i almost peed myself laughing when i got to this part

Hey, Peter!

Originally posted by tomhollandcouk

A/N: This was based on an idea that @thekillingquill gave me but I think it’s fair to say that i got carried away with it. I don’t mind though, I had fun writing it even if it took me a million years. Also, I’ve only seen the movie once so excuse any minor mistakes.

Part 2

Summary: Of course someone was bound to find the web fluid, after all, a drawer in a chemistry desk wasn’t exactly a world class hiding place.

Word Count: 4,308

Warnings: There’s at least a single swear.

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Issues - Part Eleven


Negan x you
When the saviours turn up early Negan comes face to face with one of the secrets Rick has been keeping from him. His eldest daughter.
Upcoming chapters will contain a lot of smut, suggestive rape, suggestive drug usage and of course bad language from the start.  
Word count- 2,456

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Part Eleven

The sea air blew my hair as the sun warmed my skin.

God I loved it here.

I could hear Mum laughing as she threw some stale bread at the seagulls. She was happy here.

Bang Bang Bang

What was that?

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Genre: Fluff
Character: Mark
Plot: When the rest of Got7 bails on Scary Movie Night, Mark is left to watch alone with his crush.


a/n - This was just supposed to be a cute little drabble but it turned into full blown scenario ^^;;;;;;


“Uh,” Mark paused as he glanced at you and then back at his phone. “The guys said they can’t make it. They’re out eating meat right now.”

You gasped before crossing your arms in a pout. “Without us?”

Mark chuckled at your cute anger. “I’ll treat you to bbq meats next time. We won’t invite the guys.”

You smiled at him, patting his arm softly. “Why should you be the one treating? We should make Bambam treat us out, he’s the one that suggested a scary movie night in the first place!”

Mark nodded his head, though he really would prefer eating out with just the two of you. He rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly. It’s not like you never hung out with him, but this was the first time the two of you were alone together and he couldn’t help being overly conscious.

“So, what should we do now?” he finally asked. Reluctantly, he added, “Should we just cancel our movie night?”

You pouted again, effortlessly putting another smile on Mark’s face.

“But I prepared so many snacks and went through so much trouble just to pick the perfect movie!” You linked your arm with Mark’s, pulling him towards the couch in the living room. He blushed as he felt you press up against his arm. He was seriously glad he worked out his arms yesterday.

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You and Me Got a Whole Lot of History

Originally posted by dolanslife

I’d been with Grayson for years now, and I knew for a fact he was the one, but I didn’t want to rush anything. When we were ready, we’d take that commitment, we are still young, we aren’t wasting any time. We spent almost all of our free time together just chilling out on the couch or the bed. 

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BTS reaction to s/o crying while reading a book

A/N: Hope you read it well !!! sorry for the wait loves :)


You were in yours and Namjoon’s shared room on the couch that over looks the city. You were curled up reading your latest favorite book, the part that you were reading as really angsty. Soon enough you started damping the pages you were reading with your tears. You choked on a sob as you kept reading, surely you actually did start sobbing. With heavy footsteps that can cause an earthquake Namjoon sprinted all the way up the stairs and to your room to see what happened. 

“Baby, baby, what’s wrong?” He asked you kneeled in front of you

“T-t-this book is so sad” you replied

Namjoon just stared at you and started laughing.

“Your crying over a book, I thought something serious had happened.” He said in between his laugh

You grabbed the pillow next to you an whacked him a couple of times in the face.

“Alright, I’m leaving.”


While Jin was cooking dinner for the both of you and you were reading your favorite book on the couch waiting for him to finish. This was the second time reading this book and yet you still managed to shed tears while reading it. Right now, the plot became very dark and sad the you full on started drowning in your own tears. Jin could her your sniffles and he quickly with apron and spoon in hand went to see why is his dear girlfriend crying. 

“y/n, why are you crying?” he asked you while hugging you

“This book makes me cry,” you replied

“You made me stop from cooking my best recipe yet because you’re crying over a book, really?”

“In my defense, you make over here on your own,” you told him giggling

He kissed you over ten time on the cheeks and left back to the kitchen.

“Dinner’s almost ready cry baby.”


Yoongi was staying late at the studio working on some things for bts’s new comeback. You were reading a new book that has you addicted. You can never put it down and Yoongi would get annoyed when he wants attention but you’re focusing on the book. You were sprawled across the sofa while reading your book and you got to the very emotional part in which the main character dies, you couldn’t hold your tears so you sat up and cried into the sleeve of your sweater. Yoongi quickly took noticed that you were crying but he knew it was because to the book. He could recall countless of other times he witnessed you crying because of a book. He turned around in his chair and started mocking you crying.

‘Omg,thiss book is soo sad, ”He exaggerated in a high pitched voice

“I-i don’t sound l-like that,” you said wiping your eyes

“Whatever you say baby, keep quite though the genius is at work,” he said

“Can’t believe I’m dating a jerk,” you said joking

“I heard that beauitful.”


You decided to accompany Hoseok in his dance practice, while he was doing all the beautiful and smooth he does, you were occupied with a novel your friend recommend. She was not lying when she said this book will have you crying like a toddler. Here you are crying in the corner of the practice book, you felt ridiculous but your sensitive. Hoseok turned around he saw that you were huddled up and crying, he thought it was cute yet really worrying.

“Are you okay?” he asked

“No” you replied

“Well, what’s wrong with you y/n” he asked 

“this book I’m reading is so sad,” you sniffled

You proceeded to tell him the plot and the reason why you were crying like a lunatic in the practice room. 

