i will help you take it back if i can

Can I have $20 so I can Uber to work and then to class?

Cash.app: $celestialmonsta

I’m trying really hard to support myself with school and two jobs but I’ve lost my bus pass and don’t have money or time to take the bus tomorrow, and all I have in my bank account is $3.03. I don’t get paid until Thursday (haven’t even gotten on the payroll for my second job yet) and all that money is going towards paying my sister back for letting me borrow money to hopefully find a room on campus, as well as textbooks.

If you help me out please submit a screenshot of your receipt and I’ll draw you a piece whenever I can, it may not be much or the best but it’s somethin

Need a Hand?  // Kim Junmyeon Smut

Originally posted by daenso

Enjoy!

Requests are open!

~Admin Baby


“Ugh! Why can’t I get this right!”

I’ve been in the practice room for at least 5 hours trying to get one part of this dance right and no matter how hard I try I just can’t get it right and at this moment it’s really getting frustrating for me because my comeback is in a week. Taking a deep breath I calming down before I try it again for what it seems like the 50th time today I grabbed my water bottle took a sip of water restarted the song and got back to practicing.

“Ugh!”

I screamed dropping onto the floor putting my head in my hands cursing at myself for

“You seem like you need help.Want me to help you?”

Someone said making me jump I looked to see Kim Junmyeon leader of Exo known as Suho I got up and bowed saying hello he smiled

“You never answered my question Y/N -ah”

“Umm I’m pretty sure you saw everything so yes can you help me?”

He smiled and nodded walking towards me taking the remote to the stereo turning the song on met and Suho never actually been this close before we’d always see each other in the in the halls of the company we’d occasionally give each other a smile and wave but this time I finally got to see what he was like up close and I have to say he’s cute no wait he’s hot. He moves to the side and watched me do the dance after I was finished he put his two cents in helping me out giving me some pointers but also making me laugh so the atmosphere wasn’t so awkward.

“Okay you seem a little stiff when it comes to this certain part. You’re suppose to be relaxed”

“I can”t help it, it’s just I ‘m okay with everything else but this move it’s suppose to be seductive and sexy; not saying I can’t be that but its kinda weird doing it in front of people…and it’s first comeback stage in a while so I’m nervous that the fans won’t like this comeback”

“So your stressed, maybe I could help you with that if you let me”

He said standing behind me so I looked at him though the mirror

“I thought you were helping Junmyeon.”

“I can help you a whole lot more if you let me”

His hands making their way onto my waist pulling me against against him kissing my neck his hand slowly sliding to my front down into my pants playing with the top of panties. We kept eye contact with each other the whole time he know that he’s driving me crazy with all this teasing but it seems like he don’t care at the moment that he was enjoying this to the fullest knowing he has you right where he wants you

“Please Junmyeon..please touch me”

He smirked at the sound of me begging for him to give me some type of release. He pulled your panties to the side still holding eye contact his slowly started to rub my clit making me jump at his cold fingers rubbing against me

“This is what you wanted right Y/n?”

he slid his finger in me I moaned closing my eyes he them pulled away making me whimper

“Keep your eyes on me baby or I’ll stop, Understand?”

I nodded opening my eyes looking at him through the mirror biting my lip as he started to rub my clit again then sliding his finger in me again

“Remember baby keep your eyes on me”

I kept my eyes on him he kept teasing me let me reach my peak only to stop before I cum and start all over again until he finally thought I had enough he turned me around and kissed me roughly grabbing my ass, nibbling at my neck making sure to leave marks against my skin not I minded at all

“Do you want to me fuck you against the mirror Y/N?”

Those words coming out of his mouth sent so many sensations through my body I didn’t even know that he can talk like that making me even more wet. He started to undress. I started to do the same glancing at him taking him in to remember this moment because this may not happen again. The only thing running through my mind is I really wanna suck his dick, would he let me?

“Are you just going to stand there baby or are you going do something”

I looked at him then getting on my knees sucking on the head of his dick before taking it all in looking up at him seeing him biting his lip taking his hand in my curly hair and thrusting into my mouth taking charge. Hearing him groan was amazing I took all of him in he groaned a little louder this time he pulled away and grabbed my arm making me stand up picking me up making me wrap my arms and legs around him walking towards the mirror with my back against it the coolness of the mirror on my back feeling really good

“You ready babygirl?” 

“Please Suho..”

He thrusted into me he didn’t stop to let me adjust to his size he kept going at a nice fast and steady pace the only sound you heard through the room is our skin slapping against each other along with our moans. He had stopped to reposition himself and resumed to the task at hand, he then hit a spot no one’s ever hit before making me gasp and moan his name 

“Found it..”

He smiled and continuously hit that spot making me arch my back and claw at his back which in return I get low moans and groans in my ear. his thrusts became harder and faster I opened my mouth but nothing came out I put my head on his shoulder kissing, biting at his neck still clawing at his back

“I’m so close”  

“Me too” 

His thrust became rushed he brought his hand down in between us and started to rub my clit making me louder than I wanted to be I covered my mouth with my hand and Junmyeon shook his head

“No baby don’t hide those beautiful sounds from me. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good. I want you to scream when you come, Let everyone know that I’m fucking you”

I nodded pulling at his hair kissing him pulling away when my orgasm reached it’s peak my body going numb 

“Oh shit! Junmyeon!” 

A few thrusts later he released in my resting his head on my shoulder we were in that position for a good minute before he pulled out of me standing me up then helping me get dressed before he dressed himself 

“Can I offer you dinner?” He asked looking at me I smiled kissing him 

“Yes you can” 

I grabbed my things and we walked out hand in hand talking passing Minseok and Baekhyun on the way out. Minseok whistled while Baekhyun laughed while saying 

“Finally he made his move” 

I looked at Junmyeon shocked and confused 

“I’ve been trying to think of a way to ask you out that’s why I was in the practice room in the first place”

“Well you got more than just a dinner today” 

“And you can say I’m happy I finally did something instead of being scared to ask you but even if we didn’t do that I’ll still be happy to have a dinner with you a least.” 

He kissed my cheek and we went to go get some food because after that I got really hungry..maybe there’ll be dessert afterwards.  

mutantjediavenger  asked:

Being a time travelling member of the Avengers would include...

Originally posted by hobbithope

Being a time travelling member of the Avengers would include…

-          You’re probably from the future originally and you either got bored and went travelling or it was set as your job to go back to help the Avengers.

