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Dear journal,

The children have outwitted me once more, but I will be superior in the end. It will take patience and I must stay calm. At the very least, I was able to get a laugh at how atrocious the boy looked when I akumatized him. I hope he looks back on it in shame and will never be able to live it down. That’s what he gets for treating me with disrespect.

Now, to continue work on showing Ladybug that she shouldn’t disrespect me either. Someday a plan will work and I will DESTROY HER.

Sincerely,
Hawkmoth

P.S. Nooroo, for the last time, this is not A DIARY. These are IMPORTANT NOTES. STOP CALLING IT THAT

How To Break The Heartbreaker

Daveed Diggs x Reader

Warnings: kinda gets spicy, but eh nothing to bad. swearing probably somewhere

Authors Note: sorry this isn’t a request, but I had this title awhile ago and out of me sprung this word vomit. enjoy.

The plan was set, the choices pre-made. The only thing left was to put this plan into action.
You’d checked and re-checked for errors or flaws in your plan, and made backup plan after backup plan.
The only problem?
You never thought of the possibility that you’d fall in love with the heartbreaker.
~
Daveed Diggs.
Known mostly as the Heartbreaker.
He had the most perfect body, the curly hair, and the bright smile. The only problem? He lacked commitment.
Girl after girl, he never settled. He got bored, broke her heart, and was onto the next.
He never reused old ways, he found new ways to shatter girl’s hearts and ruin their love life, at least for awhile.
He made them fall helplessly in love with them, and then?
Well, onto the next.
You absolutely despised Daveed Diggs, but couldn’t help but let him catch your eye every once in awhile.
How could you not? He was quite perfect, there was no denying that.
Until he broke your friend’s heart, you tolerated his acts of immatureness and turned the other cheek.
~
Step #1: Catch his eye
The make or break of the plan. If you couldn’t catch his eye, the plan was useless.
You stood in front of your closet, willing for your inner fashion diva to come forth and find the perfect outfit. To no avail, she stayed hidden inside you, and you were left to your own devices.
To catch his eye, you needed something that caught your eye…
Your eyes stopped on a black shirt, the string crossover in the front showing more skin than you were used to, but you knew that you’d be turning heads with this shirt. You slipped it on, along with your signature tight leggings. And shoes…?
Being as short as you were, you needed to be able to be seen. And for that to happen…
You groaned.
Heels it was.
Stepping into school that day was a sight to see, with your heels clicking the floor as you made your way past a gaping Diggs. You kept your demeanor cool, but on the inside, your heart was shooting out of your chest.
Phase 1 completed.
~
Step #2: Talk to him
Absolutely not what you had on your mind when you had woken up this morning, but you weren’t going to break his heart without any sort of conversation.
Fortunately for you, people followed like lemmings as you walked around that afternoon, and Diggs was bound to steal the spotlight somehow.
Much to your gratitude, you saw in your peripheral vision the approaching shadow of him, and you willed your awkwardness away and let your much cooler alter ego take over.
“Hey.”
You shut your locker and turned around, finding yourself almost getting lost in the sea of brown that his eyes housed. You willed your heart to relax and smiled, leaning against your locker to assume a more relaxed stance.
“Hi.”
You saw his muscles tense, maybe because the girls were always the ones fawning over him.
“I don’t seem to know your name. Do you have one, or can I call you mine?”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes and scream. The classic pickup line, he’d used it on every girl that he talked to. And weirdly, it worked every time.
You laughed.
“It’s actually Y/N, but to get that other title, you’ll have to work for it.”
You pushed off the locker, and made your way down the hall, praying that you had done the right thing and that Diggs would try again tomorrow.
Phase 2 completed.
~
Step #3: a gesture
This wasn’t something you could control, it was something that you prayed and hoped all night that Diggs would get the message to do.
Your friend had said that he always made some kind of gesture when talking to girls, and you weren’t sure what to expect, but a locker full of roses sure wasn’t one.
When you arrived at school the next morning, made up and dressed to impress yet again, there were quite a few eyes on you as you walked down the hallway, and you could feel Diggs’s eyes boring into your back as you opened your locker to reveal a huge array of multi-colored roses, but predominantly, red.
You fought the urge, once again, to roll your eyes. Roses, and on display for all to see. The gesture was sweet, but it was so public that it didn’t feel genuine. The sickening smell of the perfumed roses was starting to nauseate you, so you turned to Diggs and smirked.
His expression was hard to read, and you settled for a look that read satisfied.
You weren’t looking for satisfied.
So, you closed your locker and went on your way, much to the confusion of Diggs.
Phase 3? Completed.
~
Step 4: make him find you
You hated not being able to control this part of the plan, but you had to leave it up to fate that Daveed Diggs wanted you enough that he had to come find you. You didn’t expect it to happen so quickly, but when it did, you couldn’t help but feel proud of yourself that you were growing on him so fast.
You had stayed after school for a couple minutes to talk to your friends about to upcoming choir concert, and the building had mostly cleared up by then.
The teachers were in a meeting room, so the hallway was eerily quiet as you advanced to your locker to get some books for homework that night.
You felt a hand touch your back, and you jumped out of your skin and flipped around.
“Relax, it’s just me.”
You clutched your chest, and willed your breathing to slow down.
“Sorry for scaring you. I just wanted to talk to you for a bit.”
You nodded, feeling much like the professional plan maker in that moment.
“So…”
He started, expecting you to say something. When you didn’t, he filled the silence.
“So, Y/N, why have I never noticed you before?”
He drawled out the syllables in your name, making you both surprised and smug that he had remembered your name.
“Maybe because I never wear something that makes you stare at my ass and boobs all day?”
His eyes drifted down when you spoke, and he cleared his throat as his eyes went back to meet yours.
“I suppose that could be a reason. But I regret not noticing you until now… Y/N, are you single?”
The question caught you off guard, because this part of the plan wasn’t supposed to happen quite yet.
“Mm. I’m not sure. I could be…”
You bit your lip, smirking.
“But you don’t have to know.”
You slid under his arm, and out of the school, breathing a sigh of relief as sunlight and fresh air greeted you as you began your walk home.
Phase 4 was complete.
~
Step 5: tease him
How in the hell does somehow who’s never been kissed before TEASE a man who’s broken half of the girls in your school’s hearts?
You wracked your brain for ideas, and went to your friends as well. They were as lost as you were, until your friend brought up some useful information.
“He really likes the color red. Could that help you at all? He’s having a party tomorrow night, and he’s inviting everyone in the grade. Are you gonna go?”
You thanked your lucky stars of the convenient timing of the party, and set to work on how to tease Diggs.
You arrived at school the next day in a tight, white v-neck shirt, ripped maroon pants, and a flannel tied around your waist, making this day the laziest of them all, and still somehow, Diggs followed your every move with his eyes.
