i really enjoy how his expression is exactly the same in all of these

Yuri!!! On Stage Event Report!

So today (4/29/2017) I went to the Yuri on Ice Yuri on Stage event. To clarify though, I was not at the actual Tokyo event, rather a live viewing at a local movie theater. Which of course does alter the experience but it’s the next best thing. At first I thought the theater was only doing the afternoon session, but very last minute I ended up being able to attend both!

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A cage of golden glass

Synopsis: There was you. An ordinary human girl, wrong place, wrong time. Then there was Loki. God of Mischief, war criminal. When Thor brings you to Asgard to ensure your safety, there is nobody else you come to hate more passionately than his evil foster brother. Then Odin finally decides on a new and much more effective kind of punishment for Loki, causing your whole world to fall apart. He would simply marry him off to a mortal, someone who is, by all means, “beneath” him. You.

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Rating: M
Chapter: 1/1 (Oneshot)
Words: 7217
Warnings: smut, forced marriage

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Writing is Hard, part 7: The Shower

Summary: Dean doesn’t appreciate the story you write about your first time.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Warning: Smut, awkward sex gone wrong (but it gets fixed!)

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


It’s a little sweaty when you wake up. Dean’s on his stomach with his face turned away from you, snoring a tiny bit, his body sprawling over the king-sized bed and leaving you curled up in one tiny little corner.

He does look good, though. The sunlight can’t get through the curtains, but you left a lamp on, and the muscles of his back are all exposed in the dim light. You lean up to get a better view and appreciate him fully, and instantly groan. Your muscles hurt. Apparently, you’ve been curled up in knots all night, and you desperately need to stretch out.

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{PART 1} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; You drive to your boss‘s house with the intention of returning his wallet he left at the office. You feel uneasy, seeing his manor for the first time - Jungkook also feels uneasy, but for reasons that you could never begin to imagine.

A/N; This is the first instalment of a request I received that I decided to turn into a series that will contain smut. I’ll release a new chapter every Tuesday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time), I hope you enjoy part 1 ^^

{Part 1} {Part 2}

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music

2. We were dancing but all of a sudden it’s a slow song and we’re standing here awkwardly staring at each other

This Winter Screw is going much better than the last.

For one thing, Bittle’s date isn’t throwing up on his shoes, which Jack understood happened last year. And right now Bittle appears to be dancing with his date, or something like it. Jack, having seen the way Bittle can dance at parties, knows he’s toning it way down. Even so, Bittle is fun to watch on the dance floor, how the light catches his hair and how his smile widens as he jerks his hips from side to side with a laugh. He just always looks like he’s having a great time.

It strikes Jack kind of funny that he’s decided this Screw is going well based entirely on how good of a time Bittle’s having. God knows it has nothing to do with himself and his own date. Camilla and Jack have a quiet understanding; she’s with her friends, he’s … here, watching his pal on the dance floor, with an already-drained clear plastic cup of water and strangely itchy fingers.

But Jack’s not the kind of guy who has an actively good time at these things – they’re okay, he’s okay. It’s guys like Bittle, who are capable of having amazing times or miserable ones, that Jack has to calibrate his experience by.

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Another Chance

Summary: The reader ends up on a double date with Dean and she is not happy about it. Will they have a good time or will they drive themselves and everyone else crazy?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,979

Natalie’s 1,000 Follower Celebration Challenge - “Marriage! The end of spontaneous sex, travelling by yourself, and buying whatever you want without having to ask permission. Right?” – How To Be Single. @frickfracklesackles


“I can’t do this. I’m leaving your ass here. Call me when you need to be picked up!” You declare strongly, ignoring the sheer panic flashing across your best friend’s pretty features.

“Don’t you dare. Let’s go!” Jenny huffs theatrically, grabbing a hold of your bicep and refusing to set you free.

“I did not agree to this.” You whine dramatically making your best friend suddenly shoot daggers at you.

“You agreed to go on this double date! Come on, Y/N. This is my first date with Sam and I’m really nervous. I need a buffer.”

“I figured my date would be someone I actually like. Sam has so many cute friends and he picked his god damn brother. What the fuck?”

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kilometri-and-co  asked:

My favorite levi trope is that he loves cats because i love cats and i love people being nice to cats and feeding them.

The vet nurse was cute.

He wore scrubs covered in colourful little cartoon animals and his sneakers were lime green. He cradled cats with both arms, staring deep into their eyes as he carried a one-sided conversation with all the gravity and solemnity of a conversation between adults. He didn’t make his voice higher or speak adorable nonsense. He picked them up and asked them, by name, how they were feeling. He nodded, his sombre expression made more so by the frown that would crease his brow.

“I heard, Grandpa, you had another belly ache.”

Grandpa slowly reached up one paw and placed it gently on ‘My Name Is Levi!’s chin. The vet nurse nodded, thin lips puckered in thought.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Levi looked at Eren and it was amazing how his expression didn’t exactly change but there was something else that shifted in his countenance. Something that went from the subtle familiarity with which he handled Grandpa to a sort of deadpan surprise.

“You’re not Mikasa.”

“No, um.” Eren wrung his beanie in his hands. “She’s on vacation. I’m pet-sitting.” He looked nervously at Grandpa who had his paws curled against his chest. He looked at Eren almost accusingly with big yellow eyes. You did this to me, they seemed to say. There will be a reckoning.

“What happened.” Levi didn’t pose it like a question. He said it like it didn’t matter; he wouldn’t believe whatever nonsense Eren came up with anyway, he’d figure it out soon enough. He said it like he was on Grandpa’s side already. Eren felt ridiculous. More than the early drive to the vet and Mikasa’s inevitable wrath, he resented Grandpa for making the cute vet nurse look at him like he was the world’s biggest idiot.

“He’s an indoor cat—“

“I know.”

“Right.” Eren looked down at his feet. Levi’s stare was unwavering. “He ran out last night while I was putting out the garbage. I think he ate something weird.”

