her names snort in my phone

Cute Bus Stop Guy

Sterek, Teen, 2K words, Meet Cute AU

Stiles groaned and took a very long swig from his travel coffee mug as he hitched his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder. It was barely eight in the morning, and consequently, he could barely keep his eyes open. He was a grad student for fuck’s sake, and it was understood that in order to make up for the shitty stipend and the whole working-around-the-clock thing, he got to sleep in until 10. At least. After all, if he was up until 3 working, it was only fair. But noooo, his advisor—fuck you, Finstock—had insisted on an early meeting today.

He passed the bus stop and realized that at least he was lucky in that he lived close enough to campus that he could walk instead of dealing with public transportation at rush hour. Small condolences, really, though.

He yawned and accidentally bumped into someone walking past him. Stiles tried to apologize, but the word got stuck in his throat when he opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the person he’d nearly knocked over. He was about Stiles’ height but bigger, all broad shoulders and muscles capped off by really great hair and an unfairly attractive face. “Uh.”

The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that.

He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

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Drug Wars (Pt. 1)

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

“She’s a babygirl Yoongi, and I think I’m in love with her.”

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs, graphic descriptions of everything, so please don’t read if you’re easily triggered. 

A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. There are mistakes, I’ll reread it later. Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 | The Real Drug War

It’s the last class of the day and you can’t wait for it to end. Your head hurts from the pale lights, the stuffy, unventilated room is making you sick and you just want to go outside and inhale the cold air.

Finally you get up from your seat and storm out of the room in the middle of the lecture. For once, the building wasn’t filled with students and you could clearly hear the tapping sounds of your shoes as you quickly rushed down the stairs.

You could feel little bits of fresh air coming in your direction as you neared the already open front door.
The first thing you lay your eyes on when you exit the building is the black G-Class Mercedes-Benz and instantly, you can feel your stomach twisting – you’re excited, but there is fear in your body and you can’t explain why. 

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Reader x Father!Klaus

Requested by Anon

Part One   Part Two

“What’re you wearing?” Klaus snapped as he walked past your room, no doubt on his way to teach Hope a new hybrid lesson.


“Clothing, it’s been around since before you were born so you know…” You sighed back and turned to face him.


“You cannot go outside like that (Y/N).” Klaus snapped and you just rolled your eyes, flicking through your phone while he seemed to boil with irritation that you’d ignored him.


“Whatever you say Niklaus.” You sighed which only made things worse.


“What have I told you about called me Niklaus?” Klaus sighed out although it was through gritted teeth.


“That only your friends and loved ones can call you Niklaus, clearly were not friends and I’m not loved.” You quirked an eyebrow and became engrossed in your phone again and flopped down onto your bed.


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Typical (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Summary: Typical fuckboy Park Jimin, with the dangerously black hair tucked into his hat, the khaki tight joggers that he purposely wears to show off his length, and the countless black and white long sleeves he owns, has a mind as dirty as his pair of white Vans can get. Yet he’s exceptional in one thing: academics.

Genre: tutor!jimin, fuckboy!jimin, college!jimin, soft smut

Warning: blowjob, handjob, (a bit of) cumplay

Word Count: 6.2k

A/N: This is short and something I wrote on an impulse  (edit: 10/15: i had my friend help me write the smut part because oh my frickin god i am terrible at smut)

Jimin’s often known for lingering for a little bit after his evening classes to flirt with a voluptuous girl; his type. He’ll usually wait for her to pack up her things while tossing him signs with carnal glances. The fuckboy doesn’t even need signals to know what she wants because he already knows that they both want the same thing.

It doesn’t take long for Jimin to catch up to his type, walking her back to her dorm. Jimin usually gets invited in and sneaks out at one in the morning. One in the morning is his time to catch up on his homework that he didn’t do until the sun rises. Once the sun rises, he’s knocked out till noon.

Here comes a time when Jimin needs to start earning money to pay for his college tuition because his younger brother of two years is entering college next semester. His parents can’t possibly afford paying for two wild sons, so Jimin has no choice but to look for a job on campus.

And he finds one that he’s good at: tutoring.

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Paging Dr. Scully, chp 2

Somehow a little drabble written as a response to an ask sent to @wtfmulder is turning into a fluffy alternate universe. I’ll update as inspiration strikes, but it’ll be set alongside events of season 1, to start.

Paging Dr. Scully, chp 1

Paging Dr. Scully, chp 2

“C’mon Dana, your turn. Hook up with any eligible surgeons lately?” Gina nudges her shoulder with just a little too much force, consequence of that second margarita, no doubt.

“And don’t give us any of that ‘I’m too busy’ bullshit either,” Kim chimes in, leaning across the high top table eagerly. “A girl’s gotta live a little!”

Scully sighs and pushes a strand of hair behind her ear as she sips from her own second margarita which has made her slightly warm and talkative. She hasn’t seen all these girls together since undergrad, but Liz is getting married next month. This feels like a last hurrah despite the fact that the real last hurrah probably already happened years ago.

“Well,” Scully begins, taking another swig and wishing that her drink were a little stronger, “I’m supposed to have a date tomorrow night.”

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Please hang up and try again


Clarke is mildly annoyed to see her phone light up with the hospital’s number, buzzing incessantly against the couch. She hates getting called in when she’s actually on-call. Getting called in on her day off, when she’s already eight episodes deep into a Prison Break binge, is even worse.

