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The Bronze

Summary: You and the team decide to trick Bucky and Steve into watched The Bronze for your movie night. Bucky teases you about your crush on Lance Tucker after noting your reaction to the sex scene.

Warningsteasing, masturbation, smut (reader receiving oral sex)

A/N: Wanted to write a Bucky smut. What’s new? Totes not my best work but I wanted to write a short fic for you guys because I haven’t in a while.

Originally posted by vintagefangirll

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02. we don’t talk anymore

Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff, BestFriends!AU, Artist!Jeon

Ever since he had seen you play the piano for your music class, he’d been inspired by the complete look of tranquility that conquered your features as your fingered danced across the keyboard. He had made that tranquility his soul purpose of drawing. He dreamt of capturing that expression and gifting it to you.

Late nights, he was used to.

Sleepless nights, he was also used to.

But missing you was something he was not.  

These feelings were something completely foreign to him. As Jungkook tossed and turned every night, thoughts of you with him invaded his mind suffocating him. As he sat in his bedroom alone, his eyes frantically searched the room desperately trying to find traces of you. However, his effort was pathetic, it had been months since you’d been in here. Months since you’d seen him and months since he’d seen you. One would say he could always browse your Instagram or Facebook to see you but that was his biggest dread. Fear gripped him by the throat at the thought of stumbling upon a picture of you with him on any of his social networks. 

Jungkook glanced at his alarm clock, the glowing numbers letting him know it was just past 3am. The ungodly hour, you would call it. He smirked to himself remembering how you’d told him this was Satan’s time to lurk and if he was ever up he should go straight back to sleep or call you so you could sing him back to sleep. However, that never happened. It was always him who would sing you to sleep then he’d fall asleep himself to the sound of your soft breaths, wishing he was holding on to you instead of the electronic device.

He glanced at his phone which rested on his bedside table. It had been untouched and utterly dead for days. No one contacted him after you and he didn’t want to contact anyone but you. You were—are his everything. He reluctantly plugged his phone into the charging port. He should probably contact his family, let them know at least through text that was he was fine. His family were used to silence from him, he was an artist. When he was inspired, he would spend weeks attempting to finish his work in complete seclusion, all distracts turned off or turned away. Everyone was evicted from his work space, except you.

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anonymous asked:

imagine after magnus (and alec) took madzie in one evening magnus catches madzie drawing something on her neck, standing on a chair in front of the bathroom mirror and magnus smiling amused, but also confused "sweetpea what are you doing?" and she just says "papa has those. they look nice, i want them too." and magnus barely makes it out of there before he starts crying because madzie just called alec papa and he never imagined he could ever be this happy

I hate you all. Wtf, Anon, wtf???

*sobs in her corner forever*


got a new haircut and feelin good ✌ (they/them)

the windbreaker I got from @shoptrashqueen came in today, so good! and my favorite sweatshirt, designed by @slugspoon !

anonymous asked:

Who is Lauren Zuke? Why was she kicked off the team? Why is there drama in the fandom?

this is a conversation that occurred between rebecca sugar and lauren zuke many months ago. hopefully this will shed some light on the situation.

rebecca: (doodling in the back of the writers room)
lauren, in her varsity cheerleading jacket: (slams hands on rebecca’s desk) hiiii trigglypuff :)
rebecca: …hi lauren :|
lauren: what’re you drawing, something about feminism (which is cancer)?
rebecca: i’m just plotting out the 12380th character arc for pearl. in thise one, she cries over rose, endangers steven, and–
lauren: kek….are you KIN with pearl?
lauren: what’s wrong tumblrina…..are you #triggered :) :) :)
rebecca: lauren i know it was you who spraypainted “MAKE LAPIDOT CANON” on my my mom’s car
lauren: anonymous is legion
rebecca: she doesn’t even watch the show and that’s not the direction i want to take it in-
lauren: …whatever kek (goes to the bathroom and frantically checks tumblr to see if she’s been doxxed)

I’m hiding, but he’s out there 
Just ignoring all our history 

I’m really living for Voltron Be More Chill! AU right now

French (Snowbaz)

A/N: this was written for the prompt “it means go away in French” which the darling @iranau asked me to write!

