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Chocobro 4/20 Headcanons

Warning: I AM ABOUT TO TALK A LOT ABOUT WEED AND YOUR FAVS. If ya don’t like it, don’t read it. Also: for those who are inexperienced, for the love of god be responsible. Don’t go out driving. Know your limits. With that being said, also have fun. These are some ideas @insomniascure and I had talked about this morning. Some are based on our own flubs while under the influence. All fun, all silliness, all fluff.

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anonymous asked:

You know if they make Sam or Bucky Cap they are going to kill Steve. 😞😔 they will find ways to make Tony live forever but will kill anyone else off because Marvel is shitty like that. 😔😔

I just feel like they should have Steve as nomad and Sam as Cap during that time, it’d be more interesting. Bucky as Cap isnt something I’m mad crazy about tbh. But yh, Marvel will probably take the predictable route and kill Steve 😔

My Only One | Yongguk

Author’s Notes:  I honestly have no idea what this even is, but it’s just another one of those scenarios I couldn’t help but right because something was on my mind. Anyways, hope you like it!

**Please also listen to the song. It’s a really good song. :)

“Sick of second guessing, I didn’t mean to make you hurt. Didn’t mean to make you hurt, hurt, hurt…” 

           It’s crazy what people can do when they fall into a pit of hopelessness.

           Their mood changes, they think differently, they fail to see the “bright side” of things, and they push away people they care about.

           And with everything going on in Yongguk’s world, he managed to achieve all of that; especially that last bit.

           Now even as he sat in his quiet three room apartment somewhere in the part of town no one really visited, he thought about what life was like a year ago for him, before he started to drift away from everyone and break bonds he never imagined he would.

           With the clock ticking especially loud in his mind now, just minutes before midnight, Yongguk sat and pondered. Had he just held on a bit more, things would’ve been different right now. Yeah, all of the stress and problems he had wouldn’t entirely go away, but he would at least have someone by his side, but instead, everyone left, and he had no one to blame but himself.

           He missed you.

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Fic: Love Is A Battlefield

So I saw a certain still for an upcoming episode and got inspired. ~3400 words of warrior prince!Kurt being told he must battle the heir to the throne of Westerville in order to end the raging war, and getting much more than he expected out of this. PG-13 for mild, mild (think Disney) violence, background Finchel.

“No. No, no, no. This is not happening. I refuse,” Kurt said, frantic and agitated.

“We have no other options, Kurt,” King Burt said. “This war between us and Westerville has gone on too long, and the augur has stated that the only way it will end is if we both send out our best men for single combat in the arena. If we don’t do it soon, the snows will come before we have any men home to harvest, and we simply cannot afford that.”

“Well then why isn’t Finn going?” Kurt asked, pointing sharply at his stepbrother and feeling his sword smack against his legs as he paced up and down Burt’s council chambers. Finn flinched out of the way as if he’d been pierced with an arrow. “He’s been a warrior longer than I have, he knows what he’s doing.”

“The augur went on to say that the men must also be true-blooded descendants of the kings,” Burt explained. “I cannot say why that caveat was added, but if she included it, it must be important.”

“I am going to strangle the augur when she returns,” Kurt muttered, dropping his head into his hands as he ended his frustrated pacing. “Why couldn’t Santana predict a peace treaty or something? No, instead she’s got to place the future of the kingdom square on my shoulders.”

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I mean, it’s cool that you’re trying to be honorable, but maybe you should be taking any advantage you can get, Leorio. I’ll add that it’s one more layer of fucked up that waiting for injured applicants to recover isn’t the default in a tournament like this.

Yikes. I didn’t get the feeling he recognized Gittarackur, but he IS in disguise, after all.

Detailed eyeball freakout levels are off the charts, cap’n! So is THIS guy part of the Phantom Troupe? I’m going to say…probably.

Rebirth (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: New fic! It’s actually waaaaaaaaaaaaaaay longer than I intended it to be. I was so excited to write this because I have piercings and coloured hair, and I’ve noticed that not a lot  of reader inserts include that– and since our community is pretty much based on being as inclusive as possible, I figured I’d try it out. 

