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Business and Pleasure - Part 11

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,776

Warnings: Swearing, smut, lots of detailed smut

Originally posted by complete-fandom-trashhh

After that, the rest of the evening seemed to pass by in a blur. Sure, you were concerned about Bucky leaving for his business trip. Your relationship was only just beginning to heal. Who knew what the extended time apart could do. It had the potential to be extremely damaging, but it also might help. Nevertheless, you felt strangely calm. 

The conversation flowed easily over dinner, and by desert, you found yourself laughing and smiling again, the nervousness now gone completely. You were still a bit shaky after Bucky’s earlier confession, but that discussion could wait until a more opportune time. Slowly, the Bucky you knew and loved was beginning to come back.

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bungledramblingsofalesbianmind  asked:

Supercorp prompt! I've always had this headcanon that if anyone asked Kara to name her favorite physical feature about herself, she would say the tiny scar on her eyebrow b/c it happened to her as a child on Krypton and it's a lasting physical reminder of the life/planet/family she used to have. She gets to look in the mirror every day and see it. I'd love to read (if you're interested in writing it!) you take on that convo with Lena...

Kara is not mysterious.

She’s not, though she makes a valiant attempt at it. She’s secretive and brilliant and more than talented at putting on an act, but she’s not mysterious. While there are dozens of things that don’t make sense about her, she has a refreshing habit of wearing her heart on her sleeve, consequences be damned, and even if Lena doesn’t understand what Kara does, she certainly can follow why.

Which is why the eyebrow thing is so…confusing.

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gs9-flood  asked:

Oh man, I just read the entire comic in like an hour or less. And when I mean the entire comic, I mean EVERYTHING back to golden flowers (iirc). Is there something wrong with me?

NO (yes)

Kidding though, thank you so much!

Dusty set the base style long ago, but we both differ on several things like the skeleton brothers and how we draw the characters that represent us!

Thank yooouu!! We’re always happy to hear people are enjoying our work!

I LOVE THIS MESSAGE SO MUCH! You’re hilarious and awesome! Thank you. Every time I thought “Wait, why do I have this?” I read the whole thing and found myself laughing again. But I don’t have any idea how to use it- So I’ll add it in here. I hope everybody else has a giggle too.

((Tip for kids: Don’t eat random flowers, they could be poisonous, google them or ask an adult you trust, or just don’t eat flowers))

It is a lot of reading! Thank you so much! <3

When I joined the Undertale fandom I decided to represent myself with Frisk, and somewhere along the way I got into the Temmie remixes. It just went downhill from there… :3c

And Dusty has a post showing some of the improvement along the way!:







Papyrus’ puns are far superior. We even had some that went unnoticed in the other stories :3c

anonymous asked:

do you have a klance fic rec?

I did a fic rec a while back over here! but here’s some more fics :oc

I know younger fans follow me so everything in this list like the last one is gonna have no sm/.ut or too much expl/.icit content

THIS IS…… A LOT AND I’M FORGETTING A TON OF FICS I’M CURRENTLY READING because I just read them when they update I don’t have them in bookmarks on my phone but I really should…. I think these are enough for now though, I actually left a bunch of fics out of this one because it was getting too long

if you guys want I could probably make a page of fic recs? let me know :oc

and of course there’s klance-net’s fic library (I help out with it sometimes c:)

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Selfless Love - part 7

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: A journey toward recovery and the story of a broken man falling in love with a woman.

Word Count: 1,074

Warnings: None. Not my gif.

A/N: His lips are sinful, he’s killing me… Let’s hope this is worth all the teasing. Btw it’s not over, babes :)

Selfless Love - Masterpage

At the pancake house, you sat across from Bucky and studied the menu. There were so many different choices, you were completely lost. Seeing you hesitate, Bucky ordered a huge breakfast fest, including a large stack of pancakes and two different kinds of juices.

“You’re insane,” you laughed when the waitress left. “We’ll never be able to eat all that food.”

“Don’t worry, I’m starving.”

You noticed he kept his metal hand on his thigh under the table. He looked around, hoping no one would recognize him. You watched him with a fond smile.


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Father’s Day

A Father’s Day picnic.

That’s what your baby girl wanted to do for Niall. Last month at her preschool her teacher had organized a family picnic one weekend, and it’s all that she could talk about for a full week—it was a nice break from all the Doc McStuffins and Sofia The First talk, but you were going to have to organize a picnic real soon before she started a revolt.

That morning you and Niall were woken up bright and early by your little one. She was a complete daddy’s girl, and Father’s Day was quite possibly the closest thing to Christmas without it actually being Christmas—the first few years she didn’t quite understand it, but now that she was four (therefore all grown up) she knew what it meant and was determined to do it perfectly.

Your eyes fluttered open that morning to the squeals and kisses being exchanged between Niall and your daughter, and your heart could have burst with love right there and then. Half an hour later the three of you were in the kitchen making breakfast together—you tried to insist on Niall staying in bed as long as he wanted, but he refused.

“Wanna spend some time with my girls,” he had said, pressing a kiss to your daughter’s head. “Why would I wanna be stuck in bed all morning and miss out on all the loving?”

