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Watch Me Babygirl

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A/N: I’m a ho for highschool!bts so I began writing a series literally nobody asked for so this is part 1 of ?

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, implied sexy stuff(?), fuckboy!jungkook 

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10 Things I love about Expiration Date

#1.

This face. 

Legend says it only happens within a millisecond, but once you see it, it’s chilling. Like if this screenshot doesn’t describe the personality of Medic idk what else would, guys. Dude is so ready to scare the entire shit outta Scout. You can see it in his cold blue eyes. That boogeyman smirk. His evil (yet groomed) eyebrows. Y’all, this man holds so much unadulterated glee at witnessing the pain and suffering of others, so much madne–

–aaaand he’s back. Everything’s cool. Hey doc what the hell is that?

“TUMORS!” :Dc

k then

#2.

So originally I took this screenshot bc of Spy’s eyebrow and Heavy’s annoyed expression of being awoken from his slumber….

but then I proceeded to laugh my ass off bc I also happened to capture Sniper staring off into space while contemplating his existence in this universe.

(I’m sure this is a common occurrence with him. He’s probably the type of dude that wonders if pigeons have feelings.)

#3.

Still in the same room, only this time Spy has been gravely insulted by the Scoot.

But look at the others. They don’t seem too exasperated with Scout and his doodles of Spy. Maybe it’s because they also think this meeting is dumb, maybe it’s because they actually knew Scout was going to pull this prank, or maybe it’s because they too think The Eiffel Tower Having Sexual Congress With Spy is a hilarious joke.

Either way, it’s nice to see the other mercs genuinely smiling at Scout and his shenanigans. It’s better than the common fandom theme where Scout is The Worst and Everybody Hates Him.

No, the other old dudes know how to kid around too (even though it’s still at the Spy’s expense, oops)

Of course, whether the Pyro is smiling at him too is something we’ll never know. Personally I think he’s just eyeing up that bucket. Imagine how different this whole video would have gone if Pyro took the bucket instead of Soldier. 

Probably not so different actually.

#4.

This goes to show that Medic is not just a sadistic doctor. He’s a sadistic doctor that cares about his friends and smiles at them when he passes by.

It’s like when you’re walking down the hallway to class and you see your friend going to their class and you smile and nod to acknowledge their existence. It’s such a nice thing, and of all ppl Medic was the one who did that.

“Interesting.”


#5.

If there was a looping video of just Demoman and Sniper playing their instruments of choice I would pay to watch it forever. Also, how did they get there? Did Spy just yell “hey assholes who wants to help me create a romantic dinner mood so I can teach Scout how to talk to a girl” and Demo and Snipes were like “ok m8 no problem B)”

I know we’re already used to the fact that these boys are mad talented, but I still love the fact that their instruments aren’t what you would stereotype them to play based on their personality. 

The dude that’s paid to blow shit up can probably play Beethoven, and the Loner Guy that lives in a camper van probably knows the tune of Careless Whisper by heart. 

I love that.

#6.

Once again I take a screenshot in order to capture the character in the middle, only to lose my shit at the person standing at the far left.

Look at Medic’s face. Yes, I get it, in context this is a ridiculous situation. I mean the last line said before that was “I have done nothing but teleport bread for three days”. This is almost Saturday cartoon material here.

But still, look at his fucking face. I just…

MEIN FUCKING GOTT VHAT HAVE YOU DONE YOU FUCK

#7.

Speaking of horrified reactions. 

Thank goodness I know what the context is in this clip because otherwise I would have assumed someone died, or Armageddon had arrived, or something else completely unimaginable happened and there’s nothing that can be done at all, ever.

But no, it’s just a mutant tentacle monster. And this is right before Heavy asks Medic to ubercharge him, because he’s metal af.

All jokes aside, though, the reason why I am putting so much emphasis on these little miliseconds of expression is because these characters are 3D animated, and a team of people sat in front of a computer rigging these facial features to move this way. Even though these moments happen for only a second, they are still very telling when you look at them up close.

Besides, Heavy doesn’t make this face very often (as far as we’ve seen) and it’s something worth remembering (amirite, Comic #6??)

#8.

Ok, lemme tell you guys a thing:

If I was fighting a giant-tentacle-whole-wheat-bread-monster and it hoisted my ass several feet into the air, only to fling me back to mother earth with all of it’s strength, I would stay on my fucking back for like five minutes trying to get breath back into my lungs and wondering why tf I even bothered to fight anyway.

THIS DUDE get’s knocked on his ass, arms and legs akimbo and everything, get’s back up mid-fucking-tumble while reaching for his blade, and charges back into the fight like nothing ever happened. 

Seriously, it’s one swift motion, like a damn nature show. You could watch the video again but you’d have to make sure not to blink because it happens so fast.

 And the amazing thing is that all the mercs (and Pauling too) have this insane ability of getting fucked, getting even more fucked, getting back up, and then getting back into the shitstorm with no hesitation. 

Then again, what’s what the Gravel Wars basically are right?

Shit, Administrator was right, these dudes are straight up Plutonium.


#9.

“Good news! We’re not dying! We are going to live FOREVER!”

Oh that Soldier, always giving a laugh. Honestly, though, the reason why I saved this was because I didn’t realize for a long time that the reason why he was able to jump in on the conversation was because he was eaten by the bread monster.

It makes sense, because last time we saw him he was being dragged while screaming something about teleporting bread. He was probably just laying there in the monster’s throat, getting ready to use a grenade, when suddenly boom went the bomb and he received visitors. All this time I never put two and two together that he was stuck inside the bread monster before Pauling and Scout made it cool. Shame on me. That’s definitely a Soldier thing to do.