He approached you as you were waking to lunch, cornering you.
“Hey. So tonight, I’m having a party at my place. I’m inviting the class, but I wanted to make sure you’d be there.”
You smirked, and raised your eyebrows.
“Yeah I’ll be there, but only if…”
You pushed closer to him, and his eyes darted to your lips.
You quickly backed away.
“…my friends can come too.”
You finished, successfully leaving him flushed.
“Oh, yeah. Yeah they can come too.”
You smiled.
“Great, see you tonight then.”
You pushed past him and walked to lunch, in a trance-like state. You just teased Daveed Diggs into thinking you were going to kiss him. That was just part of the plan, because tonight was the real deal.
When you arrived at Diggs’s house, the loud music was already pulsing throughout the street, and you winced as you struggled through the throng of people in your long black heels.
Your short maroon dress was making it more difficult to maneuver around the room, but you had to make sure that Diggs would notice you tonight.
Luckily, his eyes caught yours as soon as he saw you, and he made his way over.
“Hey.”
His voice was a bit rugged, and you pushed away any thoughts of sexiness that were brought immediately to mind.
“Hi.”
“You-”
His eyes scanned your body.
“You look good tonight.”
“Thank you. I wasn’t sure about the red, do you like it?”
You spun for him, and he bit his lip to suppress a comment on how much it turned him on.
“I-I like it. It suites you.”
You smiled as he blushed.
“You don’t look to bad yourself.”
You put a hand on his chest, and he put a hand on your waist.
“Yeah, well I try sometimes.”
You laughed, and removed your hand from his chest.
“Well, I’m going to go find my friends. Catch ya later.”
You walked away, swishing your hips a bit more than usual, and when you glanced behind you, Diggs was staring with lust filled eyes.
Phase 5 was completed.
~
Step 6: get him to ask you out
Every time you thought about the next step in your plan, butterflies would fill your stomach until you crushed them, denying the fact that you were slowly falling for Daveed Diggs.
It wasn’t like it was a possibility; he was your friend’s ex, he was a renowned heartbreaker, and you were trying to break him, not fall in love with him.
Yet, it was a struggle to constantly ignore your feelings everyday when you saw him staring at you.
For 2 days nothing happened, and you were worried that you’d done something wrong. Was your whole plan ruined because Diggs’s couldn’t keep it in his pants?
Thankfully, on a Friday afternoon, you saw Diggs coming down the hallway, and straight towards the place where you were standing with your friend.
Your friend smirked.
“I see you have company. See ya later.”
She’s linked off, leaving him to fill her spot.
“Hey, Y/N.”
“Hi.”
“Would you-”
He stuttered.
“Would you like to go-”
“-out on a date with you?”
You interrupted, half shocked that he still wanted you.
He nodded.
Did he want you? Yes.
Did you want him?
“Yes.”
Phase 6 was considered accomplished.
~
Step 7: have him fall in love with you
The date had you stressing out, 1. Because it was in a super fancy restaurant and 2. Because Diggs would be there, all alone, with you.
Not ideally what you had planned for a Saturday night, but you went along with it as you dressed in a dark red dress that hugged your curves and went down to your ankles. You had really went all out, with your red lipstick and curled hair, ready to walk out the door into Diggs’s car.
Unfortunately, your mother stopped you at the door and told you to invite him in.
Sighing, you grabbed your phone and texted Diggs, letting him know of your situation.
Seconds later, you heard a door slam and a doorbell ringing.
You opened the door to reveal a pretty (you hated to say this) handsome looking Daveed Diggs standing on your doorstep with a bunch of roses.
You smirked and invited him in. He handed you the roses, and leaned down to whisper in your ear,
“For old times sake.”
You smiled, and felt the butterflies returning, but this time you didn’t squish them back down.
Instead, you let them fly around your body.
Your mother came out from the kitchen, and her eyes widened when she saw Diggs.
“Well, Y/N. You have some magic left in you after all.”
You smacked your forehead as Diggs laughed and shook your mother’s hand.
“I’m Daveed Diggs, nice to meet you ma'am.”
God dammit. It would be 10 times harder to break his heart now that you learned he had manners.
Your mother was impressed with your date.
“Don’t stay out too late. And no funny business you two!”
She waggled her finger, laughing.
You turned bright red as Diggs wrapped an arm around your waist.
“Don’t worry Mrs. Y/L/N. I’ll have her back soon.”
Your mother stood waving on the porch as you drove off. You put your head in your hands and groaned. Diggs laughed and patted your back.
“Sorry about her. Always looking to embarrass me.”
He stopped at a stoplight, and turned towards you.
“I think it’s cute, how flustered you get. How your mom cares about you a lot.”
He smiled, but there was a sad look in his eyes, something that was hidden away.
Something you didn’t know about.
In that moment, you knew there was more to Daveed Diggs than what met the eye. Sure, he was a heartbreaker and the school player but…
There was something more there.
And you felt bad for judging him.
Once you reached the restaurant, Diggs got out of the car and raced to the other side to open it for you.
You smiled at him.
“Such a gentleman.”
He flushed, and you let him lead you inside.
Once seated, you were faced with an array of menu items, all of them so fancy sounding and so French sounding that you pronounced yourself incompetent of being able to order, and you placed the menu down.
Diggs peeped at you from over the menu, and laughed at the sight of you struggling to pronounce the French names.
“This place is kind of snobby. You want to just get out of here and get coffee?”
You immediately perked up at the mention of coffee.
“I’ll tell you what, Diggs, I’ll get coffee with you only if you promise me doughnuts.”
“Deal.”
You reached across the table and shook on it, and then sprang up and ran out of the restaurant, leaving Diggs to laugh and promptly follow you.
You laughed all the way to the Doughnut Shoppe, a local place that you absolutely adored.
After ordering 2 cappuccinos and a dozen doughnuts, you settled at a table in the corner of the restaurant, and laughed at how out-of-place you and Diggs looked in your fancy attire.
You bit into a chocolate doughnut with M&Ms and groaned.
“I love this so much.”
What you didn’t know was the Diggs wanted to say the same thing, but about you. He admired you from across the table, how cute you looked with your hair in your face and a bit of chocolate on your lipstick.
Instead, he laughed and swiped the chocolate off your lips, leaving you a bit dazed and slightly giddy.
He loved the sight of you, laughing and smiling.
And without you knowing it, Phase 7 was complete.
~
Phase 8: break his heart
No.
You couldn’t do it.
You could hardly stay away from Diggs now, and he was your every thought when you weren’t together.
You had gone on several more dates with him, each of them leaving you as lovestruck as the last.
Word around the school was that this was the longest Diggs had kept a relationship going, and with this gossip, your friends were pressuring you to break his heart.
“I mean, that’s the only reason you’re doing this plan, Y/N.”
Your friends all began to seriously doubt your belief in the plan, and you were doubting yourself as well.
“I can’t do it.”
Not to him.
After all this planning, after all these phases, you had never expected to fall for the heartbreaker.
And yet, you had.
Phase 8 was not completed. Not yet.

