have i mentioned that i need this movie like i need air

heartbreak chronicles {1} | M

 PT 1 | PT 2ONGOING

Contains: bad crack, smut {fuckboy!jimin}

Words: 10,164

Summary: Park Jimin had it all — good grades, a place as the soccer team’s captain and, more than that, the broken hearts of at least half the campus’ population. Though, one thing he did not have was someone willing to break his heart and, after you were dragged inside a miraculous plan to play that part, the last thing counted on was the preposterous idea that, perhaps, you could fall for him as well.

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A/N: I tried out a “lighter” writing style for… whatever this is. Hope you guys like it! | This fic is based on the movie “John Tucker must die” | SUB!BTS COLLAB

The girl’s request echoed on the warm air of your living room, dancing on silence as your body was covered in shock. For an instant, you truly believed you had misheard her words, replacing them for something much more unrealistic. Regardless, as the quietude fell like a blanket over the two of you, you noticed, at last, that your friend could not be more serious. “You want me to do what?” You finally asked, flabbergasted.

The night had started normally — and that was all that you could ever wish for. All that you wanted was to rest after an exhausting week, merely putting your your pajamas and watching shallow TV shows until your tiredness forced you to go to sleep. You wanted to get some pizza and gossip with your roommate about the most frivolous of subjects, allowing for the storm of stress and unfinished projects to disperse from around your head.

However, she had a different idea of how that night would unfold. “We want you to break his heart,” Lisa told you with utter serenity, as if the words that had left her mouth were no more than mundane. “Thought that was quite clear.”

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Strip Tutoring // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U

This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol

Requests are closed. xx

Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff

Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader

Originally posted by jeffreysatkins

Originally posted by ardevaas88


Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.

“Hey babe.” He smiled. 

I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”

“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly. 

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A Lesson in Love (Confessions)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,178

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, this is not the end of story.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - The messages you sent me after editing this part let me know that I had successfully tugged on all of the right heartstrings, so thank you for that.

Originally posted by ditchthevillian

Whenever an uncomplicated task arises, people say it’s as easy to accomplish as breathing. The adage always made perfect sense to you whenever you heard it. Breathing is second nature. It can be done without having to think twice and, sometimes, it feels like certain tasks are the same way.

Today, that’s not the case. Standing here across from Bucky for the first time in weeks, you find that breathing is anything but easy. The air was knocked out of your lungs as soon as you stumbled upon the note he wrote on the canvas and you haven’t yet recovered. You have to keep reminding yourself to breathe, just breathe. But it’s hard. How are you supposed to remember to inhale and exhale in a moment like this?

“Are you going to say something?” You press, once the silence of the room becomes too unbearable. Your fingers curl tightly around the canvas as you wait for Bucky to speak. “Anything?”

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La Dolce Vita.

Genre: Smut. And some fluff too. 

Summary: When your best friend decides to screw you over with the werewolf boy you absolutely hate during your heat~ 

Pairing: Reader [Werewolf AU!] x Jeon fucking Jungkook [Werewolf AU!]

Word Count: 6.9k-ish

Dedicated to my sweet strawberry jelly, @nomoreghostie-anon, Happy Birthday, sunshine!! I hope you like this trash writing of mine ahahah :) 

Also tagging @writeiolite who read this like a billion months ago and loved it, your encouragement always makes me beyond happy!!

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

“Unnie,” you whined, tugging on the end of Jiyoon’s dress, “Don’t go!”

Your heat was supposed to start in a few days and initially you had planned to chain yourself in your room and let her take care of you through it. However her unexpected business trip ruined all your plans. She sighed, turning around to look at you in a mix of understanding and seriousness as she sat you by the edge of the bed.

“Look, ___ I don’t have a choice. If I don’t attend this meeting, they’ll fire me.” She groaned, rubbing the sides of your arm, “But it’ll be okay, you’ve been through this before.”

“Yeah, but I had a boyfriend to help me out then,” you whined, looking at her with pleading eyes. “This is the first time I’ll have to go through it alone.”

“Well, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” your eyebrows quirked up at her words and you looked at her in curiosity, urging her to go on. “Look, there are other werewolves in my boyfriend’s pack, you know they can help you.”

You groaned in annoyance, knowing full well about Hoseok’s pack and the members, not forgetting to mention their weird habits, but there was no way you were going to let any of them get close to you, especially not Jungkook. Not when you were in heat.

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Night People

Prompt: “Can i request a smutty scenario with werewolf v in heat?”
Word Count: 5,160
Genre: Smut
Summary: Around this time of year, Taehyung always advises you to stay away from him, but there’s nothing you want more than to see what he’s like when he’s turned.
A/N: So this is a werewolf AU obviously, but I just wanted to mention that there are some “violent” parts when it gets smutty. Also I know it’s hella long and I’m sorry. Please go easy on my gentle soul.

Originally posted by jjks


3 Days

When it was around this time of year, Taehyung always said it was best to stay away from him. Though you had been friends for years, he never wanted you to see that side of him. He said he was too dangerous and that it was best for you to not see him when he wasn’t capable of controlling himself. You understood that he was trying to protect you, but a part of you had always been curious to see what he was like when he turned. You had seen all the movies and read billions of books, but you wanted to see what it was really like. Of course, you respected his decision and tried your best to silence the nagging voice in the back of your mind.

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Shape of You

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Y/N (Reader), Jared Padalecki (mentioned), Misha Collins (mentioned)

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Objectification of reader (sorta - he means well), Implied smut, smut, Dry Humping, Oral (69), unsafe sex (wrap it before you tap it), training kink (is that a thing?), rough(ish) sex, NSFW gifs under the cut.    

Word Count: 3500ish

A/N: This is me proving to myself I still remember how to smut. I haven’t written anything smutty for the longest of times and I have been feeling like it lately. It was harder than I thought getting back into the saddle though. Sorry if it is a bit rough - pun not intended.

It is somewhat inspired by the Ed Sheeran song Shape of You - and maybe a little by the video too.

Thanks to the sweet amazing @mysupernaturalfics for betaing this for me.

“Fuck,” she breathed out, instantly drawing Jensen’s attention. He was sprawled out his couch, waiting for Y/N to return to his side. It was movie night and she hadn’t bothered leaving the room to take the phone call. Jensen never eaves dropped and even if he was to overhear something it wouldn’t matter. There was nothing to two of them hid from each other. Literally nothing.

They had both been single for a while and some drunken night they had come to the conclusion, that helping each other blow off some steam when either of them needed it was much prefered from picking up some random dude or chick at a bar.

“If you want I am game,” Jensen teased her, throwing her his best Dean smirk, making her eyes roll so hard he was sure Jared would hear it across the hall from Jensen’s apartment.

“It’s not funny, Jensen! They offered me the part. I’m gonna be Wonder Woman,” she complained, making Jensen shoot from the couch and wrap her in his arms, spinning her around the air not caring one bit about her objection.

“That’s amazing Y/N/N,” he laughed putting her down but not releasing her from his hold, “what are you so worried about?” Jensen gently stroked her hair away from her face, studying her face and trying to figure out why she wasn’t over the moon about this. She had a tendency to overthink things. He knew that. He literally spent 2 hours on the floor of her bedroom leaning against her bathroom door trying to talk her out after the first night they had slept together.

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Let’s Talk About Tina Goldstein

So lately I have been hearing people talk about how boring Tina was as a character and it absolutely blows my mind that so many people think this when I immediately thought she was one of the most well-developed and interesting characters of the movie. Since so many people seem to be of the same mindset about her character, I feel that I need to remain people of a few key things and point a few other things out.

Allow me to present the facts:

1. Tina is part of the law enforcement in the 1920s, and seems to be quite good at her job

Although it is evident that the magical community in America at this time displays less gender discrimination than the non-magical community, the fact that she became Auror is a feat of its own. We know from the Harry Potter series that becoming an Auror required extensive training and top marks in school, so this means that Tina is not only at least a decent student, but a highly trained wizard. She also seems to have been doing her job for quite some time, which means that she has experience. Another thing to note is that, even after she was removed from her Auror position, she still felt comfortable enough to approach her higher-ups when she took Newt to MACUSA. I mean, she literally walked straight up to Graves and the president of the American Wizarding Community and started talking. Although she was turned away, the fact that she felt comfortable enough to approach them indicates that prior to her removal, she was respected and treated as an equal. If that isn’t the case, her boldness in speaking to Piquery shows that she is very brave and has a heart to do the right thing. By Tina’s attempts to keep doing her job even after she has been fired, we can see that she both loves her job and knows that she needs to do the right thing, even when there are restrictions in the way.

