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“She should cut her nails” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The men of the Justice League tease Batman about the scratches on his back, and the love bites on his chest…Bruce is not amused.

Just a silly fic cause why not. Wrote it in literally fifteen minutes because I was bored, and didn’t proofread (as usual really) so it’s quite meh, hope you’ll still like it though :

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)

I wrote some sort of part two to this, it’s here if you’re interested : “Bruce…sucks !”

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Bruce could feel their gaze on his back. He knew they were smiling like idiots behind him, and he heard them giggle a few times, like goddamned teenagers.

He finally turned around to face his fellow Justice League members, that had been staring at him for the past hour. They were in the men shower room of the headquarter, and the fact that they were all half-dressed made them look even more ridiculous, with their idiotic smile on their faces.

Hell, even J’onn was snickering with them ! Bruce would expect from Clark, Oliver, Barry and maybe Arthur to laugh like nitwits, but J’onn ? He thought he was better than this.

And yet, here he was, grinning at the Batman like a moron.

-What ?

Bruce asked a bit coldly, even though he already knew what was going on.

Clark answered, a sly smile on his stupid handsome face :

-We were just wondering…When did you got those scratches on your back ? Like, which villain inflicted you such terrible wounds ?

Bruce rolled his eyes. By now, Barry and Oliver couldn’t hold their laughter, though the look the Bat gave them stopped them cold in their track. Damn that man could be intimidating, even for them…Bruce, glaring at them, went on :

-Are you guys fifteen ?

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Sophomore Year In Queens Would Include...

Spoilers for Spiderman: Homecoming™ ahead. You have been warned. 

- Summer is over and you’re on your second year of school in Queens.

- Recap: Michelle is still your best friend and still very sarcastic, Ned is still way too into Star Wars, Peter still has a HUGE crush on Liz Allan, you still lo-like Peter aS A FRIEND YUP ONLY AS A FRIEND. 

- Ned in the background: “But yesterday you stared at him for at least-

- *Ned has been tackled to the ground.*

- But onto serious business: the story line 

- Remember Evelyn from when she stuck gum in your hair in freshman year? (if not the first part is in my masterlist) Anyway she came back after summer break and now you’re legit scared to be in the same room as her. She’s all girly and disgustingly nice unless you make her angry, in which case you should switch schools. Now.

- She is now the most popular girl at school. You pissed of the most popular girl in school. What the fuck. Is wrong. With you.

- On a happier note you’re friends with Liz Allan because you met her at meetings for academic decathlon and she is a ray of fucking sunshine which doesn’t happen a lot in high school. 

- Except Liz is friends with Evelyn. How did you find out?

- “Oh, hey (Name)! Meet my other friends. This is Betty, Amanda, Jane, Evelyn-”

- *High Pitched Internal Screaming For Ten Hours (Unlike Pluto Remix ft. You)*

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You Don’t Sound Like You

Summary: Namjoon and Y/N broke up because of his schedules, and his lack of time. A year and a half later, he finds out she has a new boyfriend, and that she has changed completely. Will Namjoon work his way into Y/N’s heart again or will he leave Y/N be?

Word Count: 3015

Song: That Don’t Sound Like You - Lee Brice

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FiyXZhhqWqc

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Girl, I’m glad you called, first heard you talk

It took me a second cause I couldn’t hear your drawl

And that don’t sound like you

No, that don’t sound like you


“Hey Joon, uh, I know you’re busy right now, and you’re probably still at the award show, but I just wanted to call and congratulate you. I’m happy for you and the boys. You did it Joon, you did it.” And with the sound of ruffling and fuzziness, the call ended. Namjoon looked down at his phone, and instantly pressed play again on the voicemail that you had left him.

He listened to it - 2, 3, 4 times. He couldn’t help but think to himself that you sounded different. Almost as if you were tired, there was no excitement in your voice. You sounded too proper, you were trying too hard. He had to keep checking the name, just to make sure it actually was you.

He was used to the screams of sheer excitement you shared with him after he performed, or when they released a new song. He was used to your voice being so loud, that he had to tell you several times to lower it, and even though it never worked, he still loved it.

And now, when he finally hears your voice, when he finally took the time to listen to it - it wasn’t the same.


I know it’s been a while, I don’t mean to pry

But when I asked you if you’re happy I didn’t hear a smile


“Hello?” Namjoon’s eyes went wide, and he set down his wallet that was in his other hand. He was just expecting the call to go to voicemail, but he was in shock when you actually picked up.

“Y/N.” He pressed the phone closer to his ear, to make sure he can hear you and focus on you and nothing around him.

“Hey Joon.” There it is again, your voice. It has no life in it, and it’s bothering him way more than it should be.

“Is everything alright?” He asked, as he leaned forward at the edge of the bed, with his elbows on his thighs.

“Yeah,” you took in a breath and let it out, trying your best to sound happy, because you were right? “Everything’s alright.”

“Thanks for the call, it means a lot.” You nodded your head like he could see you, and you forgot that you had to use your voice.

“Yeah no problem, I’m proud of you.” It’s like you didn’t even care is what bothered him. You seemed so lifeless, and it was finally enough for Namjoon to speak up.

“Y/N?” He covered his mouth with his fist and coughed into it. You hummed in response. “Are you happy? You know, with him?” He felt vulnerable, he felt like it wasn’t his place to ask this question, yet it was. He was concerned, you were different, you weren’t you.

“Yeah, I guess I am.”

Monotone.


