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How Far I’ll Go Spread

Inspired by the song ‘How Far I’ll Go’ from Disney’s Moana

This is one of my favorite, if not most favorite, Disney movies. In particular, this song struck a chord in me. I can relate to the feeling of being called to something, but unable to find the confidence to set sail toward that calling.

For Moana, it was the Sea that called her - that beckoned her to greatness like her ancestors. For me, it is becoming a pharmacist. Years ago I tried to prepare myself for pharmacy school, but could never truly take the plunge… and ever since I have been coming back to it, over and over… And now’s my time. The wind is in my sail and I’m headed off to see how far I’ll go.

I made a spread to help me pinpoint some of the feelings I have over the matter, and thought I’d share it with you all. It’s developed to help you take a good look at what’s holding you back from letting yourself follow your calling, and how it will be once you accept that calling in earnest. Hopefully it will be insightful and enlightening for you as it has been for me!

1. The Road That Leads Back

  • What keeps pulling me back? What do I need to realize about this that makes it integral to my path?

2. I’ll be Satisfied If I Play Along

  • What it will be like if I don’t go after my calling. Will I be satisfied?

3. What Is Wrong With Me?!

  • Why can’t I just move on? Why can I not make a decision to go through with it or be satisfied with where I am?

4. So Come Find me!

  • How to give in and let my calling engulf me.

5. The Wind In My Sail

  • A message from the Universe, hope and endurance to fill my sails and carry me forward!

6. The Line Where The Sky Meets The Sea

  • The true heart of my calling and why it’s so alluring to me… What makes this path worth braving the treacherous waves?

7. How Far I’ll Go

  • A glimpse of what will happen once I set sail toward my calling and how I will be changed throughout the process.

This is one of my original spreads. If you use this spread for any promotional services please credit me accordingly!

Shady hotel business.

WARNING: This post is looooooong. If you want a quick fix, this isn’t the story for you. If you want to dive deep into the layers of corruption where it’s all about the little things, then please read on. Also, I’m fond of lists.

This happened two years ago. I was twenty and a recent university dropout. I needed a year to empty my head, recover from imminent burnout, and make some money to help support my single mom and my younger sister (who’d just given birth with no father in the picture). I was a very insecure person at the time. I really wanted to work, but without a degree life sucks balls… until I got contacted by Mr B.

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Andreil 2

2. “You’re too young to hate the world.”

Neil wasn’t particularly keen on doing talk shows, even though he wasn’t in hiding anymore, and even though Riko was no longer in the picture to make unexpected appearances and ruin everything. There are just some things that one never quite grows accustomed to, and putting on a friendly facade for the media is one of the things Neil knows he will never, ever get the hang of.

The whole lineup of the Foxes had been invited to TV shows all over the country to be interviewed after their historic defeat of the Ravens, and while Wymack got them out of most of them, there were some offers that he couldn’t back out of. Which is why on one particular Wednesday, the Foxes piled onto the bus to head to an afternoon interview with one of the most popular afternoon talk-show hosts in the Exy world.

“Now listen up you rascals,” Wymack hollered from the front of the bus once they had started moving, “don’t you even think about fucking around on this interview. If we want to boost our public image and show that we’re honorable athletes and competitors, be on your best behavior. Dan, you do most of the talking if you can help it. Kevin and Matt, you two back her up. Neil, I swear to god, if you even look like you’re going to be snide I will have you off that stage in three seconds flat.”

Neil, seated in the very back with Andrew at his side, nodded. He thought he could manage to keep quiet for a 20-minute segment, especially if there were eight other people up there with him.

He was wrong.

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Summer Boy|| Jeon Jungkook pt.06

{pt.01, pt.02, pt.03, pt.04, pt.05}

Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smutty plot

Word Count: 7,878

~ Wow, I’m actually updating? Sorry I’ve be MIA this past month, I’ve just been trying to finish my projects and exams to finally graduate. Here is the next chapter, with one left to go! Enjoy ♡


The last thing I remembered was that kiss before we said goodnight. The warmth and dampness of Jungkook’s naked skin against my own. I remember looking forward to waking up with him still asleep and his arms still holding me.
But when I did wake up and found him sleeping in my bed; the only feeling I was met with was remorse.


Jungkook was sleeping heavily by my side. The sun was out early and the only reason I had woken up was because I felt the need to throw up. I couldn’t handle my alcohol after a night of drinking, and the liquor wanted to leave my system immediately. Jungkook didn’t even stir when I jumped out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. I pushed through the mess of my hair and let my head hang over the toilet.

After vomiting unpleasantly for a few minutes, I flushed the toilet and closed the lid. Standing over the skin and cupping water from the faucet to wash the awful taste from my mouth. My head was pounding with a major headache and the light from outside was causing my eyes to hurt. I splashed some cool water on my face as the events of the night before came to light.