She’s pretty sure Maya is on shift tonight, and since Maya is the kind of friend Clarke can threaten with bodily harm without any love lost between them, she swipes to answer and sighs, “Whatever huge emergency I’m getting called in on my day off to deal with, it better be able to wait because I’m in my pajamas and there are hardly any trains running at this time of night.”

There’s an unexpected pause on the line.


“Yeah, did you not mean to call me?” She asks hopefully. “Does this mean I don’t have to come in?”

“No, uh–” Maya stutters. “I mean– We don’t need you here but… you might still want to come in? There’s a patient in the ER who gave us your number for his emergency contact.”

Clarke frowns. “Who is it?”

“I can’t really understand him, he’s slurring pretty bad,” says Maya, sounding as exasperated as Clarke has ever heard her. “It sounds like he’s saying his name is Baloney but I’m honestly just not willing to accept that. Even with the way people name their kids these days.”

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Love Bites

“Uh, Ignis?” Prompto sauntered over to his friend, eyeing him curiously as Ignis adjusted the fit of his jacket, pulling at the lapels so it laid flat against his chest.

“Yes, Prompto?”

“I don’t mean to be that guy,” he snickered, reaching up and poking at the small, reddened bruises that marked up Ignis’ neck. “But what are those?”

Ignis tilted his head as if he was oblivious, doing his best to suppress the blush that threatened to wash over his features. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Leave him alone, Prompto,” Gladio smirked, clapping his giant hand on the back of the blond’s shoulder. “It’s just proof that Iggy had a good time before he came back to HQ.”

“Ah,” Ignis idly adjusted his darkened spectacles so they rose higher on the bridge of his nose. “I suppose Raine may have gotten carried away before my departure. She was rather…ravenous in her goodbyes.”

Prompto couldn’t help but snicker behind his hand, unable to hold in his laughter. “Oh, man. It looks like you went up against a behemoth and lost.”

Gladio shot him a glare. “Prompto.”

“What?” Prompto asked in jest, elbowing Ignis slightly on his arm. “I’m just saying, you and Raine are just like teenagers. Do those also fall under your rule of ‘If I don’t see it, it isn’t there’?”

“Actually,” Ignis snapped, tired of the indignation. “Raine and I are a happily married couple with a toddler son who is almost at your reading level. And, might I add, if you care so much about my physical wellbeing, you are more than welcome to examine the marks that my wife left behind that are currently hidden by my Crownsguard uniform. Or are we quite done here?”

Prompto gulped, taken aback by the sudden change in Ignis’ voice. He knew finality when he heard it. “Yeah,” he replied, his hands up even though Ignis couldn’t see, his voice light and passive. “We’re done.”

“Good,” Ignis replied with a clipped done before turning on his heel and strutting off, pulling his phone from his pocket. He spoke into the voice command, silently cursing the fact that Raine had locked her contact name as Snugglebunnykins, and waited as it rang.


“Hello, my love,” Ignis greeted, sounding just slightly rushed. “May I ask, when we were intimate just before I left for HQ, were you aware of how…enthusiastic you were with the love bites you bestowed upon my neck?”

Raine let out a laugh, one that started with a snort, and had to physically coach herself down so that she could speak properly again. “Oh, yeah. They’re dark.”

Ignis groaned into the phone.

“Hey,” she teased, her tone turning sultry in a way that shot blood straight to Ignis’ groin. “Next time you’re back, I’ll let you mark me up, huh? Then we can call it even.”

“My love,” Ignis sighed, unable to stay upset at her for long, especially over something like this. “You don’t play fair.”

“The other boys are just jealous,” Raine replied, and he could see her shrugging in his mind’s eye. “If they think the ones on your neck are bad, they should see the ones I left on your inner thighs––”

“Alright, my love, I have to be off,” Ignis replied hurriedly, the blush coming on in full force. “I’ll return home to you soon.”

“You’d better,” she purred. “Can’t wait for you to come back and teach me a lesson.”

Ignis swiftly said his goodbyes and hung up the phone before beelining in the direction of the showers. Having to face his friends with the love bites Raine had left behind was one thing––he was not about to face them with an erection tenting his pants as well.

Dismissal chapter 1. Smoke and gold. (1)

First chapter of the Dismissal series written in collaboration with @sootemptation and @oh-beyond. This is also the first chapter of Smoke and gold, which will be Yixing’s part inside the Dismissal series. Enjoy!

Fandom: EXO

Genre: CEO!AU

Type: Slight angst. Future smut.

Member: Zhang Yixing (Lay)

Warnings: None

Word count: 3,409

Dismissal part 1 | part 2 | part 3 |

Smoke and gold part 1 |

Traffic in Seoul during a weekday and at 5 o’clock in the afternoon was a real life nightmare. You’d been stuck in the same spot of one of the streets of the Hannam neighbourhood for the past twenty minutes and you could feel this was going to take long. You could also feel your boss getting impatient in the back seat of the elegant black Audi. Whenever he moved, trying to get comfortable, the leather car seats would creak under his weight. The sounds were getting on your nerves and the delay was getting on his.

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You don’t own me part 7

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Excerpt: “I guess so. Baekhyun is not really the type who lies to people.”

“Is that so?! Why had he lied to me then?!”, you had a real hard time keeping your voice down.

“Did he? Or is it something you told yourself because it is easier to accuse him of lying then facing the truth?”

Word count: 3147 // I hope you are satisfied because I am 😁

Warnings: Violence, Angst and stuff 😋

Author’s note: My lovelies I surpassed 300 followers! Within a month or so! I can’t believe it that so many people like my content! I think I have grown as a writer and it’s something really precious to me! So thank you for the support and please enjoy this part ♥

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VLD Rare Pair Week: Day 4 (Kidge)

(I’ll post days 1 and 2 later)

Day 4: Hello/Goodbye

Katie Holt was up, as her father used to primly say, shit creek.

