i took these yesterday but oh well

PACIFIC RIM SENTENCE STARTERS.

  • ‘  when i was a kid, whenever i’d feel small or lonely, i’d look up at the stars. wondered if there was life up there.  ‘
  • ‘  tens of thousands of lives were lost.  ‘
  • ‘  this was just the beginning.  ‘
  • ‘  to fight monsters, we created monsters of our own.  ‘
  • ‘  we got really good at it. winning.  ‘
  • ‘  hey, kid. don’t get cocky.  ‘
  • ‘  please, after you. age before beauty.  ‘
  • ‘  you know what i’m thinking.  ‘
  • ‘  worry about yourself, kiddo!  ‘
  • ‘  ___, listen to me!  ‘
  • ‘  suits and ties, flashy smiles. that’s all they are.  ‘
  • ‘  bad news: three guys died yesterday.  ‘
  • ‘  well, orders are orders. what else am i supposed to do?  ‘
  • ‘  took me a while to find you.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t have anyone else in my head again. i’m done.  ‘
  • ‘  haven’t you heard? the world is coming to an end.  ‘
  • ‘  so where would you rather die? here, or ____?  ‘
  • ‘  oh, no, call me ___. only my mother calls me doctor.  ‘
  • ‘  he was 2,500 tons of awesome. or awful. you know, whatever you wanna call it.  ‘
  • ‘  shut up. i don’t love them, okay? i study them.  ‘
  • ‘  things have changed. we’re not an army anymore, we’re the resistance.  ‘
  • ‘  i didn’t know it was this bad.  ‘
  • ‘  sorry about your brother.  ‘
  • ‘  you haven’t told me what i’m doing here yet.  ‘
  • ‘  numbers do not lie. politics and poetry, promises, these are lies. numbers are as close as we get to the handwriting of god.  ‘
  • ‘  politics and poetry, promises, these are lies.  ‘
  • ‘  and this… is the point where he goes completely crazy.  ‘
  • ‘  fortune favors the brave, dude.  ‘
  • ‘  they won’t give you the equipment, and even if they did, you’d kill yourself.  ‘
  • ‘  she’s one of a kind now.  ‘
  • ‘  i think you’re unpredictable.  ‘
  • ‘  you take risks that endanger yourself and your crew. i don’t think you’re the right man for this mission.  ‘
  • ‘  wow. thank you for your honesty.  ‘
  • ‘  one day, you’re gonna see that in combat you make decisions. and you have to live with the consequences.  ‘
  • ‘  you promised me.  ‘
  • ‘  vengeance is like an open wound.  ‘
  • ‘  to me, you’re dead weight. you slow me down, i’m gonna drop you like a sack of shit.  ‘
  • ‘  i’ve raised him on my own. he’s a smart kid, but i never knew whether to give him a hug or a kick in the ass.  ‘
  • ‘  it’s a dialogue, not a fight.  ‘
  • ‘  better watch it.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m not crazy. you felt it, right?  ‘
  • ‘  this is worth fighting for.  ‘
  • ‘  if you’re listening to this, well, i’m either alive and i’ve proven what i’ve just done works, in which case, ha ha, i won. or i’m dead and i’d like you to know that it’s all your fault. it really is, you know, you drove me to this. in which case, ha, i also won. sort of.  ‘
  • ‘  are you gonna say anything?  ‘
  • ‘  you look good.  ‘
  • ‘  like when you blink your eyes over and over and over again and all you really see are like, frames. it was emotion.  ‘
  • ‘  i’m okay. just let me control it.  ‘
  • ‘  you are a goddamn disgrace. you’re gonna get us all killed.  ‘
  • ‘  why don’t you just do us all a favor and disappear? it’s the only thing you’re good at.  ‘
  • ‘  so, what, you’re grounding us?  ‘
  • ‘  one: don’t you ever touch me again. two: don’t you ever touch me again.  ‘
  • ‘  now, you have no idea who the hell i am or where i’ve come from, and i’m not about to tell you my whole life story.  ‘
  • ‘  you know, you live in someone else’s head for so long… the hardest part to deal with is the silence.  ‘
  • ‘  well, that’s classified. so i couldn’t tell you. even if i wanted to. but it is pretty cool, so i might tell you. i’m gonna tell you.  ‘
  • ‘  jesus, we can’t just sit here and watch them die.  ‘
  • ‘  let me in, i’m a doctor!  ‘
  • ‘  we have a choice here. we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.  ‘
  • ‘  as harsh as it sounds, there is no time to celebrate. we lost people. no time to grieve.  ‘
  • ‘  how sick are you? and why didn’t you tell me?  ‘
  • ‘  i haven’t exactly had a very good day, okay?  ‘
  • ‘  we’re gonna own this bad boy!  ‘
  • ‘  by jove, we are going to own this thing for sure!  ‘
  • ‘  today, at the edge of our hope, at the end of our time, we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.  ‘
  • ‘  today we are canceling the apocalypse!  ‘
  • ‘  as for you, well, you’re easy. you’re an egotistical jerk with daddy issues. a simple puzzle i solved on day one.  ‘
  • ‘  i just don’t want to regret all the things that i never said out loud.  ‘
  • ‘  well, my father always said, if you have the shot, you take it. so let’s do this.  ‘
  • ‘  all i have to do is fall. anyone can fall.  ‘
  • ‘  i can’t find his pulse. i don’t think he’s breathing.  ‘
  • ‘  no. don’t go. please.  ‘
  • ‘  you’re squeezing me too tight. i couldn’t breathe.  ‘
  • ‘  where is my goddamn shoe?  ‘
Forget me not

Thaaaaank you @alwaysfangirly!! 💖 And omg, you’re so kind! And so patient! Because this took me forever and you were so sweet about it! 💖 I hope you like what I did with it! (Even though it might be kinda messy and confusing…) Oh, and I also posted it on AO3, because… well, once more, it turned out longer than I intended…



“Pansy, where was I yesterday?”

“What?”

“What was I doing? Did you see me talking to anyone?”

Draco paced the length of the eighth year common room, feeling Pansy’s intent stare on him.

“Those are really odd questions to ask. Have you lost your mind?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Draco muttered, stopping in front of the fireplace. “I think someone obliviated me. No, I am sure someone obliviated me.”

He heard Pansy get off the armchair and walk over to him.

“Are you sure? Why would someone do that to you?”

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Draco growled.

“But how can you be sure you’ve been obliviated? I mean, isn’t the point of obliviating someone that they… well, forget?”

Draco scratched the back of his neck, nodding absentmindedly.

“Something just felt off when I woke up this morning. I was sure it was Wednesday but then I saw the Daily Prophet and realised it was already Thursday. I remember everything until Tuesday night and waking up today. But if I try to think about what happened yesterday, my mind just goes blank. I’ve been racking my brain all day long. It’s the only explanation, Pansy. I-”

Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw Potter enter the common room. Something was… weird about him today. He didn’t look at Draco. He hadn’t looked at Draco all day. He always looked at Draco. He probably thought it went unnoticed but, of course, Draco noticed. He always stared right back whenever Potter briefly averted his eyes. Always. But why was Potter avoiding his gaze today?

“Potter!” Without a moment’s hesitation, he strode over to the Gryffindor.

“Hey Malfoy,” he mumbled, his eyes on the carpet.

“Potter, is there something you want to tell me?” Draco inquired, lowering his head to catch the other boy’s eye.

“No?” the Gryffindor said, his voice slightly shaking.

“I think there is. Out with it, Potter! Something happened yesterday, I know it.”

“You do?” Potter said in astonishment, finally looking up. His eyes were full of wonder and… apprehension. “But you shouldn’t-” He broke off, pressing his mouth into a thin line.

“I shouldn’t what?” Draco said, stepping closer and narrowing his eyes. “Remember? You did it, didn’t you? You were the one who obliviated me.”

Potter was trying very hard to keep a straight face, but Draco saw right through him.

“The question is,” he said slowly, lowering his voice, “why did you do it?”

Potter closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

“I’ve been feeling guilty about that all day. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Then why did you?” Draco asked.

“I panicked, okay? I didn’t do it on purpose. It was like a reflex.”

Now Draco simply had to know what had happened the day before. This sounded serious.

“Show me,” he said, grabbing Potter by the wrist.

“How-”

“There’s got to be a Pensieve around here somewhere,” Draco muttered, already dragging Potter out of the common room.

“There is, actually,” Potter mumbled behind him.


Draco looked around the memory he and Potter had just dived into. They were in the dungeons and class had just started.

“Professor, why are you showing us Amortentia again?” one of the students asked, sounding more eager than annoyed.

“Because,” Professor Slughorn said with a smile, “I want you to brew an antidote today. So everyone take a quick sniff to get in the right mood and get started.”

Draco frowned as he watched himself go into the storage room, apparently ignoring Slughorn’s instructions. His eyes then fell on Potter, Pensieve-Potter to be precise, who stood in front of the cauldron full of Amortentia. Granger and the Weasel were standing beside him, grinning at each other. It was disgusting.

“What do you smell, Harry?” the Weasel asked. Potter blinked.

“Nothing.”

“Come on, we’re your friends. You can tell us,” the Weasel insisted, elbowing him.

“No, Ron, I literally smell nothing,” Potter muttered, sounding genuinely surprised.

“That’s strange,” Granger chimed in.

“Yeah.” Potter creased his eyebrows. “I would have thought-” He stopped abruptly as Draco, well, Pensieve-Draco, came into view again, locking eyes with him.

“Professor, have you ever heard of anyone who doesn’t smell anything? In regards to Amortentia, I mean.”