-          When you’re getting the hang of time travelling, you’d probably go too far back and bump into Steve and Bucky in the 1940’s.

-          Steve would remember you when he sees you in the 21st Century.

-          “I know them.” “What- how?” “I saw them in the 1940’s.”

-          Can you imagine how difficult it is to tell them you’re from the future and have them not make jokes?

-          Tony would want to know about the future, and for obvious reasons, you can’t tell him much.

-          Steve wants to know if you can take him back to have that dance. “Sorry Steve, but that would dramatically change time. I can’t do that.”

-          You can, however take them for short trips to the future.

-          You have to do this to prove that you actually are from the future.

-          You’d go away for periods to your own time or in other times, if not anything just to mess with the Avengers.

-          “Y/N did you back in time just to get a portrait done by Vincent Van Gogh!?” “…Did you really go back in time to help Florence Nightingale and get your name in a book about your help?” “I can’t believe you went back in time so you could get Marilyn Monroe’s signature.”

-          If you have it as a power, then it will probably tire you out to use it and that’s why you rarely use it.

-          If you have it as some sort of machinery, you better have a password or someone’s gonna try to use it.

-          You’d accidently make references to future events, like tv shows or movies.

-          If someone loses something, you’d sneak back in time to see where they left it.

-          Sometimes if someone is annoying you, you’d go back in time to grab their things and hide them.


Hope you like it!

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For those feeling alone or down and out or for anyone who sees this.

I know it’s hard and it sucks. Hell I feel the loneliness, depression and the antisocial tendencies creeping back into me but I’m writing this to let you know you’re not alone. Your friends and family care about you. I care about you, whether we have talked or not. I believe in y'all amazing and wonderful people. I know sometimes it doesn’t seem or feel like it but y'all are awesome and things will get better. I’ve been at rock bottom a few times and there is always a way back up. It may take some time and it won’t be easy but that’s why we have our family and friends to talk to and offer a helping hand. You are not alone and you don’t have to do anything alone. We are in this world together and together we can brighten the darkest of days.

Let us go forward together, fight the good fight together, help each other up, let us make our community one that pulls each other up when we are down, lends an ear to listen, shoulder to cry on and advice to those who need. Let us together make our community, our fandom and world a better place not only for ourselves but those who come after us.

Love you all, Zid Wolfe

anonymous asked:

Omgomg ur an amazing artist AND writer???!Ur like the whole package!I love how u portray uf sans and vamp-chan,the way that theyre in general so laid back and takes no shit from anyone is great,and how uf sans isnt just some tall Horny asf F-boy lol(no offense to those who prefer that version).Seeing their relationship blossom over time,not just quickly,or suddenly is extremely refreshing.Love ur story,& Im excited to continue this wonderful journey. Thank you ♡ for blessing us readers with this

You’re making me blush.

I’m glad I have so many supportive readers. All of you’re comments help me tremendously. There’s a lot more planned, and I hope I can keep you entertained for as long as possible.

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS

hello, tumblr.

my family and i are in a crisis. we have to live on my mom’s last $5 for the next 9 days. this $5 has to cover gas that takes my brother back and forth to school, pay for my mom’s diabetic and glaucoma prescriptions, and other necessities (medicine for my cat, food, pet food, etc.).

i’m not sure on prices, i’m willing to negotiate to downright anything

  • i can write for you (examples)
  • i can make gifs/cut videos (examples)
  • i can make things transparent/upload things to redbubble for you to buy (redbubble)
  • i can translate most phrases into classical latin

if you are interested, even a little, please message me.

Things I’m trying to do to fix my mental health. Sharing because it may help others. A lot of how any of this is possible for me is because I have a really, really, really great support system. If you live on your own, call in your support system (whether that’s friends, family or a significant other). Someone does care enough to help you when you can’t even get out of bed to feed yourself or take a shower:

1) Get real sleep. Go to bed earlier. Wake up earlier and naturally (I get morning sun in my room so this is quite easy for me). If I have to miss a few days of class to get into these routines, then so be it. Step back from electronics by plugging my phone and laptop in away from my bed and reading. Meditate and pray before sleeping. Make mornings better.

2) Mental declutter. Reduce social media usage by deleting apps off my phone. Only the basics for my blog and communication (instagram, snapchat, whatsapp. Kept facebook too because I don’t really bother with it anyway). Cleaned and tidied my room (by enlisting some help from my family - ask people dear to you and they will help) to reduce the stress of my environment. Mindful moments whenever I remember, like right now. Notice your breathing. Telling my friends and whichever professors that strictly need to know that I’m struggling with health issues right now and that I might need extra time with things. Put those things on the backburner until feeling better. Transfer responsibilities wherever possible so that I don’t have so much on my plate and I’m not overwhelmed. Ask, and people will help you. Start therapy.

3) Physical health. Once strong enough, start some exercise. Start small. Online yoga videos. No gym. No other people. Just you and a kind teacher who can’t even see you. Body movements to relieve stress. When the weather is nice, go for a run. Fresh air. Endorphines flowing. Check in regularly with doctor(s). What’s causing this depression and anxiety, medically? Is there a way to relieve the symptoms so I can function? Is there an underlying cause that isn’t strictly psychological? Can that be treated?

4) Be busy, but don’t overwork yourself. Try not to lose yourself in the endless scroll of tumblr or an endless stream of videos or movies. You’ll feel even shittier afterwards. If you can’t do anything, else, play with some cards. Or draw or write. Even if it’s just scribbling. Iif you’re not tired after functioning for a while, don’t push yourself. Build back your energy and your capacity over time. 

5) This is temporary. 

Sugar and Spice

Context: The players convinced an npc bandit to help them and he rolled well and managed to convince his boss to let him take the two dogs guarding the camp away so the players only had to fight the boss. Afterwards they find said bandit tied to a tree because the dogs got their leashes tangled around it.

Fighter ooc: Can I pick up the dogs?

DM: What about the stuff the bandits stole from the people that you’re carrying?

Fighter ooc: I’ll just leave it here, we’ll send someone back here later to get it.

DM: Okay, uh make a strength check then.

Fighter: Succeeds.

DM: Okay, you pick up both dogs, one under each arm.

Fighter ooc: Awesome! We have dogs now!

DM: Uh, what?

Fighter ooc: We’re keeping them.

DM: Do any of you even have animal handling?

Rogue ooc: You made us kill four dogs already, we’re keeping these ones!

Cleric ooc: We’re keep them.

