-do I make you feel uncomfortable?” He looked down at me. “Do you want to wait until marriage? I can do that. I just need you to tell me-”

“Justin, no it’s none of that,” I interrupted. I sat up and leaned my right shoulder against the bed post getting a view of his side profile.

“Then what is it y/n,” Justin plead for an answer.

“I’m too embarrassed to tell you.”

“You have a std?” Justin looked over at me with wide eyes.

“No you idiot!” I giggled pushing him slightly. “I’m just embarrassed by my stretch marks,” I mumbled looking away not wanting to see his reaction.

It was about two minutes of silence but felt like more. “That’s what this is about?” Justin question. I nodded. “The whole time we’ve been together?” I nodded again. “Where are they located?”

“I have a couple on my ass,” I confessed.

“Baby,” Justin sighed. “Why are you ashamed by them?”

“Cause nobody likes them!” I kinda yelled thinking it was common sense. “I mean i don’t think it’s a big deal,stretch marks are natural. But I was the only one who had them in middle school, high school, even the friends I have now don’t have them. I hate going to the beach or pool knowing that my body will be looked at disgustingly for something I have no control over. ,” I said feeling a little angry. “I remember wanting to join the dance team or cheer team in high school but I never had the guts because they always wore short shorts and I was afraid of people speaking badly of them,” I confessed.

“Do you hate them?” Justin empathized on the you.

I shook my head,“No. I just don’t want anyone talking bad about it. Especially you,” I said and raised my head to look at him.

“Can I see them?” Justin asked with hope in his eyes. It took a while for me to approve but I nodded. I got off the bed and pulled my leggings off completely. I slowly turned around, my heart racing. ‘If he hates it then it’s not meant to be a real man will love my-’ i thought to myself but was cutoff by Justin’s voice. “Goddamn that ass is fat,” Justin exclaimed.

“Justin!” I stumped my leg.

“Woah do that again. Your ass just semi twerked,” Justin beamed.

I turned back around,“you’re missing the point,” I crossed my arms.

“That’s cause I see nothing wrong with your body princess. Come here,” I walked over to where he was seated on the bed. He grabbed my hips and rotated me back around again. His hands roamed my booty. “I think your ass is beautiful. Every tiger has its stripes. And that’s what you are. My little tiger. Rawr.”

“Shut up,” I blushed giggling a little at his cuteness. It wasn’t until I felt Justin kiss one of my cheeks that I felt completely shy all of the sudden. “Stop,” I chuckled backing away.

“What? I’m just showing love to my favorite body. But in all seriousness come here.” Justin patted the space next to him. I sat down close to him and wrapped my arms around his waist looking up to him. “As much as I love your stretch marks my opinion about them doesn’t matter. It should only matter about what you think about them. If you love them, flaunt it. Self love is important y/n. If you’re happy with yourself that’s the only think that should matter. And remember how you said you knew no one around you that had stretch marks?” I nodded my head at his question. “Well a lot of teenage girls spend their time on social media and there can be someone who was just like you ashamed of their beauty marks. You have quite a following on social media and you can post pictures in your bikini or something showing off your marks. So girls like you don’t have to feel bad about themselves. They’ll have you to look up.”

“I really do love you,” I said admiring him. How did I get such a perfect guy. “A lot.”

“I love you too. Everything about you. Don’t be ashamed baby.”

“Now let’s get go back to what we started,” I said giving him a kiss.


End. Hope you guys liked this and if u didn’t fuck you. This ones for my ladies with their beautiful stretch marks. ik it’s hard but u gotta learn to love them life is too short to be thinking about what other bitches have to say. Send request