“Hermione,” Potter growled through gritted teeth.

“What, she didn’t say it was you,” the Weasel shrugged. Potter slapped a hand to his forehead and Draco saw himself smirk.

“You don’t smell anything, Potter? That’s pretty pathetic.” When Pensieve-Draco simply strutted back to his desk and began chopping his ingredients, the real Draco frowned.

“So that’s the big secret? This is why you obliviated me?” he asked.

“Wait for it,” Potter mumbled. Was Draco imagining it or were Potter’s cheeks turning a bit rosy? He was biting the inside of his cheek, too, and constantly shifting his weight. He was nervous.

Intrigued, Draco watched as the class proceeded without significant interruptions.

When Slughorn dismissed them and students started hurrying out of the classroom, Draco tapped his foot impatiently. He paused when he saw his past self purposely bump into Potter, causing the Gryffindor to drop all his books.

Smirking to himself, Pensieve-Draco bent down to help Pensieve-Potter pick up his things, quickly scanning the room. They were the only ones left.

“So, you really didn’t smell anything?” Draco heard himself ask. Pensieve-Potter just scowled at him. Draco could see what Pensieve-Potter obviously didn’t; Pensieve-Draco was disappointed. “Nothing at all?”

Getting up, Pensieve-Potter slammed down his books on the desk nearest to him.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I used to smell… something. So you can save your taunts about-”

“What is that?” Pensieve-Draco suddenly asked. Potter had been draping his Gryffindor scarf around his neck but had halted at the Slytherin’s outburst. The real Draco watched closely as his past self stretched out a hand and examined the scarf.

“What is it now?” Pensieve-Potter said, sounding irritated but also slightly nervous. “It’s my scarf.”

Pensieve-Draco slowly shook his head as he drew out his wand.

“No, something is off.” He pointed his wand at the scarf and before Potter could protest or interfere, he had mumbled, “Revelio.”

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Unexpected

I saw some people talking about the “Stiles comes back from college hot” trope, and it reminded me that I needed to make a seperate post for this fic!

Inspired by this post. (On AO3)


He’d been hoping for a reaction.

If he was being honest, he’d actually been anticipating a reaction.

While he’d been away at school, he’d started meeting people and making new friends. Some of those friends had turned out to be fitness guys, who loved running and working out. Stiles had ended up accompanying them on numerous gym trips, until eventually he liked it enough to just go, with or without them. He’d liked the feeling of being stronger, being able to trust his body to do what he wanted.

He’d become more confident with his looks, and started accepting invitations to parties. He’d started buying better-fitting clothes to show off his physique, and felt incredibly flattered when he was flirted with often. He’d kissed a lot of people, talked to a lot more, learned as much as he could, and even hooked up a few times.

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Phone Number? [Shin Wonho] M

Bartender!Wonho

2.8k words

Warnings:

~ Mature

~ Daddy kink (slight)


It all started late at night. You had just lost your job to the boss’s daughter and your best friend to his girlfriend, so you stopped by a bar to lose yourself. You decided you deserved to be treated though, so you went to the most expensive bar in Gangnam, with topshelf liquor. You weren’t entirely sure if even Patrón was going to be enough for you tonight. You could handle losing your job, but Kihyun had been your life for years. Your feelings for him slowly built until they were shattered by his girlfriend two years ago. You vowed to never let him know about your feelings because of how happy he was with her. It was so beautiful to see him smiling all the time, even if it wasn’t because of you.

You found yourself walking into the classy building, surprisingly vacant of customers. The bar had comfy looking chairs lining it, and the tables surrounding the area had chairs made of mahogany. The entire place had a sexy aura to it, arousing an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You sat yourself at the bar and let your hair down, eliciting a glance from the previously busy bartender.

“Can I get a pineapple cocktail, two shots of Silver Patrón?” You asked the him and he nodded his head.

“That’s a lot of Patrón for a little lady like you, something bad happen?” His lips formed ugly little words in a beautiful way. You noticed, upon studying him a bit, that he looked simply delectable. His broad shoulders had his black button-up pulled taut, and it seemed as though his arms were going to burst out of the rolled up sleeves any minute. He sported black hair with subtle blue highlights, and it was slicked back in a way that made me want to run my hands through it and mess it up.

“Heh, you okay ma’am?” His lips pulled into a knowing smirk, “You’re about to start drooling.”

“Huh?” I snapped out of my trance and something came over me, a feeling of pure desire. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine, I just don’t run into bartenders this sexy very often,” I said as my voice became as sultry as ever.

“Well today’s your lucky day then, I’m here all night,” He said with an indistinguishable look in his eyes.

His smirk was playing games with your sanity, making you think things you hadn’t had time to think of before. There was something wild about him. Something more than a man who cleaned glasses and made drinks for a living.

“I guess I came to the right place then, Lord knows I need something good today.”

“Oh, well back to my previous question, something wrong?” He handed you your drink with a coaster under it and leaned on the bar in front of you, bringing him to eye level.

You thought about your day and decided to tell him what happened, why the hell not?

“Eh, it’s really nothing much, but I lost my job to the boss’s daughter,” you sipped on your cocktail and relished in the burning of the tequila on your throat before continuing, “and my best friend was given an ultimatum by his girlfriend to choose between us. He chose her.”

“Tough luck,” his features showed sympathy, “but at least you’ve got the sexiest bartender in Korea to listen to you.”

“Hah!” You chuckled, “I guess you’re right.”

When he heard your response he stood straight up with his brows furrowed, “You guess? Have you seen me?”

Devious little thoughts crossed your mind, little things to say to him, but you chose the one that would give you the most benefit.

“Well of course I have, but there are improvements that could be made,” You said while biting your lip.

“Oh yeah? Like what?” He leaned in closer to you and you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“Well, you look like a bit of a prude with your shirt buttoned all the way up,” You took your hand to his collar and started playing with the buttons, “maybe if you did this it would look a little better?” You said as your fingers undid the first button on his shirt. “Hm, one or two more maybe?” Your fingers were working on their own now, undoing the next two buttons to reveal a peek of his chest.

“Well, I’m sure you’re right, I must look even sexier like this.” His low voice seemed to turn a little bit husky as your hand brushed his chest on its way down to the table top.

The flirting seemed to continue forever and you had consumed three drinks by the time the bar was supposed to be closing.

“Hey, mind if I ask your name, bartender?” Your mind was fuzzy but your speech wasn’t slurred yet and you felt fine to stand and lean over the bar.

“It’s Hoseok, you?” He leaned close to you and you just wanted to thread your fingers through his hair and pull him even closer until your lips were crashing into each other.

“I’m Y/N, and I’m also drunk and need a ride home. Are you willing?” You let your hand rest on his bicep and traced ghost circles.

The look that crossed his face could only be described as hunger, and something inside you loved that you had evoked it.

“Yeah, I can give you a ride home, as long as you give me your number,” He bit his lip and stood up.

“Deal, give me a pen and a napkin,” You felt yourself getting excited for the rest of the night, even though there were no plans you had a feeling something would happen.

Hoseok turned around to grab a pen, but the alcohol hit you all at once and you felt your vision blurring and knees buckling, until everything suddenly went black. So much for letting loose tonight.

 

When you came to, you found yourself in bed with ten pillows and a blanket wrapped firmly around you. You sat up and realized it was a bad idea once the sun’s rays hit your eyes from the window.

“I don’t remember having that window… What happened to my house?” You thought to yourself with squinted eyes as you rose out of bed to find your clothes on the floor next to the nightstand. Panic overwhelmed you and you looked down at yourself to find you still had your underwear on at least.

Your eyes, more alert now, scanned the room, looking for clues. There was nothing until you saw a lump in the bed next to where you were sleeping.

“My mother… she would be so disappointed in me…” You thought as you hit your head.

Your thoughts jumbled into one big mess and you crawled onto the bed to peek under the covers at the lump. You saw a head of beautifully messy black hair, followed by a toned back and a nice ass in black boxers.

“Oh my God!” You shouted and fell off the bed with a huge thud that hurt your tailbone.

The man jumped out of bed with the laziest look of fear on his face, “Huh? Oh shit, are you okay?”

“I, uh, I don’t know. Most prominently my ass hurts, followed by my head, but that’s not the point!” You searched your head for memories from yesterday and remembered a few things. Things like being thrown away by work, your best friend, and then going to the bar and meeting one sexy bartender.

“Well get back on the bed,” He said as he held his hand out to you. You took it and took the chance to study his face, but low and behold there wasn’t much to study. You had studied him very well last night while you were drinking.

A blush powdered your cheeks as you said thanks and covered your scantily clad body, “Uh, thanks.”

“Do you remember last night?” He looked at you while running a hand through his hair and you noticed all the veins in his arm were popping.

“Uhm, yes, and I’m sorry, I’m not usually so straightforward. Did we do anything once we got here?”

“Heh,” he laughed, “no, you were mumbling about how horrible your day had been and how it was such a blessing you met me, then you K.O’ed. I had to undress you myself.” Hoseok smirked. “Nice tattoo by the way.” He was referring to the lacy design you had gotten under your boobs and on your abdomen.

“Oh, uh thanks, I got it to feel sexier. Guess it worked last night, huh?” I giggled nervously and lowered my head.

“Hey, you don’t need a tattoo to feel sexy, you’re the sexiest women I’ve seen.” He lifted your chin to look you in the eye. “Though, the tattoo does certainly add to it.”

You could feel heat spreading everywhere throughout your body, something new. You liked this feeling, feeling sexy. Hoseok aroused this new feeling in you, and damn it you just wanted him to put you on your knees.