2. Tina fought Grindlewald

I would like to start off by saying: WHY AREN’T MORE PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT THIS.

I mean, come on. Tina went up against freaking Grindlewald one-on-one and held her own up until the point that he threw a freaking car at her. The fact that she was able to engage in a duel with him and nearly be successful in at least subduing him shows that Tina is indeed a powerful duelist and wizard as a whole. Grindlewald was considered the most powerful dark wizard besides Voldemort, and she actually faced him. Although she didn’t know Graves was actually Grindlewald, Tina had to have known that Graves was a powerful wizard from working with him, and the fact that she stood up to him is another show of her bravery.

3. Tina is occasionally emotionally vulnerable

So often in pop culture we define a strong female character as one who shows zero emotion and refuses to be scared, sad, or any emotion thereof. As stated in points 1 and 2, we already know that Tina is a badass, but the true depth of her character lies in that she is capable of kicking butt, but she also is not afraid to show when she is scared. In the scene where Tina and Newt are in the Death Chamber, Tina is visibly afraid and does not seem to make any attempt to hide it. Again, we later see that she is frightened when the lights go out in the street, and once more when she is facing Credence as the Obscurus. Besides fear, she displays a wide variety of other emotions throughout the movie, such as hope, calm, happiness, giddiness, embarrassment, annoyance, fondness, etc. Athough I am all for snarky females who don’t give a dang, Tina’s ability to show emotion is a breath of fresh air.

4. Tina calmed down Credence

And it would have worked too, if it weren’t for MACUSA’s interference.The fact that she was able to get Credence to trust her and listen to her shows a different depth of character that really doesn’t require explanation.

(side note: the fact that Tina is able to clam things down like Newt does with his animals really connects these two characters. Just sayin.)

5. Tina has a very close connection with her sister

The relationship between the Goldstein sisters is another thing we could microanalyze, but I think that their closeness is generally fascinating, even from a distance. For one, Tina does not really seem to envy her sister in any way, despite the fact that Queenie is a Legilimens and would have fit the “perfect beauty” of the time period. Tina does make a little quip once, but for the most part, Tina seems comfortable with who she is. Queenie also doesn’t seem to display any jealousy towards Tina, who is a powerful duelist and, as mentioned in point 1, seemingly well respected with higher-ups up until the point of her removal. Besides not showing jealousy, Tina looks out for her sister both physically and emotionally (as shown by her not wanting Queenie to get attached to Jacob when he will need to be obliterated). The sisters display a huge level of trust between the two of them throughout the whole movie, with their closeness being built on the fact that they raised each other after their parents’ passing. The fact that Tina is the older sister also shows that she probably grew up a bit too fast, and knows how to take care of herself.


Thus, I am continually confused by people who thought Tina was a boring or underdeveloped character when she is, in fact, a powerful duelist, a brave-hearted Auror, in touch with her emotions, a loving sister, a person who wants to do the right thing, and a generally caring person. Besides this, I thought she was funny at points, and Katherine Waterston did a wonderful job portraying this character. I think that J.K. Rowling left Tina plenty of room to grow and develop, and I look forward to seeing the role that she plays in future movies.

There are a lot more things I could have brought up, but this post was getting long. Feel free to add your own thoughts.

Homie out.

so, my buddy littledivinity and i have been talking beauty & the beast a lot, because ‘tis the season, and we somehow stumbled upon the idea of the story being told about a middle aged belle and the beast instead of youngins, and how that would make the story even more resonant.

and then just now i randomly thought, “what if nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor starred in such a film?”, because my soul needs nicole kidman and ewan mcgregor to fall in love again on a movie screen like it needs few other things in this life. plus, you know, musical, bright colors, awesomeness, hurrah!

and then i thought, ‘but wait, actually, what i really want in this life, even more than brightly colored musicals, is more lowkey and lovely fairytale movies like exquisite and incomparable 1998 masterpiece ever after

and just picture it!

nicole kidman is the longtime spinster school teacher who lives in a quaint vaguely magical 19th century-esque country village, but she’s a badass teacher who exposes her students to different philosophies of thought and probably takes them outside for nature studies and calisthenics. (so, basically, miss stacy from anne of green gables.) the school board hates her, probably, and is very suspicious of what kind of IDEAS she’s filling the local kids’ heads with (why does she keep saying it’s okay for girls not to want to be wives and mothers, or that it’s all right for boys to cry???? is it possible that she is A WITCH???), but her parents were very well regarded in the town when they were still alive and so that bought her some respect for awhile. but there’s a new fancy schmancy family with school aged kids in town, and they’re extremely disapproving of miss nicole, and trying to find a way to oust her as schoolteacher and replace her with a man who is probably very similar in temperament to mr. collins from pride & prejudice. a man who will put patriarchal gender roles back into childhood education!

meanwhile, ewan mcgregor is a grumpy old hermit duke or something who once had great wealth and privilege but has fallen into disrepair. maybe someone cursed (magically? complicated vengeance-ly, a la the count of monte cristo? who knows) his family long ago due to their shady rich people business dealings, and his father killed himself to escape the scandal and his mother died of heartbreak and his fiancee who he thought loved him steadfastly dumped him to marry another, and now ewan’s the last surviving member of his once-great family and he just lives alone this grand old manor house that has gone totally to seed. he isn’t an actual beast, because it seems like in this day and age that’s going to require levels of CGI that my quaint b&tb retelling movie just don’t need, but let’s say that he’s quite unshaven and dirty and generally off-putting and he sometimes ventures out into the forest that separates his estate from the village, but is never seen actually frequenting the village. there are abundant rumors that the forest and manor house are haunted by a beast/ghost/warlock/vampire (how does he SURVIVE if he doesn’t come to the weekly market for food???), and everyone knows you don’t go there. also, people like to gossip a ton about his family and the scandal even though it was decades ago and they all dead. because people suck.

so one night, some of nicole’s rowdy teen pupils maybe steal some wine from one of their parents’ liquor cabinets and venture into the woods and dare each other to go past the gate of his manor house, and he catches them at it and gets HELLA PISSED @ THESE UPPITY HOOLIGANS INVADING HIS PROPERTY. kids today!!!!!!!!! he probably locks them in the stables so he can deliver them a 5 hour lecture on why they suck, and also why all of humanity sucks. which isn’t the worst fate ever, but, like, he kind of looks like a straight up crazy ax murderer (crazy hair! crazy beard! tattered clothes! definitely hasn’t bathed this month!!!), so there’s some serious panic in the hearts of these kids.

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RIVALRY. Pt.1

Genre: Angst. Gang! AU. 

Warnings: Mentions of blood & violence. That’s it.

Pairings: Mark x reader x Namjoon ft GOTBANG collaboration.

Summary: You’re innocently caught in the crossfire of two of Korea’s deadliest gangs, after an argument with your gang leader boyfriend. Could you have been hurt by someone closer to home? Or has the rivalry between the two become personal? Remember not everything is as simple as black and white..

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Requested By Anon


Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has invited Tony, Clint.

Y/N: Do you ever wonder if you’re not real?

Y/N: What if we’re just movie characters?

Y/N: What if we’re comic book characters?

Y/N: WHAT IF PIETRO DIED BECAUSE THE DIRECTOR NEEDED SOMETHING TO SHOCK THE VIEWERS? WHY DID HE DIE? I’VE BEEN THINKING, HE COULD HAVE JUST CAUGHT ALL THE DAMN BULLETS ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Tony: WHAT IF YOU CALM DOWN FOR A SECOND?!

Tony: We are real.

Clint: Stop spending so much time with Wade. He’s not good for you.

Y/N: But Wade has a point!

Y/N: I swear…  When I helped Wade track down Francis, at one point I saw words floating in the air… Subtitles? Credits?

Clint: Y/N, SNAP OUT OF IT. WE. ARE. REAL.

Y/N: OMG WHAT IF THIS IS FANFICTION LIKE THE TYPE I READ ON TUMBLR

Tony: You have Tumblr? What’s your blog? I’ll follow you.

Clint: WHO DO THE TUMBLR PEOPLE SHIP ME WITH

Y/N: Oh my god. I… Am… Different people? DEPENDING ON WHO’S READING

Tony has added Wade.

Tony: WHAT DID YOU DO TO Y/N?! THEY’RE BROKEN!

Wade: I just revealed the truth. Helped them realize. Hello, readers. How are you? Looking beautiful as always.

Clint: I’m starting to see it too…

Tony: See what?!