(pardon her language, but her predicament benefited from it, if nothing else)

It was around two a.m. and she just stumbled through a strange dorm hallway, the slightest bit tipsy (courtesy of the wine coolers at the Kappa Alpha Princeton chapter’s party that was thrown on a Friday for, actually, no real reason other than “free booze, bitches!”).

Searching the hallway, she groaned, and knocked on a door.

There was no answer.

“Lura?” She called. “Lura, you here?”

She went down the hall, knocking on several doors, with no response.

She finally got to the last door of the hall, and banged on it a bit harder than the others.

“Anyone home?” She said loudly. “Allura?”

There was no answer, and she groaned, sliding down to lean on the hard wood. She pulled out her phone, and scrolled through her contacts. Pressing down on her friend’s number, she lifted it to her ear. “Hello?” She said, tiredly. “Anyone ho-,”

Suddenly, the door behind her swung open, and she found herself lying on her back, looking up into the violet eyes of a stranger.

“Hello? Can I help you?” The guy said. The way he said it made her think he’d said it multiple times, and she shook herself out of her daze.

She scrambled up. “Um-sorry! Hi! Uh….hi.”

“Do you need something?” He asked, confused.

“Oh! Yeah! Um…my roommate’s missing. We were at the Kappa Alpha party with some friends, but she….disappeared? Someone said she came into this building. And I…um…need to find her.”

The guy nodded. “What does she look like?”

Katie jumped a bit. “Oh!” She swallowed. “Right! Yeah. Um-,” She scrolled through the photos on her phone, settling on one of her and Allura on a former spring break, in front of some waterfall. “Long, silvery-dyed hair? Pink shirt and jeans, and…um….white high-tops. I think. Name’s Allura.”

He shook his head. “Sorry, haven’t seen her.”

Katie bit her lip. “Oh. Okay. Thanks anyway.” She turned away, trying to decide if she should curl up in a ball in the nearby janitorial closet or continue searching.

“Wait!” She heard the guy say. She turned back around to see him tying his shoes and shrugging on a jacket. “If any of my friends were lost, I’d probably want help.”

She flushed. “Oh no, you don’t need to-,”

He waved her off, and jammed a beanie on his head. “Besides, I’d never forgive myself if her picture turned up on the paper.”

Katie blanched, and the guy cringed. “Sorry. Dark humor.”

She shook her head. “It’s fine. I got enough of that every Friday night when we rewatched Harold and Maude.”

The guy’s eyes grew wide. “Seriously? That was what we watched every Saturday back at home!”

She drew her eyebrows close together. “Really?”

He nodded. “Believe me, a twelve year-old did not need to see some of the stuff in that movie.”

Katie snorted. “Tell that to ten year-old me. I was scarred aplenty. All I wanted to do was to watch Bigfoot documentaries with my Barbie dolls.”

A tiny grin appeared on his face. “Ah, so ten year-old-,” He stopped.

“Katie.” She said quickly. “Katie Holt, but everyone calls me Pidge.”

“Pidge?” He asked, seemingly amused.

“An altercation with a pigeon as a toddler.” She admitted, cheeks burning. “And what’s your name, kind sir?” She said, bowing dramatically. “Allura will want to know what gentleman dragged her out from some Starbucks at-,” She checked her phone. “Two fifteen.”

The guy rubbed his neck. “Keith. Keith Kogane. Double major, history and math.”

Katie nodded. “Nice. Computer science.” She shuffled her feet. “Um. Should we-,” She motioned toward the hallway.

He nodded. “Yeah. Sorry for taking so long.”

Katie shook her head quickly. “Oh, no, it’s okay! I’ve never met anyone who was also forced to watch dark comedies by their family. It’s nice to know I’m not alone.”

Keith laughed. “So. Where should we start?”


It was about five a.m. and both Katie and Keith were sitting on the curb outside his dorm.

“Can you trace her cellphone?” Keith asked. They had been throwing out ideas to find her for about thirty minutes.

“Well.” Katie began. “Actually-,” She stopped. “Why did I not think of that?”

“Well, can you?” Keith asked.

Pidge nodded, fingers flying across her phone screen. “Don’t ask how, because I’m pretty sure it would piss off some law enforcement, but-,” She held up her screen. “I am a genius.”

Keith rolled his eyes and grabbed the phone. “Wait a second. It says she’s in this building.”

Pidge grabbed it back. “What?”

“Yeah. She’s right….,” Keith scanned the screen. “There!”

Pidge scrambled up. “Come on, come on!” She said hurriedly.

They rushed into the building, skidded across the floor, and raced up the two flights of stairs.

“I think-,” Katie gasped for breath, “It says she’s on the third floor!”

Keith reached the landing first, and looked down at her. “What room?”

“Um-,” Pidge checked the screen. “I think eighteen!”

Keith frowned. “Eighteen? Wait a sec-,” But Pidge was already at the door and banging on it.

“Allura!” She yelled. “Allura?”

The door cracked open and Pidge tripped and fell inside. “Ouch!”

Keith raced after her, and found himself face to face with whom he presumed to be Allura.

“Pidge?” The girl said incredulously. “What are you-,”

Pidge threw herself in her friend’s arms. “Oh, Lura!” She said, trying to fight back tears. “I thought I was gonna find you in the bottom of some ditch!”

