i spent a fair amount of time on this i hope it gets notes

A Lesson in Love (The Discovery)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,298

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED.

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@avengerstories - Thank you for putting up with me for almost a month and listening to me constantly complain about not being able to get this part written. I adore you. Always.

Originally posted by softtroublemaker

“Bucky wants to talk to you.”

You know that the earth never stops moving; it’s constantly in motion. Constantly making its trip around the sun. But the moment Steve says Bucky’s name, you swear that everything comes to a standstill. It’s the only way to explain how everything around you becomes muted. How you’re seeing Steve as if he were standing on the opposing side of a tunnel and how the pressure of Sam’s arm on your shoulder vanishes.

Over the past twenty-two days, you’ve convinced yourself that the story of you and Bucky was not meant to be. In your mind, he left and closed the door on the potential of there ever being an ending where you and him were together.

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Paper Planes (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: Soulmate AU where if you throw a paper plane out your window it always makes its way to your soulmate. You can’t write your full name, your location, or any contact info, anything else is fair game. It’s up to fate to bring you together.

Word Count: 1,775

Warnings: Zero proofreading. It’s strictly fluff though so you’re safe here.

A/N: This was such a cute idea and also reminded me of that one Disney short. You know the one. Also, I will jump at any opportunity I can to write sappy love notes and Lin’s messy handwriting. Please don’t ask me about logistics of this, I have no idea what happens if your window is shut and your soulmate throws a plane, I’m just here to write fluff.
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Your parents had told you the story all through your childhood. They would always weave you intricate tales at bedtime about how you might meet your soulmate. Your favorite stories always had a prince playing that role. As you got older the stories evolved from fictitious plots to questions and conversations. 

You received your first letter from him at seven years old. It took you by surprise when the paper plane made of blue construction paper landed on the floor of your bedroom. You scrambled from you bed to scoop it up and inspect it. You unfolded it carefully, flipping it over.

‘ Hi! My name is Lin! ‘

You yelped as if the paper itself had spoken and ran into the living room where your mom was preoccupied with a book. She seemed to notice your panic because her eyes immediately left the pages to study your face.

“They wrote you, didn’t they?” she asked wryly with a twinkle in her eye. You squeaked out a yes, shoving the blue paper towards her. She unfolded it to see the note before chuckling. “Well, are you gonna write them back or not?”

You spent the entire night debating and when your mom came into your room to kiss you goodbye before she left for work she saw you sitting on the floor surrounded in papers. 

“For them or from them?” she asked with an amused smile as she leaned against your doorway.

“For.”

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Hello naughty children, I am going to talk about “psychotic breakdowns” in the P5 localization, and the fact that it’s a (very big) mistranslation that could mess up your perception of a fair amount of things in the game. (also, the fact that “psychotic breakdowns” and “mental shutdowns” are different things).

As usual, post is pretty long & screenshot heavy.

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Weapons

Specs wasn’t really an engineer. Their friends took him to be more of the theoretical sort, someone who could crunch numbers but was never seen in the lab for more than the minimum amount of time. He could be relied on for knowledge, but anyone who’d been in group projects with him had heard he preferred working with people, and that splitting work with him and expecting it done was a lot less productive than sitting him down in a work space on campus and bouncing the work between you.

His flatmates knew he wasn’t in the flat that much, and assumed he spent the rest of the time with societies and work. If anyone had checked, they would have noted that there was always a two hour gap in his schedule, but since he seemed to be perfectly ordinary (or as ordinary as the majority of EU student body were, at least) no one paid it much attention.

The shop students knew him as the guy who’d borrow their time to get little things done on their machines. A pinch of solder and iron to fix a wire, a small bit of the forge to cast some metal bits in the unused space of a bigger project. The chemistry students knew him as the guy who’d drop liquids in the liquid waste bin. Never more than a glass, a good way of disposing something you didn’t want to drink or keep nearby. The physics students knew him as the guy who’d request a few minutes with some of their meters. Strain gauges were the most common, but voltmeters and pressure gauges were close behind.

He always had an air of detached interest whenever gossip about the Gentry passed around the lecture halls. It was always another student who’d had a run in with a shadowy figure down by the lot, or had met Jimothy to trade beads, or had carefully not looked too closely at their flatmate recently.

Specs remained a guy with a few good friends who was a nice enough person to chat to throughout his first year. Then, in his second year, his sister came to EU.

Frizz was a drama student, eccentric, always ready with a smile and with a temper that was righteous in its fury. She wrote her own plays, sang her own little songs and drew in her spare time. She and her brother met up every other day for a quick hug, her drama friends quickly becoming acquainted with the smaller group of second year chem eng students who accompanied the elder sibling. When Frizz began dating, in as quietly dramatic a fashion as always, her brother was the one who looked her partner in the eye and stared for half a minute before calmly patting them on the shoulder and giving them a grin when he felt them shaking.

It was only a few months before Frizz had racked up a substantial number of encounters with the Fair Folk, as the liberal arts students tended to. One of Specs’ friends caught the occasional glimpse of worry beneath his usual friendly demeanor, but since Frizz had seemingly taken her brothers words of mild caution to heart she’d not come out of any of them the worse for wear.

