he's just so serious i had to

Malec's children aka the fandom.

Acting like your parents just got divorce, now you’re picking sides.

They had an argument…a disagreement. It over something very serious. Literally, it’s a fine line between life or death, not because someone forgot to buy the milk. So, the angry, the disappointment, the heartbreak, and the fear…is justified.

Please, the dads need some time alone right now. A few moments apart to think and breathe. Alec has to make hard choices and Alec can and is allow to make mistakes. He’s learning. The show has some “goals” for him this season. And how I see it, every situations created so far (even though little annoying) is made to challenge Alec. Especially his fate in the clave and the shadowhunters.

AND MAGNUS CAN BE ANGRY. He’s allow to be mad. And when you’re mad, you don’t think clearly and your emotions is your master. We are no stranger to that. How many time have you call someone…a bitch, a SOB, an ass, or diss someone’s pet hamster. It’s happens. It’s suck, wrong, but it’s very human. When you’re hurt. You hurt back. It’s a heat of the moment reaction. Nobody here…are saints.

And BOTH OF THEM HAVE RESPONSIBILITIES AND OBLIGATIONS. Alec has a family and SO DOES MAGNUS. So please don’t, compare who’s family is more important.

Nobody is in the wrong here. They have their reasons. And to be honest they’re both fools. And we all know…love makes you a fool.

Their stupid and in love.

I am team Malec. There’s no Magnus vs Alec here. Pinning them against each other is sacrilegious. They just need space and when their head is clear and more rational…then they can have their heart to heart. This fight, as much as it broke my heart was a necessary. It needed to be out there, secrets is never good…and like Matt and Harry said it’s a road that has to be taken…and it can only makes them stronger as an individual and as a couple.

So why fight? Diss Magnus to support Alec? Belittle Alec to justify Magnus? Really? (Edited: however, I am not against open minded constructive criticism. We need to see both side).

I don’t know how it’s going to plan out. But in the previews. Alec still says I love you, Alec is at Magnus’ doors, AND it’s Magnus who’s right there holding and protecting Alec. So, relax, count to 10, and try to stay positive. As best as you can.

{Like I know we needed a finale, but honestly I wish we had at least one full episode of just Missy, Bill, and Nardole on an adventure together because it was just so much sass and disgruntlement with bonus peanut gallery Doctor narrating the whole thing like a bored sports announcer while eating crisps}

anonymous asked:

when'd u decide to dye your hair red? and why that color? (just curious :))

OH BOY HERE COMES THE STORY OF JULIET’S HAIR. FASTEN YOUR SEAT BELTS.

(This is so long lmao I’m so sorry)

Ok, so, my freshman year of high school, I had been in a sort of relationship with a guy for a little over a year. We never put a label on it, but it had been going on for over a year and neither of us were seeing anyone else, so it was kind of serious for me. Anyways, New Year’s Eve rolled around and he had a show out of state (bc Juliet only dates douchey musicians) and that night he ended up kissing another girl and all his fans came at me with pictures and videos and I ended it. It was like my first heartbreak and I needed to do something drastic. So I went red velvet cupcake red.

Fast forward a couple of years, and my toxic best friend of 8 years decides she doesn’t need to feed off of my happiness anymore and finds a guy to latch herself onto instead. Sounds like a pretty good thing for me, but at the time I was blind to how toxic she was and I felt like the only person I’d ever let myself get truly close to had thrown me away. Cue the dramatic hair change. So I went neon pink.

A couple of months later, another (toxic) best friend and I had started sleeping together and sort of seeing each other, but then he called it off because he (at 17) decided he would rather start dating a 14 year old girl. That hurt in itself, but after knowing each other for 3 weeks, she decided she didn’t like me and he completely cut all communication with me, which was basically him kicking me while I was down. Another crisis, another color. So that is why I went the darker magenta that is in my icon. (It’s a bit of an older pic but i like it so i’ve kept it up)

The next color I did was brown, which was about a year later, when the next person that had wormed their way into the position of my best friend had told me that we needed to stop hanging out because everyone thought we were dating. (Basically implying that I was bad for his reputation. Ouch.) another heartbreak that needed another hair color.