I was in a state of foolishness, oblivious to the consequences and long-term effects of my actions. I was playing with Jungkook’s emotions and even my own. Regardless of what I might have felt last night, that wouldn’t change what was to come. The truth of the matter was that Jungkook and the rest of the boys were going home sooner than expected. There wasn’t time for anything else to happen between us, and I wanted to end this as painlessly as possible.
I heard walking and light talking out in the hall. Coco and Mina were always the first ones up in the mornings. In no time would they come knocking at my door for breakfast. I walked back into the bedroom, finding any clean clothes to put on quickly. I slightly jumped at the sudden sound of Jungkook snoring. I turn around to look at him, spread out in my bed with the sheets only covering his lower half. His lips were parted and slightly dry, but he looked good all the while. If I wasn’t sober I would have probably climbed back to his side and enjoyed laying there in his company.

 “Well, you’re up early.” Mina said, utterly surprised. I ran into her as soon I shut the door to my bedroom. Though, I walked passed her without saying a word.
 “No offense but you look like hell, (Y/n).” Coco said as I walked into the kitchen. I opened up the cabinet to grab some aspirin, gazing at the clock for the time. It was barely 9 o’clock and I wasn’t looking forward to what the day was going to bring.

I took a seat on the counter chair, brushing my fingers through my tangled hair, as I thought about my next move.

I didn’t know just how much Jungkook would remember. Hell! I wasn’t even sure of what I remembered. What about the things I don’t remember? One thing was for sure though; Jungkook stayed the night because I had asked him too.
 “(Y/n)?” Coco called out. I snapped my head to see her standing next to me. “You seem really out of it. What’s wrong?”

I didn’t know how to respond in a matter of simple words. There would be too many questions to answer if I did. Before I could prepare myself to speak, the back door burst open; Taehyung standing there with Namjoon behind him. We were all startled by the forced entrance.

  “Taehyung! You can still knock.” Namjoon scolded. He sounded in distress and Taehyung was only adding to it.

  “Sorry guys but we have a problem.” Taehyung explained.

  “What happen?” Coco asked, placing the rag she had been wiping down the kitchen counter with down.

I had never seen them so worried. Taehyung looked panicked the most, while Namjoon was trying to keep his composer.

  “Jungkook didn’t come home last night.” Namjoon said as they stepped in.
Coco and Mina began to worry as well and tried to comfort the boys to calm down before jumping to any conclusions.

  “I know we sound dramatic but Jungkook has never not made it home.” Taehyung argued before noticeing my lack of speaking, the fact that I was even present was surprising to him. He stepped over to me, his brown eyes were wide with concern and he touched my hand. He wanted to ask me about Jungkook but also wanted to know how I was doing.  After everything Taehyung was the closest one I had grown to.

  “Everyone else is already out looking at places he likes to hang out.” Namjoon asked if we could help as well. Taehyung didn’t ask me anything but only stayed by my side, comforting himself and unknowingly, me as well.

  “Would you know where he is by any chance, (Y/n)?” Coco asked suddenly.
It seemed to be an idea everyone else had missed besides Taehyung. They all turned to look in my direction and Taehyung’s hand fell off my arm. I felt like they were all gathered around my sitting figure, standing tall and intimidating. I opened my mouth to speak, any answer at all, but before I could-

  “I’m here.”

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Bloom (1/?)

This has been a work in progress for quite some time. It started as a response to the fact that OUAT seemingly cannot have a normal pregnancy on this show without it being traumatic or otherwise very sad. This is the result. This series will be following the arc of Emma’s totally normal, only lightly angsty pregnancy that will end 100% happy. That is my guarantee. No prophecies. No speeding up. A super normal pregnancy.

As for the timing of posting this…well, we could all use some fluff, and I’m not letting reality get me down. So, presenting, “The Happiest Pregnancy Ever”

Also on A03.

Why should I be unhappy? Every parcel of my being is in full bloom.
-Rumi

Emma tapped her fingers on the table, her nails clack-clack-clacking on the wood with each downward press. She listened to the steady tick-tock of the clock, understanding with sudden clarity why Barrie had one haunt his interpretation of her husband. 

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Her husband wasn’t home. He was at store working his way down the list of things she’d hastily scribbled before he walked out the door. The list was long, and she didn’t really need half the things she sent him to buy, but she needed him gone, not anywhere near her while she processed the impending changes to their life. He would be home soon, which meant that she had to decide just what course of action to take.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

The house was quiet. Whenever Henry stayed with Regina, there was a certain stillness to their home. Even when he was there, he opted to listen to music via headphones. He was teenager, meaning he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. She liked the quiet, sometimes. Other times, not so much. It reminded Emma of her time as the Dark One – the house barren, dead. 

It won’t be like that much longer.

Emma fingered the stick in front of her. It read “pregnant” in small letters. She sprung for the test that said pregnant or not pregnant. She didn’t want to take any chances with lines or ink. It was clear as day that way. No mistakes.

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Dating Kyungsoo/D.O.