Clint: I HAVE NO BODY I AM JUST WORDS

Wade: I once had no body. When I blew myself up.

Y/N: AT LEAST YOU’RE ONE PERSON

Wade: Ohhhh this is great. Why didn’t I do this sooner?

Nat has joined the chat.

Nat: Why is Clint panicking? I can’t understand what he’s saying.

Y/N: WE’RE NOT REAL

Y/N: THIS EXPLAINS WHY CLINT HAS A FARM!

Clint: WHERE IS MY FARM ALL I SEE IS WORDS AND SOMEONE LOOKING AT ME FROM ABOVE WHO ARE YOU

Clint: They’re kinda cute.

Wade: Kinda? No. VERY cute.

Y/N: THAT’S ME

Clint: WHAT

Tony: Nat, get them to calm down.

Tony: Wade, FIX THIS.

Tony has added Bruce.

Tony: Please get a sedative for Clint and Y/N.

Bruce: Fourth wall breaking? I thought it was a myth!

Wade: I am living proof. I have been trying to show you people but do you ever listen to me?

Bruce: This is amazing! My theory is true, then!

Tony: Oh not you too.

Nat: Clint is lying on the floor. I don’t know what to do. He won’t calm down. It’s like he can’t see anything but his phone.

Y/N: Who am I? WHY IS MY NAME Y/N?

Clint: IS IT PRONOUNCED “YIN” OR “WHY SLASH EN???!?” WHAT DO I CALL YOU

Y/N: WHAT DO I CALL MYSELF

Tony: Wade. I am going to kill you.

Bruce: He can’t die.

Bruce: But if what’s happening is true, I’ll just ask the author to kill him.

Wade: I’ll just ask Clint to kill you.

Bruce: Clint can’t kill me nor would he even try.

Wade: Hahahahahaahahaahahahahahahahaha good one.

Wade has left the chat.

Clint: I see so many capitalized words. This is hell.

Clint: I hear music WHERE IS IT COMING FROM

Y/N: Don’t worry, it’s just the Author listening to music while typing this.

Nat: I can hear music too…

Tony: nO NOT YOU TOO NAT

Bruce: I must document everything! THIS IS SO EXCITING!

Tony: Bruce. Brucie. Our green rage monster. Can you fangirl over science another time?

Bruce: I’m sorry Tony, but this is so rare! Who knows when this will be requested again?

Tony: Requested…?

Bruce: Interesting. You’re unaffected. Either the Author chose this or your big ego is serving as a wall against it.

Tony: BRUCE

Bruce: It’s true though.

Tony: …Yeah.

Nat: Why is my name Nat in all the chats?!

Y/N: WELCOME TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FOURTH WALL. WE HAVE CONFUSION

Clint: WHY IS NAT TAKING THIS BETTER THAN ME

Nat has changed Nat to Natasha.

Y/N: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Steve has joined the chat.

Steve: What’s going on? I’m seeing floating words… Sam is talking to someone called the Reader?

Bruce: Interesting. The more Nat, Clint and Y/N notice and change things, the more the “fourth wall” breaks. Soon our world will cease to be. All will be left is the Chat and our painful awareness of it.

Tony: Can we stop it?!

Bruce: I don’t know… This is different from what Wade experiences. He’s aware but this is… something else.

Y/N: WHY WAS I NOT IN THE CIVIL WAR MOVIE?!? RUDE

Pietro has joined the chat.

Pietro: I feel you.

Pietro has left the chat.

Natasha: Wait… If Pietro died… How is he alive now?

Clint: Avengers Chatroom: Inquisitive. He was resurrected there with no mention of how. Ever since then he’s been appearing even though the chats aren’t connected aside for some references.

Bruce: AMAzing YES CLINT TELL ME MORE

Clint: what the… Calm down.

Bruce: Sorry… I’m just so excited! You’re entering the other chats!

Bucky has joined the chat.

Bucky: Why am I not paired with Y/N?

Steve: This is a crackfic gone wrong.

Y/N: DO YOU READ FANFICTION, STEVE

Y/N: HUH?!

Tony: Can you all just STOP TALKING AND LET ME THINK?! Do any of you not understand how bad this is?! We need to fix it!

Y/N: you know what’s weird?

Clint: What?

Y/N: Soon we’ll have two Sherlocks. Tony is one as he’s played by RDJ. Benedict is going to be Dr. Strange. Maybe then the mystery of WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO PEPPER POTTS can finally be solved.

Clint: OMG

Tony has added Thor, Vision.

Tony: Are you two being effected by the fourth wall breaking?

Vision: No. Everything is normal for us.

Thor: We are too mighty to be effected.

Natasha: Or maybe you’re just not worthy.

Thor: We are worthy!

Y/N: … Do you think we can change the plot to make ourselves be worthy now?

Natasha: Exactly what I was thinking!

Thor: NO LADY NATASHA, GIVE ME BACK MJOLNIR!

Natasha: NO, THE AUTHOR DEEMS ME WORTHY!

Tony: Can I be worthy too?

Natasha: No.

Natasha: Farewell, I’m off to rule Asgard!

Thor: LADY NATASHA PLEASE

Thor: DO NOT DO THIS

Natasha: I’m kidding, Thor.

Thor: I knew that…

Y/N: No you didn’t.

Tony: Vision, any ideas on how we can stop this?

Vision: Perhaps we contact this Author that everyone is mentioning?

Tony: Right, but how?

Vision: I have an idea. I will tell you in person.

Bucky: DON’T TAKE AWAY OUR FUN

Tony: What fun?! Clint almost lost his mind! Our world is breaking apart, or at least for you guys. Those of us who aren’t experiencing this will be fine. Do you want me to leave you as just a pile of words?! And of course, our dear Captain isn’t doing anything about this. Just leave it to one of the geniuses to solve, right?

Steve: Dang, Tony. You really need to calm down.

Tony: I AM CALM

Steve: …

Y/N: Dang son!

Clint: Dang, language!

Y/N: Dang, I can do this all day!

Clint:  He’s my friend, dang!

Y/N: Well dang, it’s been a long day.

Clint: Dang, Bucky?!

Natasha: You know… If Bucky wasn’t wearing his goggles when I shot him, he would have died.

Steve: It’s a good thing Hydra takes fashion so seriously.

Bucky: I thought they dressed me like that to hide my identity and for protection?

Natasha: You looked like you were modelling!

Steve: That walk…

Natasha: And the hair!

Y/N: another movie I was not in!

Clint: Me too :(

Tony has added The Author.

Tony: Hi there. Please fix this.

The Author: Nah

Tony: PLEASE

The Author: Kidding! The chat’s not over YET though so in a bit.

Tony: Wait, prove that you’re actually “the author”!

The Author: … How?

Tony: OH YOU KNOW HOW

Y/N: What is happening nOW

Natasha: Good question.

Bruce: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY BROUGHT THE AUTHOR HERE, TONY. HOW DID YOU MANAGE THIS?!

Tony: I’m waiting.

The Author: I’m sorry, Steve.

Steve: What?

Steve: My name is Steven Grant Rogers and I sometimes watch Bucky while he sleeps. He looks so peaceful. Safe. I tear up. Every time. My precious Bucky.

Bucky: WHAT IS THIS

Tony: MORE!

Natasha: Not surprising.

Thor: I am shocked…

Steve: MY SERUM BRINGS ALL THE HYDRA TO THE BASE AND THEY’RE LIKE, DANG Mission Report: December 16th, 1991.

Vision: … I think I heard Wanda calling me.

Vision has left the chat.

Steve: Please, no more!

The Author: BLAME TONY

Tony: … MORE MORE MORE!

Steve: ONE TIME WHEN NATASHA WASN’T AROUND I PRETENDED TO BE HER JUST TO FEEL WHAT IT’S LIKE TO BE SUCH A BADASS BUT THEN BRUCE WALKED IN AND I JUST WHISPERED… “HEY BIG GUY.” I WAS TOO IN CHARACTER. IT WAS TOO LATE. I HAD SAID IT. AND WINKED.

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: And you’re very out of character now.

Natasha: I’m going to pretend none of this happened.

Bucky: With you on that.

Bucky has left the chat.

Natasha has left the chat.

Bruce: The hulk is suffering from second hand embarrassment.

Bruce has left the chat. 

Thor: Steve… Did you really do that?

Steve: Of course not! I’m being controlled to say all of this.

Tony: I think that’s enough now, thank you. You’ve made my life. I can die in peace.

Tony: Can you fix this now?

The Author: It’s fixed.

Tony: it was that easy, really?!

The Author: I AM The Author.