Allura cautiously hugged her back. “Is she okay?” She mouthed to Keith, who shrugged.

“We’ve both been going off a caramel latte we got at three.” He confessed.

“Allura? You okay?” Someone called, and Keith laughed.

“I should’ve known!” He pushed past the girls, and nodded. “Shiro? This is who you snuck off to meet?”

The guy sitting on the couch inside the room did a double take. “Keith?”

“Yeah. Ditched me for….,” Keith trailed off and peered at the screen. “Overwatch. You’ve got to be kidding me.”

The guy (Shiro, Katie reminded herself) flushed. “I-,”

Keith waved him off. “Just-stay safe kids.” He winked at Shiro, and Katie snorted at Allura’s red face.

“Let’s go, Keith!” She said. “Have fun!” She said to Allura, and then dragged Keith out of the apartment.

The door closed and they stood in silence for a bit.

“Well.” Keith said.

“Well.” She replied.

“I guess this is…goodbye.” He said quietly.

She bit her lip. “Yeah.”

“Well,” He started.

“Thanks again.” Katie said, startling herself when she gave him a hug. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”

He froze, but then gently hugged her back.

They stood there for a while, but then Katie pulled away. “I should…probably go. Rover’s waiting for me.”

“Rover?” Keith said, with a raised eyebrow.

“My dog.” She clarified.





And then Keith turned away, and started to move toward the stairs.

Suddenly, he felt a pair of lips on his cheek, and a piece of paper stuck in his hand.

“Bye.” Katie whispered, and then she was gone.

Keith stood frozen on the top of the stairs for a moment.

Looking down, he saw the following words in an untidy scrawl:

we make a good team ;)

And then a sequence of numbers and dashes.

(Keith would solemnly deny it, but Shiro and Allura would both give witness to the fact that he might have squealed and did a little happy dance)


Hope you enjoyed! (Not beta-read; also, not an accurate portrayal of the Kappa Alpha Princeton chapter, no offense intended) @vldrarepairweek

Slice of Pie - HaughtBreaker - Wynonna Earp (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

This is for @jaybear1701​ who prompted this fic to me. Just a short one shot of some young wayhaught

Originally posted by haughtwavers

“There is no way…” Thin and mousy haired, one teen nudge his friend, setting off a chain of nudges in the packed booth. “You ask her.” He had the beginnings of a mustache that only teenagers thought were fashionable and he spoke with a slight southern drawl.

His closest friend, the captain of the football team scoffed. “She’s hot… but have you seen her sister?” He shook his head, scrubbing his hand through his short cropped black hair.

“Sounds like a whole lot of excuses, if you ask me.” Mousy hair nudged him again, sending him even harder down the line of bodies.

“Hey!” Nicole shoved back just forcefully enough to appear upset when she hadn’t minded at all. Just aggressive enough to not appear weak, to keep her sacred bubble of safety and respect.

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Bancroft - 2

“You don’t recognize me do you?” His cheeks still lift as though trying to escape his stupid face.

I stick my tongue between my teeth and chew on it slightly.

“Why do you hate me?” He asks.

I grab the sweaty drink he purchased for me and take two big gulps, as though trying to prove a point. “Because…you interrupted us. And you just expected me to drop everything and come talk to you like whatever I was doing before you came into my life wasn’t meaningful.”

His grin holds, framing his tongue as he subconsciously touches it the tips of his teeth. This would-be-sexy mannerism only makes my eyes roll.

“Besides.” I pull out my index finger and point at him. “You said you liked me. You have NO reason for liking me. We have said zero words. So, why say it? And I swear if you drop some douche comment like ‘you’re not like other girls’ I will pour this five-dollar-drink on your overgrown head.”

He closes his mouth around the lip of his drink and takes another sip.

“Well…?” I tap my glass. At least that crooked smile is gone.

He sets the drink back on counter and tilts his head. “I don’t disagree with you.”

“What?” I feel my mouth gaping.

“Do you know what I’ve noticed?” He asks.

“I’m not sure that I care what you’ve noticed.”

He curls his lips. “You’ve come in here three times this week…”

“I see you’re going to tell me anyway.” I interrupt him, shoving my tongue farther into my cheek.

“All three times,” he continues, “with that tall, blonde girl.”

Is this creep for real?

“All three times, you’ve driven her. I know, because I’ve seen you shoving the keys in your pocket as you enter, and I watch you go out to refill the meter. She offers, but you don’t let her - while you are gone, she pulls up a boy’s social media on her computer, and when she knows you aren’t looking, her face shows indescribable pain, but I don’t think it is from the break up. I think there is something else going on. Something she hasn’t even told you. Still, I’ve never seen two people laugh more than you two when you are together.” He pauses slightly as though considering, then adds, “But she doesn’t have any idea who you are.”

In the moments that follow his long and utterly creepy monologue, I am not sure which moves first - my fists or my feet - but somehow my feet move my fists far enough away that their punches land in dead air, and I’m left looking like a flailing monkey tripping over bar stools. Of course, I am so indecisive even my body can’t decide between fight and flight responses. Well this is great; what happened to my 10 years of martial arts? To my frustration, he just laughs with genuine amusement at my struggle.

“You.” I try to point but end up just motioning at him with my still-balled fist. “You are…a stalker.”

He calmly finishes his drink and slips his pristinely pressed jacket on over that stark white shirt. He stands and walks towards me. I don’t know when it happened, but my hand has balled a fist around the keys in my pocket. I imagine shoving one of them into his eye socket as I hold my ground, staring him directly in his overconfident brown eyes.