- He has a special, sweet smile reserved only for you 

- Spending lots of time in the kitchen cooking together

- Quiet but supportive when listening to your problems and rants

- During tours, skyping each other every night and falling asleep together with the monitor on

- Buying squishy plushies for you so you can think of him all the time

- Cheering you up with the unexpected but still manly aegyo

- Sometimes, he’ll feel to shy to initiate skinship which just makes him more loveable

- Glaring at the other members(Chanyeol) for being too touchy with you

- Loving every second the two of you spend together

- Kyungsoo was the best friend that always took care of you

- You don’t know when you fell in love with him, but you know that he’s the love of your life

- He kissed you for the first time when you came running to him about being accepted to the school of your dreams.

- He thought you never looked more beautiful with your shining eyes and bright smile

- At first, he was too shy to hold your hand in public, but he could never refuse your puppy eyes

- Your first date together was at his house where he prepared an amazing homemade meal and the two of you talked for hours. 

- He planned for weeks to say “I love you” for the first time only to have you beat him to the punch

- Your first time together was unexpectedly passionate as Kyungsoo showed his love for you through his actions

- You have been living together for years when one day you came home to scattered rose petals, lit candles, soft background music, and Kyungsoo kneeling on one knee with a ring in his hand.

- Singing you to sleep at night 

- Silent treatment for days when the two of you fought

- Somehow, the two of you always manage to apologize at the same time and things go back to normal

- While he inspired you to become more humble and hardworking, you taught him to become more expressive and sociable.

- Lots of library dates and homemade meals 

- Karaoke dates always end up with him singing the entire time, and you listening in awe. 

- Competing to see who could find the fluffiest and squishiest plushies

- Kyungsoo smiling smugly when the other members express their envy of him finding his soulmate in one try. 

- There’s nothing more perfect than being each other’s first and last love. 

Royai: Possible ‘Secret Relationship’ Implications

I talked about this on a tag meme I did, and I liked my analysis enough that I figured I’d edit it up and add some pictures.

I’m going to talk about the reasons why Roy and Riza having a relationship in the manga could possibly be a thing. I am 80% sure that despite how clearly they loved each other, Roy and Riza did not have anything going on between them in the series. However, there are some points I want to make that lean toward them possibly being together in a romantic sense throughout the manga.

My main point is how comfortable they are around each other. Comfortable enough that she’s the only one he cries in front of. He holds back his emotions throughout Hughes’ entire funeral and only lets himself be vulnerable when they’re alone in front of Hughes’ grave.

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A lot of people say there’s a lot of unresolved sexual or romantic tension between them throughout the series, but I honestly don’t see that. I see two people who clearly care about one another a great deal, who, with one look, make it obvious that they’re in love. But I don’t see them really pining for one another or anything like that. They act like an old married couple. They don’t seem to act like they want to kiss or touch each other desperately. Which, to me, says that perhaps it’s because they already do. (This could be because I’m Ace, though, and I do not go looking for sexual implications in my OTPs, so maybe it just goes over my head all the time, but…)

Case in point, I knew my husband for ten years before we got married. In the first four years or so, we definitely were a couple of teenagers in love. We pined for one another when we couldn’t see each other. When in public, we stared at each other silently wishing we could go somewhere to be alone, we made out as often as possible. After about four or five years, the feeling of “I need to touch this person because I have a lot of pent up sexual and romantic tension for them” pretty much died down and we became very comfortable with just being around each other. If we didn’t hug or kiss for a while, it was no big deal because we had each other and we knew we could arrange to be together to do those things whenever.

My point is, Roy and Riza act like that around each other, which tells me that perhaps the reason they aren’t desperate to touch one another all the time is because they already do. They already do all the things normal couples do. They’re used to intimacy so why would they itch to touch each other 24/7? If they were as in love as they appeared to be, but couldn’t be with each other, I think they’d show more signs of yearning for one another. This, of course, could be because we just don’t see it since they were not the focus of the series and their relationship had no huge importance to the story (and Arakawa has said that she does not include anything that doesn’t need to be in the story), but I feel like, even with the amount of time they had been together, if they had never touched each other or kissed or hugged or whatever, they’d have a hard time masking the want they would have for each other. Their comfort in each other’s presence could be more than just them having spent a long time together.

My other point is the Barry the Chopper scene where Roy gets super jealous of Barry touching Riza and prepares to burn him to a crisp. Riza stops him and seems absolutely unfazed by his jealousy, which could indicate that he’s acted like that multiple times in the past and she’s used to telling him to calm the hell down.

Roy also gets annoyed again after they’re done interrogating Barry to see if he’s the real thing. Barry flirts with Riza again calling her ‘Missy,’ looking at her with hearts over his head. Roy is visibly annoyed in this scene as well.

My next point isn’t exactly evidence, but Roy and Riza did change clothes in a car together and didn’t come out of that looking flustered or blushing or anything like they might have if they were unused to seeing each other in various states of undress. I mean, yeah, Roy learned his alchemy from her bare back, but it’s not like he saw anything else. I feel like he’d still get flustered if he saw her without a shirt on, even if it was just her back, because if they weren’t together, if they weren’t touching each other on a somewhat regular basis, he’s just a guy in love and he’d want to touch her and he’d blush about it or get embarrassed easily when seeing her. Think about Ed in that scene where he was in the room when Winry was changing. He was flushed and embarrassed because he was a kid in love who had never touched the person he loved intimately before. So this one kind of goes back to my ‘comfortable with each other’ theory.

