hes so beautiful!!! love it when he smiles!!! plus i love his blue lights

Shadows in the walls

Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

Warnings: Insecurities, nudity, descriptive sex scenes, fingering, inappropriate language, unprotected sex, fluffy Bucky. - Please if underage don’t read this. And please if you’re going to be intimate with anyone, use protection.
Word Count: 3,035
Author’s Note: Hey guys! Sorry for taking so long to post this, but it’s currently 04:47am and I’m still awake. I was since 19pm editing and re-writing some tings. This is something very close to my heart, being plus size myself and sometimes don’t feel enough. But I’m trying don’t feel like that just because of my weight. Everyone is beautiful. In your own way. Don’t let anyone say otherwise.


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a nice morning pt. 5 | sweet pea

Originally posted by forsythpjones

a Sweet Pea x Reader imagine

summary: it’s prom night, and you decided that after all that’s happened, you’re going to enjoy this night with your friends, until a few Serpents show up and crash the party. 

warnings: cursing, angst, fluff 

taglist: @bigtravelbucketlist, @penisprkr

author’s note: this is it, you guys! this is really long, and I’m sorry about that, haha. I kinda got carried away and wanted to make the ending super good for you guys. thanks so much for your support, and kind words about this short fic. hope you enjoy the ending :)

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We Are Young: Prologue

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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Rowan couldn’t help but feel a bit foolish as he stepped into the cafeteria, lunch tray in hand. He stood in the doorway for a moment, eyes moving from table to table. He observed the crowds around him, looking for a head of golden hair.

Relieved wasn’t actually the right word he’d use for when Fenrys invited him to sit at his table during lunch. But he did feel the slightest bit grateful. He wasn’t particularly looking forward to spending another lunch by himself. Plus he thought he was doing pretty well. Only three days into the school year at a new school and he was already, somewhat, making friends. Hopefully when he told his mother this, she’d get off his back.

Though he wouldn’t exactly call Fenrys a friend at this point. He simply seen the Pittsburgh Penguins patch on Rowan’s backpack in the bio class they shared and deemed Rowan interesting enough to talk to. Turns out Fenrys was a Penguins fan too. And that’s basically all it took for him to invite Rowan to sit with him at lunch.

Thankfully, he wasn’t standing too long when he spotted golden hair pulled back in a low pony tail. With long strides, Rowan made his way over to the table. He wasn’t typically a nervous person, but he still tried not to pay too much attention to the other bodies sitting around the table.

“Hey man,” Fenrys grinned up at him before pointing to the chair on his right. “Take a seat.”

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Ride Me Baby *Part Two* (Harry Styles Mature Mini Series)

Originally posted by tmlnsn


Hiya guys, so a lot of you have been requesting a part 2 of this story and wanting to know where it goes from there, so I decided to start this as a mini series, but ill let you guys give me the feedback first before I continue on. This is going to be a very explicit series so you have been warned. But without further of due, lets get into it! I hope you guys enjoy it, -K
**WARNING, EXPLICIT AND DETAILED CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** +18

Word Count: 2,978

Harry’s POV
Its coming up to mine and Y/N’s 3 year anniversary, and I have decided to surprise her with a holiday away to Bora Bora for a week or so, I’m so excited to tell her what I have planned. She has always wanted to go there and with me making Dunkirk and writing my solo album we didn’t have time to do anything for our anniversary last year. So to make up for last year I think this will be perfect!
I was sitting in our newly furnished kitchen at the island trying to figure out what I wanna order us for dinner. Y/N Is so indecisive when it comes to anything let alone food so its so hard to know what she wants to eat. Maybe ill wait until she comes home. Just as that thought came through my head I heard the creak of the front door opening and her heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Harry?” “Kitchen” As I heard her set her purse on the side table I heard her enter the kitchen making me look up. “Baby girl” “Hey” Her face started to blush as she made her way over to me. I love the way she blushes every single time I call her that. She is my baby girl. “How was your press day?” She is promoting a new campaign with PETA, ‘I Would Rather Be Naked Than Wear Fur’ which is an amazing organisation that makes people aware of animals being killed for fashion. I’m so proud of her for making her fame into something to raise awareness for, one of the main reasons I love her. “Yeah it was good, just going over the same questions over and over and over, gets very boring but I’m glad its over” She sighed as she took off her cardigan, folding it neatly to put on top of the island. “Im proud of you baby, press days are always the worst though” Giving her a tiny pout. She giggled a little at my facial expression and walked over to the sink. “Where is my kiss hello?” “Sorry I was thirsty” She again giggled as she made her way over to me. I took her hand pulling her towards me, opening my legs for her to stand between them. “Missed you today” She whispered as she inched closer for a quick peck. “Well your home now” kissing her on her forehead I looked at her in awe. “So I have something for you” “Okay…” She replied with hesitation in her voice. “So you know the way its our anniversary next week?” “Yeah” I pushed her a little for me to get up, making my way over to my coat. “Well last years anniversary was a bust, you know that. So what better way to celebrate basically two years this year than to do something amazing” I took the envelope out of my coat pocket and made my way over to her. “Here, happy anniversary baby” I handed her the envelope and giving her a kiss. “Harry thank you” Her hand grasped the envelope looking down at it. “What is it?” “Well open it and see” Her fingers quickly ripped open the paper to find two plane tickets. “What.. This isn’t.. No way Harry!” Her face immediately lights up towards mine with the biggest beautiful smile that I know and love. “Were staying in Bora Bora for a week, you deserve it” “Oh my god Harry this is too much” Her hands started to shake, so cute. “Y/N your deserve everything and more. You’ve been so understanding this last year when I wasn’t around much and finding it so stressful and hard. But you made it so much better and being there for me when I needed you, and putting your life on hold for me, that really means a lot” I said looking down at her. “I love you so much Harry you have no idea” She draped her arms around my shoulders playing with my curls at the nape of my neck. Her hands then pulled my face into hers, kissing her so deeply, so passionate. “I love you so much” I whispered as I pulled away. I started kissing all over her face and she began to laugh uncontrollably. I pulled her waist into mine as she started to get weak in the knees with her laughter. My favourite sound. “So shall we go pack?”

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Well, today is the day I die.

Warning: v jealous Luke, anxiety, cussing, scary Luke

Description: Luke gets jealous when you want to get food w/ a old friend.

Luke was unlike anyone you’d ever met.

He was quiet.

But had a way of being the light of any room he entered.

He didn’t have to say a word to make you smile or laugh, even cry.

But when he did it made him even better.

When he let you into his heart it was different from other people.

The way he thought and felt.

It made you wonder why he was so insecure. He was so beautiful, inside and undoubtedly outside.

His hair he started growing out after you met him was now curly gold locks. The way his eyes shined when he smiled made it impossible not to fall in love with him, which you did.

You fell in love with him so hard. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall in love with anyone that hard but it was no longer your choice.

You loved the way his mouth moved and the sound of his accent. You loved the way he looked at you, even when you didn’t realize.

But most of all you loved the way he loved you.

So recklessly and effortlessly. He loved you just as much as you loved him. It took him longer to fall in love with you but he did.

You knew the exact moment too.

The moment you made him yours.

It was a simple day. Not one particular special or different from any other.

You and Luke were laying in bed, you literally had gotten up once to get food and go to the bathroom and it was nearly 4 in the afternoon.

You both loved days like this, no pressure to do anything or be anywhere.