The vet nurse sighed. He shook Grandpa a little in his arms. A gentle reprimand.

“You, sir, know better.”

“I’m sorry. God, Mikasa is going to kill me.”

“This happens more often than you think,” Levi said. He looked up at Eren with an arched eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”

Eren looked at him, startled by the bluntness.

“No, I’m single.”

Levi’s eyes widened and Eren only then realised his mistake.

“Ah!” They stared at each other, Eren in mortification and Levi in shock. “Ah! No! Yes – I mean no! She’s my sister!”

Eren felt him shrink in on himself. The butterflies in his belly turned into a flight of kamikaze’s plummeting devastatingly into his gut.

Then Levi smiled.

Just a faint upward tilt to the corner of his lips. His eyes were laughing, though, and now he was actually looking at Eren properly.

“You’re Eren, right? Mikasa’s mentioned you before.”

“…Really?” To her vet nurse? “Why?”

Levi looked down at Grandpa and Eren had the nagging suspicion he was avoiding Eren’s eye.

“You should ask her.”


“Hello?”

“You scheming cow.”

Hi, Eren,” Mikasa’s tinny voice said sweetly through the receiver. “The holiday’s going great, thanks for asking! How are you?”

“I panicked! I thought I’d killed Grandpa!”

“Arsenic couldn’t kill that dumb cat. He’s just a dramatic old shit who’s just senile enough to enjoy visiting the vet. Did you meet Levi?” And Eren could tell by the smug edge to her tone she knew everything already.

“I hate you. I’m never cat-sitting again. That was mortifying, I’ll never live this down.”

“No, bud, you owe me. When’s the date?”

Eren sighed.

“Next Wednesday.”

Job Satisfaction [S]

pairings/characters: kth x reader

genre: smut; one shot?

word count: 6k

summary: Taehyung needs something more than just money if he’s going to keep working for you.

‘When it comes to what you want, you dont mind playing dirty.’

Mafia!Au Sniper!Taehyung

pure smut, lacking context but hints to possible continuation

Originally posted by donewithjeon

“You know that these works are supposed to leave no traces right?” You whisper more to yourself than to your subordinates as you read through the last article.

Another killing was spotted in Seoul, by the same mysterious shooter who left the sign “V” everywhere he went. He was notorious for the lack of traces he left, each investigation reaching a dead end every time. But he was no mystery to you. You knew who he was because he worked for you.

The man in the picture, his skin drenched in his own pool of scarlet blood was none other than your so-called “trade partner” one that was sucking you dry of all your resources. Things were simple when dealing with weapons.

“I supply goods, you pay me money.”

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Knuckles: Boxer!Ashton (Part 3)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Pulling up.

Coming down x

You take a final look in the vanity mirror, adjusting bits of your done-up hair to reach a balanced mixture of messy yet elegant. There’s a certain strand that’s been having a time taunting you all day, springing from it’s bobbypin every chance it gets, and you decide to just gift it the freedom it’s worked so hard for, removing the clip at the last second and dropping it on the dresser. Black tie events are far from your forté, but you’re trying your best to play the part for Ashton. The last time you wore a dress this long or heels this high had to be your senior prom, and the jitters in your stomach make you feel like you’re getting ready for it all over again: nervous to see your date, paranoid about something going wrong, trying too hard to impress people you don’t know. At least this time you can look forward to alcohol being there.

You grab your phone and a clutch full of necessities before heading out the door, slowly making your way down the steps as you’re reminded how difficult it is to walk in heels. Whose bright idea was it to invent these things? They’ll be kicked off by the end of the night, no doubt. Your feet are already starting to hate you.

At the edge of the sidewalk a tall figure awaits your descent. He’s sporting a classic black and white tuxedo perfectly tailored to accentuate his striking physique, a thin tie hung from the collar rather than a bow. It’s quite a contrast to the athletic shorts and t-shirts you’re used to seeing him in, but you definitely aren’t complaining. The mop of brown curls that usually fall over his eyes have been trimmed and styled for the occasion, and the two week old beard he claimed he was too lazy to shave has disappeared from his chiseled face, cleaning him up significantly. Ashton has always been more of the ruggedly handsome type to you; the kind of person who looks his best straight after rolling out of bed in the morning. However this new side of him, one so sharp and expensive, inflicts serious damage to your will power, and it takes every ounce of your conscious control to not just blow off the event and drag him straight back up to your apartment.

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Keith’s Galra DNA

So this is a long one, but I think it’s important.

This will go in the “Headcanon” category. If you want to take this idea and expand upon it, please do! Tag me so I can see what you create! And HERE are my other headcanons!

I was sitting in a science class, thinking about Voltron, as you do. And a theory came up and hit me out of nowhere.

Now, I’m no biology major. But we’re talking about a show with giant space robot lions forming to make a giant space robot man piloted by an escaped prisoner with a magic/tech arm and four teenagers. I don’t think scientific accuracy is our main concern.

We know Keith is part Galra. We just don’t know how much. A lot of people are going for the 75/25 split in favor of human, because of how he looks. This is called phenotype - how our genes are expressed outwardly. But phenotype is determined by dominant and recessive genes. The genotype is what the DNA is actually made of.

With that in mind, you can have a 50/50 split in favor of Galra, with human being all dominant. With all the aliens out there that are even vaguely human-looking (with face structure, body structure, etc), it seems like human-like traits seem to be dominant in this universe’s genome. And we see Keith having human traits in the dominant form - dark hair, dark eyes. So we can think that most, if not all of Keith’s Galra DNA is in the recessive form in the genotype. It’s there, we just don’t see it. It could even be a 75/25 split in favor of Galra instead of human, but all be hidden. This is why some children look so much like one parent and almost nothing like the other.

So now that we’ve got the science out of the way, let’s talk about the Blade of Marmora episode and get some theories going.