Next session a week later

Fighter ooc: I’m going to go check on Sugar and Spice.

DM: Wha-who? Omg is that what you named the dogs?

Fighter ooc: Yup.

DM: I love it.

If Planets Could Talk to You About Life

Mars: Life is rough, but hey, you’ve got me to help you through it. Just keep going in my direction.

Venus: I agree with Mars, life is often rough, but I’m here to help you find the parts of it that aren’t so rough.

Mercury: Let’s take a look at life, observe what’s going on around us so we know what to do.

Moon: Life is scary, but as long as you keep me close it won’t feel so bad.

Sun: When life gets rough, you can always fall back on me. I’ll remind you why you’re alive.

Ceres: C’mon now, we need to take care of life so it’s not rough later.

Juno: Here’s a part of your life that you should let somebody else handle. It’s not something you need to do.

Jupiter: Life is an adventure, it’s up to you to find out how to explore it all.

Saturn: Yes, I know life has its limitations, but you never learn if you always do everything right the first time. Failure is what makes achievement worthwhile.

Uranus: Limitations are for squares, there’s something else you can do to get around them.

Neptune: Life in the real world might get scary, but there’s always another world you can go to for a bit if it becomes too much.

Pluto: No easy way to say this, life can get hard. Really hard. You have to get harder when it does.

Help keep kids safe at amusement parks this summer

I thought this story would be important to share because it’s summer, and a lot of people will be visiting amusement parks.  I want everyone tombe aware of how strict the rules at amusement parks are for employees, and how the employs will sometimes need help from non-employees to keep children safe.  This is a story from several years ago when I had a high school summer job working at an amusement park called sgalf9.  The company is very strict about rules involving safety and theft.  Because of that you have to sit through a full day of safety tutorials every summer.  Here are two important rules to know before I tell this story:

You are not allowed to leave a cash register unattended.  Every register must have an employ stationed close.  If you need to use the restroom or leave your area, another employee must be able to keep an eye on things for you to make sure that no guests break into the register.

You are not allowed to touch a child without that child’s consent.  The reasons for this are very obvious.  However, this rule means that if you find a lost child, even a toddler, you are not allowed to hold their hand and guide them to the lost child’s area unless they agree to hold your hand.  Parents have been known to sue because an employ touched their child in any way (even if they are just trying to help)

These are just two of the rules that you can get instantly fired for breaking.  And as a 17yo with an anxiety disorder, I was terrified of being fired from my first job.

The souvenir stand that I worked at was located in the water park.  The water park is the only place in the park where adults can buy alcohol, and because of this a lot of parents let their kids run around unsupervised while they get drunk.  Because my stand was small (we only sold keychains) I was the only employ stationed there.  This meant that I was not allowed to leave my stand at all.  So anytime a lost child would come to me for help I would have to either call security to escort them the the lost children’s tent, or I would have to quickly run across the sidewalk and get help from one of the multiple employs who worked at the bathing suit/clothing store.  Most of the time it was a non-issue, and the lost child would be escorted safely.

Then there was one very busy summer day where I was working.  A middle aged woman interrupts me in the middle of me restocking.  "excuse me!  there’s a child right there who doesn’t have an adult with him! you need to do something!“  I look up and see a toddler waddling down the sidewalk wearing nothing but a diaper.  No parents in sight.

I do what I was trained to do, I go over to the child, sit on my knees in front of him and hold out my hand, so that he can take my hand if he feels comfortable.  "Hi, do you need help?  Would you like to come sit in my stand while we look for your parents?”  The kid was too young to understand, and continued down the sidewalk past me.  I stood up and tried my best to steer the child towards my stand, but he was determined to continue walking one way.  

The entire time this middle aged woman and her friend are just standing back and yelling at me about how I need to do something.  I explain that I’m trying, but that I’m also not allowed to touch him unless he takes my hand first.  I tell them that I’m going to call security, and ask them to help keep the toddler near my stand while I use the landline phone.  I even asked them if they could pick him up and put him in the chair at the stand.  They continued to yell “why aren’t YOU doing anything? Can’t you see he’s unattended?  Why aren’t you following him?”

At that point I broke down my situation to them.  I explained that I couldn’t leave the register unattended, and I can’t touch a kid without his consent because if I did either of those things I would lose my job.  I explained that I was already in the middle of calling security, and if they REALLY wanted to help then they could either keep an eye on the kid until security arrived, or find an employ who could leave their stand.  At this point the kid is now 30 ft away from me, and he keeps getting farther.  The ladies realize that they don’t want to be responsible either, and they head towards the water park exit.  When the security guard arrived I told him which way the child was headed, and he went to find the missing child.  Luckily the security guard found him, and was able to bring him to the lost children’s area.  But seriously, fuck those ladies for doing nothing to help, and for yelling at a teenage girl who was trying her best to help.

I wanted to share this story because I want everyone to be aware that amusement park employees are not permitted to touch kids without consent, and that can sometimes make it hard to get young children to safety.  If you see a kid in danger at an amusement park who is refusing to follow an employ PLEASE help.  You won’t get fired for holding a child’s hand, or lifting them up and putting them in a chair, but an employee will.  So please help and listen to the employees.

Tl;Dr:  Middle aged ladies were not willing to offer proactive when they saw a lost child, but yelled at me for not “helping” even though I was trying to follow protocol and keep the child safe at the same time.

Types as People I know IRL

ENFJ: Is one of the nicest person I know, seems to make friends every time she’s in a public place. Has a really hard time saying no to people asking favors to her. Cries a lot, especially when watching animal videos and TV competition shows auditions (golden buzzer moments especially).

ESFJ: Has a creepy way of knowing when you’re not feeling well. Always has comforting words of wisdom. Has very strong belief in their values. She’s the person I go to when I need honest opinion about a subject of just to get some infinite love. Cries a lot too, especially when with ENFJ.

ENFP: Is VERY emotional, can go from butterflies and rainbows to torture chambers and fire pits real fast. Amazing sense of fashion, goes through phases (only wears black, only wears pastel, only shops at thrift stores). Is never at the center of conflict and can always find a way to mend broken bonds. Very intelligent but can make some non-intelligent spontaneous decisions. Acts as though they don’t care what people think but they’re probably the most self-conscious people I know (except for maybe ISFP).

ESFP: Can’t stand doing nothing for more than 5 minutes, has more energy than a 3 year old. Is really fun to argue with but don’t kid yourself, you’ll never win the argument (or you’ll know you’re right but they’ll never acknowledge that). Likes the outdoors and wants to live on a farm later in life.