And that don’t sound like you

Nah, that ain’t the girl I knew you always sounded like


After he pressed the red button to end the call, he laid back into his bed and slid his hands down his face letting out a huge sigh. He was always worried about you, but not to this extent. Hearing you talk to him, and him finally paying enough attention, it’s eating him alive.

He just wants the old you back.


Truck tires on a gravel road

Laughing at the world, blasting my radio

Cannon ball splashing in the water

Doing whatever whenever you wanted


*Flashback*

The sound of laughter was heard throughout his car. Loud enough that the music that was turned up as far as it could go, wasn’t loud enough for you. You were in the passenger seat, as you stuck your hand out the window and felt so carefree, laughing at everything around you, making up jokes along the way.

And with one hand on the steering wheel, and the other one interlaced with yours, Namjoon looked over at you and smiled like he never before. He had everything that he could dream of: BTS, making music for a living, family, friends, and most importantly - you.

“What are you looking at?” You giggled as the car came to a stop, where you reached your destination of a private pool.

“You.” He leaned over and kissed you on the lips, and when he pulled away your smile was engraved in his mind.

He sat in the pool and waited for you to come out of the bathroom after changing. As everyone was enjoying their drinks, and talking amongst their group of friends, there was no other person that would cannonball into the pool other than you. Water went everywhere and people covered their drinks as they glared at you. When you came back from underwater, you slicked your hair back and giggled and bowed at everyone.

“God only you would do something like that.” Namjoon wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close. You splashed his face and tried to get out of his grip but he held on tighter and splashed you as well.

Your laugh was his favorite sound on the earth.

*End of flashback*


What did he do?

‘Cause you don’t sound like you anymore


And that laugh is still his favorite sound to this day. It’s hard to remember when the last time he heard it. But after hearing you on the phone, he’s almost positive that you don’t laugh like that anymore. He’s almost positive that you aren’t as happy.

He’s almost positive, that you need him.


Your pretty brown hair, you always loved it


*Flashback*

“Jesus Y/N you need to cut your hair. I get tangled in it every time I lay down!” Namjoon moved a little from his spot on the bed as you gathered your hair into your hands and did a small hug. He rolled his eyes at your actions laid back onto the bed.

“Never Joon! My hair is too precious to cut!” He laughed and shook his head, as he moved closer to you.

“Whatever you say Y/N, you look stunning with long hair, and I bet you would look gorgeous with short hair.” He kissed your nose.

“I’m still not getting a hair cut.”

“I’m okay with that.” He ran his fingers through your hair, as your eyes fluttered shut from being so relaxed. “You’re beautiful Y/N.”

*End of flashback*


Guess he didn’t like it so you just cut it

And that don’t sound like you

Nah, that ain’t the girl I knew you always sounded like


Here you were, backstage with a headset on, a clipboard in your hand. You landed a job at MBC Music, and you were to keep the idols on time for their performance on stage.

You knew that one day you would see Namjoon. You knew that one day you would have to knock on BTS’ door, and tell them that it’s their time to perform. You knew all of this would happen, and today is the day.

You walk up to the door, and knocked loud enough for them all to hear. Someone responded with a ‘yeah’ and you opened the door with your clipboard close to your chest.

“BTS. You’re on in ten.” All of the heads flew up in the air. They all knew that voice, and who it belonged to. Hoseok took the one earbud out of his ear and looked at you. “Y/N? Is that really you?” You nodded your head and bowed at them.

You only saw 5 of them, Namjoon and Jin weren’t there which you were fine with. “Hey guys. Uhm, you need to head to the stage.” They all got out of their seats as you walked away from them and bumped into someone’s chest. “I’m sorry.” You bowed and took a step to the right, but his voice caught you off guard.

“Y/N?” You turned around and there he was. You were face to face with Namjoon.

“Hey.” You said it quietly, and gave him a little smile.

“I didn’t know it was you, your hair.” He pointed to your shortened hair now. It was in curls and it came past your shoulders, something you never thought you would do.

“Yeah, uh Y/BF/N actually thought I would look better with short hair.” And that sentence made something bubble up in Namjoon’s body. You changed the way you look just because he thought you would look better. You would never do something like that.

“Long or short hair Y/N, you look good either way.” You let out a nervous smile and bowed at him.

“Well, I have to go. You have ten minutes to be up on stage.” And with that, you turned around and walked away from Namjoon as he stood there in the middle of the hallway watching you leave.

What kind of hold does this dude have on you?


Truck tires on a gravel road

Laughing at the world, blasting my radio

Cannon ball splashing in the water

Doing whatever whenever you wanted


Namjoon watched as silver car came into the back lot to pick you up. You opened the door and slammed it shut, and the window rolled down. You had a blank stare on your face. What exactly was going on?

He watched as you were leaving, and you reached your hand to the radio to turn up the volume, that someone else’s hand slapped yours away indicating that the music shouldn’t be too loud. And when the car got closer to Namjoon, he saw you with your hands placed perfectly in your lap, and the guy in the driver seat telling you something. You look uninterested.

And as the car tires squealed away, he knew that you weren’t happy.


What did he do?

'Cause baby you don’t sound like you anymore

Oh, anymore


KM: I saw you leave today from MBC… is everything okay?

Y/N: Never better.

KM: Cut the shit Y/N. What’s going on?

Y/N: Nothing. Get off my case.

KM: You aren’t happy Y/N, I know it.

Y/N: I may not be happy, but at least he’s always around when I need him.

And just like that, Namjoon was out the door heading to the apartment that you still lived in when you two were together.


That town, that job, that guy

You can leave them behind, girl, you know you’re better than that

If you wanna come back, you can come back

Baby, come back to


“Namjoon what the fuck?” He walked right past you, fuming. You closed the door that he left open and you leaned against it. “Why are you here?”