The Perfect Gift | Peter Parker

Prompt: I got you for secret santa so I got you this really expensive yet sentimental gift that you’ve always wanted, hoping you’ll never find out it’s from me and that I’ve been in love with you for 1234567 years
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 2,743
Author’s Note: This story probably doesn’t do justice to my month-long hiatus, but I was getting burned out by Peter and losing motivation and just needed to take a step back. Also real life is a pain, but this is what I managed to pull together.

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He’s known about this get together for weeks, months even if you include the planning stages of texts and phone calls and webcam sessions. He’s known all this time, had all these different opportunities to go out and actually spend time trying to find something that could suit you and something that he knew you would enjoy, something worth being under your possession, something you could look at and he would be proud of.

But no. Because unfortunately, unhealthy perfectionism leads to procrastination and procrastination leads to realizing that the Christmas party is less than 4 days away and Peter still hasn’t gotten anything for his secret santa. He wishes that he could say that he didn’t have enough time to go out and get anything, or that he didn’t want to wrap his head around some stupid tradition—however, the real reason is so completely opposite.

It’s not because he doesn’t care. It’s because he cares too much, because he just had to draw your name out of the hat. Seriously, out of all the people he could have chosen? What exactly were the odds of that happening?

He’s been on the verge of pulling all the hair out of his roots for weeks now, given that every single time he grew brave enough to drive to the mall, he would spend hours strolling through each store only to come out empty for each attempt. And none of the Avengers understand, who claim that you wouldn’t care about the gift ‘as long as it came from the heart’. But they don’t comprehend that Peter knows it doesn’t need to be the perfect gift, he wants it to be. He wants to somehow convey 2 years of all the love and affection and adoration he has for you into a singular item, disclose all the words and thoughts he’s always been too scared to admit out loud.

He wants to fling himself and these feelings out of the nearest window because fuck, why did emotions have to be so difficult? Why couldn’t he just bury everything away into the deep corners of his mind, where they would never have to see sunlight again? Whose fucking idea was it to ignore these feelings he’s harbored for you?

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Never Judge a Book By Its Cover

You weren’t planning on getting laid today, but if the hot librarian wants to fuck you between the bookshelves, then who are you to complain?


author: buckysbackpackbuckle
pairing:
Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count:
2281
warnings: AU, library sex

author’s note: I’m in the midst of tagging everyone, but I wanted to go ahead and get this published. If you liked my previous post, you will be tagged!

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I Love To Hate You

TITLE: I Love To Hate You

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter One

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki and you dislike each other, but you are forced into an arranged marriage and as time goes by, it barely gets better. It seems to be a marriage that will hardly be amiable but certain events causes Loki to be the husband you never thought he could be. 

RATING: Teen


NOTES/WARNINGS: Came up with this idea out of nowhere, so hopefully it will go as my mind plans. 

Loki and Thor stood at their mother’s sides, anxiously awaiting the carriages that were making their way from the gates to the palace. They had heard so much of the Vanir royal family from their mother, who had always been the closest friend and confidante of the now Queen of Vanaheim. Thor hopped up and down in excitement; but was quickly reprimand by his parents for his actions, while Loki stood stoic still. The brothers were told that the Vanir royal family had a child very similar to them in age, which to Thor meant the prospect of a new friend; however Loki was more apprehensive than his older brother, he was not as outgoing and preferred quiet and more sedate activities to the other prince.

As the carriages pulled up in front of the palace, the grandest one came to a halt just in front of them. A coachman opened the ornate door and soon after, the Vanir King exited, followed by his Queen, and finally came a young girl.

To Loki, the Vanir royals seemed comparable to the Aesir in most every way, just that they were a tad shorter, and though they were identical in features, their attire differed immensely in style.

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Some Basic College AUs for you

- Hey you look really tired and sad and so I will make it my duty to make sure you are happy. (i.e. Person A buys Person B a coffee every morning, Person A covers for Person B when they fall asleep in class/needs notes)

- I’m Person A’s friend and let me tell you they are so in love with you and I am so done with this shit so please go kiss them.

- I am Person A and Person B’s friend and they are so in love so we need to make am obscure plan to get them together.

- I’ve never seen anyone so drunk before let me take you home. (Bonus if Person A, while being carried out by Person B, says weird things like how Person B’s hair looks like pasta but it still makes Person B blush bc they’re like that)

- Listen I have missed over a month of [insert class here] and if I remember correctly your the smart ass who knows everything so please tutor me?