Oh, and also, that scene where Madame Christmas asks why Roy doesn’t just go play with Elizabeth. What kind of ‘play’ is she insinuating? And why does she know this is something he would do? And why do the other girls think they have a ‘chance’ now that Elizabeth has been taken by another man? What has Roy been telling them about her?

Anyway, these are all minor things. It doesn’t necessarily point to them being in an actual relationship. It’s probably more just evidence that they care for one another beyond that of superior and subordinate, but these are the things that do make me question whether or not they were actually in a secret relationship.

Side Note: I’m talking post Ishval relationship here, not young royai. I’m a firm believer that nothing happened between them pre-Ishval, not even when Roy studied flame alchemy from Riza’s bare back. What I’m talking about here are all the things that make me think they might have had a relationship during the series, in the time after Ishval and after Riza becomes Roy’s subordinate.

Sirius Imagine 6

Request: Hey it’s my birthday and I was wondering if you could do a Sirius x reader but it includes all the marauders and it’s just really fluffy and sweet but Sirius is I dunno he’s just the best

lol i 100% agree he is the best. and happy bday!!! sorry this took so long I’ve been super busy and i have to do my requests in order :( but anyways i hope u like this!!! 


“Y/n!” 

You looked around, trying to find whoever was shouting.

“Y/n!!!”

You looked around the Great Hall again.

“Over here! Over here!”

You saw James Potter waving his arms frantically. Remus was sitting next to him, his face red with laughter as he and Peter were watching Sirius with his head in the hands, like he was trying to hide from the world.

You walked over to the Marauder’s slightly confused. You could never be too careful around them, and prepared yourself for a prank as you approached the table.

“Hey guys,” you said, sitting down slowly next to Sirius.

James, Remus, and Peter were giggling like idiots and Sirius was trying to hide in his cloak.

“Y/n,” Remus said laughing, “Gue-guess what Padfoot just said.”

Sirius groaned and you got a glimpse of his beet-red face when he wiped his face with his hands.

“What?” You asked, suddenly curious.

“H-he, h-he- Oh Merlin I can’t,” Remus fell over.

“He said-” Peter began but James cut him off, howling with laughter.

“You, and I quote, make him ‘feel like the sun is always shining on his heart.’”

Sirius let his head fall onto the table and groaned. 

You laughed, “Aw, how cute. Someone’s got a crush!!”

Sirius lifted his head up and glared at you, he was still blushing furiously and trying not to laugh from embarrassment, “You’re my girlfriend!!”

“Still..” you winked at him.

“Ughhh!! I hate you,” Sirius put his head back down on the table. 

You put your head on the table next to his and he moved his so that the two of you were looking at each other.

You both remained silent for a moment and then both exploded into laughter. 

You both sat up and after you quit laughing you smiled at him, “Do I really make you feel like that?”

He moved his face closer to yours and winked, “All the time.”


ok so this is short but its super cute!! happy birthday!!

They didn't have to write 4.06 the way they did.
  • They did not have to open with the scene with Niylah, with Clarke remembering Lexa and being assured she carried her memory with her.
  • They didn’t have to make it Clarke and Bellamy that went on that trip with Roan, nor did they have to put them in the same rover from the start. Clarke didn’t have to ask Bellamy about Octavia, or have him respond with how little time they had left. 
  • They didn’t have to make it Clarke that was taken. It could have just as easily been Bellamy or Roan who was somehow apprehended. They didn’t have to feature them finding a body in a tarp, Bellamy’s complete terror before pulling it back, or Roan’s knowing look when he did and it wasn’t her. 
  • They didn’t have to let Roan call him out on his fealty to her. They didn’t have to put a knife to her throat and have Bellamy’s panic peak. They didn’t have to make him and Clarke share an exhilarated smile when they succeeded.   
  • And they sure as hell did not have to allow Roan to leave them to talk on that beach—serving multiple parallels to past exchanges. Clarke didn’t have to look so reproachful after she said how special he was, as if saying too much. And Bellamy could’ve left it at that, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t do that again after everything. She didn’t have to interrupt him—with their theme reaching its crescendo behind the final words. 

This episode was composed of deliberate choices to progress this relationship. For three and a half seasons, we’ve seen moments of complete devotion, desperation, and affection between these two characters. And yet, it has never been explicitly written as a familial dynamic or a romantic one.

For the first time in more than sixty episodes, we’ve seen clear steps taken to expose deeper feelings, both directly and indirectly, in both characters. We saw Bellamy realizing, perhaps for the first time, that the nature of his love for this woman could go further than he imagined, and almost affirming that as he prepared to leave her again. The writers stopped him, and I have to believe that it is only in delay of something inevitable. 

Looking at the span of this show, of this development (slow as it has been), I am thrilled. I have to believe that all of this was executed with real intent to move this beautiful relationship forward in one way or another.