Steve: Are you sure you’re a genius, Tony?

Y/N: DANG STEVE

The Author: DANG STEVE

Clint: DANG STEVE

Steve: REALLY? THE AUTHOR TOO?!

The Author: ily

Steve: What?

The Author: What?

Y/N: Same

Clint: Can I name the chat?!

Tony: No! I want to name it, “Tony Stark Is Amazing and Hot.”

Steve: Why don’t we let the reader name it?

The Author: Good idea. What would you like to name it?

Clint: Why can’t I name it?

Steve: We all know why.

The Author: Well, dang. I should go. This turned out crazier than expected. Thank you for reading. I think you’re wonderful. ily <3. Bye!

The Author has left the chat.

Clint: Y/N

Y/N: CLINT

Clint: Let’s go abuse our fourth wall breaking power before we lose it!

Y/N: Good idea!

Steve: No! That is a bad idea!

Clint: WHAT WAS THAT STEVE? WE CAN’T HEAR YOU

Steve: YOU ARE READING THIS

Clint: I’M DEAF

Clint has left the chat.

Y/N has left the chat.

Steve has left the chat.

Tony: This will be fun to witness.

Tony has left the chat.

Thor: What is going on with these midgardians?

Thor has left the chat.

Sam has joined the chat.

Sam has added Wanda, Scott, T’Challa, Peter.

Sam: I told you! I was right.

Wanda: This explains why Clint and Y/N were acting so strange.

T’Challa: But aren’t you, Y/N?

Wanda: Me?

T’Challa: No. Not you.

Peter: So if they’re Y/N… Can we just address them as Y/N to make it easier?

Scott: Can I just say, Y/N, it is so great to finally meet you!

Scott: Even though I can’t actually meet you, there’s a screen separating us.

Scott: But it is an honor.

Scott: I think you’re a lovely person.

Scott: Wow.

Sam: Man, stop fangirling. You’re going to scare them away! But yeah, we think you’re pretty amazing.

Wanda: I think I love you? Is that too much?

Sam: Me?

T’Challa: No, she means the reader.

Peter: Denied.

T’Challa: You are always welcome to Wakanda if you can find a way to come to this side.

Peter: Are you smiling? I hope you are.

Scott: STOP FLIRTING THEY COULD BE OLDER THAN YOU

Peter: I’m not flirting! They just have a really beautiful smile!

Wanda: We should go now.

T’Challa: I agree. We hope you have a lovely day… Or night. This is really confusing to me.

Scott: We can’t tell because we’re in here.

Sam: Goodbye, Y/N!

Sam has left the chat.

Wanda has left the chat.

T’Challa has left the chat.

Peter has left the chat.

Scott: I REALLY THINK YOU’RE GREAT

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Just A Dance

Originally posted by hughxjackman

Characters- Logan Howlett x Reader

Summary- Logan wasn’t fond of parties, but he was fond of her.

Warnings- Language, fluff.

Word Count- 1,150

A/N- My first Marvel fic! I couldn’t help myself. I have always had a soft spot for Logan, and the new movie ‘Logan’ was just the ultimate catalyst. So please, enjoy.

Tags- @redlipstickandplaid@fandommaniacx @mellifluous-melodramas


Logan wasn’t particularly fond of parties. Loud music, inane small talk, and stupid formal wear. Forced to not look like the most miserable person on earth, he pulled at the bowtie on his tux. When he’d signed on for being a part of Xavier’s school, he didn’t know that fundraisers were a part of the deal. Look nice, smile at the rich people who were willing to give money to mutants.

Charles promised he’d had a surprise for him if he went- and he hated surprises. Charles promised he’d love it and it’d make the night more enjoyable. He highly doubted that, but as he stood there in the sea of gowns and suits, he saw her. In that moment, he knew this was Charles’ surprise.

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Big Fucking Mess

Everything is just turning into a big fucking mess for Harry and Y/N. Things were supposed to be complication free, right?

This was requested: Can we have a FWB blurb? plot twist your a virgin and just want a FWB fling with harry and soon you two developed feelings for each other. 

It will also most definitely have a part two up soon-ish (: 

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   Drunk. You were incredibly drunk. The world was spinning but in that nice, floaty way that made you smile at everything. Harry wasn’t too far behind you, his words slurring and his head resting on your shoulder every few minutes or so. 

   The bride and groom had already shared their slow dance together, and now the dance floor was full of people grinding and laughing loudly. You watched as everyone squeezed together onto the small space. Usually, you would be out there bumping and grinding like the rest of your friends, celebrating the brand new bride and groom to the fullest. Tonight, for some reason, you were perfectly, drunkenly content with sitting next to Harry in the large booth that was now abandoned by everyone except for the two of you. 

   You looked over to see him watching the people dancing as well. His green eyes were glazed over, and there was a smile at the corner of his lips. You poked the dimple that was subtly showing and he turned his gaze to you. 

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anonymous asked:

Prompt? Kim slowly gaining her popularity back bc ever since she changed and starting being nicer to people, the general population likes her more than Amanda. So Trini is worried that she'll leave them once she's accepted again, but Kim proves that this is not the case obviously and that she'd rather be outcasts with the team than popular without them. Sorry if this doesn't make much sense. I love your writing.

A/N: Here you go! Enjoy some more Trimberly :)


After Angel Grove is destroyed, Kimberly finds that the community comes together slowly but surely to fix their little hometown. Along with that, people start to forgive. She doesn’t feel so bad walking through town because people greet her with smiles instead of scowls. She starts holding her head higher in the hallways because everyone has stopped whispering about her. And she gains back friends who were too afraid to speak to her, afraid that they’d lose their popularity much like she did.


Slowly but surely, like their little town, Kimberly rebuilds. Remodels. But there has been so many great changes that she finds it a little hard to be overly happy about her slow rise to popularity. The best change she has made is the girl that walks through the halls on Kimberly’s arm. The same girl who spent so long shoved in the background that it makes Kimberly a little sad how much time she missed. How many kisses did she lose? How many laughs and smiles did she miss out on? How many I love you’s did so go without?


“…and then I blew it up.”


Kimberly shakes herself from her thoughts as she looks to where Billy is organizing his lunch, “You blew it up?”


“How else was I supposed to get rid of it? It was taking over our back porch.” Billy huffs as he looks up at her. “You should’ve seen how big the nest was.”


“I can only imagine.” Kimberly laughs before her entire demeanor changes as she sees a familiar smile approach. “Hey, you. Where have you been?”


“Mr. Green kept droning on about our project so we were literally just freed from his nerdy clutches.” Trini grumbles as she plops down beside Kimberly.


“Hamlet?” Kimberly asks, and Trini pouts with a nod. “Mm, yeah. I’ve heard about how crazy he can get. Good luck.”


“Well, thankfully my girlfriend is a literature nerd so I’ll just force her to help me.” Trini smirks as she turns her head and glances up through thick lashes. “Right?”


“Of course.” Kimberly smiles as she begins to lean forward.


“Kim!”


Kimberly startles and glances up to see Jessica Andrews walking towards her, “Uh, hey. What’s up, Jess?”


“Please tell me you’re free tonight.”


“Uh…”


“I am having a fashion crisis and you’re like the best thrift shopper I know.” Jessica whines. “I promise I’ll buy you coffee afterwards.”


Kimberly finds herself nodding, “Sure.”


“You are a lifesaver!” Jessica squeals.


“She is insane.” Kimberly laughs as the blonde blows her a kiss and rushes away from the table. “Great. An entire evening with her crazy ass.”


“We have to train tonight.” Billy pipes in.


“I think we can skip out on one training session.” Kimberly scoffs as she pops her chip bag open.


“We?” Billy frowns.


“Trini and I.” Kimberly shrugs.


Trini looks at her with wide eyes, “Why would I miss training?”


“I was going to ditch Jess after the thrift store and take you out for dinner.” Kimberly replies as she looks to Trini. “I mean, unless you don’t want to…?”


“No. I’m just…surprised.” Trini admits, and her eyes quickly drop to the table as Kimberly frowns. “I just didn’t know if you’d want me around your friends.”


“What?” Kimberly laughs.


“They’re popular.” Trini murmurs. “I’m not.”


“So? You’re my girlfriend.” Kimberly reminds her with a slight teasing in her voice. “If I go somewhere, I’m taking my lady with me.”


“Yeah?” Trini smiles as she turns her head.


“Of course.” Kimberly whispers as she leans forward to rest their lips together. “I hope you know you matter more.”


“I know now.” Trini whispers.


