do not approach me if you do not have that exact same expression

Queen Penny

Rewind the clock by a couple of decades and I was working as a team lead for an office supply store. This office supply store has a “copy center” where staff members would print, copy, and scan stuff for customers.

Enter “Penny”. Penny was a middle-aged woman who would come in every Friday smelling like wine, dressed somewhat elaborately, and who would make ridiculous demands on the copy center staff. Penny: crazy lady!

Penny’s weekly Friday afternoon visitations had been going on for a while before I ever became aware of her. She would come in with elaborate letters including photos, keepsakes, etc written to England’s Royal Family - various members from the Queen to Prince Charles to Fergie. She would make the copy staff photocopy the letters, demanding perfection to the point where she measured the margins to ensure the contents copied were in the exact center of the page. Then she would make the copy center staff package the letters and, when she did include something such as photos, inspect the packing to ensure the tape was perfectly even and pay the shipping to Buckingham Palace in London. She would frequently make the copy staff read the photocopied letters back to her. When they had initial refused to, she had called district management and complained so this request was honored whenever she asked.

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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.2

Originally posted by jungkook-gifs

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au 

A/N: Plz read the first part, if you haven't already. This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (masturbating, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use……(alot of smut comes in later) This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4


“Do you wanna see what happens when you try to trick a demon?”

His dark intimidating eyes are staring directly into yours, making you feel like you’re his prey. His grip on your chin is stern, and you feel as if there is no escape from him. You’re drowning in his musky cologne, which makes you close your eyes in a haze. How were you supposed to get out of this? He literally caught you in a lie, and you could tell by his voice that he wasn’t too happy about it.

His grip on your chin slowly increases in pressure, causing you to panic.

“Y/n……….” he purrs. “I asked you a question, and I’m feeling extremely inpatient.”

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Naturally (Jeff Atkins, 13 reasons)

“I’m fucking illiterate. There’s no point in doing any of this work, Y/N” Jeff sunk lower in his chair. He looked around the library, tapping his pencil at a fast rate.

He hadn’t gotten above a C in English since his freshman year, and he’d never wanted to. That was, until he’d met Y/N.

She made him want to be better, above anything else. And when she offered to tutor him in English, he dropped Clay as his tutor. At least for that subject.

“Jeff, come on. Plenty of people still get homophones mixed up. Hell, when I review my papers I have to go through two different spell check systems because I make mistakes. Okay?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, a habit he had made, it was something he did when he was frustrated.

“Okay, they’re staring.” He looked at the table next to them, a few freshman and sophomores stared at them.

“Who cares, focus on your paper.” Y/N looked back down at her notes, she’d been doing her own homework at the same time as tutoring him. Jeff put a hand on her knee.

“I get that the wifi’s out at my house. But why can’t we go to your place again?” He laid his head down on the table so he could make eye contact with his girlfriend.

“For this exact reason. My dad’s not your biggest fan after last week. They don’t even want us alone upstairs with the door open. So the library will do.” She removed his hand from her knee.

Jeff smirked, remembering the prior week’s events.

“Maybe Clay should go back to being your only tutor. Oh, don’t give me that look, Atkins. You know I wanna help.” Y/N ran her hands through her boyfriend’s hair. He formed his lips into a pouting expression.

“Face it. I’m a lost cause. My girlfriend can’t get anything through my head. The smartest kid in school can’t get me to retain any information. I’m stupid.” He threw his pencil down and slammed his textbook shut, breathing heavily.

He believed it. He said it all the time. A C average GPA didn’t make anyone feel great. But with all of his friends being athletes, he was surrounded by those who thrived and could juggle both school work and sports.

“I’m never gonna get into college.” He said quickly, shaking his head.

“Jeff that’s not-” he continued before letting her finish, not even acknowledging that she’d begun to speak.

“No matter if I hit a home run every single time I’m up to bat this season, I won’t get into any college. Grades matter, Y/N. Being smart matters.”

He grabbed his backpack and stuffed all of his notes and his textbook into his backpack. After he jammed everything into the bag, he tried to zip it. He roughly yanked the bag around, trying as hard as he could before giving up by shoving the full bag off of the table. His hands covered his face, he was crying.

“Let’s go to the car.” Y/N grabbed his backpack, gently working the zippers until they finally shut. She swung the bag over her shoulder, keeping her messenger bag on her other shoulder.

“Come on.” She said firmly.

He scooted his chair out, getting up and walking out of the library faster than she’d anticipated. Y/N caught up with him, soon walking beside him, neither said a word.

“Sorry- I’m sorry if I made a scene.” He mumbled as the two approached his car.

“We need to talk. Even if you don’t want to.” She sighed, opening the passenger door and sliding in.

“You wanna know why I think I’m stupid?You, My own girlfriend gave up on me. Is it possible to sink lower than that?” Y/N handed Jeff his backpack, knowing that would force him to look at her.

“Why the hell would you say that?” Her eyebrows furrowed.

“I’m an idiot. What’s gonna happen when I don’t get into college? And I’m here for the rest of my life, still managing the batting cages. And you’re off at some big city actually living your life.” He was being honest about how he felt, that she knew for sure now.

“Stop it. But how the hell do you think this means I want to give up on you? I’d never. You’re giving up on yourself.” Y/N slid over the middle seat of his pick up truck and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“You don’t wanna tutor me. You can’t tutor me. I’m a lost cause, aren’t I? Even Clay gets frustrated ‘cause I can’t learn.” Jeff snaked his arm around her shoulders.

She looked at him. He knew she’d get frustrated. He knew she’d say it was untrue. But it wasn’t untrue. It just wasn’t.

“Jeff, that’s not how I meant it. I just think it’s hard to mix business with pleasure. Do you know what I mean?” She smirked at him before soothing him by drawing small circles on his hand with her thumb.

“My stupidity is too distracting to get through any actual teaching.” He stared at the peddles of his vehicle.

“You know what I think your problem is?” She sat up, staring at him with her arms folded across her chest.

“What’s that?” He looked up, smiling weakly.

“Baseball comes really easily to you. You’re a natural. Maybe I’m not a natural at sports, but I’m a natural with school. Don’t you see? We all have strengths and weaknesses and sometimes we have to work harder to accomplish certain things.” She was proud of her explanation. He just stared at her for a little while.

“Jenson’s best to help me. You’re right.” He grabbed the tips of her hair and twirled them around his fingers.

“You know what else I’m right about?” She grinned at him. He arched an eyebrow, not totally sure as to what was going to be said next.

“What’s that?” He verbally acknowledged her.

“My parents won’t know if we study at the abandoned parking lot on Lincoln instead of at the library.” She grabbed his knee the way he had grabbed hers in the library.

His eyes widened, before a shit eating grin took over his face.

“Well alrighty.” He looked behind, backing out of the school lot quickly. This was something he thought they were both naturally just fine at.

‘’Let’s run away.’’

A/N: This is my first ever Riverdale piece, I hope you guys like it! The ending offers another part, so tell me what you think? Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Jughead X Reader

Prompt: When a mysterious girls returns at pop’s on a random friday night, a lot of questions are left unanswered. It’ll take some time for Jughead to open back up to his old friend without a reasoning, but is he able to find one?

Warnings: one or two swear words, mention of alcohol, abusive father 

Word count: 2455

Originally posted by riverrdxle

A still moment, different from the usual buzzing pop’s atmosphere, a cold gust of wind with the sound of jingling bells hanging from the doorframe, suddenly changing the mood that laid in the air. Maybe it was Archie’s sudden moment of silence, taking a break from his preppy speech or the fascinated sounds escaping Veronica’s lips, but something had caught their attention and Jughead was curious for the cause. 

‘’Well, she’s a sight for the eyes.’’ Veronica remarked, a smile forming on her lips. 