(Also, you wanna know what a bread monster and Soldier have in common? They both have a talent of cockblocking Scout.)

#10.

And the final one.

There’s nothing like a family portrait. If the video froze at this point with credits I would have expected to hear a 90′s family sitcom jingle.

What a video.

a-not-so-clever-man  asked:

Someone important to me believes that something I wrote is based off of them and it as been hurting our relationship, how do I get them to know that it's not them?

I don’t know. I don’t think it’s possible to persuade people that you didn’t write about them. There is one long-ago short story of mine in which every former girlfriend of mine saw herself reflected, and each of them made a point of telling me that she had read it (I think they were flattered) and obviously the person in it was her, and I realised that nothing I could ever say about the story would change anybody’s mind. 

That’s because it’s almost impossible to explain to anybody who hasn’t done it that the way we make fiction is a sort of composting process in which things we see and feel and experience and think and imagine are put into our minds and then rot down into a black compost, in which new things grow. Or for that matter that you can steal the way that one person plays with their hair and the way another person sighs and always turns up late and grow a third person who isn’t either of them out of it.

So you can tell them it’s not them in your fiction. But they will still believe what they will. Perhaps instead you should just work on the relationship, and if they are worried about issues of privacy (or whatever) being compromised by what you write, tell them you must have done it without realising, and will do your best to make sure they aren’t in any more stories of yours, even unwittingly. 

I hope this helps. (You will probably find a lot more wisdom than this in the comments or the reblogs.)

Writing is Hard, pt 8: Slow and Steady

Summary: Dean shows you his favorite kind of sex.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warning: Smut, dirty talk

Word Count: 3100ish

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

The motel door opens quietly and you hear Dean shuffle in, his footsteps easy to recognize. You don’t move, body too exhausted to even roll over in bed and say hi.

Sam has to know that Dean comes to your room every night now. Actually, Dean just goes straight in with you now more often than not, leaving Sam to himself. You’ve never discussed it, but you suspect that Sam’s silence on the matter of you and Dean is his thank you for finally having some privacy on a regular basis.

Either way, you aren’t remotely surprised that Dean is here. You listen to boots being kicked off, a gun being placed on the night stand, and clothes being shuffled off. He’s down to his boxers when he slides beneath the covers.

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Theo x Reader

Requested by Anon

Proof reading done by the awesome @joeynihil


“Theo?” You asked when you stopped next to him as he slyly rubbed up against you. “What’re you doing?” 

 “Nothing!” He almost squeaked which naturally had you suspicious that something was wrong worsening. 

 “Sure, I need to go and get my books from Stiles’ jeep I left them in there this morning.” You groaned and jumped when Theo grabbed you by the shoulders and shook you slightly. 

 “I can get them, I’m big and I’m bigger than Stiles so I can carry all the books you’ll ever own!” With that he let go of you and hurtled out of the building. 

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it makes me so sad that probably one of the biggest reasons why people are so afraid of seeking mental health help is the little gremlin in their brain telling them “what if there’s actually nothing wrong with me and i’m just making this up?! what if i don’t even get a diagnosis?” so they keep quiet about it and keep it to themselves in fear of being ridiculed even though quick action could make all the difference. 

so, here’s to the people who feel like this…
you’re not making this up, there’s nothing wrong in seeking help if something’s causing you pain (whether mental or physical - that’s what doctors are there for), take your time until you feel ready and remember, chances of the above happening are almost zero and if it happens, it’s usually ‘cause your doctor is an incompetent, prejudiced dickhead. sorry, not sorry.

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Spicy Boy’s fins have like almost doubled in length since I got him. Idk how I feel about it tbh. I mean he doesn’t bite them and he has never had them rip or get fin rot but I hope they are done growing. The person I bought him from didn’t say he was a rosetail or feathertail nothing like that, but damn he has some long fins. I’m gonna expect issues when he gets old tho. 😕

But for now he is my little red fairy fish. 🐠❤️

The Ballad of Captain Jackass Sparrow (aka: Two Bards and a Mutiny)

Context: The session we’re playing is called the Shaded Isles and is a homebrew gothic pirate adventure that has been lovingly crafted. Our party consists of a Goliath Rogue (Vendran), a Human Bard (Ash), a Lizardfolk Ranger (Jesk), a Tiefling Warlock (Flotsam), and a Kenku Bard (LimeWire). We’ve been hired as mercs to guard this unknown cargo from the small port we’re in to somewhere in the Shaded Isles (a group of islands supposedly cursed and definitely frequented by lycans) and our employer (a smarmy asshole of a man named Patrik) refuses to tell us what the cargo is, or let us see it. On our first day aboard the Albatross (named by one of the players), someone is seen floating in the water. We pull them up and they are resuscitated, only to be run through by Patrik, who looks us deadass in the eyes and says “No one can be allowed below deck. No survivors. No quarter will be given.”

At this point, most of us fucking hate him in-character as well as out of character and we’ve been colloquially referring to him as ‘Captain Jackass Sparrow’. Then we run into a pirate ship that is p much confirmed to be run by werewolves, one of which LimeWire (a pirate themself) recognizes as a really famous pirate captain. That’s when Capt. Jackass shoves his foot right down his gullet.

The lycans have done nothing but get close for boarding. He draws his blade–silvered–and yells “GIVE NO QUARTER!”

LimeWire (casting a p competent Vicious Mockery with an accordion after pretty much committing mutiny): YOU TWILIGHT ASS DISCOBALL MOTHERFUCKING BULLSHIT ASS BLOODSUCKER FUCKING DICKBACK USELESS MUDIR SIR!!!

(I should mention that, at this point, it’s almost confirmed by word of DM that Patrik is a vampire.)