“Wow, I haven’t even read it and I almost cried as well.”


Jimin was in the living room taking pictures and videos because he calimed that “that’s where the best lighting is at” meanwhile you were upstairs in your shared bed reading a very good book. The book got serious and the storyline grew weary. The character’s husband has died and you found this part extremely upsetting. You started to tear up and eventually cry into your pillow because the emotion and the actions of the characters got to you. You then started to put yourself in the main characters shoes and think about what if that ever happened to you? 

“JIMIN” You yelled

Jimin could feel his heart drop at the sound of your voice without thinking twice he ran up the stairs almost tripping twice. 

“y/n, y/n what happened are you okay?” He asked as he bretahed hard

All you did was stand up and wrap you arms over his waist and rest your head on the crook of his neck. 

“This book made me sad,” You explained

He kissed you on the forehead and started to chuckle.

“Gosh,baby, I nearly peed myself because I though you were in trouble.”


Taehyung was next to you when you started o read the book and he proceeded to cuddle up next to you as you were focusing on finishing this book you’ve been reading. As he heard sniffling he quickly look up to see you with tears rolling down your face. 

“Baby, don’t cry.” he told you once he cleaned your eye

“I’m sorry it’s just so sad,” you told him

He started to kiss you everywhere and then he had the idea to start tickling you. You almost died when he kept tickling you for the longest. Taehyung pulled you in for a peck and said “I hope you’re cheered up.”


Jungkook of course was playing overwatch as you were finishing a very depressing novel. You hit the peak of the sadness in that book and started to cry because the girl in the book was having a hard time. Jungkook noticed that you started crying but he stood still not knowing what to do. He blankly started at the screen of his laptop while his girlfriend was next o him crying. Jungkook hesitantly put his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. 

“Um, are you okay love?” He asked timidly

“Yeah, this book got me worked up.” You told him

“Uh okay,”

You kissed his cheek in hopes of easing his awkwardness and visibly he relaxed. 

“Why do you have to cry when you know I can’t comfort you without being all weird.” he whined

The Dealer~chapter2~Calum Hood




Sex with Calum was always enjoyable but two weeks after visiting with him, I was already craving him again. So I did the logical thing and invited him to a party and asked him to bring some drugs. I didn’t plan on doing any drugs but I did plan on doing him.

He showed up before everyone else as he didn’t live around him. He had planned to stay the whole weekend so he put his stuff in my room before coming back out to roll some joints.

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Disneyland Adventures // Jack Maynard

— hello lovely. can you do an imagine where the reader and jack go to disneyland for the first time. thank you!! 

Today’s the day I’m finally fulfilling my childhood dreams. Today’s the day I finally visit the one of the happiest places on earth, Disneyland. Most of my youtuber friends, my boyfriend Jack and I are dedicating day or two to explore and have fun in Disneyland whilst we were in LA for Vidcon. Since it would be my very first time going to Disneyland, my inner child self was beyond excited. It was Jack’s first time too, which made it more exciting for me.

“Oh I’m actually terrified of rides”, I said, looking out of the window in the car.

“What no way!” Tyler Oakley gasped. “You can’t back out of any of the rides we’re going on, you just can’t miss out.”

“I’ll try not to have a heart attack then”, I laughed nervously. Even though I’ve been looking forward for this day my whole life, that doesn’t mean I actually enjoy going on rides.

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you”, Jack whispered in my ears as he put his arm around me which helped calm my nerves a little.

We finally arrived, Tyler, Joe, Caspar, Jack and I got out of the car and met up with Zoe, Alfie, Marcus and a few other youtubers. Zoe squealed with excitement which made me laugh. Before we even entered through the gates, most of our group have pulled out their cameras to start vlogging. My face immediately lit up as my eyes wondered around the magical theme park. It’s more beautiful than I’ve ever imagined.  We walked through the park, taking loads of photos with the people dressed up as Disney characters. Joe and Alfie insisted we cue up for the Californian Screamin’ roller coaster. Whilst waiting in the never ending cue, I was doing my best not to freak myself out of doing this, I absolutely hated going on scary rides like this.

Jack saw the worried look on my face. “Babe, we don’t have to do this if you don’t feel comfortable.” I was debating internally with myself, unsure of what to do. “Guys, you go on ahead, Y/N and I are gonna skip this one.” Everyone groaned at us but I thanked him mentally since I knew a big part of me didn’t want to do this. He grabbed my hands and we left the cue.

I let out a big sigh. “Thank you so much Jack, I’m just not good with rides. I know you wanted to go on it”

“Don’t apologies silly. I’d rather not go on it anyways knowing you wouldn’t feel comfortable at all. Come on let’s go have fun on our own.” 

Jack and I walked around the park hand in hand eating churros. Jack suddenly pulled me into the gift shop and bought us matching Mickey Mouse ears hat. I laughed so hard when he pulled funny faces with the cap on so I pulled out my phone to take selfies with him. 

“Oh there’s a haunted mansion, let’s go in it!” I jumped up and down excitedly, Jack laughing at my enthusiasm. As we approached closer to the ride, nervousness hit me but nonetheless I was still very excited.  