“Because of that!” His voice was booming. You didn’t know what he was talking about.

“Because of what?”

“Because of the way you talk Y/N! You’re so fucking laid back now! There’s no life in your voice! What the hell happened!”

“Namjoon, nothing happened this is me.” He shook his head and licked his lips.

“This isn’t you Y/N. The Y/N I knew wouldn’t cut her hair because her boyfriend told her to. The Y/N I knew would turn the radio up so loud that it would make your eardrums bleed. The Y/N I knew would always have a smile on her face, and would always be laughing at something. This isn’t you Y/N.”

“Why do you even care Namjoon! We aren’t together anymore! You were never around to see the true me anyways!”

“Well dammit Y/N because I fucking love you! That’s why I care!” He walked closer to you and place his hands on your shoulders and ran them down your arms until your hands met. “Because I love you Y/N.” He whispered to you, almost inaudible. “And don’t bring up that I was never around, I know I wasn’t always there, but I made an effort to always be there. You were my world Y/N, fuck you still are.” You turned your head to the side and shook your hands out of his. Tears were forming in your eyes, this was something you weren’t expecting tonight.

“Namjoon,” You looked back at him. He never took his eyes off of you. “Don’t say that please, I have a boyfriend now.” You were begging him. You were telling yourself that you loved your new boyfriend, he was everything to you, but Namjoon was still above him.

“Leave him.” It came out of his mouth so naturally, so confidently.

“Namjoon…” You got interrupted.

“Y/N. Please.”

“I can’t.”

“Let me show you why you can.”

And he grabbed your arm and lead you downstairs to his parked car.


Truck tires on a gravel road

Laughing at the world, blasting my radio

Cannon ball splashing in the water

Doing whatever whenever you wanted


The windows were down in his car. The same car that the two of you rode in everyday. The radio volume wasn’t up too loud, until one of your favorite songs came on. You quietly hummed it to yourself, until the chorus approached and you started singing out loud, but whispering the lyrics. Namjoon noticed and turned the volume up, and with each verse and chorus he turned it up more and more until you were singing the lyrics out loud.

It was like the old days. He would catch glimpses of you with your hand out of the window and your lips moving to the song. One step in the right direction.

A car was driving by you, and with your hand out the window they thought you were waving so the kids in the backseat started waving back to you. You smiled at them and waved back. You giggled and turned you head back to face the front. Another step in the right direction.

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“Namjoon what are we doing here?” The car was in park as you looked out the lake.

“Going for a walk.” He hopped out of the car and came around to your side and opened up your door. You got out as he shut the door and looked around at your surroundings.

You and Namjoon walked together, making small conversations here and there and then the rest of the time was walking in silence enjoying each other’s presence.

You came to a cliff a little above the lake and you stared off into the sky. It was beautiful.

“I’m gonna jump.”

“What?” And before you know it, Namjoon ran to the edge and dove to the bottom.

“NAMJOON!” You heard the sound of water, and gasping for air and then the sound of laughter rung your ears. “Namjoon get out of there!” The water had to be cold, it was night time, you couldn’t risk him getting sick.

“I’m not getting out until you get in!” He shouted back up to you.

“Are you crazy!”

“Yes!” You took a deep breath and kicked your sandals off and before you know it, you were running to the edge of the cliff and cannonballing into the lake. You felt the water hit you, and a splash hit Namjoon’s face. You came up from underwater with your fingers plugging your nose and your hair slicked back.

You started laughing. Something you haven’t done in what seems like forever. “That was insane!” Your voice got higher with excitement, it wasn’t monotone. You laid on your back and started to float as you looked up at the cliff and the stars.

“You wanna know what’s more insane?” Namjoon said and you hummed in response. He grabbed your cheeks and kissed your lips. It was soft and gentle at first but then desire took over, and the feeling of you two missing each other for so long took over as you were trying to make up for lost time.

“I think we should get to shore.” You told him and you started swimming back with him beside you. Once you got out of the water, he tackled you to the ground and started kissing your lips yet again. You missed the feeling. Everything about this felt right, you were supposed to be with Namjoon and not your boyfriend.

“I missed you Y/N. Please come back.” His forehead settled against yours as you were both on your sides facing each other.

“Okay.” You nodded your head and rubbed your thumb against his cheek.

You were coming back to him, something he’s been wanting since you broke up.


What did he do?

'Cause you don’t sound like you

Gimme the girl I knew

'Cause you don’t sound like you anymore

Mmm, anymore


Breaking up with your boyfriend was easy to do. He agreed you two weren’t working out and that was that. You had a hint of guilt knowing that you weren’t fully committed to him.

You thought of all the times that you felt weak with him. You cut your hair, you felt stressed around him, you weren’t in love. He wasn’t for you.


Namjoon was for you, and you were for him.

Girl, I’m glad you called, first heard you talk

Took me a second cause I couldn’t hear your drawl


Namjoon woke up early, and found your face next to his as you were still sound asleep. He pushed strands of hair out of your eyes, and saw that your hair was getting longer as days passed.

Making up for lost time wasn’t hard, you both knew that you missed each other, and when you were back in each other’s arms, you both felt at home.

Thinking about it all, Namjoon was glad you left that voicemail, because if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here right now.

You were back.

Sins of the Father: Floodgates of Heaven

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Warnings: Smut, smut, glorious smut. Fingering, oral (woman receiving), rough unprotected sex (wrap it up, kids!), a little choking, and biting (like kissing, only there’s a winner).