ENTJ: If incredibly smart but even more hard headed. Cares a lot about people but cares more about their success. Was in all the clubs at school and for good reasons, they’re extraordinary leaders. Has no patience for stupid people or bullshit.

ESTJ: Has a very dark sense of humor and I LOVE it. Has a very astonishing way of always getting what they want. Looks like an introvert until they are seen in a crowd. Would be the person I would want with me during an apocalypse.

ENTP: The comebacks that come out of their mouths are amazing. Could never be bored around them since they’ll find a dark and twisty subject to talk about. Will argue as much as ESFP but will usually be more right and sometimes even admit when they’re wrong. I’ve never seen someone party like an ENTP. Secretly hates people but can’t live without constant interaction with them.

ESTP: I don’t know any ESTPs, guys where are you?

INFJ: You can do nothing with this person, for like 4 hours and feel like you just had a super deep conversation, baked cookies and climbed Mount Everest. Doesn’t talk a lot but when he does it is always the truth. Nobody dislikes INFJ, how could you he’s like that one flower growing in a field of rocks.

ISFJ: Loves books, is afraid of doing extreme sports and things that could be dangerous. Has so much imagination and lives to help others. I have never seen them angry.

INFP: Takes everything so personally, I’m always afraid to say a joke around them. Doesn’t do much, binge watches a lot of Netflix shows and loves politics.

ISFP: They never tell you how they’re really feeling but it doesn’t matter, you can read them like a book. Are very self conscious and seek attention from people. They’re so generous and kind but it’s hard to give back to them. Loves classic rock and old video games, is addicted to sports.

INTJ: I WANT AN INTJ FRIEND SO BAD. I’m pretty sure my chemistry class teacher’s assistant was INTJ but didn’t have the nerve to ask him, he was very passionate about science, over population and the statistic of the online dating world.

ISTJ: Can’t find any of you guys either, sorry…

INTP: YOU GUYS ARE EVERYTHING. I only know one INTP. Right now he’s either on wikipedia, watching educational videos on Youtube or playing some indie video game. INTP looks very socially awkward but is one of the kindest soul I’ve ever met. Talks to me about subjects I know nothing about (politics, economics…) in a way that makes me interested. Plus their vibes are super sexy.

ISTP: Where is your secret hideout, where are you guys hiding?

Warning: These are based on people I know in my life and I don’t expect them to represent everyone who are those types. If you are ESTP, ISTJ or ISTP I’m sorry, from one MBTI addict to another you don’t know how badly I want to meet one of you guys.

The Labyrinth Finale

Originally posted by baebsaes

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU 

Pairing: Reader/Jimin ft. all the members

Length: 4.7k

Summary: Looking back on your past, your life has never been anything out of the ordinary. Although your parents had left you on one mysterious night, leaving you little to no explanations, you live out the rest of your years residing in a new town under the custody of your aunt. That is, until you return to your hometown to investigate the whereabouts of your parents during your senior year in high school. It was that fateful decision that led you to find a boy collapsed on your front porch one night, wounds gaping and life fading when your entire life is spun out of control. Somehow being dragged into a life of crimes in the underground business of his, you discover the twisted secrets hidden behind the world you thought you had known all along. 

1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 Finale


A/N: And here we are! 1 year and 7 months later, we have finally arrived at the final chapter of The Labyrinth. There have been countless times when I just wanted to discontinue this series and quit writing overall because of the lack of an audience, and yet I persevered because this was a story I wanted to tell and it is a work of mine I hold dear to me. But alas, more and more people started to read this massive series, and before I knew it, the reason I continued to write this series was not only for me, but also for you, my readers. So thank you so much, because YOU guys are one of the reasons why I’ve been able to learn the things that I did from writing The Labyrinth. It saddens me that this is where it all ends, but I’d like to take this time to thank you all, those from the beginning, middle, and even future, for the endless support and I love you all so very much. Without further ado, here is the final chapter of The Labyrinth! // 01/29/16 ~ 08/01/17


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Unexpected Detour

Context: My group’s ranger was on a sidequest to get her first animal companion. She had been magically transported to another plane of existence with an ex-nun-rogue, Wilona, who was not a very social person, or a very good nun. While walking through a forest, the two became surrounded by tall elf-like creatures speaking a language they did not understand. The nun tried speaking abyssal, but the strangers did not understand or recognize the language. The ranger, Talia was quick to discover that the strangers spoke common. 

Stranger:  You come from the material plane. What is your purpose here?

Wilona (in abyssal): We came to yiff.

DM: No, you do not get to say that and get away with it. Roll the D-20 to see what language you said that in.

She rolled, and of course, it was a three. 

DM: You said that in Common.

Stranger: To yiff? We are unfamiliar with that term. What does it mean?

Wilona: It’s a church term.

Stranger: It is religious?

Wilona: Yes, it’s a big thing at my church. We yiff 2, 3 times a service. I’m a nun so I actually spend most of my free time thinking about different ways to yiff.

Stranger: I see. This yiffing, does it take place with many people?

Wilona: Sometimes, but with a lot of people yiffing can get confusing.

Stranger (to Talia): Do you partake in the yiffing?

Talia: No! I’m more of a bodyguard. You see-

Wilona: She's lyingwe’ve yiffed together before. It’s an honor.

The strangers ended up helping Wilona and Talia get back to their own plane of existence, but in return they had to show them what yiffing was. They stood in a circle, lit incense, and sang a song to the goddess of the moon. 

Wilona: That was actually a nice service. It’s too bad we told them to call that yiffing.

🌻 How to be happy - for the struggling student  🌻

We all know being a student is hardwork and getting into a bad loop can drastically decrease our happiness; reducing both our positivity and productivity. Here are my tips to improve your happiness!

[disclaimer: I realise due to mental health conditions, it is not as easy as this to over come it but hopefully this will  help] 

Change how you think

  • This sounds hard to do, and it will be at first, but when you catch yourself thinking in a damaging way, about yourself and others, take a step back and reconsider. Instead of thinking “I wish I was as clever as her”, think “I am going to work hard to be as clever as her”. A subtle change in wording can change the way you think to motivate yourself. By turning that negative to a positive, you can vastly improve your life and will soon become second nature.