We were guided into the foyer and once the voice over began talking, it caused me to jump a little. Jack laughed at me and pulled me closer to his side, kissing the top of my head. The whole experience was very fun, which mainly consisted of Jack laughing at me whilst I would jump a little. We vlogged inside, but it was pointless as most of the time it was very dark. Jack held my hand when we walked outside, wondering around the park. We somehow ended up at a Mickey Mouse theatre show. I got us popcorn before we went in to sit down. The show ran for about 25 minutes, Jack and I enjoyed every minute of it. I was surprised at how much Jack enjoyed it, it made me so happy to see him with a big smile. When the show finished, we walked out and I felt my phone vibrate. I pulled out my phone to see Zoe calling me.

“Hey”, I answered.

“Hey love, where are you guys? Want to meet up to watch the parade with us?”, she replied.

“Yes of course, where do we meet you?” Jack and I walked to the destination Zoe told us to meet her at, we saw her and the rest of the group at a café. I joined them as Jack went to order us drinks, I asked them about how their day was going so far.

“Oh my god, Y/N I almost shit my pants on all of the rides”, Zoe sighed and I laughed at her. “I know you’re terrified of rides so you didn’t miss out on much”, Zoe said trying to comfort me.

“I hope Alfie taped your reaction”, I giggled.

“I actually bought the photo they take as you’re going down the ride, here look”, she pulled out a photo from her bag. I laughed so hard I nearly peed my pants, all their screaming faces, especially Caspar’s was too hilarious.

“I need a copy of this”, I said calming down and wiping a tear from my eye. Jack came back and handed me my iced coffee. “Thanks babe”, I said kissing him.

“Let’s get going the parade’s starting soon!” Joe and Caspar cheered.

We stood behind little children and their parents sitting on the floor. The crowd cheered as the parade started. Jack was vlogging the whole thing and kept recording my reactions to each of the Disney characters. As Prince Charming was passing us, he came up to me and held me hand and bowed down causing me to giggle. “Hey!” I heard Jack yell. I looked up at him and laughed at his frowning face. The person dressed up in the costume then jokingly held his hand up in surrender, saluted Jack then walked away. Jack wrapped his arms around my waist, enjoying the remainder of the show.

“Y/N, did you get that hot prince’s number? He was totally into you” Tyler said.  

“Well too bad because she’s mine”, Jack said smiling at me.

“Ugh guys stop trying to make me jealous”, Tyler joked.

“Babe, get in the shot”, I said taking out my phone to take selfies. Jack kissed my cheeks and I caught the perfect photo. I uploaded the photo to Instagram, with the caption ‘Disneyland with my one and only’. It instantly got flooded with likes and comments. The sun had set and we all sat on the floor waiting for the fireworks show. I was so mesmerized with the fireworks I hadn’t noticed Jack taking photos of me watching them. He then pulled me to his side.

“I’m the luckiest person on earth. I love you so much Y/N”, Jack said, melting my heart.

“I love you more baby”, I replied, kissing him whilst the fireworks went off in the background. Safe to say, Disneyland is truly a magical place. 

Thanks for the person requesting this!! i’ve actually gotten heaps of requests in my ask which is amazing so i’m trying my best to do them all for you. also keep in mind i’ve actually never been to disneyland in my life so i have no idea what to expect or what actually happens there. feel free to leave requests and i’ll do my best to write them for you! hope you all have a lovely day x 

The Mysterious Girl ( Peter Maximoff x Reader )

Originally posted by pr0paganda

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 (Final part)

A/N: Hi guys, this is the last part. thank you all for reading it, I hope you like it.

 Reader’s POV

˝ (Y/N), this is Thomas˝ Charles said, gesturing toward the young man in front of me. He looked older than Peter.

˝Hi˝ I wasn’t really expecting that he will be able to help me, Charles couldn’t so, what makes him so special?

˝What is exactly your mutation? ˝

˝I can control people’s minds, possess their bodies. Also I am able to stay conscious when I fall asleep. I want to teach you that and how to connect with people while you are awake. ˝

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In the space of a heartbeat

Blindspot fanfic. A tiny Jeller drabble. I have no idea where this one came from.

Weller got shot two days before their second wedding anniversary.

The team was investigating a drug trafficking ring they suspected was funding terrorist interests. They split up, Jane and Tasha going to investigate one business, Weller and Reade checking out another.

The first location turned out to be an abandoned storefront. Jane and Tasha questioned people in the surrounding businesses, but the lead appeared to be a dead end.

“Let’s head back,” Tasha said, just as Jane’s phone rang.

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Sunday Morning Jitters

I Have Loved You Since Series: Sunday Morning Jitters



Your fingers annoyingly tapped against the side of the bathroom counter as you stood there thinking about all of the things that could go wrong. What if you accidentally insult them? Or what if you slip and trip and fall on your face in front of everyone? What if you spill your drink on his mom? Oh gosh. 

Today was the first time you were meeting Harry’s family and the idea seemed all dandy a few weeks ago but now that the time has come, all you wanted to do was postpone the date and crawl back into bed with your big, little lover. 

Harry, on the other hand was excited. He wanted to show his family the girl who completed him, the girl who made him laugh harder than Chandler Bing, and the girl who loved him for him

“Babe?” He leaned against the frame of the bathroom door, bringing his arms crossed on his chest. “What are you thinking about?” 

His voice was small, hushed, angelic. 

You shrugged, bringing your bottom lip in between your teeth. “What if they don’t like me? What if I make a fool of myself and they end up hating me?” 

Harry’s smile fell and his arms quickly rushed over to wrap themselves around you. He pulled you in and you tucked your head under his chin. His one hand rested on your waist while the other gently stroked your hair. “That’s ridiculous, my love,” he began. “They’ll love you. They’ll love you so much and even if they don’t, it’s okay.”