Edit: I fixed all the French bits so it actually says what I was trying to say 😁


I stare at myself in the mirror, turning my head from left to right to make sure the wings of my eyeliner are even before heading out to get Agatha’s approval. Agatha and I have made up since the breakup and we’re much better as friends than we ever were as a couple. I’ve been hanging out with her a lot more recently (Penny’s busy studying for finals and hanging out with Agatha means avoiding Baz) and last night she insisted on doing my makeup, both of us laughing when I had blinked, smearing mascara all down my cheek. I liked the eyeliner though; so much that I decide to do it again today. I grin at my reflection in the mirror and ruffle my hair back a bit before giving up on that and leaving the bathroom. I find Agatha sprawled on her bed flipping through a magazine.

“How’s it look?”

Agatha looks up and a grin spreads across her face.

“Almost as good as if I’d done it.”

I smile at that.

“Now get out I need a shower.”

Agatha jumps off her bed and shuts the bathroom door so I slip out of her dorm room and sneak through Mummers House. It’s early so I can hear the sounds of other students waking and beginning their mornings but no one is out in the hallway yet.

I think about going to visit Ebb or find Penny but I know Penny will still be asleep and Ebb is probably somewhere way out in the fields so I’d be lucky to track her down. Instead I just head up to my room. Maybe I’ll try and do some homework or something. If anything I can at least see if Baz is up to anything sketchy and stop him.

The cloisters is even quieter than the girls’ dorm is when I sneak in. I shut the squeaky oak door behind me, pausing to listen for any noise before continuing up the stone steps to the very top.

I walk into my room and shut the door, loud enough to make Baz jump before turning on his desk chair to complain.

He freezes when he sees me, his mouth opening to say something as his sharp grey eyes rake my face. I freeze under the assault of his gaze, trying to prevent a blush and also smother the sense of pride at making Baz speechless. Finally he blinks, mumbling something that sounds like French before turning back to his desk.



It slips out of my mouth before I can stop it and I’m lucky that Simon doesn’t know French. He’s standing there in the doorway, rumpled clothes and messy hair. The dark eyeliner brings out the intense blue of his eyes and a burning fire ignites in my stomach at the sight of him.

I watch him narrow his eyes in suspicion.

“What’s that mean?”

I choke a bit, trying to think quickly. I’m not about to tell Simon I just told him to fuck me in French.

“Go away, Snow. It means go away.”

I sneer to add to the effect (and because I’m disgusted at myself for being so desperate.) It must have been believable despite besides my fluttering breath and hot cheeks because Simon rolls his eyes and stomps into the bathroom, slamming the door. I sink down in my chair and pull my shaking hands through my hair, sending all my thanks to Crowley that Simon can’t speak French. But finally saying something about my detestable crush on him lifts an immense weight off of my shoulders.

An idea rises in my head but I push it away with a shake of my head and turn back to finishing my homework.

A few days later I still can’t forget how it felt to tell Simon something true. Something honest. It was a rush of fear, but also relief at not hiding so much. The next time I pass him, I bump into him purposely.

Je veux t'embrasser,” I mutter in his ear. I want to kiss you.

I watch as Simon storms off, anger clouding in his eyes and can’t help the smirk that grows on my face.

I keep doing this every chance I get. The next time Simon accuses me of plotting I tell him he has beautiful eyes. When he wakes me up at an obscenely early hour because he’s being so loud, stomping around our dorm room in the mornings, I mumble about his golden hair. When he’s fast asleep and I’m sitting cross-legged on my bed eating salt and vinegar crisps I tell him how much I want to trace all of the moles on his body.

All in French of course.


Baz hasn’t quit it with the sinister French comments. He’s obviously plotting something. Anytime he sees me he starts muttering with his low, rich voice. I hate him. But the eyeliner seems to annoy him, which just gives me all the more reason to wear it all the time. Whenever he sees it he stares, openly, and his voice gets even more venomous.

I’m drawing it on right now, looking at myself in Penny’s bathroom mirror while she studies for her linguistics class.

She’s on her bed, the brightly colored quilt bunched up around her legs where her textbook is balanced. Her fingers are wrapped around a mug of tea and have brightly colored polish on them, spelled to change with her mood. Right now they’re yellow. Happy, I think. She sips her tea while I apply my eyeliner. Agatha finally just gave me some. She was tired of me borrowing hers all the time.

I trace around my eyes carefully and stare at the mirror. Satisfied, I go and sit next to Penny, bouncing onto the bed and disturbing her careful setup.