Then, halfway through the year, Specs went backstage after a production had finished, he and the rest of the group of friends who’d come to support those of their number involved, to find Frizz’s partner running to him, terror in their eyes.

“They took Frizz!”

Specs face lost all emotion, and the rest of the group took a step back to give him space. A couple of them followed him as he left the theatre with a steadily quicker stride, and lost him as he began sprinting out into the grounds. They hoped he would be alright, knowing that the loss of a sibling would be heartbreaking. One or two of them resolved to go to his flat to comfort him the next day.

What they didn’t expect the next day was for Specs to be sitting behind a table on one of the main university paths with a selection of gadgets and items in front of him and a big digital timer counting down.

The first person to approach him was met with a fake, friendly smile and asked if they’d like a free sample. When they asked him what on earth he was doing, he took a yo-yo from the table in explanation.

“I’m starting off with the smallest stuff. Wholly iron and steel, six metres long wire string. Get it swinging at two and I guess you could even wrap someone up in it. Time goes on, I’ll start getting rid of the bigger stuff I’ve got stashed around. There’s a spray paint system I worked on the other day, it’s got a lovely red finish at up to twenty metres. I put some red iron-based paint in it, easily replaceable.”

Of course, most people steered clear of his stall, afraid of angering the Fair Folk, but there was always someone desperate, and soon he’d given out about thirty of the smaller things. There were several people who observed a tall man, lines of red rising on his skin in a manner that suggested something had coiled round him, stride over to the table.

“You will stop,” he said in a sibilant, angry tone.

“Huh?” came Specs disinterested reply. “Oh, you’re right, two hours have gone past and still my sister hasn’t turned up. Time to move on to the next batch.”

The man seemed to grow taller, hands becoming more pointed. Specs pulled a hula hoop from the stand and tossed it over the man’s head, breaking a catch and allowing a spool of chicken wire to spring from within, encircling his interrogator. After a couple of minutes, he pulled the chicken wire down, taking a small water pistol from the table instead. The tall man glared and retreated.

After half a day, Specs was seen walking to several iron electric boxes and pulling out things stashed within, before returning to the stand to place his unearthed stash on display. Unlike the steadily grander toys he’d been selling, these things didn’t hide what they were made for. An ugly looking thing with springs held several iron bolas. A mass of batteries were strapped to a couple of electromagnets with a supply of iron filings to feed between the two. Swimming goggles with lenses and rocks. Flashlights with reticules and chemical warning labels. Ball bearings and a hand cranked handheld self reloading catapult.

For those who were desperate, the rumours that had spread around campus were enough to bring them in. Each piece of equipment was explained, warnings about not firing this through a glass window, it could put someone’s eye out, that shouldn’t be aimed at the legs in case it trips someone up, this should be handled with a paint mask and with no-one in the immediate vicinity.

In the evening, as Specs handed out the last of the things he hadn’t been holding onto for himself, a group of assorted people with burn scars, pocks of red and faces in assorted angry expressions that looked near inhuman came towards him.

“You’ve made a lot of people angry.”

“They can join the club. I still haven’t seen my sister.”

“You have no more threats to hand out. You will be sorry.”

“Oh? No, I’ve got a whole wardrobe full of these things. Then there’s the emergency stashes I made, just in case. Then the stuff I’ve left half finished. And, of course, I might start handing out copies of my designs, I had a bunch of people interested in what I offered today and I’m sure some of them would love to know how these things work, try a hand at making their own-”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wouldn’t I? I don’t see what the problem is. I’m just putting my frustration into something productive. If only my sister were here to calm me down…”

The next day a girl with Frizz’s face approached the stall. She left when Specs offered her a wire Chinese finger trap to try out.

It was midday when Frizz herself appeared, wandering drunkenly over to Specs stall and hugging him as though she’d never let go. Specs brushed her hair with a hand covered in iron rings, murmuring in her ear. He kept one arm around her as he packed up the stall, hefting the duffel bag and stall with difficulty with one hand before the siblings’ friends arrived from class to help.

That evening, in Specs flat, with Frizz lying exhausted on the couch in the kitchen, one of his friends quietly asked why he’d had all that stuff prepared. In the course of one and a half days he’d handed out enough anti-fae tools for a small mob, and he’d been hinting he had even more. One of Frizz’s friends, the one who never wore iron and smiled all the time, looked slightly scared as she asked why he hadn’t used it.

“My family have always been creative,” he said. “You can see my sister’s talent. My dad paints, my mum sings. I imagine things. And some of those things are not very nice.”

He looked at his hands. After two days of being either clenched or solid as a rock, they were shaking now.

“It was fun to imagine solutions to a problem I’d never faced. To make something cheap, effective and that I’d never need to use, but should have around just in case. Heck, I even said to myself that it was alright to design bigger, because it wasn’t as if it’d be used on anyone nice.”

He began to cry. His voice went very, very quiet.