You pulled away, your hand pushing against his chest and your eyebrows furrowing into more distress. 

“Because I’ll still love you,” he finished, watching your tiny frown turn into a loving smile. “Remember when the fans found out? They loved you, they couldn’t talking about you for weeks. You were practically trending on Twitter, babe.” 

You chuckled, shaking your head, “This isn’t about your fans anymore. It’s your family.”

He shook his head, “Nothing is different. Okay?” 


He pressed a kiss to your forehead before brushing his finger along your temple to tuck the little hairs behind your ear. His dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth and his charming grin formed. 

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you more, Sugar,” he marveled. “Now why don’t you get dressed so I can show my family my beautiful, stunning girlfriend?” 


Harry could feel your knee shaking from the passenger side. He reached over the console and laced his fingers with yours, hoping you’d relax a bit. You held on tight and you could feel your stomach twist into knots the closer you got to the house. 

Anne and Robin had planned a Sunday barbecue along with Harry’s dad, Des. Not only were you meeting his stepfather but his father as well. Luckily, Gemma would be there; you’ve met a couple of times and she was quite fond of you as you were with her. 

Harry pulled up into the driveway of the unfamiliar white house and set the car in park before pulling the key out of the ignition. He found you gaping at him at the corner of his eye and a small chuckle left him before he leaned over to kiss the corner of your lips. “Are you ready?” He asked.

You nodded without saying a word. A warm, almost relieved smile formed on his face before he came around to open the door for you. He held out his hand and helped you out of the car before interlocking his fingers with yours to lead you up the porch. 

He knocked gently as his grip on your hand tightened. He had to admit he was a bit nervous as well. He loved you very much and the thought of his family not liking you the way he’d hope, scared the hell out of him. 

The front door swung open and a woman who did not look forty at all greeted you with a big smile. “Harry, darling!” Anne chirped, throwing her arms around Harry. 

“Hi Mum,” Harry mumbled against her shoulder, rubbing her back. “How are ya?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she pulled back with the same, lovely smile. “And you must be the pretty girl he’s been telling everyone about! Oh my, you really are gorgeous!”

You could feel your cheeks turn red as a small giggle escaped your lips. You held out your shaky hand while Harry introduced you. “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Styles!” You managed to say.

“Cox. Soon to be Twist,” she chuckled. “But please, call me Anne! Come on in, everyone’s already out back.”


“Mumm,” Harry whined. “Enough with the stories, please? Keep going and she’ll leave me!” 

The whole family laughed as Harry’s cheeks turned red from all the stories Anne and Des had been sharing about him. He was sat on the floor beside you while you were seated in the chair in the corner of the den. You ran your fingers through his hair, fixing a few strands that fell out of place. “You can’t get rid of my that easily,” you smiled. “What happened next?” 

Harry’s eyes widen and he was quick to stop his mother from continuing the humiliating story, “No, no, no. Absolutely not, you mustn’t hear what happened next,” he cried.

“Oh c’mon, it was years ago son!” Des laughed with a beer in hand. 

“Centuries could pass and I still wouldn’t want her to hear what happened!” He countered.

“No, c’mon, what happened next?” You urged with a smirk on your face. Your arm slipped around Harry’s shoulder to stop him from objecting anyone who was willing to reveal the next part. 

“He peed himself!” Gemma snorted, clapping her hands together.

The room filled with laughter and cackles as Harry buried his face into his palms. “For fuck’s sake,” he mumbled, shaking his head.

You continued to laugh before you took a minute to realize you were sat in a room with the closest people to Harry. You felt so welcomed and happy. There was no worry in this house, only love and you suddenly forgot why you were ever so nervous. 


“Alright, bye Mum,” Harry hugged Anne one last time before giving a wave to everyone else. 

“Goodbye, my love. Drive safe!” She shouted, waving to the both of you as you stepped down the porch. She stood with a glass of wine in her hand and Robin standing behind her as she watched the car pull out of the driveway. 

“My baby’s in love,” she marveled. Robin wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“He is.”


“Why couldn’t we stay at my place tonight?” Harry mumbled as he continued to shift in your bed. 

“Because I have class tomorrow and you’re a baby and refuse to sleep alone,” you teased, pulling back the duvet and climbing in bed with him. 

He was quick to pull you to his chest, leaving no space in between you two. You nuzzled your head further into his neck before he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “So?”

“So,” you repeated. 

“What are you thinking now?” He wondered, drawing circles at the small of your back. Your eyes drifted closed while you began to outline the shape of his swallows. 

“I think,” you whispered, moving your head up to look him in the eyes. “If it’s possible… that I love you even more than I did before.” 

The little dimples reappeared once again as his smile grew and his heart warmed. He loved you, he loved you so much and to think he was lucky enough to come across someone so loving, so genuine; he couldn’t help but to wonder how he had it all. 

He leaned down and his lips met yours. Your hand lingered, creeping up his neck to find its spot under his curls before he deepened the kiss with love and lust. 

You slowly pulled back, out of breath and you watched as his eyes drifted to the loss of contact. You brought your hand to caress his cheek and he nuzzled further into your palm making you giggle. You felt his legs push against yours so he could twist them into knots before he playfully peppered your face with small kisses. 

“Let’s get married,” he offered with his charming, inherited smirk. 

You chuckled, letting your finger drag along his jaw. “Hmm,” you hummed.

“We can, my love. We can do it tomorrow if you’d like.” 

“That sounds perfect, Harry.” 