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Kill Zone - Prologue

Characters: Reader ( Special Agent Y/N Singer), Special Agent Castiel Novak, Dean Winchester, Cindy Stevenson (OC), Ella McKenzie (OC), Agent Samuel Campbell, Agent Crowley MacLeod,    

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader (eventually)

Warnings: Blood, violence, injuries, torture (not overly graphic), murder, character deaths  

Word Count: 2000ish

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the death and violence these kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds, and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

Technical Terms: MO: An offender’s method of carrying out an offense

MASTERLIST

Cindy was running as if her life depended on it, because it did. The branches snapped under her bare feet. The sharp rocks dug into her skin like razors each time she fell, but every time she got back up. Blood was soaking through her shirt and jeans from the wounds where his knife had pierced her flesh. Her racing heart was pumping her blood faster through her veins, causing the blood to escape her body even faster, and making her head spin.

I don’t wanna die. I don’t wanna die.

The words repeated themselves over and over again in her mind, like a chant, as she tried to get away from her kidnapper. Her kidnapper, who had set her free. Who had instructed her to run, before slowly walking off in the opposite direction, carrying his rifle over his shoulder.

She had cried and begged for her life, screaming till her throat was sore and hoarse, but he hadn’t turned around. He hadn’t worthied her a second glance, so she had done the only thing her exhausted and befuddled mind had let her. She had ran.

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Beautiful Girl

Originally posted by bluerangerpower


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: “Hi! Mah I request a Jeff Atkins domestic fluff pls? :)”

Words: 1.052

A/N: Here’s another Jeff imagine, because he really deserved better! I am writing many imagines in these days and I can’t wait for you to read them. I am still finishing my previous requests, but soon I finish them, I will post a prompt list for 13 reasons why characters.
Hope you keep on reading my stuffs, because your nice messages keep me motivated. Thank you.

- G. x

Warning: (Y/L/N) is Your Last Name.


Being sick was one of the things that you hated the most. Your clogged nose was killing you slowly and you couldn’t bear with your sore throat, luckily your boyfriend Jeff skipped school to spend the day with you at your home and to take care of you, also to spoil you.

“Good evening, sleepy head.” Your boyfriend greeted you as he gave you a warm kiss on your temple. You weren’t feeling well the whole day and you spent your afternoon cuddling, sleeping and resting on Jeff’s chest. “How was your sleep?”

“It sucked,” You looked up to him and you caught his sad gaze. He didn’t want to see you in that way. “my throat is killing me.”

“That’s awful.” He sighed as he drew small circles on your arm, feeling your soft and smooth skin. “Can you wait while I make a cup of tea for you?” He knew that it would make you feel better.

“With a little bit of honey?” You smiled widely, since you adored using honey as your sugar substitute.

“Of course, lovely.” He chuckled as he thought of how cute you were. You slowly got up from his chest and you fixed yourself on the bed. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“Alright, my love.” He smiled widely and he gave you a quick peck on your lips, not caring of your sickness.

“Jeff Atkins!” You restrained him from kissing you because you didn’t want him to catch colds or to ruin his voice with a sore throat, even though it would be just temporarily. You slapped his muscular arm playfully and he ran towards the door to avoid other slaps.

“Sorry, not sorry.” He stuck his tongue out and you just shook your head for your boyfriend’s childish actions. You let him go downstairs and prepare some tea, probably he would prepare it for the whole family too, being an altruist as he was. Your family loved Jeff for that, he was really a thoughtful kid.

You and Jeff have been together for months and you were really happy whenever you were with him. You knew him after one of his baseball games, when he approached you because he saw how you cheered for your school’s team. He thought that you were pretty good at cheering, but he never convinced you to join your school’s cheerleading team.

You loved Jeff so much and he was different to any other jocks that you’ve dated. Jeff was the nicest of them all, he knew how to treat a girl right and he was a gentleman. The thing that you liked in him the most was that he wouldn’t do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable or would hurt you.

As you thought of your boyfriend, a wide smile escaped from your mouth and you thought that you were so lucky to have him in your life. It was your turn to find a decent guy, finally.

“Hot Chamomile tea with honey for my beautiful girlfriend.” Jeff calmly said as he put the cup of tea on your bedside table, together with your handkerchief, thermometer, nasal inhaler sticks and medicines.

“Shut up, you bluffer!” You both let out a loud laugh and he kissed you on your forehead once again.

“But I think that you are beautiful!” Jeff debated as he wanted to convince you that you really were. He wasn’t calling you in that way just to please you, but he really thought that he had the prettiest girlfriend in the world.

“Babe, I have the messiest hair and I look like a scavenger at this exact moment.” You rolled your eyes as you carefully took the cup from the bedside table. “How can you say that I am beautiful?”

“Because you really are.” He sat beside you and he caressed your red and hot tempered cheeks. “I don’t care if you have a messy hair, deep black eye bags or pimples, you will always be beautiful in my eyes.” He explained to you and you smiled widely as you cooled down your tea by blowing on it.

“Do you really think that?” You bit your lip and he honestly nodded. “That’s the sweetest thing ever, babe.” You slowly sipped from the cup and you loved Jeff even more, because he was great at making tea too.

“I’m just stating the truth.” He kissed the tip of your nose, being careful not to bump your arm and not to spill your hot relaxing tea.

You carefully put the teacup back on its place. “I love you so much, Atkins!” You faced him as you sweetly caressed his cheek with your hand.

“I surely love you more, (Y/L/N).” He replied as he grabbed your chin and kissed you on your lips quickly.

“I said that I am sick and I don’t want for you to be infected!” You frowned as you scolded him for his actions.

“I don’t care!” Jeff wasn’t really a hard-headed guy, except when you contradict his opinions. He would always have his thoughts and he wouldn’t abandon them to make you happy, mostly when it was about complimenting you. “I wouldn’t give up on kissing you, just because you don’t want for me to get your virus.”

“Mulish!” You exclaimed but he just shrugged it off and he just pulled you in a tight hug. You laughed at his actions and he peppered you with his kisses, while lying on the bed.

Lazy and sick evenings with your boyfriend were one of the things that you looked up to. It didn’t matter if Jeff was stubborn and wouldn’t stop kissing you, even if you said so. You honestly loved that he didn’t care for your sickness and he didn’t give up on anything.

He would never give up on anything whenever it came to you, to your relationship. He would always kiss you or he would always think that you were beautiful nevertheless your sickness.

He wouldn’t be tired to repeat the same things, because he knew how insecure you were. He loved to express the truth to cheer you up and to improve your self-esteem, your messy hair didn’t matter to him, neither when you could be compared to a scavenger.

You were his beautiful girl and you would always be.


You Don’t Know Me

Request: I can’t really think about an actual story plot but maybe yoongi getting you pregnant and he chickens out… Aw This is such a bad description but since you’re an amazing writer ypu can pull it off better ☺💖 thank you!

Originally posted by nvmyg

Pairing: Yoongi + Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.841

Warnings: swearing

A/N: you’re so sweet omg and of course it’s a good description! I hope I made it similar to the way you wanted it to be


Kneeling on the cold bathroom floor, your bare legs had goosebumps spread all over your skin, acknowledging the icy tiles. Hair hold back by one of your hands while the other one stabilized your weak body, your forehead collapsed against the toilet stool. Hasty breaths left your slightly open mouth while cold sweat pearled down your face and back. 

What is happening to me?

You took a deep breath before sitting up straight enough to not feel like an old grandmother having back problems. Grabbing some pieces of toilet paper, you wiped over your mouth before throwing it into the toilet and flushing it down to God knows where. 

Closing the toilet seat, you slowly stood up, turning your body towards the sink, opening the faucet. For a few seconds you let the water run so it could turn completely cold before holding both of your hands underneath it, splashing the icy water into your face. Reflexively, your lungs screamed for air as the cold water hit your face but you just ignored it.

It’s just cold water, calm down.

Grabbing your toothbrush, you brushed your teeth quickly, examining yourself in the mirror in front of you above the sink. Your eyes were encircled by dark bags, skin white as the snow that had already melted away weeks ago. Your hair had lost its healthy shine and just hung there loosely, like overcooked spaghetti noodles.  

Sighing deeply, you finished up your cleaning up and walked back into your bedroom, grabbing for your phone. You had to check the calendar before making any overly fast assumptions about your symptoms.

Opening the calendar app, you scrolled back to the last month.

