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Nursey walks into the kitchen. “How’s it going?”

Bitty startles, pushing himself away from the sink. “Not too bad, brownies will be out in ten.”

Nursey opens the fridge and takes out a bottle of seltzer. “How was Providence?”

“Good.” Bitty picks up the sponge, squeezes some dish soap onto it. “I babysat Thirdy’s kids while he and his wife went on their first date in, like, a year. It was really fun.”

“Sounds chill.”

“There was a lot of screaming,” Bitty admits. “And coloring. And I taught them to bake chocolate chip cookies.”


“Yeah.” Bitty sets the sponge down, wipes his hand on his pants, and angles his phone towards Nursey. “Look. Aren’t they adorable?”

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Bucky Imagine

A Bucky x Reader where the reader falls into really really cold water during a mission, and later at the Avengers tower she gets so sick she faints and Bucky takes care of her?

You ran after the agent as quick as you could through the 2 inches of snow that covered the ground. “I’m following the agent West towards the water,” you spoke into your comm.

“Y/N, keep on his trail,” Steve’s voice rang in your ears. “Bucky is coming from the North and Natasha is on your heels. They’ll be there for backup. He cannot leave, we can’t risk him spreading the information to HYDRA.”

“Copy,” you said short of breath and kept after the man. You continued to follow the man until he stopped at the edge of a small cliff. “There’s nowhere to go now,” you told him. He suddenly pulled a knife from his pocket and went after you. You blocked his attack and reached for the gun you had in your tactile belt. Before you could get a shot off sudden kick sent the gun skidding against the snow. “Y/N, I’m close by,” you heard Bucky’s voice come through.

You got a couple hits to the agent before you could grab your knife and go after him with it. You swiftly cut his arm and thigh as you fought the skilled agent and heard Bucky’s footsteps coming towards you. You flipped away from him, reaching your gun from it’s spot near the side of the cliff, and aimed at the target.

You shot at the man but it was dodged you had to block his feet as they came after you. The man heard Bucky approaching and got his knife ready to throw at his chest. “Bucky,” you yelled a warning and punched the agent who turned and, with a swift kick, sent you flying over the cliff towards the icy water.

You heard a shot as you fell just before you crashed into the cold water. You sunk quickly from the weight of your weapons and struggled towards the top of the distancing top. A crash from the water caught your attention and you saw Bucky swimming down towards you. He grabbed you around your chest and swam with you up towards the water. You gasped for air as you two broke the surface.

“Damn heavy snow boots and dumb Stark tech,” you said kicking off your shoes and tossing your weapons as soon as you were dragged to shore.

“Y/N, are you ok,” Bucky said looking over you with worry written on his face.

“I’m breathing so that’s good,” you said breathing heavily. “Hey,” you said looking at his worried demeanor, “I’m ok. You saved me. Thank you.”

“I’m your boyfriend, and your teammate, it’s my job. Come on,” he lifted you up and put an arm around you for support. “Let’s get back to the quinjet.”


You shivered again which made Bucky immediately jump to your side. “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Just cold still,” you told him. As soon as boarded the jet you stripped off your wet clothes and put on an extra shirt and jacket that Bucky found on board.

“We’ll get you in front of a fire and get you some warm clothes when we land, ok?” You nodded with your clattering teeth.

Once the jet landed Bucky walked beside you as you shivered down the hallways, heading towards you and Bucky’s shared room. Your shivering worsened and you felt like your legs were ice blocks, barely carrying your weight. “Y/N, maybe we should stop a second,” you heard Buck say. “Or I could carry you.”

“I’m fine Buck,” your voice came out slower and quieter than you thought.

“You’re shivering a lot worse now, ba-”

“I’m fine Bu-,” you said before your vision disappeared and you felt unconscious.


Bucky caught you as you fell and felt just how cold you actually were. He took you in his arms and ran towards the medbay as fast as he could. “Cho,” he yelled as he carried you into the bay.

“What happened?”

“She fell in cold water on the mission. She’s ice cold and shivering really bad!”

“Get her over here,” she commanded and guided him over to a bed. “Bucky, we need to get these clothes off her, they’re wet. Take off the clothes while I get some supplies.” She ran out of the room and by the time she came back the clothes you had on were thrown on the floor in a damp pile.

“I gave her those on the jet, shouldn’t they be ok?”