Imagine Keith’s blade triggering the Galra DNA in his system, pulling it from genotype to phenotype. All the Galra traits were there, but they were all in the recessive form. The magic purple flash changed them all from recessive to dominant. That’s not exactly how our DNA works, but we also have this quintessence stuff that turned him a bit purple? We’re talking about alien biology, cut me some slack.

But this switch wouldn’t happen instantly (like we all wanted and made edits of). It would take time for the biology to catch up.

And that’s the transformation we wanted.

Imagine Keith getting super hungry, his body craving the nutrients to grow ears, claws, a new set of teeth, maybe a tail. With all the hand-to-hand combat he does, he must burn a lot of calories already. He goes to each meal eating three bowls of food goo, begging Hunk to make something with a lot of calcium because he’s so hungry. But once his body has stored up enough, the hunger disappears. He starts to feel nauseated. Who knows what a Galra diet entails, but it’s certainly not food goo.

Imagine him waking up to find that his body is itching from starting to sprout a fine layer of purple hair. He tries to shave it off his face, but it grows back by the end of the day (I mean, come on, they have to have razors on the castleship. There’s no way all of them stay so cleanly shaven, even if you go to the extreme and only count Shiro and Coran growing facial hair).

As his ear biology shifts, his hearing goes out of commission for a while. He tries to read lips, and it works pretty well, but you can’t read lips over an intercom through the Lions. The same thing happens with his eyes. The corners of them start to turn yellow, and his vision blurs as his actual eye is changing.

His jaw would start to ache like getting wisdom teeth, except for his entire mouth, until one day while he’s brushing them in the morning, they start to fall out. Depending on how different Galra bone structure is, he could even be incapacitated for a few days. We never see what a Galra foot looks like, or if their skull structure is different for the ears. He might even grow to a more Galra height, making him even more hungry.

I imagine that he would stay vaguely human-like. He wouldn’t change into an Ulaz-looking Galra, but a much more human-looking Galra. Short for a Galra, tall for a human, and much more human facial features. He’d keep his iconic mullet (even it turned just a tad bit more purple), his gloves would accentuate the aesthetic of claws, he’d even be able to master the very annoyed Galra snarl with the sharp teeth poking out. He would still look like Keith.

To end on a happy note, imagine the entire Voltron team being there for him during this transformation. Hunk would make him the most nutrient-packed meals he can manage, making sure to blend them up into a smoothie so his teeth don’t hurt. Pidge would dive into the science behind it, and even though Keith doesn’t fully understand, it’s somewhat comforting to know that someone does. Lance would absolutely be the personal cheerleader, always talking about how cool it is to have a Galra on their team and all the advantages it brings. Shiro would not only be the King of Moral Support but also help with the physical aspects. He’d train with Keith every day to help him adjust to the new Galra body. Coran would spout the history of Galra before Zarkon started taking over the universe, telling him about their culture and all the good things about them. And after a long period of giving him the cold shoulder, Allura would finally apologize. She’d take great strides to mend the relationship, even going so far as to do research into where his mother may have gone because she knows what it’s like to lose parents. And while that’s not directly helping him with the physical pain, it’s giving him very good peace of mind.

TL;DR: If Keith is going to have a more Galra form, it would be a much more gradual and painful change than just *poof* Galra. And everyone, even Allura, would be happy to help him with it.

anonymous asked:

I NEED a BLURB ABOUT HOLDING HARRY BC HE is sad about his performance and you comfort him pleaseeee

Here you go, have some fluff :)


Saturday Night

He was nervous.

He didn’t want me or anyone else to know he was, but I could tell. And who wouldn’t be? It was his first performance in over a year, and his first ever as a solo artist. I would have been nothing but a ball of nerves if it were me. He’d paced back and forth in the green room, spreading his fingers out as far as they would go, bringing them back into a fist over and over again, repeating the cycle each time he’d make it to the other end of the room and turn around on his heels.

I’d sat quietly on the sofa, nibbling on the display of fruit and crackers that sat in the middle of the coffee table. I was nervous too, but I said nothing unless it was to reply to a question, giving him the most space I possibly could. I’d asked him earlier if he would rather I took a seat in the audience, but he assured me he wanted me backstage, waiting for his return. Though he never expressed why exactly, I took it to mean he wanted me to be there for him, for him to see my face and perhaps share an embrace after he’d walked off stage, and I took comfort in that.

I’d watched his first performance on the monitor in the green room, sitting on the edge of my seat, my hands tucked underneath my thighs as I bit my bottom lip. By the end of the song, I’d felt my eyes well up, quickly wiping them away with the back of my hand before he saw. I could tell as soon as he walked in that he was less than pleased with himself. He’d missed a couple of notes, his voice raspier than usual from all the practicing, and once he’d even had to drop a word at the end of the phrase due to lack of air. I knew he had to be mentally scolding himself. But I’d thought it was flawless. He’d done it. He was Harry Styles, rockstar.

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Punk (Chap. 2)

Originally posted by kryzx

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1805

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  I hope you like this chapter, for some reason I enjoy it a lot though it’s not much.  I have a three day weekend coming up so hopefully I can continue working on my fics.  Thanks for your patience and I LOVE the feedback :]


 

Natasha Romanov was many things: ace assassin, hotshot hacker, super spy.  Pleasant in the morning?  No. Not one of her virtues. You might as well have poked a sleeping bear with a pointy stick; their reactions were generally the same.  Though the bear was more likely to let you live, come to think of it.  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

 The red head cradled her mug as she shuffled back towards the bed with eyes half open.  You took that as an invitation, though it probably wouldn’t work on vampires, you’d have to remember that should the time come.  You kicked the door shut and plopped onto the bed where a half-naked Clint was slowly entering the world of consciousness.  You signed “good morning” to him once his confused expression grazed from Natasha and back to you.  He grinned puckishly before speaking aloud, “Is it my birthday?”