Date of last period: February 16th

Current date: April 17th

Two months since your last period. Two months since mother nature forgot to visit you and make your life horrible. Oh how you wished, Satan had nested in your uterus in those last two months instead of sitting there in that exact moment, wondering how the hell you got into this situation.

“Two fucking months….”, you mumbled to yourself. “I need to get a test.”

With those words being said, you grabbed your keys and coat, storming out of your tiny apartment, down the street to the pharmacy. Strangers pushed their bodies into yours while trying to pass you but you didn’t notice. All you could think of was if you were ready to get some answers. You needed to know why you were feeling so miserable since weeks but at the same time you were scared. Scared that your assumptions would be true and you’d have to tell Yoongi. Scared that he’d flip and leave you alone. So many things could happen and you weren’t ready to figure out what else could ruin your life. But you had to. 

Pushing the door open, the smell of disinfectant hit your nose, making you scrunch it in disgust. You never liked the smell of disinfectant. It reminded you of hospitals and that again reminded you of death. Not the nicest connection one could think of. That’s why you tried to stay away from that smell. 

Walking up to the pharmacist who looked like she was about to fall asleep any second, you silently prayed that she wouldn’t ask any further questions like aren’t you a little too young to ask for a pregnancy test? where’s the father? do you know who the father is? you should have been more careful, young lady. You really didn’t need that crap right now.

“Excuse me”, you politely asked the woman. “C-can I have one of those pregnancy tests?”, you signaled at the white sticks behind the lady as she turned around to see where you were pointing at. They were the cheapest ones you could see and the only ones you could afford as a college student.

The pharmacist smiled at you and leaned a little closer to you. “Of course, but I wouldn’t recommend those - they’re usually wrong or don’t work at all.”

Then why are you selling them at all? “Oh.. well I guess it’ll have to do, those are the only ones I can afford right now”, you faked a laugh as she handed you the test and you gave her the money. Her expression was pitiful but not judging. More like a mother feeling sad for a child.

“Is there a bathroom around here? I don’t think I can wait until I’m back home”, you mumbled and the lady showed you the way to go.


After finishing your business, you waited in the cabin for the 10 minutes you were supposed to wait, anxiously biting down on your lip.

What if it’s positive? What am I supposed to do? I can’t take care of a baby yet. I can barely take care of myself!

As the 10 minutes went by, you decided that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t look down at the result by yourself. You needed someone to do it for you. So you walked out of the bathroom back to the pharmacist, who was looking at you questioningly.

“Would you mind- would you mind, telling me what is says?”, you asked hesitantly. “I can’t bring it over myself to do it.”

She smiled at you and nodded. “Sure, turn it around sweetheart, so I can see the bars.”

You turned the stick to her and bit down on your lip hard. Your heart rate increased and nervous sweat started to spread out all over your body. 

The lady took a look and then she seemed to struggle with a fitting facial expression. “I don’t know if you’re going to be happy about this new or not, but it’s positive”, she decided to smile at you warmly as your stomach dropped.

“Positive?”, you whispered, looking down on it yourself. There it was. A pink cross. Or plus. Or whatever you want to call it. 

“I- it can’t-”, you stuttered as your eyes filled with tears. You didn’t even care to wipe them away at that point.

“Oh no dear, don’t cry”, the pharmacist said. She turned around and grabbed another package, a fancier looking one and discreetly slid it over the table. “Shh don’t tell anyone but here - take this one. These are about 89% of the time right unlike the one you just took. Take it with you and do the test when you’re calmed down, okay?”

You looked up at her and shook your head under tears. “B-but I can’t afford that one.”

The lady smiled at you again and pushed it closer to you. “It’s fine. It’s on the house”, she winked and giggled, making you smile at her thankfully.

“No go, rest and take the test”, you nodded at her words, mouthed a quick ‘thank you’ before rushing back to your apartment. 

Maybe you still had a chance.


“What do you mean ‘you’re pregnant’? We always used protection (Y/N)!”, Yoongi screamed in disbelief, brushing his hands through his hair in frustration. “You can’t be pregnant. It’s impossible.”

You rolled your eyes at him and laughed bitterly. “As long as your not sterile and I’m not infertile, I can always get pregnant Yoongi. Condoms can rip and the pill doesn’t work 100%.”

“Fuck!”, he yelled, throwing his phone against the sofa, making you flinch. You had expected him to react pissed or at least not really happy but you never thought, he’d flip like he did.

“Yoongi…”, you approached him, trying to calm him down, needing him to calm down to be calm yourself and not have a complete breakdown.

“Don’t touch me (Y/N)”, he growled.

“But-”

“No ‘buts’! This ruins everything, you realize that right? Everything I worked for so hard these last couple of years. Everything I ever wanted, all ruined because of this fucking mistake”, his voice was as cold as ice as his eyes stared at you, burning not only your body to pieces but your soul as well.

“Yoongi, yes it’s very inconvenient, you can call it a mistake even. But we’re in this together, we can’t change it. But we can go through this together”, you whispered through tears, trying to approach him again. You needed his support more than ever but all he seemed to do was to push you further away.

“It’s not only this pregnancy that is a mistake. This whole relationship was a mistake. I should have never started dating you, then it would have never gotten this far. I would have stayed focused on my work and only my work, not even having the slightest possibility for this to happen. Now what? The fans don’t even know about you! But all of sudden I have a girlfriend and a baby? They’d force me to marry you because we live in fucking Korea and you don’t just get kids without being married yet. My whole life would be ruined!”, by now he was screaming, fuming, running around the house uncontrollably, grabbing things here and there.

His words hit you worse than any weapon could as the meaning behind it sunk in. He thought you were the mistake. You were ruining everything. Everything that was important to him. He hated you in that moment, you felt it. 

You sunk to the floor, sobs escaping your lips as tears streamed down your face and your lungs were searching for air. Hysterical sobs left your mouth as your hands covered your face and your body curled up into a tiny frame.

“Yoongi please!”, you screamed out, lifting your head for a second, only hearing him going through your wardrobe in your bedroom. “I can’t do this without you! I’m a broke college student, I’m alone here, I don’t have anybody else but you!”

His figure appeared back in the door frame to the living room, a packed bag slung over his shoulder. “You should have thought about that before starting a relationship with me.”

Hastily you stood up as his body walked past you, towards your front door. Your fingers enclosed his arm, pulling on it, so he would stop. When he did and turned around, you saw the hurt and guilt in his eyes for a second before his gaze turned back to ice. You knew he cared. He cared but he was also impulsive and his impulse told him that his career was more important. 

“Yoongi, you don’t want that. You love me. You can’t just leave me like this, you’re more than this awful egoistic asshole”, you brokingly sobbed, still holding onto his arm, eyes begging him to stay.

He shook his head, ripping his arm free from your grip. “I guess you don’t know me that well after all then.”

With that, he pushed you off him, slamming the door shut without giving you one last glance, as you glanced after his figure in disbelief, a deadly pain spreading across your chest and stomach, making you gasp for air as more tears covered your face, leaving physical marks of the pain your were feeling.

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[[request prompt: I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR WRITING ❤ you’re my favorite writer ever !!!! So could you please do a Peter x reader where the reader is being hit on by older guys in a busy coffee shop and she is really uncomfortable and she says she has someone with her and they ask who and she points to a random person and goes and sits with him and its Peter nose deep in a chemistry book and she tells him what’s happening and they both instantly fall for each other and it’s fluff at the end and he asks her out again.]]

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Boys today have no class, you think to yourself as you awkwardly twirl at the ends of your hair. While you were waiting in line at your local coffee shop, you could feel two teenaged boys ogling you like you were some piece of meat. They kept on whispering about how cute you looked all while discussing ways to get closer to you.

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Because I Love You (Part II)

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

Summary: (Y/n) left, and Bucky knew at that moment, his whole world crashed.

Warnings: Angst, Alcohol, Cheating, Modern!AU, Swearing
1.74k Words.

Again, sorry to those who are named Adley!

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

A/N: Part II is out. I realized I had quite a ton of grammar mistakes in Part I, so I re-read this one a few times. Sorry if there are still some. I hope you all enjoy this one. 