First Words-Anidala 2017 Happy Skywalker Family AU

Leia had always been more vocal than her brother, babbling cheerfully at her parents while they held her and ready to scream the standard second she didn’t get her way.

She wasn’t even a year old before she said her first word–”Daddy". Padme wasn’t sure she had felt such a range of emotions when elected queen. She and Anakin were beside themselves, crying and laughing while Leia grinned up at her gushing parents and repeated the newly discovered word over and over.

Luke, on the other hand, was happy to quietly observe and let his sister claim the spotlight, most of the time. He babbled to his parents on occasion and enjoyed pointing at anything that interested him, but at a year and a half Luke had yet to utter even one intelligible word while Leia was beginning to form simple sentences.

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Smudged Whiskers

Summary: While filming Phil is not on Fire, Dan slips and reads a romantic question. Not knowing that Phil shares his feelings with him, he tries to avert what he had said, but Phil won’t ignore it.

Genre: Fluff, Friends to Boyfriends

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1,145


“Make a stupid face!” Phil screeched, sounding vaguely like a mouse. Dan obliged and contorted his face in a way that he never thought possible, minding not to smear the sharpie on his nose and cheeks. It was quite entertaining, but Dan knew it would never make the cut. It was too similar to the “questions” they had answered in past years.

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Baby Face

Request:  Hi!! I don’t know why am obsessed with this idea right now but Bucky having a crush on a new recruit but the team are always picking on her and calling her ‘baby face’ cuz she’s short and adorable so 1 day Bucky gets embarrassed and calls her that too (which kills her cuz she likes him) so she decides to show up to an avenger party wearing a really sexy outfit and heels and Bucky and her end up doing all the dirty things😂

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Language

A/N: I did NOT add smut in this one, as it’s SUPER fucking late, and I’m just really tired and didn’t feel like it. However, if you WANT to see it still, I may make a part 2 if it’s requested.

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“I don’t know, Nat. I’m just so tired of people calling me ‘baby face’ or ‘munchkin’ God it bothers me so much” Natasha rolls her eyes, standing next to me and wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“What do you care what everyone says babe? You’re fucking badass and everyone in this tower knows it, they just like to push your buttons because they know it works. But you’re better than that.” I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, I know…” Natasha is the one person in this godforsaken testosterone infested tower that I can talk to when I get frustrated. Ever since I got her 6 months ago all I’ve heard is ‘baby face’ this and ‘baby face’ that and I’m so fucking sick of them. I’m only 5’0” and I weigh 120lbs soaking wet. I’m not tall, I’m not wide, and I am fucking aware of it. I didn’t come to this damn tower to be badgered about it. Tony has a party planned in the next 2 days, and it’s a requirement that the Avengers show up, it ‘makes us look good’ he says. I myself, would prefer to stay up in my room, on my shared floor with Steve, Sam, and Bucky. My Bucky. Well, he’s not MY Bucky. Unfortunately. He’s the only one who hasn’t called me names, or picked on me. He could though, the man is giant compared to me.

“Come on, (Y/N). Let’s go find you a killer outfit for the party, we’ll show these men that you’re not a baby faced nothing.” I laugh, and follow her out of the bedroom.

-

“I don’t know, don’t you think this one is a little….showy?” Nat comes to stand next to me in the mirror, running her eyes over my figure, clad in a purple, almost princess gown. It just wasn’t me, I don’t like this much attention.

“You’re right. This one isn’t you at all.” She runs off to find me a dress suitable to catch the eye of a certain super soldier…

“Here, (Y/N) This one is PERFECT. Bucky will fall apart when he sees you in this tight little number.”

“Shhhhh Nat, you never know who could be listening.” She hands me the dress, and I don’t have to even put it on to know it’s a stunning piece. It’s a bright red, and sleeveless, except for a small piece coming around the shoulder, it has two silver pieces of sparkly fabric around the back, and has a small train.

Slipping it on, I know it’ll be a piece to draw attention. I, however, only want the attention of one man.

-

The night of the party has arrived, everyone has been trying to get the main party area prepared accordingly, including me. Ladders were never my friend, and I stick by that to this day. Does that stop me from climbing one to put up decorations? Nope. Nope it doesn’t.

“You better be careful baby face, don’t want you to fall and scrape your knee now do we!” Sam pinches my cheek as he walks by me, making baby noises as he goes.

“I swear on me mums grave, Wilson. If you and Stark don’t fuck off with that bullshit I will cut your balls off!” For good measure, I chuck the bottle of water in my hand in his direction. He ducks just in time, and unfortunately, Bucky rounds the corner right at that exact moment. I gasp, preparing for the offending object to smack him right in his perfect face. However, this is Bucky we’re talking about right?

He catches it with his metal hand right out of the air. He brings it up to his mouth, unscrewing the top and taking a big drink. I’m sure if I kept my mouth open any longer I’da caught flies. He walks up to me, handing me the water.

“Better be careful, Wilson. We don’t like to see baby face pissed off here, do we? Might tucker her little self out.” He grabs my chin with his flesh hand, listing my head to look into his eyes. He winks.

