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Late Night Call (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which Bucky calls you late at night to help him make sense of his overactive mind. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,055

A/N: An anon and @mermaidinplaid requested: “Late night phone call between Bucky and the reader”. This takes place between “The Get Together” and “The First Date”.

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@avengerstories - Thank you for always reading my fics over for me! 

Originally posted by lancetucker

You’re on the verge of sleep, just moments away from slipping into the euphoric slumber you’ve been craving since you woke up this morning, when your phone rings. Just like that, the tendrils of unconsciousness release their hold on your mind and disappear without any farewells or second glances. You groan angrily, both at yourself for not putting your phone on silent and at the person who’s chosen to call you this late at night. You want to ignore the call out of spite, but there’s no reason to. Sleep has evaded you and you’re officially wide-awake, again.

“Yes?” You say into the phone, having accepted the call without bothering to check the caller ID. You’re hoping that, if you keep your eyes closed, you’ll be able to trick your body into getting back to sleep.

“Did I wake you up?”

You don’t have to pull your phone away from your ear to identify the caller. You heard this voice only a couple of hours ago. But at that time, it wasn’t swimming in remorse like it is now. “Bucky?”

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[#아스트로] 잠시 후 11시부터 아스트로가 출연하는 아리랑TV K-Drama Festa in 평창이 방송됩니다👐 금요일 아침 아스트로와 함께 시작하세요💕


[#ASTRO] In a bit at 11am KST, ASTRO will be on the ArirangTV K-Drama Festa in Pyeongchang broadcast 👐 Start your Friday morning off together with ASTRO 💕

trans via astrodaily

the bathroom is still steamy from your morning shower. i bump your hip playfully when we brush our teeth, which startles you, and you chuckle. i watch you fix your hair in the mirror. i love how focused you look, how meticulously you comb your fluffy bedhead into submission. i’m gathering my things when you surprise with a hug from behind, kissing my ear and whispering “have a good day, babe”

i love our morning routine.


“why so late?” he whined, watching you get onto your horse, “wait until morning before beginning your journey.”

“miss me already my prince?” you grinned. he didnt answer but you knew you had said the truth. “while im gone i got you a companion to take my place.” you stated. a servant scuttled away and returned with the puppy, you knew Charming had always wanted one.

Charming took a look at the puppy who was whimpering at his feet, “our very own puppy.” he grinned, “i’ll be sure to have him well trained by your return.”

anonymous asked:

I need to hear more about harry and y/n a newborn!!!!! Maybe like cuddling with them in the morning or sweet moments like

You’ve hit a nerve there, my friend. The idea of Harry with a newborn is killing my softly.

Because you KNOW he’s going to make any excuse he can to bring that baby into your bed in the mornings and have them continue sleeping on his chest until they wake up, whining to be fed.

You KNOW he’s going to insist on bathing with them for the first few months because he wants to make sure they’re safe (even though you know it’s actually just because he wants to be close to them at all times)

You KNOW he’s going to ask if he can do some of the night time feedings with milk that you’ve pumped because he’s a bit jealous you get all that cuddle time when you feed them and he wants to sit in the nursery and sing them back to sleep once they’ve eaten.

You KNOW he’s going to want to take the baby outside as soon as it’s warm enough, and carry them in a carrier against his chest, peeking down every so often to make sure that they’re comfy and secure, and giving them a soft kiss on the head.

Yeah…you hit a nerve there…

While perusing Midnight Fox, I noticed a little detail I missed before:

JUNO: What about our clothes?
KHAN: You never rent a tux before? You take the slip they give you and bring it back to the store—
JUNO: Not these. Lake stole our clothes. And our comms. And my gun!
KHAN: Someone’ll bring em by your places in the morning. I’ve got enough of a mess to deal with without people asking questions about you two. Now, go.

When Juno arrived back at his apartment (where Peter was waiting for him), he was still wearing the tuxedo Ingrid put him in instead of his regular clothes.

You can’t tell me Peter didn’t thoroughly enjoy the view. 

Swung in on a beam of starlight indeed.

Unfuck tomorrow morning
  • Wash the dishes in your sink
  • Get your outfit for tomorrow together, including accessories
  • Set up coffee/tea/breakfast
  • Make your lunch
  • Put your keys somewhere obvious
  • Wash your face and brush your teeth
  • Take your medication/set out your meds for the morning
  • Charge your electronics
  • Pour a little cleaner in the toilet bowl (if you don’t have pets or children or sleepwalking adults)
  • Set your alarm
  • Go to bed at a reasonable hour
Gasoline: Part 5

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Language, fluff, fluffy smut (YAAY FINALLY), unprotected sex (be safe!!!)

A/N: Part of this dialogue is inspired by a fan question at Houscon Afternoon Panel. So props to her cause that was amazing. Also, holy fuck I was excited about writing this. Feedback is appreciated. Hope you liked it.

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Originally posted by milanavsh

When you awoke the following morning, your muscles ached. It wasn’t as if you ran a fucking marathon, but you did have a few too many champagnes with Jensen. Wracking your foggy head, you remembered something about…

“You have beautiful eyes, Y/N.”
You snorted a laugh. “Like you can talk, green eyed god.”
Jensen smirked and reached up, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering longer than necessary on your cheek before pulling away.

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Body Talk

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Genre: Comedy and Romance

Warnings: None

Summary:  Dead bodies are the least of your worries this morning.


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You groaned, sitting up to look at the digital clock across the room. 3:02.

“Goddamn it.” You muttered before throwing the blanket off of you and making your way to the kitchen for a glass of water. You were having a particularly saucy dream about your boyfriend before you woke up. Why did sex dreams always end before you got to the good part?