“Simon!” Penny squeals, holding her tea up carefully, “you almost made me spill my tea!”

“Sorry Pen,” I say, reaching for her tea to take a sip. “Got enough sugar in this?” I ask, cringing a bit. It’s startlingly sweet.

Penny huffs and reaches for the mug, her skirt riding up to her thighs.

“Got enough eyeliner on?” she replies.

I roll my eyes.

Baise-moi,” I say, mimicking Baz’s pronunciation.

Penny chokes and starts coughing, spluttering tea down her jumper.

“What did you just say to me Simon?” she says.

Baise-moi?” I say, a little unsure. Maybe I’m saying it wrong. “It means go away in French,” I explain.

Penny raises her eyebrows.

“Who told you that?”

“Um,” I run my hands through my hair, a little embarrassed to say it was Baz. “No one. I just heard it somewhere.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay well whoever told you that’s what it means was lying to you Simon. You just said ‘fuck me’ in French not ‘go away.’”

It’s my turn to cough and splutter, because no way did he say that to me. Baz hates me.

Penny doesn’t lie though. She’s not like that. I believe that even if I can’t believe Baz would say that that to me. Even if I can’t believe that has would like me.

This truth sinks into my body, a weight I can feel, sending hot waves through me like a spell.

Baz hadn’t told me to go away, he’d seen me in my eyeliner and said fuck me. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that?

“I- I gotta go Penny.” I say, getting up from the bed.

I have to find Baz.


I’m slammed into a wall as soon as I enter my room. It’s Simon of course.

“Yes, Snow?” I sneer.

His fists are curled around my football jersey and he’s close, so close I can hear his breathing.

“I’m onto you,” he says.

“Really? You’ve figured it out then? See, I was planning to take a shower when I came in here, not to be rudely slammed into a wall. So if you could let me go-”

Baise-moi,” he says, eyes darting across my face.

I try not to react. I really do. But I can’t help it. My lifelong crush just slammed me into a wall and told me to fuck him. How can I not react?

Heat rises to my cheeks and I hate myself for stopping to feed in the catacombs before heading up here.

“Penny told me what it really means,” he says.

Panic rises in my chest, fluttering and angry. Blood rushes in my ears. I can’t help but notices how close his face is to mine. I could easily lean down and kiss him right now. Put my hands on his cheeks and pull him to me.

I push that thought away. I’m so distracted that I don’t hear his next question, or even realize he’s asked one until I see he’s waiting for a reply.

“Sorry?” I say.

“How do you say kiss me in French?”

It feels as if everything’s suddenly gone quiet. Nothing in the air but quiet breathless hope. I study his face. His blue blue eyes lined in dark kohl, staring at my lips. His freckled cheeks, blushed red. His mouth, parted in question.

Embrasse-moi,” I say finally.

And then he kisses me.

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Tissues $.99 

(If you couldn’t tell, no nothing is for sale I just wanted to make a cute lil BMC thingy aha)

Thank you!

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I wonder how Ron can stand having such a fine friend and girlfriend lol.


Those Childhood behaviors & experiences that I now get knowing I have bpd like:

Oh yeah identity issues:

  • Not understanding why when actors’ spoke about a character they were playing they treated it like a separate person because for me playing pretend meant becoming that character, another version of myself
  • Transfixing on my friend’s TigerBeat magazines even though I didn’t care about celebrities and getting a subscription myself just for the quizzes 
  • Getting really attached to specific words or phrases that you thought fit you or that other ppl used to describe you (for me it was “unique”, “empath”, not “normal”)
  • Using others’ descriptions of you as the way to describe yourself and your role in your own life (has big eyes, has nice smile, intelligent, artist)
  • Going to the bathroom in school to escape and end up just staring at myself in the mirror and asking who am I? I don’t recognize myself
  • Taking in bad descriptions of yourself and mean comments as truth as well (annoying, loud, talkative, sensitive, judgmental; you interrupt too much, you complain too much, you always think you’re right)
  • Getting really attached to IPod Touch backgrounds and saving ones that I thought represented me
  • Saving screencaps of the results of random silly quizzes as if collecting “facts” about myself
  • Taking on personality traits from a TV show character I liked and wanted to be like, wanting to dress like them, and wanting ppl to call me by the character’s name as a nickname
  • Quoting “Forgive and forget, that’s my motto” from a TV show character because it sounded cool and Right even though it wasn’t at all true about myself
  • Trying to copy some self-harming techniques I had heard to make my depression feel more valid
  • Throwing out a chocolate with caramel inside even though I liked it because I had previously always said I hated caramel and couldn’t contradict that
  • Acting like moments between you and another person or you in general were part of a movie and you had an imagined script of what dramatic thing you should say