The only thing running through Bucky’s mind was why in the world was (Y/n) here? Did Adley contact her? How did she find out about Adley? Bucky noted that (Y/n) had stiffened in Natasha’s arm when she heard his voice, the voice that promised her nothing but sweet happiness ever since the day she agreed to his confession. His eyes darted between (Y/n) and Adley, swiftly ignoring the death glare Natasha has been giving him.

Bucky took a large inhale, his brain trying to work things out- trying to look for all the possibilities where he wouldn’t lose her. He knew his heart was racing against time, but he couldn’t feel it, all he received was the agonizing pain gnawing his stomach.

No one moved for minutes, afraid of the moment that was to come if they did. Bucky heard (Y/n) draw a long intake of breath, and he stared at her as she closed her eyes. He longed to see those (y/e/c) orbs, the ones that never failed to make him fall for her all over again, but he knew that if he did, the dreaded feeling in his guts would increase tenfold because they would only reflect all the damage he had inflicted upon her.

(Y/n) stood up. Such a small movement yet it screamed so much more, and that was the call Bucky took for himself to speak.

“(Y-Y/n), I-” he started, his voice was slightly croaky and (Y/n) shuddered as she predicted his next words. It was the exact same tone Bucky used when he lied to her about coming home in the middle of the night. Back then, she would lie to him as well, assuring him that it was alright, but not this time. (Y/n) knew she had to leave, for if she stayed, he’ll just toy with her heartstrings once more.

“Adley, that’s all I needed to say. I-If you’ll excuse me, I have to go, have a good life,” (Y/n) said, following Natasha as they made their way to the door. Her voice did not once quiver, and Bucky wondered how much has he made her suffer for her to be able to grow into someone this strong.

“(Y/n)! Wait, please!” he cried out, and she stopped. (Y/n) motioned for Natasha to go on without her. Bucky could sense the hesitation in the redhead’s movements, before suppressing a tremor seeing the bitterness and resentment in Natasha’s eyes, all directed towards him. (Y/n) turned around, her expression not betraying how she felt. Bucky saw it all in slow motion, how her small steps turned into long strides, how her right hand reached out to her left, pulling the ring he gave to her on their second anniversary and clenching it in a fist.

“James,” she started, and Bucky broke down into a trembling mess because she had never use his first name, he never allowed it. His eyes were shut tightly, terrified of the judgement heading his way, and terrified of seeing her leave. “James, look at me,” Bucky bit his lips, and did exactly what she said, “James. You obviously can’t do this anymore. I don’t deserve this, Adley doesn’t deserve this,” her warm and soft hands; the ones where if people touched, they would never be able to tell all the hardships this woman has been through, caressed his much larger and rougher ones.

It only lasted a few seconds, and Bucky let out his tears when he felt her warmth leave his. On impulse, he lunged to (Y/n), clutching onto her like his life depended on it, because to him, it did.

“I’m sorry (Y/n)! I-I really am, please! Stay! Don’t go!” he wheezed. Bucky nuzzled his face into her hair, cherishing the hint of vanilla that had fused itself with (Y/n)’s own almond scent. Bucky didn’t know how long they stood there like that, and Bucky didn’t realise the pained expression that was painted on Adley’s face, but (Y/n) did. With all the strength in her, she pushed the man she loved away.

“If you’re really sorry, you never would’ve done it in the first place James, you know that,” (Y/n) said, “Heck, even I know that! And after all the effort you’ve gone through, all the effort you’ve put in for me to trust you?” Tears cascaded down from her eyes, once more, “You threw it all away as if it meant nothing!”

Bucky knew exactly what (Y/n) was talking about. Getting her to go out with him was never easy. When he first met her, the (y/h/c) was already broken and lost. She never wanted to give love a chance, but he changed that.

“Look, Bucky, you’re a really great guy! And I’m honoured to know someone as good as you could like someone like me but- I just can’t.” (Y/n) said, looking up into those icy blue eyes.

“You can’t, or you won’t?” Bucky asked, and (Y/n) wanted to retort but the guy was right. She simply didn’t want to risk it.

“(Y/n), I know what your dad did, I’ve heard it all from Natasha,” Bucky said, grabbing (Y/n)’s hands in his own, “but I promise you I won’t be that kind of guy. I won’t hurt you. I won’t let you go down the same path your mother did. And if you’d just give me a chance, a chance to prove it to you,” he brought her hand up to his lips, lightly kissing her knuckles, “I swear I will treat you right.”

“You remember, don’t you? Even if you don’t, I do,” (Y/n) said, backing away from Bucky, “It took you 7 months, 3 weeks and 1 day for me to finally accept your love. And that wasn’t just it, remember the conditions you stated when you pleaded for me to give you a chance?”

Bucky couldn’t breathe, he knew he fucked up. He’s losing his best girl, his best friend and there’s nothing he could do about it.

“Well, you’ve used it all up.”

Bucky watched as she edged closer to the door, tears staining his face and blurring his vision. (Y/n) grabbed the door handle, opening the entrance to her new beginning. Just as she was about to take a step, she paused and turned around. Bucky’s heart swelled, hoping she would give him another chance, but it plummeted after seeing the newfound resolution in her eyes.

“Oh, and Adley?”

The brunette looked at the door with furrowed brows and pursed lips.

“Don’t let him do to you, what he did to me,” (Y/n) said with one last smile; before leaving the house, before leaving both Adley’s and Bucky’s lives.

The warm sunlight that passed through the door disappeared, and the house became eerily quiet. Bucky could feel Adley’s stare from behind his back. He looked pathetic, crouching on the carpeted floor, face messed up and his form quivering, but he didn’t give a damn. He clenched his fist tighter, but felt a sharp jab in one of them. He looked down in confusion, and his heart felt hollower seeing the ring she left him.

“J-James,” Adley called out, “James…?”

Her voice was soft and cautious, as if talking to a lost child, Bucky noted. He could sense her approaching, although the carpeted floor did well for its job, silencing the sound of her footsteps. She called him out once more before tapping his back, and he allowed instincts to take over. He stood up and turned to her, all traces of agony gone and in came anger. Adley flinched as he grabbed her arm firmly.

“Did you tell her?” he grunted out, and she whimpered, “Did you tell her?” he questioned again, pausing between each word.

Adley quickly shook her head, forcing out a small no. He tore his grasp from her, biting the insides of his cheek to make sure this wasn’t a nightmare. Bucky recognized that it wasn’t Adley’s fault when she wrapped her arms around him timidly, but those arms weren’t the ones he was used to after a day’s work. It may have been the ones that provided him pleasure, but they were not the ones that radiated warmth and home. He took Adley’s arms off himself and left her house, disregarding her calls of his name.

The drive back home was vague to him. Actually, everything was vague for him; he faintly remembered searching their (no, not theirs anymore, his) house for anything that belonged to her (that’s probably why it looked trashed), then leaving to the bar not too far away. He was gulping down his sorrows, and only snapped out of it when a familiar reprimanding face looked down at him.

“S-Steve…” he drawled out.

The blonde looked unimpressed, arms crossed and jaw ticked.

“Bucky, what are you doing?”

“I’m drinking! Come, join me!” he paused, “Wait, how did you know I was here?”

“You texted me about how much you screwed up and this is the only bar you’d go to if you were alone, Buck,” Steve replied, “So what happened?”

Bucky shook his head in slow motion, drunken laughter bubbling up inside him. His head throbbed from the amount of Gin and Vodka he drank, but his heart suffered more.

“I fucked up, Steve. I really did…” he looked at his best friend, who only returned a stare of his own, “(Y/n) found. She left.”

“You know I’m not gonna help you Buck,” Steve sighed, “I told you the day I found out that you needed to stop your game. The only reason why I didn’t tell (Y/n) myself was because of your reasoning as to why you did it, you know that.”

Steve took a seat beside Bucky, and they both drank in silence. The buzzing of the bar was tuned out as Bucky travelled back to times where (Y/n) looked at him like he was her world. Back at Adley’s? She looked at him so bitterly yet the love was still there, albeit broken, but still there. She wanted him to be happy, and if that’s her last wish for him, so be it.