His hand that had been on your chin worked it’s way around to the back of your head where he took a handful of your hair and pulled you closer.

“Do you mind? If I give myself what I’ve been waiting for all night?” His voice seemed even lower now, becoming a growl.

Something inside you took over and you straddled his lap, taking fistfuls of his hair and you brought yourself even closer to him. So close that your lips brushed his when you said, “Take me.”

His other arm wrapped around your waist the second you said it and pulled you so close that your bodies became one. His lips crashed into your’s furiously, as though he wanted to take your mouth for his own. Beneath you, you could feel him growing harder and you decided to take advantage of it by rocking your hips just slightly to cause him to moan.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re mine,” He snarled into your ear before flipping you on your back and climbing over your body. “I’m going to make you shake, so you just lay there and take what I give you. Understand babygirl?”

“Y-yes,” Nothing much had even happened and you were already this breathless.

He lowered his head to your neck and started nipping his way to your collarbone before going back up to kiss the sensitive areas better. He had you writhing in anticipation already, wanting more friction on every part of you. Hoseok snaked his arm around your back and unclasped your bra, sliding it down your arms and tossing it somewhere unknown while taking your peak into his mouth, working wonders with just his tongue. He took your other nipple and toyed with it until your hands threaded into his hair and your back arched. You were aching for more and the moans leaving your moths weren’t enough to tell him that.

“What is it princess, what do you want?” He smirked at you while letting his hands caress your sides and latch onto your hips.

“I-,” you knew what you wanted but your words were failing you. You had to find some way to tell him, so you grabbed one of his hands and started sucking on two of his fingers, eliciting a few guttural groans from his lips.

“I want more,” You said once you gained some control back.

“Hm, more…” He smirked that smirk you knew so well by now. “Well how much more?” He slid your panties to the side and just barely brushed your clit. “This much? Or this much?” Hoseok whispered into your ear as he shoved his fingers inside you and pumped relentlessly. You didn’t think your back could rise off the bed anymore, but it did and at that angle he was hitting all the right places.

“Or this much more?” He snarled as he slid down your body and found himself in between your legs in a mere instant. He pulled off your panties in one swift movement before diving right in and eating you like dessert. He took your clit into his mouth and made little figure eights with his tongue to make you moan his name. Finally, he added his fingers into the mix, entering you again just as strong as before. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening and your moans grew louder before you started shaking. You had never been this sensitive before and no one had ever gotten you to such a high peak.

Hoseok finished you off by sucking on your clit and yet again increasing the speed of his fingers to a blinding pace. You lost all control of your body and started shaking as you screamed his name. He slowed down just a little to let you ride out this new level of heaven before bringing you back down to him by crawling back up your body and nibbling on your ear.

“See princess, I told you I’d make you shake,” Hoseok whispered to you before kissing you softly. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you panted, “yes I’m okay, please give me more… Daddy,” You looked to him with your eyes half closed, looking you see what he thought but you couldn’t see him for long before he crushed your lips with his. You got remnant tastes of yourself once you opened your mouths and allowed your tongues to dance together.

“You’re learning well babygirl, I’ll give you what you want,” He was panting as he slid off his boxers to reveal his throbbing cock, and you couldn’t believe how big he was. You had been with decently sized guys but he looked the biggest.

Hoseok positioned himself in between your legs, guiding his tip in before slowly going all the way to the hilt. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and let out obscenities before composing himself. The way he looked you in the eye to see if you were okay only made you want more. You could feel him inside you and you loved it but you wanted to know how good he felt slamming into you as fast as he could.

Hoseok started kissing you softly and thrusting in and out, picking up speed as he went. He made you feel like you weren’t on this planet anymore, you only knew of pleasure when you were with him.

“Fuck princess, you’re so tight,” His voice was getting louder by the second, and then he stopped. “Are you okay with doggy style?”

“Mhm,” You nodded, letting yourself be flipped over and put on your hands and knees in one fell swoop. Then he entered you again, from behind this time and he reached new places, places that had you screaming his name over and over.

“Please, harder Daddy, I’m almost there…” You moaned as he took a handful of your hair and pulled your head back.

“Fuck, more? Are you going to be okay?”

“Yes, yes, please fuck me harder,” You were both out of breath but Hoseok picked up speed and for the second time you started shaking. Your arms collapsed and you rode out this feeling of pure ecstasy while Hoseok took time to reach his high.

“Damn babygirl, can I cum inside?” He asked as he gripped your hips even harder and slammed into you a few last times while you nodded. He pumped one last time before spilling himself inside you.

You both fell to the bed and tried to catch your breath and wrap your minds around what just happened.

“Oh my God,” You panted, your mind thoroughly blown.

“Holy shit,” Hoseok muttered, wiping off his forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Do you know how many times you’ve asked me that? I’m fine, better than fine, I’m amazing.”

“Well I know I can be too much for some girls so, I don’t know, I guess it’s become habit.”

“Well that was fantastic, I’ve never been with anyone like you.”

“Same goes for you, shit that was good.” He looked at you while biting his lip. “You know, you still owe me your phone number.”

A puzzled look crossed your face, “But we fucked? It’s a one night stand, am I wrong?”

“Yeah, you are, I don’t do one night stands.” He looked at you softly, “Though next time we meet I’d like to take you out for dinner and get to know more about you as a person?” Hoseok blushed a little sheepishly.

“Oh uh, yeah, o-of course!” You smiled as you laid your head on his shoulder, “Mind if we nap though? I’m exhausted.”

“I think that’s a good idea,” He said as he pulled you into his arms and drifted off slowly.

Family photo - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Family photo

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Imagine Bill seeing you interact with little Jackson on set and realizing he wants to have kids with you. A couple months later you start working on a movie with the little boy, who plays your son, and things change for the best for you and Bill.

Read Part 1 - Natural, here!

“Rough night?” the make up artist asked you, no wonder she saw the frown that seemed to be permanently set on your face ever since you walked into the trailer.

“More like a very rough morning.” you mumbled, easing back in your chair as she worked on getting your makeup done before filming started. But with all the nausea and morning sickness you’ve been having these days, and even this morning, you didn’t know how you’d be able to cope with it.

“Oh alright then-” she giggled “You two love-birds have taken this seriously huh?”

“Wh-what?” you raised an eyebrow and she smirked at you but shrugged.

“Having a kid I mean.” she chuckled motioning with her head to the mirror in front of you and without a second thought you actually looked at your reflection, studying with narrowed eyes to spot something that could-

“Oh” you breathed out, a shy smile forming on your lips when you saw the marks on your neck from, in fact a quite rough night. But that’s what usually happens when you and Bill are apart for more than a three weeks.

“Yeah” you laughed sheepishly, shrugging “I just guess… we missed each other a lot.” you shrugged, the smile now replacing the thin line you had your lips pursed in.

“Is it only that?” she raised an eyebrow “I know you were trying for a kid a little while back then so I guessed it would be that.”

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Just Ask - Part 2

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: Wow, I’m literally overwhelmed with the amount of positive response I got for the fist chapter, thank you guys so much for commenting/liking/reblogging!

Thank you @nathalieruaudel for letting me use you as the best friend, I love you

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Nobody Needs to Know || Pt. 4

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: @imissmystery “Heyyyy I totally fell in love with “Nobody Needs To Know” and I was wondering if you maybe could do a part 4 to it with the prompt “You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!” but like Archie or one of the girls say that to Jughead referring to how he rejected the reader??? Sorry if I’m being annoying haha I just cried so much reading this story I need to have a new chapter…”

Prompts:
#76 “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”
#4 "You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did!“

Warnings: I think there’s more than once swear this time

A/N: the penultimate part of NNtK. Also the last part is a bit wordy, I apologize, but the last part will have all of the resolution!

My requests are always open!

Tag List: @captainsuperfangirl, @kitschkylo, @imperfectanatomy, @latenightbooknerd, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless, @markedbymymistakes, @1amluke, @piecestothepuzzles, @lostinpercyseyes, @littleecuppycake95, @esteettinenebola, @betty-coopers-number-one-stan, @emma-clmb


You didn’t come home until late last night. You knew obsessively checking your phone would do nothing to help your fragile emotions, and Pop’s wasn’t exactly an option. Instead, you walked around town until the wee hours of the night, never stopping for too long in any one place, which means that Sunday is a beautiful day of rest for your weary legs.

And still, Jughead hasn’t called. The rest of the group has texted you, and someone must have filled Kevin in because your correspondence with him thus far has been texts about how stupid Jug is being and about the level of mediocrity he reaches while you are far out of his league, anyway.

You’re not inclined to agree, but the sentiment is the same.

Once 11 am rolls around, you schlep yourself into the kitchen for a bagel and orange juice. It’s no breakfast burger at Pop’s, but it’ll do.

By the time you’ve finished, you decide to just talk to Jug first. Make the first move, and maybe he’ll come around.


“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?”

Jughead slams his locker closed Monday morning as he finally acknowledges you. “And you know me not answering means I probably can’t talk, right?” He shoots back, but there is a playfulness you can see in his eyes. This is good, you can work with this.

“Walk me to class?”

As the two of you head down the hallway, you ease into a comfortable silence. But silence is all you’ve had this weekend, and you’re not about to let it continue.

“Listen, Jug. I miss you. You’re my best friend. Please, can we just do this again?” You gesture between you and Jughead, indicating the natural way it felt to be walking with each other. “I don’t see why, if I can put aside my feelings, we can’t just continue on as if nothing went wrong.”

You see his face drop a bit as you say that, and you hope you haven’t said the wrong thing again. But before you can express that concern, he perks up slightly. 