Healthy body, healthy mind

  • Science has proven exercise releases dopamine, a happiness chemical. Try exercising 5 minutes a day in your room, and increase this if able. Another way is to do a sport. Not only will the physical sport aid you in happiness, meeting new friends with the same outlook will also help. You can also try yoga and other, more relaxing sports. Another thing to focus on is your water and food consumption. Try to have a colourful diet and keep a large water bottle on you at all times and get enough sleep!

Keep busy

  • By having nothing to do, you can easily fall into sadness. To stop this, I recommend to keep busy (please note that you still need personal relaxing time). You can do this by meeting up with a friend, taking up a new hobby such as art, programming, reading, acting or singing. Try to do at least one thing a day. When you get home from school, you might feel like sitting and doing nothing till the next day, but when you realise how much time you actually have, try to do something productive.

Surround yourself with positivity

  • Cut out anything in your life that brings you down. Such things include toxic friends, drama youtubers and reality tv. By doing this, you remove as much negativity in your life as possible and does not fuel any temptations to be sad. Instead, I suggest you to surround yourself with positive people. Some youtubers I recommend are: Doodle date and Drawing with Jazza for art, Unjaded Jade for school and life and Kick the PJ for… weirdness. I find these people exude happiness and don’t drag you into the negatives of life. 

Realise your cleverness does not determine your  worth

  • Nothing, not even a grade on a paper determines your self worth. People are good at different things, but not being the best at something does not mean you are worth less. You as a human, provide a different way of thinking to everyone else and can contribute something that the “best” person can’t. You can strive for perfection, but your worth will always be based on the joy you can bring. It doesn’t matter if you don’t get into your dream school or job because there will always be something better out there for you. A good motto to try to live by is  “Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” - Albert Einstein

Improve others lives

  • By helping others, you will help yourself. You can do this by volunteering. This is usually easiest in the holidays but you can also do it on the weekends or after school. Look up local charities in your area and send them a quick email. I personally volunteered at my local library to talk to the kids about the books they are reading and by encouraging them, I could literally feel myself become happier. I also know many that help in care homes or with disabled children. This gives you the ability to see how important your life is and the change you can make to the world.
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“This is not good. Oh, oh Lord, this is not good at all.”

Bitty peers through the windshield. The snow is falling in curtains now, thick sheets of white that drift down heavy and soft onto the deserted highway. He runs his wipers a few more times, clears the view, then watches as the snow repaints it dot by frigid dot.

He should have known better than to think he could drive up to Massachusetts with a storm approaching. He should have canceled the trip, postponed it, made other plans. But the promise of a real white Christmas had sounded so intriguing, and Larissa had begged him to make the trip.

“You’ll like Samwell,” she’d told him. “It’s pretty sweet.” Which, from Larissa, was the equivalent of singing its praises from the rooftops. And the pictures she sent were so nice – long flowing river, pond, green spaces on the local college campus coated with a dusting of snow.

What he wouldn’t give for a dusting now!  But no, now, he’s stopped by the side of the highway, Samwell a mere two miles away per the last sign he passed, his own fog lamps the only glare in the sea of white outside.

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Distract You

Originally posted by deanjackles

Summary: Reader is in a minor accident and isn’t thrilled about going to the hospital…

Pairing: EMT!Dean x nervous!reader

Word Count: 800ish

Warnings: none

A/N: Quote for this one was, “Little pinch, sweetheart. You’re okay.”…


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matchmaker - fionn whitehead

requested(?): yes!

“Hey love! I’ve got a request here for a Fionn imagine where the reader is a dear friend of Harry’s and he kinda plays matchmaker by setting Fionn and her up on a ‘blind date’. They’re both apprehensive to agree to the plan, but Harry eventually persuades them and things go a lot smoother than expected. Thank you in advance! xo”

word count: 1079

Harry notices similar qualities between his two mates, and so he takes it upon himself to bring the two together.


You had been friends with Harry for over a year now, as you met through mutual friends at a party. Harry and you immediately bonded over the stupidity of your drunk friends, as Harry knew how to handle his drinks and you were the designated driver. Although you did hit it off, it was more of a brotherly relationship rather than romantic, as he loved treating you like a child throughout the party, since you were only 19 at the time. By the end of the night, you had heard the nickname ‘youngling’ way too many times, but you couldn’t help but smile at him as he was such a charming man. An exchange of numbers led to a friendship that consisted of countless karaoke sessions, and multiple late nights sipping coffee in rustic cafes, talking away for hours.

Harry had just started the press tour for Dunkirk, when he realized one of the reasons him and Fionn got on so well. Aside from Fionn being a humble and talented actor, he reminded Harry a lot of you. From the way you both were a bit more reserved, which made it easy for both of you to give Harry your undivided attention whenever he spoke, how you two were some of the most well spoken people he knew, and not to mention the way you were both sarcastic little shits who couldn’t help but constantly take the piss out of Harry. When him and Fionn were waiting for their next interview, Harry got a text from you. 

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I’ll Be Seeing You

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Characters: Bucky x reader

Summary: You lost your vision at a young age due to an infection in your brain and you’ve coped with it well. You’re a successful professor at a local university, casually making your way down the hall when your friend and college Helen Cho introduces you to Bucky. You grow close over several months of late night coffee and the occasional stay in your apartment, but Bucky doesn’t want to tell you who he really is in fear of scaring you off. What happens when a miracle procedure might give you back your sight?

Warnings: light swearing, blind!reader (for most of it), bad editing sorry

Words: 4726

A/N: Okay before you read this, I am not blind, I do not know anyone who is blind and therefore this is my BEST ATTEMPT to write from the perspective of someone who is visually impaired. Please don’t be too hard on this. 


It’s amazing just how much of someone you can see when you can’t actually see them.

Your day started out like it always did; with the sound of your alarm blaring in your ear. You reached out to tap at your phone screen, one, two, three times until you finally hit the correct place that disabled the alarm.

The wind whistled outside and you heard the patter of rain outside of your small apartment. It must be horrible weather outside, you thought to yourself. You pulled the covers of your bed off of your body and sat up, dangling your feet over the edge of the mattress. 

You propped yourself out of your bed’s compound, feeling along the wall to find the door so you could walk out of your bedroom. Once you’d managed to exit your room, you traced your hand along the walls of the hallways until your fingers caught on a doorway, you turned right.

Your life had been like this for as long as you could remember. You’d lost your sight when you about three years old due to a rare brain infection that the doctors caught a few days too late. It wasn’t all too troubling to you know, you were in your late twenties and had a wonderful job working as an assistant professor at a local university. 