“I don’t want to be known for weapons.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi^^ wow the stories are really good, i really enjoy itㅠㅠ can i requst too? A session in the class, you as a student and wonwoo as a teacher. I seriously cant get over him with that glasses omg he looks smart yet hot :""""

I might have overdone the build-up a little BUT I FELT LIKE THIS NEEDED IT. also I agree with Wonwoo in glasses omg now that is a look!

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”W-Wonwoo, ah–”

As your alarm started ringing, your eyes shot wide open, and you were immediately painfully aware of the wetness pooling between your legs as well as the dream you had just had, and the memory only increased the heat in the pit of your stomach, and you winced when you got out of your bed.

“I can’t believe I just,” you mumbled, half-asleep, while turning your alarm off, the pulsation of your pussy clouding your thoughts. You swallowed, trying to think about everything but the dream you had just woken up from. Shivering, you shook your head. “Thank god I don’t have his lessons today.”

You went on about your morning as per usual, but you were unable to get your thoughts off the handsome - hot, actually - substitute teacher who had been teaching you literature for the past three months and would continue until the end of the school year, which was still a few months away.

From early on you had found him attractive, with his sharp eyes and rare yet incredibly cute smile, and it hardly helped that he was fairly young, too, and treated each of his students kindly. Sure, you had played with different lewd thoughts before, but you could never have even thought that you’d one day see a wet dream about him.

The worst part was that you weren’t bothered by it, really, and were instead mostly frustrated because the dream was so damn good and left you annoyingly horny: not even a cool shower before heading to school eased it.

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Inheritance | Pt. 1

Pairing: Yoongi x reader
Genre: hybrid!au, fluff (later), smut (later later)
Words: 2.6k+
Warnings: The MC gets a lil sad, mentioned death of a family member, swears
Notes: This was going to be a oneshot, then a two-shot, and now it’s a mess. I split it so the transitions would be smoother and it wouldn’t feel as rushed as it would were it all in the one scenario. More parts to come! (forgive the terrible summary)

After your grandmother passed she left everything to you. Her house, her fortune, and apparently… her cat? The grumpy male hybrid you encounter at her house is anything but the tame housecat you’d expected to find. Fulfilling your grandmother’s last request to look after him becomes a lot harder when he seems to be avoiding you, and your dissatisfied relatives start stirring up trouble.

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The Accidental Alpha

@septima-sum | AO3Septima, I hope this fulfills your fluffy college romance wishes! Thank you for the excuse to write this idea I’ve been thinking about for ages!

by @poetry-protest-pornography

When Stiles goes to college, he meets a new group of supernatural creatures (because of course he does) and it turns out he’s pretty good at taking care of werewolves–and a witch! Derek and John are… wary.


Two and a half years of running with wolves had given Stiles the ability to recognize a supernatural being with a relative ease, and going to a university with a very large student body gave him a fair amount of practice.

In his first semester English Lit class, there was a girl who spent all of the first class with a sour look on her face, leaning as far away from the professor as possible while still remaining in her seat in the middle of the auditorium. It wasn’t until Stiles went to get the syllabus from the prof that he got a whiff of the man’s oppressive cologne. The next time the class met, Stiles brought some herbal candy and a small tub of salve with him. He had sat next to her in her new place in the back row and placed the items on the table in front of her.

“The lozenges will help, and put a little of the salve under your nose, too. That should block the worst of it,” he’d said quietly, smiling with no teeth and as much sincerity as he could manage so he didn’t appear as a threat–or a crazy person. He preempted her denial by dropping his voice further, turning toward her as he stood to find a different seat and reassuring her with, “When my brother got turned, his senses went crazy, and these were a lifesaver.”

Her jaw had dropped slightly, and her brow had furrowed in a way that Stiles found startlingly endearing, but when her eyes snapped to meet his, there was only mild surprise and confusion there. She’d even smiled, though it seemed to be involuntary, and after he’d settled into his seat a few rows down, he heard the quiet crinkle of a wrapper open. When he’d looked up a moment later, as Dr. English Leather walked in carrying his cloud of chemicals and musk, she was wearing a small pleased smile and replacing the lid on the jar of salve.

It felt good.

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anonymous asked:

how would the RFA + V + Saeran react to MC having problems with university/work and being extremely stressed to the point she doesnt eat well or sleep well?????

I think we can all relate to being way too stressed from school or work, so this is a really fun and relateable request anonny! I wrote this one while I was on vacation so I apologize in advance if they aren’t well written, let me know if you’d like me to change anything! But I still hope that you enjoy and thank you for the request!! ^^


Yoosung

  • Yoosung noticed right away when you were becoming too stressed from your university work
  • He’s had his fair share of stressful nights due to college assignments and exams - So when whenever you start skipping eating and stay up all night studying Yoosung goes into action
  • Yoosung let’s you sleep in one day whenever you don’t have any classes and makes you your favorite breakfast in bed
  • He sees how you’re still exhausted so he lets you fall back asleep as he cuddles next to you
  • You wake up to a healthy lunch prepared by chef Yoosung plus all of your notes organized because of him
  • Yoosung stresses the importance of taking breaks from studying and how he once over-exhorted himself from studying and he didn’t want to same to happen to you
  • So Yoosung stated gaming less in order to help you and himself study
  • Soon enough, you and Yoosung were not only getting better grades, but you two were spending more time together making both of you more then happy