Word Count: 1370

A/N: Hello hello! The wait is over. And I certainly hope this is what you’re looking forward to. From here things will get even crazier and far more sacrilegious, so um…consider this one of the last safe havens before the madness. Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy it!

Quick reminder for new readers just joining in (hi new readers!): normally, I write fics for Supernatural. However, I’m also a huge fan of WWE and love reading the works of that community as well. After reading some brilliant pieces from - and chatting with - the amazing @devitt-club. I got inspired to write a fic featuring one of my current favorites: Finn Bálor. This fic is starting to grow a bit beyond my control and, quite frankly, I couldn’t be happier.

Apologies in advance because, this being my first foray into WWE fanfic (and alternate universe at that), this will probably suck. Still, it’s worth the risk. ^_^

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Because context - even of the sacrilegious kind - is everything, first read Sins of the Father, its Prelude, the Communion, the Baptism Interlude, and Let It Rain before you proceed.

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For @falling-into-vacancies who had this brilliant idea about how the mind link between Tony and Bucky might subconsciously affect Bucky in his opinions on technology and certain people once he recovers from the brainwashing. I couldn’t resist. (All the luck with your assignment by the way!)


He Bucky frowns at the flat smartphone that looks oddly tiny in his metal hand. Fragile too, though it probably isn’t by normal human standards. Of course he isn’t a normal human anymore, is he?

It has taken a while–seven pointed comments, four in-depth conversations and seventy-six jokes–for that to sink in, to understand that Hydra hasn’t just turned him into a monster in the figurative sense. He has been turned into a dragon of all things. Half the time he Bucky is still convinced he is hallucinating.

A dragon. Just like Stevie. Would you look at that, apparently wishes do come true after all. And is the amount of bitterness contained in that thought really normal, like his sometimes-shrink Wilson insists?

“Why a phone?” he asks gruffly. It takes conscious effort to remember that he has to say the words out loud. Seems like such an unnecessary complication too.

Somewhere behind him Wilson snorts. He wonders whether the man knows that the phone is hard enough to kill him, should he decide to twist around and throw it at his head at full strength. Remembers that Bucky doesn’t think like that. Reminds himself that he is Bucky.

Steve is giving him a look that’s a cross between amusement and exasperation. “So the next time I’m ten minutes late from grocery shopping you don’t storm the supermarket in full battle gear,” he says.

Bucky scowls. He knows Steve is still far too happy about the fact that he’d come to his rescue–apparently a sign of the ‘old Buck’–to process that he had stormed a fucking supermarket, fully armed and in battle mentality. Sometimes he wonders who the crazy one between the two of them really is.

He stares down at the phone in his hand again. It’s a cheap one. The touch screen’s responsiveness is less than optimal, the battery doesn’t last half as long as the newest StarkPhone, screen quality is acceptable but not remarkable and the storage room is a nightmare. 

The knowledge filters so quickly and precisely through his mind that it takes a scandalised, “Bucky!” from Rog Steve for him to realise he has crushed the phone in his metal palm.

Bucky stares at the hopelessly twisted and cracked pieces expressionlessly for a long moment, before he slowly looks up to meet Steve’s confused gaze. 

“I don’t like it.”


It’s been two months since he’s first moved in with Steve and Sam and while Bucky is aware that he’s getting better, there is still much he isn’t sure about. The never silent voice in his head for one. The nature of Steve’s and Sam’s relationship for another.

The TV is running, but it hasn’t escaped his attention that Sam is more occupied with laughing at one of Steve’s stupid jokes, a fact that instantly makes him suspicious. Steve’s jokes are terrible. Yet there Sam is, laughing loudly, eyes twinkling.

Bucky is about to very purposefully ruin the mood when a comment from the TV makes him turn back around to watch a stocky, fair-haired man with thick-rimmed glasses and a terribly nasal voice that instantly grants on Bucky’s nerves blathering on and on. The guy’s–Justin Hammer, CEO of Hammer Industries, asshole–aura of self-importance is almost suffocating, even though he must be miles away. 

Bucky is so distracted by his instant dislike for the man, it takes him a moment to catch up with the conversation and realise Hammer is listing reasons for why the Iron Man tech is outdated and poses a needlessly risk to civilians, as proven by the two avoidable deaths in the latest fight against-

He doesn’t hear the rest. It’s kind of hard to, what with the way he has slammed his metal hand–and really, it’s starting to grow on him–straight through the smug bastard’s fucking face with an enraged snarl.

“Bucky?” Steve’s voice filters through his fury after a moment. 

When Bucky manages to turn his head, it is to find both Steve and Sam warily watching him in clear preparation of another Winter Soldier episode. He blinks. Tries to shrug, which isn’t as easy as it sounds, what with Sam’s precious TV dangling on his arm. Awkwardly tries to put the intense wave of dislike, disgust, hatred he can’t explain into proper words.

“I really don’t like him.”

“I’ll say,” Sam will mutter after a couple of seconds. Followed by “You owe me another TV, Rogers.”

Title: The Wonderlands // Author: Stylinsoncity @alienproof // Rating: Mature // Word Count: 150520 // Chapter - AU Famous Louis / Single Dad Harry // Completed: 06/26/2017 

Actual Summary: "Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.“Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

Green’s Summary: Harry is a single dad to Andy, a budding rock star. Louis is the producer of her all girl band. Harry and Louis have a pretty immediate attraction to each other but Andy has made her father promise that he won’t go after Louis. A lot of pining and sexual tension ensues. 