Just laying with your boyfriend in bed watching television but mostly talking.

He was telling about his childhood while you distracted him by playing with his fingertips. You could feel him watching you while you studied his long slender fingers.

When Luke finally noticed you and took the time to talk to you, it was obvious he was intrigued by you. Though he made it clear he didn’t want a relationship at the moment within a couple weeks he couldn’t stay away from you.

Now here you two were, having such a closed off boy share his most vulnerable stories. He stops talking, too preoccupied by you laying with him.

You stop fiddling with the tips of his fingers and just interlock your boney fingers with his. You notice the absence of his voice and glance up at him. His hair is fanned out over his forehead.

His eyes are pouring into yours so intensely you are drawn to him. You smile at him, knowing that look on his face.

There is no way explain it but pure love. You pushed his hair out of his eyes with your free hand and he leans down to kiss you.

“You’re my best friend.” He says quietly after you two pull apart.

They aren’t the words you expected him to say but it almost meant more.

That night has been imprinted in your brain ever since. Though it was months ago, you remember it like yesterday.

And it was days like this where you wish you could go back to that exact moment.

“What are we doing for dinner tonight?” He asks, climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

You liked driving, which worked out because Luke will never admit it but driving makes him kinda nervous.

He slides his dark sunglasses off his face, giving you a look at his beautiful eyes you love so much.

“Oh, I was actually going to tell you I was planning on getting pizza with Marcus.” You back out of the parking spot.

You could feel Luke’s harsh gaze just as you expected.

Marcus was an old friend from high school. You two had kept contact and he has been wanting to meet up.

You have been putting it off because you were honestly afraid of how Luke would react. Luke wasn’t overly jealous, but if a guy looked at you for too long in public he would make sure to show him you were together.

You were okay with it because you loved Luke and wanted to make him feel secure in your relationship.

“Well. Okay…” He says shortly before looking out his window.

You were surprised that was all the fight he put up.

“Okay.” You say clicking on the radio.

Luke scoffs and harshly turns it back off.

You knew you were getting away too easy.

“Marcus? Is he that bloke from your secondary school?” He spits.

You wanted to smile from the difference in your language. Sometimes it like you two spoke different languages but you had been around him so much you understood.

“Yes. He has been wanting to hang out for a while. I’ve put him off as long as I can without being disrespectful.” You say simply.

You look over in Luke’s direction, glancing back at the road every couple seconds.

His eyebrows are tightly knit together and his blue eyes are dark like they always are when he gets angry.

“Why? So he can make a move on you? Does he know you have a boyfriend? You graduated school like three years ago. Have you been talking to him the whole time we’ve been together?” He shoots question after question at you.

“What a dick.” You hear him mutter under his breath.

His accent gets really thick when he is frustrated. You can see him clenching and unclenching his jaw over and over again.

“I… we were really good friends in high school. He found my Facebook and messaged me. Why is this any different than if a old girlfriend wanted to hang out with me?” You question him right back.

You don’t like him accusing you of anything. It actually hurt you more than you like to admit, almost like he doesn’t trust you.

You have never done anything to make him think that way.

“Because I don’t know what his intentions are. What if he tries to make a move on you?” You looks out his window again.

You glare at him this time. “Then I shut him down and leave. I have my own personal boundaries. Do you really think I would let him do something like that?” You raised your voice.

You get stopped a stop light which gives you a moment to look at him. He finally looks in your eyes and you raise your eyebrows.

He shakes his head, biting his bottom lip deep in thought.

“I just don’t like the idea of you hanging out with him alone.” He says continuing to shake his head

“When did I ever say we were hanging out alone?” You say getting a little frustrated. “We will be with a group of other people we went to highschool with. Plus even if we weren’t we would be in a PUBLIC place.” You say in hopes of making him feel better.

You almost want to invite him just to ease his mind but this whole thing has kinda pissed you off. You shouldn’t have to go everywhere with him. You love spending time with him and at the end of the day with him is where You want to be but you are two different people. Though you two are in a relationship you both need to be able to have your own lives.

That’s called a healthy relationship.

Your hopes of easing his mind fails when his glare intensifies and he looks ever more angry. You can practically hear his breathing quicken and he stares into your soul.

A honk behind you breaks you from his lock he has on your eyes. You realize the light is now green and you step on the gas pedal.

“Well why didn’t you bloody tell me that in the first place.” He is now yelling. “Is it- is it because he was the only person you can think about and- and the only person you look forward to seeing?” He is so mad he can barely speak which ends up making him more mad.

“No-” he doesn’t give you a chance to finish.

“You know what. Go. I don’t give a shit anymore. Fuck who you want. See who you want. Get pizza with who you want.” He slams his hand on the dash making you jump.

What is he saying.

“Luke-” You say softly, trying to reason with him.

He wasn’t having it. He now keeps his gaze out the window, shutting down the conversation.

You wouldn’t be that happy if he wanted to hang out with a girl he went to school with but you wouldn’t act this way. He was being unreasonable and almost scaring you, which he has never done before.

“Fine then I won’t fucking go. If it’s that big of a deal to you.” You look at him.

He shakes his head, still looking out the window. Refusing to look at you.

“No I just said I don’t give a shit.” He says. His voice is still very angry but he isn’t yelling anymore.

From what you can see of his face it is very red. From anger which was very obvious.

“Luke I don’t want to fight about something that isn’t even a thing.” You say, reaching with your hand that isn’t on the wheel and grasping his hand that’s laying on his thighs.

He snatched it away quickly but still doesn’t look at you. He leaves you wondering what shade his eyes were and you want to see them so bad.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” He puts his hand back on his thigh. It is clenched in a fist, his knuckles turning white.

He finally looks at you, his eyes not at all what you expected. They were like you’ve never seen, so wild with anger. A sickening color of blue.

“I’m so fucking pissed you have no idea.” A smirk plays on his lips. But not the usual one where he wash playing around. It was one that looked almost evil.

“I can’t even fucking look at you.” He looks back out his window.

He was furious. You had expected him to be mad but this was outrageous. You feared this would be the day it all ended. The days in a warm bed with Luke. The secret glances you two shared that only you guys knew what they meant. The last time he looked at you with love in his eyes.

You are so caught up in your thoughts now that when you finally look at the road you were barreling towards a car stopped at a red light. You stomp on the brake, your car making a horrific noise as it skidded to a stop just in time.

Luke’s head snaps forward, his hands pressed against the dash to stop him from flying forward.

Your hands are gripping the steering wheel so tight, your heart pounding so loud at the close call.

“FUCK!” Luke yells. “Pull the fuck over. Pull over.” He is back to yelling.

You obey, turning your blinker on and making your way to the shoulder of the road.

“Why weren’t you paying attention we almost got in a fucking accent. Get out. I’m driving.” He says.

You park the car, turning it off, still trying to catch your breath.

He goes to open the door but you quickly lock them.

He turns his head painfully slow toward you. “Don’t fucking do that.” He practically growls.

“Luke.” You say as he turns back to his door once again trying to open it. You again lock it and he starts punching the door.

Yelling as he does it, you have ever seen him so angry. This time he just couldn’t handle it and all the anger he had built up comes out

“Fucking unlock the door, I can’t even fucking look at you. Fuck you! Fuck you!” He yells and you can’t help but start to cry.

“Luke.” You say again, your voice cracking. “Luke.” You say louder.

Your hand reaching out and literally forcing him to look at you. He tries to push your hand away but you grip his jaw and force him to look into your eyes.