“Can’t have that can we?” He laughs as I swat his hand away, my face bright pink by now, and my ears are on fire.

“Oh my God Barnes, not you too!” I throw my hands up in frustration, taking my water bottle with me and leaving the area. I’ll show him ‘baby face’. Motherfucker.

-

“Oh damn, (Y/N) You look fucking gorgeous. The boys won’t know what hit them.” Nat fluffs up my hair one last time, finishing it up with hairspray. I stand, sighing and making my way to the door.

“I hope you’re right, Nat.” I’m still not over Bucky calling me that offending nickname.

However, I’m determined not to let it bother me! It’s not going to ruin my night.

As we leave the comfort of my room, I can feel my nerves sneaking up on me.

“Maybe this isn’t a great idea, Nat. I’m nervous…” She grabs my arm, pulling me with her.

“No no no, you’re not allowed to chicken out on me. You look sexy as hell and I didn’t spend 3 hours working on you for nothing, you’re going down there, and you’re going to flaunt what your mama gave you or I’ll do it for you.” I roll my eyes, chuckling and following her.

When the elevator dings, and the doors open, the lobby is packed with people, famous and not, wearing the most expensive gowns and suits they owned, trying to impress people, or just having a good time.

“Guess who’s at the bar?” Nat whispers in my ear. I peak my head to the left, seeing Bucky sitting at the bar with Steve on his right. I smile, only for my smile to be wiped away from my face when I see a blonde woman, dressed in a tight black dress, with the V-line way down past her breasts, so much so that they’re practically falling out of her dress, jump up and sit on his lap, and his left hand goes around her waist. My heart leaps into my throat, and my eyes well with tears. Any confidence I may have had all but washed away with watching them together. Natasha watches them, anger evident on her face. She stands up, stalking towards them.

“No Natasha, don’t. It’s not worth it.” She turns to me, her eyes hot with fire.

“Not worth it?! This man is crazy about you, he’s TOLD me so! And he has the NERVE to do this to you, when he KNOWS you’re going to be here.”

“W-wait…wait he likes me?” The sheer shock that rocks my body almost makes me black out. She doesn’t answer me, she just walks up to Bucky. I can’t hear what they’re saying, but I can plainly see Bucky’s eyes softening. He starts looking around, probably looking for me. I turn back to my drink, alcohol free tonight. I wanted to be completely sober to watch Bucky fall apart…however, I think I’m gonna have to change my mind.

I’m not alone for long, as a stranger comes up, taking Natasha’s place next to me.

“Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” My eyes rolled so hard in the back of my head that I think they might not come back. Sitting next to me, he puts his arm around my shoulder.

“Woah, Mister. I don’t know what you’re aiming for but I’m not interested.” He rolls his eyes, standing up.

“You need to loosen the fuck up, no wonder no one likes you.”

I don’t know what it is about it, but it just upset me and I’m just done.

“No, you prick. YOU need to stop approaching women who clearly aren’t interested in you then making them feel like shit when they turn you down! And for the record, you smell like sweat.” Stomping away from him and towards the elevator, I press the call button. I am so done with the night and I haven’t even been here for 15 minutes. I knew this would be a disaster. Should have listened to myself, I’m never wrong anyway.

As I wait on the elevator to come, I feel someone come and stand next to me.

“Look, mister, I said I wasn’t interested..” I turn to look at him, just to realize it isn’t the stranger, but Bucky.

‘Fuckin’ hell.’

“Hello to you too, (Y/N)” He stares at me, his eyes wandering the length of my body. His tongue darts out and licks his bottom lip, before his eyes travel back up to lock with mine.

“You look beautiful tonight….wow…” My face heats up.

“What are you doing here Bucky? I thought you had a date.” He sighs, running his hand through his hair.

“Yeah…look I’m sorry about that, doll. I heard you were bringing a guy and I didn’t want to look lame sitting in the corner, alone, admiring the one woman I can’t have….” I smile, my ears starting to burn.

“You’re blushing, doll.” I laugh, looking up into his eyes.

“Well, your flattery will do that to a girl. I don’t know if you know this or not, but you’re quite the looker.” His cheeks turn red, and he bites the inside of his cheek.

“I used to be, back in the day.”

“You still are, Buck.” He smirks, glancing at me out of the corner of his eyes. The door finally opens, and a load of people get off, just now getting to the party. Buck and I get on, and press the floor to his room.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the party, doll?”

“Fuck the party, Barnes. I have some new information I want to make use of.” He groans, backing me up against the wall of the elevator, pressing his lips to mine in desperate need.

“God you are stunningly beautiful…and I need you…” My arms go around his neck, and my legs go around his waist.

“Buck wait! We have to get to the bedroom first!” He chuckles deep in his throat.

“Alright, doll. I’ll behave.”

He didn’t.

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That little show that could

Bones ends tonight. And I thought I was prepared for it. When they announced that this season would be the last one I wasn’t surprised, and I was kind of relieved that at least we were having one last season to say goodbye. But I think it never really sank in that BONES. WAS. ENDING.