Zen

  • Zen knows exactly what it’s like to be stressed out from work so he noticed early on when you were becoming too stressed
  • Your new job was overtaking all of your time and energy making Zen concerned
  • He saw you skipping meals, not getting any sleep, and were constantly missing date nights with him in order to work more
  • You’d come home later then Zen every night and leave the apartment before him in the morning
  • Zen knew he had to put a stop to this so he called you off from work one day
  • You were upset at first but your exhaustion took you over as you fell right back asleep
  • The next time you woke up, Zen presented you with your favorite flowers and some sweets
  • He laid down next to you in bed and brushed his fingers through your hair and he quietly sang to you as you fell asleep again
  • You were awoken by Zen gently shaking your shoulder, telling you to wake up
  • Zen pleaded with you to work less hours and to take better care of yourself to which you immediately agreed
  • From then on, Zen made sure you got the proper amount of sleep and food while getting plenty of quality time together

Jaehee

  • Jaehee is basically the queen of getting stressed out because of work so she understands your pain
  • But she doesn’t like how little sleep you’ve been getting and how you ate next to nothing
  • She noticed that your boss was even more crazy then her own so Jaehee knew she had to put a stop to it
  • You woke up one day to find your alarm shut off and panicked when Jaehee entered your shared bedroom
  • She sat on the edge of the bed and explained that she called you off from work and that she was genuinely concerned for you
  • So Jaehee went to your boss and gave him a piece of her mind and he agreed to give you more reasonable hours and a pay raise
  • You listened in awe at Jaehee’s story and hugged her when she was done with it, thanking her over and over again for her help
  • She smiled and handed you a cup of coffee as a celebratory drink, the two of you clinked your glasses together
  • Jaehee would never let yours or her boss get in the way of the time the two of you spent together since it was precious to her

Jumin

  • Jumin wanted you to live a life of leisure and luxury but you insisted on continuing your schooling
  • He began to notice how over stressed you were becoming, spending as much time with your studies as possible
  • You would even skip meals and refused to sleep or spend time with Jumin since your grades were crucial to you
  • Jumin was concerned with your well-being and sat down together with you one night to discuss things
  • The two of you fought over what was more important: your health or your grades
  • But seeing Jumin so worried about your health made you agree to start relaxing more and to take better care of yourself
  • Jumin then started personally helping you with your schoolwork, helping you study plus it meant time together
  • He always made you breakfast before any of your exams and left encouraging notes if he left for work before you
  • You were relieved when your school semester was over and you received passing grades thanks to Jumin’s help, the two of you then spent plenty of quality time together

Seven

  • Seven was always impressed at how hard you worked when dealing with your studies
  • But as the days went on and your exams were coming closer, he could tell just how stressed out you were becoming
  • You would skip meals, sleeping, and spending time with Seven just to keep on stressfully study
  • Seven even admitted that he missed having you scold him on working too much with his hacking but instead you were basically glued to your desk
  • Seeing you so utterly stressed out made Seven upset so he made a plan and put it to action
  • One morning you woke up to find color-coded detailed notes, some prep questions, your books organized with explanations on confusing sections, and a stack of slightly burnt pancakes for breakfast
  • Seven smiled at you and cracked his knuckles, asking if you were ready for Professor Choi to tutor you
  • You left out a relieved giggle as Seven turned out to be a fantastic teacher for you
  • With his help, you passed all of your exams and Seven finished all of his work, the two of you spent a week laying in bed all day with stress-free minds

V

  • V was always aware of your current state because he treasured you and wanted to make sure that you were always happy
  • So when he saw you working ridiculous hours at your job he was concerned
  • The stress was becoming too much for you to handle, you refused to eat or sleep in order to get your work done
  • Every time V tried to intervene, you would tell him that you were fine and go back to work
  • V would silently watch as stress ate away at you and he knew this needed to stop
  • So the next morning you woke up to find some hot tea and fruit set out for you for breakfast and your work papers neatly organized
  • Your boyfriend walked into the room smiling as he gently draped his arms over your shoulders
  • V explained that he had a talk with your boss and how much he was overworking you and since practically no one could resist V’s smooth words, your boss cut back your workload
  • You turned around and buried your face into V’s chest, breathing in his relaxing scent as you felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders as you thanked him
  • V made you promise that you had to spend more time with him in return, to which you happily agreed, and the two of you led a much more relaxing life

Unknown

  • Saeran has always been secretly impressed by how hard you worked on your schooling
  • He never received a real education so he liked sitting next to you and silently watch you do your schoolwork and learn what you were learning
  • But as the weeks went on, Saeran noticed you becoming more stressed and agitated by the immense amount of schoolwork you’ve been getting
  • Seeing you skip meals and sleep truly made Saeran sad and he knew that things had to change
  • One night when you passed out from exhaustion, Saeran wrote down extra notes for you, highlighted helpful tips, and made a playlist of relaxing music for you to listen to when studying
  • You woke up to find Saeran handing you a bowl of ice cream and helped you spend the rest of the night studying together
  • With his help, your schoolwork became much easier to handle and Saeran was happy to help and more learn himself
  • You and Saeran started having study dates resulting in more time together, Saeran learning more, and the two of you trying lots of new ice cream flavors
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Originally posted by hermionegrangcr

Request: Can you please do a Hermione request were the reader has natural curly hair and looks almost exactly like Hermione. They are often mistaken for the other. They both stand up to bullies together, when people bully them about their hair. Thank love!!! XOXO. ❤️

Notes: So I decided to write in 3rd person for a change, and so you see both sides kind of equally well. And I wasn’t sure if you meant platonic or romantic so I left it platonic. I would have added more in about the bullying but that would have just made it a lot longer - I hope you like it!