You were happy, every piece of your life seemed to be falling into place… Except of course for love.

You’d been single for so long you almost forgot what it was like to feel someone’s tight and loving embrace or how attached you can get to the smell of someone you love.

So many people had set you up on blind dates - and so many people had made the blind date joke - that every time a friend brought up a ‘wonderful guy’ they knew, you’d shut it down instantly. The blatant truth about every man you’d gone out with on those set ups was this; no one wanted to date the blind girl.

You’d all but given up as you attended friend’s weddings and baby showers, some of them. Perhaps you weren’t cut out for that kind of life, or at least that’s what you told yourself.

As you went through the motions of making coffee that you’d all but memorized, you felt the empty space of the base of your left ring finger and sighed heavily. 

You drank your coffee in silence, your mind drifting off to the possible face of whoever Mr. Right might be, not that you’d ever see it for yourself.

When you made it back to your closet in your room, you peeled off your sleep shirt, feeling the hangers that hung in your closet for the braille lettering that told you what was hung there.

mom’s favourite dress’

That one you remembered the texture of, it was soft and lightweight but felt beautiful on. You decided that this would be perfect.

You put it on, walking back to your front door and feeling inside the drawers to grab for a pair of flats, which you found instantly by their feel.

You slipped them on and took your keys from the hook that you felt on your right, waiting for the familiar honk of a horn signifying your ride was here. When you heard the sound, you reached forward and grasped the cool metal of the door knob, twisting it and pulling it open, making sure to grab your long cane before you walked out.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” A voice, which you recognized as your co-professor, Helen Cho said.

“Hey!” You said as you felt the padlock for the keyhole, locking it and turning to walk down your porch towards the sound of the idling car.

You felt your cane hit the car lightly, so you felt along the smooth metal surface until you found the handle, opening it and getting inside.

The smell of the mint car air freshener hit your noise rather violently when you entered, but you got used to it after a while.

“Big day today.” Helen said as you began moving.

“Why’s that?” You asked.

“I managed to convince Banner to come and give a lecture on gamma rays.”

“Are you serious?” You gasped. You knew Helen worked for some high end clientele from time to time and only really took up the co prof job because she needed to be busy, but you didn’t know she had that much pull.

“Uh huh.” She said.

“Holy hell.” You mustered, “So we don’t even have to lecture today?”

“Nope, we push everything back for tomorrow.”

“It’s like a day off.” You laughed.


“And so, gamma radiation acts as an invasive form of…”

You had been zoning back in and out of Banner’s lecture, not that it really mattered anyways. It had been about a half hour so you excused yourself, taking your cane and making your way back out into the hallway to take a small walk to stretch your legs. 

You’d made it about halfway down the familiar hallway when you heard a very unfamiliar voice accompanying that of Helen Cho.

“I know it’s hard for you being here, but I figured it would be good for you to meet her, I mean you’re perfect for each other- Oh, hello, (Y/N). Bored of the lecture already?” Helen’s voice said.

“Not that Banner isn’t a wonderful public speaker,” You mused, “But gamma radiation isn’t new for me. Nothing to learn really.”

“I figured as much,” She laughed, “Oh, this is-”

“Bucky.” The voice said.

Bucky had extended his hand shake yours but Helen nudged him and nodded down at the white cane you held in your hand and he understood, his face flushing bright red.

“Okay everyone, I’m blind not stupid.” You laughed, sensing what he’d done based on an immeasurable amount of experience and the awkward silence.

“It’s nice to meet you.” You said, extending your own hand out, which he took.

His hands were warm and rough and calloused, large palms and long fingers but comfortingly so.

“And you.” He replied, something along the lines of shock in his tone, but you shrugged it away. 

“Well, I’ll let you to get back to it.” You said, quickly dismissing yourself and turning to walk back down the hall when Helen stopped you.

“Wait!” 

You turned back around.

“Bucky and I were going to go out for drinks later tonight, I figured you might want to join?”

You hesitated, social outings weren’t your thing, and Helen knew that.

“Or maybe just coffee?” She rephrased.

“Sure, if you want to meet at my place around 9?”

“God, you are such a nightowl.” Helen laughed.

“Yes or no, dearest, it’s not that hard.” You chided her.

“We’ll be there.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later. Nice meeting you Bucky.”

You finished your day quickly and thanked Helen when she dropped you back off at your apartment, ignoring the ‘wear something nice’ comment she made. You knew she was saying was ‘wear something nice because Bucky is going to be there’, but you didn’t say anything about it.

You didn’t know Bucky, you weren’t looking to impress him. If he turned out to be a great guy after tonight and you saw each other again, maybe you’d consider the whole ‘looking really good’ thing, but not yet. You didn’t want to put that much effort into an appearance that you couldn’t even appreciate yourself.

You made yourself a quick dinner. An aspect of your life that seemed to shock everyone around you was how well you coped independently. You were able to do almost everything by yourself based on muscle memory, hearing, scent, and a little intuition. 

By the time you politely asked siri what time it was, it was around 8:30. You decided to change into a pair of jeans and a soft knit sweater, your favourite one.

You let your hair down from its fastened bun, loose curls hitting your face softly.

A sound of a car door slamming made you slowly make your way to the front door of your flat. You instantly noted that it wasn’t the same sound of slam as Helen’s car.

A buzzer went off and you pressed the button at the door, “Who is it?” You asked.

“It’s Bucky.” The voice answered, and you remembered him by the sound.

You liked his voice a lot, it was rough and a bit patchy, but low and smooth sounding somehow.

You unlocked your door and swung it open.

“Hi.” You greeted him, stepping to the side to allow him in.

“Helen sort of bailed.” He admitted, and you noticed that his voice still came from in front of you meaning he hadn’t entered in yet.

This was another schemed date attempt on Helen’s part and you only now figured it out. You mentally cursed yourself for not being wise enough to see through it.

“I just figured I’d swing by and tell you, you probably don’t want to spend the night with a total stranger.” You heard him take a few steps back.

“Well, who said that?” You asked, as if your words came out faster than you could process.

There was something about this man that you liked quite a lot, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. He had an aura about him that you found relaxing.

“The coffee pot is already on, I won’t be able to drink it all by myself.” You said with a smile.

“Alright.” He replied and you felt the wind brush by you as his large frame made it’s way past you.

“Make yourself at home.” You said, moving back into the kitchen once you’d closed the door, “How do you take coffee?”