“That would be… Good, I think. We can pick up from where we left off?”

And, although it still hurt to know he didn’t feel the same, you agree.


Everyone meets at Pop’s after school, the usual routine, but you see the confusion on Betty, Kevin, and Archie’s face as they walk in to see Jughead at the booth. You hadn’t yet had the time to tell them your conversation with Jug.

“Hey, guys,” you greet as they get to the booth. Archie slides in next to Jug and Betty and Kevin fall in next to you. Avoiding the obvious and trying to not bring any more awkwardness, you ask, “Where’s Veronica?”

“She’ll be in right after us,” Betty answers, smiling tentatively at Jughead to acknowledge him before turning back to you. “She said she was going to check in with her mom befo-”

The door to Pop’s swings open and V walks in, smiling softly at the group until her eyes fall onto Jug. She speeds up her walk to the booth, stalking over angrily.

She moves her arm past Archie to grab at the soft collar of Jughead’s shirt. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Archie, alarmed, pushes her back a bit and she lets go of Jug. Also angry now, but more indignant than raging, Jughead jumps over the back of the booth the confront her. “Whoa, V, what was that for?”

You get up, hoping to explain that everything was fine, but Jughead pushes you slightly to the side as Veronica gets a hard look in her eye, her jaw setting in a hard line. “Don’t push her to the side, you’ve done that enough! You don’t get to touch her! Not anymore. Not after what you did! She deserves better than someone who breaks his best friend’s heart and then shuts her out just because he’s a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings!”

You look between your friends, more confused than ever about her strong reaction and the sudden bashful look on your beanied best friend. “V, what are you going on about? Jug and I talked, it’s okay. Everything is back to normal.”

The three still seated have also stood up by now, painting a very unusual picture as the group stands around the booth without actually sitting in it.

Betty softly grabs at Veronica’s arm, looking at the other staring patrons of Pop’s. “C’mon, V, we’re making a commotion. Let’s just get out of here, go somewhere more private, and all of us can have a conversation.” Betty pointedly looks at your face, crumpled in concentration as you try to understand the situation. Ronnie softens, placing her own hand onto Betty’s and giving you an apologetic look.

“Fine,” she concedes, sighing. “We’ll go to my house. My mom said she’s on her way here to start her shift, anyway.”

The others agree, and although you are still utterly lost you allow Kevin to escort you out of the diner behind B and V, Jughead and Archie trailing behind.


The walk to Ronnie’s house had been awkward to say the least, with you trying to alleviate the tension.

Once inside of the house and settled in the living room, you are about ready to burst with curiosity. However, no one seems inclined to start the conversation, with all of you sat in a circle waiting for the first word from anyone.

You take it upon yourself once again. “So, would anyone like to explain exactly what went on at Pop’s?” You ask innocently.

Jughead sighs. “Well, yesterday, I get a call from Veronica. I thought that it was about the two of us, and so I didn’t answer. Next thing I know, Veronica is outside of my house screaming bloody murder and-”

“Oh, as if you didn’t deserve it,” Veronica interjects from where she sits leaning against Betty, arms crossed. “And don’t pretend that’s the start of the story.” She turns towards you now, arms uncrossing in favor of playing with the hem of her sleeve. “After we all split on Saturday morning, Betty and I took a shower and about an hour after Jughead called us. Not the other way around. We answered, wanting to know how he felt about the big blow-out.”

“Yeah,” Betty chimes in. “We didn’t blame him exactly, not after the conversation we had with you that night. We knew it would have been hard for him to hurt you that way, too, and we all know you can’t force feelings.”

“And we figured he could use a friend. Not as much as you needed us, but still. So when he asked us to come over, Betty and I went to his house. Then he started talking to us about how he felt really bad, and that he just wanted to know if you were okay but that he didn’t want to ask you himself because he didn’t want to mess with your emotions.” Veronica glares at Jughead with the last statement, and you wait for her to continue but she doesn’t.

“Okay, but I still don’t see the problem here?”

Archie reluctantly cuts in, sitting up slightly as he cracked his back. “Well, then I get a call from Veronica as she leaves, telling me that I needed to talk to Jughead because he was acting suspicious. So I headed over after practice, hoping it wouldn’t take to long because, uh, well honestly I feel like I shouldn’t be in the middle of a lonely Jug feeling feelings for the first time.”

“Meanwhile,” Kevin interjects, “I get a surprise visit from B and V and they explain what had gone down the day before. Geez, I go to the next town over once and I miss your declaration of love!” You give shoot an apologetic look to Jughead, but he shakes his head. “So then I text you, but don’t get a reply until the next morning.”

“Wait, what happened at Jug’s house though?” you inquire. This tale gets more confusing, and V’s rage still makes absolutely no sense.

Archie continues. “I go over to Jug and, well, he tells me how he’s feeling and then I tell V because honestly it’s pretty messed up to hurt you like that?”

“Actually, you only told her when we said that she hadn’t answered Kevin’s texts yet,” Betty reminds him.

“And once she knew, she went ballistic, tried calling him first to no answer and so she goes and bangs on his door,” Kevin picks up the story seamlessly. “And that’s what he was referring to by her ‘screaming bloody murder’,” he finishes off with finger quotes.

Jughead, finally annoyed at being talked over, goes back to the story he started. “Yeah, so she’s yelling for all of holy hell to hear and comes in telling me I have no right to talk to you after what I did, which made no difference because we already weren’t talking.” He looks into your eyes, and you hate the little flutter you still feel there despite it being unreciprocated. “But it turns out that Archie,” he throws a glare the red-head’s way, “has no code of honor whatsoever and told her everything I confessed the previous night.”

You start to put it together. All of the phrases they’d been using, ‘everything I confessed’, ‘tells me how he’s feeling’, ‘a loner that doesn’t want to confront his feelings’.

You look at Jughead, and although you can hear Veronica once again getting angry on your behalf, you can’t distinguish between the words. Your focus is Jug.

“You like me,” you whisper, and you see him still. The others stop their conversation.

“Oh,” Kevin says, “I thought we mentioned that part. Had we not gotten there yet?”

Everyone is silent once more. “Y-You like me, Jughead.” It’s not a question. It’s not even a statement. It’s an accusation, and everyone knows it.

Long Distance (Chapter Five)

I love this chapter! Our boys are the cutest! Can’t wait to hear what you guys think!

ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

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{Group Text}

From Steve– good morning honey. My last class gets out at 345 today, and Bucky has to be at practice at 5, so we will have about 45 minutes free when we can all talk. Does that work?

From Tony–sounds perfect. Are we just group texting now?

From Bucky–yep. I’m tired of being  left out of your conversations. I need to be included in everything from now on.

From Tony– is Bucky the needy one? I am usually the needy one in a relationship, this will be new for me.

From Bucky–aw you can be needy all you want, sweet thing. We will take care of you

From Steve– yes, Bucky is definitely the needy one.

From Bucky– I feel like that’s enough from the blonde. Don’t you have a class on play-doh to teach

From Tony– daaaaaaamn. Bucky with the snark.

From Steve– I do have a class, we both have full days. Can’t wait to talk this afternoon, honey.

From Bucky– yeah really. So excited to see you Tony

From Tony– have a good day, guys.

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Spit It Out!

Summary: John tries to make Sherlock accept that he likes you. Will he do it?

Request: 

Can u do a Sherlock one shot were everybody keeps saying Sherlock and the reader are meant to be and one day he gets so annoyed he randomly snogs the reader and admits his feeling just so everyone would stop? - @thefandomfairy567

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Title: ‘Spit It Out!’

Content: Fluff

Warning: Lines from “The Hounds of Baskerville” / Mild swearing

Word count: 1.658

A/N: Tried to keep Sherlock’s essence the best I could. I always try to base the one shots on the childish and ‘arrogant’ detective that we all know. Hope you enjoy it!

*gif not mine

Masterlist // Requests // Prompts


It was half past ten in the morning, and the flat was silent. Sherlock and the army doctor were sitting on their armchairs.

As John turned the page of the newspaper he was reading, Sherlock heavily sighed. “Problem?” He inquired without turning his gaze to the detective.

Sherlock leaped over the back of his armchair from behind it, and then perched on the seat as he wrapped his arms around his knees. “I’m running out of patience, John,” he said and the doctor glanced at him. “Oh, John. I envy you so much,” he continued as he sighed.

John slammed the newspaper down, turned his gaze up to Sherlock and frowned. “You envy me?”

“Your mind: it’s so placid, straightforward, barely used. Mine’s like an engine, racing out of control; a rocket tearing itself to pieces trapped on the launch pad,” he replied but his friend was still confused. “I need a case!” He shouted frantically.

Before the sociopath could shout again at him, John equally loudly yelled. “You’ve just solved one! By harpooning a dead pig, apparently!”

“That was boring!” He stated. The detective jumped up in the air and landed in seated position. He started drumming the fingers of both hands on the armrests of the armchair while he stomped his feet on the floor. “I need something more challenging.”

John stared at Sherlock as he took his mobile phone and handed out it to him. “Call her.”

Sherlock peeked at the phone quickly. “Sorry, what?” he inquired.

“I said: ‘Call her’.”

“Why would I do that?” he frowned.

The doctor sighed, looked away for a second and then returned to the detective to resume the talk. “Because she, unlike me, is the only one who doesn’t keep you bored,” he stated. Sherlock rolled his eyes, stood up and headed to the kitchen. “Sherlock…” he said as he put the telephone back in his pocket. “You know,” John, looked over his shoulder to check out if Sherlock was really listening to his words. “You both…uhm…” the detective glanced at him before putting the kettle on. “…you both seem to get on well,” he commented hoping a reply coming from Sherlock’s mouth. He yearned and stood up on his feet. “In my defence, I told you.”