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Bad Match Pt.4/?

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words Count: 3088

Warnings: angst, self-loathing feelings, use of guns, slow burn.

A/N: Ok, I think we can establish by now that this is going to be a slow burn. Next chapter will probably be from Bucky’s POV, let’s see what’s going on in that beautiful little mind.  English is not my first language, so you’ll find grammar mistakes and nonsenses. Oh, and I’m sorry to any professional snipers reading this story, Google helps but, you know…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6


You pressed the button to call the elevator with a ridiculous grin on your face. If someone would have ever told you in the past that Sam Wilson would ask you out someday, you probably would have choked on your laugh. But that was exactly what had just happened. Maybe you weren’t that bad and unlikeable after all. That encounter with Sam had worked like a huge brick on your self-esteem reconstruction.

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Morgan Rielly - A Proposal

This is one of my favorite ones I’ve done lately! After this picture I was deep in my Mo feelings lmao so this was perfect timing! 

Request from @a-kate3 :  Hiii!!! Can you do another Morgan Rielly imagine for me? I’m bad at coming up with scenarios so feel free to write about whatever! Haha I just love your imagines, so I keep wanting to request some from you!! 💙💙

The bedroom door squeaked open and closed behind you as you slipped into your bikini. Morgan cleared his throat as he took you in, admiring how good the small pieces of fabric looked on your sun kissed body. Turning to him you gave him a sly smile, “like what you see?”

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the raven cycle masterlist of quotes/scenes (bold is faves)
  • it was a young man in slacks and a sweater, hair rumpled. he was not quite transparent, but he wasn’t quite there, either. his figure was as murky as dirty water, his face indistinct. there was no identifying feature to him apart from his youth. he was so young-that was the hardest part to get used to. 
  • is this how we make our way to death? blue wondered. a stumbling fade out instead of a self-aware finale?
  • She asked, “Will you tell me your name?” He faced her and she realized with shock that he wore an Aglionby sweater. “Gansey,” he said. Though his voice was quiet, it wasn’t a whisper. It was a real voice spoken from someplace almost too far away to hear. Blue couldn’t stop staring at his mussed hair, the suggestion of staring eyes, the raven on his sweater. His shoulders were soaked, she saw, and the rest of his clothing rain spattered, from a storm that hadn’t happened yet. This close, she could smell something minty that she wasn’t sure was unqiue to him or unique to spirits. He was so real. When it finally happened, when she finally saw him, it didn’t feel like magic at all. It felt like looking into the grave and seeing it look back at her. “is that all?” she whispered. Gansey closed his eyes. “That’s all there is.” He fell to his knees, a soundless gesture for a boy with no real body. One hand splayed in the dirt, fingers pressed to the ground. 
  • “You missed World Hist. I thought you were dead in a ditch.”
  • His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain. 
  • Some secrets only gave themselves up to those who’d proven themselves worthy. The way Gansey saw it was this: If you had a special knack for finding things, it meant you owed the world to look. 
  • “Fate,” Blue replied, glowering at her mother, “is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.”
  • Gansey had once told Adam that he was afraid most people didnt know how to handle Ronan. What he meant by this was that he was worried that one day someone would fall on Ronan and cut themselves.
  • Gansey’s invented apartment was a dreamer’s laboratory…and everywhere, everywhere, there were books. Not the tidy stacks of an intellectual attempting to impress, but the slumping piles of a scholar obsessed. 

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Barrio Slums and More

I’m already starting part two so let me know what you guys think please :)

Stupid big corporation economy. Stupid private schools with stupid unreasonable tuitions. Stupid Lance for thinking he could handle it.

All he’d wanted was to make his family proud. To be a good example for his siblings and younger cousins in comparison to the dead beats his older cousins had become. He wanted to show them it was possible to go out and explore the world and get more than their shitty neighborhood in Houston slums. That it was good to dream big and go for what you wanted. That they were more than the stereotype.

They weren’t just meant for a hand-me-down mechanics shop, housecleaning, gardening, and street-vending. They were meant for more. They could be astronauts, doctors, lawyers, writers, anything.


The angry booming voice of his grandfather pierced through his regret as he cleaned the dishes at his tia’s restaurant. It was almost bankrupt, and hardly anyone came in, especially with the location. It was hidden, and it looked shabby on the outside. A ditch by the parking lot, and potholes littered across the parking lot like polka dots. A phone booth that was half knocked over and covered in graffiti stood nearby. It was a miracle his tia had managed this long.

“Don’t worry, mijito,” she would say. “As soon as this goes down, I’m opening my salon.” Lance never tried to mention the lack of money that would diminish that dream.

“Yes, Papo?” he answered, scrubbing the plates more fiercely.

“Don’t forget to stop by the shop later so we can fix your mother’s car.” He nodded and delved into the dishes again.

Lancito,” he heard his tia Carla croon. “Go wait that table please, honey, I have some bills to look over. I’ll finish those or Dianita will.”

“Okay,” he mumbled. He didn’t mind working. It was more the fact that everyone thought he was working the restaurant and the mechanic shop for summer money. They had no idea he was here for good. That he was stuck. That he’d failed.