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force of habit. 12x10 coda. deancas. (ao3)

“Is this something we’re doing now?” Cas asks. “Being honest about how we feel?”

Dean looks up from his beer to find Cas staring at him, one eyebrow raised in a way that’s decidedly snarky. There’s something in the steadiness of Cas’ gaze, though, in the tilt of his head, that tells Dean it was an actual question and he expects an honest answer.

He had felt good earlier, after giving up the charade and admitting he wasn’t angry. It had felt nice to have things out in the open. He had relaxed, had told himself he could be honest and things would be all right, that he wouldn’t scare Cas off. He had wondered, for a few minutes, why he always felt the need to reign himself in, to bury his care and his concern under a facade. He had asked himself why he still bothered.

Dean sees, now, that he had just talked himself into becoming complacent. As soon as the words are out of Cas’ mouth, Dean’s heart suddenly starts doing double time. Ah, right, he thinks. That’s why. This is why he had changed the subject earlier, when Cas had made it clear he would die for them.

Dean still has limits that Cas seems uniquely excellent at pushing him to. He isn’t doing it on purpose, Dean thinks. It’s one of those human things he never quite got the hang of. Cas has always stood a little too close, stared a little too long. He’s always said things that unsettle Dean in a way he doesn’t quite understand, and this is no exception.

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Fragility {Part 2/3}

Originally posted by fairybcby

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader, Slight Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Photographer Yoongi AU, angst, smut

Warnings: Minor character death

“You didn’t need to completely rip yourself apart just so that Yoongi could be whole. That’s not how friendship works…That’s not how love works.”

Part 1 | Part 3


Time had passed both slowly and quickly. Nothing had changed and yet everything had changed.

In reality, things were how they always had been. Your friendship with Yoongi continued like normal and he still had no clue that Hoseok had confided in you about Yoongi’s past that night.

You would meet up and go for drinks or spend days out together just walking around town and every time you would discover new parts that you hadn’t previously known existed. He had this strange ability of being able to whisk you away from your everyday life and he helped you to see the beauty in even the most mundane of things. There really wasn’t anyone like him.

He would always bring his camera and your eyes had quickly grown adjusted to the intense white flash that would often pour out from it.

On the surface, everything seemed perfect.

However, in your mid a perpetual hurricane raged on. You tried to calm it, you tried to gather your emotions and keep yourself stable but it was to no avail. You had hoped whatever it was you thought you felt towards Yoongi would quickly fade away. You’d longed for it to be nothing more than a short lived infatuation.  Yet, if anything, your feelings had only amplified. Every time you saw him smile it was as if another piece of you fell in love with him.

Everyday you would remind tell yourself that just being able to stand by his side was enough.You were well aware of how lucky you were. So on a rainy Tuesday as you walked through town after a night of helplessly watching various girls try to hit on Yoongi, you tried to convince yourself that everything was fine. He had turned them all down of course, he was as highly selective as ever. That didn’t stop the terrible feeling of jealously that consumed you every time he paid even a little bit of attention to one of them, the toxic emotion would thick and heavy through your veins, weighing your body down.

Small droplets of rain landed on your face and slowly slid down your skin. You could feel your hair and clothing becoming damp and uncomfortable, the cotton fabric was clinging to your body unpleasantly making you feel constricted. If Yoongi was here he would have scolded you for being so careless as to go outside with no umbrella despite knowing how bad the weather forecast was.

You veered off down one of the smaller side streets, the canopy of branches and leaves above now somewhat sheltering you from the weather that continued to rage of violently. Pulling your coat a little tighter around your body you broke out into a slow run. You didn’t even need to look where you were going, your legs would take you there automatically, as if it was an instinct hardwired into your DNA. By this point perhaps it was.

Yoongi’s house always looked the same, narrow, two storeys built in orange brick, with ugly black guttering running down the sides and across the top that stuck out like a sore thumb. The windows seemed to be perpetually dirty even though he insisted that he did clean them once a month.

The place was cheap and unrefined, but it was more like home to you than even your parent’s house was.

The door was unlocked so without knocking you swung it open and immediately stepped into the comforting warmth of his hallway. Some camera equipment and lighting lay in black bags on the grubby linoleum floor along with a large pile of shoes, all belonging to Yoongi of course.

“Yoongi, you here?” you called out after a few moments of silence, if he was in you couldn’t hear any signs of him lurking around somewhere.

You pulled your shoes off and dumped them in one of the corners of the room before hugging your arms to your chest, your body was still shaking from the bitter coldness of outside.

“I’m up here,” he finally replied, voice echoing down the stairs.

He sounded tired. There was a certain way he talked when he’d had a sleepless night, his words would be slower and voice rougher and it was irritatingly sexy.

You ascended up the stairs and barged your way into the bedroom.

The curtains were drawn so that any natural light was completely blocked out, but you knew better than to insist on opening them, he’d always hiss and complain when you tried. He sat hunched over his laptop furiously typing, fingers practically moving at the speed of light and he was so absorbed in what he was doing you don’t think he’d even heard you enter.

His hair hung down over his eyes and you could tell that he hadn’t brushed it in awhile, purple circles hung underneath his eyes and his lips looked chewed up and cracked. Yet you were so far gone that even in this state, you thought he looked absolutely beautiful.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch me like a creep all day?” he asked with a smirk, finally looking up from his laptop screen, “Also don’t expect me to sympathise with you because you’re cold and wet, you’re the one that was too stupid to remember to take an umbrella with you today.”

“Shut up.”

He moved over a little to make room as you sat down on the bed, you curiously peered at his laptop screen to see that he appeared to be writing some sort of essay. The word count was on 4,035.

“Did the genius Min Yoongi really leave an essay ‘til the last minute?” you asked playfully and without even looking away from the laptop he moved his hand and lightly hit you on your upper arm. You giggled before slumping down a little to get more comfortable. The pattering of his fingertips against the keys was oddly relaxing, he typed so fluidly, with no hesitation, as if he knew exactly what he wanted to say.