And FINALLY, we came full circle back to red velvet red/dark magenta a couple months after that when best friend #2 (the one that tossed me aside for a 14 year old) came back and we started sleeping together again and he wanted to try a real relationship, only to cheat on me while I was out of town, spending my grandfathers last few days in the hospital with him before he died, and then attending his funeral. Pretty shitty thing to do, and then you add the factor that he cheated on me with a girl who had stepped into and ruined my last TWO relationships- I had to change my hair again. Had to. And that’s how it got to the color it is today 🤷🏼‍♀️

IDK why it’s not a more popular headcanon that Mccree didn’t just lose his arm in whatever explosion/calamity he went through, but also a significant chunk of his torso

I would imagine that whatever it was would have definitely taken out most of that side of his body, and even if it didn’t they would have had to do some serious work to create a working structure that supported the weight of his arm on his torso

I’ve also considered that those gigantic tubes wired into his stomach are just some fancy cooling system, but I also genuinely think it’s more likely Mccree’s got quite the injury that’s more than just a missing limb. He might even have some artificial/biomechanical organs under all that plating. 

Not to mention his torso kinda sorta resembles Zenyatta’s 

As well as Genji’s

So I do pretty much believe that the setup on Mccree’s torso isn’t just armor plating you can take off, especially since there’s no discernible reason a chest plate should glow like that unless it’s got some mechanisms running under there

okokok.

I have strong feelings about this musical but let me tell you one thing even tho no one will probably read this…

Evans ´´mission´´ to feel confident at that day was: Get another kid to sign your cast!

Now, he asked both of his only friends and ,ok,  Alana was not saying ´´No.´´ , she just walked off. But Jared asked, why Evan wants him so sign his cast, and…didn´t sign it too.

And that pretty much was it for Evan cuz, why the hell would he ask any other person?  The only two he alredy knew just…didn´t want to, so why would a stranger want to? (Likely he wouldn´t even be able to ask any strangers anyways..)


So, but Connor ok…

Yes, Connor was a dick by pushing him in the beginning(even tho we all know he has serious issues) , but srsly, why was he in the computer room thingy in the first place?
Maybe coincidence, sure. 
But, what if Connor maybe was there to apologize?

I mean, he didn´t had to ask what happened with Evans arm. He didn´t had to ask if he could sign the cast. He didn´t had to speak with Evan in a calm or any way at all!  Heck, he didn´t even had to take Evans letter from the printer to bring it to him! He just did. Because he wanted to.

And you know…I think for that short moment, Connor was maybe waving back at Evan. And thats something not even his Friends at that moment did.

SO THATS JUST MY THOUGHTS AND THATS WHY I DREW THIS hhhhh

AND SINCE YOU ALL FUCKING LOVE THIS, I MADE ANOTHER COMIC LIKE THING LIKE THAT! Why not check it out…  here –I mean you don’t have to but…if..if you like this then…yeah.. ;v;

Married with Benefits (Part 13)

Summary: In order to not pay out-of-state tuition, you ask your friend, Steve Rogers, to marry you. Things, as always, never go as planned. (College AU)

Word Count: 2,218

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A/N: Hope you all enjoy it! Extra long part in honor of today lol.

Originally posted by oursisthefvry


Morning arrived quick enough and soon, Bucky was bursting into the room as you were in the middle of painting your toenails. He gave a large grin and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re supposed to have a hangover, buddy!”

“I’m stronger than any alcohol,” he declared, plopping down next to you on the bed. “Was coming to check in on you. Steve’s a fucking mess,” he scoffed. “How are you?”

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A Little D for a Big A-hole.