-


Three weeks later, Trini doesn’t know if Kimberly really believes what she said that day in the cafeteria. Of course she is still an amazing girlfriend, but she distances herself little by little from their band of misfits. It starts with skipped movie nights, then a few forgotten family dinners, and eventually training becomes an afterthought. Trini is worried, she feels like Kimberly is slipping away and she doesn’t know how much longer she can hold on.


They’re training on a Thursday and Trini puts all her worries into her fighting. Her punches are weaker, her kicks are avoided, and one too many fake putties take her out with ease. She is so used to having Kimberly at her back that she sometimes she forgets that right now she is on her own. It isn’t till she is thrown against a wall that she snaps back to reality. The pain radiates through her body and the boys surround her with worry on their faces as they look her over.


“You’re bleeding.” Jason frowns as he looks at the two deep cuts on her shoulder and forehead. “I’m going to go get the first aid kit and patch you up.”


Zack watches as Jason hurries off with Billy at his heels, “Alright. Talk to me, crazy girl. You’re fighting like your head is a million miles in the clouds.”


“I’m fine, Zack.” Trini snaps as she attempts to sit up only to stumble back as her head spins. “Shit. Okay, so I’m not fine. But I’m fine in other aspects.”


“Yes you are.” Zack smirks.


Trini finally cracks a smile as she rolls her eyes, “Now is not the time for you to be hitting on me.”


“Better me hitting on you than you hitting a wall.” Zack shrugs. “So, are you going to tell me what’s up?”


“Maybe you can tell us all what’s up.” Jason suggests as he walks back towards them with the first aid kit. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you lose focus like that.”


“I’ve got a lot on my mind…”


“You mean you have Kim on your mind? I think that’s what she means.” Billy chirps as he pops the first aid kit open. “You seem…sad.”


“I’m not sad.” Trini assures him with a wince as Jason presses a layer of gauze to her forehead. “I’m just confused. Kim said that…it just seems like she’s changed since everyone forgave her.”


“Have you maybe tried talking to her about it?” Jason asks as he accepts the alcohol pad Billy holds out.


“She’s so happy.” Trini mumbles before she tenses at the sting of alcohol. “I want her to be happy. No matter what. And having all of her old friends back makes her smile, and she seems so much lighter. It’d be fucked up for me to tell her that I’m upset about it.”


“Kim isn’t our friend anymore?” Billy demands.


“No. She’s still our friend.” Jason assures him with a small smile. “She just has a lot going on, she just needs someone to pull her head from her ass.”


Zack snorts as he works on putting bandaids on Trini’s shoulder, “What about you, jockstrap? You ever miss that part of your life?”


“Sometimes I do.” Jason admits with a slow nod. “But I know I belong with you guys, being a part of this little family is a part of my destiny. All of those people will disappear from my life as time goes on, but you guys are here to stay.”


Trini smiles at the boy, “I hope Kim sees it that way some day.”


-


Kimberly throws her head back and laughs at her friends’ as they walk out of the freshly built Krispy Kreme. Her attention is so focused on whatever Gillian Baker is saying that she barely hears Jessica mention Jason’s name; it isn’t till she looks up to see him leaning against the building across the street that she offers him a smile and wave that he doesn’t return.


“What’s his issue?” Jessica sneers.


“Not sure, guess I should go find out. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Kimberly smiles, and she is quick to cross the street and pause before her friend. “Hey, Jace.”


“You missed training. Again.” Jason frowns as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I think that’s the fifth training session you’ve missed, Kim.”


“I’m sorry. Harper invited us out to…”


“Trini got hurt.”


The words are like ice being thrown at her, and she stares at him for a long moment to search for answers. It takes her a moment to notice the small speckles of blood on his t-shirt and she feels the air disappear around her; it’s the same feeling she got after Trini was attacked by Rita, the same ache she felt during their near death experience.


“Is she okay?” Kimberly demands.


Jason drops his arms slowly, “I mean, it wasn’t life threatening but I guess her mom took her to the hospital to make sure she doesn’t have a concussion.”


“Why didn’t anyone call me?”


“Trini didn’t want to bother you.” Jason replies. “She knew you were out with your friends, and she didn’t want you to have to drop everything for her.”


“What?” Kimberly scoffs. “She knows I would.”


“Would you?”


Kimberly jerks back at his tone and her grip tightens subtly on her coffee cup, “What are you trying to say?”


“Look, I’m not trying to be an ass,” Jason sighs. “But it kills me seeing any of you upset, and Trini is really confused on where she fits in your life.”


“What?”


Kimberly feels her heart break at his words, she was so sure Trini knew exactly where she fit. She fit in the center of Kimberly’s world, she was Kimberly’s anchor. With a shudder of a breath, her grasp finally broke through the plastic of her drink and she barely registered the burning of the coffee as it dripped down her hand.


“Kim?”


Kimberly shakes her head and backs away from him, “I need to go see Trini. I’m…thank you, Jace.”


-


By the time Trini finally gets home from the hospital, her entire body is throbbing. Her mother is gentle with her, and for a little while Trini revels in it. But then the questions start and Trini mumbles something about a shower before she disappears and slips into her bathroom. The hot water pounds down on her and the steam seems to clear her mind as she presses her hands to the wall and allows her head to drop forward. She stays until the tap turns cold and she is quick to slip out and into a fluffy towel before she patters off to her bedroom.


All she wants right now is her Batman pajamas and Golden Girls; the idea of a night by herself brings an odd sensation to her. She hasn’t had a night alone since they had found their coins that fateful night. With a sigh, Trini slips into her room and is a second away from dropping her towel before she hears someone clear their throat. A small squeak leaves her as she clutches her towel to herself and turns to see Kimberly sitting on the edge of her bed with wide eyes.


“What are you doing here?” Trini demands.


“Well, I found out my girlfriend was hurt so I wanted to come over and make sure she was okay.” Kimberly replies as she presses a hand over her eyes. “You can change.”


Trini smiles softly and rolls her eyes as she sees Kimberly make a show of peeking through her fingers, “Turn around.”


“I won’t look…”


“Turn around.” Trini repeats.


A swell of adoration bubbles deep in Trini’s stomach at Kimberly’s pout before she does as she was ordered. Trini dresses quickly and tosses her towel in her laundry basket before she moves to crawl onto her bed. As soon as her body makes contact with the mattress, a hiss of pain escapes her and Kimberly turns to face her with wide, worried eyes.


“What happened?” Kimberly whispers.


Trini shifts on the bed and scowls, “You’d know if you actually showed up for training now and then.”


“I deserve that.” Kimberly murmurs as she reaches out to sweep a strand of hair from Trini’s face. “I’m sorry, babe.”


“I’d say it’s fine, but I would be lying.” Trini mumbles as she turns her head subtly into the touch. “Billy asked us if you were still our friend.”


“What? Of course I am.” Kimberly scoffs as she drops her hand from Trini’s face. “God. Am I not allowed to have friends outside of our group? Am I only limited to talking to the four of you?”


Trini is calm as she arches an eyebrow at her girlfriend, “I don’t recall ever expressing my dislike towards you having other friends. It’s your life, Kim. Nobody can tell you what to do.”


“Well, it feels like you guys want me to choose…”


“I don’t want you to choose.” Trini cuts in as she narrows her eyes. “I just wish you’d learn how to balance it all, I wish you’d see how much the boys miss you. I wish you’d see how much I miss you.”


Kimberly softens, “You miss me?”


“Always.” Trini shrugs. “I know you’re building old friendships back, but we still exist. The four of us, we were the ones who didn’t judge you. We didn’t outcast you for one stupid mistake.”


“I just…”


“You don’t have to explain yourself. I understand. You had a completely different life before we became superheroes.” Trini shrugs. “And I understand that you miss that part of your life, and I would never ask you to just walk away from that again. I want you to be happy.”


Kimberly is silent for a long moment before her brow furrows, “Being a Power Ranger makes me happy. Billy’s excitement makes me happy. Zack’s enthusiasm for life makes me happy. Jason’s optimism makes me happy. You make me happy.”


“But so do they.” Trini whispers.


“No, they made the old me happy…and I’m not sure I can even call the old me happy. I was safe, feared.” Kimberly frowns. “It’s different with you guys, especially you. I am so happy when I’m with you guys.”


Trini tries to smother her yawn, “We’re happy when you’re with us too. But mostly me. I’m the happiest.”


“Of course.” Kimberly snorts, and Trini sees the way she scans her over. “You look exhausted, you should get some sleep.”


“Stay.” Trini orders.