“Luke! Stop. Please stop!” You yell louder than he was. Your tears falling freely down your cheeks.

His breathing is unstable and he is still fuming but he is finally looking at you.

“I won’t fucking go. I can’t understand the reason you are so mad but I can’t lose you. I fucking love you and would never do anything to hurt you.” You say.

You are still gripping his jaw, not harshly and he isn’t trying to pull away. His lips are extra pouty because of the way your holding his face.

“I fucking love you, Luke. You are my best friend.” You repeat the words he once spoke.

He almost looks like he is about to cry. He falls forward, laying his head on your chest. His nose buried in your neck.

He kisses your neck repeatedly, his hot breath hitting your skin.

“I’m so sorry.” He says repeatedly.

The tall lanky boy falling apart in your arms.

“I love you so much. I’m so sorry.” He says again.

You hug him, overwhelmed from how this afternoon turned out. You had fought before but never like this.

He kisses your neck again, but it wasn’t in a sexual way. It was in a loving apologetic way. Almost like he was giving himself to you.

Like you had when you first met him.

electronicmusicpizza  asked:

What would you think the phantom thieves would look/act like if they were the opposite gender?

Now this is the stuff I live for lol. I’ve been thinking about this for a while, so thank you for sending this!! ^^ I hope you like it!

Note: Instead of using GIFs, I made collages to try to help with visualization. They’re awful, but I hope they somewhat help. ;A; This will be LONG, so please grab a snack/water!

Edit: Added Akechi!

WARNING: spoilers and mention of abuse. Please read at your own discretion.


Akira:

  • Akira is the same stoic, sassy, and spontaneous person; however, the feminine version’s raven hair is fluffier, and it ends just below her shoulderblades. She’ll usually tie it half-up in a bun, allowing her bangs to fall over her forehead.
  • Glasses of various ebony frames are her go-to accessory; her favorite is the cat-eye, and she only wears them for special occasions.
  • Black tights are always under her skirts/dresses; in addition, she adores classy styles, minimalism, and modesty (think Audrey Hepburn).
  • Akira would rather put more effort into accessorizing; jewelry, shoes, and charms for her carry-on (gifted by her friends) are things she enjoys adorning herself with.
  • As far as makeup goes, she keeps it very minimal and natural. Her routine is composed of foundation, eyeliner, lip balm, and mascara; she’ll also include neutral eyeshadow if she’s feeling up to it.
  • Honestly, she doesn’t even need the mascara since her lashes are so long; one of her quirks is fixing her glasses because her eyelashes bat them if they’re pushed too far up on her nose.
  • Akira still has onyx doe-eyes, and her eyebrow game is so strong that she doesn’t even need to fill them in.
  • The fact that she’s so pale makes it difficult to find foundation, so she opts for moisturizer or BB cream.
  • She twists and plays with her hair quite a bit, too.
  • Her nails are kept natural with a clear top coat; however, she’ll use black nail polish if she’s feeling particularly bold or rebellious (which is usually on calling card days).
  • Akira’s figure is lean, as she doesn’t gain muscle very easily; she’s well-endowed as far as curves, but she’s very discreet about it.
  • She won’t hesitate to call people out when they’re out of line, but she is very sweet and affectionate toward the people she cherishes the most.
  • Although, her concept of affection manifests in the form of incessant teasing and flirting, much to the disdain of her friends.
  • Their reactions are so endearing to her; all of them stutter and blush like fools.
  • Mishima is her favorite to tease because he gets extremely flustered, and she nearly made him faint once.
  • In addition, she’ll do it to Akechi too, and due to his quick thinking he’s the only one that can match Akira’s witty repartee. but if you listen closely you can hear him screaming on the inside
  • Sojiro’s easier on her than her male counterpart.
  • Akira doesn’t pay attention in class at all; alas, she always manages to achieve the top score of her class.
  • Her coffee is laden with sugar and cream because she needs her fix of sugar. She’ll drink it black if she needs a boost, though.
  • She buries her true feelings and opinions deep within her; she believes they are unimportant and a hindrance to her analytical thinking.
  • And… it’s not like anyone would care about what she has to say, anyway. She’s been branded a ‘criminal’, after all…
  • Akira tries very hard to act like a leader for her teammates and project confidence; therefore, she tends to be a perfectionist, and she’ll overwork herself to the point of exhaustion. Morgana’s the only one that knows; that’s why he’s constantly urging her to rest and take care of herself.
  • As Joker, she feels much more free as well as genuinely confidant. Her teammates still scold her for being too reckless and flashy.
  • Her Metaverse outfit is the same, except her pants are slightly more form-fitting and she lets her hair down. She also has star-shaped cuff-links.
  • She’s the embodiment of ‘do it for the vine’, in reality AND the Metaverse.
  • Her intuition is spot-on and she’s very open-minded; as a result, she’s hesitant to make decisions or judgments until she obtains all the facts.
  • She’s a good girl that loves her friends; treat her right.


Ryuji:

  • BOMBSHELL
  • Ryuji’s hairstyle is a layered blonde bob, and the length is usually maintained between her chin and shoulders.
  • She sports an athletic, slim figure since she’s so active, and her legs would make even god weep with how incredible they are.
  • In addition, she’s she shortest in the group. Akira’s taller than her just by a hair. because she fluffs her hair like the cheater she is
  • A six-pack is hidden under her tank top.
  • She’ll abide by the school uniform for girls, but she’ll wear knee-high baseball socks with her signature white Converse high-tops.
  • Grunge is her style, so she adores fashion items such as flannel, combat boots, and beanies. She’s been known to wear fishnets, too.
  • Piercings line her earlobes and her nails are painted black.
  • She doesn’t wear much makeup other than eyeliner and mascara. she looks flawless with or without it hoo girl
  • Ryuji’s hands are always in her pockets, and she leans on walls often.
  • Her posture is far better than her counterpart, but she still has a slight limp.
  • She’s always hungry; she could eat three bowls of ramen and she still wouldn’t be satisfied. let her eat
  • If you look deep inside her carry-on you’ll find her stash of gummies and chocolate. She’ll say it’s for Ann, though.
  • A scowl is typically etched on her face, but when she smiles…
  • She puts the sun to shame. and it makes Akira blush
  • Cursing is an art she is well-versed in, and she’s constantly mouthing off to anyone that tries to pick a fight with her or her friends.
  • However, she has a heart of gold, and she’s actually quite sensitive under her tough exterior. She’s prone to pinning blame on herself, and she’s very insecure despite her energetic disposition.
  • She’s actually quite sharp and observant, but her ‘in-the-moment’ approach to life comes off as ‘stupid’ or ‘careless’ when in fact it’s the opposite.
  • When she’s Skull, she wears a black bandanna over her hair and she wears black knee-high heels similar to Captain Kidd’s (Mary Read?), except Ryuji’s have crimson buckles. Other than that, everything else about her thief garb is the same.
  • She still hates Akechi with the passion of a thousand suns, and she doesn’t see his appeal at all. that’s a lie but she’d sooner die than admit it


Ann:

  • Ann is the tallest out of everyone in the group, and his ashy blonde hair is styled in an undercut because he has to remain trendy for his job as a model. The Thieves love touching his hair because it’s soft and wavy.
  • He has high cheekbones, a prominent jawline, and eyes that contain all the beauty of the sea; it’s no wonder he’s a model. pretty boy
  • His body type is svelte with lean muscle, especially in his biceps. it’s from holding up his game system
  • Ann has a radiant and dazzling smile that could give angels a run for their money.
  • The girls check him out all the time, and he just chuckles as he playfully flicks their foreheads. He’s in no position to judge since he checks them out too, but only when they’re not paying attention.
  • Similar to the female version, he wears scarlet pants, the school’s blazer, and Dr. Martens.
  • During the summer, he wears Converse sneakers, denim skinny jeans, and a crop top with a flannel shirt wrapped around his hips.
  • He loves wearing beanies, too.
  • Ann shares Akira’s fondness for accessorizing, so he wears long necklaces, studded earrings, and bracelets/watches.
  • His wardrobe is 70% fashionable jackets/hoodies and 30% everything else.
  • More often than not, everyone will steal his outerwear, but he doesn’t really mind; he’s very tolerant and forgiving of his friends.
  • He always chews bubblegum in class while he plays games on his phone.
  • If he’s not playing on his phone, he’s raging on his handheld game system or he’s reading comic books.
  • His arms are usually crossed, or he’ll simply stand with one hand on his hip.
  • Ann will lend Ryuji his flannel in exchange for her stash of sweets, even though he already has sweets in his bag. greedy
  • Regarding his love for sweets, he is shameless; the opinions and odd glances of others mean nothing to him, and he’ll boldly order his chocolate crepe with extra whipped cream.
  • In addition to being very charismatic and cheerful, he’s quite lonely at times as well since he’s ostracized for his looks.
  • That’s partially why he’s so loving toward his friends; they looked past his appearance and saw the beautiful heart within.
  • Ann makes the mood of the group, so he attempts to remain optimistic with the hope of motivating them.
  • He’d protect Shiho with his life, and he worries about her on a daily basis.
  • As far as his Phantom Thief outfit goes, it’s now sleeveless and it accentuates his muscles. The cutout for his chest still remains. he kills everyone because he’s so attractive


Yusuke:

  • A living breathing goddess
  • Yusuke fashions her hair in a long, tidy braid. in honor of concept Yusuke
  • Her soft, shiny hair brushes her waist when it’s down, and her bed-head is actually the worst out of the group. Naturally, it looks amazing on her.
  • Yusuke has the best nails HANDS DOWN because she garnishes them with the most lovely nail art. She offers to paint everyone else’s, too.
  • Her sense of style is quite similar to Akira’s: minimal, but elegant. She chooses basic colors (mainly blue or neutral colors), and she’d much rather accessorize.
  • As a matter of fact, her mother left her with the most breathtaking diamond-encrusted earrings that shimmer and dance as they catch the light. Wearing them makes Yusuke feel closer to her mother.
  • She’s typically seen wearing ballet flats, tights, and a skater skirt with a thin belt for the purpose of fastening her keys to it. The color of the clothing is black, aside from her snowy white dress shirt that she tucks into her skirt.
  • Makeup is not included in her routine as she can’t keep up with the expenses, but Yusuke has a certain weakness for liquid eyeliner me too, and she applies it flawlessly.
  • She’s the second tallest of the group, about the same height as Makoto.
  • Her figure is very slender since she can’t afford to eat, and aside from strolling around the city, she doesn’t exercise much. i want to take care of her
  • Grace is in every footstep she takes, and her poise is ethereal.
  • Her skin is as smooth as a baby’s; no one knows how she does it. doctors hate her for it
  • People don’t approach her because she’s so intimidatingly beautiful, plus her reputation as an ‘eccentric’ precedes her.
  • Yusuke seems rather ostentatious and pompous on the outside; on the contrary, she is passionate and humble.
  • Solitude takes its toll on her from time to time, so she unreservedly absorbs herself in painting or sketching without a care for her well-being.
  • Smiling becomes abundantly more common for her after she befriends the Thieves, and whenever she does…
  • Her earrings mysteriously glint, even when there is hardly any light.
  • She initially requested that Ann model for her since he’s unbelievably handsome, but she considers asking Ryuji or Akira because they’re exquisite as well.
  • Yusuke’s soul is drawn to ice cream regardless of gender. reblog if you ship yusuke x ice cream
  • She’s very independent and she refuses to be a burden on others even though she struggles (financially and emotionally).
  • The Thieves offer to pay for her work to alleviate some of her stress, and with a bit of persistence, she accepts; Yusuke earns money, the Thieves receive an OUTSTANDING painting, and it’s a win for everyone.
  • Taking walks with her friends is one of her favorite hobbies, but she’s hesitant to ask since she assumes they have more productive things to do. She asks anyway because she truly enjoys their company.
  • It doesn’t take her long to realize that her friends sincerely reciprocate her affection, and that they value her for who she is rather than what she can offer them.
  • As Fox, she is exceptionally confident, insightful, and quick to make decisions or take initiative when it’s vital.
  • Her sleeves remain puffy; however, her pearly collar is now off-the-shoulder, and a red ribbon is laced in her braid. She also dons a black satin choker.
  • Since the bottom half of her jumpsuit is fluffed around her thighs, she can’t help but wonder if her already wide hips appear even wider. yusuke you’re shdfg gorgeous???


Makoto:

  • sweats
  • Makoto is supremely handsome and he sports a bowl cut. His facial features are keen and his ruby eyes are sharp.
  • In addition, he’s pretty stylish, and his favorite accessories are brimmed hats and simple ties.
  • He wears chocolate lace-up ankle boots with the assigned school pants. An ebony vest is worn over the school’s signature white turtleneck.
  • He actually has quite a fondness for turtlenecks and cardigans. it’s his entire wardrobe
  • Makoto will always remain the mom friend, even as a male.
  • He is extremely protective of his friends, particularly the girls, and he’ll put pads/tampons in his carry-on for their sake. marry me
  • That doesn’t embarrass him in the least, but the Buchimaru pencil case at the bottom of his bag does.
  • Like the female, he’s studious and erudite; most students are intimidated by him because he emanates a fierce air of dignity.
  • However, he feels as though his best never seems to be sufficient enough, and his insecurity is exacerbated further when people compare him to his sister.
  • He adores and respects his sister tremendously; furthermore, he assists her in any way he can, and he secretly works at a part-time job to cover his expenses.
  • Makoto’s slightly more defiant when people order him around, but he ultimately submits because he’s easily guilt-tripped due to his caring and perfectionistic personality.
  • He’s very private since he doesn’t want to burden anyone any further, and the only time he can relax is when he listens to music in his room.
  • He’ll even dance sometimes, and he’s surprisingly talented at it.
  • As King, he is more dominant and tactical. He tends to be quite smug about it, too.
  • His outfit is the same, but everyone was flabbergasted by how muscular he is. His shoulders are very broad, and his spiked shoulder pads complement them well. oh no he’s hot
  • Needless to say, everyone checks him out during battle because that’s when his muscles flex and bulge out of his jumpsuit; furthermore, Fox implores King to model for her, and he just stutters as he breaks out into a sweat.
  • No one comes to his rescue, either.
  • He brings nutritious snacks with him into the Metaverse to keep everyone vigilant.
  • King is the designated piggyback driver, as well as the normal driver. He refuses to do it in public (unless they give him puppy eyes). a god among men


Futaba:

  • Did you mean 707
  • Futaba’s body type and facial structure are quite androgynous, so he’s constantly mistaken for a girl.
  • His fiery hair nearly reaches his waist when it’s down, so he ties it into a bun while keeping his bangs loose.
  • Cutting and maintaining his hair is the least of his problems, especially when he can’t even bring himself to get out of bed most days.
  • The group will brush and braid his hair when they hang out at Leblanc.
  • His face is spotted with freckles.
  • He’s taller than Akira, but shorter than Haru, thus making him the shortest boy.
  • The difference in attire is that he wears ripped skinny jeans rather than shorts, and his boots come up to about mid-calf. He’s a casual punk.
  • His headphones are persistently blasting EDM. same
  • Futaba’s more extroverted as a male; however, his stomach is in knots every time he interacts with people and his mind is reeling with paranoid thoughts.
  • Even online, he’s quite nervous about speaking to people.
  • His brilliance is apparent, though, and he’ll correct others if their information is inaccurate.
  • He’s an encyclopedia in human form, using his copious accumulation of knowledge to answer any question thrown at him.
  • One of his favorite pastimes is hacking into his friends’ computers/phones to send them horribly edited pictures or memes with absolutely zero context. me @ myself
  • Male Futaba is still untidy and snack boxes are littered throughout his room. It drives Makoto insane.
  • Haru is fascinated by his Phoenix action figures, and the two eventually marathon the show together. They’ll randomly recite quotes, too.
  • He’s created several well-known indie games, and a few awful simulators. He made a fox and lobster simulator just for Yusuke. she enjoyed it
  • The Sims is his all-time favorite game, and with the company of Akira and Ryuji, he’ll create the most hideous characters and set them all on fire just for laughs.
  • Speaking of which, Futaba adores making his friends laugh; it makes him feel loved and wanted.
  • He’ll offer tips to Mishima regarding the improvement of the Phan-site out of the kindness of his heart. it’s out of pity
  • They get along quite well, and both of them can and will relentlessly crush anyone at video games.
  • His Oracle outfit is the same, except he clips his bangs out of his face, wears a hood, and he carries snacks in his pockets as well as Necronomicon.
  • Necronomicon ends up cleaning up after him.


Haru:

  • Haru wears bowties and he is unafraid to wear his pink sweater. A dress shirt is underneath, and the collar, along with the sleeves, protrude from his sweater.
  • He abides by the dress code in regard to his trousers; however, he wears black and white oxfords with stars strewn across them. His style is very flamboyant.
  • Like Futaba and Makoto, he lacks piercings.
  • His body type is slim yet fit, thanks to his nutritionist and personal trainer.
  • Haru’s strawberry-blonde hair is kept short and curly; even when it’s unkempt (very rare) it still looks trendy and sleek.
  • BABY FACE
  • DIMPLES
  • He always smells like flowers.
  • Male Haru is no longer engaged, rather, he is threatened and beaten by Sugimura.
  • The abuser harasses him often, stating that he’s going to destroy the Okumura name, and that he’ll use Haru as a puppet before selling him as a slave.
  • Haru’s father is not concerned in the slightest; he simply says that Sugimura is just ‘acting out’.
  • Part of the reason Haru wears such modest clothes is to disguise the bruises.
  • Due to his abuse, he has difficulty placing his trust in others; besides, people only seem to like him when they want something, right?
  • Despite everything, Haru remains very soft-spoken and well-mannered. It’s in his nature.
  • When he’s with his friends, his dimpled cheeks ache from laughing and smiling so much. good
  • He’ll take Yusuke out to luxurious restaurants; they share similar palettes, and it’s an excuse to feed her.
  • He is the one that gives the best hugs, by far.
  • Noir’s attire consists of the same coloring as the female counterpart; the differences are that his vest covers his chest and a rose brooch adorns the upper-left side, his cravat is arranged in the shape of a bow-tie, he sports thigh-high musketeers boots with golden embellishments along the seams/edges, and his puffy purple bloomers are neatly tucked into his shoes. it looks really cool in my head
  • Noir’s inner sadist is revealed; he’s exponentially more dominant and relentless on the battlefield than his female counterpart.
  • He’s also more vocal; he’ll taunt, chuckle, and smirk during the entire confrontation.
  • He really can’t help himself; he just feels so alive and powerful, which is something he doesn’t experience in his daily life.
  • The rest of the Thieves understand and don’t judge him too harshly. since they’re guilty of it too


Akechi:

  • too pretty to be wrong
  • The length of Akechi’s voluminous chestnut hair is maintained between her waist and her hips. Her bangs are always kept loose and they complement her delicate, porcelain face, and she’ll wear a black hairband as an accessory. 
  • In addition, during summer she’ll remove the hairband and adorn her side ponytail with a black ribbon that’s neatly tied into a bow.
  • Akechi dons her typical beige pea-coat and black slacks / gloves; however, she’ll wear sophisticated black heels as opposed to loafers. Her school uniform’s striped bow tie is knotted around her collar.
  • During the summer, she’ll sport a pencil skirt with black tights underneath.
  • Akechi’s typical fashion sense is very chic and sophisticated; she’s fond of skater skirts, pleated high-waist shorts, sleek turtlenecks, collared blouses, and anything remotely trendy. 
  • She hardly wears accessories, save for her golden stud earrings. 
  • Her build is lean yet toned due to exercise and a mostly healthy diet.
  • Akechi has a strict skincare regimen, and her makeup is kept minimal; all she really requires is eyeliner, mascara, and a light BB cream.
  • She’s more bubbly than her male counterpart, yet she still maintains an air of confidence and professionalism.
  • She’s less respected as a detective since her appearance tends to overshadow her accomplishments, and her bond with Sae is more tense due to their competitive natures.
  • Trust comes less easily to the female version of Akechi, so despite her seemingly amicable and civil interactions with Akira, she’s constantly on her guard.
  • When she visits Leblanc in the evening for coffee, she’s extremely hesitant to reveal her complex past to Akira. However, she counters this, convincing herself that the onyx-haired leader isn’t the type to be judgmental.
  • The rest of the Thieves are relatively indifferent to her since she publicly debauched them and their cause.
  • Although she’s never seen eating them in public, Akechi secretly adores sweets, and because Akira knows this she’ll add cream with sugar to Akechi’s coffee.
  • As Crow, Akechi allows a fraction of her facile demeanor to subside, revealing a flamboyant and rather glib personality. She’s easily excitable, too. she’s a huge dork
  • Her thief garb includes a pair of gold-plated olive branches on both sides of her head, partially pinning her hair back.
  • Most of her outfit is consistent with the male version’s except the features are that of a knight, rather than a prince. 
  • Her gold belt forms a V-shape in the front with the gray part of her top flaring out on both sides of her hips in a wing-like shape, ending mid-thigh.
  • The sleeves of Akechi’s arms are more form-fitting in addition to her pants, and her white bootsdecorated with golden adornmentstrail up to her knees; the front of the boots actually cover her knees to function as kneepads.
  • the outfit sounds complicated but it looks really amazing in my head
  • As for Akechi’s alternate garb, it’s the same as the male counterpart’s, and her hair is tucked into a bun underneath the helmet.
  • She’s eerily calm during her boss fights, even when she makes herself psychotic; however, she lashes out on both instances of her defeat since she despises her own weakness.

KAI PARKER X READER

For You

Desc: Kai wants to open up about your relationship to the others, but you’re scared it will only backfire and wound up hurting him.

Fluff, kisses, etc.