When I was in eighth grade, my middle school French class took a trip to Québec City. My school was in the whitest part of whitest Connecticut and I had moved there a few years before from Atlanta. You can imagine the Izod-style culture shock I went through.

In any case, we were up in Québec City in February, for some awful reason. Probably because the prices were cheapest for hotels, I don’t know. I do remember it was cold and windy and snowed a lot.

I was a pretty geeky kid, unsurprisingly. I read Star Wars expanded universe novels during the morning reading period. I had disappeared into fantasy worlds after my brother died a few years before, just months after we moved to New England. Since my brother had died and I was a new kid, no one really knew how to be my friend. Some people were nice to me for awhile, but most ignored my existence.

One of the few people who took pity on me was the daughter of my church’s minister, who was in the same year as me. She’d invite me to eat lunch with her and her friends, even though I could tell her friends did not want me there.

Despite growing up speaking French, I was placed in introductory French – and never moved, because there was so much going on with my brother’s accident and eventual death that no one really bothered with my education. Thankfully, my French teacher was kind and would let me help lead the spoken French bits in class. This one boy liked to hang out after class and would mock me after I left, pinching his nose and doing his best “make fun of the French” accent. He liked to make my life hell in other ways, like stealing homework, tearing pages out of schoolbooks, or shoving my shoulder whenever he “bumped” me in the hallway. I had dealt with worse bullying before, so I mostly just tried to ignore him. His was never very serious, but it was constant.

In any case, I asked these girls I ate lunch with if I could room with them on this trip. I did not want to be randomly assigned somewhere. They grudgingly agreed to it.

Once we got to Québec, things changed. Our teachers told us we were allowed to explore the city in small groups and we were to use French only when interacting with shopkeepers and the like. Well, the girls I was rooming with quickly realized I was the only student in our class who actually spoke French. I helped my roommates order things at bakeries and make change and navigate around the city. Word quickly spread and by the end of the first day, several classmates came to me for phrases they could use.

On the second day of this trip, we were all supposed to meet up in this square in the old city at a particular time after being allowed to wander for a few hours. My group turned up a few minutes early and a group of boys – with my favorite harasser – was already there. The boys were clearly planning some kind of prank; there was a lot of stifled laughing and looking our way. The harasser came over to our group. He asked me how to say, “Are you my mother?”

Well, for those who don’t know:

“Es-tu ma mère?” means “Are you my mother?”

“Es-tu ma merde?” means “Are you my shit?”

Can you guess which one I told him? He had never paid attention in class, so to his ears (and the ears of our classmates), it sounded right. And no one would ever suspect quiet, mousy, geeky me of any shenanigans.

He went up to a stranger and asked her if she was his shit just as one of our teachers came around the corner. He got hauled by his ears, the teacher apologizing profusely to the woman while simultaneously scolding my harasser. Kid immediately tried to blame it on me but his protestations were immediately dismissed. The teacher did check with everyone, but no one had heard the difference in the language used so backed up my version of events.

He had detention for the rest of the trip and was not allowed to participate in any of the activities. He had to sit on the bus and write an essay.

He was far more cautious about being an a**hole to me in the future.

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17TH OF MAY SPECIAL

THE GUYS: Dab, dab, dab, dab, dab, dab!!

[HEY BRISKEBY]

MUTASIM: Yes, we love…* Today, it’s the 18th of May, so we’re going to have a, boom, 17th of May special.

ELIAS: What are you doing?

MUTASIM: Bro..

ELIAS: You know this is my Youtube channel, right? And then you come with this 17th of May stuff..

MUTASIM: Look, look, look how tired this guy is and I’m like fresh.

MIKAEL: He has a bowtie.

MUTASIM: Bowtie! I got this, understand?

MIKAEL: [Singing]

ELIAS: But what’s the thing with the 17th of May? Why do we celebrate the 17th of May?