“The water on her skin and hair seeped into them, she can’t wear them. I need to put her hair in this warm towel. I need you to take those warming packs and lay them on her back and near her feet,” she said flipping you over.


You woke up sweating in a medbay bed with Buck rocking back and forth in the seat next to you. “Y/N,” he jumped forward as he saw your eyes open. “Are you ok? How do you feel?”

“I’m ok.”

“You said that before and look what happened.”

“What did happen?”

“You fainted walking to the room. I ran you here to Cho. You had hypothermia. You’ve been out for a day and a half.”

“You saved me again Buck,” you weakly smiled. “You’re my hero,” you grabbed his hand.

He squeezed your hand and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “It’s my job, babe.”

“get my towel!”

scenario/summary: while showering you realise your dumbass forgot a towel, so you have to ask your hot roommate, taehyung.

person: kim taehyung / college au

  • so you’re showering
  • takin a nice hot shower
  • and like while showering
  • you get so mad u almost slipped. rip
  • you get so annoyed bc like ur just in the shower not knowing what to do
  • you could either risk it and let taehyung see your naked body
  • but hes ur roommate and ur best friend and its so awkward
  • cause hes literally in the other room
  • or you could ask him
  • i mean taehyung only wears sweatpants around the dorm
  • like no shirt
  • you dont mind
  • cause you both share everything
  • you didnt wanna risk it
  • poor taehyung
  • you are shouting his name
  • he doesnt answer i mean hes probs playing overwatch with jungkook
  • “ok kook hold on y/n’s calling from the bathroom”
  • “have fun? u fuckin-”
  • “KI M TA  E HYU NG”
  • ur turnin into hulk lol
  • “oK IM HERE Y/N!!!!”
  • you’re screaming again lol
  • “tae… i need my towel.. i forgot it..”
  • taehyungs confused, he’s blushing but u cant see him so hes just smiling slightly
  • “you forgot your towel? youre so silly y/n..”
  • okay he could lowkey be turned on, u cant see his tent anyways lol
  • he goes to your room and gets your towel, trying not to make eye contact with ur lingerie
  • “hERE YOU GO”
  • you open the door revealing your head as taehyung hands you the towel
  • “yeh yh”
  • once you close the door
  • taehyung chuckles to himself, “aish tae you almost saw her naked..”
  • he giggles to himself
  • “hm. you’re a lucky man.”
  • he goes back to kook and they both play again, “i’m a lucky man kook”
  • “huH?”
  • turned on lowkey !!!

anonymous asked:

Hey, so I saw that nice ask about saeran with a wounded cry baby mc, so how about mc getting a real (real) bad injury and being all "meh, its nothing" but baeran is freaking out? (Also, your writting is top quality, babe!)

A/N: Writing this because I’m so stressed out and frustrated today and I need to let all this steam out somehow. And thank you, anon! You’re so sweet! :)

Nothing registers fully in your head. Only that you’re swaying slowly from side to side like a slowing pendulum, and that your vision is starting to blur as the world around you tilts sideways.

Someone is shouting your name, but it’s like you’re underwater, and a voice is trying to reach you through the thick layer of water that you’re buried under.

There’s a sharp, terror-filled scream that cuts through the air, one that you don’t recognise, the moment your body hits the ground on your side. It only dawns on you that it belongs to you when you feel flames licking the walls of your throat a few seconds later.

And then – and only then – does the pain set in.

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Summary: Jared’s girlfriend writes fanfiction. She did a pretty good job of keeping it a secret … until now. 
Pairing: Jared x Reader
Word Count: 800
Warnings: Implied shower smut. 
Challenge: @bradygabrielle-blog‘s 100 Follower Challenge! Sorry I’m a day late with this! My prompt is bolded in the fic :) 

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concoctionsfromhell  asked:

You sent in a art meme! Can I have a 4D Sans and a 3D Papyrus!

You’re in for a hell of a mood swing, friend!

Papyrus pulled out his cell phone and dialed that old familiar number. He didn’t know if he was expecting anything different this time…

I’m not sure what I was aiming for, here. 

isisisak  asked:

cause of death: your tags under the nose nuzzling gifs

Dear Isi, it’s 11:11 (close your eyes it is), and i’m currently crying, because, not only were Isak and Even would meet each other, but whatever may come between them, they will always find their way back. When Isak read again that one text, he realized something quite simple, life could not be without Even. And when they hugged one another, you know they were holding each other’s entire world right in their arms. In this universe, in every universe, whether the curtains might be orange, or yellow, or green, Even will always be on the blue pillow, Isak on the grey, sleeping peacefully side by side. Arms holding each other. This was home. This is home.