This is the show that has been with me for 12 years. The show that taught me what fandoms were and that introduced me to the world of tv shows. And as much I can like other shows, Bones has been a constant in my life. It was always there, It was able to cheer me on bad days, to make me cry, to really fall in love with these characters. To show me what a real OTP was.

And it really annoys me how people aren’t able to see past the fact that it is a procedural. How they weren’t able to see the cast full of strong and independent women, or the plots that were able to touch in such a wonderful and delicate ways issues like transexuality, animal violence, rape, religion vs science, foster care… And at the same time Bones could be much more funnier that many comedies.

12 seasons is an amazing run for a show, but it doesn’t make the ending hurt any less. Specially when you felt that this show hasn’t been recognised enough, sometimes not even by its own network. But I’m glad for the Bones family; cast, crew and fandom. Because we have loved this show so much that we have been able to keep it on the air for 12 years. And even when my focus has drifted to other shows at times, I have always been proud of being part of this wonderful fandom.

So I just want to say thank you. Thank you all for being here supporting this show. And we are not going anywhere… this is just an hiatus until we make the revival happen.

The Mighty Pine

PART 2

a/n: doing something a lil weird, this one is a historical AU where captain boomerang is laying low, working as a lumberjack in the 1930s. Please tell me what you think and if i should continue!!

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Warning: drinking and flirting

Captain Boomerang X OFC // Suicide Squad

word count: 4,050

Originally posted by nukacherrycolas

“Why am I not surprised to find you hidden away with your nose buried in a book?” A deep voice whispered in your ear, pulling you back to reality from the story. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing without looking exactly who it was leaning over the back of your chair, his mouth poised close enough that his warm breath tickled the skin of your neck.

“You shouldn’t be up here,” you reminded him in a light tone, “Did anyone see you? Do they know you’re here?” Turning slightly in your seat, you closed your book, letting it rest in your lap as you finally looked to the man behind you. The first things you noticed was the smirk under his scruffy muttonchops and the mischievous glint in his eye.

“Not a soul,” he replied in a low voice that was barely audible over the noise of the revelers below.

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Eunuch: Namjoon (Royalty Series Part 3 of 7) [M]

Originally posted by sosjimin

CONCUBINE | CHAMBERMAID | EUNUCH | ARRANGED | COMMONER | KNIGHT | ADVISER

Warnings: SUPER long read (2.9k+ words). Eunuch Namjoon. Angsty as hell. Treacherous as hell. Long back story. Adultery (cheating) and foul language. Mentions of death/murder? Lies on top of lies on top of lies. Oh and smut! It doesn’t end after the smut, though.. Read it! I hope you enjoy!

EUNUCH: Namjoon


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anonymous asked:

Lucio and/or Dva asking out a future s/o that doesn't think very highly of themselves? Like this two are amazing and famous and I'm out of their league why are they even giving me a second glance???

A/N: Just writing Lucio for this one, there’s a similar request that also asks for Lucio / D.va, so I’ll write D.va for that one. Hope this is what you were looking for!

Lucio hummed to himself as he made his way down the expansive halls of Gibraltar, sunlight pouring in from the innumerable windows. It was a lovely day, and he was about to spend it talking with an even more lovely person. “Oi, Lucio!” Tracer’s chipper voice called out from an adjacent hallway, “Hana and I are gonna play that new Kingdom Hearts game, you in?” Lucio let out a quick sigh, he’d love to hang out with his two friends, but he had something more important to do.

“Sorry Lena, I’m kinda in a hurry, next time for sure though!” Lucio shouted back, waving as he continued down the hall, his pace a little faster than usual. He was on his way towards your quarters, the two of you became friends the instant you joined Overwatch. Somehow Lucio was always the first one to greet new arrivals, managing to beat out Tracer even with her accelerator.

He smiled as he reached the living quarters, examining the number on each door, coming to a stop outside of your room. He paused for a moment, noticing the feeling in his stomach that was almost identical to the feeling he got before he went out on stage, chuckling to himself as he pushed the feeling aside for the moment. He rapped his knuckles against the metal door, finishing the song he was humming to himself as you opened the door.

“Oh, hey! What’s up?” You questioned, wondering why Lucio came to your quarters, you hadn’t heard anything about a mission coming up.

“Nothing much, you got a minute?” You nodded, leading him into your quarters, inwardly wincing at the state it was in. A pile of clothes sat on the sofa, a couple of soda cans littered the coffee table, and a large amount of papers had been scattered across your desk.

You sat down on the sofa, watching Lucio as he examined your room, his smile as bright as ever. He plopped down in your desk chair, spinning in so he could face you. “I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me?” The question hit you like a truck, sending you into a stunned state of silence. You and Lucio were good friends, great even, but you had never imagined him of all people to ask you on a date. You’d thought about it, sure, he was a great guy, but he seemed so far out of your league. You each sat in silence for several seconds, each one dragging on for an eternity. “That is, unless you don’t want to?” He questioned, his smile fading a small amount.