Wanting attention & validation:

  • Doing and saying whatever to make adults you liked laugh or give you positive attention 
  • Finished painting a picture I was proud of (around age 3-5), my friend/neighbor who I’m painting with just finished finger painting something as well. My mom praises her and calls her choice to finger paint creative. I immediately smear my entire picture with my fingers
  • Carrying around a book of writings that I covered the outside with notes about it being “top secret” and “do NOT read” in the hopes of attracting interest so that someone would try to read it
  • Telling my best friend I *insert suicide ideation here* to hear her reaction in the hope of concern and attention
  • Biting at my mouth and lips in attempts of (unsuccessfully) hurting myself and getting attention after reading the book Speak in which a girl does the same in response to trauma
  • Talking nonstop, loudly and quickly in attempts to be heard; Having problems interrupting people in conversation  as I was used to being ignored and having limited time to be heard
  • Oversharing in class about personal experiences

Black and white thinking

  • Seeing my darker shift in mood as the new “bad” me vs the younger happier idealized version of myself as the old “good” me
  • Drawing images of broken mirrors, broken hearts, and thorny plants to represent this Bad new me vs regular hearts and thriving pretty plants as the old Good me
  • Seeing ppl as either minor acquaintances or Best Friends, no inbetween  
  • Feeling like ppl, even best friends, couldn’t get me and therefore we shouldn’t be friends anymore
  • Getting mad at ppl for having different opinions because they were Wrong

Unstable moods; Depression and thoughts of suicide or self-harm 

  • Feeling broken, wrong and messed up constantly for not being as happy as I once remembered
  • Writing dramatic sad poems about a perceived loss of innocence aka growing up which I concluded was the reason for the change
  • Leaving class just to wander under the guise of going to the bathroom, linger at windows and fantasize about running away somewhere happy
  • Continuously thinking about and wanting to break the mirrors but knowing it would be messy and probably hurt and I’d get in trouble
  • Feeling like I wanted to die before knowing what that meant and feeling like no one could save me
  • Punching my desk and the school porcelain sinks to feel my knuckles sting; scraping my hands with pens by drawing rough repeated lines over the skin to “punish” myself for being “bad”
  • Self-harming before knowing what that meant
  • Prolonging eating to punish yourself with hunger but giving into eating eventually
  • Feeling weak about not being able to commit to doing serious harm to myself
  • Having episodes of loss of interest in all things I found fun; feeling numb
  • Erratic sleeping patterns
  • Wanting to call in sick from school or pretend your sick to stay home because you just feel awful and don’t know why
  • Wanting to die on the way to school, passively feeling okay with the thought you might get hit by a car or bus

Unstable relationships; Imprinting, FPs, (Perceived) Abandonment & Splitting

  • Getting super attached to my first best friend in kindergarten and being convinced we’d be best friends forever 
  • Coming home crying every other day the next year when she got new friends who all didn’t want me around them
  • “Testing out” a new friend group everyday to try and find a place I felt like I belonged  
  • Spending recess after recess walking around alone and watching all the other kids play together reasoning everyone has a friend but me
  • Not playing with other kids who invited me to because they weren’t my Best Friend (cough baby’s first FP cough)
  • Getting super attached to my new neighbor/friend and jumping at any chance to hang out with her even when she was mean to me or didn’t really want to hang out with me
  • When she suddenly started avoiding me and stopped talking to me after years of friendship I went from hurt to completely uncaring as if we were never friends at all
  • At my new school, I once again spent my time trying out new friend groups and dropping them when they didn’t fit me and ended up in the small assortment of “rejects” 
  • Going back and forth between being best friends, feeling better than them, feeling bad that they were putting energy into someone who really didn’t care
  • Feeling like I was pretending and didn’t care about them as much as they cared about me (none of them were my FP) and therefore we shouldn’t be friends at all 
  • Getting super attached to a new girl in school because I didn’t have any close friends and we were both Guyanese and therefore somehow connected; saying embarrassing things to her about how I felt detached from other friends and much closer to her in the span of only a few days
  • She told my other friend that I was like an annoying “dog” following her around and she switched schools within the next few weeks
  • I immediately into the “she never existed” mode of detachment 
  • Writing dramatically “I’m sorry I wasn’t a good friend to you when you were such a good friend to me” in my friend’s yearbook (knowing he wouldn’t see it until years later)
  • Getting super attached to and oversharing with teachers who showed me particular kindness and attention
  • Getting depressed when I noticed they showed kindness and attention individually to other students
  • Feeling not good enough or healthy enough to be in relationships

These are my personal experiences but maybe they are relatable to others with bpd.