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Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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Peter the player

(A/N): I LOVE PETER SO MUCH

Request: Can you do a Peter Parker x reader where you are around Peter’s age (1 year older) and a badass avenger with a public identity and best friends with Peter and when is being teased by a bunch of bullies about being a nerd with no girlfriend until he blurts out that you’re his girlfriend and they don’t believe him and tell him to prove it he runs up and kiss you begging you to go along with it

Warnings: some swearing

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


Originally posted by spiderholland

  Peter was fucked. That was it. He knew the minute those few words came from his lips that he was eternally fucked. 

   The boys who sat at the table directly ahead of him had turned around and started pestering him, again. Honestly, at this point in the school year he was used to it, it didn’t bug him like it used to, if anything it was just a nuisance now, a nuisance he’d do anything to get rid of. So that’s why when they started pestering him about having a significant other he flipped and blurted out, 

   "I’m actually dating someone, you know (Y/N) (Y/L/N), that really cute senior?“ The boys look a him as though he was crazy and at this point Peter think he may be. 

   "There’s no way you’re dating them,”

   "Nope, I totally am,“ Peter leans into his seat, smirking at the boys almost cooly. 

   "Yeah? Then prove it,” They boys smirk back, making Peters blood run cold. 

   (Y/N) was his best friend, his partner with shield, they were amazing and understanding but would they understand enough to help him out? 

   "Go up and kiss them,“ Peter gulps as his eyes travel to (Y/N)’s table where they were valiantly studying for an upcoming graduate test. He knew he shouldn’t disturb them at such a time but before he knew it his feet were carrying him to their table, forcing him to seat and turn to (Y/N) with a hopeful expression.

    "Pete, I’m kinda busy right now,” (Y/N) supplies before Peter even has time to open his mouth. 

   "But (Y/N), it’s really important-“ (Y/N) turns to look at Peter with their best bitch face, a face that sent fear tingling down his spine.

    "This better be good or I swear to god I’m going to beat your ass,” Peter sighs as he looks at his hands, twiddling his thumbs a bit as he does. 

   "Well- so those guys who um-“ Peter didnt want to say bullying, he didn’t want to seem weak around (Y/N). "Those guys I was just talking to,” Peter gestures to the guys behind him, all staring at him intently. “They’ve been mocking me for the last couple of months-”

    “they’ve been bullying you?" 

   "No, that’s not what I said-”

    “Do I need to beat them for you?" 

   "No! God, no, I just need you to kiss me,” (Y/N) stares at Peter with a dumbfounded expression, as though he had just grown a second head or three.

    “Are you fucking serious?" 

   "I know, I know, you can beat my ass later but please, I just need this,” Peter gives (Y/N) his best puppy dog eyes, he even threw in a pout just for good measure. 

   (Y/N) was seriously contemplating saying no but then they heard the boys snickering and mocking Peter. Gritting their teeth (Y/N) leans forward, cupping Peters cheeks as they connected their lips to his. 

   His lips were surprisingly soft and sweet and (Y/N) knew It was horrible to think but they wanted more. Plus, Peter wasn’t too bad of a kisser- in fact he was good, maybe a little too good. 

   (Y/N) pulls away (even if they were reluctant), licking their lips as they look to Peter with half lidded eyes, almost as though they were drunk. Peter looks almost disbelieving himself as he stares at (Y/N), more specifically their lips. 

   "Um, uh-“ 

   "Was I your first kiss?” (Y/N) asks, cutting the younger boy short. Peter looks a bit sheepish at first, his cheeks dusting a light pink as he looks down at his hands.

    “Is it that obvious?” (Y/N) smirks as they hum, casually turning back to their papers to get back to work. 

   "No,“ Peter looks surprised at this, eyes wide and lips parted. "You’re surprisingly good,” And that was all the information (Y/N) gave Peter before they set back to work, smirking as Peter made his way back to his own table with a new sense of shock and pride.

By Way of Spontaneity (Part 9)

Summary: On a whim, Bucky declares you to be his girlfriend to his grandma and mother. They’re eager to meet you and he asks you to pretend to be with him for just one dinner with his family. But is that really all?