Hermione Granger and Y/N Y/L/N had been best friends since they first met on the Hogwarts train before first year. Though their friendship consists of thousands of weird moments, both of them agree that one of, if not the absolute, strangest moments was their introduction.

Y/N arrived at a compartment, seeing a wide-eyed boy and a girl whose face was buried in a book, and had frizzy hair much like Y/N’s own.

“Is anyone sitting there?” Y/N asked the boy, who shook his head.

“No, sit if you want to,” he offered, before turning his attention to the toad in his hand. Y/N took the seat next to the boy, who introduced himself as Neville, and his toad as Trevor. Y/N gave them her name, watching as the girl opposite her set down the book covering her features.

“I’m Hermione Granger.” Y/N met the girl’s eyes, being too shocked to say anything in response. From the looks of it, Hermione was dumbfounded as well, as she and Y/N looked over each other, seeing near mirror images of themselves.

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Keep Me Warm

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,280

Prompt: A Chris Evans/Steve Rogers angst/fluff. Your prompt is “Scarves.”

Warnings: Just a bit of fluff

Author’s Note: This is my fic for @formyfandoms as part of the Christmas fic exchange @marvel-ash and @oneshot-shit set up. I based it around the song “I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm” by Dean Martin. Merry Christmas and I hope you like it!

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The Universe (Lin x Reader) Soulmate AU Platonic

WC: 4185 (I don’t think I’ve ever written a one shot this long before)

A/N: I’m basing this off of a fic I read a little bit ago that had this same AU. I thought the idea was great so I wrote my own fic with it. For clarification, Writing will always be italicized, and Lin’s will always be bolded. I’m really proud of this one!


When Lin turned 20, he received a notebook in the mail. It was red and spiral bound, looking pristine as notebooks of the same kind did when you first bought them. This notebook wasn’t for the countless lectures left in Lin’s college career. Instead, it gave him a form of communication with his soulmate. The pages were blank, meaning Lin had turned 20 first. There was no way of knowing who was on the other side until they were in possession of their own notebook.

Lin sat down with his nicest pen and wrote the first entry.

Dear Soulmate,

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I was wondering if I could have scenarios with tsukki, oikawa, and noya helping their s/o get over losing one of their best friends? I'm having a hard time myself with this and your writing is also amazing so I thought I'd ask~

i’m so sorry that it took me so long to get to this. i’m the queen of getting friend-dumped so i know exactly how tough it is. i hope since you’ve sent this in, you’ve been able to find happiness and grow closer to the other friends you have and that if you have, that these don’t dredge up any bad feelings

i’m looking for new admins to run this blog with me! details are here for anyone interested

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Tsukishima

“I think you understand, ____, why we’ve reached this point.”

It’s time. You’d been anticipating this for a while, it was just a matter of how it would happen.

The sun starts to set when they say this. Club activities concluded a little while ago, and though you’d normally bid your friend a goodbye and walk home with Tsukishima and Yamaguchi, today was different. Instead, the two of you loitered around the sports club rooms while you waited for the boys. You made a seat out of the stairwell while you friend stood, arms crossed over their chest.

Your silence and downcast gaze is answer enough for them to elaborate. “I don’t know how I can continue to be your friend if I barely see you outside of school. And texts and phone calls don’t cut it. The only person you spend time with anymore is Tsukishima.”

Another silent moment passes. You let out a sigh.

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Alec Martinez - My Wonder Woman

request: I don’t know if I sent in an Alec Martinez (LA Kings) request already??? But write anything about him. Preferably fluffy. 💕💕
authors note: thank you so much for your request. i hope you will enjoy reading it.
warning: anxiety mention
word count: 3075

Walking out of the massive building you spent most of your days in, you grabbed the lamp post next to you, taking a number of deep breaths. When an old lady stopped by you to ask you how you were doing, you simply put on a brave and reassuring smile. Thanking her for the kind gesture, you let her know you were alright. Even though you were far from it. Gathering yourself up, you quickly made your way over to your car, instantly turning the ignition on to let the ac cool you down. Leaning your head back against the seat, you closed your eyes.