((This is super long but I just felt like it needed to be said and shown that ppl with bpd often have signs of early symptoms in childhood that get worse later and that they often don’t understand until later. Hope this gives others with bpd some clarity.))

Feel free to share some of your own!

(EDIT: Remembered some more)

The drunk is with Seungbae

This guy right here. He is acting, he isn’t drunk, he’s working with Seungbae

My theory is, he’s a witness that Seungbae planted at some point to listen to what he wanted to get Bum to admit. So it isn’t just Seungbae’s word against Bum in case he changes his story. He comes out just in time to stall Sangwoo and ‘I’m so drunk’ is kinda.. It seems like bad acting. But I don’t drink so maybe people do say things like that.
This is also a staff bathroom, not a customer one. He shouldn’t be in there

Koogi tends to draw characters similarly which makes working out who he is kinda hard

these are two police officers Seungbae has interacted with

This is his superior, and he looks like the drunk. Though I can’t see him happily joining Seungbae in his paranoia.

This guy is who I think it is. It lookes more like the first guy but we have never seen this guy’s face properly. And he’s helped Seungbae before, even if only for the promise of a date.


Title: Jealous

Pairing: FP Jones x Reader

Warnings: Smut, some cursing.

A/N; As always feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you all enjoy!

Request: Can I request an fp jones x reader where he gets jealous of seein you in his club with someone n like he follows u into the toilets n pins you against the wall? And he says how he hates seein u with someone else N smut maybe?

Usually people will be tagged below the work but seeing as this turned out a lot smuttier than I intended it to, I’ll tag those on my taglist up at the top just in case this isn’t really your kind of thing

Tag List; @dempsey-mantle @sunshine51879

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some may or may not be offensive/triggering. very mild cases.