Hi! It’s Green here with another review. I can’t believe I actually finished when I said I was going to. The Taming of The Shrew who needs that when I can read Stylinsoncity’s The Wonderlands. Guys, I’m obsessed with this fic. I’ve literally just finished it (at work!) and I cannot even think straight it was so amazing. Every chapter – every page – was so much better than the last one. THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. THE DECLARATIONS OF LOVE. I feel like I’m not even processing anything right now. My brain is just screaming: incredible, beautiful, amazing, talented. Picture me as Lady Gaga in that interview right now. Anyways, I guess I’ll stop screaming and we can get into the grit of this fic yeah? Here is my review for Stylinsoncity’s The Wonderlands.

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anonymous asked:

do you have any fics where either jimin or yoongi (or maybe both) are so gone for each other? i need some of those right now 😭💖

yes!! these are mainly one-shots:

  • Blanket Kick (Embarrassed): Jimin almost never hated speaking two languages, especially when you want to talk about someone without them knowing. And hey, just because the hot guy on the train looks Korean, doesn’t mean he speaks it.
  • Catch Me (In The Rain With You): Yoongi offers Jimin his umbrella. Jimin falls a little in love.
  • Ease: There’s a new boy living next door in the bedroom across from Yoongi’s.
  • Take My Hand (Take My Whole Life, Too): In which Jimin is looking for an opportunity to hold a certain rapper’s hand.
  • I’m Here To Collect Your Heart: In which Park Jimin is on a quest to find out a certain stranger’s name.
  • I Like My Body When It’s With Your Body: Jimin loves the feeling of Yoongi’s body against his own the most.
  • 2:58 AM: It’s another 16-hour fight and Yoongi can’t sleep.
  • No Way: or…five times Yoongi discovered he liked skinship.
  • One, Two, Kimchi!: The five times Min Yoongi took photos of the things he loves (aka Park Jimin), and the one time Park Jimin does.
  • Yours To Keep: While I’m off chasing my own dreams/ Sailing around the world/ Please, know that I’m yours to keep/ My beautiful girl

anonymous asked:

i need jealousy fics!! do you have any? :)

I tried my best ! 

- Loving You’s a Little Different:  “Uh- Jake, I think? Met him at one of Niall’s ‘get together’s. He’s alright. Nice face.” Louis pulls out a paperback book and squints at its small print, “Won’t be calling him, though.“  Harry sighs, but it’s wasted. Why wouldn’t random boys with nice faces approach Louis in an empty library? The circles under his eyes are puffy and his hair is ruffled from a stubborn night’s sleep, but he looks gorgeous. Like he isn’t from this planet. Harry’s in love with his roommate. Misunderstandings abound.

Larry Uni AU (21k)

- strike the match, play it loud  : Louis is jealous. Liam is oblivious. Zayn is a terrible cockblock.

Lilo AU (5k)

- doesn’t have to be a real thing  : In which Harry helps Louis get over his ex and it kind of becomes a regular thing. It’s totally casual – they have an understanding. But what happens to Harry when Nick reappears in Louis’ life?

Larry Friends with benefits AU, (12k)

- silence and sound :  Frustrated and tongue-tied, Zayn does the only thing he can think of in that moment and he surges forward, pressing his lips against Liam’s.  The last thing he expects Liam to do is kiss him back. Or the one where Zayn’s jealous of Louis and Liam’s closeness after Liam splits up with his girlfriend and it takes them a year to figure it all out.

Ziam canon fic (12k)

- Spin Me Like A RecordSometimes, Louis poses as Harry’s boyfriend. It doesn’t mean anything. Really.

Larry Uni AU (8k)

- one more for the stars : It’s different, and Louis knows that, because Harry’s got so much riding on this - a career and a future and his whole life. There’s talk of him going first overall in the draft, of entering the NFL after only two years in college, of going to New York or Seattle or Green Bay, and Louis wants to be there for him, wants to support him and help him make decisions, but he also kind of wants to pin him to the bed and cry and scream, What about me what about me what about me? (au. Harry’s the star quarterback and Louis is about to graduate. It’s a heartbreak waiting to happen.)

LArry Uni AU (16k) (jealousy about the future, not really someone)

- Dreaming of You : The Begrudging Starbucks AU. The world is winter and steamed milk and creamy espresso shots. The world is a never ending queue. The world is a Starbucks logo and a pink-cheeked smile from Niall and a bored scowl from Zayn and the world is Louis watching his best mate, Liam, fall in love with their newest customer, Harry. Who may or may not be in love with Louis. The world is cruel.

Larry/ Lirry AU ! (68k)

- know the water’s sweet but blood is thicker  : OR, the one where louis has a cuddly reunion with his older brother liam who was away for university, his boyfriend harry walks in, and misunderstandings ensue.

Larry AU (3k)

- One Thing You’ve Already Got : If Louis acts like a jealous, petulant child sometimes, it’s probably just because he loves Harry Styles more than the way the sun consistently rises in the morning. For his part, Harry just wants it to be him and Lou forever.(Louis gets jealous over dumb shit and Harry fucks him senseless because there’s no one he loves more than this idiot.)

Larry AU (2,5k)

- Can’t love, Can’t hurt : Harry is living on Gemma’s sofa after he moved out of his and Louis’ flat because he just couldn’t take it anymore. Watching Louis with his girlfriend during the day and then coming home and curling around Harry on the sofa. So he moved out and now Louis might be losing his mind because Harry’s gone. The lads worry after Harry says something in an interview that he just won’t talk to them about. And Gemma is an awesome sister.