“I’m not a stalker.” He leans in closely and whispers, “but I am not someone you should trust…Bancroft.”

The name “Bancroft” sends a shock through my body. No one has called me that in a decade.

“Victoria Bancroft.” He repeats so softly that I am not even sure he says it at all.

I fight every urge in my stupid body, which is trying to do the good ole “run and punch.” Instead, I try hard to look perplexed. “My name is Natalia Lee,” I say with all the sternness my pouty-puppy face can muster.

“My mistake,” He replies without missing a beat, giving a wink that matches that awful, grotesque, crooked smirk. He turns to walk away, but pauses as he reaches the end of the bar, glances over his shoulder, and adds, “watch out for that tall blonde. What I said about her is true; she doesn’t have any idea who you really are.”

He snorts slightly and I resist the urge to tackle him right here in the bar. He just threatened her, didn’t he?

I yank my phone from my pocket and punch her number in as quickly as my clumsy fingers will allow while he dissapears through the glass door. Her default photo shows on the screen. Ring. Ring. Ring. Come on…pick up the phone.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Come on. Come on.

But there is no answer.

Ice Ice Baby chapter 2: Ice Block

Summary: Juvia has started a journey that she’s always wanted. A journey to become a mother. But can she really do it by herself? What will she do when an unexpected blizzard changes everything?

Ice Ice Baby will post every Sunday

I’m so beyond happy with how much everyone liked this!! I hope you’ll like this chapter too!

WARNING: If I upset anyone in this chapter, I’m sorry. There will be a pun in this chapter only that may be inappropriate so I’m letting you know now. It’s all in good fun, I promise. (side note: It’s really not much of a pun since some people actually have this name so… I even know a few). This warning may be pointless but I’ll leave it anyway.

NOTE: Gray will be a little OOC for a few chapters. But this is an AU, so yeah, he’s not going to be his moody self. But that part will come, I’m already there in my writing so I promise. This won’t last long! – Also! In this universe, the song Ice Ice Baby does not exist.

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A week later Juvia had everything in place in Natsu and Lucy’s second bedroom. Thankfully, she didn’t have furniture of her own. And the room she was in was fully furnished for when Natsu’s brother visited.

Juvia giggled, the room was pink. She knew Zeref just loved that.

Juvia was sitting at the desk in a cushy white office chair. Her feet were bare and her freshly painted toes were curled in the soft white carpet. She was super comfortable in her navy sleep shirt with Eeyore on the front. Bora hated it, so she had slept in it every night since she left. She didn’t realize the relief that was off her shoulders now that she was “single”.

She hummed a nursery rhyme as she turned to a new page in her brand new diary. She was going to make it her pregnancy journal and write down everything! From how big the baby was (according to the book) to what made her sick that day.

The only downside to everything was her job. She was the head baker at “Sweet, Sassy, and Classy” bakery. The sweet aroma made her queasy.

The promotion she was waiting on would put her in the position as head decorator. She still had a few more weeks before she heard the final verdict.

A knock on the bedroom door ruined her little doodle of a nursery design.

“You awake, Juvia?” Lucy asked.

“Yes!” Juvia pushed the chair away from the desk and stood. She was slipping on her house slippers when her blonde house mate opened the door with a big smile.

“Morning. Natsu is making breakfast. Should be ready soon.”

“Alright,” one of the biggest shocks Juvia had was learning that Natsu cooked. Granted he was limited to breakfast and pasta, but he was actually really good.

“Oh, and I hope you don’t mind, but we’re having a guest for dinner.”

“Oh?” Lucy and Juvia walked down the hall to the living room, “who is it?”

“A friend of Natsu’s. They’ve been friends since they were born but he went to college up North and is finally moving back home,” Lucy plopped down onto the cushy love seat, “I’ve never met him.”

“Oh good,” Juvia sat more gracefully onto the couch, laughing, “Juvia will not be the only awkward one.”

Lucy snickered, “Hey, Natsu? What’s his name? You never told me.”

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Leading Suspects - Chapter 11

Prepare for some shenanigans… And also, for convenience:

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10.

Enjoy, @peetabreadgirl!

“Read it back to me!” I declare as I lean heavily on the fridge door and shift aside a casserole to reach the bottle of pinot that is my target. As it turns out, Starla Summers is rather generous and should chair the grief and welcoming committees in this town, seeing as how her contribution to the Madge-is-Grieving-We-Must-Feed-Her fund was ten bottles of wine. Cheap wine, but I’m trying not to judge, seeing as how I am suspected of murder and immaculate conception.

“Hot buns of steel!” Madge shouts from the table as her forearms slide forward across the surface.

“Wrong list!” I protest and fall into my seat. I squint at the bottle trying to focus on removing the cork.

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Whipped Soldier *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Originally posted by wintersouljaa

Requested by Anon: Please do a really fluffy story where Bucky gets back from hanging out with Steve to find the reader asleep on the floor under many blankets as she fell asleep on the sofa and rolled off in her sleep. When Bucky wakes her up she complains about her period and Bucky gives her his secret stash of chocolate.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, and Bucky
Admins Note: I know I write a lot of Bucky stuff, especially lately, but honestly we get requested a lot of him and I get inspired for Bucky a lot. I do have a few more Bucky stuff but I am writing other characters to even it out. Just so it’s not Bucky after Bucky. – Ro

Bucky chuckled at some joke Steve had just said, Sam and Scott joining in his chuckles, all sipping beers as they sat around the tower lounging; Clint and Pietro playing some console game against one another, Tony and Bruce had retreated to the lab a few hours ago, it was nice to just relax with the men of the team and really unwind; it felt like a while he had done this. 