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good intentions, bad intuition

for @thinkoutsidethelovesquare​ month I got the chance to remix @alya-bug​‘s work, and Misunderstanding was just too cute and too funny! I couldn’t resist remixing it with ninoir. I hope you like it!!! <3

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Words: 3419

Nino was no stranger to nighttime visits from Chat Noir. Chat had an ego that loved to be stoked by his favorite fan. It was nice, truth be told, and he wasn’t looking to complain; they’d spill their frustrations to each other, or talk about the weather, or listen to music, or just chill out. Lately, however, Chat seemed to be coming by all the time, and Nino was starting to form his own suspicions…

The final piece fell into place when one of Chat’s usual rants about an argument he’d had with his father was cut short by a loud rumble. Chat hugged his stomach and grinned sheepishly at Nino. “Sorry. I haven’t eaten yet today.”

“Dude, it’s three in the afternoon,” Nino said.

“It’s Saturday!” Chat protested.

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fantasies-of-euphoria  asked:

Hey Morgan! Can Euph please have 24 and 28 with Kookie pleeeease?

Anything for my great granddaughter 😘 …years later, sorry for the delay.

Requests are closed.-🐢💙🌞

Pairing: Jungkook | Jeon Jeongguk xReader
Genre: fluff
Words: 894

“Don’t bother coming to find me, I’ll be knee deep in Cheetos and Netflix.” + “I don’t like you, get out of my fort.”

Originally posted by jhopej

Five hours.

It’d been five hours since you walked into the door of your favorite coffee shop. Out of breath and hair a mess from the windy day, you were about to apologize profusely to your lunch date for being late, only to find that he hadn’t even arrived yet.

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Video Star (Shalaska) Chapter 1 - AlaskaDelNeedles

A/N: Here’s my first ever multi-chaptered fic! I wanted more drag queen Shalaska smut on AQ, so that’s how this very smutty, semi AU was born! Please tell me what you think at alaskadelneedles.tumblr.com or here, as I’m always looking to improve!

Chapter Summary: Sharon Needles is the most popular queen at RuPorn, the drag queen porn agency. But what happens when she’s paired with the newest RuGirl who’s joined the squad, and tasked with initiating such an amateur into a spotlight she’s not interested in sharing?

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I mean this works just fine for me, but you can also come to my inbox if you’d like!

Rex Headcanons

  • (I read something like this in a fanfic but can’t remember if it’s canon or not) Rex actually became a Commander not long into the Clone Wars, but kept the Captain title because 1) Ahsoka is Commander of the 501st and he didn’t want it getting confusing, and 2) a Captain is still high on the target list for sniper and assassin droids, but not as high as a Commander
  • Unlike many of his brothers, Rex doesn’t show off his tattoos. They aren’t identifiers for him, they’re honorary. Like his lightsaber tattoo for Ahsoka. He has a few others, too, for close friends like Cody and Fives. Kix swears up and down that Rex has tats for Obi-Wan and Anakin, too, but no one has ever been able to prove it.
  • They never found out for sure who killed Waxer on Umbara, but Rex is convinced that he’s the one who shot him and was unable to look Cody in the eye for weeks afterwards. Cody doesn’t blame any of the 501st for what happened, he knows it was all Krell’s fault and that they both lost plenty of good men in that horrible skirmish, but Rex still feels guilty.

Ahsoka Headcanons

  • for the year between leaving the Jedi and the fall of the Republic, Ahsoka worked for a relief program for war-torn planets. She did this under the program set up by Senators Amidala and Organa, but asked both of them not to mention it to any of the Jedi, especially Anakin, because she knew that he’d come looking for her if he knew where she was.
  • Ahsoka attended Padme’s funeral on Naboo - since she was a friend of the Senator, that meant she was also friends with most of her handmaidens. They knew that she was in danger by being there, but understood that her presence was a peace offering on behalf of any Jedi left alive, and so they gave her one of their mourning cloaks and hid her among their ranks. They all styled their hair elaborately so that her montrals wouldn’t look so out of place under her hood.
    • also, connected headcanon that Padme’s handmaidens formed the basis of the Rebel Alliance and set up the first spy network for them
  • Ahsoka did visit the Temple one last time after Order 66 - she had to know what had happened to her friends. She arrived not long after the Empire rose, before Palpatine and Vader could completely ransack the place, and was able to escape with some of the more precious holobooks from the Archives, as well as three holocrons.

Obi-Wan Headcanons

  • Lineage/Legacy Obi-Wan is my canon Obi-Wan and I highly recommend that everyone who loves Obi-Wan, especially young Obi, read Ruth Baulding’s stuff because WOW
    • stubborn broody yaks are canon Obi and Qui okay it’s  c a n o n  for me
  • Obi-Wan is TERRIBLE about forming attachments, like he can lecture Anakin about it until he’s blue in the face, but at the end of the day Obi-Wan loves everyone and he just cares so damn much and hurts himself in the process and it’s not fair stop hurting my Space Trash Son No. 1
  • he once saved his and Anakin’s skin during a mission when Anakin was a teenager by serenading the locals until he won them over with his lovely singing voice, something that Anakin bothered him about for months until Obi-Wan finally gave him informal singing lessons (they didn’t end well, for anyone)