- I’m a super mellow Art Major and you are an uptight PoliSci Major but we have the same English Class.

- I made a bet with my friend that I could hook up with someone at this party so could you please make out with me?

- Its the holiday season so I bombard you every morning (we share the same early English Class) with hot chocolate and a cookie.

VicoDean

Title: VicoDEAN

 Prompt: @percywinchester27:  Fluffy Dean!

 Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader

 Summary: Ever wonder what Dean would be like on Vicodin? You never really thought about it until Sam drug Dean into the bunker with a broken leg.

 Warnings: Language. Dean hopped up on drugs.  ***NOTE: I have never been on medication like this, but I have heard stories/witnessed others…so here we go.  

Masterlist of FanFiction 

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

“What happened?” You cried out as you ran up to your boyfriend and Sam.  The taller brother was hunched over as he helped Dean down the steps.

“The hunt didn’t go as planned.”  He gritted out as Dean shifted.

Dean’s eyes fell on you and he giggled, trying to push Sam away to get to you. “Ana, baby!”

You didn’t know you could move so fast.  Dean began to tumble forward, falling from Sam’s hold when his cast clipped the bottom step.  His broken leg hindered his movement.  You ran forward and wrapped your arms around him, keeping him upright.

Dean smiled as his arms went around your shoulders, taking a deep breath.  “Baby, you smell so good.  Just wanna eat you up.”  He leaned down, putting his face in your neck, giving you playful little nips.

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Ruben: “You should get back to bed. It’s hardly a ‘breakfast-on-bed’ surprise if you stand and watch me make it.”

Elizabeth: “Fine. But just for the record, I don’t mind cooking as much as I maybe made out, I just hate planning what to eat. If someone gives me the ingredients and tells me what to make I’m fine.”

Ruben: “You are a funny one, Lizzie. You’ve clearly never lived alone before, then you’d have to do all the meal planning. But noted.” 

Ahhh, okay, so I was rewatching the beginning of TLD with the theory that Sherlock’s hallucination of Faith was a mirror to the night he met john (which it totally is) and I noticed a few things, like how

* “you’re living in isolation, no human contact, no visitors”

* faith never actually seems to support herself with the cane, just carries it around, and we don’t really get an explanation as to why she has it. echoes of familiar a psychosomatic limp, don’t you think?

* “you’re going out into the night with no plan on getting home, and a gun” cue zoom in on her cane, and then a flashback of john in ASiP

* Sherlock tells mrs. hudson that he “has a friend with him” when sherlock would never refer to a client he’s just met as a friend

* after sherlock deduces her note, faith’s “amazing” and his resigned “I know” as if he’s written a script and john isn’t there to perform it

* sherlock and faith traipse all over london, walking this time, not chasing criminals. but at some point he carries her cane while she walks arm in arm with him, signifying sherlock taking on john’s troubles in exchange for his companionship

* his vehemence when he first screams “your life is not your own so keep your hands off it! off it!” shows that he is actually talking to someone he cares deeply for, not a stranger.  

* still puzzling over the whole “ I took on your case because you said your life changed on one word which is also a name, but names are usually two words and not one” thing

* faith (john) clearly begins to fancy sherlock, telling him that he’s “sweet” and “nicer than anyone else”, possibly those qualities which sherlock wishes john would see he actually has? 

Never Ever - Joker X Reader

Request…Pranking the Joker goes a bit wrong. You decide to pretend you left him in the middle of the night, leaving a note that says ‘I’m leavin, Puddin, Goodbye’. You leave for the day, planning to come back later but he flips out and tracks you down.

Note- I’m so sorry this look so long also this may be like this for the others I have a lot of requests and I’m trying to get them done, please don’t be mad, love you guys for being so patient.

Never Ever- Leto!Joker X Reader

Warnings- A swear here and there, Gets mildly physical, nothing major though.

You had woken up in a little bit of a playful mood. You looked to your sleeping boyfriend and smiled, kissing his cheek gently being careful not to wake him. The clock read 6:00 am. It was early. You lift yourself off the bed slowly, tip toeing across the room to your closet to get dressed for the day. Your thoughts stirring up a plan for a little prank. It’s harmless, you thought to yourself and the more you thought on it the more you would smile and giggle silently to yourself. Oh how you loved a chase. You made your way over to the desk and pulled out a small note pad and a pen, letting the pen in your hand glide across the paper writing the words in the thick black ink, ‘I’m leavin, Puddin’, Goodbye’. You take the note pad and place it on your bedside table, turning and rushing out, a small smile on your face. You exit the building and head into the city for the day, you we’re sure to take some money alone with you.

Few Hours Later

His hand scanned the bed, starting to wake up from his rest. He needed you. Needed to hold you. When he couldn’t find your sleeping body he got a little confused. Furrowing his brow, he peaked his eyes open and looked to where you once laid. He sits up and looks around and there’s no sign of you. His eyes land on your bedside table and the little note sitting there, he snatches it into his pale hands and reads over it, he’s confused. He rereads it over and over. No explanation, no clue to where you’d be going, nothing. He gets up, anger overcoming on his face, he dresses himself and grabs his gun. Storming out of the room and down the stairs. He heads to his car and calls his henchmen.

“I don’t give a shit if there’s someone new to go and discuss business with, we are going to find her” he growls into the phone, starting the car and driving off starting his search for you.

Hours Later

The moon was high in the sky as you started making your way back to the building, you basically dedicated the day to shopping. You turn a corner and come face to face with the man you love so much. His eyes wild, he looks down to you and growls, clearly very pissed off.

“Hey” you say with a smile although on the inside you are terrified.

“Where have you been? You think you could just…just leave me like that?” he barks grabbing your arm causing you to freeze, your e/c eye going wide. His grip grows tighter as he pulls you along and back to the loft.

“Puddin, I was just- I was trying to pull a prank on you, It was a joke” you confess, pulling your arm from his grip, getting some space between the two of you in case he gets worse. He turns to you, approaching you, his tall figure making you feel a little bit intimidated.

“Does it look like I’m laughing, Y/N?” he growls, grabbing your face in his hands, glaring down at you. “You can’t leave me-” he begins but you shove him away, giving a glare of your own.