Sherlock turned his gaze away from the kettle to look at the doctor. “Defence?” He said perplexed.

“I’m warning you, Sherlock,” he assured and then he heaved a sigh. “Look, I know you always say you’re married to your job,” he paused to roll his eyes. “And I know that you’ll deny this but it seems that you want this to go further.”

The sociopath was about to fill his cup with tea but as he heard those words it fell to the floor and broke into pieces. John looked down to the floor and then went back to the detective with a ‘what was that?’ look in his face. Sherlock froze for a couple of seconds but as he saw his friend looking at him he reacted. “I-I-I don’t…I really don’t know what you’re talking about, John. If you’re going to make deductions, please make sure that what you’re saying it’s true otherwise…” he glanced at the broken cup. “…things like this can happen.”

Sherlock tried to look as if he didn’t understand the fuss as John walked closer to him, scowling. “You dickhead.“ he stated. "You’re such a dickhead! You’ve definitely fallen for her and all this time you’ve been trying to hide it from us.”

Sherlock glowered at John for a moment. He was wondering whether answer to him or let him continue.

“Come on, spit it out! You are in love with her!” Sherlock rolled his eyes in exasperation once more, tried to say something but retracted. “Oh, bloody hell! You moron!” He shook his head.

"For God’s sake! I have explained to you many times before, romantic entanglement is nonsense, John. It’s nonsense,” he defended himself unable to accept it.

Sherlock Holmes could be the coldest, feeling less, arrogant or strange person in the whole nation, but he definitely had some interest in you. He liked spending time with you, there was no doubt about it and John knew it. Actually, everyone knew it; even Mycroft. Since he met you, you were inseparable. The detective loved going to crime scenes with you or talking about the possible reason why the victim was murdered, though it was not your forte. You were a loyal friend, always there for him. You were like a female version of John.

“You know what?” he looked at Sherlock disappointed. “You might not be capable to admit it but that doesn’t mean that there…,” he pointed to Sherlock’s heart. “…there is a heart and I bet you, Sherlock, that it beats for her,” he said firmly, emphasising each word. Sherlock lowered gradually his head as John moving away from the kitchen. Sherlock thought he finally got rid of him but no, John stopped and turned around to him. “I saw you Sherlock. You’ve been texting her more than once, adding the fact that you smile every time she texts you back. So, let me tell you, Sherlock. Just let me tell you that if you don’t tell her that you feel something for her, she’ll be gone and trust me, Sherlock, there’s no second chance.”

The detective had a sad face by then as he realized that he did. He loved you. He didn’t have words to answer to that true statement. John was right, he felt something for you but he was afraid to tell you. Who would say it? Sherlock Holmes was in love, though it was hard to believe.

“So, you are not to give me a damn clever answer?” He inquired but Sherlock didn’t moved at all since he was processing his state. He was not a machine anymore, well, he had never been a machine but he was close to be one. He was a man who had a crush on one of his best friends. “No answer, then. Great!”

“John…” he finally opened his mouth. “I-I…” he was interrupted when he heard someone open the door. They both thought it was Mrs. Hudson until they heard your voice.

“Hello?” You said as you looked around the living room. “Sherlock?”

“She’s here,” John muttered as he smiled in amusement since Sherlock blanched.

The doctor walked to the living room to greet you but Sherlock didn’t leave his place. Instead, he put his tea cup on the table and then reflexed about the words John has just said. Sherlock was not planning to tell you about his feelings for you at all. But the idea of being in love with you and not having you by his side was killing him.

Sherlock took a deep breath and headed to the living room with no expression on his face. “Hello,” he said without looking at you as he sat down on his armchair and took his violin.

“Hey! How are you? How’s the case?” You asked him since you haven’t seen him for five days. “Mary told me you were both busy with the new case.”

“It’s already solved,” he quickly said and began playing with the bow as he thought.

“Oh, good,” you muttered. “So…there’s no case?” you asked but Sherlock did not answer.

“Uhm..yeah, there’s no case,” John answered in Sherlock’s place as he glanced disappointedly at him. “Mary? I mean, she was with you, wasn’t she?” He tried to change the subject so you would not feel as uncomfortable as he was.

“Oh, yes. She’s downstairs,” you said as you finger pointed to the staircase. “Mrs. Hudson wanted to talk with her,” you added as Sherlock looked at you for a second, though you didn’t notice. “Hey, you did not text me back yesterday,” you randomly said to Sherlock. John looked surprised. “I find it odd coming from you. You always do,” you commented.

“I was busy,” he lied.

“Sherlock, if I’m not wrong you were watching the telly. Am I wrong?” John asked knowing that he was lying.

“I don’t watch telly. Why would I be watching the telly?” he turned his gaze up to you both and frowned. “I was doing my daily research,” he stammered nervously and then put away the violin so he could stand up on his feet and stretch his jacket.

“Well, according to Mrs. Hudson you’ve been watching,” John nodded trying to make his friend tell the truth. Why didn’t he tell you the truth? Why didn’t he text you back? Sherlock rolled his eyes. “No, seriously. What have you been doing yesterday, Sherlock?”

“I told you that was doing my research!” He answered loudly as he gestured.

“No. You were not,” the doctor said firmly as he pointed at him.

“Oh, for God’s sake!” He exclaimed exasperated as he marched over to you, took your head in his hands and kissed you deeply for a couple of seconds – or a minute, to be fair. You reached up to hold his head.

John folded his arms, looked down to his feet and smirked.

When he released you, you looked at him right into the eye unable to understand what had just happened. Sherlock’s face was pale and his eyes were jumping up and down. He pulled back as he mumbled, though nobody could understand him. His hands were sweating and his heart beating fast as a train out of control.

Mary, who came in just when you snogged, couldn’t resist but to ask what happened. “Wow! What did I miss?”

Sherlock, not knowing how to react, looked at the three of you and then back to John. “Happy?!” He asked John.

Instead of replying to his friend, with his arms folded he put his palm on his face and chuckled. The detective glared at him and heaved a sigh. Meanwhile, you glanced at Mary, who shrugged and grinned to you.


THE DRESS THAT STARTED IT ALL...

Story Time!!

This dress is the dress that started it all for my obsession with buying and wearing dresses!

It was 2014, and I fell in love with this dress at Torrid, a size 3. I had always wanted a polk-a-dot dress and I decided (after visiting the store a second time because the first time I thought meh I can’t pull this off) to buy it.

I ended up wearing to a the Thanksgiving meal I went to that year as my show off dress. I felt amazing!!

Well, by 2015 this dress was getting to be too big on me and OH NO merely because I loved this dress and they didn’t sell it in the store anymore.

So, I took to e-bay and bought the dress in a size 1….i figured i’d work to fit into it. BOOM I had my beloved dress once more.

Thinking ahead this time I went back to the same ebay seller and bought the last size down, a 0.

Well yesterday (2017) I went to put on my dress, and HOLY COW the was falling out of it. It’s been a few months since I had worn it, but jeebus!

So, who guess who finally got to break out the last and final dress! (I did wear it once this year earlier, but it was too tight all day and I stuck back in the closet, but yesterday it felt perfect on me)

Anyways, that is the story of my favorite dress! And when this one day become to big on me, I will get it resized. This dress shall live on forever! LoL

O Helga Natt, yousana style (for tomorrow’s clip)

Hey!

So here I am again with this fic that it’s going to be based on what I’d like to see tomorrow (final clip of 4x09) between Yousana + all the squads scheming together to get those two to talk

I really hope you enjoy it and that it’s not confusing with all the conversations.

———————–x—————————

Have the world’s best summer”

He read it over and over again trying to make sense of what had happened.

For a moment he thought that Sana was finally giving him a chance, he had been over the moon for 5 minutes, the time that it took for her to answer to his text saying that she couldn’t meet him and that she wished he had a nice summer, the world’s best summer, well guess what, he wasn’t.

He looked down at his phone and noticed he had one more notification, a missed call from Noora. Why would Noora called him? He was about to find out.

“Hello?” Noora said

“Hi, Noora? I have a missed call from you?”

“Oh, yes, it’s true. I called you yesterday”

“What for?” Yousef asked

“Uh…well actually it’s because you weren’t answering Sana’s text. I know it sounds stupid but I was worried”

“I left my phone at work and I haven’t got it until now” Yousef explained

“That makes sense.” Noora said “So, did you text Sana back?”

“Yes”

“And when are you meeting?”

“Apparently never” he said bitterly

“Huh?”

“I asked her if we could meet on Friday and she said that she can’t this week and that she wishes I have a nice summer”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“I wish”

“Ah, I can’t believe this girl!” Noora said exasperated

“It’s okay Noora, she’s just not interested in me. I get it”

“No Yousef, you don’t get it. Look, I shouldn’t tell you this but she was really excited to meet you, she…she likes you Yousef and if she’s cancelled your date it’s because something must’ve happened”

“What do you mean she likes me? She doesn’t”

“She does and I’m going to find out what is going on”

“Wait! What should I do? Should I text her? Should I go to see her?”

“No, she clearly needs space. I’ll fix it, we’ll fix it”

“We?”

“I’ll find help, you just…keep on with your life like nothing happened”

“Noora, you just told me that the girl I’m in love with likes me back, you can’t expect me to act like nothing happened”

“For this plan to work you’ll have to”

“What plan?”

“Bye Yousef”

“Noora! What plan?” he said but she had already hanged up the phone.