Sickness Sentence Starters

“Can’t I have something else? I’ve only eaten soup for two days now.”

“I don’t think there are enough tissues in the world to help me with this stuffy nose.”

“I’m already under three blankets and I still feel cold.”

“When can I take the next dose of medicine?”

“I don’t know what I want to do. I’ve already watched five movies today, but I don’t have the energy to get up and do anything else.”

“I don’t want to get anyone else sick, but I have an important test/meeting today that I really can’t miss.”

“I know I look silly, but I need to have this towel on my head to cool off the fever, so please don’t laugh.”

“This cough drop is really helpful.”

“Please stay still. You need time to recover.”

“Here’s another box of tissues.”

“Do you need me to get you another blanket?”

“Where do you think you’re going? You are staying right here. You’re too sick to go anywhere.”

“I know you’re tired of soup, but it’s not exactly like you could eat a steak right now.”

“You have to wait another hour before you can take more medicine. Perhaps we can do something to distract you until then.”

“Let me feel your head to see if your fever has gone down.”

“Hey, you haven’t coughed for about a minute! Maybe you’re getting better!”

Dear Journal,

We finally made it to the beach! When we arrived, Sirius and the boys all ran to the water.

“Guys you should really put on some sunscreen!” I yelled.

“C'mon Dad! Enjoy a little risk!” Teddy said, swimming in the sea.

“Listen to your son Remus!” Sirius said, running up to me.

He kissed me and took off my shirt, draging me into the water too. A few minutes later, James, Lily and Harry arrived, joining us into the warm water. We spent the day picking up seashells, playing beach volley ball and swimming. I was laying on my towel when Sirius walked up to me and layed down on his towel.

“I need a tan.” He said.

“Oh do you?” I giggled.

“I’m doing this for you! Do you not want a hot husband?” He laughed.

“You’re already so hot.” I said, smirking.

He kissed me slowly and sensualy, his hand making it’s way to the hem of my bathing suit.

“Would you stop! C'mon let me put some sunscreen on you, i don’t want to have a lobster-husband!” I laughed.

I applied sunscreen on Sirius’ back while he was putting some on his arms and legs. He was about to apply some on his thorso and muscled stomach but I stopped him, trying to bite back my smile.

“Why don’t you let me do that?” I said.

“You just want to touch my abs do you?” He asked, eyebrow raised.

“Maybe.” I smirked.


“Oh you love it!” I laughed.

I spent the rest of the day reading while Sirius was working on his tan. James Sirius and Teddy were making a sandcastle competiond against Harry and Lily. It was very funny to watch them. We all had a picnic on the beach and went to sleep when the sun came down. I was about to go to sleep next to Sirius when I saw Teddy sitting on the balcony, looking at the beach in the dark. I walked up to him and sat next to him.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.” He smiled. “For once in my life, I feel like I know who I am..” He said, his eyes leaving the waves to look at me.

“I’m so proud of you Teddy. Seeing you this happy makes my heart warm up.” I said, wrapping my arm over his shoulder as he leaned into my chest.

“All my life I changed my looks to try to find myself… But I only lost myself even more doing so. My true self was there all along.” He said, cuddling into my chest a bit more.

“Sometimes we need to make errors to achieve greatness. Always remember that my love. All the bad times will lead up to something beautiful.” I said, brushing my fingers through his hair.

“I love you Dadda. Thank you for being there for me in the bad times and even in the good times..” He said.

“I love you too Teddy. I love you so much.” I whispered in his ear.

He eventually fell asleep as I held him just like when he was a baby. I layed him in his bed and made sure the covers were over his bare shoulder. I layed down next to Sirius and he instantly wrapped his arm around my waist, still asleep. I looked at Teddy one last time before falling asleep. My little boy.

June 12th 2014

founderofshield  asked:

Ok how's that for a quick fic prompt?? Steggy + "Look there was a stray dog outside in the rain, I brought it home." 🐶

Peggy pulled the blanket off the back of the sofa as she moved to the door. It was an old building, and the steps complained under Steve’s weight. She always knew when he was on his way up to their third-floor apartment. About bloody time too; picking up dinner shouldn’t have taken that long.

She wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. Besides being old, the building was drafty, and it had been raining since the night before. New York City had been enveloped in a damp, misty, cold for a week. Without a cup of tea in her hand or her body pressed against Steve, the cold worked its way into her bones. It reminded her of the worst weather England had to offer.

She heard him reach the landing and opened the door for him, ready to give him a soldier’s welcome.

He was dripping on their welcome mat. No umbrella, no hat, even his coat was balled in his arms.

“Goodness, Rogers, whatever happened?” she said.

“I need a towel,” he said as he hurried inside.  

“I’d say so.”

“It’s not for me.”

He unrolled his coat to reveal a shivering ball of fluff. The dog, for that was what it was, wasn’t a big or a small dog, maybe twenty pounds once it was healthy. It was covered in black and white patches.

She didn’t question where the poor little thing had come from.

“Not one of the good towels, then,” Peggy said and dashed off to get what he needed.

She returned with an armload of towels. He took one and moved into the kitchen. He set the pup down and it began to cry. Kneeling on the tiled floor, he pulled away his wet coat and rubbed the towel all over.

“There,” he said. “That’s the ticket. We’ll have you warm and dry in no time. Poor girl.”

When the first towel was saturated, he reached for another. This time he wrapped the dog up and pulled it onto his lap as he leaned against the cabinet. The dog’s whimpering stopped.

“We aren’t keeping her,” Peggy said.

“Why not? I couldn’t leave her out there. It’s raining even harder and it’s so cold. She had no protection.”

Peggy put her hands on her hips. “I’m not a monster. I didn’t say you should have left her—I’m saying she is not staying forever. We’ll put up posters when the rain stops. Either find her owns or a better place to live. We are never home—it’s not fair.”

He didn’t respond. “Is there anything for her to eat?”

Peggy shook her head but went to the icebox and dug out leftover roast chicken. She held out the container to him. The dog’s head pricked up and the smell of food.

“Could you? I’m soaked,” he said. 

Still shaking her head, Peggy got down on the kitchen floor and coaxed the dog from Steve’s lap to hers with the chicken. Steve got up and went to the bedroom.

Peggy wrapped both herself and dog in the blanket and, slowly, piece by piece, fed the scraps to the dog. She clearly hadn’t eaten in awhile. Not quite skin and bones, but well on her way. She needed a proper bath too. Up close, she was actually more white than black.

“Poor thing,” Peggy said. The dog leaned against her, eager for Peggy’s warmth as much as she was for the food. “Good girl.”

“She’s sweet, isn’t she?” Steve said reappearing. “She had to belong to someone once. She wasn’t scared of me, so she’s not feral.”

“Who could do such a thing?”

“I don’t know.”

Peggy tucked the blanket tighter around the dog, making sure every inch was covered. He joined her on the floor, but the dog seemed happy with Peggy even though the chicken was gone.

“What should we call her?” Peggy asked. “I don’t want to refer to her as ‘the dog’ during her temporary stay.”


“She is not staying.”

“But she still needs a name?”

“Yes. Exactly.” She was ignoring the knowing look in his eyes.

“How about Elizabeth?” Steve said.

Peggy raised an eyebrow. “After the queen?”

“Yeah, is that bad? Disrespectful? What about Lizzy?”

“That I like. What do you think?” Peggy scratched the dog behind her ear. “Lizzy, eh?”

Lizzy sighed happily, knowing she had found a home.

Driven #2 - [MONSTA X] Kihyun!Au

[A/N] Oh well. A flash fiction became series, I mean what’s new. Fuck me.

Originally posted by j-miki

[Part 1]

He came in with his small bag and walked in to you wearing your shorts in the middle of your queen-sized bed. With your fingers tapping the keyboard loudly on your laptop, he walked in, almost tiptoeing as he bit his lower lip with uneasy eyes. He set his bag as silent as possible, trying not to get your attention.

But of course you noticed, you just didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it. Until he sat next to your feet, on the same bed, “Where do you think you’re sitting.” You said, death in your tone. He fidgets his eyes away, and he muttered a few words that was barely heard by you. “What.” You shot, squeezing your face, leaning towards him. “Where do I sleep?” He turned to you, annoyed, flustered and cornered. You breathed in deeply and snapped your head to the left and Kihyun jumped on it. “Not next to me…there. Over there.” You darted your eyes to a small area where your stuffed toys were.

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