Word Count: 816

Warnings: None.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

A/N: INBOX IS HERE. I apologize.

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark


Steve looked up from his laptop screen as Peggy came striding into the room, clad in only his dress shirt. He obviously ogled her and smiled when his eyes reached her toes and she wiggled them, toenails painted a vivid red.

“What are you doing?” she asked him, sitting down next to Steve and cuddling up to his side.

Steve gave a tiny shrug. “Enjoying our day off.”

Peggy scoffed. “By catching up on the latest gossip?”

“Hey, Facebook is quite the gossiper. I’ve found out remarkable things on this.”

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The Transfer

The Transfer (m)

Word count: 9.4k

Genre/Warnings: language, angst, smut, dirty talk

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Summary: You’re a sophomore in college who always runs away from relationships. That is until you meets Jung Hoseok, the South Korean transfer who shows you what a relationship can be. Although you know it’s wrong since he’s your best friends Jimin’s new roommate.

(Again this is my old story from my Wattpad (5sos version on there) but I wanted a Hoseok story and to finish this one.) Plus I was listening to Selena Gomez’s song, Bad Liar and yeah.

Parts: two


“Kook?” you yelled threw the apartment. You waited until he answered, “Yes Puddin’?” He yelled back.

“Do you need me to wash any clothes for you? I have a little more room in the washer!”

“Yes, one second!” You heard him shuffle in his room grabbing his hamper. He walked through the den and kitchen to the laundry room. “Thank you, Puddin’.”

“You know Jimin called me Puddin’ the other day,” you said taking his clothes out and sticking them into the washing machine.

“That’s my nickname for you!” He pouted, leaning against the door frame.

It was true, ever since sixth grade. You never wanted anyone to call you by your name for some reason. You thought it might have been some teen rebellion thing. So when you came to school one day with a Harley Quinn shirt on Jungkook took that as the chance to call you puddin’ and it just stuck. You two had been best friends since and now you were in college together. It was your sophomore year at the University and you loved it. Your parents had also found the two of you an apartment close to the school, so you could “stick together,” as your parents called it. They always thought you two would end up together but you two were too close for that. You loved Jungkook but you could never be in love with him.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write about lance (from voltron) getting angry? like snaping, because I feel like we haven't seen lance truly angry yet, all the times we have seen him mad, but it seemed more agitated to me, and so I would love it if you wrote about lance snapping, just him being so sick of everything and someone makes a bad comment at the wrong time and he just snaps and he is terrifying, please? (p.s can it be super angst?)

Sorry if this is quite what you wanted, but here you go anon!

I image Lance as someone who would let himself get beat up but would kick someone’s ass if they dared to touch his friend, as well as being quietly intimidating since he often is loud and the contrast shows how serious he’s being.

Warning for some light swearing!

Lance made his way towards the kitchen, he was up a bit earlier than usual, though not overly so. He had gotten enough scoldings from Allura to know he needed to get his shit together. He often feels like he’s holding back the team and he is willing to make double the effort to become useful.

As he approached the entrance to the kitchen, he heard the muffled sounds of his teammates talking. Hoping Hunk was working his magic and preparing something other than the bland food goo, he sped up a tad. His fantasies of Hunk’s cooking ended abruptly when he got close enough to clearly make out what one of the voices was saying

“-know he’s trying, but he has to step it up! He’s lagging behind all of us.” He heard Shiro say

Lance stopped in his tracks. Shiro, Lance’s hero, just openly spoke about some of Lance’s biggest insecurities.

He spun around to go back to his room, however, dozens of cheesy soap operas and cliché scenes of drama being started from someone misinterpreting, mishearing, or misunderstanding made him stay.

He pressed his back against the wall, and he slid down it until he was sitting. He was a couple feet away from the doorway so while he could make out what his team was saying, he still had time to react and get up if he heard footsteps.