 It’s based off of this post that I made about a week or two ago. The always amazing @marvelavengings wrote their own fic based off of that post, and I think you should check that one out too! 

Warnings: Smoking (cigarettes), drinking, language, fluff, Dad!Steve, super tattooed and alternative reader (idk if that needs to be a warning but just in case) weird science etc.

I would recommend listening to this song while you read :) Hope you all like it :)

Originally posted by splaefenderr


                                                   EARLY JUNE


   Natasha stared incredulously at the two men before her. The looks on their faces were nothing more than that of two lost puppies, and admittedly, she felt a little sorry for them.

 “Repeat that?” The ex-assassin asked, giving the two super soldiers a second shot to correct their answers.

 “Well,” Steve started, staring pleadingly towards his best friend. “She’s uh…She’s certainly… Certainly– um..” The blond stuttered, looking down at his hands.

 Bucky stepped forward, a determined gleam in his eye. “She’s different from what he’s used to.” Natasha narrowed her eyes at the brunette man. “A-And different is okay– Different is good.” Bucky looked at Steve to help him out. “Right..?” Steve nodded, parroting Buck.

 “Whats the big deal?” Clint inquired, passing the trio to pull a beer out of the fridge. 

 Simultaneously, Bucky and Steve answered “Tattoos” without even meaning it and Nat rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed. They glanced at each other before Steve opened his mouth again.

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The One That Got Away {3}

Sam x Reader

Warnings: None?

Words: 754

Previous Parts: 1, 2

This is it, the final part. A little short, but I added all I wanted to it. Hope you guys enjoyed it!

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Save Me From Myself - Part 9

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier x Reader


Summary:  Y/N was the leading medic on the team catering to the Winter Soldier under the watchful eye of Hydra against her patriotic will. After helping Captain America and the Falcon  to track down her ‘patient,’ Y/N took up a job at the Avengers Tower.


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A/N: This is a bit of a long chapter! I hope you like it! Let me know what you guys think!! <3


When Y/N stepped into the hall, she instantly knew that Bruce had been right. Tony Stark didn’t throw measly get-togethers. He threw horrendously lavish galas. She felt grateful for the heads up she’d received because she’d have looked severely underdressed in a pair of jeans. Clad in a knee length black dress that hugged her curves in just the right way, she grabbed a glass of champagne off a passing by waiter. Liquid courage was needed to survive a social gathering of this magnitude. The introvert in her hated crowds, and yet, she put forward a smile and tried to find a familiar face.


It had not been her intention but her eyes landed on him, and once they did, she couldn’t look away. He looked so different – less of an assassin and more of a gentleman. She imagined this was what he must have looked like back then in the 40s before Hydra took hold of him.


 He was dressed in a sharp grey suit that accentuated his broad shoulders. His hair was slicked back and tucked into low ponytail. He looked less like the easy social butterfly Steve had claimed him to be and looked a bit lost among everyone else. He seemed to almost hate being in a crowd as much as she did. A glass of whiskey was in his hand and he seemed to be staring into it as if the amber liquid fascinated him beyond belief. She didn’t know why he was even drinking that. It wasn’t like he could get drunk.


Then he looked up and his eyes met hers unflinchingly, unhesitatingly almost as if he had known she was watching him – almost like he had a sixth sense or something.


In a glance, he took in all the details at once. She looked stunning in that dress. It was true that he preferred her face when it was scrubbed clean and framed by a pair of glasses she was always wearing but whatever make up she’d done tonight made her look so sultry and sensual. It drew him to her in a way that almost alarmed him. The red on her lips urged him to just kiss her and that feeling surprised him more than anything. He took a step forward. He needed to talk to her, to make amends. Yet, something on her face stopped him.


She looked so wary of him, so afraid. It was true that he had put that fear in her by his own doing but he hated it. However, by the time he convinced himself to approach her, it was too late. She had company.


