i hate you and your stupid smile

How I relate to Hamilton Songs

Me: I am not throwing away my shot
Also me: *throws crippled paper* *misses* Gdi.

Me: *should be doing essay*
Me: John Jay got sick after writing five….
Me: Same.

Me: *looks at Daveed Diggs*
Me: BOY, YOU GOT ME HELPLESSS~~~~~

Me: I should listen to other music now….
Me: *looks at Hamilton Soundtrack*
Me: Lord, show me how to say no to this.

Me: *cooking*
Me: I hope that you burn.

Me: *goes on hiatus on roleplay blogs*
Me: *comes back* WHAT DID I MISS

Me: *looks at grades*
Me: B?
Me: I will never be satisfied.

Friend: *talks about basic shit*
Me: *puts hand on her lips*
Me: Lemme offer you some free advice.
Me: Talk less, smile more.

Me: *during Confession*
Priest: What sin have you done, child?
Me: First of all, bear in mind….
Me: Hate the sin, love the sinner.

Friend: *makes stupid decision*
Me: You must be out of your G O D D A M N  M I N D

Might I just say @mortemistrata that I was a little unsure about this prompt at first, but I had so much fun writing this! 

“Good morning, Keith.”

Keith froze with one eyebrow arched. He slowly studied the brunet in front of him. “No ‘mullet’ this morning?”

“That would be rude,” Lance said, lips curled into a frown.

Keith’s face fell until he was matching the brunet’s expression. “Are you okay?” He zeroed in on small details, like the way Lance’s normally tan skin looked slightly washed out or the dark, bruised circles under Lance’s almost lifeless eyes.

“Of course.” Lance replied, tone even. “We should go before we are late to breakfast.”

Keith absently nodded, brows furrowed deeply, as he followed the brunet into the dining hall.

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Too Nice || Jeff Atkins x Reader

mmmMMMM JEff and EuuGH BrycE

Word Count: 817

Warnings: Bryce Has Grabby Hands

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    When Jeff’s car pulled into the driveway of Bryce Walker’s house, it was already swarming with wasted teens. You grimaced, pressing back into the seat, your hands clutching at the seat belt; the only thing between you and the biggest party of the year.

    “Do you need help with that?” Jeff asked.

    Before you could reply, he had leaned over and clicked the buckle. The belt snapped back, leaving you feeling vulnerable, and a little nauseous. It didn’t make it any better when he moved to climb out of the car. He jogged over to your side, pulling open the door and reaching a hand out for you to take.

    You shook your head. “I can’t.”

    “It’s fine, Y/N. I’ll be right by your side the entire time,” he said. He had to dip down a fair amount to lock his hands around your wrists. “Give it like ten minutes, and if you’re not having fun we’ll turn around and go home.”

    You relented, letting him pull you out of the seat and against his chest. His hands ghosted across your lower back, fingertips trailing along the curves of your spine. He had that look on his face again. The one where he gets that little, crooked smile, and his eyes can’t seem to look at anything but you. Or, more specifically, your face.

    “God, I love you,” he said quietly, bringing his nose down to boop yours.

    “I love you too, but I’m going to hate you if I embarrass myself,” you replied.

    He chuckled, a low, deep sound that rumbled through his chest and into yours. “If you embarrass yourself, I’ll do something stupid to take the attention away from you.”

    You nodded. “Okay, deal.”

    He pulled away and the two of you started towards the house. It wasn’t too long of a walk from the driveway before you were slipping through the door. Jeff ushered you through crowds of people—all either greeting him with smiles and pats on the back, or being too drunk to know he was there. He stopped you near the living room, pointing you towards an empty love seat.

    “Save me a spot,” he said. “I’m going to go get us some beer.”

    You grabbed his arm, hoping you didn’t look as panicked on the outside and you felt on the inside. “I’ll go with you. I don’t want to be left alone.”

    “It’ll only take a second. Just try to relax.” He shrugged you off, planting a quick kiss on your forehead before disappearing into the crowd.

    You settled down onto the love seat, watching the crowd as they danced to a song blasting from an expensive looking radio. You didn’t notice Bryce approaching until he was already stretched out next to you, an arm thrown around your shoulders. He was manspreading to the point that you were forced to press uncomfortably against the arm of the seat.

    “Y/N, good to see you here,” he said, giving his trademark smile. “You never come to my parties.”

    You felt his hand sliding down over your shoulder, too close to your chest for comfort. You tried to move away but he tightened his grip.