“I’ve made up my mind, Steve. I’ll stay with Adley, and treat her right.” Bucky noticed Steve’s perplexed expression, and the lingering word ‘Why’ hanging above them. He took one last shot of burning liquid down his throat before staring ahead.

“That’s what (Y/n) wanted for me.”

And he will follow it through without a word.

Skinny dipping in Sweetwater River- An Archie Andrews imagine

anon asked “Could you write a fic where it’s the Riverdale group and there playing truth or dare at night time by the river or at a beach or something and the reader gets dared to skinny dip with Archie”

Warnings: nudity but nothing overly descriptive

The Riverdale five, Jughead Jones, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Veronica Lodge, and Y/N L/N. They could always be found in the same places either the blue and gold room or their booth at Pops. However to celebrate Archie getting added to the Varsity team and Mrs. Grundy’s departure they decided to spend a night by the river playing games. Well playing truth or dare to be exact.

It started off simple enough “Tell us your actual name Jughead,” followed by laughs and hoots when he did. Betty and Jughead got dared to kiss, the quick peck making a red blush go up both teenagers necks and faces. Things started to slowly heat up, as they usually do with teenagers. It moved into the question of who did you lose your virginity to or what’s the most risque thing you’ve done.

Veronica looking back at the river got the idea, to dare Y/N and Archie to skinny dip as the rest of them went into town to get food from Pops. Ronnie knew about the crushes they had on each other and thought this the perfect opportunity to play match maker.

“So me, Betty, and Juggie are gonna go get some food and bring back from Pops.” The raven-haired girl said leaving the other two confused.

“Okay what are me and Archie supposed to do?” Y/N asked her voice laced with both confusion and a hint of excitement at spending time alone with her crush. She pushed her hair out of her face the bonfire showing off her features and Archie looked at her the same confusion and excitement welling up in him.

“Oh did I forget to say it? Well as it was my turn for truth or dare and you two both promised no more boring truths, my dare is that both of you skinny dip in the river while we are gone. A dare is a dare guys!” With that comment the Lodge girl tossed her hair over her shoulder grabbed both of the other two to pull them along. Jughead was trying not to laugh at this point looking at the shocked expression on his best friends face. Betty had an almost apologetic look aimed at Y/N.

As they left Y/N looked down at her feet not wanting to see Archies reaction. “We can just not do it Archie it’s okay.”

“Well a dare is a dare Y/N, and we shouldn’t lie to Ronnie so…” Archie let the last part of the sentence die off not quite knowing how to express the next part and Y/N looked over and just saw that annoying little smirk. He is a teenage boy honestly what did Ronnie expect.

“Fine just….turn around while I get undressed and get into the water.” She conceded as she could already feel a blush on her cheeks and neck.

Archie did as he was told turning his back towards their makeshift camp and waiting for a cue to turn around. Y/N undressed quickly and jumped into the water of the river. She had been swimming in the river a ton of times since she was a kid but this time the fear and excitement wasn’t for the rolling current it was for the redhead a few feet away.

When he heard the splash of her jumping in the water Archie turned around his eyes meeting her figure as she rose to the surface pushing her hair back out of her face and covering her upper half with her arms. He couldn’t help but let his jaw drop. She was attractive he already knew that but now she was standing in the water in front of him looking at him expectantly and he just seemed to lose his breath.

“Well Andrews I am not going to be the only one naked right now are you gonna strip or not?” Y/N joked as the original fear had given way to now a more lighthearted atmosphere.

Archie pulled his shirt over his head followed by his jeans leaving him in his underwear as he approached the water. Now it was Y/N turn to stare. She turned her head for a few seconds so Archie could kick off his boxers and climb into the rushing river. When she turned back she saw his eyes were still on her.

There was a comfortable moment of silence and then Archie was the first to speak asking the question Y/N actually hoped he wasn’t going to. “Why do you think Ronnie picked us for this?”

Y/N wasn’t sure if it was the fact she was already feeling vulnerable or the cold touch of the water on her skin reminding her she was alive but something gave her a boost of confidence. Enough to look the cute boy in the eye and just flat out say, “My crush on you.”

The sound of Betty’s car driving towards the camp seemed to bring the two teenagers back to reality as Archie climbed out of the river and onto the rocks getting the towels they had brought for after swimming, though to be fair they did figure all five people would be swimming. Both quickly dried off and changed back into their clothes, the idea of fear or hiding out the window. Glances were stolen from both of them as a blush was also mirrored.

When they were all dressed they sat by the fire and Archie placed his letter jacket on Y/N shoulders as she still seemed chilled from the water. “When we get back to town how about I take you out on a date okay?” Archie asked with the cute smile he has often.

“It’s a date.”

Veronica, Betty and Jughead walked back onto the campsite and seeing Archies jacket around Y/N shoulders all began to smile or smirk knowing the plan had worked.

“Well how much fun did you two have while we were gone?”

Kitty Fic: kyknophobia

kit and ty take a walk in the park - read on ao3

wrote a drabble and im super nervous but for my fav boys i defeated my fear

(warning for discussion on death/grief, los spoilers and swans)

please enjoy if you decide to read!!

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Targeted - Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer and the reader experience a traumatic event, and one of them might not make it through.

Contains: angst

Warning! abuse, vivid detail of a case, hospital stay, etc

21. “Every time I sleep, I have the same nightmare.”

41. “How long has it been?” - “7 minutes and 37 seconds.”

@ancienthistorygoals requested these prompts, with angst

Originally posted by toyboxboy

It had started as any other day when you weren’t home. 

You woke up in a white hotel bed and got dressed in record time, then drove over to the local station to continue working with your team on the case you were called in for. You forced food and coffee down your throat, talked with your team, and tried to think of how to identify who this unsub was. It was, well, normal.. Until it wasn’t.

The unsub had been sending the police at the station pictures of who their current victim was but by the time the victim was identified, it was always too late. They were found dead in various dumping sites, but always near bodies of water. It was unbearably frustrating.

So when the lead detective on the case came into the room your team was currently in and handed Hotch an envelope, you were expecting to see a picture of a woman you didn’t recognize inside. But the picture was of someone you did recognize. You saw this exact face every time you looked in a mirror.

It was a photo of you.

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Pack Mother - Derek Hale - Part 8

Characters: Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Werewolf!Stiles, Jackson Whittemore, Liam Dunbar, PackMom!Reader.

“I don’t care why you said it, Liam. I just don’t want you swearing around my son. I don’t want you swearing period.” You give Liam a scolding look as you balance Max on your hip.

Liam looks at you, his anger obvious. “I didn’t mean to! Jackson and Isaac-”

“And I will talk to them. You’re not getting the point here.”

He exhales loudly and goes out the back door. You roll your eyes, turning to look at Derek. He has both eyebrows raised and his arms crossed.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He smiles. He holds his arms out to Max and you hand the baby to him.

You smirk as you look him over. He’s wearing a tight black t-shirt that stretches over his biceps. He’s got on black skinny jeans and black motorcycle boots. The only accessory he needs is the baby on his arm dressed in a yellow onesie.

“Are you checking me out?” He laughs.

You shrug. “Yeah.”

He chuckles. “At least you’re honest.”

Scott jogs in the front door. “Stiles is coming but Lydia and Jackson broke up so Lydia is coming too but Jackson’s mad at Stiles because he thinks that Stiles is the reason they broke up but he’s not and he actually has no idea they broke up and I wa-”

“Wait wait wait…slow down. Lydia and Jackson broke up?” You asked. Scott nods and you give Derek a look. “Is Lydia upset?” Scott shrugs. “But Jackson is mad at Stiles?” He nods.

“Can you go talk to him? Diffuse the situation a little?” You ask Derek. He nods and heads out back where the boys were.

“How do you know what’s going on?” You look at the younger boy.

“Jackson called me looking for Stiles…I kinda pieced it together.” You both turn as Stiles walks in the door.

“What…?” He looks confused.

“Jackson and Lydia broke up.” You say quietly.