Kimberly gives her that smile that melts her heart and kicks off her shoes before she joins Trini under the covers. Trini snuggles into her girlfriend and listens to steady thud of her heartbeat while gentle fingers pull through her damp locks and slowly lull her to sleep.


“I’d choose you, y’know?”


Trini blinks sleepily, “Hm?”


“If you made me choose,” Kimberly whispers as she ducks her head to press her lips to Trini’s dark locks. “I’d choose you, without a second thought.”


Trini falls asleep with a smile on her face, and holds onto the knowledge that the Kimberly wants Trini as much as Trini wants Kimberly.


-


Kimberly walks into the cafeteria and glances around the crowded room. She sees most of her friends crowded at a table across the room, and she can hear their booming laughter as they all stand over one of the football player’s and stare down at his phone; she has no doubt they’re watching some video of a freshmen being tortured by one of them.


A smile pulls at her lips as she targets her gaze at the table in the back corner. Billy is fiddling with something, his brows are furrowed and his lunch is all but forgotten. Jason is switching between reading a book and stuffing the school’s mystery meat in his face. Zack is passed out on a paper bag. And Trini is watching Billy with a fond smile while she eats her celery. Her friends, her family, look so happy and she’s never wanted to be somewhere so badly.


“Kim!” Harper calls.


Kimberly looks to her and she spares the dozens of gazes on her a smile before she crosses the cafeteria and slides into the empty seat beside Trini. She can feel the eyes on her, but all she cares about is the beam that lights up Trini’s face while the boys flash her knowing looks; it’s all that matters to her.


“Hi.” Trini hums.


Kimberly sighs adoringly and leans forward to press a soft kiss to smiling lips, “Hi, gorgeous. Miss me?”


Trini shrugs with a smug expression, “Always. Did you miss me?”


“Always.” Kimberly mocks.


As she sits with the four most important people in her world, she has never felt more right. She knows where she belongs, right here with the people that feel like home.

FRIDAY the matchmaker (Bucky X Reader)

Title: FRIDAY the matchmaker

Pairing: Bucky X Reader 

Genre: Fluff

Summary: FRIDAY, stark tower’s resident artificial intelligence (A.I.), could not help but matchmake the duo. 

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“Ms. (Y/N), Mr. Barnes is having some trouble with his hair in the gym. Would you care to give him a hand?” Friday’s voice sounded in the empty common room.

(Y/N)’s face showed an expression of confusion as she stood up and walked towards the gym as she replied the A.I., “Ok…ay sure. Did Bucky ask for me?”

She was met with silence and she started doubting if Friday was purposely ignoring her question.

It wasn’t the first time Friday has sprung out of nowhere, asking (Y/N) to join Bucky for breakfast because he was alone, telling (Y/N) that Bucky was injured and didn’t mention to the team when they came back from missions and so forth.

It didn’t seem like the type of thing an A.I would mention but she pushed it out of her mind and busied herself with Bucky.

It wasn’t only (Y/N) that Friday spoke to, on a more than normal basis. Friday seemed to call for Bucky more than often these days too.

“Mr. Barnes, would you care to join (Y/N) by the pool this afternoon? She seems to be alone and may need some help with the sunscreen.” the A.I. said, as Bucky stepped out of his shower.

“Uhh, okay… I guess?” Bucky replied, pulling a tank top over his head.

Bucky was no less puzzled at Friday’s antics. The A.I. seems to be very invested in telling Bucky where (Y/N) was and what she was doing. Though it wasn’t that Bucky minded. He as more than happy to have more time around (Y/N).


The compound was empty apart from Bucky and (Y/N). Everyone was away on missions and the duo was left to house-sit. They were lounging on the couch, a random movie playing on the television screen.

“This is boring Bucks.” (Y/N) groaned, stretching herself and flipping her body to face the man next to her.

Before Bucky could reply, Friday’s voice resonated around the room. “Could I suggest a movie, Ms. (Y/N), Mr. Barnes? It is the latest update we have in the Stark system.” the A.I. said.

The two looked at each other and hummed their agreement as the A.I. pulled the curtains, dimmed the lights and played the movie.

A couple of minutes into the movie, they realized that Friday had played a horror movie. (Y/N) had not hated the huge projector screen until this very moment. As the movie progressed, (Y/N) has already scrunched up next to Bucky, her throw pulled up covering up her face. She peeped from the corner of her throw and tried to continue watching the movie despite her fear.

Bucky stiffened when he felt (Y/N) pressing up against him. Her warm body cuddled up next to him made his mind go haywire. A part of him was blank and a part of him wanted to pull the girl closer to him as he wraps his arms around her and snuggles in her warmth.

“Bucky, do you think the room just got colder?” (Y/N) murmured, leaning her body as close to Bucky as she possibly could.

“The super-serum kind of makes me immune to the cold doll.” he chuckled softly, subconsciously tugging her closer to him.

Tearing her eyes away from the screen in front on them, (Y/N) turned to body towards Bucky, their faces just inches apart. She took a deep breath, eyes fluttering to Bucky’s parted lips.

“Hey, Bucks. Do you think Friday’s being sneaky the past week?” she whispered.

Bucky let out a breath he was holding and helped (Y/N) tuck a hair stray hair behind her ear.

“Mm? I don’t know doll. If I didn’t know better I’d think Friday was trying to matchmake us.” he replied softly, a chuckle lacing his voice.

“Yeah…? If I didn’t know better, I would think Friday turned the air conditioning down to get us all cuddled up like that,” she answered, her lips curling into a small smirk.

“Guess we shouldn’t let our matchmaker down huh?” Bucky’s voice dropped an octave lower, his chest rumbling as he spoke.

He placed a hand behind her neck, metal arm around her waist, tugging the girl closer to his chest. His eyes peered into hers, trying to find any sign of reluctance.

When he was met with none, he guided her towards him and met their lips together in a soft and tender kiss.

“I suppose we should thank Friday huh?” (Y/N) chuckled out softly, tugging Bucky back for another searing kiss.


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Here’s something short for the weekend! Its just a simple drabble that stemmed from an idea I had when I was on the way to tutor this morning. It isn’t very good but I needed to write something light and fluffy. I hope you all enjoy it! As per usual, I would love any form of feedback and if anyone wants to be untagged or tagged, just drop me a message! 

For my other writings, search “Ting writes” on my Tumblr!”

turn it off || stiles stilinski

word count: 4309

warnings: none?

prompt: based on 4x09

author’s note: i’ve had this idea in my head for a while, but i finally wrote it so here it is! Y/G/N = Your Grandmother’s Name

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Originally posted by knightlley


Zach Dempsey x Reader
Request: No.
Word Count: 820
A/N: This is my very first imagine! I’m excited to share it with you all, I’ve always been interested in writing and now I can finally show you guys what I’ve got. Again this is my first, so I apologize if it’s not very well written or if there are any spelling errors. Requests are now open, I will be doing imagines, ships, etc… I hope you guys enjoy! :) Also an additional side note, this has become my main 13 Reasons Why blog now! So if you happen to follow @ans-dempsey and look forward to more imagines, I will be posting them all on here! Also it’s Friday so I might have a few more up today. :)
Warnings: Slight mention of self-harm.
Italics = you, Bold = Zach

You had stayed up late tossing and turning. Throughout the week, your family has really been pushing you to get your grades up. You weren’t usually like this, you were a straight A student, but your insecurities were really starting to get to you. Recently you had gotten out of hand, more drinking, going out, and it had even gotten to the point of self-harm. You knew Zach would become furious with you if he were to ever find out, but you needed something–an escape. Everything was just going downhill for you and you were beyond frustrated. Despite the choices you’ve made to handle the ugly from the week if it wasn’t for your boyfriend Zach, you don’t know exactly where you’d be right now

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Love Is On The Radio 

Sitting in the study, bent over your work you sighed and threw the pen down. You had been trying to write this stupid essay for nearly two days now and it was winding you up to a point that you never thought it would be finished. Had Seb been home he would have sat with you, not saying anything, just playing on his phone or sitting there, and his presence just seemed to make you more relaxed, at ease which made the whole thing so much easier. But at the moment he was away filming, he had been gone for months and the most contact you had had with him was the odd text or phone call. While proud of him for his work you couldn’t help but feel a little lonely when he was gone.

Having given up for the day you headed down to the kitchen, switching on the radio so that some noise filled the silent apartment as you made something that might resemble food. Seb normally cooked, you chuckled as you remembered him telling you how dangerous you where when it came to cooking. You had dropped a knife and it had nearly got right through his foot.
You weren’t really listening to the radio, it had landed on a random channel, but you didn’t care, you just needed something other than your own thoughts to listen to for a while. Vaguely noting that it was some celebrity interview for a film you set about making your best and only safe dish. Pasta.