“Just black would be wonderful.” He said as you waited to hear him sit down on the couch, but no such sound came, “Can I help with anything?”

“Gosh no, sit your ass down.” You laughed, and were overjoyed to hear him do the same.

“Okay, okay.” He said, his footsteps moving back to the living room where he sat on the couch.

You poured the coffee into mugs and carried them out to where Bucky was, knowing he was on the couch. You handed one to him, slightly to the side but close enough that he could reach it, then made your way over to sit beside him.

“So since it’s now just the two of us, I suppose I should get to know you.” You said.

“Suppose so.” You felt him shift uncomfortably, which made you feel like you needed to back off ever so slightly.

“Unless of course you don’t want to.” You added.

“No, it’s alright. i just don’t usual talk much about myself.” He said.

Bucky wanted to open up to you, just like he wanted to open up to anyone, but you seemed incredibly sweet based on what he’d heard from Helen, and you seemed to not know his history quite yet, so he was unsure about the whole thing.

“Well, you can ask me things and I’ll answer, and if you feel alright with it, you can answer too.” You suggested, sipping your coffee.

“That’s great.” Bucky smiled at your compromise.

For nearly two hours, Bucky asked you a multitude of questions about yourself stemming from what your favorite food was all the way to how old you were when you went blind. After a while, he told you that he wanted you to ask him a few questions, so you asked him all about his childhood and where he grew up.

Brooklyn was a great place, he explained to you, full of really great people. You loved listening to the sound of his words when you knew a smile appeared on his face, it made everything sound sweeter from his lips.

You were beginning to really like Bucky, you felt a strong bond with him that you hadn’t felt in a long while, and you were enjoying every second of time you spent with him.

“Alright, can I ask you one more thing?” You inquired as a fit of laughter bubbled back down from your chest.

“‘Course.”

“What’s your favourite colour and why?”

“Hmm,” He pondered, “Blue. It’s really calming. Plus it matches my eyes.”

You nodded your head with a laugh, “I wish I knew what colours looked like.”

What you said nearly broke Bucky’s heart, he’d answered the question so nonchalantly.

“I thought you lost sight at three.” He said.

“I did, but even before then I was completely colour blind.”

“Oh,” He said, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” You said, “I asked the question because it’s always interesting for me to hear what different people answer… I’ve always felt like I’d like blue as well.”

“Yeah?” He asked, “Why so?”

“Everyone always says it’s calming, or cool, or reminds them of the ocean. It sounds pretty.”

Bucky stared at you in amazement as a thoughtful smile played on your lips.

“Can I ask you something else?” He said.

“Yeah.”

“How do you recognize people?” He whispered.

“Most of it is by voices, or smells,” You explained, “And if I’m close with someone, I usually memorize their face.”

“Memorize their face?”

“Here, like this.” You said, setting your cup down and reaching your fingertips forward until they landed on his cheeks gently. Your one hand moved to his brow, the other down to his brush over his nose. 

You noticed that he’d tensed when you’d first touched him, but seemed to relax a bit more as your moved you hands along him gingerly.

Your fingers brushed down the stubble that dotted his face, moving down to the strong jawline that lay beneath it. Your other hands moved to brush over his closed eyelids, feeling the long eyelashes under them. The thumb that rested by his jaw went to trace ever so gently along upper lip, then back along his lower. You couldn’t help but noticed the cool air pass by your thumb as he sucked in a breath at your touch.

He felt so handsome, and the conversations that you’d had over the past hour only made you more attracted to him.

“Keep your eyes closed and try to do the same to my face.” You suggested, breaking the silence.

In a moment, you felt one hand reach out and press to your cheek, a thumb tracing its way from your brow down to your nose and lips, resting on your bottom lip much like you had to him.

A sigh came from him as you pressed a small kiss to the pad of his thumb. He couldn’t quite comprehend how sweet you’d been with him, but he wasn’t going to question it not even for a second.

“You should try two hands.” You said, but Bucky looked down at the hand he wasn’t using, the ugly metal limb, and told you he could get by on just using one.

Your index finger made a trail from his chin down his throat and along his adam’s apple, which caused him to swallow rather hard. You knew the impact that you were having on him and it was something that you were proud of.

When your finger made it’s way back up to his lips, Bucky knew he was done for. You were possibly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and feeling your touch like this was intoxicating.

“One more question.” He whispered.

“Okay.” You said, enjoying the way his lip felt as it moved under you thumb when he spoke.

“Can I please kiss you?”

This time, you didn’t reply with words, you simply leaned in and kissed him, your lips replacing the spot where your thumb had been. You had never kissed anyone quite like that before, so full of passion. It was as if Bucky was kissing you like he hadn’t been kissed in a long time, and like he worried he might never get the chance again.

When Bucky left that night, you pecked him on the lips again quickly, and he assured you that he’d be in touch. 

 mjjm  xHe kept to his word, calling the next day and setting up another late night coffee date. It continued this was for a good few months, each other you getting together multiple times a week to talk, or listen to music, drinking various kinds of coffee all the while. There were times when he’d even stay the night.

The dangerous part of it all was that Bucky knew he was falling in love with you, but he still didn’t know how to tell you who he was. It scared him so badly because he knew you couldn’t love someone like him. A girl like you, with a beautiful heart who brought smiles to the faces of everyone she met, would never fall in love with him.

It was on one night when he was over at your place that he noticed you seemed different. He tried to shrug it off, to get you to laugh, but you wouldn’t.

Fearing the worst, he asked you what was wrong.

“There’s this trial,” You said, “A doctor called me saying I was eligible to be apart of it. They think they can reboot the part of my brain that causes my blindness. They think they can get me to see, again.” You said, your eyes filling with tears of an emotion Bucky couldn’t recognize.

“That’s great, doll!” He said, rubbing your shoulders.

“I know it is, I’m just terrified of the whole thing.” You admitted, “I’ve lived almost my whole life like this.”

“I know, darlin’, but there’s so much out there that you’re missin’.”

“Can I ask you another question?” You said.

“Of course you can.”

“Can you wait during the procedure? They told me if there was someone I wanted with me, they could wait there and come in afterwards.”

Bucky was shocked that you’d want him there, but he agreed with his whole heart, promising he’d take you there himself.

“I want you to be the first face I see.” You said with a smile.

Bucky had never heard anything so beautiful in his life, so he leaned in to kiss you with everything he had, unable to reply with words.

“I love you.” He blurted out.