When Bruce walked towards her with a genuine smile and a gorgeous redhead tailing behind him, Y/N couldn’t help but feel relieved. She knew the soldier had been about to walk up to her. She knew she wasn’t ready for that. She knew it had to happen sometime but maybe not today – not now with all these people around.


“Y/N, this is Natasha,” Bruce said simply.


Bruce and Natasha had something going on but neither of them had worked towards labeling it yet. They didn’t need to because it was obvious how happy they made each other regardless of the odds against them. That was more than enough.


“Pleasure to finally meet you, Natasha. I’ve heard so much about you. Seriously, Bruce won’t stop talking about you,” Y/N said making Natasha laugh and instantly take a liking to the Doc.


“Call me Nat,” the redhead said. “That’s what all my friends call me.”


They fell into easy conversation and Nat took it upon herself to make sure Y/N met everyone. A few drinks in, Thor insisted she try to lift Mjolnir, which of course didn’t work out too well. When Tony introduced her to Pepper Potts, she was with Jane Foster and Y/N was in complete awe to meet two of the women she’d admired for the longest time. They were then joined by Agent Hill, who insisted that she was Maria when she was not working. Soon enough, they were having a full on dishing session about the amount of testosterone they all had to deal with on a daily basis and the male egos they had to protect, which had Y/N tearing up with laughter.


Y/N hadn’t expected to have fun or least of all make friends but she had done both that night. Somehow they had so much to talk about, that is, up until the moment Tony came to break up the group so he could dance with Pepper.


“I got to find a certain God and make him dance with me,” said a giggly and tipsy Jane as she walked away, slightly swaying.


Y/N looked at Nat with a grin. “Shouldn’t you go find a certain dork and make him dance too?”


“And leave you here all alone?” Nat asked with a look of exaggerated shock.


“I’ll be fine!” Y/N insisted.


“After all the tequila you’ve had, it’s not you I’m worried about,” Nat replied, making Y/N laugh. Then she looked at Maria pointedly and said with a wink, “You better keep an eye on Doc.” With that, the redhead walked away looking for Bruce.


“I’m not even that drunk,” Y/N said to Maria with a slightly confused face.


“Mhm. If you say so, Doc,” Maria replied with a grin.


 

“Hey, Buck! Are you even listening to me?” Steve asked peering into Bucky’s face, and trying to get his attention.


The soldier’s attention was for some unfathomable reason, taken up completely by a certain doctor in a figure hugging black dress who seemed to be having the time of her life at the moment. It made him happy to see her so animated and yet at the same time, it frustrated him to know she’d never be that way with him – not after the things he’d done. This realization made him regret what he’s done and what he’d been more than ever.


Forcing his eyes away from her, Bucky turned to face Steve once more. “Yeah. I mean, no. What were you saying?”


Steve could see that his friend was preoccupied. He could see that there was something on Bucky’s mind and whatever it was, it was haunting him. He seemed so lost and forlorn, and Steve didn’t know how to help him. He was recovering his memories back every day, little by little, and with each memory that came, Bucky seemed more despaired. Steve understood why but he wished there was some way to make it stop.


“You alright?” Steve asked, even though he knew what the response would be.


Bucky nodded curtly. He wished Steve would stop asking him that. Obviously, he was far from “alright” and they both knew it. “What were you saying?” he asked trying to divert the conversation away from him.


Steve forced out a smile, trying to keep things light even though he knew Bucky was lying to him. “Never mind about that. Will you be okay here without me for a bit?” A brief shrug was the only response he got. “Okay then. I’m going to find Y/N. She owes me a dance.”


Bucky watched him walk away. He watched while Steve gallantly asked the doctor to dance with him. He watched her accept and let herself be led on to the dance floor. He watched them dance and the way he saw it, they were way too close than they should be. He was so engrossed in his observation that he didn’t notice when company joined him.


“Are you trying to kill someone with your eyes now?” a voice asked, breaking his concentration and making him glance in that direction.


“Natasha,” he acknowledged the redhead with a brief nod, and completely ignored her question.