    “I’m, um, here with someone,” you responded. “I should probably go find him.”

    “You mean Jeff?” he asked. “He’s way too nice for you. You need someone man enough to rough you up a little.” His hand had barely cupped your breast when you felt yourself being jerked to your feet.

    You felt a cool wave of relief flood through you when you looked up, finding Jeff glaring at Bryce with the prospect of murder in his eyes. “Do me a favor, and keep your hands off of my girlfriend.”

    Bryce threw his hands up in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t even know you were here together.”

    “You’re a liar,” you snapped. “You did know.”

    Jeff clenched his teeth, rolling up the sleeves of his varsity jacket. You slid your fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, yanking him backwards as Bryce stood up.

    “Don’t you dare start a fight,” you whispered, hoping no one had noticed them yet. “Let’s just go, please.”

    Bryce smirked. “Better listen to your girl, Jeff.”

    Jeff spat on the carpet near Bryce’s feet, letting you pull him towards the door. “You better be glad she saved your ass, or I’d put you in the ground.”

    You didn’t let go of him until the two of you had made it outside and back into the car. Neither of you said a word for a long moment.

    Jeff was the first to break the silence, craning over the middle console to wrap his arms around you. He peppered a long row of kisses down your collarbone, right where Bryce’s hand had been.

    You laughed. “What are you doing?”

    He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Getting rid of your Bryce cooties.”

sickly sweet, deancas coffee shop au, 1.3k // ao3

special thanks to @caslikescoffeeandfreckles @casitels @ialwayscomewhenyoucall @cenedrariva and @fairy-princess-cas for their help with the names of the drinks, and @wanderingcas for beta reading this!

They meet for the first time in a coffee shop. It’s so cliché like his life is a goddamn rom-com. Except for the part where Castiel friggin’ Novak is a- is an asshole.

Admittedly, he’s an asshole with sex hair and striking eyes – and Dean is, quite frankly, insulted by this; someone like Castiel really shouldn’t look so good – but he’s still an asshole and Dean is definitely not into him. For the most part.

He has some self-respect.

Anyway, they meet on a Thursday morning where Dean usually gets his coffee before class, like he does every day. Except today there’s a new guy behind the counter.

And, god, he’s- he’s beautiful. Can boys be beautiful? Dean thinks they can, and even if they can’t, this guy would definitely be the exception to the rule. Yeah, he’s fucking gorgeous. And maybe Dean loses the ability to form words for a second but he’s always sucked when it comes to crushes on boys so, really, it’s not his fault.

There’s a queue, and the guy is looking at him with an almost-smile like he knows exactly what Dean’s thinking and says, ‘Are you going to order or just stare all day?’

Dean narrows his eyes ever so slightly because rude but he doesn’t feel too offended because, holy shit, his voice. He’s probably taken what with his sex hair and sex voice; he probably had a very busy night.

The faint smile changes into him looking like he’s trying not to laugh at Dean. And Dean doesn’t particularly want to be laughed at but he also really wants to hear him laugh.

Flirting is Dean’s first language, though, and he decides he’s not going to be rendered speechless by this- by Castiel, according to his nametag.

‘Bit of both?’ Dean suggests smiling back, sickly sweet. Castiel raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, which Dean counts as a victory, and orders a caramel macchiato, and then Castiel does laugh at him.

‘You got a problem with that?’ Dean asks, affronted but also mildly stunned by his unfairly attractive laugh. Can laughs be attractive? Goddammit.

‘Not at all,’ Castiel replies, still with that smile and that voice.

‘Fine,’ Dean bristles, and he knows he’s being somewhat pathetic, but he can’t think of anything else to say and the line is getting pretty long, so he lets it go.

He also most definitely doesn’t think about Castiel for the rest of the day.

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“(Y/N) are you alright, don’t vorry I’ll get Bruce in here to make sure you’re okay,” Pietro panicked, zooming up to you as you looked up from the book you were reading.

“And why would I be I injured?” You asked, clearly not amused by his antics.

“Because you just fell from Heaven of course,” Pietro smirked, looking like he had just delivered the smoothest line in history.  

“Actually I scraped my knee climbing out of hell,” You replied on instinct, ignoring him and going back to your book. Pietro, however, seemed determined to get your attention, so much so he plucked the book from your hands and sped off somewhere else. Getting more than pissed you tried to chase after him, finally reaching your whit’s ends you turned the gravity in the area off. Pietro floated in the air, holding your book.