He grins, “Seriously? Derek told me to wait it out but I didn’t think I’d ever get a chance with her.”

You hear Max babbling and you turn and see Derek standing behind you. He gestures toward the door and when you look Jackson’s walking in.

He spots Stiles and his eyes glow. “Stilinski.” He grits his teeth.

“I thought you said you would handle it.” You mutter to Derek and he shrugs.

“It’s your fault! I know it is!” You see him clench his fists and approach Stiles.

“Woah..I have no clue what you’re talking about.” Stiles puts his hands up in defense.

“Don’t lie to me you little prick.” He pokes his finger into Stiles’ chest. Stiles grabs his hand and pushes it back and you can hear it break.

Jackson groans in pain, holding his hand as you run over. You look up at Stiles and he has his arms crossed, his eyes glowing green. Green.

You exchange looks with Derek before tending to Jackson’s hand. “It’ll heal. Don’t worry about it.” You squat in front of him and pick up his wrist, snapping it back into place. “Stiles, I-” You start. His eyes turn from green to his normal brown and flick back to green before he storms out the door. He leaves the door wide open.

“Do you believe me now when I say something’s wrong?” You look at Derek.

He sighs and looks at the door. “We never get a supernatural break, apparently.”

Max screeches, smacking Derek’s arm. “This little guy wants a break? Don’t you, baby boy?” Derek smiles and starts bouncing, Max giggling before screeching again.

You smile and watch him, falling just a little bit more in love with him. His eyes meet yours and you feel this jump in your stomach, you feel a connection with him, something you’ve never felt before. In that moment something happened, a bond was made and there was no going back now.

But you had other things to worry about that, and all feelings aside, something was wrong with Stiles.

“Should we tell Scott? I mean, he is Scott’s best friend, he’d know more than us.”

“Maybe we could tell Lydia, I’m sure she knows Stiles reaaal well.”

You turn and look at Jackson, who’s scowling hard. “Look, I love you and all but right now is not the time for you to talk and complain about your angsty, hormonal, teenage life. If you want to pout because Lydia broke up with you, do it somewhere else.”

He grunts and gets up, wandering off.

“Wow.” Derek raises an eyebrow.

“I don’t want to hear about it, really. Lydia deserves more than Jackson anyway.”

Derek nods, “You’re not wrong.” He puts Max down and sits on the couch. “Should we go look for him?”

“No, he should come back. I don’t want him to feel overwhelmed with him just coming back and all.”

Stiles walks back in the door, his eyes their normal whiskey color. “Hey. Sorry I’m late.”

“Where did you go?” You turn to look at him.

“Nowhere? I just got here.” He shrugs.

“What about Jackson?”

“What about him?” Stiles looks confused.

“Him and Lydia broke up…” You watch his expressions.

“Seriously? Derek told me to wait it out but I didn’t think I’d ever get a chance with her.”

“Stiles…?”

“Yeah?”

“I already-…never mind.”

He doesn’t even look fazed. “Is she here? If not I’m going to go talk to her.”

You shake your head. “No, go ahead.”

He nods and turns back around, walking out the door.

“What’s wrong?” Derek stands up.

“I already told him they broke up, and he said the exact same thing. It’s like he’s got short-term memory loss or something.”

“Maybe he does.”

“Or maybe he’s in and out of consciousness.”

You both watch each other before you walk over to him. “We’ll figure it out…but until then, don’t tell anyone.”

Derek nods and takes your hand. “Sit.” You both sit on the couch and you lay your head on his shoulder. “I have to talk to Isaac and Jackson.”

“Why?” He wraps his arm around you and pulls you close.

“They did something to Liam, I don’t know. Teenage boy stuff.”

“Ah. Makes sense.” He chuckles. “I want to take you on another date.”

You look up at him. “What?”

“Yeah, I mean we’ve only been on one and we know each other a lot more now. We could have Lydia watch Max and we could go. Just you and me.”

You nod. “I’d love that.”

He tilts your chin up and pecks your lips. “You’re my best friend, you know.”

“Oh yeah? You’re mine too.” You smile and lay your head back on his shoulder.

He chuckles. “I told you we’d make a good team.”

analysing the tri.angle

Remember when people thougt we were getting a “love triangle” in Chapter 4? Well, that didn’t last long. What we did get, though, is far more interesting.

@skuag​ asked me to write about the parallels between Soushitsu and Episode 26 of Digimon Adventure, and so here’s a brief analysis of the Taichi/Sora/Yamato scenes in both of them. Beware of tri. spoilers.

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Last Dance

(A/N): I thought this request was so fucking cute and honestly, Chris can dance so well??? 

Request: Can I request a Chris EvansxReader where reader is an actress too and instead of Liz, reader goes on Ellen show with him and plays that dancing bit and the whole dating thing but have it be true? Please and thank you!

Warnings: none 

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor


Originally posted by loverealbeats

    You smiled as Ellen finally got to the topic everyone was dying to know about, whether or not you and Chris Evans were really a thing. 

   “So, I’ve read that you two are dating, is that true?” Ellen smiles at the two of you, clearly eager to know whether the rumors or not were true. 

   “Yeah- yeah we are,” You smile, laughing when the audience roars to life. 

   “We’re actually engaged,” Chris smiles, he too laughing as the audience cheers loudly. 

   “Are you guys really?” Ellen asks, her face taking on a mild look of surprise. You nod your head, reaching up to give Chris a high five the exact moment he did the same thing. 

   “For half a year actually, the wedding’s in a couple months,” Chris smirks, trying his best not to laugh as the two of you high five like a couple of nerds. 

   “That’s so exciting!” Ellen smiles, her eyes alighting with an almost mischievous glint. “And what better way to celebrate your upcoming wedding than-” 

   “Oh god no,” Chris chuckles, hanging his head as a fit of giggles wash over him. Ellen chuckles as well, her smile growing in size. 

   “Come on, it’s gonna be fun, I promise,” 

   “Do we wanna know what it is?” You ask skeptically, a smile of your own rising to your lips once again. 

   “Well, follow me-” Ellen stands from her seat, directing the two of you to the open space she had besides her little set up. “Okay, stand on these two platforms,” The two of you take your respectable places, smiling at the audience before you. “You guys are going to take turns dancing to whatever dances show up on the screen but as soon as the dance switches you have to freeze in whatever position your in, got it?” 

   “Got it,” The two of you say in unison, smiling at Ellen as she goes and stands by some little table or stand she had set up. 

   “Okay Chris, you’re first right now-” And suddenly some music begins to play and a dance pops up on the screen. You begin to laugh as Chris dances, showing off his spinning skills to the movement of ballet, but suddenly the dances changed and it was your turn and you were instructed to do an Irish jig. You were honestly laughing so hard you thought you may fall and ruin your chance of bragging rights but before you could the dances switched and Chris was doing the best damn running man you’d ever seen. 

   “Oh my god,” You laugh, covering your mouth to contain your sudden giggles as Chris dances amazingly. But before long it was your turn and you had to quickly do your own dance, not able to see the rest of Chris’. You try not to giggle as you salsa, smiling when you heard Chris’ laughter beside you. “Shut up you jerk I’m trying my best!” You laugh, stopping when the dances changed again. You throw your head back, laughing hysterically as Chris does a perfect Beyonce dance, one of classic moves to single ladies. But before you could appreciate the dance to it’s fullest it changed again, coming back to you.

    You could practically feel Chris trying not to laugh as you did your best to shimmy, one hand clasped over his mouth as he watched you.  You did the shimmy for about two seconds before the dances changed once again and you nearly had a heart attack at the words printed on the screen before the two of you. 

   “Uhh- ahh-” Chris looks around, smirking when he skidded to your side, his body already pressed against yours as he gives an almost perfect lap dance. 

   “Oh my god!” You shriek, laughing as you attempt to swat Chris away. He laughs too, bracing his body as he puts his hands on his knees, his body shaking as he attempted to regain composer. “Oh my god stop, no!” You laugh, giving his ass a good swat to get him away from you. 