You remained quiet, just enjoying the feeling of him being next to you. That was something you treasured about the relationship you’d built with him, you were so comfortable around each other that you didn’t feel the need to talk all the time. 

When the sound of the typing finally ceased he snapped shut his laptop and turned to finally look at you properly. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something,” he said pointedly. You looked up from your phone and saw that the expression plastered across his face was one of seriousness, so immediately, you put it away in your pocket and sat up.

“What’s up?”

From the way he fidgeted and gripped the sheets in his large fists, you could tell he was a little anxious. This in turn roused feelings of nervousness within you, if Yoongi wanted to say something he would usually say it with no hesitation, with hardly any hints of emotion.

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Persistence

content: Dean feels uncomfortable with the flirting attempts by the cashier at the grocery store, but thankfully Castiel comes to his rescue – though seriously not the way Dean expected.

word count: 2,174


Dean really doesn’t like visiting the small grocery store in Lebanon right at the town’s center.

And thankfully most of the time he’s got other options – mainly the big supermarket next to the highway –, but once in a while he’s got no other choice due to time issues or saving gas or whatever else might come up.

And it’s not like the store itself is crappy or something. No, not at all. It may be small, but it’s got everything they need, even Dean’s favorite brand of beer. Hell, they even sell those awesome chocolate brownies you can’t find nearly anywhere anymore!

So yeah, it’s a nice enough store.

But there’s a big problem – the cashier who seems to live in that stupid shop!

At least Dean’s got that impression since she’s always there when he walks through the door, smiling at him so broadly as soon as she spots him as if the only purpose of her life is waiting for Dean to arrive at the store.

Her name is Stacy and she looks like seventeen although she reassured him many times before (by emphasizing Every. Single. Word.) that she’s old enough to drink – while at the same time giggling like she just shared a juicy secret and fluttering her eyelashes in a way she probably thinks seductive. Her flirting attempts are countless, clumsy, awkward and leave Dean highly uncomfortable.

But she never stops.

Dean can’t help admiring her persistence a bit. Not even hints that he could easily be her father age wise made her back off. Dean tried being nice and polite about it and used grumbles and grunts a few weeks later when his maturity hadn’t been very effective, but nothing seems to impress that girl. Every time Dean starts to talk and attempts to make himself clear she simply sighs deeply and gazes into his eyes or checks out his ass, not at all interested in what he has to say.

It’s infuriating.

Even the apocalypse hadn’t been that annoying.

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Misfire [Chapter 2]

Summary: The four times Bucky tries to ask you out and fails.

Warnings: couple of swear words, that’s all!

a/n: The response I got for the first part was u n r e a l. Thank you guys so much! I hope you enjoy part 2, because it might be one of my favorites ;)

Chapter 1

The Sight



“Love letters!” Steve snapped his fingers dramatically.

“The fuck you mean ‘love letters’?” Bucky frowned.

“Language!” Tony chided, making Bucky snort and Steve shake his head while mumbling under his breath.

“Write her a love letter. You know, ‘Oh Y/N you’re so great, I’m totally in love with you’ blah blah,” Steve continued, glaring at Tony who was smirking at him. 

“I’m not in love with her,” he sighed, leading both of them to roll their eyes at him eerily simultaneously.

“Okay, sure. And Rogers here didn’t make a hole in the wall with the toaster because he couldn’t figure out how to use it.” 

“Hey! I am not-”

“Okay whatever. How do I give it to her?” Bucky interrupted their banter before it upscaled.

“Slip it under her door?” 

“No, wait. Put it in her designated mailbox. That way you won’t get caught if she suddenly opens her door,” Tony raised, talking about the separate mailboxes the team had for themselves so as to not read each other’s private matters.

Too many times had Clint mocked Sam for his addiction to Vogue when they showed up in the mail addressed to him.

“Yeah, that would work.” He nodded his head

“Well go! Start writing!” Steve urged him, nearly pushing him off the couch they were all lounging around on.

Bucky caught himself on the arm rest just before he fell, shooting a hard look at Tony who was sniggering. He dusted himself off and straightened up before sauntering off, growing red at the thought of what he wanted to write to you.

Dear Y/N

Hey Y/N

Yo Y/N hows it going bruh

Hi there

He sighed, finally feeling content with the opening part he had spent the past fifteen minutes trying to perfect.

I like you

I love you?

I think youre gr8 10/10 would recommend

I adore you

He let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding.

You have no clue who this is

I hope you never find out who this is

dude im hella sure you have no fuckin idea who i am and that’s good but like

It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.

You’re beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how captivating you really are.

Bucky stared blankly at the piece of paper he had drafted this on, feeling the heat creep up his neck at how cheesy it all was.

He wondered if he should write more. 

“Oh, fuck it,” he mumbled, signing it off with ‘Your teammate’.

As he nibbled on his cereal, his mind drifted to whether you had received it or not. It had been a few days since he had dropped it into your mailbox and had yet to notice a sign as to whether you had seen it or not.

The team surrounded him, with the exception of you and Sam. Presumably gone to get your morning drink from Starbucks.

As Bruce passed around another plate of bacon, a loud boisterous laughter interrupted everyone’s chatter, making them turn their heads to the doorway.

Sam and you stood there, both of you red in the face but for completely different reasons. 

You were crimson from laughter and Sam…Sam was red for a whole another cause.

“Who the fuck left this in my mailbox?” he panted, clutching a white lined notebook paper and Bucky almost fainted.

That was the letter he meant to post to you.

“What’s that?” he swallowed thickly, earning Sam’s gaze.

“A-a confession letter! About someone’s feelings!” He almost yelled. He was scandalised to say the least.

“What does it say?” Nat piped up, eyebrows furrowed and Bucky could swear his heart stopped.

“Hi there. I adore you,” Sam began, but was interrupted by another fit of laughter from you, soon joined in by Tony who sent a knowing look to Bucky. 