“Drop it,” You growled as he struggled to move without the assistance of gravity.

“Alright Printsessa, but only for you,” He chuckled before dropping the book into your hands. You walked out of the room, and with a click of your fingers, Pietro fell to the floor with a thud. Pietro only smirked after you, he wasn’t giving up yet.

~*~

If only Pietro wasn’t so hot, and you weren’t so stubborn something would happen between you two. Wanda and Natasha were on short fuses with you both, and Tony just wanted the pair of you to stop being idiots.

You walked down the towers hallway, nose in your book once again. Before you knew it, you were tackled to the ground, and of course, Pietro was above you.

“Sorry Solnishko, I didn’t see you there,” Pietro chuckled as he eyes your face. A raging blush spread across your face from the position you were both in before you pushed him off and stood up.

“You definitely did that on purpose,” You huffed before walking off once again.

~*~

“I swear to god if something doesn’t happen between the two of them I’m going to make something happen,” Natasha hissed as she watched Pietro try to flirt with you once again.

“Don’t vorry, it vill happen soon, I assure you,” Wanda responded casually.

“Your lips look so lonely; would they like to meet mine?” Pietro asked, leaning closer to you. You placed your hands on his lips, pushing his head back.

“No thanks,” You replied dramatically trying to ignore him still. Pietro huffed in annoyance before looking at you with a frown on his face.

“Oh come on katyonak, vhy von’t you play along for once. I know you like me I’m not zhat stupid,” Pietro huffed, smiling upon seeing the surprise on your face.

“Fine then. Are you a magician? Cause every time I see you everyone else disappears,” You replied. Pietro seemed taken aback for a second before a grin spread on his face.

“Are you happy now!? I hate you so much,” You groaned before getting up from where you were sitting and going off to your room. Pietro only continued to grin, maybe he did have a chance with you.

My Fake Boyfriend Part 10

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2960

Warnings: A lot of emotions, a lot of fluffy and a lot of against

@drinkfantasy thank you so much for being my beta.

You and Bucky enter the church hand to hand. As soon as you step in you have a bad feeling. “Doll, relax, I am here for you and it’s only a wedding, it’s not like you are going to war, trust me this is easier.” Bucky says kissing your forehead, he is trying to be funny but his tone is serious.

“How do you always know what I am feeling?” You ask sitting on a bench close to where your family is. “I pay attention to you, doll. You always bit your lip and you run your fingers through your hair when you’re nervous.” He says putting a string of your hair behind your ear.

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Random Assorted Starters
  1. “Well, don’t expect us to be too impressed. We just saw <insert person> in his underwear.” 
  2. “Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight.” 
  3. “The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”
  4. “Accept who you are. Unless you’re a serial killer.”
  5. “I did not attend his funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.”
  6. “It’s not true that I had nothing on. I had the radio on.”
  7. “When life gives you lemons, squirt someone in the eye.” 
  8. “If a book about failures doesn’t sell, is it a success?”
  9. “That’s why they call it the American Dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it.”
  10. “Don’t be so humble - you are not that great.”
  11. “I thought I’d lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while, it relaxes me.“
  12. “A word to the wise ain’t necessary, it’s the stupid ones who need advice.”
  13. “I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist”
  14. “Never miss a good chance to shut up.”
  15. “Don’t put your wand there, boy! … Better wizards than you have lost buttocks, you know!”
  16. “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?”
  17. “What makes big boobs and perkiness so attractive to boys? I mean, really. Two round, mounds of fat and a fake smile. Yeah, winning attributes.” 
  18. “Don’t gobblefunk around with words.”
  19. “I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.”
  20. “You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world!”
  21. “You should eat a waffle! You can’t be sad if you eat a waffle!”
  22. “Hooray! Hooray! The end of the world has been postponed! ”
  23. “Remind me, to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?”
  24. “I can’t decide whether I’m a good girl wrapped up in a bad girl, or if I’m a bad girl wrapped up in a good girl. And that’s how I know I’m a woman!”
  25. “If there were an international butt competition, <insert person> would win, hands down—or cheeks up.”
  26. “If at first you don’t succeed then skydiving definitely isn’t for you.”
  27. “I felt like an animal, and animals don’t know sin, do they?”
  28. “How is it possible to have a civil war?” 
  29. “Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck.”
  30. “When life gives you lemons, chunk it right back.”
  31. “What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”
  32. “Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?”
  33. “I’ve had great success being a total idiot. ”
  34. “This shit is easy peasy, pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie, muthafucka!”
  35. “Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.”
  36. “I’m bad and I’m going to hell, and I don’t care. I’d rather be in hell than anywhere where you are. ”
  37. “I was feeling the height of bitchiness.”
  38. “My head’ll explode if I continue with this escapism.”
  39. “I’m placing you under arrest for murder, conspiracy to commit murder and, I don’t know, possibly littering.”
  40. “If you’re trapped in the dream of the Other, you’re fucked.”
  41. “If you can’t do anything about it, laugh like hell.”
  42. “There are times when it is appropriate, even preferable, to get an erection when someone’s face is in close proximity to your penis. This was not one of those times.”
  43. “My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.”
  44. “Well, someone slap my butt and give me a hero cookie.”
  45. “Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”
  46. “To answer your question, you want me because I’m made of awesome.”
  47. “Vampires. They wrote the book on possessive.”
  48. “I have to return some videotapes”
  49. “I’m not the smartest fellow in the world, but I can sure pick smart colleagues.”
  50. “Of course you know, this means war.”
  51. “What I actually want to call you is a hell of a lot more unprintable than your name” 
  52. “’Can the sarcasm?’ Please, I always use fresh sarcasm, never canned.”
  53. “Nothing is funnier than unhappiness.”
  54. “You know you have ADD when Look A chicken - T-shirt” 
  55. “If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the up button.”
  56. “How very wet this water is.”
  57. “My goal in life is to have a psychiatric disorder named after me.”
  58. “If I looked like him, I’d want to have sex with myself. All the time.”
  59. “All I know is just what I read in the papers, and that’s an alibi for my ignorance.”
  60. “Hey, <insert name>. <insert nickname>. Fire! Flood! Earthquake! Revolution! Godzilla’s on the loose! Get up!”
Confessions | Peter Parker