Bucky sipped his beer, leaning back and watching as Clint failed to pass Pietro on the next lap, he glanced at his watch and snapped his head up when Sam snickered at Bucky, he frowned at his friend.

“Got a bedtime, Barnes?” he asked the other men laughed, he flipped him off with his metal hand, Sam held his hands up in defence and went back to talking to Steve. He didn’t want to leave, well, he did because he wanted to be with you but at the same time he wanted to stay with his friends; he’d see them tomorrow anyway but it would be for work. He was itching to leave, his legs shook with anticipation, and Sam rolled his eyes at his friend. 

“Okay, Whipped Soldier, leave already” He chuckled, Scott and Pietro snorted with laughter at Sam’s new insult to Bucky, Bucky rolled his eyes and chugged the last of his beer down before putting the bottle on the table and shrugging jacket back on, running a hand through his freshly cut hair.

“I don’t care for the name, boys” he smiled “I’m going home to a beautiful girlfriend, who no doubt is missing me, and you’ll be going home to who?” he asked, all the men are silent, he grins “I may not even come in tomorrow, I may be too tired, but as you said… whipped, right?” he asked cockily, Steve chuckled at his best friend, standing up hugging him slightly before heading to the kitchen to get another beer for himself and the remaining friends. 

Bucky chuckled as he walked to the elevator, Sam grumbled something under his breath but waved at Bucky anyway, who was still chuckling at himself. He got onto his bike, revving the engine and driving through New York to get home to you, not exactly knowing what he’d be walking into when he got there.

He opened the front door to the apartment, TV turned on low but showing some reality TV show you liked, it’s oddly quiet and Bucky walks into the apartment not bothering to take off his jacket; he frowns when he doesn’t see you on the sofa, normally you are on the sofa waiting for him to come home, he peeked slightly over the blue furniture and chuckled softly. He pulled his jacket off, black tee and jeans, he pulls off his shoes and climbs over the back of the sofa and lies down on his belly. 

You’re lying on the floor, wrapped in at least two blankets and on your stomach, (H/C) hair all over the place and he wished he was there to watch roll off the sofa; you often nap around the apartment but this was hilarious.

 Bucky extended a hand and ran his fingers softly up your spine over your blue tank top, you visibly shivered and began to wake up, the cramps returning but you groan as you wake up.

Bucky continues to rub your back, you turn around so he is soothing your stomach instead, and Bucky could sense something was off with you by the way you grimaced, he frowned down at you and you sat up levelling your face with your boyfriends, pouting as you looked at him.

“Mother nature hates me” you complain and he nodded “it hurts so much, Bucky, I don’t want to be female anymore” you cry lightly, he sits up on his knees picking you up and pulling you on the sofa and grabbing one of the fluffy blankets, wrapping it around your shoulders with a small smile. 

Kissing your forehead, you smile at him “how are the guys?” you asked, he shrugged “talk and take my mind off the pain” you fall forward, resting your forehead on his chest; he chuckled and patted your messy hair.

“Pietro beat Clint at some racing game on the PlayStation” you nodded “myself and Steve are planning a trip on our bikes, Scott wanted to come but Cassie will be with him, so Clint and Sam may tag along” he tells you and you nod “unfortunately you can’t come, I did try” you giggled and looked up at Bucky, he always wanted you to tag along, even to ‘Guy Nights’, you have to remind him it’s okay to do things alone. 

He leant down and kissed you softly, pulling away he noticed you weren’t feeling too great still, he pushed you off him and got up, you followed him with your eyes as he walked to the kitchen and watched as he opened a cupboard and shifted stuff around.

He came back, sitting down beside you, you scooted closer to his side and looked at his lap; various chocolates and sweets were on him, you looked up at him with raised eyebrows and saw he looked guilty, almost ashamed and you chuckled at him.

“I have a problem” he muttered “there’s more, I have various hiding spots, I never told you because… it’s probably an addiction; you now know a hiding spot, it’s now your spot, I’ll put chocolate there whenever it’s that time of the month” he said quietly, you leaned up and kissed his stubbly jaw and grabbed a Hershey’s bar, opening the packet and draping the blanket over Bucky too as he placed all the candy on the table. 

He watched as you slowly munched on the chocolate treat, you offered him a piece, he shakes his head; knowing full well that you didn’t want him to have a piece but too kind to admit it.

“Do you think I’m whipped?” Bucky asked suddenly, he literally just gave up some of his chocolate for you, an entire hiding place and admitted there are more around this place; you looked up at him and he looked down at you, you shrugged at him as he rubbed soft circles into your tummy as you were practically on his lap, he snorted and shrugged also as his phone chimed. 

A text from Sam asking if he wanted to go out for drinks later, he muttered the text out loud and you made a sound of disapproval.

Drinks tonight 7pm, Tony is paying, let’s get our drink on! No GF – Funky Falcon

Can’t, (Y/N) is… currently being visited by Mother Nature, I don’t want to leave her alone. Rain check for next week?  – Buckaroo

I’m changing your name to Whipped Soldier, my god – Funky Falcon

When you get a girl you’ll be the same… which will be never, so, have fun with Steve – Whipped Soldier

“Do you feel whipped?” you asked looking at his texts to Sam, he shakes his head and you small smile up at him, he locks his phone and throws it to the other end of the sofa and cuddles you tighter “I think you’re totally whipped, I have you wrapped around this finger” you hold up a pinky, he glared at the pinky in mock offence, you wiggled it at his face. 