“You think I don’t know that? also…I love you, I’m a little hurt you have such little faith in me to think I’d ever actually leave you…I love you too much to do that” you retort. He stares at you, dumbfounded on the words you just spoke. How you spoke them. Your movements, just everything you had just done. You step to him, cupping his face in your hands, gently kissing his cheek. “I would never ever leave you” you say to him, looking into his emotionless blue eyes. He stares back at you and puts his forehead to yours and kisses your lips. You find yourself kissing back and wrapping your arms around him, letting your fingers run through his vibrant green hair. Both savoring the moment and feelings rushing through you.

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A Good Girl Gone Bad (Baekhyun x Reader) {Part: I of III}

Written by: Admin Bambi
Word count: 1,162
>>Requested<<

Summary: You’re a responsible student and the president of the student body. Your childhood friend and frequent hook up Baekhyun is the school resident bad boy. Things start to change when your friend Jongdae starts stepping on “his” territory. Baekhyun was never really one to share.

Author Note: I’m so sorry that this took so long but I got really into writing it and I didn’t even think it was going to turn into a series. I’ll be sure to have part 2 and 3 up as soon possible^^ Escape episode 3 trailer coming soon!! :3

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- this is going to be really shitty, but letssss goooo -

*Taps mic and clears throat*

Well, I honestly wasn’t expecting to ever reach 1,000 followers on here. I’ve only had this blog for less than three months and I would have never imagined getting this amount of people to follow me. Despite 98% of my followers being ghost followers and lingering from the darkness, I appreciate the five notes, two reblogs, and one comment I get on my stuff 😂. Seriously, thank you and I really appreciate it.

Honestly, I have nothing planned to celebrate this milestone(?) so, in all honesty, you can probably just ignore this little celebratory post. But if you have any ideas, just send me an ask or a message, but besides that, this is the only celebration thingy.

*drops mic and gets two claps*

Thank you guys once again ❤️❤️

- I told you this was going to be shit -

ejta  asked:

(part1) i was diagnosed w/ adhd when i was 7. im starting my first year of college and i can already tell im going 2 struggle. ive never been good at taking lecture notes & i have no idea how to study, but my history class says im going to NEED to do these things. also, my teacher does not think kindly of disabled folk and is irritated about how they have so many 'special accommodations'. the school has a place where disabled ppl can go & apply 2 be elligible for certain accommodations...

(part2)i havent gone yet but i do plan on it….but im scared i will get poor grades. the teacher is very old fashioned as well, and wrote so much stuff on the syllabus i couldnt even focus to read it. this is my first year without my iep and my special ed counselor being able to help me so im kind of freaking out i dont want to drop the class because im an adult and i need to learn how to deal with this, but im still scared…

(part3)do you have any helpful advice to dealing with teachers who dislike accommodating disabled students? and also maybe tips (aimed towards adhd kids) on taking lecture notes and learning how to study for a class? thanks so much and sorry the ask is in 3 parts….

Your teacher is a jerk. Now, it may be possible to get accommodations that your teacher doesn’t have to do anything for. That may be what they’re objecting to overall — they don’t want to have to do anything extra.

It sounds like what you would benefit from in terms of accommodations is (1) a note-taker for during class, and possibly recording lectures so you can listen again later while reading your notes (which is something non-disabled students do often), and (2) a tutor who will help you study for your class. The one other thing that could be beneficial is testing accommodations — extra time, a separate room, stuff like that.

We have a studying tag that you can go through to find tips for that. Note-taking during lectures is more difficult and I was never good at it so hopefully someone else will have some great tips on that count!

-J

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01.10.2017 :

My tbr stack of books although i’ll never get to them :(

Dropped my geography course, grew a pair, and enrolled into Dynamics. I have more study time and, thus far, have spent a great majority of the day dedicated to studying/reading/rewriting notes.

i plan to remain doing this because i’m actually finishing things at reasonable times!

Everything isn’t great though as i’m a full time engineering student with two jobs
( one that allows me to study on the job ) .

I’m still struggling financially, but that shouldn’t be as big a problem after this month.

( :

[Fic] A Better Life

Voltron Legendary Defender | Gen | T+

Themes: Introspective, Angst and Tragedy, implied Nymance

Warnings: none

Summary: An introspective fic focused on Nyma and her past and present. 

Notes: I finally finished that Nyma fic I’ve been planning on for months but never really sat down to work on it. I’m so excited it’s finished! I just really love Nyma, and I hope we’ll get to see more of her in later seasons. Enjoy!


The only way she was going to make anything involving herself any better was by leaving this damn planet. Rolo was stubborn, but he led a carefree smuggler’s life judging by all the exotic goods and illicit Galra tech stocked on his secret shelves. He could come and go as he pleased disguised as a merchant runner. Nyma’s stubbornness came from slaving away on a circuit assembly line all day and then returning home to a dying old hag and parents whose smiles never reached their dead eyes. And so many empty rooms.

No, she was here now, and she wasn’t going anywhere. Because going back was not an option. Rolo was the only accessible smuggler she knew about, not as secretive as the others and open to the community, garnering him a reputation of respect. And no ship was said to be faster than his. So she chose him.

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In Your Eyes

It’s been three weeks since they started working together. Three weeks of trying to find answers and getting to know each other. Sherlock had deemed it “unnecessary to their work” but John had been curious.

“When I was 14 my left hand felt like it was on fire for about a week, what did you do?”

“Chemical burn. Irrelevant.”

Sherlock was sifting through a pile of their notes that he spread over the lunch table. He was only slightly annoyed when Johns crumbs got on their work.

“You’re not planning on working through lunch again, are you?”

“Not hungry.”

“You never are. I don’t know how you’re even standing.” John points across the table at the skinny git of his friend when an idea pops into his head. “How come I can’t feel when you’re hungry?”

Sherlock pops his head up at this. “Not sure. We still haven’t narrowed down the sensory input. Sofar it’s only the three Ps.”

“The what?” John laughs out.

“Pain, pressure, and pleasure.”

“Pleasure?”