“I say we make him train more,” was Keith’s less than helpful input in lance’s opinion. He has trained a lot on his own, but he just wasn’t improving fast enough.

“Guys, Lance tries really hard, lay off a little,” Lance appreciated Hunk’s support and confidence in him, though it didn’t make Shiro and Keith’s comments sting any less

“Hunk, we know you’re the closest to Lance, but doesn’t that make your opinion a little more biased?”

“Lance isn’t at the same level as us, and he needs to get there.”

Hunk desperately tried to defend him but Lance knew it was a lost cause at this point, the more he listened to, the more he got frustrated. He contemplated getting up and leaving to calm himself down in his room now that he knew this wasn’t a misinterpretation; he was the subject of the conversation, more specifically, his inadequacy.

“Shouldn’t you get back to cooking or something? Shiro and I were discussing this and you kind of butted in,” Lance snapped to attention at that comment, did Keith seriously just say that?

Before Lance even processed what he was doing, he stormed into the kitchen, walked up into Keith’s startled face, his own looking furious, “What the hell did you just say?” his tone was even in a terrifying way

Keith seemed to understand it was a rhetorical question, Shiro seemed unnerved by Lance’s uncharacteristically serious tone.

“Lance, it was nothing-”

“That’s bull, Hunk, and you know it. That was entirely uncalled for.” Lance turned back towards the other two presences in the room, “Listen and listen well. If you even breathe another word that belittles, demeans, puts down, or even suggests Hunk did anything wrong when he hasn’t done a damn thing, then you’d better hope and pray I am as far behind in training as you suggest I am.” His tone was chilling, his eyes locked onto Keith’s, his icy glare effectively putting out the fire in Keith’s.

Keith soon snapped out of it and seemed to contemplate something before speaking, “So are you saying that if we insult Hunk you’ll be more motivated to train harder?” that was the wrong thing to say.

The ice in Lance’s gaze melted, being replaced with a fire that could burn anyone it was directed at, “If you dare to suggest what I think you are, my position on the team will not be your main concern.” his voice had started low, rising with every word, “Are we clear?” his words were short and tight, intimidating everyone in the room.

Nods from both Shiro and Keith were enough for Lance, he wasn’t going to let it go right away but he knew they understood.

“Alright, good,” Lance questioned if he should address what had spurred Hunk being dismissed and decided he would if only a little.

Lance locked eyes with Keith “What you say cuts deep,” he glanced at Shiro “Both of you. I looked up to you both, but I can take it. I know my faults, I know where I need improvement, and Hunk’s right, I do try…”

Lance’s voice had gotten soft as it trailed off, his eye’s having found themselves trained on the floor directly in front of his feet, he could feel the pitying gaze of the other three “All you are doing is vocalizing thoughts I’ve had a thousand times over,” Lance shook himself out of it and looked up again, Shiro and Keith stood in front of him ”but what I can’t take is you putting down my best friend when he has done nothing wrong.”

Lance had just about burned out, getting angry was exhausting. He was done with being frustrated for today, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, initially heading back to his room before opting to go to the only place he knew he couldn’t be disturbed. Blue.

A Lesson in Love (Emergency)

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: 3,048

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@avengerstories - thank you, as always, for editing this for me.

Originally posted by charlestonchewbacca

The thought of what it must feel like to be an astronaut has crossed your mind on countless occasions, thanks to the astronomy class you’re currently taking. How does it feel to be that detached from the place you call home? To see the earth floating in the never-ending expanse that is space? To know that there’s a whole world of people residing on that large green and blue planet, but having no way to reach out to them?

Unexpected circumstances have transformed you into the astronaut that you never thought you’d have the chance to be. The news that Bucky is in the hospital, his condition unknown, has acted like a spaceship, catapulting you out of the atmosphere. It’s left you hurdling through space, unable to reach out to anyone, no matter how hard you try. T’Challa and Sam are calling out to you, but you can’t hear them. They’re far away, too far away, waiting on earth while you continue your journey. One without any gravity to keep you from floating away.