There you go lovelies! Here’s prompt 2 (also previously named prompt 3)! Thank you to the anon who requested this and thank you for staying patient as it took me a while to finish this piece! I hope you enjoy :) 

Hope your day was well and feel free to leave me any feedback or any other messages you’d like. I’m always up for a chat. 

I love you sugars! Nicole .Xoxo

Younger Yesterday

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Yesterday he could’ve gotten away with pretending he wasn’t a pile of confetti for Y/N. That was yesterday, though, today’s a little different.

Requested?: No

Warnings: Implied smut, language

A/N: This is my first one shot on this blog so hopefully it’s not too bad :) This is a songfic inspired by Starving by Hailee Steinfeld & Grey. Hope you enjoy. 

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

You know just what to say
Shit, that scares me, I should just walk away
But I can’t move my feet
The more that I know you, the more I want to
Something inside me’s changed
I was so much younger yesterday

Bright blue eyes peered up at him and suddenly Bucky felt like his soul was on display, for her and everyone to see. Those damn eyes made him feel like an open book and it scared the shit out of him. He was nothing in comparison to the life in those eyes. Nothing.

Yet those eyes made him feel like maybe he was something. He was darkness you see before you die and she was the lightness in a summer’s day. He needed to walk away, before he tainted her, before she really realised what he was. He was froze in place and he couldn’t walk away, not now, he’s in too deep. For the first time in decades he wanted to know someone, and moreover he wanted her to know him.

I didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted you
Don’t need no butterflies when you give me the whole damn zoo
By the way, by the way, you do things to my body
I didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted you

“What’s up with you, Jamie?” Her voice reintroduced him to reality, and with just a simple nickname his stomach became an olympic gymnast.

“Not a lot, just appreciating the view.” A soft smirk covered his features as he watched her drop her head as a blush bloomed across her cheeks.

“You’re such a flirt, you know that right? All talk, no bite.” Her biting response wasn’t so damaging when she looked at him with that damn smile - Bucky had decided very quickly after their first meeting that her smile was the best thing about the 21st century.

“There were no complaints about my biting last night.”

“You didn’t mind the scratching either, Jamie.”

A loud round of groans and fake gagging coursed through the room as their friends reacted to their quips at one another. She threw her head back in laughter as she teased Steve and Vision about being prudes. Bucky knew he was too far gone now, he’d missed her taste and her smile and her everything for the past seventy years - he wasn’t about to let go of it now.

You know just how to make my heart beat faster
Emotional earthquake, bring on disaster
You hit me head-on, got me weak in my knees

Bucky’s day went on at a moderate pace, a certain person flitting in and out of his thoughts. Just as he as approaching the elevator an interaction from across the room caught his eye and suddenly everything wasn’t quite right.

Y/N was speaking with one of Stark Towers employees. More specifically, her ex boyfriend Mark. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to make out what was going on, but he couldn’t make out how she was reacting, or what she would be reacting to.

His heartbeat was skyrocketed and all he could think was how stupid he was. Of course she wasn’t into him. It was probably just a one time fling for her, she’s young and gorgeous, it makes perfect sense. Either way, it’s not as if he’d done anything that solidified any sort of romantic relationship. Last night happened, sure, but he hadn’t really said anything about it to her today and-

Before he realised what was happening, her arms were around him and she was pushing her head into the crook of his neck as hard as she could. Muffled ‘thank you’s’ were coming out of her repeatedly as she clung onto him. Confusion hit him in the face before he finally responded by wrapping his arms around her and manoeuvred them into a storage closet, out of sight from judging stares.

Yeah, something inside me’s changed
I was so much younger yesterday
I didn’t know that I was starving till I tasted you

“What the hell happened?” Bucky made her look at him.

“Sorry, oh goodness, this is so embarrassing, I completely just catapulted myself onto you. I am so sorry, I-”

Bucky cut her rambling off with a kiss and if he was being truthful with himself he wasn’t sure if it was to make her stop panicking or because all day he’d been thinking about kissing her again. As they parted, she let out a nervous laugh and ran her hand through her hair.

“Thank you.”

“Gotta admit, not entirely sure what you’re thanking me for Doll.”

“Oh! Well, you see, Dickhead of the century kind of cornered me out there, I couldn’t get away from him and even though I know he’d never pull anything here I still didn’t feel safe. You threw the daggers of doom into his back and he seemed to notice. He backed off just long enough for me to escape him. So I guess I’m thanking you for glaring so hard at my ex boyfriend that he almost peed his pants? Yeah that’s what I’m thanking you for.”

Bucky couldn’t quite figure out if he was more pissed off at this Mark guy for making Y/N feel terrible, or if he was more relieved that the situation wasn’t what he thought it was.

“I really like you.” Bucky blurted out the words before he could stop them. His eyes became saucers as he tried to put the words back in his mouth. “Shit, I mean, I get it if you don’t feel the same way. Last night was great but like, you’re young and free to do what you want, so you probably don’t feel the same way-”

This time it was her cutting him off with her lips.

“I like you a lot too, Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky let out an involuntary groan at the use of his title. Her eyebrows shot up and a devilish smirk covered her features.

“I might’ve been younger yesterday than I am now, but I know a kink when I see one.”

[ boo. ]

Summary: AU. I have gotten separated from my group at the haunted house and you work here and no of course I am not scared I just happen to like huddling in this corner, thankyouverymuch.

This is particularly dedicated to my lil pumpkin @jenmmorrisons, who treats me to her friendship everyday, sans tricks. 