Yousef sighed and sat down on the bed.

“She likes me” he whispered to himself with a goofy smile “she likes me”

—-x—-


“Pick up, pick up, pick up” Noora said pacing around her room nervously

“Hello?”

“Elias? Hi it’s Noora, Sana’s friend”

“Uh…hi?”

“I know this is weird but I need to talk with you”

“How did you get my number?”

“Vilde”

“Okay…what do you want to talk about?”

“What do you think about Sana and Yousef?” Noora just asked

“What do you mean?”

“What do you think about Sana and Yousef being together? Are you okay with that?”

“Sana and Yousef? I thought Yousef was with you”

“No! Why everybody keeps thinking that?. There’s nothing between us. He’s in love with your sister and she’s pretty much in love with him too”

“Oh…okay uh…Well, I’ve seen those two pining for each other since they met”

“So, you’re okay with them being together?”

“Yes, yes, I’m totally okay with it”

“Cool, ‘cause I need your help”

“My help with what?” Elias asked confused

“We need to get those two to talk. I have a plan. Are you in?”

“Yes, I’m in but what is the plan?”

“Meet me at my house in two hours and I’ll tell you. Oh! And bring the rest boys, they all need to know. And of course you can’t tell anything to Yousef or Sana”

 —x—

“Okay, everyone’s here right?” Noora said as she stood in the middle of the Kollektiv living room

Vilde, Eva and Chris were sitting on one of the couches while Mikael, Adam and Mutta sat in the other one. Isak and Even were also there both sitting on the floor with Isak between Even’s legs and his back resting against his chest. Eskild and Linn were also sitting on the floor around the table. Finally Elias was standing right beside Noora.

“Why are we here exactly?” Eskild asked

“Well, actually I don’t really need you or Linn but since you also live here I thought you could hang out with us if you wanted” Noora said shrugging

“So I don’t have to be here? I can go to my room?” Linn asked

“Yes, Linn you can”

See ya” Linn said standing up and leaving.

“Eskild?”

“Oh no Noora, I’m staying”

“Okay, so the thing is…we need to talk about Sana and Yousef”

“We need to get those two together and soon before Yousef leaves” Elias added

“So Sana likes Yousef? I mean we all knew Yousef’s been in love with her for years but Sana too?”

“Sana likes him a lot!” Vilde said excited

“She told me” Eskild added

“And me!” Isak said

“Okay so long story short, I got Sana to text Yousef so they could meet but then she backed off and…” Noora started

“I’ve talked to my mom. I asked her if she knew something about Yousef and Sana, I told her how I thought they liked each other and I really thought they should be together. Well, she told me that Sana received Yousef’s message while being with her and that she told Sana that she should think about the difficulties she’d have to face if she married Yousef. So basically?” Elias continued

“She backed off because she’s scared” Noora ended

Everyone in the room looked at them trying to process all the information.

“Are you sure you want to be with William, Noora? I mean you two would make a powerful couple” Eskild said pointing at Noora and Elias

“We’re here to talk about Sana and Yousef, Eskild” Noora said rolling her eyes “Okay so I talked to Yousef and I told him Sana liked him and that I’d fix it so that’s why we’re here, to fix it”

“And how are we going to do that?” Eva asked

“Well, we need to lie to them” Elias said

“On Friday Sana will be with us, we will be driving around with our van” Noora explained

“And us boys, we will be with Yousef and we will take him some place he and my sister apparently went in their first and only sort of date. Sana told Noora about it apparently” Elias said

“Yes, she told me that they had been playing basketball and that they had talked, like really talk, for the first time so I think it’d be nice if we plan their meeting there”

“So we will take Yousef there” Elias explained to the boys “Isak, Even you two can come if you want and also your boys. And the girls…”

“We will drive around with Sana and we will take her there without her knowing” Noora finished

Again everyone just stared at them.

“Yeah, I see what you mean” Mutta told Eskild pointing at Noora and Elias “They definitely make an interesting couple”

“Can we focus?” Elias said clapping his hands

“Have you understood what you have to do?” Noora asked “Any questions?”

Eskild raised his hand slowly

“Yes Eskild?”

“I have a question” he said turning to look at Adam and Mikael who were sitting on the couch “How long have you two been dating?”

“What? what are you talking about?” Adam said removing his arm from Mikael’s shoulder and sitting straight.

“You’ve been holding hands since you arrived” Eskild said

“No, we haven’t” Mikael said

“There’s nothing between us, we’re bros that’s it” Adam added

“Okay…whatever…not pressuring you. Just know that my gaydar never fails” Eskild winked at them

“We’re not together” Mikael said

“We’re not. Come on guys say something” Adam looked around waiting for someone to defend them but they were all awkwardly silent.

Guys?” Mikael asked

Even held back a smirk while Elias looked at the floor and Mutta scratched the back of his neck.

“So, what time should we meet tomorrow?” Mutta asked breaking the silence

“Around 8 will be okay, any more questions?” Noora said

 —x—

“Where are we going? I thought we were going to chill at Adam’s” Yousef said on Friday evening as he walked with the boys

“We were, but we thought that we could go to another cool place instead” Elias said

“What cool place?”

“Well…”

 –x–

“Why are you stopping Chris?” Sana asked as she sat inside their Loser van

“Uh, I think we can rest for awhile here” Chris said

“Where are we?” Sana said trying to look at the windows but Noora Vilde and Eva were blocking her view

“Okay Sana? We need to talk” Noora said

 –x–

“What are we doing here?” Yousef said when he realized where he was “What is this?”

“Yousef man, we need to talk” Elias said “We need to talk about my sister”

“Sana? What about her?”

Well, see that van parked over there?” Elias said pointing behind him “She’s inside”

“What? Why? What is going on?” Yousef said anxiously

–x–

“Sana…look where we are” Eva said moving so she could see

Sana got closer to the window and recognized the place instantly. They were on the basketball court where she and Yousef had had their first and only real conversation.

“But how? Why? What are we doing here?” Sana asked confused

“Yousef is here, Sana” Noora said “And you two need to talk”

“Noora…”

“Just listen to me okay?” she said “Sana that boy, he’s in love with you and you’re in love with him and I know you’re scared because you think that you two can’t be together, I know you think that it’ll be impossible but Sana he’s a good guy, you know that. He would never do anything to hurt you. And look, at the end of the day, this is your decision and we will respect it but you need to at least talk to him and tell him how you feel.”

 –x–

“Yousef I know you’re in love with my sister”

“Elias…I…”

“And she’s in love with you”

“What?”

“She’s in love with you but she’s scared. She thinks that you two can’t be together because you’re not muslim. But you are Yousef, you are the most muslim boy I know, you’re the best guy I know and I wouldn’t want anyone else for my sister. And I know you two can make it work. All you have to do is talk to each other, prove to her that you’re worth it”

 –x–

“Sana, are you really in love with him?” Noora asked

Sana nodded holding back the tears

“So go there and tell him”

 –x–

“Yousef, are you really in love with her?” Elias asked

Yousef nodded closing his eyes

“So go there and tell her”

 –x–

Sana took a deep breath and got out of the van. A few meters from her she saw Yousef standing with Elias and the rest of the boys, but he wasn’t looking at them, he was looking at him.

 –x–

Yousef saw her getting out of the van, his heart skipped a beat and before he could stop himself he started walking towards her, his eyes never leaving hers.

 –x–

She walked towards him and for a moment it was like the rest of the world didn’t exist. It was as if she was walking in slow motion, her eyes never leaving his.

 –x–

They kept walking towards each other until they were only a step away.

“I’m in love with you” both of them said at the same time

They stared at each other’s eyes, trying to process their words.

“I’m sorry” again, they spoke at the same time.

Yousef couldn’t help but chuckle while Sana shook her head smiling. They either didn’t talk at all or they wanted to talk at the same time.

“You first” Yousef nodded

“I’m sorry Yousef, I’m sorry for giving you mixed signals and for being always back and forth with you. I just…I’m in love with you but I’m scared, scared that we won’t work. I thought…I thought that I’d rather lose you now than in a few years” she said as tears were rolling down her face

“But you don’t have to lose me. Sana, I’m in love with you, I’ve been in love with you pretty much since I met you. And I know it’s not going to be easy and that we will have bad moments but I think that the good moments will be totally worth it. Sana I respect you and I respect your faith and I would never ever do anything to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I know you wouldn’t…” She said sniffling

He swallowed hard trying to keep his own tears from falling

“Sana is your choice and I’ll respect it but…don’t you think that a chance of being together is worth the risk?”

“It won’t be easy” she warned him

“I don’t want easy, I want you, just the way you are”

“And you’re leaving tomorrow” she said looking at the floor

“I’m not”

“What?” she looked up at him frowning

“You said you couldn’t meet this week so I postponed the flight a month” he said shrugging

“What? Why would you do that?”

“Don’t you remember? Alt for deg girl”

Sana’s face lit up and her lips curved into a big smile. She took the step that was keeping them apart and wrapped her arms around his neck. He was taken aback for a moment but soon hugged her back.

“Does this mean you’re giving us a chance?” he whispered in her ear

She pulled apart and looked at him with a big smile

“Yes”

“Yeah?” he asked smiling

“Yes” she nodded

“SHE SAID YES!” he shouted using his hands to amplify his voice

Suddenly everyone started to cheer them, on one side the girl squad who had been standing by the van the whole time and were now hugging each other, and on the other side the balloon squad and the boy squad who were clapping their hands and patting each other’s backs excited.

“They’re going to think that you just proposed to me or something” Sana laughed

“I can’t help it. I’m the happiest man alive right now. Are you happy?” he asked grinning at her

“I’m happy” she said smiling right back at him.