“No, no, no.” You stammered, searching for the right words to express your feelings to him. “It’s just… Why would you want to go out with me of all people?” The self-doubt crawled its way out of the back of your mind, how could you possibly be good enough to date the most famous DJ in the world? “I mean, I’m hardly a prize catch…” You murmured, turning your gaze away from him.

“Not a prize catch? You’re the sweetest person I’ve ever met, even Lena is jealous of how sweet you are! You’re the most honest and down-to-earth person I’ve ever met, that’s what’s so appealing. We get along so well because we’re both honest with each other, we’re both happy to just relax and take joy in the little things. I mean, just the other day we went bird watching with Bastion, I don’t think anyone else here would ever do that! You’re like the other half of me, and now that I’ve found you, I don’t want to let you go.”

You glanced back up at him, his smile was brighter than ever, each compliment he gave you was genuine, they were straight from the heart, you could feel it. “If you’re sure…” Lucio hopped up from the chair, making his way over to the sofa, pulling you up into a hug.

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.” He released you from his embrace, walking towards the door. “I know a great place not far from here, I’ll pick you up at seven?” You nodded, waving at him as the door shut behind him. You settled back into the sofa, mind racing about the date you now have to prepare for, smiling as you heard a faint cheer from down the hall.

It’s been nearly a year. The past is exactly that, unchangeable. I have accepted things about her, about me, that I never wanted to, and never thought I could. I am better than the girl that sobbed at the edge of her bed begging her not to leave. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt sometimes when I think about it too much.
It’s painful isn’t it? The healing. It isn’t predictable, you can’t prepare for what it does to you. Days pass so slowly but in the end, if there is one, it feels like a blur. Nights weren’t as bad as the mornings. I’d wake up with the sun aggressively peaking through my blinds to an empty side of the bed where she used to lay, and the pain would resurface. If I’m being honest, I still feel that way sometimes. Not because I miss her, but I miss the company of someone. There was always so much beauty in the silence of the first minutes of daybreak. Rolling over to the comfort of another warm body, so easily wrapping my arms around her, the way she’d squeeze tighter once she felt my skin on hers. It was like reassurance she loved me back without even opening her mouth.
I look in your direction from time to time, and I don’t see the home that you once were to me. It’s a strange feeling really, knowing so much about you, seeing what others don’t, but being reminded that you ruined me. If it wasn’t you, maybe it was us, how toxic we were but how I couldn’t bare to let you go. I don’t think I could have even if I tried.
The healing has been painful. I am subtly reminded of it during lonely mornings or the seconds where you glance in my direction.
I made the mistake of putting so much of me into you, that when you left I didn’t feel whole. You still have a few pieces of me, things you know and have seen about me that no one else will. I’ve decided to find comfort rather than anger in the idea that we both know each other in a way that only we understand. I hope you know there will always be a part of me that still sees you lightly, no matter how dark you made my world when you left.
—  the truth about healing
Chapter Two: Our First Everything

Lafayette x Reader 

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Note: Okay so I have to mention a couple of things, firstly I had to give Lafayette glasses because I can’t stop thinking about how cute Daveed looks in his glasses lately and I don’t know why and secondly I borrowed @writeyourwayoutofhell head cannons of what Lafayette is like when he sleeps. Also this basically has no plot it’s just cute moments and stuff between Lafayette and the reader? Like getting coffee when they first meet, the reader meeting his friends stuff like that. 

Disclaimer: I don’t speak french more than the basics so all my French comes from google translate. I apologize if it’s dreadful.

Warnings: Swearing, Implied smut (I was too lazy to actually write the smut)

Word Count: 2,192

Tagged: @ pearltheartist 

Originally posted by mirandasdaughter

Y/N grew up learning French, determined to learn it when she found out that her soulmate tattoo was written in French. She took French all through school, even when all her friends dropped the subject she stuck with it. She had to learn, had to be able to speak to her soulmate when she met them. Whoever they were.


Hercules stops a few steps ahead and looks back to see what’s keep Lafayette, he frowns when he notices his friend frozen staring at the girl. He comes to stand next to Lafayette and waves his hand in front of his friends face.

“Laf? Helloooo you okay there?” Hercules asks until he notices that his friend and the mystery girl are staring at each other’s exposed forearms. “Oh! Oh shit okay well, I’m gonna go and meet Alex and John you two stay here and get to know each other. Have fun buddy” Hercules pats Lafayette on the shoulder before heading off down the street.

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Wrong One Part Two (Jamilton)

AN: Whew! Finally done!

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @hamilton4starwars @hmltntrsh51 @theoverlordofeverything @megabooklover18

Request: A lot of people wanted a part two so!

Warnings: rape (brief, doesn’t go into detail at all) 

Word Count: 2,690

Part One - Part Two - Masterlist

It had been a few hours since Gilbert had come home from Alexander’s house. Thomas had spent that time trying to figure out what to do. He had always been terrible with other people’s feelings, which had only really become a problem when he started dating Alex, who was a bit of a crybaby. Not a bit of a crybaby. A lot of a crybaby. It was a lot to deal with. It was kind of cute, though. Just not when it was his brother who was making him cry.

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