“I’ll bite that pinky off” he states, you frown and pull it away from his face, he chuckles as you mutter things under your breath “I’m not whipped it’s called being in love, you nerd” he tells you and you chuckle at him lightly, he leans down and kissed the corner of your mouth as you go back to watching the TV.

“I love you a stupid amount,” you tell him, shoving another candy bar into your mouth, he raised his eyebrows at you; even shoving chocolate in your mouth, you managed to somehow look beautiful to him, maybe it was the fact he loves chocolate almost as much as he loves you.

“I know” he sighs “I love you a stupid amount too”
He was so whipped by you.

(Another fluff, hope you enjoy these periods one shots/ imagines, so glad I took on these requests, I love writing them. You can request any one shot or imagine by myself and Angie - Rosalee)

Originally posted by lstered


Another day, another Starbucks.

To say Dan Howell was having a bad day was an understatement – everything seemed to go horribly wrong. First he missed his morning bus and in turn had to run to catch it, only to fall under a rain storm. Then, someone blocked his twitter. And then he relegalized he lost his keys, his phones battery was dying and Phil was not going home any time soon.

The universe really did hate him.

With that thought in mind the tall male stumbled into the crowded café. He noticed some girls in the far back stealing glances at him, he figured they must’ve known him from Youtube, though they didn’t walk up to strike a conversation. Other than that, he was non-existent to the people around him – all hiding in their phones, computers or books. God he wished he could idle with his phone right now.

He wasn’t exactly paying attention until the barista called him for the sixth time.

Snapping to the impatient girl, Dan was about to rudely place his order when his breath suddenly left his lungs. He blinked at the (colour) eyes who were staring at him confused, the polite smile too plastic to be real. (Colour) hair was nicely braided and running behind the girls back, her name tag reading (Name).

“Sir, your order?” (Name) pestered, glancing at the frowning faces behind the man.

“Ah…” Dan trailed off, awkwardly, suddenly forgetting everything on the menu, “I’ll have a latte, yeah.”

A latte? Latte? What are you, Dan, a fifteen-year-old girl?

“Anything else?” The shorter girl seemed relieved from his answer – either because it wasn’t that hard to make, or because she no longer had to talk to him. Dan shook his head in a no. She smiled at him, pushing some buttons and announcing the price. Hurriedly he paid for his drink, all the while noticing the choker necklace around (Name)’s neck “And your name?”

“Dan… Howell. Dan Howell.” Why in the hell did he say his full name he had no idea. (Name)’s brows creased into a confused, soft frown, though she still tried to look polite. Stiffly, she nodded, her eyes briefly shooting to the girls squealing at the back.

The name obviously didn’t ring a bell to (Name), and he was a bit surprised -not because he was some kind of huge celebrity but because she definitely had a Tumblr and Dan was infamously known for wasting his life there.

“You have a Tumblr?” He asked, making the barista freeze. The girl lifted her eyes up from the cup she was writing his name on, opening her mouth to speak but then shutting it again.

“The choker really gives it away, yeah?” She whispered. Dan snorted.

“It’s like a huge neon sign saying ‘Hey look at me! I waste my time!’” Dan chuckled dryly, “…I have one too.”

(Name) cracked a smile, this time a genuine one, setting the plastic cup down on the counter and moving to the coffee machines.

“I’ll call you when it’s ready!” She announced, a different barista taking her place by the cashier. Dan easily found a seat near the windows and away from the raging teenagers, taking out his phone to check the time. He cursed when he realized that it was dead.

He soon heard his name being called, and perking up he saw you give him one last grin before you were off to work. Taking his drink, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself at what you wrote.

Dan Howler???
I’m not sure who you are but if you come here again and those girls start screaming I’m kicking you out.

Oh, he was so going to message you.

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A car, two cops and a stardust — a RebelCaptain road trip fic 

by @pingou7 pingou  for @thestarbirdfromtheashes Starbird

(aka the Road trip fic Diego Luna’s filmography made me write)

Notes : I blame the RebelCaptain fandom (especially you, @runakvaed) as well as Diego Luna’s movies and his brotherhood with Gael Garcia Bernal, let that be said. This is based on a prompt given by @thestarbirdfromtheashes, so I dedicate this story to her.

Read and enjoy, and please consider leaving me a few words.


As the dusty roads criss under Kes Dameron’s old car, Cassian Andor lets the wind mess with his hair through the open window. Dust, sunshine, laughter, its easy to recapture the taste of days long gone.


At a gas station near Corpus Chirsti, when they climb back after taking a piss, both jump out of their skins as a random brunette, eyes thunderous, hisses dangerously from the backseat :

“Just pretend I’m not here.”

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Mrs. Stuarts: Who are you? 

She arched an eyebrow and glared at Ember through narrowed eyes. Her voice was cold and Ember could smell the sour smell of alcohol on her breath as she spoke. She did her best to act polite but all alarms were going off in her head. 

Ember: My name is Ember Berry, I-I’m Lilith’s friend, best friend, from school and I was uh wondering - 

Mrs. Stuarts snorted and sneered down at her. 

Mrs. Stuarts: Pathetic. You’re the girl that keeps my daughter’s stupid phone going off every five minutes - 

Ember: Excuse me? I - 

Mrs. Stuarts: I’m pretty sure my husband has told you, but you need to leave our property before I call the cops. 

Ember could feel the heat of rage growing in her belly. Not more politeness. 