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Days on end

‘How do you feel about the violin?’

John lifted his head, turning his attention from the depths of a packing crate. God, he was tired. They’d been at this for hours and the flat still looked half-exploded. ‘I’m sorry, what?’

His eyes finally refocused to find Sherlock standing by the window, looking out at the familiar sliver of London. As unruffled as ever, and what kind of bastard does home restoration while wearing a tailored shirt? Had he even been helping? John rubbed his forehead and felt like he had grit embedded in his soul.

What had Sherlock said again?

‘I play the violin when I’m thinking,’ Sherlock said, still watching the street. Musing.

Yeah, OK. A remarkably obvious comment. Was this one of those conversations Sherlock had without bothering to open his mouth? Or had John been so engrossed in rooting through back issues of the BMJ _ and Christ, was that old copy of Hustler actually his? _ that he simply hadn’t noticed him speaking?

Or was it something more? John had trotted somewhat cluelessly after Sherlock at even the best of times, but he was embarrassed to admit that recently he felt more out of touch with his best friend than ever before. A lot had happened, even for their admirably high level of functionally insane. Quite uncomfortable things. And of course he didn’t live at 221B anymore.

Maybe that instant, unworldly bond they once formed had finally snapped. And really, hadn’t it been extraordinary, that bond? John idly scrubbed the dust from his knuckles and remembered that day …

… and then he remembered.

Now he looked at Sherlock more carefully, as if the man was no longer standing across a disheveled room but on the brink of another time. Sherlock, still gazing out the window. Waiting.

John cleared his throat, deliberate. Again: ‘I’m sorry, what?’

And there, the tiniest curl of a smile.

‘I play the violin when I’m thinking,’ Sherlock said. ‘Sometimes I don’t talk for days on end.’

He turned to look at John, settled in the shadows, elbows-deep in the past. Still that air of drama. But John saw the haughty, untouchable cool of that first day missing.

Sherlock looked almost unsure. Just something there, at the edges of his eyes. With a twist of self-loathing, John thought: I put that there.

And then: Please let me fix this. Right fucking now.

With a silent cry of protest from his knees, John stood and paused, pretending to consider.

‘I’m a terrible typist,’ he said.

Sherlock cocked his head, assessing. ‘I’ve been known to keep internal organs in the crisper,’ he replied.

'I sometimes have nightmares.’

'I have cigarettes stashed around the flat.’

'I … I have problems with my temper,’ John said, looking down, fists curling at his sides. 'I am so sorry. Sherlock …’

'I often interrupt and find apologies tedious. Also, I am a master of baritsu and will not hesitate to demonstrate it in the future.’

That tight half-smile. A sigh. Something in the room lightened by a degree. Then John looked serious again.

'I have a daughter,’ he said. 'Honestly, Sherlock, would that bother you?’

'I love her,’ Sherlock said softly. 'Please, do keep up.’

John exhaled. And just like that, it seemed a decision had been made.

They really did know the worst about each other, John thought, looking around at the boxes and skulls and wondering how their lives could possibly fit in more. He glanced up to catch Sherlock doing that annoying mind-reading bit, miles ahead of him as usual, grinning.

Flatmates? Yeah. They had potential.

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Little Dove

Summary: The one where Bucky can’t stop smiling.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1005

A/N: a dad!bucky fic for my beloved blade, to make up for all the angst I’ve written; hope y’all enjoyyyy!

Originally posted by archieaddict

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Angel in the Darkness (M) pt.3

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

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

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

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

Word Count: 5,997

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I can’t believe I’m doing this again, you think to yourself. You close your eyes, and listen to the engine of the crowded bus, as you were currently on your way to pay mister ‘Kookie’ a visit. You start to slowly replay the scenes of Jin yelling at you, to desperately go back and meet the prostitute…

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