Larry Canon fic (40k)

Update (last update on March 25th 2016)

- you drive me wild (you know you do) : Their management informs them that they have an interview right before the ARIAs, and it isn’t until he’s in a suit, seated on a couch between Liam and Zayn, that he gets the idea.The interviewer, Angus, smiles at them, right before the cameras roll on, and a metaphorical light bulb goes off inside Louis’ head. He’s perfect. Well, not as perfect as Harry, but enough. He’s attractive, attractive enough to drive Harry crazy, and he doesn’t even think of the consequences of his actions, just decides right then. It’s all Harry’s fault anyway. Louis should be allowed to have a little fun.(or: Louis flirts with the Australian interviewers and Harry gets possessive.)

Larry canon fic (6k)

- standing here but you don’t see me  : “Louis being with a guy is something Harry has always known was a possibility. Ever since Louis told them he was gay, he knew that this would come up at some point. But it was just that. At some point. It’s always been a hypothetical. Harry never thought it would bother him. But now, watching Louis squirm as he watches that other guy, it’s just not a hypothetical anymore. And Harry is very bothered by it."or: Harry’s discovery that he like boys as well as girls. One boy in particular catches his eye and he’s determined to get him.

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It called me Daddy

Summary: Wade breaks into your apartment to eat the chimichanga that is currently in your microwave.

Pairing: Wade Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 1,327

Warnings: It’s Deadpool? I think that explains itself.

A/N: This actually was a lot (like a lot) longer but I ended up not liking it because I felt like this needed to be short and sweet. So it is. Please tell me what you think and if you wanna see more Deadpool in the future.

With an audible click you heard your front door close and jumped up from the little sofa in your living room where you were just about to start your weekly Netflix marathon. For today you’d decided to watch Gossip Girl but instead of watching, you were now holding the remote of your tv in your hand, ready to throw it at the head of whoever had just entered your apartment.

Slowly you made your way out of your living room. Your grip around the remote was so tight  that it made your knuckles turn white. You raised your arm, ready to throw the remote at full tilt at somebody’s head, when you saw who it was.
Wade Wilson. The one and only Deadpool!

“Wade what the hell are you doing here? You do realize I could be naked! Can’t you knock? Like a normal neighbour?” you asked and lowered your arm with the remote. You’d almost thrown it right in his face. His face which you’d never seen actually.

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minific: things you said under the stars and in the grass

a/n: for @kahnah23, thank you so much for all your support! <3

6. things you said under the stars and in the grass (mayvin, gta au)

“Are we there yet?” Gavin asked.

He heard Michael shift in the driver’s seat beside him - heard his exasperated, but fond little exhale of breath.

“Almost, Gav,” he replied, for what was probably the sixth or seventh time… in the last twenty minutes.

“And I can’t take this off yet?” Gavin asked, reaching up and touching the sleep mask over his eyes that was serving as a blindfold.

“No!” Michael shouted, with just a tinge of alarm. “Don’t touch that. And no peeking.”

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anonymous asked:

(non-American anon with more dumb questions) wow, this suburbia stuff is amazing and horrifying for an urban kid, thx for clearing it up! If you don't mind, could you also talk about digital piracy in the US? Grantaire illegally downloads music; is it because he is a weird kid or did everyone do that then? Is it widespread or dangerous now? WAR is definitely set post-Napster scandal, right? (I learned about that from the Social Network) sorry to bother you xx

hey! oh man no need to apologize! i never mind talking about world ain’t ready; i only worry about annoying those of you who aren’t following me for that 185k les mis high school au fake dating fic i wrote two years ago bc wow this must be a little confusing. 

(”but smile, isn’t les mis about an unsuccessful revolution in 1832 france? aren’t both halves of your otp canonically dead? how could anyone possibly stretch a fake dating au longer than 170k?” respectively: yes, yes, and man in retrospect i can’t explain that one either although that’s where it really helps to write them as teenage boys because they are VERY stupid.)

anyway, as a general rule of thumb i’m more likely to answer w.a.r. questions via my fic blog or if it’s asked off anon so i can direct-reply. but never ever worry about asking me things!


but yeah i think of my american suburban childhood the same way i think of my midwestern accent: so aggressively boring and common as to be effectively featureless. probably healthy to remember from time to time that like, everything is amazing/horrifying to someone.

as for your question, this is probably more of a 2006 thing than a u.s. thing? my recollection is that even after the fall of napster, the rates of illegal music downloads were much higher then than they are now. these days, there are of course a ton of ways to casually listen online to music without paying—pandora, spotify, 8tracks, youtube (which existed but people hadn’t yet uploaded like 95% of all songs onto it)—but back then your options were pretty much to buy it or steal it.

haha this is such a weird “back in my day”, like “you kids today and your law-abiding music consumption”

anonymous asked:

Eddy! Holy ahit!! I just woke up and saw my ask!! I didn't even think about Clarke being the Brittana child!! So fucking brilliant, man! This is why you're my Fav blogger. God, Idk how to feel about this. We're playing with the unholy trinity of Lesbian power couples here and it's glorious, beat headcanon ever.

Thank you ! I’ve always mentioned how my head goes back to Glee ships everytime, but this a delicious mix that is far beyond my silly Glee whims. So today, while I was in therapy, I thought about this ‘universe’ and I came up with some headcanons.

If other people are looking for the origin, this is the Faberrittana / Clexa discussion anon and I came up with!