Cody Headcanons

  • (once again, I read this in a fic and I don’t know if it’s canon or not but I love it) Cody and 99 are batch brothers and Cody spent most of his early years threatening (and sometimes actually) to beat up anyone who looked at 99 funny
    • Cody is almost solely responsible for the sheer amount of respect and adoration most of the clones hold for 99 by the time Domino Squad is going through training
  • everyone thinks Rex is more of a troublemaker due to his association with Anakin, but actually Cody is the  w o r s t  just like how Obi-Wan actually is. Cadets on Kamino still whisper about that time an ‘unidentified cadet’ single-handedly gave everyone in the barracks green hair. All the troopers know it was Cody, but the Kaminoans never caught him so they still keep their mouths shut out of respect. (as a side note, that incident led to Rex bleaching his hair to get rid of the green, and deciding that he looked pretty damn good as a blond)
  • Cody also was one of the last clones to receive personal training from Jango Fett, before the training protocols were put into place, when they were still working out the kinks. This meant that he garnered a streak of independence the Kaminoans frowned upon, but which saved his life and that of Obi-Wan’s several times over.

i’m not sure if you wanted CodyWan hc or not but i decided to put them in anyways bc hell yeah CodyWan

CodyWan (or Master and Commander) Headcanons

  • they know that there is a betting pool among the 212th and the 501st about who will (publicly) get together first - them or Rex and Ahsoka. They also know that Rex and Ahsoka are blissfully unaware of both this fact and that Cody and Obi-Wan know that they’re together already. 
  • Obi-Wan likes to rant to Cody, to get things off his chest and whatnot. His favorite topics are Anakin, the Council, Anakin, whatever dumb move Ahsoka recently pulled while emulating her master, Anakin, Anakin’s secret marriage to Padme, and Anakin. Cody is pretty sure he knows more about General Skywalker than anyone except Obi-Wan and Anakin himself at this point, and possibly knows even more then Padme. He hasn’t decided yet if this is a good thing or not.
  • Obi-Wan kept the Mandalorian armor he stole during the whole Darth Maul fiasco. For reasons. Reasons involving a Mandalorian lover who is certainly not blonde or busty.
    • Obi-Wan does sometimes wonder, though, if Cody and Satine would have gotten along. He thinks that they probably would have, despite being a pacifist and a soldier, if only to laugh together at his expense.

sadly, I have to get going to class, otherwise this would be a lot longer, but I hope you enjoy it!! Everyone is more than welcome to send me more requests for headcanons or your own headcanons that you want to share!

Falling - Jake x MC Endless Summer Fanfic

[A little note: I did it. I conquered my fear of doing an endless summer fanfic. There’s just so many about this pairing already and I wasn’t sure if I could ever do them justice. Originally, I was going to submit this for choicescreates but decided better of it because that quote has got me thinking and thinking. Hope it’s enjoyable!]

[Summary: Falling for someone is complicated - especially since it isn’t something taught but rather an experience learned, bringing people together. For MC it’s the sudden awareness that she’s fallen so deeply for Jake McKenzie that she’s afraid of what happens when she finally reaches the bottom].


Falling.

That’s something they don’t teach us while growing up. Instead, they teach us not to cry over spilled milk. How important it is to be nice to strangers and to look both ways before crossing the street. But they don’t teach us about this. One of the scariest lessons in life. Falling. Falling so deeply that there isn’t any chance of even grabbing the ledge in time to stop yourself from tumbling down. A fall so steep that there is no choice but submitting, claiming it right before it consumes our souls. No. They don’t teach us that. And they certainly don’t teach us how to survive the fall.

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The T-Shirt - Part 2

Originally posted by spnsamwinchester

Characters - Sam x Reader

Summary - Sometimes we forget to say things, for later may be too late. Sometimes things turn out differently than we think, too.

Word Count - 825

Warnings - Angst, drinking and drunkenness

A/N - Be sure to read Part 1 if you haven’t! This was a long time coming, and I hope you enjoy it. This one is from Sam’s point of view, and there is gonna be a part three at some point in the future.


Rough hunts were not uncommon for the brothers. Throughout their lives, they’d had more than their fair share.

Sam though- he’d had one of the worst that night. Much like that night one year ago.

One year. He could’ve sworn it felt far longer than that. He spent the first few hours honest to god freaking the fuck out as all his calls to your cell dumped him straight to voicemail. Your cheery recorded voice mocked him, encouraging him to leave a message after the beep.

He left several of those.

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lithe-cloud  asked:

Sweetness. I've been cranking out a bunch of notes on this since I typed up that ask yesterday. Also, fair warning, this idea is hampered by the fact that I have yet to kick my ass in gear and read the manga... which I will have to do if I wanna actually start writing this... The primary premise is, like I said, a Reforming-Villain!AU where Hitoshi (always forget if his given name is Hitoshi or Shinsou...), Izuku, Momo and several other unknown children were kidnapped as children to be trained

as personal assassins, body guards and scapegoats for an up-and-coming Villain group calling itself Epitaph. The children were not chosen before hand, but they were all children under the age of 8 that seemed likely to be either left alone or left behind. Upon their abduction, all children were assigned an title and were punished for using or acknowledging their old names. The villain group essentially trained these kids using heavy amounts of coercion, manipulation, indoctrination and conditioning. They were only allowed their favorite foods, hobbies, etc. for good performance and behavior. They received praise for good performance and behavior. The harshest punishments were reserved only for deliberate rebellion, escape attempts, or self-repentance as attempts at seeming “reasonable” and “fair”. When it was discovered that several of the children had selfless natures, punishments switched from reprimanding the one who failed to punishing their peers as motivation. 