…not too much later…

Vendran: *picks up Patrik and carries him towards the pirate ship*

LimeWire (OOC): oh….oohhhhhH!!!!

Ash (OOC): OH NOOOOO!

Jesk (OOC) *laughing loudly*

DM: *cackling*

Ash: I’m…I’m gonna cast Vicious Mockery as well.

DM: Are you sure? Cause-cause he still hasn’t had his turn and he has disadvantage from LimeWire’s Vicious Mocker.

Ash: Psychic Damage though…

DM: …fair point. Patrik rolled horribly so have at it. What’s your insult?

Ash: *inhale* *in a scottish accent* You’re going down, Mr. Stupid Hat-Wearing, Rat-Face, Butter Knife-Wielding, Clype-Dreep-Bachle, Gether-Uping-Blate-Maw, Bleathering, Gomeril, Jessie, Oaf-Looking, Scooner, Nyaff, Plookie, Shan, Milk-Drinking, Shit-Faced Shilpit, Mim-Moothed, Sniveling, Worm-Eyed, Hotten-Blaugh, Vile-Stoochie, Cally-Breek-Tattie!

All of us collectively lose our shit.

DM: are you? Can you say that in six seconds?

Jesk (OOC): Actually, because it deals psychic damage, it’s one second of insult being beamed directly into his head.

LimeWire (OOC): *laughing* That’s like a sniper-bullet of insult!!!

Flotsam (OOC): What????? *laughing*

DM: *laughing* you know what? I’ll allow that. Yeah…thart checks. And he takes how much psychic damage?

Ash: Four.

Oh geez;; sorry this is late but im finally feelin better from last night!! 

Happy LWA Week Day 2: Blue “Nothing Remotely Heterosexual About This” Team!

swampthot  asked:

hey john not to be that guy but im wondering when you guys are gonna cover all star by smash mouth. im not even joking this is a serious concern. you may think im pulling your leg. memeing you for shits and giggles. sir i am not. i just think when i finally hear it i can be at peace i think. please respond

We are never going to do this. I learned my lesson with “funny” covers in the 90s. Bands generally speaking have to be really careful about doing anything funny, because people then want you to make the same joke for the rest of your life. There are approximately 10,000,000,000,000,000 worse problems to have, so I am not complaining, but I am explaining why, while it would be funny to do this, I would regret it: the next night. And the night after. And forever. People would absolutely see to it that I regretted it but good. One of the discreet joys of growing older is learning to stop yourself from doing stuff you might later regret. Other people take this weird “I regret nothing!” attitude toward everything they’ve done but I have never really understood that whole stance, if a person regrets nothing then I wonder what their whole deal is honestly. Anyway. Covers that would be totally hilarious are generally, with very occasional exceptions, off the menu, because they become millstones almost immediately. Neolithic and Upper Paleolithic citizens used millstones for grinding nuts, rhizomes, grains, and probably a lot of other stuff we don’t even know about. Did they sometimes get curious, what if I ground my finger in this millstone, fuckin’ ouch, that was stupid? I bet they did, and that’s how I’d feel if I covered “All-Star.” I have, after a long apprenticeship, finally left the Neolithic Era behind and entered, with much ceremony, my own personal Bronze Age. 

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Student!NCT texts for anon! Y/n’s quest for the chemistry notes! I’m finally back and I can’t believe I’ve almost reached 800 followers and I’ve done nothing for over a week seriously thank you so much 😭. I’m hoping to get more stuff posted soon but I’m lacking the motivation to write so it’ll likely be texts and reactions and maybe some headcannons? ❤️ | requests open! -Admin Minhyuk

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     “Come on, get off the damn ladder,” Dean said, his voice rough as he called up to you from the ground. “This thing’s too old to be safe!”

     “It’s fine, I’m almost done.” You reached the ceiling with the help of your feather duster, determined to rid the bunker of all grimy proof of disuse. “I just want to get these cobwebs down!”

     “You’re gonna fall.”

     You scoffed. “No, I’m not.”

     Otherwise known as, the famous last words.

     Your feet wobbled as the ladder suddenly swayed, steadying again as Dean grabbed hold of the bottom, but ultimately accomplished nothing. The wood creaked and your hands flew out to balance yourself. The top rung gave out with a spectacular crack. You were plummeting to the ground before you had a chance to think.

     And then you stopped. No hard floor, no broken bones, just a pair of strong arms tucked under your waist and legs and the sound of a broken ladder crashing to the ground behind you. You opened your eyes one at a time and found Dean’s concerned - but not at all surprised - face beside yours.

     “You okay?” he asked.

     You simply stared at him, awe struck. “You caught me.”

     “Yeah … ?” Dean looked confused. “Why did you think I was standing here? To let my girlfriend face-plant when this wobbly piece of crap broke?”

     “Well I knew why you were standing there, and I figured you’d try to catch me, but I didn’t think you’d actually do it. That was like in the movies!”

     “You really weren’t that high up …”

     “You saved me!”

     Dean couldn’t help but smile at that, attempting to roll his eyes but failing miserably. His grip tightened on your waist as you rested your arms on his broad shoulders. “You know, I’m not sure if I should be flattered that you’re so impressed, or offended that you didn’t think I could do it.”

     “Flattered.”

     “Oh yeah?”

     You closed that gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against his and effectively shutting him up. You pushed your fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck. His hand brushed the exposed skin under the hem of your shirt. Then you pulled back, just enough to speak, and whispered against his lips, “You’re my hero, Dean Winchester.”

     A deep laugh rumbled in his chest, vibrating against your own as he spun you around. He didn’t dare put you down. Instead, he pressed his lips to yours once again, holding you close and making his way to the room you both shared.