Okay, so, ahead:

Faberritana / Clexa Verse Headcanons

Originally posted by forgottencat

BRITTANA

  • Brittana were on the Ark, they met there and fell in love. Now picture this: Brittana running in the hallways of the Ark when no one is around, hand in hand, singing silly songs. Because you know, Hallways™ is their thing.
  • Their first and older child is Sugar Motta, obvi.
  • When Clarke was born, the man who donated semen was obviously executed and she was sent to juvie being she a second child (like Octavia kinda) until … her final journey to the ground. Until this very day, besides being Clarke Lopez-Pierce, Clarke also likes to remember her ‘dad’, Jake Griffin.
  • Brittana are amongst the people who fight hard to Skaikru to get to Earth and eventually they make it and meet their daughter again.
  • Brittany had a lot of crayons on the Ark. She was an artist, but when Clarke was sent to juvie, she gave them all to her so that she had something to do while being down there. When she comes back to Earth, she is heartbroken to find Clarke too occupied with being a leader and saving everyone’s ass to draw anymore.
  • Bonus: When they come to Earth, Clarke is dating Finn, and Santana dislikes him so much, she constantly makes joke about his hair and his fuck-boy attitude; Brittany is more understanding, but also, partly shading, you know how she is. Santana makes Finn uncomfortable with sex jokes, let’s get real, she wants him to fuck off. Sugar approves, but she also kinda likes Finn, because she likes fuck-boys a bit.

Originally posted by bechloeaf

FABERRY

  • Okay, so Faberry are Grounders (Rakel and Kuinn). Rachel is from the Ice Nation. Her mom, Shelbi, is the Ice Queen and there is a lot of controversy because Rakel joined Trikru so that she could be with Kuinn. Shelbi did not approve because ya know, no coalition back then. (Optional, because I need to plot this better: Kuinn is a nightblood but THERE IS A REASON why she is alive still, but I gotta come up with that, ‘cause I’m tired now)
  • Or (Alternative Route) maybe Kuinn is the Commander and Lexa is just her daughter. For some reason I need to invent, Kuinn can’t be the commander anymore, so they take the chip off her without having her die because the Commander can be removed with an unanimous vote. Kuinn introduced this rule but in reality it was her little daughter that suggested it when she was a kid.
  • Kitty (Her real name is not Kitty, but they call her that because she is agile like a cat) and Marley (I gotta come up with a Grounder name, Kara maybe - lol) are Rakel and Kuinn’s seconds. 
  • Bonus: When she becomes the Commander Lexa joins the coalition to get the clans of her moms together. She even introduces the chance for members of different clans to have their union ceremony.

Originally posted by adcspirit

CLEXA

  • Okay, so generally, the Clexa storyline is the same as canon, only with the moms added and lol no Lexa dying. 
  • What changes is that Santana gets really pissed when the betrayal and she wants to go all Sector 6 on Lexa’s ass because she hurt her daughter, but then she figures her daughter is a badass and can handle it but oh, Clarke leaves and becomes Wanheda and Santana regrets not dragging Lexa. She and Brittany don’t see her for months and Sugar goes looking for her (Bonus: Sugar/Bellamy are endgame).
  • OBVIOUSLY Rakel is the one that sings the Grounder anthem when Clarke bows to Lexa. Like, this is obvious, I shouldn’t even have to write it because 1) imagine Lea’s voice on that 2) Rakel would never let someone sing at her daughter’s wedding. Bonus: Santana gets really emotional in this scene over Clexa, but also because Rakel’s voice, although she’ll never admit it. This is the Pezberry duets-challenge origin. 
  • Lexa has so many candles because Rakel found old albums of the Phantom of the Opera and it kinda went this way. Musical inspiration.
  • Lexa took her whipped from Kuinn.
  • Clarke took her sass and lack of chill from both her moms.
  • Kuinn hates Titus and she yells at him all the time, also she knows he is the one that taught her that love is weakness and she’s like, fuck no, my love for Rakel made me the strongest bitch in this joint.

Okay, this is it for now. @fearwanheda contributed to some of those, we’re talking about this meme right now haha. Definitely gonna come up with more and eventually some fic if I managed. (PS. sorry for eventual typos)

May we meet again.

anonymous asked:

I read your last fic and it was hot!!! Can you write one to the quote from this fic? I just wanna remember the good old times. Oh god, that’s good.” She gasps, as his tongue circles the edge of her asshole. “When you couldn’t spend a night without coming in my ass.” A fic what I was like back in the old days??? That would be awesome... :)

Because I have no chill and no shame, I’m posting this right now. Anon, I guess you were talking about this fic , and there you go with the prequel.

Many many thanks to @becksndot5 for the input and beta, and @ofhooksandswans for the second beta. Guys, if when Gillian finds this, I’ll bring you with me to Hell!


Tying her white bathrobe around her waist, she exits the tiny bathroom of her trailer, and spots him. He is here, silently standing still in the middle of her cramped living room. He hasn’t said a word yet, but she can see the arousal in his eyes, feels the excitement in his slight grin.

It’s been two months since they started shooting, and the chemistry was there from day one, when they had to film for hours under a pouring freezing rain. She was so green and feverish that he felt the urge to take her under his wing, reassuring her whenever she needed it, calming her nerves, and encouraging her with her lines. Later, her inexperience, but yet natural wildness, followed him to his trailer for a night that none of them would ever forget. Since then, things never stopped to escalate between them, coming to a point of not being able to take their hands off of each other, in private, as well as on location. She isn’t really his type, but he feels madly attracted to her without knowing exactly why. She finds him arrogant and pretentious, and yet, she can melt like snow in the sun with only one look from him.

Speaking of that, she starts to slowly unknot her robe, holding his gaze, as he remains silent. He is still wearing Mulder’s clothes, and when the bathrobe hits the floor, exposing her nakedness to the soft light coming from the bathroom, she can see his arousal growing in his dress pants.