He walked out to the tables, wiping his hands on his apron and grabbed the tray of drinks he assumed were theirs since they were the only table occupied. “Sweet tea?” he asked. A guy with a weird white streak in his hair waved. “Soda?” A heavyset guy with tribal tattoos along his arm and a child with wide glasses raised their hands dismissively. “And this is yours then,” he said, setting down the lemonade in front of a boy with long hair pulled into a low ponytail. Several strands fell forward regardless. “Ready to order?”

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I'm Sorry- (Pt. 4) Bucky Barnes

Title: I’m Sorry

Summary: Reader and Bucky are together, but she notices him being a little off. She comes home to find him cheating.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Angst, suspense, fluff

A/N: I have no idea on how to make tea so please bear with me. xD

Part One | Part Two | Part Three


You couldn’t sleep that night. You were ashamed of the way you replied to Steve. He didn’t deserve it. At nights like this, Bucky would always pull you close, whispering encouraging and kind words in your ear. It’s okay. Everything will be alright.

You longed for his soft voice of comfort whenever the team was out on a dangerous mission. They’re gonna be fine, doll. They’re strong. You couldn’t take it. You sat up on your bed, looking around the cool, dark room. It was 2:56 in the morning. You groan as you stood up and left your room.

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Jughead X Fem!Reader- Pool Party

My first requests! Pretty much what it says in the title! Thank you to @ficbucket ! I combined the two because I thought they worked as a pair haha Hope you enjoy! (I know I said they’d take longer but I couldn’t resist)

Flips between Second and Third person, dependent on point of view again so yeah, so I hope it makes sense! Tips, pointers and constructive criticism is always welcome ^^

Warnings: None!

Words: 1588


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anonymous asked:

Do you have any pining canon verse recs?

alrighty I have a couple here

Make Me Your Home by Reader115 38k mutual pining canon-verse 

“Oh my god, Keeeith,” Lance wheezed. “Keith you’re the best drunk space cadet I’ve ever seen.”

“Space cadet,” Keith mumbled. He repeated the words again although his eyes had zeroed in on Lance’s hands and Lance offered no resistance when Keith picked one of them up and pulled it possessively towards his lap. He began to gently trace over Lance’s fingers, sending shivers up Lance’s arm and down his spine. “You have looong fingers,” Keith murmured after a few moments.

Keith’s face perked up then, as if he’d just had a brilliant idea, and Lance could almost not wait to hear what new obscure thought had entered Keith’s pretty head. He was prepared to laugh, and instead found himself shivering again as Keith leaned far into his personal bubble, lips practically touching Lance’s ear when he spoke next.

“I bet you could reach all kinds of things, Lance.”

(One of my favorite canon-verse fics period, beautifully written, theres some smut but it’s short and you can skip it if it’s not your jam)

With legs like these by Queerklancing 6.8k  mutual pining canon-verse

In which Lance finds out that there’s a pool in the castle and challenges Keith to a race.

Lance did NOT think this through. Because not a single thing in this universe could’ve prepare him for the sight of Keith in nothing but a red pair of swimming trunks.
Keith has one arm bend behind his head and stretches it with the other. His back arches beautifully, presenting Lance a perfect view of his well-defined torso. At least the last thing Lance sees right before he dies are those ripped abs.

(Ok it’s short for a pining fic but it’s still v enjoyable)

time out of mind by aknightley 28k time-travel canon-verse

Keith and Lance wake up married. In the future.

He lays there a moment, processing the faint throbbing in his head, a strange bitter taste like lemons in his mouth. When he opens his eyes, the room spins wildly into a kaleidoscope of colors, so he closes them again, breathing in and out until he feels less like he might throw up. He suddenly registers a warm weight over his waist, and lifts his head to see a brown arm thrown over him. It looks startlingly familiar, but different, bigger than he remembers, more toned.

Keith turns all the way around and comes face to face with Lance sleepily blinking his own eyes open.

(I think about this fic a lot, it’s super sweet and fluffy while also hitting a nice pace)

supermassive black hole by epiproctan 7k smut with mutual pining

Keith has always known that he wasn’t going to get what he truly wants out of the arrangement, but he also hadn’t ever imagined that it would just…end.

aka that classic fic where lance wants to stop hooking up but keith wants something else entirely

(Ok so this is like ¾ smut but it’s written well and also has pining so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

it’s all in my head by aknightley 7.6k canon-verse psychic bond, fluff & angst

“Uh,” Pidge said, “Lance? Buddy? What’s the deal?”

“That’s Lance?” Hunk shouted, somehow still ramming ships away from the castle; Keith felt like bubbles were bursting in his head, effervescent pops of giddy fear mixed with conviction. Lance, he thought, Lance feels like this. “Thank God, I thought I was going crazy for a second.”

and I saved the best for last:

Nightmares by Trashness 15k of cuddles and mutual pining

Lance’s nightmares are getting out of control. It’s effecting his and the team’s performance, but he’s at a loss for how to fix this.

Apparently sleeping next to a warm body helps.

(One of my favorite fics ever, so beautifully written and it’s nothing but pure fluff and goodness, and I think about it as I fall asleep oftentimes)