You made the glass of water, thinking about when Jason would be home. Hopefully soon. If he wasn’t to beat up from his vigilantism this evening maybe he could help you reenact that dream.

As you leaned against the counter of kitchen, taking a sip from your glass, you heard a quiet click come from across the room.

You looked up to see none other than your boyfriend, crawling through the fire escape window and dragging a giant black body bag behind him. You silently watched as he pulled it in, letting it hit the floor with a thump. He locked the window and pulled the curtains across it.

Jason turned back around, pulling off his helmet and running a hand through his hair. He stood, staring at the giant black body bag for several moments and sighing. He stepped over it, rubbing his eyes as he made his way in your direction.

He looked up and stopped when he saw you standing there, in nothing but his oversized t shirt and a glass of water in hand. He smiled sheepishly at your raised eyebrow.

“What’s in the bag?” You casually asked, taking a sip of water. For some reason he looked so tantalizing right now. Damn that stupid dream. He licked his lips and looked away.

“Not a dead body.”

You giggled at his demeanor. Normally you’d be more pissed that he brought his nighttime activities home. When you had began to date it was made clear that you wanted nothing to do with his vigilante life, unless of course, you were patching him up.

“Mmhm. Baby we’ve got to work on your lying skills.Try to sound more convincing. What’s in the bag?” Jason just stood there, awestruck that not only at the fact that you were taking the situation so lightly, but that you were also seemed to be flirting with him.. He looked back and forth before answering.

“Definitely not a dead body?”

You giggled once again, rolling your eyes at him. You made your way over to where he stood and gave him a kiss on the cheek. You leaned up to whisper in his ear.

“The quicker you get rid of that body the quicker you get to touch mine.”

You pulled away to see a grinning Jason. He pulled you up by the waist to give you a quick kiss and a light squeeze of your ass.

“I’ll be back in twenty minutes babe.”

And with that he set your feet back onto the ground and made his way back to the big black bag that was taking up half of your living room. With a skip in his step he grabbed the straps and made his way back to the fire escape window.

“Be back in fifteen and I’ll make it worth your while.” You called, giggling when you heard a “challenge accepted” from a muffled voice outside of your window.

villainouschild  asked:

Me again! I've been wondering what would being married to Marty be like? (This is if you're taking requests if not, just ignore me!)

- surprisingly domestic
- Marty has told everyone who will listen that you’re his soft place to land, his refuge
- so when he’s home, he doesn’t leave unless he has to
- Breakfasts are always elaborate, though you have banned him from making anything else but the coffee and the pancakes
- Everything else he burns
- He will sabotage your alarms in the morning so you stay in bed with him
- Marty isn’t even the least bit repentant when you’re mad at waking up late. He’ll just watch you scramble to get ready with dark and hooded eyes
- his reasoning? You’re pretty when you’re mad.
- Weekly date nights, schedules permitting
- Nightly Skype dates when he’s out of town that take a spin for the NSFW real quick
- reunion sex on every available surface of your home
- he totally has a thing for being called daddy, which you only indulge on occasion

trulymadlysydney  asked:

You already knew this but PUMPKIN. I need it. 😭


“Pumpkin?” Walking around the house trying to find you, with a >:( face, or kissing your head in the morning, “morning, pumpkin” in his raspy morning grumble :)

🤴🏻Send me names you want Harry to call you!

anonymous asked:

Top 5 quotes? ;)

  1. Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know before you learned it. 
  2. Be happy. Even if the only thing that makes you happy is your morning tea. Live for that morning tea intake. Make it marvelous. Get excited about it. Buy mugs, buy a tea maker, buy a massive stock of teas so you can have an endless variety. Maybe learn how to make it, open up a tea business. Let that small happiness, whatever it is, become your passion. It’s what will keep you alive.
  3. Endings are not bad things. They just mean that something else is about to begin.
  4. Kindness is a wonderful way to let another struggling soul know that there is still love in the world.
  5. But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

anonymous asked:

Can I request 13. (Get out of the way before I murder you.)With V n mc

You were so sick and tired of V forgetting himself and comparing you to his ex. Especially as she was so vile. She blinded him for goodness sake! The last straw had come, not in a moment of passion but in a quiet moment.

The two of you were snuggled close, having just woken up, luxuriating in the warm bed. 

“Good morning, love,” you murmured in a half asleep purr.

He pulled you a little closer and nuzzled your ear, “good morning Ri–” there was a long pause before he finished with your name.

You both laid there for a moment before a few things happened at once, you started to get out of bed, his arms tightened, and he said your name a bit desperately.

“No. You need to let go of me. Now.” The tone of your voice was hard, a tone that he hadn’t heard before, which caused him to listen. As soon as he let go, you were on your feet and shoving clothing into a bag you jerked out of the closet.

“W-what are you doing?” He asked, hearing the rustling, but not being able to quite see what was going on.

“Packing an over night bag. I’ll come back with Seven or Yoosung later to get the rest of my things.”


“What about that was unclear?”

“Don’t leave!” He scrambled out of the bed and moved to block the door. You watched him as you pulled a sweater over your pajama top. The leggings you were wearing were decent enough to wear out of the house.

“Get out of my way, Jihyun, or I swear I’ll murder you. I’m angry enough.”

“Please stay!”

“No! I’m not staying to play second fiddle to a psychopath! Especially when she blinded you!”  

“Don’t–” He started but faltered.

“Don’t what?” You asked coldly. “Don’t leave? Or don’t talk about her that way?”

He hung his head and stepped out of your way. 

“Good bye, V.”