Originally posted by marvelgifs

Peter Parker
[Y/N] = Your name
Word count : 1023

this imagine is based off three prompts, “What do you mean you don’t like Disney movies!?”, “Would you like to explain why you showed up at my window covered in blood?”, “What if I told you I was in love with you since we were kids.”.


You leaned against the ugly bright yellow lockers of Mid-town High. You fooled around on your phone, as you waited for your best friend Peter Parker. He has been constantly busy, his main excuse being his stark internship, and you wanted to spend time together. It’s been ages since the two of you’s last hung out and it was killing you, you missed your friend.

“Peter!” You called as he came into view with a crowd of students who had just finished their final class of the day.

He accompanied you by the lockers, uttering a simple reply. “Hi, (Y/N).”

“Since you’ve been so busy recently with, well whatever you’re doing for Tony Stark. I thought it would be fun to start doing movie night again! It would be a nice distraction from your hectic life and we’d get to spend more time together. I was thinking we could start tonight and marathon a couple Disney movies!” You explained with a cheery smile.

Unlike yourself, Peter was wearing a frown. “Uh, well I don’t really like Disney movies and-

What do you mean you don’t like Disney movies!?“ You exclaimed. You noticed a few people turn their heads towards you and Peter and you realized you might said that a little too loud, oops.

Peter shrugged. "They’re not my thing. Also I don’t think I can make it tonight, I have to do the Stark Internship.”

Your smile vanished and you grew upset. “Oh. Whatever, it was just a stupid idea. Your Stark Internship is more important anyways. I’ll see you around then Peter.”

The disappointed, hurt look on your face made Peter feel horrible. He hated seeing you like this and he hated how he was the one responsible.


Peter landed a punch to one of the thug’s face, the force had him stumble a few feet backwards, however he was fighting back with strength in the matter of a minute. Another one snuck up behind to attack ‘The Spiderman’, only to have Peter turn around with impressive reflexes and punch him hard in the gut. He fell clutching his stomach, leaving Peter with time to tie him in a series of webbing. With only one thug left to worry about, Peter was assured he’d be done here in no time.

Peter approached the thug ready to swing a punch, until the thug pulled out a pocket knife and knocked Peter to the floor. He figured the knife must have slipped because a small part of his bright red suit tore, revealing a large bloody gash on his forehead. He sighed, he definitely didn’t need this cut with the addition of the various others scattered on his body.

Before the thug could inflict anymore harm Peter sprung up and knocked him out cold. He tied him up in his famous webbing and left him to lie beside the other wrapped up thug. He disappeared from the scene, swinging from building to building.