Happy Halloween, spooky darlings! xxx

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She’s not scared.

Nope, not in the slightest. She is a grown-ass woman.

She just happens to like this spot is all. This nice, cozy seat atop a pile of…fake bones. So she lost the others. She’s fine! Totally fine. She’ll catch up to them in just a minute, she just needs a minute.

A loud bang elicits shrieks from a group of people in the next room, and Emma presses herself further into the shadowed corner that is currently her sanctuary. She squeezes her eyes shut and wills her breathing to a normal level, counting breaths in and out. In and out. In and—

She screams and nearly jumps out of her skin when a hand touches her shoulder.

“Easy, love. Easy. Are you alright?”

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So…like. There was some drama? Whatever. Just love and let love, homies. Life’s too short. 

So here. It’s the follow-up to this

There was a change, after. 

It was small. It was maybe insignificant. 

But it was there. 

And it was wonderful. 

There was a peace to him, a settled feeling. There used to be a recklessness about him, a wanderlust - and now, it was gone. 

Because she had said she loved him. 

He meant it when he said he’d marry her - there was an innate grace about her, a quiet confidence that he wanted for his children, for his grandchildren. He wanted to see that lovely face age, wanted to still be dancing with that body twenty years from now. He, who had always feared of never finding someone who could really anchor him, was just so deliriously happy swimming in the calm of her waters. 

She just…made him. Every bad decision, every stupid comment - it didn’t matter. Because all of those moments, all of those idiocies - led to this. 

To her

He would do it all over again. 





She had the distinct capability of seeing through him - of seeing the man, not the reputation. She saw through every line of his bullshit, read him like he was the fucking dictionary. He found himself showing sides of his life that he kept secret and private - not because she asked, but because he had to. He wanted her to see, to know - he wanted to show her all the parts of himself, because to deny her would be suicide. 

She asked nothing of him, or from him.

So he gave her everything. 

Being with her, loving her - it was…a blessing. A privilege. 

So he gave her everything he had. 

She deserved nothing less. 

“You can’t pet me.”

“Yes, I can.”

“Well, you can, but…you shouldn’t.”

“I should.”

“Okay, fine." 

It was difficult for her to exude the despair that the routine called for. 

She was just too happy. 

He made her so happy. 

He was, simply put - the safest haven that she had ever known. 

It truly amazed her, the story he was capable of telling, after just hearing the song a couple of times. Having skated almost all her life, she understood how hard it was to choreograph a routine, the time and effort it took to tell a convincing and emotional story. 

And he did it, time after time. 

He was genius. 

And he got her. 

And wasn’t that absolutely miraculous?????

She wasn’t ashamed to say she fell in love with his creativity first. Okay - so it was his butt and his gorgeous eyes, then his creativity - but, the passion that he had for his craft was absolutely admirable. She knew he said that she was the reason that he was able to tell such stories on the dance floor, but…it was a compliment the she honestly felt she didn’t deserve. 

She had seen him dance - she had seen what he was capable of doing. 

She was just elated to experience it first hand. 

But beyond that - through that, all over that - oh. She was just…in love with everything he was. He brought out in her sides that she didn’t know she had - demanded things she didn’t know she was capable of giving. 

He made her love harder than anything she had ever known. Deeper. Purer. The feelings he inspired in her were beyond words. 

Beyond anything. 

She felt…God, she felt real in his arms. Like a woman. Like his woman - the woman - the only one he’d ever want, the only one he’d ever need. Loving him - it was the most beautiful fire she had ever known. He made her heart expand and grow - she loved him with a passion and an intensity that was almost crazy…and yet…





Loving him - was a gift. A privilege.

And it was beautiful.

Author’s Note:  I understand that we can’t always agree. But - regardless of the argument, I want everyone to know I support you all. Because regardless of personal opinion, we all have a love for these two people who have inspired us. To create stories and videos and gifs and run our imagination away with speculation, ideas, and the rest of it. So this story is dedicated to everyone who gave us something - whether it be gifs, stories or that fucking awesome video Tricia did (i fucking almost peed on myself laughing), to Maggie  with her fucking awesome self, to Emma & her sassiness, to Sage who is possibly the coolest 15 year old on the planet, to Becky  who is holding it down in Dublin-town, & every fucking one on here who has absolutely fallen in love w/ these two & have the balls to go on this here internet & talk about it. Fuck everyone else - fuck those douchey assholes who spread hate & discord & all around bullshit. The more we give them a platform, the worse we are. Fuck that. So this story is dedicated to each and every one of you - you have made my days at work funnier, you have absolutely ruined my weekends w/ your fabulosity, & I won’t have ig'nant (yeah, I said it!!!!) douches ruin it. 

So get your heads back into the game, watch that frickin freestyle, eat an Oreo, & hold up that middle finger high up in the sky for all those asshole haters!!!!!! 

Don’t make me come get you. ;-) 

Sammy Daddy Imagine (part 2)

You can find part one here!

Also quick note; Thank you all so much for your positive messages! I feel so much better now! enjoy! 


“So this is it,” I sighed, holding the pregnancy test in my hands. The little screen still blank even though it’s been a while since I peed on the stupid thing. My mind raced with possibilities, “What if I am? What if I’m not? Can we afford to support another child? Will Liliana even want to be a big sister?” I sighed and sat down on the floor next to the toilet, my hands nervously attacking each other. “What could possibly be taking so long?” I thought to myself. I heard a knock at the door.