Bucky sank lower in his seat, if that was even possible.

“It may not hit you right away as to who I am, but I can assure you that I am very much prominent in your life.” Sam cleared his throat uncomfortably, eyes scanning over the next set of words.

“What more?” Tony prompted him to go on, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips.

“Um- You’re, uh, beautiful, and I want to say so much more, but words cannot express how-” He coughed loudly to express his distaste- “captivating you really are.”

And now there were four people who were ruby red- two from embarrassment and two from laughing too hard.

Of course the latter included Tony, who knew exactly what was going on. You were just laughing at the expression on poor Sam’s face.

“Which one is your box?” Bucky asked meekly, already knowing the answer but not understanding how he had messed it up.

“The second one from the left, second row.” His eyebrow quirked up. “Why, you know who put this in?”

“How does it matter, Sam?” Steve quickly jumped in, trying to save his friend from further humiliation.

“There is someone in the room right now who is in love with me, of course it matters! Look y’all. Y’all are great and shit, but you’re definitely not on the same level as I am. I’m clearly a 10, and you’re probably all a 5 or 6. Barnes is a 4. Barton is a 3,” he added quickly, earning protests from Clint who had his face stuffed with eggs.

“Now, I’m asking you again, Barnes. Did you see someone out this in?”

Uhh-” he began to stammer nervously. “Umm-”

“It was Tony,” Steve blurted out, immediately biting his lip as Tony spat out his orange juice.

“What the FUCK?!” Tony bellowed, wiping at his chin furiously while Sam had the most flabbergasted look on his face. “It wasn’t me! It was Barnes!”

“What?! No!” He quickly regained his composure, glancing around in urgency. “It was Steve!”

“Steve?” Sam looked mortified, and rightly so. 

“Jesus, no! It wasn’t me!” He threw his hands up in despair.

“Which one of you was it?!” 

“Bucky!”

“Steve!”

“Tony!”

Jesus fucking Christ.” Sam groaned, slapping his forehead.

All three of them glared at each other simultaneously, obviously mad at the other for blaming them.

“Even if this is some sort of joke, I’m not dating any of you.” His expression was half in between appalled and shocked as he turned on his heel and stalked out of the kitchen, leaving you at the doorway.

Bucky broke away from the petty staring contest and towards you, beckoning you to sit next to him.

You strode towards the table, pulling out the seat and sitting next to him with a large smile, still finding the whole thing very funny.

“Are you laughing at the letter?” Bucky asked you lowly as the normal talk resumed to the table, probably centred around the commotion which had just occurred.

“No, I’m laughing at Sam’s expression. The letter was nice,” you whispered back and Bucky could feel a weight life off his shoulders as he smiled back at you.

Okay so maybe it wasn’t going great so far, but third time’s the charm, right?.



Chapter 3


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The Arrangement (Part 10: The Gala)

Summary: The gala finally arrives, and Dean is absolutely floored by your dress. An interaction with Samuel leaves Dean fuming, but you calm him down. Dean finally admits his feelings.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,300 (hold onto your hats kids it’s a long one)

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, anxiety, mild smuttiness

A/N: It’s here it’s here it’s here it’s here the gala is finally HERE I’m so excited for you guys to read this part!!! It’s long, so settle in! This part is inspired by the song In Case You Didn’t Know, by Brett Young (ohmygod now I’m so nervous to post this aaaaahhhhh)

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Just one chance 

(Zach Dempsey mini-series part I)

Part II Part III

A/N: One about Zach YAAAY! I hope you like it and if you’re wondering there will be more parts of this one.

Warnings: English is not my first language.

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I had noticed. I noticed how he hoped to find that piece of paper in his compliment bag hanging on the wall next to the rest. Hoping to find that someone had written something that made him feel a little better, he didn’t lose hope that someday that bag would have something inside, he didn’t care how long it took.

I had stopped looking in my bag a long time ago; it wasn’t like I couldn’t use some nice words even though they came from an anonymous source that I would probably never know who it was. I had stopped looking inside because I never got any notes, so I decided to stop wasting my time and to stop feeling bad every time I looked inside.

Nevertheless I was surprised that someone like Zach Dempsey didn’t get a hundred of notes, after all he was the star player in the basketball team, he was friends with the popular people of the school, he was always in all the parties and I knew girls liked him, still he didn’t get any compliments in his bag.

I couldn’t help to feel bad for him, so I gather my things very slowly to be the last one in the class and I wrote a note for him, which I left in his compliment bag so the next day he would have something.

I didn’t write a love letter or something like that, it was something pretty simple, something that would make him feel better for the rest of the day; we all deserve to receive compliments from time to time.

A few days passed since the first note I wrote him and I had to admit that I loved how he reacted so I decided to write him a couple more for the next weeks, but I didn’t make it a daily thing.

One day while I was running to class, considering that I was late to first period. I was looking in my bag for my book and being the clumsy person that I am I ran into someone, luckily for me I didn’t fall backwards, that would had been even more embarrassing.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking” I said as fast as I could while I bend down to get the book that I made that person drop.

I saw it was the biology book, the same one that I was looking for in my bag and when I looked to the owner I saw it was Zach and I thanked that it was him and not one of his stupid friends, because even though he hanged out with them Zach was so much nicer than all of them together.

“Don’t worry, are you ok?” he asked grabbing his book and smiling for some reason.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m just really bad at walking without running into people” I joked putting my bag on my shoulder “I was looking for my bio book but it seems that I forgot it at home” I sighed “but it doesn’t matter, see you in class” I added walking to the classroom, I didn’t want to get even more late.

“Wait!” he exclaimed making me turn in his direction with a surprised expression on my face “we can walk together and if you want you can sit with me and I’ll share my book with you” I couldn’t help the frown on my forehead. Zach was definitely kind, but not to this level, he was socializing voluntary with me, someone who wasn’t even close to his little world or the people in that world, it was odd.