Once he reached the alley he dumped his bag in, he grabbed it and began swinging to your house without even bothering to change out of his suit. The sad look on your face today, and from every other time he bailed on your plans was haunting him. He felt so horrible for disappointing you constantly. He decided it was time to finally tell you where he was really running off to.

Once he reached his desired destination of your bedroom window he removed his mask and tapped on the glass loud enough for you to hear.

You jumped up from your bed where you happened to be reading a book and darted to the  window. Your eyes widened in shock once you saw none other than Peter Parker in a Spiderman suit, his forehead painted with blood.

You opened the window before speaking. “So, would you like to explain why you showed up at my window covered in blood?”  

“Wow, you didn’t even mention the suit.” He joked.

You smiled. “Well sorry for being more worried about the gigantic gash on your forehead.”

“Is it really that bad?” He asked. “Aunt may is going to kill me.”

You laughed. “Come inside.”

Peter entered through your window and you dashed to your bathroom to grab a first aid kit. You sat Peter down on your bed and began to wash any blood off his face before proceeding to clean his cut. There was a comfortable silence, the only thing audible was both of your breathing.

Once you finished you finally spoke. “You should probably change.”

Peter nodded. “I have a pair of clothes in my bag.”

Peter began changing and you turned away awkwardly. Once he finished you initiated a conversation.

“So, you’re Spiderman.” You said.

“Yep. This is the reason I’ve been so busy recently.”

“That explains so much. Although, never in a million years would I have thought, my best friend Peter Parker is The Spiderman.” You smiled. “This is crazy, does your aunt know?”

“No! And it’s important she doesn’t find out.” Peter answered.

“Okay, Okay. Anyways, now that you’re here, how about movie night?”

Peter grinned. “Of course, let’s watch some Disney movies like you suggested earlier.”

Your face lit up. “Really!”

The happy expression on your face made it impossible not to make Peter smile even more, if even possible. “Why not. There’s just one thing I want to say before we start.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

What if I told you I was in love with you since we were kids.

“What?” You questioned.

“(Y/N), I uh, I’m crazy about you. I love you so much, and I definitely regret not telling you earlier.” Peter said with nerves to a high extent. When he looked at your shocked expression he quickly added. “If you don’t feel the same, i-it’s okay I understand.”

“Oh my God Peter, this is great! I love you too.” You exclaimed.

Peter regained confidence. “Really?”

“Yes.” You nodded. There was silence to accompany this until Peter spoke.

“So can I uh, kiss you now?”

You laughed. “Of course Peter.”

You both leaned in sharing a sweet, soft kiss.

Peek-A-Boo *Bucky x Reader*

Originally posted by seabasschino

(credit to gif over)

Summary: Bucky playing peek-a-boo with his daughter, he then has to leave to cut his hair but when he returns to play the game, his daughter doesn’t react too well to this new *change* of his. 
Characters: Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader


If there was anyone Bucky loved more than you, it was his daughter. She is his light, his beacon of hope, his little princess that he adores and would do anything for. From the moment he found out you were pregnant he was hooked, he didn’t have to know the gender, nor did he really care because he loved them already with everything in his soul. He was nervous from the beginning but when little Ava was born he was smitten. The look of absolute wonder was worth the pain you endured for twelve hours. He didn’t want to put Ava down for a second; he was so gentle and soft around her.  

Nothing had changed, even a year on; he was still captivated by her.

You remember the first thing Bucky had to say to you when you brought Ava home. “We get to experience life all over again. The first smile, first laughs, first steps. Food, so much food she has to experience; first day of school and first friends. All over again because of her,” the smile he held as he looked at her in your arms, unforgettable.

Ava was just as obsessed with her dad as he was with her. Her first word was ‘Da-da’, he cried for two days because of that- he still hasn’t fully recovered from it. In the beginning, only Bucky could get her to laugh, best sound, as Bucky calls it (you’d say that both of their laughs are the best sounds, better than music). Peek-a-boo is Bucky’s favourite game to play with Ava; it never fails to have her laughing, even now.

You could hear them both from your bathroom, ‘Peek-a-boo’ and then the loud, light laughter of Ava coming from down the hall. You could almost see it as you dried your hair, Bucky with Ava on his lap, her pink blanket covering his face before dropping it and pulling a face at her, her clapping and laughing at his silly antics that you don’t think she’ll ever get over. Once you were done, you padded down the hallway to the living room where Bucky sat on the floor, Ava twirling pieces of his unyielding hair around her small fingers.  Steve sat beside Ava, waiting to cut his best friends hair, he must have gotten here whilst you were in the shower.