     “Got it. Flattered it is then.”


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The Last Time

Heartbreak and sadness are of the deadliest poisons, for they kill you slowly in misery. 

Genre: smut and angst

Sehun continued to pound into you. He kept a steady pace and made sure to hit all the right angles. Your head board continuously hit wall, sure to leave a dent. Sweat made stray hairs cling to your forehead. Looking at Sehun’s body above was like a dream. From his chiseled abs, the his arms that were just the right amount of toned, up to his jaw line that was so sharp, you swore it could cut diamonds. You ran your hands over his chest and over his shoulders, playing with the hair at the base of his neck as he brought you closer to your release.

 "You’re so tight, even after all this time.“ He grunted, a sheen of sweat forming on his face as he picked up the pace. You moaned in response, filled with to much pleasure to form sounds besides wanton moans and mewls. You reached up and cupped his cheek in your hand before bringing your lips together. It was a battle of teeth and tongue. Each of you battled for the upper hand, but in the end you let him win, you always did. He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth as he felt your walls clenching around him.

 "I’m so close Sehun” you breathed. 

 "Cum for me baby" he replied hiking you leg over his hip and angling deeper inside you. Soon you were seeing white as the knot in your stomach came undone. His name fell from your lips as you rode out your high. Sehun soon followed suit, pulling out and releasing his seed onto your stomach. Without wasting a second he was off the bed and pulling his boxers back on. 

 "Here" he mentioned tossing a towel in your direction, “clean yourself up. See you tomorrow.” With that he gathered his remaining clothes and walked out your bedroom door. It had been like this for months, meeting in the middle of the night for a meaningless hookup, only to pretend you were acquaintances the next day. You were one of the many assistants at SM entertainment. You had gotten the position on a fluke, but you were grateful for the job nonetheless. Sehun had immediately noticed the new girl, prancing through the halls in her modest heels, politely greeting various idols and board members that came in. What captivated him the most was how you looked like a shy, girl next door type on the outside, but you held a glint in your eye that said otherwise. He had a feeling you could be quite dirty outside of work, and he was right. He had made you a proposition; to hookup with him and help him relive stress. Although it was a shocking proposition, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you would benefit by sleeping with one of your favorite exo members. It was a win win for both of you, and there were no rules against dating idols in your contract, so you obliged. Not 1 month after you started your job did the secret meet ups start, and when you were almost a year into working there, and the secret was still safe. 

_____________

 You heard your front door being opened and silently shut seconds later, signaling he had left. You sighed and moved to clean yourself up before showering, a feeling of sadness washing over you.  

Probably just the gloomy weather. You thought to yourself as rain continued to fall outside. 

With one last look out the bathroom window, you stepped into your hot shower, feeling instantly relaxed. You let the water consume you, running through your hair and then down your body. No matter how hot you made the water, you couldn’t rid yourself of the guilt and shame you felt after every fuck. You knew it was wrong, no matter how much you wanted it to be right. Even though you were able to silence your conscious every time Sehun wanted to come over, you couldn’t keep it quiet forever. Every time he left there was the nagging feeling tugging at you, eating you from the inside out. Self loathing would spread through every corner of your body, making you regret your decision, only for you to make it again the next day. 

One day I will say no to him…. one day

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“Ms. ____________, please put this in the storage room for me." 

 "Of course sir” you replied to your supervisor with a light bow. 

 "After you may take your lunch.“ 

 "Thank you sir” was your response to his retreating figure. He was so busy that you hardly ever saw him. When you did, he usually gave you a list of things to do. You rendered yourself lucky this time. As you began taking the supplies to the room like he asked, you felt your phone vibrate. Carefully placing your items down, you read what was on the screen.

 Also, I need for you to organize the file room. The paper work hasn’t been filed away properly, and it’s getting out of hand. Once that is finished, you may go home. 

“Spoke to soon” you mumbled mostly to yourself. Hopefully the file room wasn’t that bad, You wanted nothing more than to go home and just relax. ___________ 

 The file room was pretty destroyed when you had walked in. Someone had obviously been looking for something, but didn’t want to clean their mess up after. Thankfully, after an hour of organizing, you were almost done. You were bending down to put a file in the bottom drawer when someone came up behind you and shut the door. The sound of it locking filled the quiet space. 

 "I found you" 

 You didn’t have to turn around to know who was there. It was none other than Oh Sehun. He walked up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You felt his hardening member pressing into your ass. 

 "What do you say we have a quickie before I take off for practice?“ He breathed into your ear as you stood. His breath fanned across your neck as he spoke and it sent chills straight to your core. 

 I have to tell him no, my job could be jeopardized for sleeping with an idol on the clock. But he is so tempting… stupid sexy Sehun. 

He interrupted you internal debate by nibbling on the spot below your ear, his hands found their way around your waist and rested right above your womanhood. You wanted to nothing more than to lean into his touch and give into his needs, but your job was on the line. 

 "I can’t” you finally responded, removing his hands from your body and ultimately turning to see him. Disappointment flashed across his features before being replaced with his signature resting bitch face. 

 "Why? Do you suddenly have morals?“ He retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. That was a low blow, you both knew that. 

 "What is that supposed to mean?” Irritation was itching to come out as you spoke, but you held your composure. 

 "Maybe it means that you are such a good slut for me when we meet outside of work, but now you are being a prude.“ His words stabbed through you like a knife. But he wasn’t done. 

 "You do realize I could easily hookup with any one of the assistants in this office right? Who knows, maybe they would be a better fuck than you.” 