  • ❝ My name is _______, and this is my life. ❞
  • ❝ I am going to tell you a story. ❞
  • ❝ Are you fake texting? ❞
  • ❝ There were some things we needed to take care of. ❞
  • ❝ We got a little … distracted after that. ❞
  • ❝ I’m really, really sorry. ❞
  • ❝ I’d rather not give you the pleasure, so just go ahead and hate me. ❞
  • ❝ Just go ahead and hate me anyway.  ❞
  • ❝ Hate you? I would never dare hate you.  ❞
  • ❝ You’re never going to believe what just happened. ❞
  • ❝ It’s your fault if I die without grandbabies!   ❞
  • ❝ I was planning a spring wedding. ❞
  • We’re back! We’re back back back back back! ❞
  • ❝ My god! Seriously, he/she/they went in for a hug? ❞
  • ❝ It was more like a grope-hug. A grug!  ❞
  • ❝ Because it’s, like, I don’t care. ❞
  • ❝ The hills in this city can be quite unforgiving. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t mind, and, uh, yes, I have the time.  ❞
  • ❝ I draw the line with filming in the bathroom. ❞
  • ❝ I think the two of you are super sweet together. ❞
  • ❝ We just don’t have that many locking doors. ❞
  • ❝ Do you want some tea? ❞
  • ❝ And make sure your phone is charged! ❞
  • ❝ So you could help me with my math! ❞
  • ❝ I can understand the confusion. ❞
  • ❝ Recent events have made me wonder about my decision. ❞
  • ❝ Yes, for an interview? For your independent study. ❞
  • ❝ I think it would be really interesting if you changed your mind. ❞
  • ❝ You should have stayed. Sealed the deal. ❞
  • ❝ It is so nice to be in my own room, and have my own stuff. ❞
  • ❝ I’d rather not give you the pleasure. ❞
  • ❝ My mom gave each of us one of these last Christmas. ❞
  • ❝ I have yet to wear it… ever. ❞
  • ❝ Seeing is believing, am I right?!   ❞
  • ❝ Behold, green beans in cranberry jello. ❞
  • ❝ If you haven’t, go watch them now.   ❞
  • ❝ What if we missed our chance?   ❞
  • ❝ Being grown up is totes squaresville, sis. ❞
  • ❝ I’m a lot stronger than I thought I was. ❞
  • ❝ Being busy doesn’t cancel out feeling lonely, you know. ❞
  • ❝ Posting cute pictures of cats! ❞
  • ❝ I’m going to show you a cat playing with a chinchilla. ❞
  • ❝ Everyone deserves tea. ❞
  • ❝ For the love of God. Do not come visit. ❞
  • ❝ Hopefully it’ll be a good day, too. ❞
  • ❝ This is the happiest day of my life! ❞
  • ❝ Have you not been listening to me? ❞
  • ❝ I dislike smiling. It contorts the face. ❞
  • ❝ Many of these people seem to be enjoying popular music. ❞ 
  • ❝ There was someone else. ❞
  • ❝ They are prostitutes, teenagers and probably not-so-distant cousins! ❞
  • ❝ I heard they went to school together. ❞
  • ❝ Doesn’t mean they weren’t frolicking in meadows. ❞
  • ❝ What if he’s/they/she’s are a serial killer? ❞
  • ❝ Oh look. Your little crush is coming this way. ❞
  • ❝ It’s super important. ❞
  • ❝ An incredibly hot, incredibly rich piece of man cake friend. ❞
  • ❝ What? That’s totally how guys talk! ❞
  • ❝ Who wrote this? ❞
  • ❝ I hate dancing. It’s a waste of time. ❞
  • ❝ This party is preposterous. ❞
  • ❝ You found the only pretty girl at this wedding. ❞
  • ❝ Wait, like… frollicking-in-the-meadows-holding-hands another man? ❞
  • ❝ Oh my God, stop it! They’re too hot and single! ❞
  • ❝ This dance is super slamming! ❞
  • ❝ ______ really needs to work on his/her game. ❞ 
  • ❝ What if he’s/she’s gay? What if he’s/she’s a serial killer? What if he’s/she’s a gay serial killer? ❞

Originally posted by rapunzelwonderland

Fandom: The Outsiders
Relationship: Soda X Reader
Prompt: #7 “Honestly, if you wanted to have sex this bad you could’ve just told me!”

You paced the Curtis house more times than you could count. The boys had left for the rumble over an hour ago and you were worried that something was really wrong. Finally, they crashed through the door, one less in the group then how they left.  You had said their names over and over again in your head. Steve. Darry. Two-Bit. Soda. Pony-

“Where is Ponyboy?” you asked as you helped the boys put Steve on the couch. You noticed blood on Soda’s shirt and dragged him into the bathroom. “Steven Randle do not move, I will clean you up next. One of you better find Ponyboy or I will bruise you even more.” You tried to walk slowly with Soda seeing that he was in a lot of pain. “Jesus Christ,” you muttered under your breath.

“Nah baby, I’m Sodapop, but some people say the resemblance is uncanny.” You looked up at him as you entered the bathroom. You shook your head a the blonde.

“Jump up on the counter and take off your shirt,” You turned to the draw where you kept all of the supplies.

“Oo I like where this is going.” You slammed the draw and glared at Soda

“Can you just take off your shirt?”

“Feisty tonight huh?” You glared at him again

“Take off the damn shirt Sodapop,” He smirked making you angrier

Honestly, if you wanted to have sex this bad you could’ve just told me!” You gasped and turned bright red as he finally took off the shirt. “Like what you see?” You kept silent as you moved closer, cleaning the wound that looks like it was left by rings. All of the sudden you felt his finger under your chin forcing you to look at him. “Kiss me.”

“My older brother is in the other room, Steve will kill you Soda.” Soda smiled his charming Curtis smile

“Let him,” Soda leaned in and pressed his lip to yours causing you to drop the bottle of rubbing alcohol you were holding.

“Wow,” You whispered.

“This past week made me realize you’re the girl I need by my side. Be mine?”

“Oh yes, Soda.” You kissed again before pulling away and walking out the door. You waited a few seconds before popping your head back in. “Don’t get any ideas mister Curtis, we don’t need another pregnancy on our hands.” You winked at the boy who let out a laugh and headed out to the living room to help Steve.

“Why are you so smiley,” Your brother choked out as he let out a rough cough.