You sighed lightly, “Bathroom is free now.” You call gently; Bucky smiles at you and gently pries his daughter fingers from his hair before standing up. “She’s not gonna like the change, you know.” You smirk as he rolls his eyes at you, leaning down to plant a chaste kiss on your lips before he walked off to the bathroom too, finally, cut his hair. You smiled as Steve followed, a bright grin on his face, it only made you chuckle to yourself.

Bucky had had the long hair since you first met him. Only ever trimming it before now, he had decided he needed a change, well he was going old school with this change. He wanted the haircut he had when he was alive in the forties; you couldn’t deny him of that, he looked hot back then too.

You sat and watched Disney films with Ava, secretly sharing some chocolate from Bucky’s stash, singing along to all of the songs. It was just under an hour when Steve emerged from the bathroom, a proud little smirk on his face, he sat down in the armchair with a smug swagger to him. Ava was too engrossed in the movie, Sleeping Beauty, to even look at her uncle.
Bucky walked out, a little hesitation in his steps but you were beyond able to comprehend how good he looked. You grinned at him, he smiled shyly back and rolled his eyes when you mouthed, ‘oh my god’ at him.

Ava, still oblivious to her surroundings, didn’t notice Bucky sit down and pick up her blanket; you frowned, you weren’t sure how she was going to react to this sudden change to her father. He gently tapped her shoulder, when she turned to look at him; she let out a little giggle and pulled the blanket away herself.

“Peek-a-boo,” he smiled brightly at her.

She remained staring at him, blinking slowly at his face and now short hair. She turned and looked at you briefly, going back to looking at Bucky with confusion and…sadness. Her blue eyes welled up, she huffed, and cheeks already going red and Bucky gave you a look of regret. Tears dripped out of her eyes as she shook her head, repeating the words, “No! No, daddy, no.” As if she was scolding him for making such a decision.

He sighed sadly, “It’s still me, pumpkin.” He tried to pull her to him but she pushed his hands away, shaking her head and crawling back over to you. “Steve, I told you this was a stupid idea.” He reprimanded his best friend instead, throwing the blame to him.

“Babe, you know this was your idea, I think it looks good. Ava just needs time to get used to it, that’s all.” You smile reassuringly at your husband; he just slouches against the sofa, staring longingly at his daughter wanting her to hug him.

Steve left shortly after Ava’s moment, she isn’t too happy with her uncle either. “That was a disaster, she hates me now,” Bucky sulked in your bedroom. “She’s never gonna go near me again, I’m the worst dad ever, I hate my life.” You refrained from rolling your eyes.

Instead of answering him, you go and give Ava her usual bath. Listening to her talk about how she will miss his long hair, “Did… dad cut his hair so I’ll stop playing wif it?” Ava asked in a small, vulnerable voice. You stopped washing her hair, frowning as she refused to meet your eyes. You called Bucky into the bathroom, where you told him what Ava said and left so Bucky could explain to her that it wasn’t because of her, at all.

“Why do you think I cut my hair because of you?” Bucky asked gently, washing the shampoo out of Ava’s hair carefully, she shrugged. “I love you playing with my hair, I know that it being this short you can’t braid it like you used to but there’s enough,” he smiled as she grinned at him. “Anyway, Thor has better hair than I and Natasha love’s when you play with hers.”

You walk back to the bathroom when it had been over ten minutes, stopping when you see Ava, dressed in pj’s stood on the counter, still managing to be smaller but brushing Bucky’s hair, using her princess hairbrush. Bucky facing away, making faces at the pull of the brush, catching your eye he grins at you.

“You know, I think it’s still long enough for cute pigtails,” You grin as Ava jumps with glee at you, almost slipping but Bucky catches her in time. “C’mon, let’s watch Moana and style his new hair,” Ava claps as Bucky sighs gently but smiles at his two favourite girls.

(Currently, having some other stuff looked over, so I quickly wrote and queued this. I’m gonna be solely working on finishing a lot of my series, you can still request but there’s gonne be a delay in when you see those. sorry. - Rosalee)


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Oh, Baby (Bucky x reader)

Word count:  1300

         “I was protecting you!” You shouted at Bucky, who was currently pacing the space of the jet. “You were surrounded by agents! What’d you expect me to do? Let you die?”

           “Yes Y/N!” He shouted back at you, turning towards you. “You were supposed to get back on this damn ship and save yourself! Now, look at you!” He pointed towards your bruised cheek.