   You’re laughing so hard you can barely breathe and when Chris jumps away from you, swearing as he rubs at his butt you think you may drop to the ground from your sudden lack of oxygen but before you could the music ended and Ellen along with the audience members were clapping for you. Chris laughs as he turns to you, enveloping you in a warm hug, his arms wrapped around your waist and your face stuck against his chest. He places a comically big kiss to the top of your head, not even letting you go when Ellen approached the two of you. 

   “Well at least we can now say you guys are the cutest couple in Hollywood,” Ellen smiles as she stops beside the two of you, her gaze upon you and Chris almost affectionate. “And you two probably have the best dance moves in Hollywood too,” You laugh once again, burying your face into Chris’ shirt. Chris’ laugh rumbles against your head, almost soothing you in some way or another. 

   “Well thank you, I must admit my lap dance was pretty damn good before someone ruined it,” Chris gives your butt a playful pinch, causing you to squeal and lean against him more, your face burning in embarrassment. You don’t even have to look at Chris to know he has a self satisfied smirk on his face, you’d spent enough time with him to know what his ever facial expression looked like, guess that happened when you spent every waking moment with someone. 

   “Shut up, my shimmy was pretty damn good,” 

   “So was your Irish jig,’ You smile against Chris’ chest, your heart fluttering at the praise. 

   “Well everyone, let’s give it up for Chris and soon to be (Y/N) Evans!” You blush at the name, something you hadn’t heard anyone else say other than Chris, it was nice to finally have someone else saying it. Everyone stands up, clapping for the two of you wildly. 

   “Well (Y/N) Evans?” Chris whispers in your ear as everyone continues to clap. “Since you liked that lap dance so much how ‘bout we continue it back home?: You laugh, your head getting light headed once again. 

   “You know what,” You smirk a bit. “I’d gladly take that lap dance,” 

Kiss.

character: park woojin

genre: fluff

style: bullet

summary: you and woojin have to babysit woojin’s cousin, and his cousin likes you a lot


  • woojin was supposed to go on a date with you
  • but, he forgot that he was supposed to babysit his cousin on the exact same day
  • he informed you, of course, and you got mixed emotions
  • but mostly happy because you’re getting the opportunity to see woojin’s cousin
  • you were fine with little kids, in general
  • as long as they weren’t your cousins
  • who could casually set the house on fire
  • so, you were pretty excited to see woojin’s little cousin, but also a little worried at the same time
  • “y/n, don’t worry so much. i'm sure that he will like you,” woojin assured your worries
  • it made you feel better, but you still had your doubts
  • as you guys approached the house of woojin’s cousin, you somehow felt like you were meeting woojin’s parents
  • because this cousin of his was someone that woojin was very close with, 
  • you’ve seen him in woojin’s social media accounts before you guys started dating, they were basically like siblings
  • woojin held your hand and looked at you before asking: “still nervous?”
  • “a little,” you answered with a forced laughter.
  • woojin looked skeptical, not really believing your answer
  • you sigh and confessed: “fine. i’m very nervous.”
  • woojin simply laughed and pinched your cheeks a little before saying: “you’re cute when you’re nervous.”
  • you just rolled your eyes and pouted at his words.
  • “you’re not helping~”
  • “don’t be nervous. there’s nothing to be nervous about,” woojin said and gave you a quick kiss on your nose
  • immediately ringing the bell, you heard the voice of a little boy
  • “I GOT THE DOOR!”
  • you swore it was the cutest voice ever because you couldn’t help but smile
  • as the door opened, you saw a little boy that looked so happy to see his favourite older cousin
  • “WOOJIN-HYUNG!”
  • “aye! big guy! what’s up?” woojin would greet him with a smile and give him a fist bump
  • his little cousin was about to answer after giving a happy fist bump
  • then he saw you
  • his eyes grew wide, and all you could do was smile warmly at him
  • BECAUSE HE WAS SO CUTE AND FLUFFY THAT YOU WANTED TO SQUISH HIS CHEEKS
  • “hello, i’m y/n,” you introduced yourself in a calm manner
  • “are you woojin-hyung’s girlfriend?”
  • you were going to answer that, but woojin already answered it for you
  • “yes, she is. she’s pretty right?” woojin asked proudly with a grin
  • his little cousin nodded and asked: “can i play with her?”
  • of course, woojin allowed and you were delighted to play with him
  • he was very obedient and an adorable boy
  • lowkey flirtatious too, thanks to the teachings of park woojin
  • you found out that his name was woobin and he was 5 years old
  • you would handle most of it, with woojin following you and telling you what to do and where to go
  • but some things, were just meant for woojin to handle
  • “i want to pee.”
  • “come on, i’ll go with you. i don’t think y/n-noona wants to see you pee,” woojin said as followed the boy who was running to the toilet desperately
  • woobin, somehow, only wanted you and at one point, you were getting tired
  • he was literally hugging you from behind with his small arms just hugging your neck
  • you lowkey felt like he was choking you
  • but you can’t do anything about it because it would upset him if you did
  • woojin would notice you, silently pleading for help with your eyes
  • and he would immediately help you out because he didn’t want to tire you out
  • but if woobin wants to play with you
  • what the boy wants, the boy gets 
  • so, when you play with woobin after resting for a few minutes
  • woojin would watch you and him in amusement as he would secretly record videos of the two of you playing together on his phone
  • well, more like recording videos of you smiling and giggling so he can watch it when he misses you
  • because your expressions were so sincere even when you understood absolutely nothing about what woobin was talking about
  • eventually, you would notice that woojin was recording you and try to take it away from him
  • “YAH! PARK WOOJIN! GIVE THAT PHONE TO ME!”
  • woobin would be surprised a little and just watch the two of you
  • “yah! delete it~!”
  • “why would i delete it!? you look so cute!”
  • “yah! park woojin! DELETE it!”
  • you would chase him around the house and eventually, little woobin would chase after woojin as well to help you
  • cause the little boy would do anything for you
  • the chasing would make the little boy tired and you knew that it was time for the boy to have his sleep because it was getting dark
  • “woobin-ah, do you want to take sleep?” you asked in a calm voice as you approached him after chasing woojin
  • he gave a long yawn and shook his head
  • “i’m not sleepy,” woobin lied
  • "yes, you are sleepy,” woojin corrected him and carried the younger boy
  • the boy sighs in defeat and rests his head on woojin’s shoulder with his eyes closed
  • you follow them to woobin’s room from behind quietly
  • “i want y/n-noona to put me to sleep,” woobin requested as woojin places him on his bed
  • woojin looks at you with a questionable look, knowing that you were tired and probably wanted to rest
  • but, you nodded to woojin, as a sign that you’re alright with it, and gave a gentle smile to woobin before approaching him
  • you sat beside woobin on his bed because his bed was soft and comfy
  • and covered the boy with his blanket
  • woojin was on the floor, but right beside you
  • “y/n-noona, can you read me a story?” woobin asked as he took out a story book from below his pillow
  • “yeah, y/n-noona, read us a story,” woojin teased with a smirk plastered on his face
  • you rolled your eyes at woojin and gave him a light hit on the shoulder before reading the storybook woobin choose
  • both woobin and woojin listened to the story quietly
  • with woobin trying hard to not close his eyes
  • and woojin resting his head on your lap
  • when the story ended, woobin was almost asleep
  • ALMOST
  • he just wanted one more thing
  • “y/n-noona, can i get a goodnight kiss?” he asked innocently
  • you were shocked by his request and looked at woojin who immediately shook his head aggressively
  • “that’s enough, woobin. y/n-noona’s kisses are only for me.”
  • and when he does go to sleep, the both of you would leave the room and head downstairs, waiting for woobin’s parents to get back home
  • you both sat comfortably on the couch, with you resting your head on woojin’s lap as you both watch the tv
  • “you know, woobin was going to steal you from me,” woojin said with a chuckle. “he even wanted a kiss!”
  • “i know,” you answered. “i was gonna give him a goodnight kiss though,” you added
  • woojin laughed and shook his head. 
  • woojin immediately gave you a kiss on your lips before saying:
  • “your kisses are mine. and only mine.”
Soulmates

Okay. NEW SERIES! I had to do it because my love for AJ is beginning to over take my whole life. I did this one based off an AU prompt that’s been floating around. Basically the OC has an antique necklace that her grandma gave her that’s got supposed special powers to find her soulmate. She obviously doesn’t believe that, until she meet AJ Styles (the man she’s been crushing on for a while now), in person for the first time and something odd happens.
I hope you all like it!