Ember: I want to see my friend right now. You have no right to call the cops I have done nothing wrong - 

Out of nowhere, Mrs. Stuarts lashed out at her shoving Ember on the shoulder hard.

Mr. Stuarts: Honey don’t ! - 

Mrs. Stuarts: Stupid girl. Get the hell out of here before you make me do something I regret. 

Ember stood dumbfounded. This grown ass woman just shoved a teenage girl she doesn’t know. A thousand red flags went up. With a glare and a nod she turned and headed back to the road. 

mrtinski  asked:

girl you're murdering me today with your writing (and also your kindness I cannot BELIEVE you posted a link to my fic I'm??) anyway if you wanted to do more one shots I'd love to see what you come up with for 39 if you haven't done it already! :)

*walks in a month late without starbucks* 

39: “This is very cliché.” +  69: “You’re ticklish.” (requested by @janeerikabrady​ on twitter) + 21: “God, I missed you.” (@lydias-martin)

(from +this list of prompts)

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Sad Songs Tell Me I’m Not Alone

A/N: An anon requests for one where the reader always listens to sad music (Winter’s Weather by As It Is will be referenced throughout) and Spencer asks about why they listen to such sad music. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn


Friends for years, it was a common occurrence for Spencer Reid to walk into Y/N’s apartment as she was singing. Unlike so many others he knew that danced happily around their apartments, Y/N was always singing a solemn tune; it made Spencer sad to think that one of his closest friends was lingering in sadness even when she wore a smile.

Despite the more upbeat tone, she was singing a song he knew all too well. “How long, how long ‘till I’m no longer a shadow. ‘Cause I’ve been thinking I’d so love to feel again. Silence; I screamed her name, and wondered why you never came. I wear my…I wear my curse, you wear my cure.” When she turned around, her dour expression turning slightly upward into a smile. “Hey, Spence.” Her smile spread a bit wider as she came over to give him a hug.

Everything she wore, everything she was, was in stark contrast to the music with which she surrounded herself. He perfume was light and flowery, reminiscent of an orchard on a summer’s day. Her clothes matched, always bright and colorful - a lot like his friend Penelope if he thought about it. And yet she would listen to these songs that made his heart ache, so he couldn’t imagine how they made her feel.

After getting him a drink, the two sat on the couch. “Can I ask you something?” Spencer asked. Curiosity was too much for him. He’d been her friend through some bad times, but he couldn’t help but wonder if her sadness ran deeper.

The smile she wore turned down again as she nodded.

“Why do you listen to such sad songs? Are you okay? You know you can talk to me, right?” He was worried, but he had to know whether or not he was just overreacting. 

As the sun shone in through the drapes, the light crawled over her features, lighting up the sadness in her eyes. “I guess I listen to this kind of stuff to assure myself that I’m not alone. Whatever I’m feeling and whenever I’m feeling it, there is someone, somewhere out there that has felt or is feeling the same way.”

“That I understand,” he swallowed hard. Music had been an important part of his own recovery when he was struggling with the dilauded, but after conquering his addiction and remaining clean, he never felt the need to submerge himself in that type of music again. “But, for instance, when you broke up with Noah, you were listening to a lot of lonely relationship music, but you stopped eventually, because he wasn’t worth it and you knew it. When you lost your mom, you were listening to a lot of sad music about losing a love one, and then you stopped. But lately, you’ve been listening to just…really lonely music.”

She sighed heavily, reaching across the expanse of the couch and laying her hand over his. “It’s because I’m lonely,” she said as she shrugged her shoulders. “I know I have people around me, but they haven’t been through the same things as me. Music has though, depending on what you listen to.”

For a few moments, silence hung between the two before she started to speak again. “I know I can talk to you,” she said. “Really, I do, but it’s hard to be so vulnerable to people, even those closest to me.”

He hugged her tightly, resting her head on his chest. “Please don’t be afraid to talk to me. All I want to do is help.”

“I know you do, Spence. I just…I don’t really have an explanation for why I feel the way I do. I just…don’t like myself.”

That revelation hit him like a ton of bricks. How could she not? She was one of his best friends - friendly, kind, generous, beautiful, intelligent, funny - she was everything anyone could ever hope to have in a friend or loved one. “Will you talk to someone? It isn’t good for you to dwell in that kind of feeling.”

She shirked away from him, leaning into the back of the couch and crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t know. I don’t know if anything will change. These lyrics,” she said, pointing to the screen on her phone, “’I look for love in everybody else, ‘Cause I tried but I can’t love myself.’ They really resonate with me. I think that’s why I’m able to keep the mask up, you know?”

“I do,” he said. “I wore that mask all the time when I was struggling with dilauded, but I didn’t want to feel like that anymore, so I got help. And that’s exactly it, you don’t know if it will help, but it can’t hurt to try. The only thing that could change is that you feel better. I hate hearing that you don’t like yourself, Y/N. You’re one of my best friends; you’re amazing,” quickly adding. “And I’m not biased, because I know that’s what you’re about to say.”

She snorted softly; he did always have the ability to read her mind. She was pretty confident that if mutants were real, Spencer was the real-life Professor X. “I’ll try,” she said after a while. “Can you recommend anyone?” 

With a smile, he pulled out his phone and copied down the names and numbers of a few doctors that he knew took her insurance. “Here,” he replied, feeling a bit better about the situation as a whole. “And Y/N? I’ll be here to love you until you can love yourself…and then I’ll still be there.”

“Thank you, Spence,” Y/N said softly, leaning into his chest.

Hold me close in winter’s weather
I’m too weak to pull myself together