“Oh please, John. We’re both adults, I think it’s obvious that we’ve both had a wank before.”

John struggles not to choke on his drink. He fails, ears starting to turn pink. He hadn’t thought about Sherlock feeling whenever he jerked himself off. Christ why hadn’t he thought about that? If he had he probably wouldn’t have had a wank earlier.

“Oh stop it John, I need you to focus now. We have an experiment.”

“What experiment could we possibly have to do now?” John says, incredulously, watching as Sherlock cleans up the piles of paperwork and opens up a fresh notebook.

“You wanted me to eat, didn’t you?”

“You’re going to eat?”

“We both are actually. A variety of foods, until we can’t anymore.”

“You’re trying to induce a stomach ache?”

“I’m trying to document a stomach ache. And anything else we might feel.”

“And how are we going to get that much food?”

Sherlock rolls his eyes. “My brother got me an advanced meal plan in hopes that it would coax me into eating some of this garbage.”

“It’s not all bad.” John muses.

“Yes, you seem to be very taken by your bologna sandwich.” Sherlock says before leaving the table and rushing towards the lunch line.

“Oi!” John calls after him.

Within minutes Sherlock returns with platefuls of food that looked like they almost threatened to topple over.

“Did you have to buy out the entire cafeteria?”

“I hardly bought the entire cafeteria, John. It’s only two plates of the essentials.”

“Which are?”

“Filling foods that will likely cause reactions.”

“Reactions?”

“Hot and cold foods, we’ve done this once before.”

“Why would it be different now?”

“The objective this time isn’t to burn our tongues or get a brain freeze. It’s to analyze the visceral reactions that the temperatures cause before our stomachs start to hurt.”

“So we’re basically just recording stuff that’s probably happened to us before in life?”

Sherlock groans, loud. “Yes, essentially. But it needs to be documented! Now that we know-”

“I know.” John says before giving Sherlock a cheeky wink and grabbing one of the plates.

——

It takes over an hour for them both to finish eating and for all the notes to be catalogued with the rest. When they have finally finished eating their horribly massive meal Sherlock had reclined himself on the dining hall chair, his body almost slipping to the floor. He looked relaxed.

John stretched back in his chair and rubbed over his belly. That was a good meal.

His thoughts were cut short when Sherlock jerked in his seat, nearly landing himself on the ground.

“Sherlock, are you alright?”

“Mm’fine.” Sherlock grunts out, but he’s sitting at an awkward angle now and his hands are covering his stomach, his feet firmly planted on the floor in a valiant effort not to fall.

“Sherlock what’s wrong? I can’t feel it, you’ve got to talk to me.”

John is rushing to Sherlocks side before he can protest.

“You didn’t feel that?” Sherlock says, gasping as he slips from the chair and actually does fall over this time.

“Fuck!” John shouts, watching Sherlock get up from the floor. “Well I felt that.”

“Different sensitivity! Of course!”

Sherlock was writing something down in the notes now and John tried reading it but Sherlock was writing so fast that his handwriting had turned into this horrible scrawl. He was definitely excited.

“Care to explain to the class?”

“John! This is brilliant! Our sensitivities don’t match. Oh - oh this is perfect!”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means we’re not actually connected by touch itself. Not like we thought atleast. We feel what the other feels but in our own way.”

Sherlock wasn’t using his normal scientific terminology, which John attributed to him being so excited. It’s nice seeing him let loose like this.

“Can you give me an example?”

“Easy. When I fell, you felt it more than I did. Our pain scales are clearly different. We’ll have to see how that affects our three Ps later.”

“What about before? When I couldn’t feel what was happening?”

Sherlock froze for a second but nevertheless carried on. “You clearly aren’t ticklish.”

John burst out laughing.

“Shut up!”

John brings his hands close to his own belly and smirks when he sees Sherlock flinch.

“Ta Sherlock, i’m sure I’ll be using that.” John says before picking up his things from the lunch table.

John! - John, where are you going?”

“Not everyone can pass their classes without showing up!”

——-

It wasn’t until his class was almost half over that he started to feel a tiny pressure rubbing at his wrist and up his arms. It was varying between tiny scratches and rubbing pressure. John was starting to get annoyed. Is he itchy or something?

He only started to worry when he felt the hands rubbing against his legs. It was only the tops of his legs but the pressure was surprisingly hard. He started to shift slightly in his seat.

The pressure changed places again, the hands were rubbing up his chest now and he jolted backwards in his seat. He nearly toppled over.

“Mate, are you alright?” He heard his friend Mike say.

“Yes, fine.”

He wasn’t fine. He was angry and starting to get aroused. Was he getting revenge for when I tickled him? He can’t, he knows I’m in a class..

He thought about pulling out his phone to give Sherlock a piece of his mind but he knew that his teacher had a no phone policy and he’d rather not get kicked out of class today.

But then he remembered that he could use morse code. He tapped out a message onto his kneecap.

What the fuck are you doing, Sherlock?

He could feel Sherlock biting his lip.

Experiment. Three Ps. Are you taking notes?

No I’m not taking bloody notes! I’m in a class, Sherlock. I can’t do this now.

When Sherlock started to rub the inside of his thighs he nearly moaned. He could feel the cheap dorm mattress creak against his back and he could just picture Sherlock spread out, naked and touching himself.

This was bad. He was getting hard.

Sherlock stop. He tapped out, and then quickly added. I won’t take notes.

Don’t be an idiot John. Why wouldn’t you?

Because I refuse to do this in public.. and not with you!

Sherlock stayed quiet after that. In fact, John didn’t hear a word out of Sherlock for days.

Not until precisely three days later at exactly ten in the morning. John was just getting out of bed when he felt it. First there was a sharp pain in his ankle and then he felt his right side hit the floor. Sherlock!

It stung and the abruptness of it almost made him topple over himself.

He heard his phone ring on his bedside table and he snatched it up without even looking at the number.

“Sherlock! Are you alright?”

“Is this John Watson?”

John was surprised to hear a woman answer the phone.

“Yes, where’s Sherlock? Is he alright?”

“He’s fine. He just fell during practice, I’m Irene by the way.”

“Practice?”