Saying you were hurt was an understatement. His words pierced your heart like a dull rusted knife that he kept twisting and twisting as he continued to insult you. You had let your feelings for him go to far, and now you were paying the price as your little charade fell to pieces in front of your eyes. How stupid of you to think that you could be happy with your friend with benefits deal you had with Sehun. What a fool you were for loving this man. Your pride was hurt, and you wanted nothing more than to yell and scream at him, to tell him he was a bastard and didn’t deserve your love. But alas you couldn’t do that. So you heaved a heavy sigh, swallowed your pride and simply stated, 

” I do realize that. Which is why I am ending things here. Last night was the last time Sehun. Have a good life. Exo fighting!“ 

 You walked pat him, brushing your shoulder against him as you did. With unsteady hands you unlocked the door and walked out, leaving a speechless Sehun in your wake.

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A week had passed since that day. You had put in your 2 week notice promptly after the incident. Sehun held true to his word of hooking up with another assistant. It was as if you meant nothing to him. But that’s how it works right? A normal girl falls in love with the idol, they have their share of fun together and the idol leaves for bigger and better things. While you tried your hardest to let go of the idea of Sehun, it was proving to be difficult. So hopefully after leaving the company, you would have a better chance at healing, at least that what you desperately hoped for. This was what you wanted for yourself after all. To be more than just an easy fuck to someone. To have meaning to someone. 

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t watch where you were going. Next thing you knew, your documents were on the floor and so were you. 

 "I am so sorry, are you ok?” You looked up to the angelic voice that was currently helping you gather your belongings. It was another member of Sehun’s group, the leader of it actually, Kim Junmyeon, or Suho, as his fans liked to call him.

 "Oh I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going and I was so lost in my thoughts and I-“ 

 "You don’t have to explain yourself to me” he concluded with a silky laugh. He grabbed your hand and pulled you to a standing position. Trying not to let him see how sheepish you were feeling, you smoothed out the non existent wrinkles in your skirt. 

 "I do have to ask though, what was clouding your thoughts so much that you didn’t look to see where you were walking? You seemed like you were lost since way over there.“ He gestured to the hall you had just came from, which was a good 50 feet away. 

You didn’t realize how long you were immersed in your inner turmoil. Out of nervous habit, you began biting your bottom lip. Answering his question was hard, but you didn’t want to lie to him either. Instead of responding you just looked down. 

 "It’s about Sehun isn’t it” he gently questioned, barely loud enough for you to hear. Cautiously you looked up at him and was met with a sympathetic gaze. 

He has to know what had happened, there was no way he couldn’t

Sehun was his roommate so you were sure that suho knew of everything. Shame overtook you, crashing down upon you in harsh waves. A hurricane of guilt and discomfort filled you, flooding your entirety and looking for an escape through tears. You tried hard to hold them back, to ashamed to make yourself vulnerable to suho, and to cautious to let anyone know how much the whole situation affected you. Silent sobs fought to break through you, making your shoulders shake and your breathing become less than perfect. 

 "Hey, don’t cry" he cooed, gently lifting your chin so he could see your face. He saw how broken you really were. You had loved Sehun. He could see that written all over your face. Sehun had broken your heart into a million pieces and moved on like it was nothing to him. He felt terrible for what the maknae had done to the pretty girl who always had a smile on her face while she worked. 

He gently used the pad of his thumb to wipe the cascade of tears from your cheeks. Your struggle to remain stoic was over as you let go of all the pent up emotions. All the frustration, all the loneliness, and all the heart break. Suho sensed your need to cry and pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapping around your waist while the other soothingly rubbed your back. As if out of instinct, you grabbed onto his shirt and cried your eyes out, destroying the designer material in the process. You didn’t care how red your face got or how much your makeup ran in that moment. All that mattered was that you had finally let your wall down and all the emotions were flooding out and into the arms of someone you felt you could trust, even if you had just barely met a few moments back. Suho continued rubbing your back, pulling you tighter against him as your sons began to quiet down. 

 "It’s going to be all right" he repeated like a mantra as he continued his ministrations, “it’s going to be all right." 

 ___________ 

Sehun had just caught word from a few other assistants in the office that you had planned on leaving. Even though he had moved onto another easy lay in the building, it didn’t mean he was ready to let you go. He stormed through the halls, looking in all the places you usually were. When all those places turned out to be dead ends, he decided to ask the front desk of your where abouts. Quickly rounding the corner, he got his answer before even asking, because there before him was you, curled up in the arms of his groups leader suho.

-Sara

A/N: I found this while cleaning out my computer, and I am debating whether or not to continue it. Let me know if you want another part ^^

Originally posted by fy-sexo-exo

I Only Want You (part one)

Request: Could you do a Peter Parker X Reader where she’s blind and Bucky and Cap are over protective of her because she’s the granddaughter of one of their (dead) friends. So when she meets Peter she’s scared he wouldn’t like her and he proves her wrong until he gets scared that she’ll leave him when Tony and Bruce announce that if the reader wants she can see for the first time ever and it’s cute and fluffy?

Word Count: 1,090

A/N: Written by Claire! This was so new for me to write, hope you enjoy!! xx

Originally posted by captainaudreystark

Your name: submit What is this?

You hear Peter before you feel him.

The creak of the floor behind you is all you need before you feel strong arms wrap around your shoulders and a soft chin press into your neck, pressing a kiss there.

“Hi there,” you say, clasping a hand around one of his forearms while keeping the other firmly grasped on your cane.

“Hello,” he practically hummed it into your ear and you turned around, eager to get a kiss-

“Woah! This is a PG-13 establishment, kiddos.” The deep voice rang through the kitchen and Peter’s hold on your waist immediately loosened.

“Uh, sorry sir!”

“Steve, are you kidding me?” You focused your voice in the direction his sounds were coming from. His answering laugh felt like a bass note in the close room.