           “I’d rather have a beat-up face than a dead boyfriend!”  You screamed back at him. Steve and Natasha were awkwardly sitting beside you, looking at each other. “You’re too proud, James. It’s not my fault that you needed help and were too pussy to admit it!”

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King of the Nerds


King of the Nerds


Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: fluffy, steamy, Jensen being fake moody (yea, it’s a warning), suggestive smutty stuff, language 

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic ELEVEN. The line requested was, “I’m just a regular boy who goofs around, pulls pranks, and makes jokes.” It was requested by @starswirlblitz  . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I am combining it with two gifs submitted by @torn-and-frayed. Hope you like it! This one was fun to write. I don’t usually write Jensen like this, but we all know he can get a little moody sometimes. It’s hot as fuck.

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Curly curly curly - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

#5. Doing each other’s hair. Heyyyyyyy , first request for something else than Marvel or DC ! I’m excited :D. Hope you’ll like it :

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-This is ridiculous.

You sigh for the hundredth times today, and ignore yet again his comment. He scoffs at your lack of vocal reaction, but doesn’t do anything to get away from you, which you took as a good sign. You resumed what you were doing, and turn your head toward the entrance door as you can hear John’s footsteps going up the stairs. 

Without seeing him, you were sure it was John Watson. You’d recognize the way he walked anywhere. Each of his feet on the wooden steps making a particular sound, unique to his way of climbing stairs. You’ve always been able to tell those kind of things…Most people pegged you for a crazy person, or a stalker, as you always knew too much about them before they even spoke to you. Most people…But Sherlock Holmes and John Watson. 

And sure enough, the door opened on a John whose hands were full of groceries. When he saw you, his face brightened, and you smiled back to him. You two became great friends, and John would always have a soft spot for you because of how happy you made his best friend (though Sherlock would scoff at that, calling him a “cheesy pathetic hopeless romantic man”…even though he was right). 

Sherlock didn’t even turn around to greet his friend, still kind of annoyed with you and your stubbornness to…brush his goddamn hair. 

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Take One

Take One: Scene One
[College Au! Taking an editing course with Christian]

As class came to an end your professor handed back your peer reviewed midterms. You honestly always thought peer reviewed was a fancy way of saying Your professor was too lazy to actually grade it themselves, but there were no complaints on your end. There was no way a classmate would fail you, they probably had the same anxiety.

Everyone was always lenient at peer reviews. Right?

“Alright Kids, remember to go over the discussion board, read the next chapter and start drafting ideas for the final” Professor Seo leaned on her desk, taking off her glasses. “Any questions?”

“Yeah, can I do a makeup midterm?” One of the kids in the back piped up.

She chuckled. “No make ups, but if anyone enters the film festival, that presentation will be used to replace their lowest grade, including a midterm. Next question?”

“Professor Seo, what is this?” you gasped turning over your paper.

“Is there a problem?” she raised a brow.

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1 | Tomorrow

BTS MAKNAE LINE X READER AU
WORD COUNT: 3,568 ?

WARNINGS: SWEARING, FEELS, ANGST, SMUT 

masterlist | ask | next


Looking up at the man you loved with all of your heart, you found yourself smiling like an idiot as he spoke, his deep alluring voice as smooth as ever, captivating you entirely,
“I’m so proud of you Y/N. I can’t think of anybody else who deserves this more than you do.”
Taehyung said as he smiled lovingly in your direction.

Taehyung was your boyfriend of 5 years, the two of you met in law school and fell in love almost instantly. He was everything you’d ever hoped for in a significant other, he was funny, incredibly smart and attentive, and the fact he was chiselled perfection and handsome as hell didn’t go a miss either. Tonight you were celebrating your new job, after years of bending over backwards and trying your god damn hardest you were finally a lawyer. Taehyung was the reason you even managed to get an interview at the Jeon law firm, he was a specialist lawyer at the firm mentioned how you had just graduated and were looking for a job, after a successful interview low and behold you’d made it.

“Stop it,” you whined “The only reason I got this job was because of you… Thank you.” You placed a firm hand on his shoulder as you leaned in, over the table to kiss him, the two of you had drank maybe a little too much wine considering your first day in the office was only hours away.
Taehyungs lips gently pressed against yours, he cupped your face in his large hands as he deepened the kiss, your tongues danced together in perfect harmony. There was no denying you were in love with him.