“Your best friend is an idiot.”


Summary: You and Sherlock tackle boredom together
Word Count: 1900
Characters/Relationships: Sherlock Holmes x reader
Mentioned: John Watson, Greg Lestrade

Authors notes: Hi guys!! This is a fic I wrote as I answered an ask for the blog @sherlockxreader as one of their writers. If you’re into Sherlock fanfiction check out my and Nyla’s (@i-had-a-halo-once) writing there. Anyways, here’s a cute fluffy fic for you guys. I hope you like it!

ps the bold lines are the prompts I had to use

Y/N: your name


“Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?” Sherlock turned his head away from the back of the couch to glare at you on the floor in his most menacing manner possible, which you just scoffed at, crossing your arms and pouting your lips in what you hoped was a pitiful expression.

“But I’m bored Sherlock! There’s nothing to do!” You had been stuck in the flat with Sherlock after John had gone to a medical convention without you before torrential rain decided to shut London down. Granted, you would probably be more bored there than here with the moping detective but still, you were bored. “Entertain me!”

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Lucaya Oneshots Chapter 9: Were you ever going to tell me, a girl meets world fanfic | FanFiction

#55 Were you ever going to tell me?

Lucas x Maya

High school sophomores

Not dating but best friends

Maya sat on a blanket, leaning against a tree, with her sketch book against her knees. Lucas was laid out in front of her, his hands tucked beneath his head. His eyes were closed and a peaceful look graced his face. Maya glanced up from her pad and continued to sketch the scenery in front of her. The two sat in a shaded spot somewhere in the heart of central park. They came out here so Maya could finish her landscape assignment and Lucas refused to let her go alone.

“Hey Huckleberry. How does this look so far?” Maya held her book above his face and he slowly opened his eyes.

“Maya, everything you draw looks fantastic, including this.” He said as he rolled onto his side to face her.

“Thanks Ranger Rick. I wasn’t sure about making the people smudged but I guess it works.”

“It does. It looks really great. You will get an A on this assignment for sure.” Lucas swore he saw the faintest hint of blush on her cheeks as she pulled back her sketch and continued to draw. The sound of a moving pencil across the paper was always a soothing sound to Lucas especially when it was the purposeful movements of Maya.

The way Maya made her art was a lot different than other people. She loved being in noisy places and loved to talk. Her subjects were usually alive and moving. Her art involved a lot of movement in all.

“So Huckleberry,” Maya started as she flipped to a new page in her sketch book. Lucas rolled onto his back again, “Anything new in your life? We haven’t had much time to talk because of exams.” Lucas smiled, loving their conversations.

“Not really.” Maya looked him in the eyes and frowned slightly.

“I heard you talking to Marcus the other day in the hallway. I was hoping you would just tell me but I guess I’ll have to force it out of you.” Lucas’s eyes popped open, “You like someone and you didn’t tell me.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Lucas tried to lie but Maya saw right through him.

“Liar Friar! You told Marcus that you like someone but you refused to give him a name.” Lucas covered his face with his hands, “So come on… what’s her name?”

“I’m not gonna say.” His words were muffled by his hands but Maya could still hear him.

“Please? We’re best friends. The only reason you wouldn’t tell me is because…” Lucas could tell her gears were turning and that scared him, “Do I know her?” Lucas shrugged, “Give me some adjectives.”

“Fine.” He struggled to think of things that won’t give his secret crush away, “She’s smart and she’s tough and she’s just beautiful. She’s so beautiful.”

“Gosh Ranger Rick. You must really like this girl. You didn’t talk about riley like this last year.” Lucas grimaced and she instantly took back her words, “That’s not what I meant. I know you liked her a lot.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you.” Lucas said quietly.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Maya asked.

“I doubt it. I am never going to act upon it.”

“Why not?” Maya stopped drawing, “You seem like you really like her.”

“I do.” Lucas hesitated, “But she would never go with it.” Maya didn’t say anything. She just stared at her drawing with her mouth slightly agape, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You don’t like touchy feely stuff.”

“Well, you don’t actually know how she will react unless you pursue it.” Maya said and Lucas sighed, “Plus, if that doesn’t work out I know a ton of girls that want you.” Lucas eyed her, “What? You are all the talk in the girl’s bathroom.” Lucas let out a small laugh.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course! Have you not noticed it? They all talk about how hot you are. It’s mostly the freshman, the girls in our grade know you don’t just go for random girls. But oh boy! They will have a field day when they find out you have a crush on someone.” Maya said taunting him.