She glanced at what the Winter Soldier had been watching – the sight of Steve and Y/N dancing. A smirk crept up her face. “Well, well, well. You have a little thing for the doc, don’t ya?”


“Natasha,” he warned, getting a little annoyed. 



His relationship with Natasha Romanoff was, for the lack of a better word, weird. They had history – some of it violent, some of it professional, and some of it was even sexual. Somehow, they’d found a way to keep all that just what it was – history. They’ve evolved into something that was close to friends. Of the lot living in the tower, she was the one person who came closest to even remotely understanding what he’d been through and the horror of the things he’d done. Still, she did annoy the hell out of him sometimes.


“Careful, soldier,” Nat said easily, without heat, and glancing back at Steve holding Y/N on the dance floor. “It looks like you’re not the only one interested.”


Then, Natasha walked away, leaving him alone to wonder if her words held any weight. He wondered if it mattered if what she said turned out to be true. Was he interested in the Doc? Was Steve? Would it matter if his best friend wanted the same girl that he did? He angrily pushed the thoughts away and left the party so he didn’t have to think anymore…so he didn’t have to see them together anymore.


 

“Steve! You don’t have to walk me to my room. It’s basically just two floors up! Two teeny tiny floors,” Y/N protested even as she demonstrated how much Steve needed to escort her back up by tripping on her heels. She was a little drunk.


Steve just smiled. “Maybe you should take those off?” he suggested.


She grinned up at him as if he was the smartest man to ever exist. “Good idea! What would I do without you, Cap?”


He grinned back as he stood still as a support she could hold on to while she slipped off the shoes one by one. “Probably trip on your own shoes and break your neck,” he quipped.


When they reached her room, he politely bid her good night and walked away. Y/N wistfully stared at him wondering why she couldn’t be attracted to someone good and uncomplicated like Steve Rogers. Instead, it had to be the dark haired man with the bluest eyes and a bionic arm that made her have butterflies in her stomach. He made her feel things even while he terrified her, and he was nothing but complicated.



She sighed and stepped inside, thinking about the unfortunate predicament she was finding herself in. She switched on her lights to find someone sitting on the chair by the window.


She couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her. Immobile with shock and fear, she stared as he walked towards her and reached behind her to lock her door.


“Are you going to scream?” he asked calmly and she shook her head to indicate that she wouldn’t.


Startling her, Friday’s voice spoke up. “I’m sensing an elevated heart rate and other conditions indicating distress. Do you require assistance, Dr. Y/L/N?”


He took a step back and stared at her as he mocked the mechanical voice of the AI. “Yes, Dr. Y/L/N. Do you require assistance?”


“No, Friday, I do not,” Y/N said as calmly as she could but her voice came out in a whisper. “Thank you.”


“Pleasure to be of service. Goodnight, Dr. Y/L/N. Goodnight, Sergeant Barnes.” With that, Friday fell silent, and they were now truly alone in her room.


She stared at him and he stared back. He was dressed in a simple hoodie and jeans. It was so strange to see him dressed so casually when she was so used to seeing him forever combat-ready. Dressed like this, and with his hair slightly mussed up, he looked almost normal and vulnerable. She forced herself to remember not to let her guard down. Whatever he looked like, he was still a highly trained assassin  - one that had tried to kill her twice. She needed to remember that.


“What are you doing here?” she asked him in a fragile whisper. She felt herself starting to shake so she gripped her hands together in front of her. Seconds earlier, she’d felt tipsy. Now, she’d never felt so sober in her life.


He ignored her question. “You’ve been avoiding me.” It wasn’t a question so she didn’t exactly think she had to answer. Faced with her silence, he continued. “I just wanted to apologize. I know there aren’t any excuses that could make things okay.” He looked away, remembering the look of fear he’d seen in her eyes when he’d grabbed her. “I’m just sorry.”


“Apology accepted,” she replied simply.


He glanced up in surprise. “Just like that?”


She nodded. “Just like that.” He didn’t look the least bit convinced, so she continued. “You were confused and traumatized, and I know you had every reason to be. I don’t blame you. I never did. I’m just…”


“Terrified of me,” he finished for her.