“For ballet, darling. You should come watch us sometime. Might be fun.”

John thought about that for a moment. They hadn’t seen each other for days, apparently both deciding that some distance would do them some good. John can only hope that it worked.

“Yeah sure, I’ll be over soon.”

“Oh wonderful!”

—–

By the time John was ready to leave his dorm he could feel Sherlock dancing again. He felt him jumping and leaping and twirling, but it concerned him that he could also still feel the sharp pain from Sherlock’s ankle. He grabbed his med kit and strode out of his room.

It took John longer than he’d care to admit that he didn’t know where he was going. He cursed himself for not asking Irene for directions.

But who was Irene exactly? How did she know Sherlock?

Now that John thought about things more clearly without the adrenaline filled haze he had when he first woke up, he realized that he could remember feeling Sherlock dance a lot. In fact, dancing was something Sherlock had probably done since he was very young. Was Irene his partner?

The second that thought crossed his mind he felt the touch of a very feminine hand cross over his stomach.

John doesn’t understand why he felt so jealous in that instance. He isn’t dating Sherlock, he shouldn’t be feeling so possessive.

By the time John finally figures out that the ballet hall is connected to the athletic building, it’s half past eleven. John quietly berates himself as he pushes open the doors.

All proper form of thought is drawn to a halt as he sweeps into the room and catches his first glance at Sherlock in days. He was intertwined with a woman - Irene - and they were twirling around the floor. He lifted her up and carried her, spinning her round’ the room. They looked so eloquent.

Irene herself was stunning, with her hair all pinned up and her bright red lipstick a fantastic shade of scarlet. John didn’t know much about ballet attire but he knew enough to know that she was wearing a black halter leotard with some sort of nude mesh on the back. Whatever it was called, he didn’t care. She looked amazing in it.

And Sherlock - Oh bloody Christ - Sherlock was wearing a black unitard that just fit him so nicely. John was a little concerned at how his mouth watered when he looked at him.

Could Sherlock feel that? Fuck, of course he could. Fuck.

Almost as if Sherlock could read his bloody mind, he spun around with Irene and looked him dead in the eye.

“John? What are you-”

“I invited him.”

“When?” Sherlock snapped.

“When you fell. Figured you’d appreciate it.”

John watched their conversation unfold and felt even more unwelcome as Sherlock rolled his eyes and glared at Irene.

“I can go if you like, but I’d rather take a look at your ankle first.”

“My ankle is fine, John.”

“No it’s not, I can still feel it. You’re hurt.”

“It’s no worse than your rugby injuries.”

“Sherlock I can feel it, for christs sake!”

Who cares!

That gave John pause, because ever since they met each other and started working together all they cared about was how the other person felt at any given moment. This was definitely bad.

“Ooh boys, what’s with all the tension?”

John opened his mouth to speak but suddenly didn’t know what to say. Sherlock strode across the room and John could feel his ankle throb as he walked. John tried not to cringe. He looked over at Irene’s smiling face and wondered what she thought of him barging in like he was and telling Sherlock that he can feel when he’s hurt. She must think I’m a loon.

“We’re fine Irene. John stop with that face, she knows.”

How can you always tell what I’m thinking?

“Well, that does make me seem less like a dunce, I hope.”

“Oh you certainly don’t come off as a dunce.” Irene purred.

John didn’t miss how Sherlock groaned.

“Alright you, on the bench. Let me see your ankle.”

“John it’s fine.”

“I didn’t bring my medkit for nothing, Sherlock. Just let me have a look?”

Sherlock sighs and plops down onto the bench. John has a sneaking suspicion that he put a bit of extra force behind it to irritate John.

Sherlock crosses his right leg over his left knee on the bench and starts taking off his shoes and rolling up the tights on his unitard so John can inspect his ankle. He only lightens up a bit when Irene slides next to him.

John pokes and prods at Sherlock’s ankle watching him cringe and squirm minutely. He can feel it himself, but as they’ve discovered recently, it isn’t exact. He needs to know what Sherlock is feeling exactly.

“Are you almost done?” Sherlock snapped.

“Let him work, Sherlock.”

John sits back on his heels and looks up at Sherlock. “Right, how much is it hurting. Be honest.”

“Can’t you tell?” Irene asked, now bewildered.

“We’ve found that it’s actually skewed based on our individual skin sensitivities and pain scales. Which is why I need you to cooperate, Sherlock.”

Sherlock sighs but otherwise deigns to stay quiet.

“Ohh come on Shezza, help the poor doctor out a tad. You can sulk later.”

Shezza?” John laughed out.

“Oh hush, it’s a darling nickname.”

John smiled at that. They must have been close. It was good to see that Sherlock had friends that he could joke around with. He had heard rumors around campus that Sherlock was some sort of freak that no one wanted to associate with, he was glad they were only rumors.

“It hurts.” Sherlock said on a sigh.

“Well, I could tell you that much. Would it help if we treated this like an experiment? We could test our pain scales.”

Sherlocks eyes widen almost comically at that statement.

“I thought - didn’t you want to stop?”

“Sherlock what are you talking about?”

Sherlock shifts slightly on the bench. “You got mad last time.”

Oh.. John almost gasps as he realizes what he means. That’s why he’s been so quiet. That’s why he’s been so angry. Fuck.. John looks over at Irene in confusion.

“That’s why you invited me here isn’t it?”

“Mmhm. He’s been insufferable lately.”

“Christ. Alright. Sherlock I just didn’t want to - you have to understand..” John looks back over at Irene again awkwardly before asking. “Sorry. Can we actually have some privacy?”

“Take all the time you need, boys.” She says with a wink, before moving out of the room.

“John you don’t need to say anything, I can continue my research alone if I must.”

“No!” John shouted, because that was the absolute last thing John wanted. “I was in class, Sherlock. You can’t just - that’s not something you do, okay? In public.”

“I don’t know if I follow?”

“You were.. Christ Sherlock you were touching yourself! I couldn’t experiment with that, okay. Not then.”

“No I wasn’t! Not my genitalia anyway. I stayed clear of that for the specific reason of not interfering with your class.”