“Shit, don’t kiss me,” Taehyung whispered with wide, offended eyes as he pulled away from you, his chocolate brown hair swishing from side to side with his movements,
“My girlfriend is a big time lawyer now, she works for Jeon law firm, you might even know her? You know she will kill-” Your amused mouth crashing against his stopped him mid sentence, he was always cracking funny jokes and making you belly laugh into hysterics, it was one of your favourite things about him.

Suddenly his strong arms pulled you onto his lap, almost knocking over the empty bottle of wine that sat quietly on the dining table. His hands roamed your body from your hips to your collarbones, never missing a single inch. The moment the skin of his smooth fingers made contact with your shoulders and ultimately unclasped your red bra strap you knew exactly where the night would be taking you.

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Playboy

Originally posted by y-ta

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Johnny Seo x Reader

Word Count: 3,293 words

Summary: Johnny gets on your nerves. Of course, this makes Johnny want you even more.

You weren’t attracted to Johnny by any means. He disgusted you. He was a playboy, flirting with every girl he saw. You constantly saw him on campus, a new girl around his arm each time. You lived in the same dorm as him but if you lived on the same floor as the guys, you were sure you’d see a new girl leaving his room every other morning. Thankfully, you lived on the second floor.

It wasn’t that Johnny was ugly because he wasn’t. In fact, he was rather good looking. However, his personality was too much for you. He could be so cocky and there was nothing that you hated more than a man with a huge ego. He had the looks, the grades, and more. He could play the piano, too. But none of that mattered to you. He annoyed you. His very presence annoyed you.

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5

Stiles x Reader

Requested by Anon


Normally you’d cheer for Stiles, it had been a tradition since forever, no matter what one of you was doing the other would cheer you on. But today you didn’t feel like cheering. Stiles spotted you as he went to take his shot and smiled to himself, you were his lucky charm but as he swung to score you stayed utterly silent.

“Stilinski, we’re aiming for the goal not the carpark!” Finstock yelled at Stiles.

“Yeah s…sorry coach.” Stiles mumbled as he glanced up at you.

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Daddy

Originally posted by lovershub

*not my gif

pairings: klaus mikaelson x reader; kol mikaelson x reader.

warnings: fingering, oral sex (female receiving), sex, teasing, swearing; NSFW +18.

A/N: writing this challenged me a lot, so the feedback is really really important. i want to know if y’all enjoyed this. :)

word count: 3664


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Things Jack has said/ wrote on his whiteboard:

@therealjacksepticeye

“You’re not a bad person, you can get out of it and I believe in you. If no one else believes in you just trust that I believe in you.”

“Please keep your chin up. You may not see it now but you are a unique beautiful individual in your own way, so keep on fighting and stick in there.”

“I hope I can be there for you, as a voice as a friend while playing games with you. If anyone feels lonley or depressed or anything like that, Jack is here.”

“Sometimes you gotta have downs, to have ups. It’s not always gonna be fucking rainbows and sunshine all the time, that just doesn’t work that’s not life. Life is gonna kick you in the hoochies every now and then you just gotta get up and go ‘Hey! That hurt! That made me cry. But I’m gonna get up stronger from that and not get kicked in the hoochies again.’ ”

“You have to have some of the dark times to be able to experience the light every now and then.”

“Failure is not the end.”

“Sadness isn’t weakness.”

“It’s not about the final product, it’s about the journey, the experience. Being able to look back and say “I did this!”

“Whatever you like to do, whatever you’re good at, DO IT! Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.”

“Do what you do. Do what makes you happy. And stop trying to please everyone else, just be happy.”

“Be true to yourself.”

“Do your best.”

“Be more positive.”

“Sometimes it’s good to take a deeper look at yourself and see the flaws so you can work on them and become a better person.”

“Learn your weaknesses and fears. Embrace them, then no one will be able to use them.”

“People are just gonna hate you for really stupid reasons sometimes. And you just gotta power through it. You just gotta ignore them. Don’t take the haters seriously.”

“You make me smile. Thank you!”

“If I can make one person smile or laugh everyday then I know I’m doing good.”

“Do great things. Work harder.”

“Whatever you’re going through is temporary. Suicide is permanent. It’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem. I believe in you and whatever you’re going through you can fight through it.”

“So please, keep on fighting.”

“Go out there and show the world who’s boss!”

"Think before you act.”

I’m sure there are tons more and this doesn’t even include the countless twitter and tumblr inspirations he’s posted as well. It’s also one of the main reasons I respect him so highly and look up to him. Jack if you ever read this, thank you for making my world a little brighter everyday.