Tag list: (Shield sisters get tagged no matter what. Even if they don’t like AJ, *Cough cough* Asylum *Cough, cough*) @i-kneel-for-king-loki @straight-outta-the-asylum @livingthestrongstyle @the-geekgoddes @geekoftv @planetahmane @ajstylesworld @littledeadrottinghood @thatwrestlingfan91 @lovemybtrboys @wrestlingbabe @xstylesxclashx @littlebluespoon @gurimujox @superrezzy00 @stardustmoonlightflower @blondekel77 @pjanina13 @wrestlingnoob @lady-laura-speaks @phenominalstyles @caffeineandreveries

Warnings: FLUFF
Word Count: 2869 (whoops)

Chapter One: Electricity

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anonymous asked:

is dirk a canon horse furry?

You probably weren’t expecting an essay length answer to this question. So like let there be no doubt at all from this point onwards this is exactly the kind of content you can legitimately expect from this blog. This is who I am. I’m sorry.

Also, you’re welcome. 

Yes, Dirk is a furry. And his relationship to furries shows us a lot about his parallels and similarities to one Rose Lalonde. Who is also a furry.

Let’s get into this. 

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anonymous asked:

I discovered your fic Take Me to Church this week and gobbled it up. In doing so I couldn't help but notice that you share a strong music theme as is in the story Waiting For the Spark from Heaven to Fall by hollyethecurious and was curious if you realized you had copied that theme? Otherwise I love your story!

Nonnie, I’m sure you didn’t mean to open this can of worms, but unfortunately, here we are.

Yes, there are prevalent themes of music in Take Me To Church and Let Go of the Life You’ve Planned. And the reason why? Because @hollyethecurious copied my story.

Back in February of this year, I was approached by Hollye here on Tumblr. She told me that she had been struggling with her writing, and to get back into gear, she’d used an old college technique. She took a story she liked and reworked it into her own version, which was Take Me To Church.

I was very flattered at first, because very little can make you feel better as a writer than having someone come to you and say, “Your words inspired me to put pen to paper!” However, she was telling me about this because she wanted my permission to submit the story to the Captain Swan Big Bang. She assured me that, if I granted that permission, she would give credit to me and my story as the inspiration when she posted.

I was really unsure because as many of you know, I have put so much effort into Take Me To Church. I have poured countless, frustrating hours into planning it, writing it, and revising it. So for someone to rework the story and submit it to a fandom project where someone else would make artwork for it made me uncomfortable.

However, I wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, so I told her that I would need to read the work before I could say yes. She said she would, and sent me a document on the same day. Instead of sending me the whole draft, she sent me a single scene, along with an outline with plot points. I was instantly uncomfortable with the similarities; not only was the plot extremely similar, but she had used an exact line from Take Me To Church.

The next day, I expressed my concerns and explained that if she wanted to revise it so that it was really an original fan work, I would be happy to help her. She declined my offer, saying that it would require that she rewrite too much of the story, and with the strict deadlines of the CSBB, she didn’t think she would be able to. She then asked me if she could send me the whole story to look over, because she didn’t want to give up hope of it ever being read.

The document she sent me was well over 60k words, not simply a few random scenes, which told me that she’d been working on this story long before she contacted me. As was the case with the first document she sent, with the single scene, the story was full of similarities. I told her as much, that it was too similar, and I was not okay with her submitting it to the CSBB. She accepted my decision and said she would think of something else to submit to the CSBB.

However, later that same day, she got back in touch to ask if she could post the story to various fic platforms (AO3, FFnet, Tumblr) once the fandom “died down.” I repeated myself: that I was not comfortable with the story as is, that it would need to be extensively reworked to be an original fanwork, and that I was more than happy to help her do that since I happen to be the expert on Take Me To Church. She did not reply and I mistakenly believed that was the end of things.

At the end of May, I was contacted by a third party about a post Hollye had made on Tumblr. The post explained that she was going to be publishing her story at the beginning of June. I immediately contacted her and asked if she was able to take out the similarities, and expressed my surprise that she had been reworking it, since she never replied to my last message. She told me she had worked with “other individuals” who were familiar with Take Me To Church to take out the similarities. Given that these other individuals were not myself or even my beta-reader (the two people who know Take Me To Church the best), I asked once again to read over the finished product to confirm that it had been sufficiently reworked. She refused and began posting the story shortly afterwards.

Since she began posting, I have received messages from multiple people pointing out the similarities between Take Me To Church and Let Go of the Life You’ve Planned. And, like this message, some of them have implied that I might have been copying her. I cannot begin to express how devastating this is, that I could pour my heart and soul into writing something, and have someone else rework it and then refuse to give me my right to protect my work. I have cried over this, and I am infuriated.

There are several reasons why I waited so long to speak up, and they’re fucking important, so listen up:

First off, we’ve had a lot of fandom drama over plagiarism. The fact is, there are lots of stories that are all based around similar ideas, so sometimes you get similar stories. It does happen, and there’s no avoiding it. 

But this is not like that. This isn’t like two people writing two different Priest Killian stories. I know this because I’ve read pretty much every Priest Killian story. I’m one of the people who runs the Priest Killian Network. And I can guarantee you that this isn’t just another Priest Killian story; it’s my Priest Killian story reworked and posted by someone else without my permission. The similarities go far past the basic plot. And this isn’t even me being paranoid, since Hollye told me that she reworked my story when she approached me.

The second reason I waited to speak up is because I think it’s important to be kind, understanding, and encouraging. I didn’t want to be an asshole about this, and so when Hollye continued to ask for permission, it was difficult for me to give her a hard no. I wanted it to be okay for her to revise it and post it, which is why I kept making my offer to help her with it instead of just telling her, “Sorry, no.” I regret it now because now I feel taken advantage of. 

Finally, I admit that I kind of hoped nothing would happen when she started posting, or that maybe I’d even get more readers, since she said she would give me credit. However, at no point has she even mentioned me or Take Me To Church. Not only does this feel like a deliberate move to hide the fact that she copied my story, it also means that people who notice similarities might think, like this nonnie, that I copied her story.

You didn’t ask for the whole story, nonnie, but you’re getting it so that you or anyone else who questions the validity of my work will know the truth. I don’t want to have to waste my time answering another question like this when I’m already upset over this whole situation. Meanwhile, you might want to check publication dates before you imply that someone is copying someone else. Take Me To Church was published August 24th, 2015, almost two years before Let Go of the Life You’ve Planned was first posted.

Anyway, I’m bloody pissed over this whole thing and honestly now I don’t even care who knows it.

EDITED: The other story in question has now been taken down from all sites by the author. 

Picky. | minhyuk

Member: Daddy!Lee Minhyuk / Reader
Group: Monsta X
Word Count: 1,500+
Genre/Warning(s): fluff galore. ♥

Originally posted by honeykihyun

Picky.

A small, gurgled giggle falls from your eight-month-old son’s lips, which bear a striking resemblance to his father’s, as you carefully place him in his high chair.

“There you go~” you coo, getting him properly situated and straightening out the puppy-themed bib around his neck. He wiggles in his seat and you chuckle quietly at his penchant to fidget. “Let me fix you up first, handsome.”

Being the mini ball of energy that he is, your baby boy releases a string of tiny giggles when your fingers tickle his chest after successfully primping him. The youthful twinkle in his crescent eyes brightens your entire day when he peers up at you, flashing you a show of pink gums and few teeth.

“Is my little star hungry, hmm?” you ask him, tilting your head to the side, running a hand through his head of soft, healthy hair.

Your son emits another cute noise that seems compliant, stubby fingers flailing enthusiastically. His current schedule seems to be working perfectly.

“Is that a yeah?” You nod at him, understanding.

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