John sighed. “You do know what an erogenous zone is, don’t you?”

“Of course I do! I just thought..” Sherlock took a long suffering sigh. “I sometimes like to have my thighs rubbed. Not sexually. I thought that would work for pleasure instead of..” Sherlock filled in the rest with a flap of his hands.

“Oh.” Was all John could say.

“Did you want to try the other way?” Sherlock asked.

John nearly choked on air. “I don’t know.”

“Well it’s going to happen eventually, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know, Sherlock.”

And Christ, he didn’t. There was so much to think about. Would they be in the same room? Would they look at each other? Would they talk? There was too much to think about and it was all overwhelming.

Don’t do it, John. Don’t fall for this brilliant bastard.

“When was the last time you had a wank, John? I remember that you used to be fairly regular.”

“Bloody hell, Sherlock you can’t just ask a person that.”

“But we’re connected, what does it matter?”

“Fuck. Four days, Sherlock. It’s been four - oh god damnit your ankle!” John says as he notices it turning a rough shade of pink.

“Yes, I was wondering when you’d get back to that.”

“Quiet you.” John said as he dug around in his med kit for an ice pack. “Here, hold this on it with pressure.”

“John it’s fine, really.”

“No, it’s not. It’s swelling. You’ve twisted it Sherlock. Why did you keep dancing on it?”

“I need the practice!”

“You hardly need much, you were brilliant.”

John doesn’t miss how Sherlock practically lights up at the compliment. He smirks a little but quickly tamps down his pride. He isn’t yours..

“Irene and I are putting on a showcase next month to fund our research. I need the practice.”

“Really? That’s amazing. Is it just the two of you?”

“No, Irene got some of her friends from the performing arts department to help out.”

“Is there anything I can do? I’d love to help.”

“You can bring your rugby mates.” Irene purred from the doorway.

Sherlock rolled his eyes but nevertheless seemed unperturbed by Irene’s eavesdropping. John just shrugged.

“Sure, why not. I’ll bring some roses too.” John said.

“Oh, what a gentleman. How lovely.”

John smiled at her. He knew she was flirting with him, probably had been since she walked in the room, but he felt awkward flirting in front of Sherlock. He couldn’t explain it.

But on the other hand.. Irene was breathtaking.

“John?” Sherlock asked and once again John was forced to wonder if Sherlock could read his mind.

“Yes Sherlock?”

“Can I still dance on it?”

Oh.

Sherlock looked impossibly young then. He was biting his lip and crossing his arms at his front.

“You should stay off it for a few days, just to be safe. But after that you should be fine.”

Sherlock groaned. “Can’t you do something, John?”

“Don’t be so stubborn, Sherlock.” Irene pipes up. “You’ve got doctors orders to rest.”

“Well I’m not a doctor yet, exactly.”

“Oh hush. You’re good enough. Now be a dear and help me get this big baby back to his dorm.”

——-
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400 Followers!!!

OMG. I logged on this morning and looked through my notifications and noticed that I have 400 Followers! EEP!! I never thought when I started this blog that I’d get fifty followers, let alone a hundred, and now I have 4 times that many!

I love you all and I just hope you know how much I appreciate your support and patience. If you didn’t see my announcement last night I plan to have a snart x reader posted by 9:00PM EST. There will also be two additional fics coming by the end of the week. 

I’d like to thank my “biggest fans” (for the month) @girlwhoflewaway @thefandomscontrol @dreaming2001 @you-didnt-see-that-cuming (for the week) @kingbouji3 @ultimate-fangirl4life @makacska (for the past 3 days) @staringatademigod @zoe-rachel-crisp 

And this is to the first 10 followers I ever had. You following me made me so incredibly happy. I was so nervous starting out and you helped validate this for me. I knew I wouldn’t just be shouting out into an empty internet void, that someone was going to see my hard work. @magicintheelements @naomyislit @willowvine @reginadediego @superhuman-imagines @veni-o-vidi-o-amavi @dopest-dope-you-ever-smoked @aesthetic-moondust @nikkirosseee @helloimfinethankyouandyou

And to every other follower - THANK YOU!

All my love-

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skarchomp  asked:

Gravity Falls

  1. Pacifica Northwest was a terrible one-note character who single-handedly brought down the quality of every episode she was in.  This could have been entirely avoided if the writers had put a moment of thought into developing her character beyond “bitchy rich girl”.
  2. “The Love God” had the worst main plot in the entire series.  Change it so that it’s about Mabel trying to use a love potion to get Wendy and Robbie to get back together, but her plan fails and Robbie gets together with Tambry organically.
  3. I was always disappointed in how Ford was never really taken to task for how he treated Dipper so preferentially over Mabel
  4. Dipper’s crush on Wendy should have been resolved at the end of Season 1, instead of continuing on and on for the whole fucking series and getting more and more annoying every time it came up again
  5. Fewer incest shippers
usuk writing 10/11; nsfw

hey there anon! u know i think its so funny that all of yall love this blanket series so much. i really didn’t spend a lot of time when i filled the initial prompt and expected it to get like 3 notes. it’s so funny that it’s my most loved fic so far!

so i will be honoring this prompt in celebration of the success of this series, as well as my recent milestone of 100 followers!!! i could not be more grateful to you guys, i never would have thought that i would become a fic writer as well after 5 years of simply reading usuk fics. with your support i plan to continue for a long time <3!!!! this chapter is a direct sequel to this chapter and the fic began with this chapter! here’s the link to the fic on ao3. i hope you enjoy this! 


The two of them stumbled into their nest. Arthur dropped the blanket so that they could grab onto each other more fully. They fell onto the few remaining sheets of their nest, kissing and touching each other as much as they could. 

One second without their lips together was one second too long. They had been waiting for this moment for years.

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An older drawing of Flash Step, a character I plan to use for a certain project down the line.

(Side note: prepare for more ‘concept art’ pics like this in the near future. I have a lot of these just sitting around that never got uploaded on the off chance they might spoil stuff (if any of my various project ideas ever got off the ground, of course, but that’s a story for another day). At this point I’ve just decided that I’d rather risk a spoiler or two in exchange for getting more feedback.)