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There was a rasp of knuckles against the glass window pane, and an unmistakable smile winked out at you in the darkness as you tiptoed towards the source. You grabbed at the wooden frame, sliding the window up and cocking your head silently at a mischievous looking Kai Parker. It was two in the morning and he was alert and awake as ever, wearing a jean jacket over an old tee with black skinnies, his dark converse covered in the dirt from your garden. He giggled with contempt when met with your exasperated expression, to which you shushed him with a signal of your finger to your lips. He rolled his eyes and extended his arm for a hand, even though he was very capable of getting in without your help.

“What are you doing here?” you said, closing the window after him and quickly shutting your bedroom door.

“Cute room,” he ignored you, looking at the white walls covered in a patchwork of photos and glowing string lights.

“Kai,” you urged.

“Is it so bad for me to want to see you?” he pouted with false sadness, lower lip jutting out as he gave you those blue puppy eyes.

“I thought we agreed on no more midnight visits,” you whispered, leaning your back against the door.

“It’s not midnight, it’s two in the morning, you’re welcome,” he winked.

You ran your hands across your face with an agitated shake of your head.

“Plus,” he winked, “I like coming now, when you look really cute in your pj’s.”

You dropped your hands and gave a snort at yourself, looking over your clothes; oversized white sweatshirt, battered blue knee socks that stretched up your legs, and a messy pony that stuck out here and there.

“You do, princess” he insisted, stepping closer, the distance of your bodies clearly bothering him. He pulled you in gently by the wrists, lips planting to your forehead before he brought his arms slinking back around your waistline.

“Kai,” you bit at the inside of your cheek, “you do remember I’m living with Elena, right? As in, Elena Gilbert who hates your guts? If she or anyone else finds out about us, can you imagine what that would get me into?!”

Kai’s plump lips spread into that familiar smirk, dimples lighting his cheeks, “so there’s an us?”

You rolled your eyes, but seeing Kai flash a patient and goofy smile, chuckled in defeat, “Yes, okay, fine, there’s an us.” But…I,” your smile faltered as you pieced together a troubling thought.

“What?” Kai said with sudden worry, “tell me.” He closed the gap between your bodies, knuckles coming up to stroke your cheek lightly.

“I love what we have, Kai. And I don’t want to lose it, but if we get caught…” you trailed off.

Kai froze, his expression going serious, blue eyes saddening,”Y/N.”

“Yeah?” you raised your head, eyes meeting with his, which he promptly pulled away, his jaw pulsating lightly.

“Answer me honestly,” he whispered to the wooden floor.

You nodded, trying to catch his gaze to no prevail.

“Are you embarrassed to be with me?” he said quietly.

Your eyebrows drew together in surprise, lips tilting down, “what?”

Kai’s expression was pained as he flickered his attention back up to you, “honestly,” he said again.

“No, no,” of course not,” you murmured, fingers coming up to graze his stubble and tilt his set jaw back up to your eyes. “Why would you say that?”

He sighed and chewed at his lower lip, releasing his hold around you.

“I don’t know, Y/N,” he sighed, voice low. “But I’m not ashamed of ‘what we have here,’ and clearly you are since we’ve been playing this game for weeks.”

You closed your eyes and turned away, pacing lightly as you formulated your next words.

“It’s not like that, Kai,” you breathed lamely.

“So then what? Why do we sneak around like this all the time, I-I hate it,” he stammered, shaking his head.

You stopped in your tracks, feet planting to the ground. You raised your head, and in the reflection of the glass window you could see Kai staring at you, blue eyes glistening and slender fingers twisting at his silver rings with worry.

“I want to…” he trailed off softly, his bright eyes meeting yours in the reflection.

“Want to what?” you stood your ground, heart hammering away.

“I want to hold your hand,” Kai whispered, approaching you from behind, his fingertips coming to graze lightly against yours, sending electricity through your blood.

“I want to tell you how beautiful you are,” he flushed rose, tracing a pattern against your opened palms.

“I want to bring you flowers,” he said, swishing his hand and plucking a yellow dandelion from the air before pushing your hair softly back to tuck it snugly behind your ear.

He stepped around to stand in front of you, both of his hands cupping your cheeks as he held your face in his hold, eyes darting over your features as you breathed in a shaky breath and lost yourself in his soft aroma of pines and spice.

“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, brushing his parted lips on the tip of your nose.

“I want to do all these things with you all the time, without having to feel scared, without having to hide how much I love you,” he said. “Because I do love you, with every beat of my dead heart, I love you.”

He stared at you, gaze intense, waiting for a response, but your words seemed frozen in your throat. He dropped his hands, taking a step back with a gulp, “but if you don’t feel like that…”

“I do,” you cut him off, taking him by the wrists and bringing him back to you. “I’m not scared to be caught because I’m scared of what people will think of me, I’m scared to get caught because I’m scared of what they’ll think of you. I couldn’t care less about judgement against myself, but if they found out, do you think they would be happy for us? I’m supposed to be ‘the good one’ you know, the one who always does the right thing, and you’re-”

“The psychopath,” he finished quietly.

“No, but you’re not,” you said, tilting his face to yours when he tried to turn. “You were outcast for something you couldn’t control, so you put these walls up because nobody would let you in. But I did. I saw a boy who was abandoned and abused to the point where no one could see him for what he was; the most clever, witty, charming, and compassionate guy I’ve had the privilege of falling in love with. But they don’t see that, and I hate it. I hate it because it means they would think you were a bad influence, because they would try and take you away from me, or hurt you, and I don’t ever want to think of a life without you in it, Malachai Parker.”

His lips trembled, tears escaping from his eyes and rolling across his sculpted cheeks.

“You love me?” he murmured, almost barely audibly, as if the thought alone was unbelievable to him.

You bounced onto your tip toes, catching his tears with little kisses before planting your lips softly against his own.

“With all my heart,” you smiled softly.

Kai smiled faintly, unable to speak as he practically flew into your arms, wrapping you in his embrace, arms firm around you as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, his hands gently pulling through your locks, cool rings brushing against your flesh.

“What’s wrong?” you said into his skin, eyes closed.

“I’m happy,” he assured, “I just don’t know how to show you how thankful I am.”

“For what?” you said, brushing your lips against his jaw.

“For you,” he said.

You blushed furiously and pecked him on the lips, “you can start by being my boyfriend.”

“I like the sound of that,” he smiled against your mouth.

“You sure? I didn’t scare you off just now?” you asked.

“I’m sure,” he said, squishing his nose against yours. “I’d do it all for you.”

Mångata part 1

MASTERLIST

AO3 account

Pairing: Thor x plus size!reader. OC!daughter Stella, OC!twins Frey and Atlas.

Warnings: Fluff. Sexual references to male member in the downstairs department but nothing NSFW.

Word count: 2k

Summary: Born from a falling star erupting on Asgardian ground, her small body was covered in little marks that would grow into birth marks representing the constellations. Once of age, Y/N agreed to married Thor and become the future queen of Asgard. Now she is the goddess of the stars and accompanies Heimdall during his watch. However, as the universe exhibits a unique yet peculiar string of events, she is forced to seek shelter on Midgard from an enemy that might just be her own flesh and blood.

A/N: written for @supersoldierslover and my prompt was “showering together (non sexual)”.

Series masterlist can be found here

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We Are Young: Epilogue

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

Previous Chapter | ACOTAR Spin-Off

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Aelin didn’t stop as she pushed open the hospital doors.