“Okay… thank you” I answered trying to sound convinced. He reached me and we started walking to class together “how it is that you’re late to bio? You’re always the first one there” I added realizing he was late to his favourite class.

When I didn’t get any answer I looked in his direction and I saw him smiling again, this time even wider. We got to class so I wasn’t going to get any response to my question.

The class went by as usually, this was one of the few classes I liked, I liked to consider myself a person of letters, but I was good at everything in general, even though I hated all the subjects related to science or maths, that’s why it was something unusual that I liked this one in particular and that was the reason why I was always dazed in the teacher’s explanations, but not this time. I couldn0t stop looking to Zach and see how he took notes of everything and how he knew all the answers to the teacher’s questions, even though he just answered them in his notebook and not out loud. I guess that being good at something not related to sports wasn’t “cool”.

Unluckily for me Zach caught me staring and I tried to hide my smile, but it was impossible, I just looked in the teacher’s direction and started to take notes.

“You’re better at this than I thought” I whispered while I was writing the things that I saw in the blackboard.

“That means you knew I was already good at this” he answered looking at me all the time.

That answer was as odd as the rest of things that were happening with him this morning.

“Well, we have this class in common, why wouldn’t I know you’re good at it?” I asked looking at him again.

“Just an observation” there it was again, that smile, the third time I got that smile.

The bell was close to rang when Mr. Porter came into the classroom and I knew he was there for me, I just had to wait to hear my name and see how everyone looked at me.

When he did it I looked at Zach, who was looking at me with something like surprise and concern. I just grabbed my things and followed Mr. Porter to his office.

“I know why you have called me here” I said before he could even start “and I just have to say that everything is ok, I’m fine” I added with my usual tone.

“Your parents don’t think the same, they seem really concern”

“well, they are parents, when you have kids you’re life turns into an endless hole of worries, but I’m fine, I don’t know what they’ve told you, but I know exactly how I feel, can I go now?” the bell rang, great I was going to be late for second period too.

“How do you feel? I’d like to know it so that way I can help you”

“Why do you want to talk about it? To make me feel bad? I’ve said I know how I feel, it doesn’t mean I want to talk about it”

“If you don’t talk about it you won’t be able to solve it”

“This is a waste of time” I said standing and taking my bag. I was in a good mood this morning, but not anymore, thanks to this stupid “try to talk about your feelings”.

“(Y/N) wait” Mr. Porter stood like he was going to follow me, but he didn’t, I walked out of his office without looking behind and I let a big sigh leave my chest.

I started walking to communication class when I heard a certain voice calling me; I turned in his direction with surprise in face again.

“Is everything ok?” Zach asked coming to me.

“Yes, what are you doing here?” I needed to know the answer to that question, because we weren’t friends, we just had a few classes together and now all of the sudden he’s worried about me.

“I just wanted to make sure everything was fine” when I heard how sincere he sounded I felt something I had never felt before, it was like something inside me was completed and I just smiled widely.

“That’s really nice of you” I mumble “Thank you”

We remained silence, I didn’t know what else to say and he looked like he wanted to continue talking, like there was something he wanted to tell me and just when I was about to turn in the opposite direction he talked.

“Would you like to go to Monet’s some time?” he sounded almost nervous. Like if he was exposed to a terrible danger.

I looked at him, confusion all over my face, I was trying to make sense to the fact that he wanted to go out with me, I didn’t want to think he was playing with me, like it was some kind of bet with his friends, that would be really painful.

“Zach… I don’t want you to misunderstand this, but… why?” his expression didn’t change.

“I don’t know, you seem interesting and I’d like to get to know you better” now I was totally amazed.

“Is this some kind of bet you want to win? Because if it is-“

“No!” he said stopping me “no, no bets” I think he realized then why I have my doubts “I promise you it’s nothing like that”

“Then why are you interested suddenly? We’ve been in the same classes since freshman year and we have never had a real conversation, we’re from different worlds and I know you’re nothing like your friends, because if you were I wouldn’t even be talking to you, but when you’re with them… I don’t know, you’re not like this, I guess…”

“I get it, I have a reputation, but give me a chance to prove you that I’m not like that, and you won’t regret it”

“I’ll accept if you tell me the real reason behind this interest”

He stopped for a second, maybe thinking if he wanted to talk about it or not.

“I know you are the one who has left notes in my compliment bag” I opened my mouth to say something, but words didn’t come to me, I was speechless, I didn’t know if I should deny it or tell the truth “You’re not the only one who notice things, you know? I’ve notice how much you enjoy when we are in literature, how you are in your own world when you are bored, how much you like animals” I was blushing by the second “you like bio even though science is not your favourite area and how you laugh even when the jokes aren’t funny at all”

I couldn’t believe how much he noticed me, I always thought no one looked in my direction and that was why I felt so comfortable doing my things.

“How… how do you know the notes were mine?” I whispered, trying to recover myself form the things he had said to me.

“Because I know you’re the only one who knows how much I like bio” he answered giggling “and in your first note you wrote how cute I look when I’m paying attention in bio and that you think I looked happier there than playing basketball”

“That could be anyone…”

“That’s what I thought at first, but you have confirmed my doubts today” he said laughing at my recently shyness “Thank you for the notes by the way”

“Compliments are necessary” I said trying to change the subject.

“Then what do you say, do you want to go to Monet’s some day?” I wasn’t entirely sure about this, I really wanted to believe him, but I couldn’t stop thinking that maybe this was just a game and I think he knew how insecure I felt “I get you have doubts, I just ask for one chance”

“Ok, I’ll go out with you” I said almost cutting him, if I thought about it more I’ll change my mind and I wouldn’t give him a change to prove he had good intentions.

His expression change suddenly, he smiled brightly and I tried to hide mine but it was impossible, I looked in other direction so he couldn’t see it, but I think my attempt was useless.