“Turn around. Bend over.” He says coldly, nodding at the kitchen counter.

With a shiver that makes her nipples tense, she walks slowly, without losing the eye contact, and rests her two hands on the counter, holding out her butt to him with a soft move of her hips, and spreading her legs apart.

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anonymous asked:

what about instead you have the foodie blogger/restaurant critic Seb and chef Chris au

Both of those would work!

The Chris idea amuses me because he’s said before (I can’t find the source for this right now; it was an interview from a while ago, like a couple years ago) that he can’t really cook? like, enough to get by, living on his own, but no, he wouldn’t say he’s a good cook, or something like that, I forget his exact words. (This is why, by the way, in fic, I tend to default to Seb being a fairly decent cook - he’s talked about that before - and Chris being sort of…competent as far as basics but more inclined to just order really good pizza.) But you could still play with that and have a TON of fun - like, Chris hosting a YouTube channel about cooking basics for single guys trying to be actors in LA and Boston (he bought a house in LA, but he’s a Boston kid), nothing fancy but the kind of stuff you’d need to know on an uncertain new young actor’s salary, which gets weirdly popular, like, people like him…

…and food reporter/blogger/writer Sebastian being sent to interview this guy, and being slightly cranky about it, because Seb is the sort of person who orders the richest thing on menus with the most complicated sauce and then talks to the chef for an hour about it and learns how to painstakingly recreate it at home (as per that recent quote), and Chris’s last episode was about Things You Can Do With Ramen On A Budget.

(Seb actually isn’t a snob as such. He just likes flavors and combinations and getting things right. He still gets excited about Starbucks and hot-dog trucks and games of Dirty Pictionary. He still remembers being a young struggling writer; not even that long ago, and he’s genuinely grateful every day for his moderate fame and his readers. But somehow his column turned into this laser-sharp sassy detail-oriented chef persona, and readers ate it up because drama, and now everyone thinks that he’s an bratty hipster food snob who will grill you with questions about the consistency of a sauce, and he’s starting to hate that, because he’s such a dork, really, really, and no one knows, and he’s not allowed to be himself anymore.)

(Chris Evans, who knows who Seb is by name and reputation thought not by sight - and who reads and is entertained by Seb’s column and blog, though sometimes he winces - is HORRIFIED that this person’s coming to LA to interview him and hang out and watch him film a YouTube episode. Oh GOD.)

(The day of, Chris is pretty sure Sebastian’s late, and is getting annoyed by this - the famous writer can’t be on time? - and finally wanders over to the quiet young guy with the fluffy dark hair and intent eyes, the guy in the corner with a notebook who’d asked earlier if Chris needed help setting up and had cheerfully prepped pre-measured dry ingredient cups, the guy who’s absolutely stunning, long legs and a wide grey-blue gaze and sweetness wrapped around a truly terrible pun about eggs…

…and Chris asks, clearing his throat because the guy is hot, okay, “so, you, um, you’re with Mr Stan’s interview team, right? you know when he’s gonna get here? I need to get started, y’know?” and the beautiful person looks up and flushes ever so slightly pink and says, “um, hi, I’m Sebastian.”)

anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I love your Snowbarry fics!! i was thinking if you could make one in which barry doesn't wake up yet and caitlin talks to him in his sleep. She could talk about Ronnie, how she felt, or how it would be meeting he when he's awake. i would really like that!! jus an idea, hope you like it!!

“So I brought us a couple movies to watch. Well, for me to watch really, considering the state you’re in right now… Anyway, I also got kit kats because they’re my favorite,” Caitlin pauses. “I wonder what kind of chocolate you like.”

She glances over at the skinny comatose man laying down on one of the beds. A few tubes are hooked up to his arms and the machine by his bed is beeping soundly. If she was expecting a response, then she’s out of luck.

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So these scenes gave me lots of feels…

Oliver resists the urge to tug at his tie again and takes a sip of his drink instead. He hates these functions for Connor’s firm. Socializing with all the type-A, Ivy League educated, designer clothes sporting lawyers always makes him feel inadequate and rumpled and boring. Every person he’s introduced is ridiculously successful with a spouse to match and he feels like an idiot. Also, they have the same look of shock when they learn he and Connor are together. Most quickly hide it but Oliver knows what they’re thinking, “What does Connor see in this guy?” And, looking out over the crowd of perfect people, Oliver can’t think of a damn thing.

After hours of watered down drinks and inane conversation, Connor leans over to whisper in Oliver’s ear, “Let’s find my boss, say goodbye, and get the fuck out of here” and Oliver’s never been more in love. They’re silent on the drive home and it isn’t until they’re in their kitchen when Oliver asks the one question that’s been bugging him all night.

“Why me?”

Connor turns as he tosses the car keys into the basket by the phone. “What?”

“Why me?” Oliver asks again. At Connor’s blank look he explains in a rush. “I mean what is it? Why me? I’m not a lawyer. I’m not super successful. I didn’t go to a good school and I don’t read books on the New York Times Bestseller list. I hate watching the news cause it’s depressing. I really like my job and might want to go into management someday but I’m not really driven to become a CEO or anything. I really hate wearing suits and I can’t cook. I’m such a nerd I even embarrass myself sometimes. I think I’m pretty good in bed but it’s—it’s not spectacular or anything. I mean—sometimes it’s pretty spectacular. I was actually really impressed with myself on your birthday last year but that’s not the point. The point is—is that there’s nothing special about me—”

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