——-x——

Prompt:  Hey I don’t know if you’re taking any prompts but I have one based on today’s clip… Noora has had enough of the will they/won’t they with Yousana, and decides to get the girl squad, balloon squad, boy squad/Evak etc to help her FINALLY get yousana together to talk and admit their feelings for each other. Basically everyone scheming to get those kids together.. thank you xx

So this is it!

I hope you’ve liked it!

If Julie screws up tomorrow at least we will always have this

Just imagine that Yousef and Sana walking towards each other was in slow motion okay?

And YES I’m going to hint at Elias x Noora and Mikael x Adam for the rest of my life until they’re canon

Thank you so much for reading!!!

Unsent: Jughead Jones X Reader (Part Five)

Part 5: Date Made

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

A match made in Heaven, the preliminary to another pair’s retribution.

Words: 932

Warnings: I actually don’t think there’s any this time :)

IF I FORGET TO TAG YOU DON’T BE AFRAID TO TELL ME. So I know you already had Part Four tonight, but since this chapter is a bit different in format and kind of a set up, I decided to go ahead and post, enjoy! :) <3 - Juggie xx

After a long, emotional night all you wanted to do was stay home from school, but avoiding your problems wouldn’t make them go away. You felt powerless, and the overwhelming sensation of emptiness in your chest resonated throughout your whole body. It was draining all the energy from you. All this nothingness in your heart, all this nothingness caused from the lack of Jughead. ‘It’s my fault, I pushed him away.’

You wanted him, that’s all. Not even romantically right now, you just wanted to be around him and hear his laugh and feel his eyes on you.

When you got to school that morning you were a bit early, and were immediately approached by Betty at your locker. “Rough night?”

“How’d you know?”

She smiled sadly at you and took a strand of your hair in her hands. “Jughead texted me, said you wouldn’t answer. What’s wrong?”

Veronica was quickly approaching you with urgency etched on her face. You just looked down and whispered to Betty, “Her.”

“(Y/N), I can explain what happened yesterday. I talked to Jughead-”

“Oh I know.” Your blood was boiling and you couldn’t believe she had the audacity to speak to you about him. “I saw very well and you know it.”

Betty interjected, “Let her talk (Y/N).”

Fear coursed within you and you turned to Betty. “You knew?”

“(Y/N)!” Veronica begged, “Just please, listen.” You simply nodded at her, and she sighed before continuing, “The plan was to make you jealous. That part obviously worked, but we didn’t mean to hurt you. Betty and I were hoping it would push you to confessing to Jughead. We thought if you felt I was a threat you would speak up.”

Your voice croaked with the unshed tears, “You know I don’t have the confidence for that Ronnie.”

She put both her hands on your shoulders, “I should’ve known better, you’re right. And I am so sorry, but I have good news.”

Raising an eyebrow you smiled at her, “Really?”

She laughed, wiping the lonely tear that had escaped off your cheek. “Yeah. Jughead confronted me upset about what I did during lunch yesterday, he saw right through Betty and I’s plan.”

Eyes widened in shock you nearly screeched, “He knows I like him? He knows you were trying to make me jealous? Oh God-”

“No! No no no! He knew I wasn’t actually interested.” She slowly removed her hands from you as she looked down and spoke quietly. “He actually thought I was trying to make Betty jealous.”

Betty blushed madly, “Make me jealous? Why would he think that?”

“Well, B, I”, she took a deep breath and looked her crush in the eye. “I really like you Bets. It was confirmed to me yesterday that literally everyone can see it, everyone but you. So you should know, I like you.”

Betty brought Veronica’s face towards her and kissed her softly, you looked back towards your locker feeling very embarrassed like a third wheel. But, you were very happy for your friends. It was so obvious they were head over heels for each other.

When you heard them laughing you knew it was safe to turn around, and you smiled brightly at them. They both looked at you and asked, “Forgiven?”

You giggled, “Yeah.” You all three joined in on a group hug as Jughead and Kevin approached.

“Ooooo, what are we group hugging about?”

You pulled away and answered Kevin, “Betty and Veronica finally admitted their feelings for each other.”

Kevin cheered and hugged them both, “Yes! Join the gays! I’m so happy for you guys!”

You couldn’t help but feel your insecurity wash away as your watched your friends, learning the truth had jump started your body it seemed. But when you turned you were face to face with the person you wanted the most and the least to see.

“(Y/N), can we please talk?”

You could feel the color leave your face and he tensed up. “I don’t know Jug, I just have a lot to sort out.”

“Like what? I want to help you sort it out, I want you to let me be there for you.”

“You can’t help me with this one, I have to do it on my own.”

“But (Y/N), you’ve always let me help you through stuff.”

“I know but this is a 'me’ thing-”

He involuntarily raised his voice, shocking you and causing your friends to leave and give you some privacy. “And I know you really well! Probably as well as you know yourself!”

Your voice wavered. “But this isn’t something I’m ready to give up!”

He gripped your shoulders with his hands and it made you feel so small. “Why don’t you trust me? You know you can trust me!”

“Forsythe!”

Time stopped as you felt the impact of his heart shattering; you could see it in his eyes. Both of you shook and it was understood between the two of you that this 'rough patch’ needed to be addressed. Jughead didn’t like change and that’s all you wanted to do. He took you in his arms and your breath felt trapped in your throat, refusing to be delivered to your lungs. “I’m sorry.”

You wrapped your arms around Jughead and hugged him tightly. Maybe it was time you let it go, not your crush, but the stress of change. “Lets go to Pop’s after school.”

“Thank you.” He squeezed you tighter. You could barely hear what he said next because of how low he spoke. “I love you, y’know.”

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Unknown King - part V

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: Here’s part V and let me tell y’all this is gonna turn into a huge sugar daddy bucky fic. Just be patient. Also please understand that the house is huge! and I am not descriptive at times but I will in future parts!

Word count: 1.5K

Part I Part II Part III Part IV 

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Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

You stuffed your last travel bag into the trunk before slamming it shut. You didn’t get any sleep. You spent the entire night packing your things up and cleaning up around the house. Bucky wasn’t home so you hoped to make a quick escape without him noticing. But you know he’d notice soon. You hated yourself for doing this, leaving this way. Without a single goodbye, but you knew it was for the best.

You took a deep breath and gazed at his house. The sun loomed overhead happily. You wiped your nose and grabbed your keys. Before you could open the car door, Bucky abruptly stopped his Porche in front of your car. He stepped out with a smile on his face, but it quickly faded when he saw your luggage loaded car.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Traveling,” You forced a smile onto your face.

He frowned, “with every single on of your bags?” He closed the car door and walked towards you. “What happened?”

You shook your head and smiled sadly, “I’m traveling to California.”

Bucky crossed his arms, “I went to The Report, they said you packed your things. What happened?”

Your shoulders shuddered as you covered your face with your hands. An overwhelming feeling came over you and you cried silently into your hands. You felt Bucky’s arms wrap around you as he pulled you into a hug. You clung onto his broad frame and cried in his rich smelling shirt.

“I’ve been having money problems,” You admitted. “My savings are gone. I was evicted from my home because the landlord raised the price on rent and I was fired from work.”

“Why’d they fire you?” Bucky asked, he pulled away and looked at you.

You looked away, “Because they wanted me to give them a story about you for the paper. About how you get your money. Cole fired me on the spot when I refused.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Bucky hugged me even tighter. “You pure heart.”

“I couldn’t do it,” You continued. “They only wanted me because I was friends with you.” You shook your head. “I’ve never felt so dirty.”

“You’re not,” Bucky said. “C'mon, you’re staying at my house.”

“What?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll have Ace bring your stuff inside, just park your car in the driveway.”

“I can’t do that, Buck. I could just go home,” You said.

“No, Y/N. Please, let me do this. You’ve been nothing but a good friend and this just tops it all. You got fired because of me. Let me return the favor,” he said. “Plus, it looks like you need some sleep.”

You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you eyes began to glaze over. You reluctantly agreed. You got in his car and he took the short drive over to his home. Bucky led you into the palace and took you to your room. It was a beautiful vast bedroom. Bigger than any room you’d ever had. Bucky told you he’d have your bags in your room in no time. You nodded and kicked your shoes off. Without a second thought, you collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.


You woke up in a room that wasn’t yours. The sun had disappeared, replaced by the lonesome moon and it’s stars. The cream colored walls now looked white from the rays. The sheets under you were soft, so soft. You came to the conclusion that they were the softest thing you’ve ever touched. The blanket that covered you fell off your body when you stood up. The bed under you felt like a marshmallow.

You rolled off the bed and your feet touched a carpet. You walked to the window and was met with a view of the lake that Bucky’s house sat next to. The moon reflected off the infinite pool, making it darker than it actually was. The houses across the lake were brilliantly lit. Residents of East Egg lived lives almost equal to West Eggers. Rich and luxurious lives.

You walked to the door and pulled it open. The mansion was eerily quiet. You used your knowledge from the tour to try to navigate your way down to the first floor. After a few wrong turns, you were able to find the marble staircase. The chandelier was on. Your feet made no sound as you waltzed down the stairs. The racket of pots crashing made your head turn on the direction of the kitchen. You entered the kitchen to find Renaldo and Anthony working around. It smelled as delicious as usual.

“Miss Y/N!” They exclaimed loudly with smiles on their faces.

You smiled, “Hello.”

“Mister Barnes is not here at the moment,” Renaldo said in his thick Italian accent. “But we have prepared you a dish!”