“Yeah, okay sweetheart.” Steve’s hand patted you on the shoulder before you heard the sound of a cabinet closing and footsteps leaving the room.

You immediately faced Peter. “Sir?”

“It still amazes me that you can call him by his first name… He’s so big.” You could sense the awe in his voice.

“He’s a marshmallow.” Your hand found Peter’s face and patted it sympathetically. “If you’re going to worry about anyone, it should be Bucky.”

Peter let out a snort of agreement. “Oh man, you’re practically the only one he even likes most of the time.”

You smiled sweetly. “It’s all part of my charm.” 

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LOOK, I’M STILL NOT OVER THIS:

“Who’s old now? –Obi-Wan”

Because Luke and Leia signed the cast as well, so this must be post-A New Hope (and probably post-Empire Strikes Back), which means Obi-Wan is a Force Ghost at this point and probably just SHOWED UP OUT OF NOWHERE, Force-levitated a pen over to Vader’s cast while he was sleeping, made sure to draw a box around it to make doubly sure Vader sees it, and then probably LAUGHED HIMSELF INTO THE ETHER AGAIN.

He shows back up when he can keep a straight face for more than two seconds at a time and makes about a hundred WELL I’LL LET YOU GET BACK TO SLEEP, YOU ARE AN OLD MAN WHO TRIPS OVER NOTHING NOW, AFTER ALL.

“THE FLOOR WAS WET AND THERE WAS NO SIGN UP YET–!” Vader rages, but Obi-Wan is still laughing at him as he fades away.

“Be careful around stairs, Darth,” Obi-Wan says, voice almost gone now. “Wouldn’t want to break a hip, too.”

Vader can’t even get another word in because he’s gone, all he can do is SEETHE and watch his Stories on the medcenter TV.

"friend" asks me if she can copy an assignment...

A girl I used to be friends with (you’ll find out why I decided to break that “friendship”) in high school was in almost all the same classes as me, including my maths class. Now I had already caught onto the fact that she was just outright using me for her own gain. She barely ever talked to me outside of class or school, only invited me to stuff where she would get something from me (like her birthday party), etc etc. I was kind of quiet and shy at school so I let most things slide, but this was the last straw and I wasn’t going to let her use me this time. So we had the same maths assignment, and we worked together completing the first super easy part in class. After that, I worked on it by myself at home for about a week and finished it. Anyway I’m sitting in class one day (few days before the due date of the assignment) which is one of the classes I don’t have at the same time as this girl. I’m browsing my emails and one pops up from this girl. She says that she was wondering if I could send her my maths assignment so she can “check that what she’s done is correct”. She also says that she’s apparently “pretty much finished” and just wants to confirm she’s been doing the right thing. Red flag, as she’s asked to copy my assignments before, but her wording makes me think she’s done absolutely nothing and is trying to copy/hand up my answers. I completely ignore the email and pretend I never got it, and since she refuses to talk to me outside of class, she can’t bring it up. The due date arrives and the teacher is getting us to print off and hand up our assignments. I hand up my fully completed one and sit down to watch what this girl will hand up. Much to my petty delight, she doesn’t print off anything and just sits at her desk. To then make it even better, the teacher actually calls her out in front of the class asking where her assignment is, and she has to admit she hasn’t finished it/done any of it. The teacher tells her to go print off what she’s done anyway and when she comes back from the print room she hands up one mostly blank page with a title and one small table. I’m absolutely revelling in this, and now I think back on it, I totally should have turned to her and said sweetly, “I thought you had almost finished it? :)” (shit eating grin included).

Tl;dr girl tries to use me for answers to assignment, gets called out in front of class, hands up almost nothing.