 The leader of the group, Alkaid (Quirk: Supernova - Superheats gas around her into plasma) is a huge mythology and symbolism buff, so she named all the agents after mythical creatures that suited either their Quirks or (in Izuku’s case) their useful personality trait. Izuku was given the name Gamayun, Hitoshi was given the name Encantado. Momo was given the name Yakshini. Their peers were OC characters that, for one reason or another, are inactive/dead (Changeling - Tried to escape and was executed, age 14. Phantom - killed in an attack by small time villains, age 9. Hecatonchier - openly defied Epitaph and proceeded to go underground, whereabouts unknown). I spent a long time switching back and forth between wikitionary and google translate to come up with their True names and Quirks, especially for 2 dead characters and 1 missing one. Phantom’s name was Aya, she had the ability Chameleon (color and visible texture mimicry) Changeling was Shouji Kaku with the Quirk Stand-In (as long as he keeps his eyes on the object, he could fabricate illusions and change the appearance of anything he’s touching), and Yosano Naomi, Hecatonchier, had the Quirk Rejection (telekinetically shove anything within a 10’ radius of herself). 

Epitaph itself is an organization run by 4 individuals with Alkaid at the helm. There’s also Blessed, Senri and Ken. Alkaid is doing this because she wants power, wealth and status, seemingly for no discernible reason. She wasn’t abused or poo. she just honestly doesn’t seem to care. Senri (Quirk: Hair Strings - by manipulating the thickness and elasticity of his head and body hair, he can turn each strand into razor-like wires) is her second, and believes that a world without fear or hardship is one of stagnation. He is a thrill-seeker who will go out of his way to create hardships for others and was the one to propose the kidnapping idea. Ken (Quirk: Demolition Fist - when calm and concentrating, his strength is multiplied by a  factor of 4) is Senri’s best friend and will follow him to the ends of the earth. He’s seemingly the least openly malicious of Epitaph. Last is the most vicious member, Blessed (Quirk: Nirvana - anyone she touches has their nerve endings enhanced, magnifying their pleasure/pain response significantly), was a former prospective hero who took a routine subdue mission too far, sending the criminal into a coma. Her license was revoked and she was to be jailed for aggravated assault, but she fled underground and vowed revenged for being denied what she feels it rightfully hers. Blessed is also the one who oversaw the kids training. 

The opening of the story revolves around that the idea that Izuku, Hitoshi and Momo are, tired of their oppression but too afraid to leave and too unsure of where they should go, have two chance meetings; one that reminds them of their lives before Epitaph and plants a seed of doubt, a chance encounter with All Might some time afterwards. The agents, known under the collective name of Suzumebachi (the Giant Asian Hornet), are semi-well known by this point. 

The remaining members have gotten at least a few kills each under their belts, some of them heroes. All Might is prepared for them to try and attack him, but they don’t. Instead, they pull off their blank, featureless masks one by one, revealing the faces of children, and haltingly ask for help. All Might asks them to trust him and takes them to Yuuei, where he hopes that having other heroes on (lol I hit the comment limit, so if this is a bit disjointed, I’m sorry) Anyway, All Might takes them to Yuuei to see about getting more heroes on their side, both to work out setting up some protection for the kids and to see about reuniting them with their families. There’s a brief moment of panic where Alkaid calls Hitoshi’s cell and alludes to making a move against their families in retribution for the betrayal, but the heroes communicate with those out on patrol to protect the parents and get them to Yuuei to reunite with their lost children. THAT part is gonna be fun to write lol. While the heroes are busy retrieving the parents, the heroes at the school ask for information on Epitaph - motivations, members, activities, etc.. 

The reunion is suitably tearful and everyone’s happy to see each other again, but there is a serious matter to attend to… The kids are killers. Reluctant ones under coercion and duress, but still killers. They have to stand trial. Thankfully, the court is willing to believe the heroes who believe Izuku, Hitoshi and Momo. Their sentence is lightened, and Nedzu/Aizawa/Someone proposes that the children be placed at Yuuei, where they can learn and grow in a normal environment, become re-socialized and be under the watchful eyes of heroes able to subdue them if necessary. If cleared by teachers, by the end of their terms at school, they will be free to rejoin society at large, even becoming heroes as long as they, by mandate, join an agency. 

And… That’s by and large all the important bits so far! How does it all sound? 

ANON THIS IS SUM SOLID WORLDBUILDING I LOVEEEE   

you thought this out thoroughly lnjadlnjd;ad i can’t wait to read it should u ever write it ahHhh.

i can imagine izuku, momo, and hitoshi being ostracized by a lot of students, b/c they are known killers, but class 1-a is composed of mostly sweethearts so i’m sure they will be pretty accepting^^ the teachers would especially be supportive of them–i assume they will be signed up for extra counseling?? group therapy??? god knows they need it.