Anthony grabbed a plate from a large oven and placed it on the island. It was fettuccine alfredo. Your mouth watered at the exquisite smell.

“A famous Italian dish,” Renaldo explained and began to cut some bread. He grabbed a small dish and placed two slices on the plate before setting it next to the fettuccine.

You smiled, “This looks amazing!”

“Indeed,” Anthony said. “Go on! Sit, eat.”

You pulled out a chair and sat before indulging in the most divine dish of pasta. Renaldo and Anthony went about their business in the kitchen. Though they occasionally asked you if you wanted more bread or pasta.

After you finished your food, Anthony asked you if you wanted dessert. You declined, explaining that you were much too full. He nodded and took your dish. Bucky walked into the kitchen. He was obviously dressed for business. The chefs greeted him and Bucky smiled. Renaldo and Anthony closed up shop, they thanked Bucky and said their goodbyes to you.

“How long was I asleep?” You asked him.

“Maybe ten hours,” He replied. “Did you like the food? Renaldo likes to keep in touch with his roots so he’s constantly offering Italian dishes.”

“I thought they lived here,” You said truthfully.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head, “No, they both have families and would much rather live in their own homes. I know cause I asked.” He paused. “But anyways I let them go at around 9 each night and they don’t get here until noon. They have Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays off.”

You smiled, “Bucky, I can’t thank you enough for what you’re doing. I really appreciate it.”

He shrugged, “It’s kind of my fault you got fired. I should’ve known better than to befriend you, I put you at risk.”

“But why?” You asked. “Why are they so bent on trying to find out where your money came from?”

He sighed. “I live on West Egg,” He began. “West Egg represents ‘new money’. Actors, producers, mafia leaders, drug lords, and so on. East Egg represents the old and respectable money. Businessmen, children of wealthy parents etc. East Eggers do not like us, West Eggers. They think we’re frauds and criminals.”

You frowned, “Are you?”

“Not all of us,” He explained. “East Eggers are just trying to expose us, to bring us into the spotlight and to ruin us.”

“So there’s like a rivalry,” You concluded.

“Eh,” Bucky made a 'sort of’ movement with his hand. “We have nothing against them, but something is bound to happen.”

You pursed your lips, “Bucky, am I gonna be safe here?”

He looked at you, “Yes, of course. I have twenty-four-hour security, a safe room in case of emergency and a plane ready to go any moment if needed.”

Your lips pulled together in an 'O’. Then you remembered something, “Oh! Weren’t you going to ask me something? Before I left to The Report and got fired.”

Realization struck his eyes, “I totally forgot about that.”

You sat up, “Are you still gonna tell me?”

Hesitation fell across his face but he quickly covered it up and leaned against the island. “I was wondering if-and it’s completely fine if you don’t want to!” He exclaimed interrupting himself. “With your situation, I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage because I’m not, it’s just that-”

“Bucky,” You smiled, a giggle rising from your throat. “Just say it.”

“Would you like to go on a date?” He said.

You felt your cheeks grow hot at the question he just unfolded for you. Your palms began to sweat. It wasn’t because you felt pressured to say yes. Because you didn’t. You wanted to say yes. Bucky was handsome and so, so good to you. It almost felt too good to be true, but you took the leap of faith and dove into the deep end.

“I would love to,” you smiled.

“G-great!” He stuttered, clearly shocked you had said yes. “Tomorrow at 7?”

“My schedules all cleared up as of yesterday,” You laughed.

He chuckled, “Okay well, tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow it is.” You said.

Bucky walked you to your bedroom and said his goodnight before turning away and walking towards the East wing of the palace. You closed the door and covered your face with your hands. A smile engulfed your features and you almost couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Oh my god,” You whispered repeatedly. “That just happened.” You got up and flung yourself onto your fluffy bed. You sunk into the silk duvet and smiled, a feeling of ecstasy flowing through your body.

You felt ethereal.

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Not Your Average B*tch

Request: Can you write something about the reader being cheated on by Tony or any character of your choice

A/N: I took some inspiration from a few songs in Lemonade by our Queen and savior… naturally.

“Tighten up your stance, Natasha,” you barked out, “we aren’t dancing, we’re trying to kill each other.”

“Oh I’m trying to kill you,” she growled as she stood up after you knocked her down. She had a tendency to be showy, and inefficient in her fighting. Natasha never went for the easiest kill. Which was good she shouldn’t, she went for the most complicated one, which was a problem.

“Are you sure? Because I’ve just been watching you dance around like a ballerina,” you taunted as she stood. She wiped a bit of sweat from her brow and came at  you again. You threw her back to the matt easily and she stayed there.

“I’m done,” she groaned.

“Alright, you’re getting better though, Nat,” you offered walking over to your water bottle and towel. As you turned around you caught a glimpse of your husband, Tony, behind the transparent walls of the training room. He hadn’t been home last night and you had missed him. You waved to him and he waved back but as he did so you noticed who was at his side, Pepper Potts.

“She’s back in town again?” you spoke to Natasha. Natasha knew exactly who you were speaking of.

“Yeah, she’s supposed to be in town for the Stark Expo you know?”

“…I didn’t,” you watched Tony and Pepper as the passed by, your gaze hard and communicating that you were not happy. Tony noticed the gaze, of course, and purposefully looked away.

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@justagingerwithgoals tagged me to do the “selfies of 2017”, so here I am to deliver!

#1, January:
The first time I really felt happy in 2017. I felt so darn cute with my little dimple, and to be fair I looked heckin cute. Still have the dimple, by the way.

#2, February:
This was my first time doing my makeup since January 9th, and I felt so amazing. I seriously killed this day. No occasion, I just really wanted to get all dolled up. Rocked it then, still rocking it now.

#3, March:
I finally started to appreciate myself and everything I could do. I was heading to State Basketball with one of my friends and I just felt really cute.

#4, April:
I went to the “lake” (it’s a reservoir if you want to get particular) with one of my friends and I had so much fun. It was peaceful and beautiful. We ended up going on a mini adventure for some food. It was an amazing day.

#5, May:
This selfie might look peaceful but I was livid when I took it. I was waiting for one of my friends so we could head to a wedding, and his hair had to be perfect so we were like five minutes early. I was so mad, but the wind caught my hair perfectly so obviously had to capture the moment.

#6, June:
Oh boy. I heard coconut oil naturally whitens your teeth so I decided to try it! Let’s just say that it works, but swishing it around your mouth for 15 minutes is exhausting and time consuming. But I mean, it worked really well so I guess I can’t be that mad about it.

#7, July:
Literally just wanted a cute selfie to post on Instagram since it’d been awhile. No cool story, sorry.

#8, August:
I took this yesterday! Basically I decided to go ahead with my fitness-instagram so I got really excited and wanted to post about it. (If you guys aren’t following me and want to, it’s road_of_self_love).

So that’s my year so far in selfies! Pretty lame but also really cool! I’d like to see… @self-love-and-squats, @imhellafit, @gradschoolforty, and @courtlosesit share a year of selfies!

whizeacres  asked:

Congratulations on 500!! Sorry about the vague and nondescript prompt but I would LOVE to see your take on an idea I had yesterday. Basically it's Harry & Draco as Hogwarts professors and they were the only two staff members to get the train to Hogwarts (obvs before he students) and they end up sharing a cabin on the train and you can make it cute or angsty or whatever you feel like , I would just love to see YOU write this :) x

Is it bad form to answer an ask with a 3.7k word response? Probably. Oh well! I really hope you enjoy this (it took me long enough to finish. I’m going to cross-post this on ao3, so the link should be here.

Without further ado, here you go!


For the millionth time since leaving the Headmistress’ office in May, Harry wondered if he was doing the right thing. It wasn’t as if he’s had much choice however, as he was incapable of saying no to his old professor.

He never intended on becoming a professor. He’d had enough terrible ones in his time at Hogwarts that he was turned off from the profession. But again, after his accident, he’d had little choice. Three years of Auror training and two years in the field had left Harry with nothing but nightmares, lingering depression, and a half-working leg.

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Mess with Them - part 3

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: This is a re-write of Chandler and Monica’s secret relationship.

Word Count: 977

Warnings: Language

A/N: I hope you’ll like this one, it was really fun to write. From S5Ep9 

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Epilogue]

Originally posted by madsyy

You were in the kitchen with Natasha, making dinner while the whole gang was minding their own business in the living room. Steve was sitting at the kitchen table, watching you make dinner when Wanda started fidgeting on the sofa.

“Uh, what am I sitting on?” She raised her hips and retrieved a pair of white briefs. “Ew! Undies!” She threw them into the kitchen.

Natasha’s eyes rounded as her head snapped up. She bent down and picked them up with the handle of the wooden spoon she had in her hands. You raised your head to look at Steve. His face was flushed, his eyes wide open in horrified stupefaction.

He gave you a pointed look and you mouthed a ‘calm down’ to your nervous boyfriend. What was done couldn’t be undone and now you had to find a way out of this mess.

“Okay, whose are they?” Natasha waved the briefs in the air, looking at each boys with narrowed eyes.

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[scenario] [request] ice cream & kisses

3: “Please, don’t leave.”
13:  “Kiss me.”
32: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

(i… uh… love jihoon with constipated feelings?? ji is kind of an a-hole in the beginning but he’s actually very soft for u) 

Title: ice cream & kisses 

Member: jihoon ft. wingman dad seungcheol

Genre: angst w a good ending 

Word Count: 1633

“Leave me alone. You can get so annoying sometimes, you know? Go find someone else to bother.” Jihoon shuts his studio door loudly and harder than necessary, to make his point clearer, leaving you on the other side.

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