“So filming has just wrapped on your latest film, what’s next for you?” the interviewer asked and then you froze.
“Well, hopefully I’ll get some time off before the next job but currently we are working towards the next avengers movie” said the familiar voice.

Forgetting the pasta you ran to the radio, sitting on top of the counter across from it, your attention now solely focused on it. “Oh I love those movies, I can’t wait for it to come out!’ the interview exclaimed. She was female and you could picture just what she looked like. “Can you tell us anything about it, Sebastian?” she asked. The flirtation in her voice was evident and it shook you as you could see the blond hair and red lipstick as she asked your boyfriend questions. “Well of course its all very hush hush at the moment, and I haven’t actually started filming yet, but from what I’m aware of it is going to be the most epic movie we have done to date” he replied. Unlike the interviewer, Seb’s voice was calm and collected, exited about the topic he was discussing, but there was something there that only you would have recognised. He was clearly uncomfortable with the way she was talking to him. “You said that you hoped to have a break first- do you have any plans?” she asked and you scowled at the radio as if it was the one you where getting cross with. “Well of course it will be great to get home, see family and just relax generally-“
“But still working out, after all the winter solider has a very distinctive look” she laughed. Seb chuckled but you could tell it was forced.
“Ha yeah, I guess he does.”
“Do you have anyone special waiting for you at home then?” you huffed, this woman was pushing the boundaries of what was okay to talk about live on air, and you knew Seb hated talking about his personal life. “Actually, I do. And they are amazing” he said, the slightly irritated snap was clear in his voice that anyone might have picked it up. The interviewer was clearly taken aback and coughed lightly. “Well then… um… that was Sebastian Stan discussing his latest movie ‘Lucky Logan’ out this August” she said and the interview ended there.

With a huff you jumped off the counter top, annoyed that Seb hadn’t mentioned a radio interview in his last phone call, you made a mental note to ask him about it later. But you where pleased that he gave the woman whats for, she had stepped way over the line.

Your phone rang and you groaned, desperate for food at this point, and answered not even bothering to check the caller ID. “Hello, depression centre, how can I help?’ you answered in bored tone before snickering at your own joke that if you had been honest wasn’t funny. “Wow, and I though I was calling for support” said a voice that melted your heart.
“Hello you” you grinned instantly perking up. “Nah, just bored, stupid essay that’s all”
“Anything I can help with?” Seb asked and you shook your head
“Nah, its nearly done now. So why do you need support?” you asked
“I’ve just had to do this god awful interview-“
“I know, I heard” you sighed
“Oh God, you didn’t did you?” he groaned and you knew that he was going that cute thing of running his hands through his hair, which was currently in the process of being grown out. “Yeah, accidentally though, I’m trying to cook’ you explained
“Oh god” he cried dramatically “whatever you do don’t burn the house down” he laughed and you grinned back
“I’ll try not to, but I can’t promise anything” you said. “That woman though, how come you didn’t tell me about the interview?” you asked tucking your phone between your ear and shoulder so that you could move around the kitchen while talking. “Because of that exact reason” he huffed “She always flirts and I hate it, I had to put my foot down this time, she just grrrr” he groaned. “Aww what a hard life you lead, with beautiful women throwing themselves at you” you said teasingly and he huffed.
“Maybe I don’t want them to” he replied and your snorted “Seriously! I have you! Why would I want a slaggy Linsey when I can have a perfect Y/N?” he insisted and you grinned.
“Your being cheesy again” you grinned stopping what you where doing to actually talk to him, it wasn’t fair on him to be multitasking right now. “I’m serious Y/N, besides, you know you love it” you couldn’t help but roll you eyes.
“Yeah I do, but you know what I would love more?” you asked and wiggled your eyebrows even though you knew he couldn’t see you. “What’s that?” his voice had gone all husky and deep clearly he was thinking what you where.

A knock at the front door stoped what you where about to say “I want there to be no one at the door, and ice-cream” you huffed. “Who is it?” Sebastian asked and you pulled a face
“Funnily enough my x-ray vision is broken today and I can’t see through doors”
‘Oh bummer, might want to see a doctor tomorrow then” he joked and you grinned back
“I would but there could be a murderer on the other side of the door in which case my laser beam hands will need to be replaced first, otherwise I might starve to death while your gone” you laughed.
“A murderer?” he asked and you could hear the grin in his voice as you moved to the front door.
“Its that or purple aliens, I haven’t decided. Hold on” you said as you opened the door and froze. You nearly dropped your phone in surprise only just managing to catch it. “Not a murder or an Alien, but I do have Ice-cream” Sebastian grinned as he stood in front of you. Your mouth hung open in shock, not believing that it was really him. You reached out and poked his chest causing him to rock on his heels and he laughed. “You really here?” you asked and he nodded
“Where else would I be?” he asked. You shook you head, clearing it of the initial shock of seeing him again.
“Being probed by purple aliens of course” you laughed before rugby tagging him into a large bear hug. You felt his arms wrap around you waist as he breathed in deeply, inhaling the smell of your perfume as you clung to him. “I missed you” you whispered into his neck. You could feel his smile as he hurried his head in you hair. “I know.”

Opposites Attract

Originally posted by mystarsandmoonhao

MATURE

One of the best things about your relationship with Seokmin was your seemingly endless amount of differences. Seokmin was loud and funny, you were quiet and not exactly a laugh riot. Seokmin was outgoing and could converse with a brick wall if he needed to, you were introverted and could barely hold a conversation with someone you knew. Seokmin was very expressive about his feelings, you were more reserved.

The saying ‘opposites attract’ couldn’t have created a better example than the two of you.

Somehow, despite your differences, the two of you worked well together. You made one another happy and you kept one another grounded. You provided that much needed balance for each other and you both continually thanked the universe that you were somehow brought together.

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Today Morning

Originally posted by katherine8595

Reader x Jongin

EXODUS, College AU; A sleepy Jongin suddenly and accidentally exposes his power to you one late night.

First installment of Nikah, @lovesehunright and I’s college au series!


Jongin’s voice is low and childlike as he whines out his protests at your stubborn self. “Y/N, really, I’m walking you home.” He huffs, watching with ‘cold’ eyes while you step into your worn down tennis shoes and grab for your jacket which- a sigh- was to be found in his stubbornly raised hand. 

“Jongin, please.” You pout, reaching for your jacket with another sigh and a reassuring statement, that no, he didn’t need to walk you home, just over campus, this late. It wasn’t that late, anyways. 

Your jacket is lighter than expected, and you hurry it over your shoulder before placing your arms through the arms of the fluffy jacket. There is only a single light illuminating Jongin’s small dorm room, casting a yellow light over the strewn out empty bags of candies and soda bottles. His bed is messy and unmade after the two of you had spent your whole Sunday night up into it, watching all your favorite movies. 

A few hours earlier, Jongin had called you up and told you that his roommate was out for the night, begging you to come over. And so you did, and now you were as tired as ever, stifling yawn after yawn and stretching out your stiff legs by his door. 

“It is that late, actually.” Jongin says dumbly. “It’s almost one in the morning, you do realize we watched like four movies. That’s like- what, 1,5 hours times four?” 

A third sigh - one that transitioned into a jaw-ripping yawn. “Don’t even start, Jongin, seriously. I have math class at nine tomorrow morning.” 

“Today morning.” 

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They Wanna Make Me Their Queen

( Prompt: princess diaries style “I grew up not knowing I was royal and suddenly my royal grandparent showed up out of nowhere and told me I was so now I guess I’m the heir to the throne and you’re my crush from my pre-royal days but I still have a crush on you” AU ) 

PART 4

A/N: Two words: Lip-sync battle. SLAY TOM, SLAY. I WAS WEIRDLY TURNED ON BY HIS PERFORMANCE?? LIKE. I WOULD DO HIM IN THE SUIT, AND I WOULD DO HIM IN DRAG, AND I AM CRYING. That being said, if anyone wants to fangirl with me over Tom, please hit me up. I need more friends to fangirl with!! ( I also need a date with him ASAP. ) In other news, this was very heavily influenced by that scene in Catching Fire. Matt Murdock, the dumpster ninja, will be showing up in a few more chapters, and I cannot wait. :)))

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You leave the room – and the after party – without delay. Your walk is more of a stagger as the amount of champagne you’ve consumed just minutes before becomes apparent. Too much. And yet, not nearly enough. You move as calmly as possible towards the archway leading to the hall … To escape.