“Babe? You’ve been in there for a half hour, everything okay?” I heard Sammy slightly whisper. Liliana must’ve been sleeping. I smiled at the thought of her napping next to her new baby brother or sister.

“Yeah!” I rang back. “Just shaving my legs.” I lied. I heard Sammy pause, then he spoke again.

“Need any help?” He slightly joked.

“Get out of here Sammy!” I laughed. His footsteps faded away with a little chuckle every now and then. I turned to the tests. I took the first one into my hands, positive. My heartbeat rose quickly as I re-read the test. “Positive,” I mouthed. Still, tests always mess up! I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed Mahogany’s number.

“Hey Y/n, what’s up?” She cheerfully answered. Mahogany was always so cheerful and positive, that’s why I just loved being with her and trust her deeply. I sighed into the phone, smiling.

“I think we have a code pink and blue.” I laughed in disbelief. Code pink and blue was code name for we think we’re pregnant.

“No way!” Mahogany practically screamed into the phone. “Want me to get you an appointment to make it official?” She asked.

“Yes please! Thanks Mahogany, I can always count on you!” I beamed.

The next day, I drove over to Mahogany’s house, and together we head over to my doctor’s office.

“Hello Y/n! And Mahogany! My, the last time I saw you guys here together, Y/n was just beginning to carry Liliana!” Dr.Grey (yes I’m reffing Greys Anatomy) laughed to herself. Mahogany and I let out some fake laughs.

“Actually, Dr.Grey, I think I have a little Liliana 2.0 on my hands…” I stated.

“No kidding?!” She bellowed.

“No kidding.” I assured her.

“Well would you look at that,” She smiled astonished. “Well I’ll just take you in for some testing, see how the baby is and how far you are in your pregnancy!” She smiled. I nodded, comforted by Dr.Grey as I was last time I came here pregnant.

After an hour or two of testing and confirming, Dr.Grey consulted with me.

“Congratulations on your 5-week old baby fetus!” She excitedly cheered and laughed. I hugged her and Mahogany in excitement. “Now before I send you off, if you experience any severe pain, worse than morning sickness times 10, or bleeding, please call me right away. I have to say that miscarriages are very common in women. I’m not saying it’ll happen to you, especially because you already had Liliana, but I am saying you have to be careful with such a delicate baby living inside you!” She warned. She gave me this speech last time though, so I wasn’t too bothered.

“Alright thanks!” I smiled, leaving with Mahogany.

“See you soon!” Dr.Grey called back. As we were walking home, Mahogany had trouble containing her excitement.

“SOOOOOOOOOOO, how are you gonna tell him?!?” She interrogated.

“I don’t know? At dinner tonight I guess.” I answered truthfully. Sammy and I really weren’t about being big anymore. When we were teenagers, all we did was party and runaway on tour together. Everything we did was big and bad. Needless to say, by the time we were married and I was pregnant, we were done with that life.

“So nothing special?” Mahogany sounded disappointed.

“Hey, chicken fajitas are VERY special!” I laughed along with Mahogany. “But if you wanna help me…”

“YES YES YES OHMYGOD” Mahogany cut me off. “What can I do?” She smiled, almost tripping in the parking lot. We reached my car.

“You and Jacob (SHIPPING JOX RN) can take Lily-nugget for the night?” I pleaded. Mahogany sighed, but she loved Liliana so much.

“Of course we’ll take her for tonight! We love her! She practically has her own room at our house.” Mahogany cheerfully answered. We both got in the car and I began driving.

“Thanks Mahogany, you’re the best friend I could ever ask for.” I smiled, turning into my street. We arrived at Sammy and I’s house, as usual Mahogany was the first to be greeted by Liliana.

“MAGAGONY!” Liliana screamed, running to her and hugging her legs.

“Hi baby girl!” Mahogany smiled and laughed, picking up Liliana. “Y’all still haven’t taught her how to pronounce my name?” She laughed.

“It’s cute!” Sammy walked over to me and wrapped an arm around my waist, kissing my cheek. “So how was shopping? Need help carrying any bags?” He asked.

“Uhhh. Nooo. We just looked today!” I stammered.

“Gotchya.” Sammy ignored my hesitance.

“Anyways, Mahogany was gonna take Lily-nugget for the night, if that’s okay with you!” I inched closer to him. He smiled down at me kissing my head.

“Of course princess, I’ll get her stuff together.” He went upstairs. Mahogany made a gagging noise.

“You guys are so cute it makes me sick.” She laughed.

“I know” I gloated, walking upstairs to help Sammy.

“MAGA’S HOUSE MAGA’S HOUSE!” Liliana chanted behind me along with Mahogany.

After dropping off Liliana and Mahogany at Mahogany and Jacob’s house, I returned to Sammy and I’s home. I walked in to the scent of dinner already made.

“Hi angel!” He cheerfully sang from the kitchen.

“You made dinner!” I answered astonished, staring at the set table in front of me.

“It’s just microwave dinner put on a plate, but yeah!” Sammy skipped into the room. I kissed him lightly.

“You’re too sweet for me Mr. Wilkinson.” I smiled. He pulled out my chair and I sat down. He kissed my forehead.

“And you’re too sweet for me, Mrs. Wilkinson.” He replied. I blushed. He sat down across from me and began eating. “Man, It’s so quiet here without Lily-nugget.” Sammy sadly noticed, looking around our empty house.

“I know, It’s kinda creepy not having her around to occupy us.” I sadly agreed. Right now was the moment. “But you know what would make it better?” I asked, a smile already creeping onto my face.