“I promise you won’t regret it” he said thrilled “do you want to go to the library? We are already really late to class anyways”

“Sure, and you can help me with something I don’t understand in bio” I said walking by his side to the library.

“Of course”

the mbti types based off of people I know / an enfp pov

INFP: my legit best friend- a great listener, has a really great music taste and is super hilarious. not as emotional™ as everyone thinks, but feels very deeply. obsessed with knowing how life will turn out and gets frustrated because she’ll never know. “Is there a god? do you wanna talk about space? here listen to this song it makes me think about the future.” does not want people to see her but wants to know people think about her enough to include her (even if she doesn’t show up)

INTP: dad friend- will try to help but doesn’t really know exactly how to comfort. really smart but very anti social. prefers to sit at home and read instead of talking but thinks I’m funny so that’s okay. takes a while to actually get them to talk but once they trust you they’re really cool friends to have and they make a lot of lame jokes that are actually pretty good. if they don’t talk to you, don’t take it personally, they don’t really talk to anyone

INTJ: is actually hilarious but no one understands his humor. extremely sarcastic. if you say something stupid will probably either a: death glare or b: respond with something along the lines of “can you please rephrase that or explain it in a way that I can fully understand and give you an accurate response?” seems like they don’t care and they kinda don’t but if they like you then they care a lottttt even if they don’t really know how to show it. doesn’t really speak at all unless they know exactly what they’re talking about and tend to feel very frustrated if you ask them something and they don’t know how to respond. don’t really talk to people in worry that someone will see them as not as smart as we actually think they are.

ISFJ: cinnamon roll of a friend and mom friend to the extreme. seems like all we do is bake cupcakes and watch movies together but i love you and enjoy you’re company a lot. doesn’t really like confrontation at all. wants to be supported as much as she supports everyone else. doesn’t talk much but if she’s comfortable with you, oh boy. is really smart and wants things to be in order and if her motives are questioned or someone says something that offends her she will be very frustrated and upset for a while. tends to bottle her feelings until she can’t anymore and then has a break down and feels extremely unworthy of anything. loves to read gay fanfiction​. tries her best to respect everyone and will do whatever she can to help you if you need it. extremely loyal partner and friend

INFJ: really awkward but in a good way. great listener. doesn’t really know how to say what’s on her mind ever so lets out her feelings in art. both infjs that I know are extremely artistic and charming. they just have this really home-ish feeling that makes you want to tell them anything and they’re also super trust worthy. never judges people and gives great hugs. very insecure and acts like nothing gets to them but you can read their faces like a book. please protect them.

ISTP & ISTJ & ISFP have yet to be discovered - chances are I probably know at least one of each of these types as I am friends with a lot of people but I haven’t been able to type any of my friends as such for now. please feel free to message me if you’re any of these types because I would love to be friends and know more about you (:

ENTP: jesus christ. one hell of a person. we can talk for hours and hours and it feels like we’ve only been talking for like two minutes. you make me laugh a lottttt. emo to the extremo. has no filter and says offensive things sometimes​ but not to be hurtful or anything they’re just very blunt and expect you to already know what they’re talking about. questions things a lot and always wants to know why something is happening for the exact reason and if you can’t explain then it isn’t worth their time. is actually pretty emotional insecure deep down but at the same time is very self absorbed and has a strong tendency to think they’re better than everyone else. all of the entps I know are amazing multitaskers

ENFJ: very loud and obnoxious. the epitome of extra. talks about herself a lot and intentionally embarrasses herself for attention. not a bad person at all but just frustrates me quite a bit because I feel like she could be such an amazing person that people really enjoy talking to and being around if she just listened to what other people have to say for once.

ENFP: the only enfp I know is myself so i guess I’ll just write about me lmao. I’m very friendly and I love to talk a lot and be in groups but at the same time I really like to just hang out with people one on one. I’ve been told before that the way I act in a group is very different than how I act with just one person. for example in a group im always laughing and making jokes and talking to everyone and I tend to say stupid things but with just one person I’m quieter and I like having very deep and complex conversations about everything. (that doesn’t mean the jokes stop haha) I have been told by a lot of my friends that I have a very child like personality and I agree. I’m a pretty emotional person and I care about other people a lottttt. I would do anything to help one of my friends and I love making people smile. I like to express myself in creative ways (I wear glitter on my face to school and I have a bright yellow jacket that I wear often that says savages on the sleeves and huge grandpa glasses) because I just really want to stand out for some reason. I tend to start a lot of tasks that I never finish and I usually start off things very excited about them and ignoring all of the bad things but once I realize what I’m doing and if feel like it won’t benefit me at all in the future or help me be the best version of myself then I tend to drop it but if I see it benefiting me or making me a better person or helping me with what I need then I am extremely devoted to it and will do anything I can to keep it going. this goes for things all the way from a new activity at school to relationships which I guess can make me seem kinda flaky but I don’t want to put myself in a situation that is going to leave me unhappy and questioning why I ever started it in the first place. this doesn’t mean I just give up or that I don’t try to work though the bad things in situations because I put myself through a lot to really understand a situation and if I can tell that what I’m doing will never work out for me then that’s when I drop it.

ESFJ: cool affff. seems unphased by a lot but always knows what’s going on. is a great leader and knows wtf they’re talking about. always trying to find an answer to anything they do. also pretty extra but not as much as ENFJ. involved in everythingggg and will roast u with no remorse. never leaves the house without making themselves look presentable first. sarcastic laugh™

ESTP & ESTJ & ESFP & ENTJ have yet to be discovered - chances are I probably know at least one of each of these types as I am friends with a lot of people but I haven’t been able to type any of my friends as such for now. please feel free to message me if you’re any of these types because I would love to be friends and know more about you (:

*disclaimer* I’m not a psychologist and im not trying to shove each personality type into a box. these are just based off of the people I know personally and if you don’t fit with my description of your personality type i apologize. everyone is different and there are so many variations of each type.