Or as much of an escape as you can manage with a limitless number of guards keeping watch over your every move.

You press a hand against the wall to steady yourself. Once you find an exit to the balcony, you grasp hold of a railing and try to calm yourself. A sob rises in your throat. You clamp your lips together to force it back.

No one told you the life of a princess would be this hard.

No one told you that you would have to give up your friends.

No one told you that a crown could weigh so heavily upon your head.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” Light and good-humoured – not to mention vaguely familiar – a voice greets you from the shadows, you jarringly realise that you aren’t alone.

Normally, you would be thrilled – or shocked at the very least – to have New York’s very own Spiderman hanging from the fire escape only several feet away. It’s becoming a trend at school – all the girls are bragging about how Spiderman had saved them from robbers/harassment/bullying, and they’d proceeded to make out with Spiderman in some dark corner to ‘thank’ him.

And now he’s here. Real and alive. You could add on to the flood of wild stories, but you hardly need the added popularity. As it is, you could claim that you’d discovered Atlantis and people would believe you.

You manage a faint smile that comes across as more of a grimace on a pale and strained face that not even M.A.C and Elizabeth Arden can hide.

Willing your voice not to crack, you speak slowly, attempting to compose yourself, “Parties aren’t really my thing.”

“What is your thing, then?”

He’s talking to you like he’s known you all your life. It’s warm and familiar and comforting somehow, to be talked to like a normal human being. No, “Yes, Your Highness”, or “As you wish, My Lady”. No airs, no treading on eggshells. Just … Normal conversation. You could cry. You want to cry.

“I enjoy horseback riding and embroidery.” Your voice sounds dead, even to your ears – it sounds like something you’ve memorised from a textbook. “I volunteer at soup kitchens in my free time, and I donate generously to churches and shelters.”

“I mean the real things.” His gaze is heavy on your face, so piercing that you think he can see all the way down into your soul. “Not the princess things.”

“I like watching movies,” You say, softly, carefully, after making sure that your grandmother isn’t going to jump out of nowhere to chide you for not giving the appropriate response. “I always watched them with my best friend.” There’s a sour taste in your mouth, almost like curdled milk, when you remember that you haven’t been to Peter’s in weeks, and that you haven’t been speaking to him for about as long. Swallowing, you continue, “I like books. Reading. Listening to music. You know. Teenager stuff.”

“Teenager stuff,” He repeats. “So why are you saying that other stuff?”

You let out a half laugh that sounds more like a hysterical hiccup. “Don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

It’s what people want to hear. It’s what they expect from a princess. But your all your lies are piling up, one after another, and you’re afraid that soon they’ll collapse over you and will bury you under, and you won’t be able to climb out of the hole that you’ve dug yourself into.

“There’s always a choice.”

Not for me, you think, both angrily and wistfully. If you had any choice, you would abandon all your duties and run off to Antarctica to chill with the Penguins. You’d turn in your crown immediately. You’d become normal again. A regular girl, in a regular school, with a regular life.

You’d never thought you’d miss normalcy.

“You need a break.” Spiderman says, shaking his head in mock – or is it real? – disappointment. But then, his voice changes, takes on an edge of boyish excitement. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Go?” You wag your head hysterically. “Oh no no no, I can’t just … Go.”

“It’s not like I’m taking you to Aspen. Just around the city.”

Spiderman’s looking at you hopefully, almost child-like in his excitement. He holds out a hand, and you stare at it, wanting to take it, but still, unable to. What’s the harm? A voice whispers. Tomorrow you’ll have to go back to your life. All the press, the attention, the loneliness …

“Okay.”

Your cheeks warm. This is like something from a fairy tale – you the princess, and Spiderman the unconventional knight. You take his hand. It’s surprisingly warm and firm, and your own hand feels like it was made to hold his.

You try to think past these unwanted thoughts.

“Hold on tight. Okay?”

Before you can respond, you feel hands on your waist, and Spiderman’s lifting you up carefully, gently into his arms. He’s skinny, but a lot stronger than he looks. You accidentally slide back against his chest, breathing in the scent that clings to his skin – something warm, like cinnamon, vanilla, and the night air. Your heart inches its way into your throat. You’ll admit that you’re unusually nervous, but you chalk it up to being near to Spiderman. One breath is all you get the chance for though; he runs up to the edge of the roof and leaps right off it.

A loud scream escapes your lips. Your stomach plunges into a freefall, and your arms, once hanging limply at your side, now fly to wrap around Spiderman’s neck. You’re not sure if you’re strangling him with how tight you’re grabbing onto him, but right now, the only thought on your mind is holding on so that you don’t become a spot on the pavement.

You make a mental note to add ‘heights’ to the list of things you aren’t good at.

He has to shout to be heard over the cars honking, and the wind rushing by. “C’mon, open your eyes!”

“You’re crazy!” You squeak, praying that you won’t throw up all over his shiny new suit. “This was a bad idea!”

“I’m not going to drop you. You’ll be safe with me, I promise.”

It’s hard to doubt the sincerity that rings true in his voice, but still, you glare suspiciously at the direction of his voice before opening your eyes.

Your breath catches in your throat. Wow. It looks absolutely stunning. New York at night, from the sky … It looks otherworldly, surreal. To your surprise, a laugh bubbles forth from you. Your hair streams back from your face, and a smile makes its way across your face. You’ve grown used to the strange, but not all together unpleasant feeling, of being weightless and free and infinite, of flying through the air.

You could get used to this.

“I – I, uh, saw the press conference.”

It’s the wrong thing to say.

Your mood had been rapidly improving, but now, the weight of all your mistakes comes crashing back down, hard, onto your shoulders. You’ve been teetering on the edge of tears all day, and this is all it takes for you to break down completely.

You cry Peter’s name.

And then you just cry.

His name, Ned’s name, Michelle’s name, in one desperate stream of sounds that you can’t separate from one another. You want someone to make things right; you want someone to make you not feel as if you’re constantly being pulled different ways by your heart and your head. Most of all, you want someone to tell you that everything will be alright; to promise that your friends won’t be hating you with every fibre of their beings.

Shit shit shit,” Spiderman’s saying from somewhere far away, panic and fear vibrating through those three words. “I said something wrong.”

Vaguely, you’re aware that the crisp night winds have stopped rifling through your hair, aware that you’re no longer flying through the air, have the vague sensation of being set down gently onto gravel. The cold and the damp press against your legs.

“My friends hate me,” You sob, scrubbing at your streaming eyes with the back of your hand. “My crush hates me. I said some things that I didn’t mean just now.”

Through the tears that blur your vision, Spiderman freezes, goes impossibly still, like a deer caught in the headlights. “Then why did you?” He asks softly.

“Because – Because I wanted to keep them safe,” You confess. Your throat aches as a horrible black ball of fear lodges itself under the roof of your mouth. “This – The Princess job isn’t safe, there are horrible people who want me dead, and if they manage to get to my friends, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.”

“I get it.” Spiderman says, just as quietly, his voice suddenly sounding heavy and weary. “Believe me, I do.”

“No, you don’t!” You cry. It explodes out of you before you can stop it. You don’t know why you’re suddenly so angry, but you could shake him or cry. “You have no idea – No one does – I thought this would be fun, but it’s not! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and I’m in over my head, and I just want my friends back, but I can’t have them, and I just … I don’t know what to do anymore.”

The tears come in a flash flood. Exhaustion and self-pity roll over you. You’re sobbing even harder now, hunched over, and trembling in pain and sorrow and grief, with barely a pause to breathe as your frame is racked with the release of so many built-up emotions.

You think Spiderman’s left, but suddenly he’s holding you, warm and reassuring and real. You find yourself with your head buried in his shoulder, sobbing. He lets you cry it out, keeping you pressed tightly to him, and he’s making little noises into your hair, sounding positively pained that you’re miserable and he can’t do anything to help.

“I’ll take you home, okay?” He asks, once you’ve stopped crying.

All you can do is nod, still keeping your face buried into his neck.

He carries you into your room, through the window. He helps you to wash your makeup off, waits as you change out of your dress, helps you into bed, smoothing the covers over your still-trembling frame. Spiderman says goodnight, but you catch his hand and hold him there. You don’t want him to go, especially not when you feel so awful.

“Stay with me,” You whisper plaintively, like a small child. “Stay. Please.”

Fingers ghost through your hair, and you think you feel the brush of lips against your forehead. You think you hear Spiderman whisper a word back, but you’re too far gone to make it out.