Her heart was pounding against her ribcage. She didn’t even notice as the door closed on Rowan, though she knew he was behind her the whole time. She just couldn’t stop. It was like her body was on autopilot. She wouldn’t stop until she finally reached the hospital room.

Until she finally reached Lysandra.

Her heart raced in her chest so fast, almost feeling like it would stop at any moment.

Aelin walked right past the front desk. Past the noise-filled waiting room. Past all of the waiting husbands, mothers, sisters, brothers. She jetted past them all with a million different emotions, thoughts, and outcomes running around her head.

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Can’t Remember to Forget You | vi

Summary: When you almost die in battle, a distraught Bucky - afraid of what will become of him if he loses you - decides to end things. But what happens when he loses his memory, only to end up falling in love with you all over again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Language, Angst

A/N: you’re all gonna hate me, so please come yell at me after you read this, thanks || crtfy masterlist


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Babysitter (Part 5)

Summary: You spend the day with Taehyung, but unfortunately your parents catch you together.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.7k

A/N: I definitely want to write a part 6 but for the moment this story will be on a hiatus so I can write some different stories :)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Masterlist | Part 6

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“Buried” (Chapter One)(Stony)

Welcome to the story! Non-powered AU here, going for something like an Indiana Jones/ Adventure Movie theme. Expect lots of snark between Steve and Tony, some really heartbreaking moments, guns and explosions and obligatory “sharing bodily heat” comments as they try to survive and escape the bad guys all while keeping their hair neat and having lots of sexy times.

LIKE AND REBLOG to be tagged in the upcoming chapters!

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Ten Years Ago

When Howard had suggested Tony “learn a little about the real world” after his sophomore year of college, Tony thought his dad meant something along the lines of “traveling through Europe” or maybe “Backpacking through New Zealand.”

He had not realized his dad meant “spend the summer working at some shitty dig site in South America that Stark Industries was helping fund.”

He hadn’t realized Howard was planning on dropping him in the middle of nowhere to work with other college kids at scraping dirt off of stone carvings and meticulously cataloguing things that Tony had no interest in.

It had never even crossed Tony’s mind that when Howard suggested he “learn about the world” it was simply code for “your mother and I are traveling all summer and don’t trust you to not burn the house down so here, build some character while digging in the dirt in a foreign country.”

In fact, if Tony had realized that Howard’s “suggestion” was actually a demand and that he actually had no say in the matter, he probably would have gone home with Rhodey for the summer and avoided all of this.

But by the time Tony had put all this together, it was too late and he had been dumped at the work site in some no name country by some no name river.

Stepping off the helicopter and onto the ground, Tony’s two hundred dollar sneakers had sunk into about two hundred inches of mud and were promptly ruined. The bottom six inches of his favorite jeans as well. The dig manager, Paul or Richard or some other name Tony promptly forgot, had laughed and pulled him free and shoved some cargo pants and work shirts and boots at him, directing him to a building at the back end of the clearing.

“Those are the bunks.” Paul–or Richard or whoever– had said, and slapped Tony on the back hard enough to make him stumble. “Go get changed and get back out here, we are setting a grid for a new area and need all the help we can get.”

Tony had been too much in shock and too busy slapping bugs away to bother arguing and next thing he knew he was on his knees in a marked off square in a grid carefully digging and sifting dirt and hating his life.

“You’re doing that wrong, honey.” Some one had crouched down next to Tony and took his tools right out of his hands. “Try it like this. And maybe no sunglasses, you’ll miss the small things because everything’s a little too dim.”

“These sunglasses cost more than your car.” Tony had retorted, and an easy laugh had caught him off guard.

“Spoiled brat, aren’t you?”

Excuse me?” Tony had ripped off his sunglasses and stared up–and up– into the bluest pair of eyes he had ever seen, set in a perfect face and followed by a smile bright enough to make him reconsider the sunglasses thing. “I mean– um–”

“Hey, it’s alright. I’m sure your sunglasses are worth a lot, but here all they are is a hindrance. Besides, why hide those pretty chocolate eyes, huh?”

“Um–chocolate…sure. What now?” Tony had forgotten how to talk, and tall blonde and beautiful had just smiled more, before showing him exactly how to do whatever the hell he was supposed to be doing with the spade and sifter and whatever else he was using. Strong hands had covered his own, broad shoulders brushing against him as they worked, and every time Tony managed to make his brain work enough to say something, he was rewarded with a gorgeous smile and every once in awhile a wink and a laugh.

And Tony had suddenly been thrilled that his dad had dumped him here.

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A Classified Summer - Part One

Summery: When you’re shipped off to stay with your Aunt Pepper and the Avengers in New York for the summer, you weren’t sure what to expect but falling in love with Spider-Man wasn’t one of them.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 2,059

Warnings: None

A/N: So I’m honestly just flowing with creativity and decided to start another mini series but this one with Peter Parker (Tom Holland) as my muse.

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Your mom said nothing as she drove you to the airport. She only announced yesterday you were being shipped of to New York for the summer to stay with your Aunt Pepper. It was extremely last minute and extremely unnecessary. You knew your parents were long gone and a summer alone fixing things wasn’t going to work but instead you got shipped of to the aunt your mother called snobby and rich. You had not seen your Aunt Pepper since your were a baby because of the distance and your mother never put in the effort to visit. This summer, because of that, was going to be awkward.

All you knew was your Aunt Pepper was now engaged to millionaire and inventor Tony Stark aka Iron Man and that she lived in the Avenger tower with all the other super freaks. Sure you saw them on the news once in a while but other then that you didn’t really pay attention to them.

Your mom was constantly complaining about the Avengers ‘running the world’ but deep down you truly felt they were trying to help. Nevertheless most of the recent world disasters were caused by them so basically they were just cleaning up after themselves aka saving the world.

The car was silent due to the recent blow up you had with your mother. She truly believed she and your father could patch things up during the summer but you thought and expressed otherwise.

Your father had just admitted to having an affair with his assistant at work explaining all the late work nights and business calls during dinner. You found the man disgusting now but your mother claimed to see the man she fell in love with and was willing to take him back to work on their marriage.

You were against cheating and all this. “A summer,” you started breaking the silence. “With my aunt who I never talked to surrounded by the people you call circus freaks while my mother gives a cheating man another chance he doesn’t deserve. Explain to me again why I’m suppose to be happy about this.”

Your mother sighed. “Y/N darling he’s your father and your aunt has more then enough room for you now that she has…”

“Yeah, yeah ‘The Rich Asshole’ I’ve heard before.”

“Just hang around Pepper all summer. I also suggest avoiding the circus freaks unless you want to find yourself in some sort of danger.”

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When Soulmates Go Wrong (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4040 (Sorry, got carried away)

Warnings: Aaaaangst

A/N: I’ve got a part two, but I’m going to need you to tell me if you want it. This is just a little something that’s been in the works for at least a month, and I figured it was high time to put it out there. Gif is not mine, and feedback is greatly appreciated as usual. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know.

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Ah, soulmates. True love smiled upon by the stars themselves. Every person had a mark matching their soulmate’s. The mark could appear anywhere on one’s body, in any color, or any shape, but it always matched what their soulmate had - color, location, shape, everything. And everyone had a soulmate. Except for me.

I’d been born without my soul mark. This terrified my mother on the day of my birth as the nurses had almost frantically tried to find something that could even possibly be a soul mark. There had been nothing to find.