“Can you blame me, Bucky?” she asked, for the first time using his old name. Then feeling awkward about it, she asked, “Is it okay if I call you Bucky? I mean I don’t know what to call you. I’m trying not to think of you as the Winter Soldier and…”


“Me too,” he whispered and in those two words, she saw so much regret and pain. Then a mask fell over and he seemed to shut it out. “You can call me Bucky, or even James,” he said with a slight smile. It might have been the first Y/N had seen on him. It made her smile back despite her apprehension.


“So, James. Did you sneak into my room in the dead of night to apologize to me and convince me not to be afraid of you?” she asked, raising a brow at him.


“Yes.”


“You do know that this is the least effective way to do that right?”


“You didn’t give me a choice now did you?” he quipped right back. “You should sleep and I should leave,” he said, dismissing the conversation and moved towards the door.


She moved back to keep a wide berth while he walked out. Sure, she could forgive him. Sure, she could carry on a calm conversation with him. But no way in hell would she be ready to let him close just yet.


Standing outside her door, he stalled. “You shouldn’t tell Steve that I was here.”


“I won’t,” she promised, with a slight smile.


Then he turned to leave, only to turn back to face her. “I didn’t come to convince you not to be afraid of me though,” he told her solemnly. “You should be afraid of me. You know what I am capable of. I just want you to know I won’t hurt you – not knowingly.”


She acknowledged those words with a solemn nod. “Goodnight, James.”


“Goodnight, Y/N.”


She shut the door and leaned with her back against it. Her heart was pounding and she could almost hear it. She didn’t know if it was just out of fear or something more.


This ‘something more’ was what she should have be truly been afraid of.



Outside, Bucky stood still for a moment or two. Even with the door between them, he could still hear how fast her heart was beating. Yet she’d been so calm with him when she spoke to him. He appreciated that. He didn’t know what he’d have done if she had screamed. He was glad she had been calm.



But he wondered how calm she’d have been if she knew that all the while she spoke to him, he’d been staring at her full red lips thinking of just grabbing her and kissing her so she’d know not to dance with anyone but him. Would she have stayed calm then?


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CAP 3 SPOILERS

What to know before reading:

  • I will be updating this post every couple chapters as I make my way through the book with both summaries of what’s going on and cool, new facts UPDATE // I’VE FINISHED
  • Everything that might be considered a spoiler (some big, some small) will be hidden behind the “Keep reading” bar, so as not to ruin anything for others
  • I have not seen the movie, and although junior novels tend to stick very close to the film it’s adapting, know that some things MAY differ from the actual movie
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Hybrid Pandemic; Chapter Three

Fandom: Roosterteeth/Achievement Hunters

Rating: Teen for profanity and body horror.

Pairing(s): Griff(Geoff/Griffon), Juggey(Michael/Lindsay), mostly just them, but all real-life pairings. 

Summary: 

In a strange turn of events the worlds population has been turning into half-human, half-animal hybrids. Leaving everyone in a state of unnerve at the seemingly harmless pandemic. 

A/N: I got this chapter out quite quickly, actually. I'm surprised at myself. Of course, quick chapters will end soon, since I go back to school on Monday. Alright, enjoy~

Word Count: 1036

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“You look horrible, Michael." 

"Why thank you, Lindsay. Want to state anything that isn’t fucking obvious?” Michael asked her, running a hand over his sweating forehead as he pulled the covers of his bed back with the other.

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Can I Take Your Order? (Alex Bertie & Jake Edwards)

A/N there you go, Alex!!! ask and ye shall receive!!!

i don’t like this one like at all but i basically couldn’t be bothered to rewrite it so i’m just gonna give you this one and hope for the best lol here goes 

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Alex was hungry.
He’d been at college all day, and ugh, he had no idea why, but he was so hungry. He wasn’t sure what was up, because he’d had lunch normal time, and he hadn’t done anything different, but his stomach had been making weird noises for about half an hour, and fuck, he needed to find some food.

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