“What?” Sammy smirked, thinking I was talking about hot and dirty sex.

“Sammy I’m not talking about sex.” I laughed at his face. He frowned.

“Then what are you talking about?” He asked, curious. I took a mouthful of food, and chewed to ass suspense. As soon as I finished, I spoke.

“Another baby.” I stated blankly. Sammy’s face froze in shock.

“You’re not-“

“I am.”

“YOU’RE NOT!” Sammy jumped up excited.

“I am!” I laughed wrapping my arms around Sammy. When he pulled away I swear he was crying.

“Baby I’m so excited! When did you find out?” He asked.

“Today!” I answered. He put his hand on my stomach and kneeled so his face was level with where the baby was.

“Hey lil baby! I’m you’re dad! Did you know that? I bet you did!” He kissed my stomach and hugged me again. He suddenly pulled away and looked at me seriously, “So not hot dirty sex tonight?” he asked giving me puppy dog eyes.

“Sammy…” I laughed pulling him into a passionate kiss.


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This is the Way You'll Remember Me

Inspired by Pride and Prejudice. “It is a truth universally acknowledged that no one touched or breathed the same air as Felicity Smoak’s computer, unless it is Felicity Smoak herself.” Girl meets boy, girl dislikes boy. Boy meets girl, boy starts to like girl. We all know the story, right? Olicity, Modern AU. 

A/N: This has been a long time coming! It’s my first multi-chapter Olicity fic, so bear with me. :) Like I said, the story is inspired by P&P, so things will be different. I also want to thank nocturnalwrites and awriterincowboyboots for being tremendously helpful during this process. Both of you are amazing, and this wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for you two! 

Anyway, I hope you enjoy :D

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Chapter 1

It is a truth universally acknowledged that no one touched or breathed the same air as Felicity Smoak’s computer, unless it is Felicity Smoak herself. 

However, it’s a truth only a few people know about, and when she comes back to her apartment only to find her laptop on, she’s livid. Perhaps not exactly livid – it’s more of a panic inducing moment followed by extreme nervousness and rage, coupled with an irrational fear of the computer running away and trampling over her, most likely stemmed from her kangaroo phobia.

Regardless, it’s her computer and unfortunately her roommate, Laurel Lance, clearly forgot how much it means to her. Her baby is more important than food and sex, providing her such comfort and intense feelings she knows no dish or man can ever give her.  Nothing could compare to how safe and dangerous she feels with her trusty laptop on hand, and Laurel’s body hovering over it absolutely terrifies her.

“Sorry!” Laurel exclaims, softly shutting the lid and flopping back on their shared sofa, a look of innocence plastered on her face. “It’s – I left my charger at Starbucks, and I had to apply for jobs, and I thought I could maybe guess your password?“ She sighs and collapses on the couch, warily looking at Felicity. “Please don’t be mad.”

“Oh, I’m not mad.” Felicity steps forward and dumps her house key on the table, slowly inching towards her computer and snatching it away as fast as she can. Hugging it close to her chest, she eyes Laurel and points a finger at her. “This is your first and only warning.”

Laurel rolls her eyes and smiles as she raises her right hand and promises, “This will be the one and only time I’ll touch it.”

Felicity sighs in relief and sits next to Laurel, the couch dipping from their combined weight. She opens the lid and quickly types her password, asking, “Still haven’t heard anything?”

“No,” Laurel groans. She covers her face with her hands and sighs loudly. “I never thought I would be an unemployed lawyer for eight months.”

“They don’t know a good lawyer when they see one,” Felicity reassures her.

Laurel scoffs. “I wish that was the case.

A grin creeps up on Felicity’s lips once she relaxes on the couch. As she begins surfing the Web, she can’t help but reminisce about their time spent together. It’s been nearly six years since they’ve met – Felicity was a simple nerdy MIT girl who chanced upon a cool group of kids who had friends at Boston University, one of which was named Laurel Lance. They didn’t start off as friends, but as they got to know one another their friendship solidified into something much better, and here they stand, living a decent life together in Starling City.

Felicity’s grown quite close to Laurel’s family, the Lances; Laurel tends to have a big sister complex surrounding her, and she took her under wing. Laurel’s father, Quentin, is loud and caring, an extreme softie when it comes to his daughters, while his wife, Dinah Lance, is a refined and polished lady, her warm hugs reminding Felicity of the mother she could’ve had. Laurel’s little sister, Sara, is an absolute firecracker, always getting into trouble but continuously providing laughs.

They’ve made her feel like she’s a part of the family, and for that she’s forever grateful. There are times when she feels she’s imposing on their shared moments, but they always make a point to include her, no matter how awkward it makes for her. She’s slowly coming to accept this is going to be her life now, and it makes her happy in all the ways she never thought possible. 

As for Laurel, she’s the confident and friend, dragging Felicity along to parties and networking meetings whenever they have the chance. When it comes to these two there’s no backing down from anything, a sentiment they share. It feels good having someone on her side, and the emptiness Felicity had grown accustomed to dissipates as she spends more time with Laurel.

Currently, Felicity works as a computer consultant at Queen Consolidated, traveling often and visiting QC’s various branches in different cities and countries, advising and teaching its employees how to use the programs she and her team designed. The gig pays well, and she’s happy with her current situation.  Her skills made her climb the ranks in a short amount of years, and by next year she might get another promotion, one which may bring her salary up to six figures. There aren’t many things Felicity’s proud of, but this is one of them.

Life is … good.

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