When it turned out that I had powers - the ability to command the elements - in addition to a concerning propensity for all forms of weaponry and an uncanny gift for reading people’s body language… let’s just say that she and my father were afraid for me. Afraid that people would exploit me for my lack of connection as well as my powers.

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A Friend like Marinette

A little nod to Adrien “Just a Friend” Agreste for my sweet friend @sweet-childhood-dreams on her birthday! Happy Birthday, Lisa!

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Don’t get him wrong, Adrien didn’t mind at all. Quite the contrary. He was inexplicably happy to spend another quiet evening with his friend. Marinette was fun, she was kind and honest, and brave and incredibly beautiful and in a way, he was a little disappointed that Luka couldn’t make it to this date again. Being the awesome person she was, Marinette deserved the best boyfriend around and this guy fitted the bill to a tee. They would be a really cute couple, he thought, if they would finally go on that date. But as of now, life was always interfering and for the tenth time in a row Adrien was asked to stand in for the boy who invited Marinette on a date but couldn’t make it at the last minute.

“Please, please, please,” Luka begged him again just twenty minutes ago. “Marinette was really looking forward to dinner at this particular restaurant. I booked the table already but my best friend’s cat suddenly fell very ill so we have to get him to a vet ASAP.

“Can’t your friend go alone?” Adrien asked.

In response, Luka only gasped. “That’s my best friend, Adrien, and I can’t let my best friend deal with this alone. Wouldn’t you do anything for your best friends?”

“Of course I would,” Adrien agreed. “But-”

“Please, Adrien, I beg you,” Luka interrupted, glancing at the clock. “I would really hate to disappoint Marinette. Please, go instead of me. She is your friend too. It’ll be like a friendly hangout in a restaurant. Just one more time. Please, Adrien?”

“Alright,” Adrien finally agreed. The kitty’s health was important and he could perfectly understand Luka’s unwillingness to leave his best friend alone at such a horrible time. Plus, Marinette was a really good friend of his and he couldn’t bear the thought of her being stood up or canceled on. Especially if she really looked forward to this evening. She won’t mind the switch, Adrien thought. She reacted pretty well the last nine times he stood in for Luka so it should be fine this time too.

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The one where Harry meets the Missus

He dated a bit during his late teens and early twenties, but he never found the person he was looking for. He found girls who wanted him for his physique, name, lifestyle, and some who were genuine but could never figure out how he liked to be loved. He was the affectionate type but with his work schedule, it became difficult to show physical love to his significant other. Harry found ways to show them that he was thinking of them by sending them texts throughout the day to know he was thinking of them, making sure they ate, or were comfortable during tough weeks. It seemed that after a while, they became bored and in the end he was left broken hearted; just like this last time.

He was a person of routine on his days to himself in London town: up by 7am, ate a light snack, run, shower breakfast, work, and repeat. At least, that’s what it has been like the past few weeks and he had grown tired of it. Harry decided to get back into running through the neighborhoods to change things up rather than in the confines of a stale, smelly gym. Working out was his therapy when things got to be too much and he needed the time to focus on himself and his well-being. Running from his home in Hampstead right into Primrose Hill was his favorite route. There was character in London. He loved seeing the little ones and their parents walking to school, the opening of his favorite café where he could choose his own mug, and the delicious smell of bread in the bakery near his home.

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago when he had his Aha! moment siting in that very café looking out into the colorful homes that lined the street adorned with vines of blooming flowers where realized he had been looking for love in all the wrong places. He needed to fall in love again with himself and the life he built rather than in a person. In his journal he wrote “Finding love within myself, in friends, family, and through experiences rather than forcing companionship. The one will come. Give it time” with a latte stain adorning the top of the page. So he waited, and ran, and worked his bum off, waiting for her to show up.

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percyyoulittleshit  asked:

fake dating au

written for my 1.5k followers celebration: 24-hour fanfic requests; want one? 

“Just… one night?”

Annabeth nodded from where she was standing outside the doorway, her hands in fists at her side.

“Just one night,” she said, trying not to sound too desperate.

Percy leaned against the doorway, considering her. He looked like he’d just woken up from a nap, his hair tousled and still blinking the last dregs of sleep from his eyes.

He hadn’t answered her when she’d called and texted, so Annabeth had done the next best thing and shown up at his apartment door.

“Free food,” Annabeth sang, poking his shoulder. “I know you like that.”

He caught her hand and smiled.

“You don’t have to bribe me,” Percy said, and Annabeth felt her heart stutter in her chest. “You’re my best friend. Let’s do it.”

Annabeth bit her lip. He didn’t need to know that he was the only person she’d known to ask, nor did he know that she was starting to regret it — not because she didn’t want to go with him, but because she wasn’t sure if her heart would be able to handle it.

“Okay,” Annabeth said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and glancing up at him.

“Okay,” Percy said. His lips lifted into that crooked grin she loved, and Annabeth realized it was going to be a long, long night.

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The Pilfered Bride, an InuKag oneshot

*a little bit of post-canon silliness based loosely on a trope I *adore* which is Kagome getting put in an arranged engagement/ being stolen away to become someone elses bride, and Inuyasha having to go save her

***except too many old fics like this from back in the day have Kagome being all helpless and ‘oh there’s nothing I can do about this’ or (worst of all) actually being like ‘well why not let’s give this a try’ ???? LIke???!!?!?!  So I had to write my own version of this trope, though granted it’s not strictly adhering to it. Honestly it’s mostly inspired by lots of Ranma ½ and Urusei Yatsura episodes of fake fiances and failed marriage attempts. Plus I just really wanted to write some sassy Kagome.

Rating: T (suggestiveness and language)

Genre: Romance/Humor

Words: 5,021

Setting: Post-Canon


“Kagome, wait for me, I’ll go with you! Hanako, come back here right now- Oh Kumiko, not you too!”

Shaking her head and smiling as the young mother ran after the giggling twins, Kagome continued on toward the light-speckled forest path, warm sunlight draping her shoulders comfortingly. She’d been feeling so stiff and tired lately, and her body was aching for some relaxation. “Don’t worry Sango” she called back, almost sighing at how perfect and pleasant a day it was, “I’m just taking a quick dip in the river- I’ll be back before you know it!”

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Babysitting Blues

Genre : fluff
Summary : Chanyeol’s been tasked with looking after his nephew, but soon enough he calls you needing urgent reinforcement.

“What’s with all the crying? I thought you were a big boy,” you say, your eyes playfully squint.

He points to Chanyeol. “It’s him!” he says with a cry quickly following his words.

“Oh no! What did that long monster do-”

“Hey!”  

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Undercover

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 5363

Author’s Note: So, this was supposed to be done a long time ago, but I couldn’t like, I didn’t feel like writing smut cause it always discourages me, but I finally finished it! Mitch was the result of the survey and someone had provided this idea, although it’s slightly different, so thank you! I hope you guys enjoy it! Thank you to my lovely best friend @mf-despair-queen for proofreading this for me!


Originally posted by dylanobrienbr


I’ve been working under Stan for a couple years now, even before he brought in new recruits. I’m the only women that he had taken under his wing and I couldn’t be anymore grateful. He took me away from my fucked up home life and made me feel loved again. I saw Stan as a father figure now since my actual father died in combat and my step father is a fucking piece of shit who beats his wife and daughter. While he was training the new recruits, he sent me out on many missions, not wanting me to meet them yet since he didn’t know how they’d feel about a women being in this profession.

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