“Maya! Don’t you dare! You cannot tell anyone!” Lucas now sat up and stared at her.

“Don’t worry hop-a-long. I won’t tell anyone. With one condition.” Lucas groaned, “You have two options. One, you can tell me who this mystery girl is ooooooooor you can buy my paint supplies for a month.”

“A month? That is so expensive. What do you even need?”

“I don’t know yet. Probably some acrylic paint and maybe some brushes. But yeah, it’s expensive.” Lucas contemplated his actions.

“Okay. If you were in my situation, what would you do?” He twisted himself so he was sitting with his legs crossed in front of her.

“I would buy my gorgeous talented friend art supplies.” He eyed her, “Fine. Honestly, I don’t know. It’s a tough situation.” She paused her hand movements and gazed at her drawing. Her drawing of Lucas. She quickly went back to her landscape piece, hiding her newest creation. “How much do you like her?”

“A lot.” He sighed, “I just love being around her, she makes me smile. Her laugh is one of the greatest things out there and I don’t know…”

“It sounds like you do know. What girl do you hang out with besides me and Riley? We are with you basically all day everyday.” Lucas looked around the park, diverting his gaze from her. Maya, who noticed is averted gaze, flipped back to her light sketch of Lucas. Her pencil glided on the paper in a sharp line, creating his defined jaw. The slight curve of his lips, and the obvious arches of his eyebrows. The soft glimmer in his eyes that held wonder always had a way to captivate her. His face was so determined yet so easy to do whatever others pleased. Maya bit her lip slightly as she shaded his cheeks and neck. The sketch was gorgeous. It’s because I have a gorgeous subject she thought. Her thought stunned her. She dropped her notebook making Lucas look towards her. He picked up her pad and examined the drawing of himself.

“You really are gifted.” This wasn’t unusual for him, Maya loved using her friends as subjects. But the emotion, the passion that came with this drawing.

“Thanks.” Her voice was low, “Hey!” Not anymore, “Don’t change the subject. Look, I won’t make you buy my supplies just tell me her name.”

“Maya.” The word had two different meanings to both of them.

“No. No negotiating. Just say her name.” Maya had no idea that he was saying her name.

“Maya.” Lucas said again, meeting her gaze.

“Lucas. Tell. Me. Her. Name” Maya was growing agitated.

“Maya.” Lucas said patiently.

“Ugh. Yes. Maya, that’s my name. But what is hers?”

“Maya.” Lucas said.

“Oh my god,” She drawled out annoyed, “That’s my name, Lucas. That’s my name.” Smack. It hit her, “That’s my name. Lucas.” Her heartbeat picked up, “What’s the girl’s name?”

“Maya.” Her heart slammed against her chest, “Her name is Maya.” Lucas was looking staring at her.

“What’s her last name?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Look, I really don’t thi—“

“What is her name?” Maya interrupted.

“It’s you. I…”

“Like? Love?” Maya said but he didn’t answer, “I can’t do this. Not to Riley, not now.” Maya jumped to her feet, threw her backpack over her shoulder and rushed away from Lucas.


He showed up at her window later that night, her notebook in his hand. He tapped his knuckled against the glass and waited for her to open it before slightly leaning in. He dropped her notebook on her floor and turned to walk away. Maya reached out for him, grabbing his collar and yanking him back. Her hands lightly cupped his neck and she kissed him. Lucas’s eyes popped open for a second before he sank into it, leaning farther into her room. Maya broke the kiss, gazing into his eyes.

“Riley might kill us.” Lucas laughed and pulled her into another kiss, smiling as she kissed him back.

Even if it’s just pretend

(Yes that is a Taylor Swift lyric, from Wildest Dreams)

For @carryon-countdown prompt: Angst

This is something that I wrote months and months ago, but I wasn’t happy with it so I didn’t post it. Lately I’ve started this fantastic new habit where if I don’t like something, I actually go back and make it better rather than pretending it doesn’t exist (very shocking much wow I know).

It’s based on this quote from page 382-383 of Carry On – ‘I came back because I was afraid of what might happen if I didn’t. Baz might just pretend that nothing had ever happened between us. He’d make me feel like I dreamt this whole thing – like I was a maniac and a moron for believing he’d ever felt something for me.’

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