The Chamber of Secrets, a summary
  • Dobby: Harry Potter must not go to Hogwarts!
  • Harry: The fuck are you Hogwarts4lyfe
  • Dobby: *Pudding crashes and burns worse than Snape's love life*
  • Uncle Vernon: HARRY DIDJA PUT YER NAME IN THE GOBLET AHV FYA- I mean *clears throat* NO FOOD FOR YOU BITCH WELCOME TO CONCENTRATION CAMP DURSLEY
  • Harry: fuck
  • Ron: *mass breakout*
  • Vernon: *falls out window*
  • Fred'n'George: sup
  • Mrs. Weasley: BoYs YaLl DoNe It NoW GeT yo SoRrY AsSeS oVeR HeRe- except you Harry nothing's ever your fault an btw thanks for almost getting my son killed last year
  • Ginny: *highkey stalker*
  • Floo powder: lol you thought things would go right in your life
  • Draco: *exists*
  • Harry: He'S FuCkInG Up tO SoMeThInG
  • Hagrid: *saves Harry from being raped*
  • Hermione: sup
  • Lockhart: OMG IT'S HARRY POTTER HERE TO BOOST MY HALLWAY CRED- I mean- *coughs* you have a few fans yourself, I hear- HERETAKEMYBOOKSTAKETHEMALL
  • Lucius: *is an ass*
  • Aurthur: *fights a bitch*
  • Lucius: *here have this book it's pretty and talks to you but be careful it may possess you*
  • Platform 9 3/4: *is an ass*
  • Ron: Let's just take the flying car illegally instead of just owling Hogwarts or waiting for my parents
  • Harry: k
  • Car: *eighties action music*
  • Harry: can you hear that?
  • Ron: we must be getting close!
  • Harry: hold on-
  • *music grows louder*
  • Hogwarts express with Thomas face on it: DUN DUN DUN DUUN DUN DUN, DUUUUN
  • Car: *crashes*
  • Tree: *is an ass*
  • McGonagall: Idfc just go away here have a sandwich
  • Hermione: sup
  • Shit: hello friends
  • Wall: ThE ChAmBeR Of SeCreTS HaS BeEN OPenEd EnEmIeS oF The HeiR BeWArE
  • Mrs. Norris: hanging by noose from ceiling
  • Harry Ron and Hermione: *are there*
  • Filch: Y'all killed my cat IMMA KILL YA
  • Dumbledore: Bruh you accusing the great Harry Potter?!? If it was anyone else I wouldn't care but since it's Harry SHUT UP
  • Malfoy: *is a slithery Slytherin*
  • Harry: He's the heir
  • Hermione: *starts making potion*
  • Myrtle: *moans*
  • Colin: *takes pictures of Harry*
  • Harry: ew fuck stop
  • Lockhart: StOp YoU cAn'T bE MoRe PopUlAr thAn mE- I mean *coughs* it's unwise to hand out pictures until you're as famous as me
  • Harry: *gets detention* *is worse than Umbridge's blood quill* *hears hissing* *doesn't suspect it could be a snake which is the animal that hisses*
  • Hermione and Ron: sup
  • Harry: can you hear that
  • Ron and Hermione: wtf no you must be insane
  • Harry: lol tru
  • Lockhart: *has dueling club*
  • Snape: *kicks his ass with the disarming spell*
  • Lockhart: totally meant for that to happen now give me a moment while I restart my heart
  • Hermione: *is killed by Millicent but somehow manages to get a hair*
  • Snape: Harry fight Draco
  • Harry and Draco: *fight*
  • Draco: *snakeness intensifies*
  • Harry: (to snake) bruh calm down mate
  • Snake: k
  • Snape: *kills snake*
  • Ernie: Bruh you tryina kill me
  • Harry: lol no but I should asshole
  • Ron: Harry why didn't you tell me you had a completely dead ability when you didn't even know it existed or that it was rare
  • Harry: idk snakes are cool
  • Person: *petrified*
  • Teachers: maybe we should give a shit
  • Dumbledore: lol nope
  • Quidditch: *happens*
  • Draco: training for the ballet, Potter?
  • Harry: *trains for ballet* *breaks arm*
  • Lockhart: OMG GET OUT OF MY WAY I HAVE TI HEAL HARRY IT WILL BOST MY READERSHIP I mean *coughs* I've done this a thousand times
  • Harry's Arm: *is bendy*
  • Harry: *goes to infirmary* *hears extremely important information*
  • Polyjuice: *happens*
  • Draco: blah blah blah mud blood blah blah blah poor blah blah blah whydoesntpotterloveme
  • Draco: *isnt heir*
  • Harry and Ron: well shit *get the hell outta doge*
  • Hermione: *is cat*
  • Harry: *finds moist book in a girl's bathroom* Imma take this
  • Harry: *ignores more murderous hissing*
  • Diary: hello friend no more sadness today
  • Harry: seems legit
  • Diary: here look at this memory I'm Tom Riddle
  • Harry: k
  • Memory: *happens*
  • Harry: boi why da fk you lyin
  • Hagrid: *is taken to Azkaban because we needed to introduce it for the next book*
  • Harry and Ron: *follow spiders*
  • Spider dude: We do not speak the name of the giant snake in your pipes now excuse me while my children murder you
  • Car: *is real hero of the story*
  • Hermione: *is petrified*
  • Harry and Ron: Shit
  • Hermione: *has clue casually hidden in her hand but takes weeks to find*
  • Harry: ohh it's a Basilisk dats why I can hear it
  • Ginny: *is taken*
  • Professors: *finally give a shit*
  • Lockhart: lol nope
  • Harry: lol yup
  • Myrtle: yah that sink with the snake on it. I mean, it would've been helpful to tell you about it before but whatever have fun
  • Harry: k thx
  • Myrtle: Harry when you die you should stay in here and fuck me
  • Ron: bye bitch
  • Harry: *hisses*
  • Draco: *in dungeons* *gets boner*
  • Chamber: *is opened*
  • Lockhart: I LOVE YOU HARRY! I mean- *coughs* say goodbye to your memories imma just take credit for your stories like I did for erryone else
  • *uses Ron's broken wand* *hits himself* *cavern collapses conveniently blocking Ron and Douchehart on one side and Harry on the other*
  • Ron: lol rip
  • Harry: k bye
  • Ginny: *is almost dead*
  • Harry: shit
  • Tom: *is hot* *appears menacingly*
  • Harry: sup Tom wanna help
  • Tom: lol nope *takes Harry's wand*
  • Harry: Bruh give me my wand
  • Tom: Snakey go kill this twelve year old
  • Harry: *runs*
  • Snake: *is blinded by random phoenix*
  • Harry: *stabs snake with magic sword* *gets bit* *stabs book*
  • Ginny: sup omg Harry that look like it hurts
  • Harry: *gives speech*
  • Fawkes: *cries*
  • Harry: yay I'm healed
  • Fawkes: gets them past all the boulders magically
  • All: *are free*
  • Dobby: *socks are lyfe*
  • Harry: *roast*
  • Credits: *roll*
BTS realise they are truly in love with you...

When they realise they are truly in love with you… (this was requested a while ago and I thought it was cuuuuute)!!!
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Jin-

You were attending an awards after party in a rooftop bar with Jin when you told him you were going to get some air whilst he conversed with his friends. You found yourself leaned against against the glass balcony, relishing in the cooling breeze. You closed your eyes and titled your head back slightly as your hair fluttered softly in the breeze, exposing your shoulders in your black fitted off the shoulder dress. The sun had just started to set and the sky behind you was a shade of blood orange. Jin came looking for you when he realised you’d been gone awhile, and that’s exactly how he’d find you. Picture Perfect. And That was when Jin realised how lucky he was because he saw how truly beautiful you were and he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

;Suga-

Yoongi would realise he truly loved you when he was just laying down on the couch watching you. You’d just be milling around your apartment, tidying odds and ends up, whilst still dressed in your pyjamas. He’d begin to think about all the things you did, like making sure there’s always coffee ready in the morning, or sticking his towels on the radiator to heat up while he’s showering… He’d even notice the little things like how you always gave him a bigger plate of food to make sure he was eating properly or how whenever he takes his jacket off and throws it to the floor you’d always hang it straight up. You’d notice him just lying there watching you with a small smile on his face. ‘What?’ You’d ask with a raised eyebrow. ‘Nothing… I just love you that’s all…’

Namjoon-

It was snowing heavily outside your apartment and you Namjoon was leaving soon to film with BTS outdoors. He emerged from your bedroom in what you could only describe as, a coat that was not suitable for this weather. ‘You can’t go out like that in this weather you’ll freeze!’ Namjoon sighed at you, ‘It’ll have to do I can’t find my padded coat…’ You wrinkled your nose at him and disappeared only to return not even a minute later with his winter coat in your arms. 'How did you do that?!’ Namjoon questioned, genuinely in awe. 'Women have their ways…’ You responded before going into the kitchen and returning with two large flasks in your hand. 'Coffee for the big boys and Hot Coco for the kiddies!’ You stated handing them to him. A smile creeped across his face at your kindness, you had clearly thought about this. Namjoon thanked you before heading to the door, but he was stopped by an object hitting his back. He turned around to see a bobble hat lying behind him and you standing with a pair of matching gloves in your hand. 'And don’t even think of coming home to me sniffling and shivering…’ You stated folding your arms. Namjoon laughed at your indirect but humorous way of looking after him. 'I won’t now… See you later Y/N I love you!’ He’d call before finally leaving.

JHope-

Hoseok would come home early from practice to visit you in your apartment. He’d slip in quietly with the keys you gave him to surprise you, but he’d stop dead in his tracks when he saw you standing outside on your apartment balcony. You weren’t wearing anything fancy, just jean shorts and a checked shirt, but he thought you just looked so good illuminated by the setting sun. He noticed you were on the phone and creeped closer only to hear you gushing to your best friend about him. He stood listening with a smug smile as you told your friend all about how kind and sweet and funny and handsome he was. He couldn’t wait anymore so he cleared his throat making you jump. You jumped at his sudden presence and narrowed your eyes as you registered his facial expression. Hoseok then began sending you hearts through the glass door whilst mouthing 'I love you too!’ And that was when you realised he’d heard everything you’d said on the phone.

Jimin-

Jimin would be leaning against your kitchen bench watching you 'try to make dinner’ because you were struggling to open a bottle of wine. He raised his eyebrows as he watched you frustratedly trying to twist the top off, he knew you wouldn’t cave and ask for help because you were far too much of a strong independent woman for that. You pouted your lips as you tried again and again to open it before you harshly placed it on the bench in front of Jimin. 'Help meeee…’ You whined caving in. 'What was that? You want my help? Did I hear a please?’ You rolled your eyes at him, you knew he was trying to wind you up. 'Please Jimin…’ You replied playing up to him and fluttering your lashes. 'You’re so strong!’ Jimin let out a sigh and opened the bottle for you. 'Totally loosened that up for you…’ You mumbled to yourself, turning away and pouring some of the wine into your pot. 'Ah what was that Y/N?’ He questioned with a smirk on his face. 'Oh nothing I was just saying how wonderful and strong you are and how lucky I am!’ You replied with a smug smile. 'Hmm… you’re lucky I love you and your sass…’

Taehyung-

Tae would become completely soft for you when he came to your apartment to find his parents and siblings inside waiting. You’d invited them round as a surprise and he’d almost die when he came through the door to see you sat with cross legged in front of his little sister while she played with your hair. 'When you said you were getting your hair done today this was not what I had in mind…’ He’d laugh before greeting his family. He’s sit and watch as his sister continued twirling your hair and sticking little flower hair clips into it. He could tell she was probably tugging a little too hard with your hair, but you didn’t let it show at all. 'Doesn’t Y/N look good?!’ His sister would laugh whilst showing off her completed work. Taehyung would simply smile and sit down beside you on the floor and flash you a smile, 'She looks beautiful, now it’s my turn!’ Before leaning and whispering a quite 'Thank you, I love you’ in your ear.

Jungkook-

He’d come over to yours from a long days practise to a warm cosy apartment, to see you lying upside down, with your legs over the back of the couch reading a book in front of the fireplace. He’d let out a chuckle at the sight before him. 'What? it’s comfortable…’ You responded shyly covering your face with your book at the fact he’d caught you behaving weirdly. Jungkook would simply laugh again at your reaction as you sat upright and crossed your legs. 'Really? The whole bag?’ He’d ask, gesturing to the large but empty packet of fizzy gummy worms on the table in front of you. 'Shut up gummy worms are my life!’ You’d state defending yourself. Jungkook let out a hearty laugh and flopped down beside you. 'I was gonna leave some for you, but since you’re such a nice boyfriend I thought you’d take comfort in the fact that I demolished the whole bag and I really enjoyed it…’ Jungkook shifted himself closer to you and pulled you into his chest. 'You’re weird… but I love you Y/N…’

Ten Years (Part 12)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,065 (I AM OUT OF MY MIND)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: Tags are closed. This is the second to last part. I came THISCLOSE to having another cliffhanger, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to drag it out just to torture you. PS - IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

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