You, shocked as anything, pulled away from him. Bucky knew he’d messed up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t-” He began but you shushed him.

“I love you too.”

“What?” He asked.

“I love you too.” You repeated.

“(Y/N).” He whispered, pressing his lips back to yours again.

As happy as he was to hear it, he knew that he needed to tell you who he was. If he was going to lose you, then he needed to put himself through it now and not when you put the pieces together yourself.

“I need to tell you something.” He said between feverish kisses.

“Alright.” You said, still keeping up with the kissing.

“I’m not who you think I am.” He said, trying to slow you down.

“What does that mean?” You said, pressing another peck to his lips.

“I’m not- I did- I’m-”

“You’re James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier?” You deadpanned and Bucky’s jaw dropped, “C’mon, did you think I didn’t know? We met through Helen who doesn’t talk about it, but works with the Avengers, you never stand to my right which means you avoid touching me with your left side, and when you talk about your childhood, it’s painstakingly obvious that you didn’t grow up in the 90′s like most people my age.”

“You knew?”

“I didn’t until the first night you stayed over.” You told him truthfully.

You squeezed his hand when you felt him shift uncomfortably at the memory. Bucky had a terrible nightmare when he’d slept on the couch of your flat one night, and you had to sprint out of your bed to wake him.

Managing to find him, you’d shaken his shoulder gently, pleading for him to wake up until you’d felt him jolt upright.

He asked your name and you explained to him that he’d had a nightmare. You’d instantly sensed his embarrassment as he apologized for waking you, but you were having none of it. 

You knew him well enough at that point to know that he was all talk when he was trying to convince you he’d fall back asleep just fine. You told him to come sleep in your room, and he stammered out what sounded like a dismissal.

Eventually, after telling him you’d hold your breath until he agreed, he caved. You walked him back to your bed, where he laid next to you  and held your hand all night.

Bucky might never tell you, but he got the best sleep of his life that night.

“You knew?” He asked again.

“Yes, and none of it means a damn thing to me.” 

You kissed him again with a burning passion, tongues dancing against one another as opened mouths melded together.

He’d never felt love like this in his life, and neither had you.


“I’m really scared.” You said as you sat in the gurney of the hospital a few weeks after yours and Bucky’s love confession.

“I know, doll, but it’s gonna go great. I’ll be right there when you wake up.” You felt Bucky’s stubble rub against your cheek as he pressed a kiss to it.

“That is the only thing keeping me from losing my mind.” You mustered a small laugh.

You reached forward with both hands, silently asking him to hold them. You felt his right hand grasp your left, leaving your free hand empty.

“Buck…” You whispered, and he reluctantly held your other hand in his left.

You’d assured him that you liked the arm, it was cold and solid and you loved to press your hand to it and feel the plates rotate when he moved. You saw beauty in its mechanics.

“Is it bad that I’m nervous too?” Bucky asked.

“Not really, I will be seeing your face for the first time.”

“You’re not gonna call me ugly are you?”

You burst out laughing, “I know you’re not ugly.”

“Oh yeah? How so?”

“I’ve felt your face.”

“Huh, you can tell by that?” He asked.

“Oh, yes,” You replied, “You’re far from ugly.”

A small laugh passed his lips, and you felt your heart flutter. You loved his laugh so much that it had quickly become your favourite sound on the planet, right in front of the almost unnoticeable sound of the vibranium plates in his arm shifting about late at night when he shifted in his sleep.

“Ms. (Y/L/N)?” You heard the door open and shut closed as someone entered the room.

“Yes?” You asked.

“We’re ready for you now.”

Bucky kissed your forehead as you were wheeled into the operating room, holding your one hand tightly and whispering words of comfort until he was told that he couldn’t go any further with you.

“I love you.” You said, receiving a peck on the lips.

“I love you too.” He said back, “I’ll be waiting.”

“I’ll see you after.”

“Yes, you will.”

You felt his hand slowly retreat as they wheeled you into the room and strapped you down with IVs and God knows what else. When you felt a mask go over your face and you were instructed to count downwards from ten, you enjoyed your last few seconds of darkness before you went under.


When you woke you couldn’t see a thing, which alarmed you to an extent that is completely indescribable.

“Ms. (Y/L/N), you’re up.” A woman said, “The procedure was a success.” 

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

“You have a wrap covering your eyes, we needed to shield them because they’re quiet fresh at the whole seeing thing, but you can take it off whenever you’re ready.” Her sweet voice said.

“Bucky.”

“I beg your pardon?” She asked.

“There’s a man named Bucky out there, can you send him in?”

“Of course.”

Bucky was in the room within seconds of hearing his name being called, he knew it meant you were awake and that you were ready to see him.

He was ushered into the room and saw you sitting up in the bed, clad in a hospital gown, a white bandage wrapping around your eyes.

Upon hearing the door close, you called out to him, and he was by your side in an instant.

“Hey, doll.” He said, pressing kisses to every part of your face.

“Hi, Bucky.” You said.

You let out a loud sigh and paused for a moment before instructing him to sit down on the bed in front of you.

“May I?” He asked tentatively and you knew he must be talking about the wrap. 

You nodded slowly and allowed him to unravel it until it was completely gone. Your eyes were still closed, but the light that had filtered in through your eyelids made you gasp slightly.

You weren’t ready to open your eyes, not yet.  A wave of panic set in and you couldn’t help but feel tears begin to fall.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Bucky said, his fingers wiping away your crying, “This is all extremely overwhelming for you.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for this.” You cried.

Bucky bit his lip and tried his best to imagine what this could possibly feel like, but he could barely comprehend. Then he remembered the first night that he was over.

“Here.” He said, reaching for your hands and placing them on his face, “Feel for now until you want to see.”

You nodded furiously, trying to keep your hands from shaking profusely as your fingers mapped out the face that you knew so well. 

You felt a flesh hand reach up and trace along your cheek. Bucky had closed his eyes and done the same thing as he had before, except this time after about a minute, he added the other hand, the cool metal of his fingers brushing along your lips.

“I love you.” You whispered, a desperate cry from your mouth.

“I love you too.”

You listened to his breathing, the sound that brought you comfort in the night when he slept next to you, and willed yourself to open your eyes.

Your eyes fluttered open and an unpleasing light filtered in, but your main focus was on the face in front of you. His eyelashes were long against his cheeks as he held them closed, his jaw strong, lips plump.

A sharp cry came your mouth, your hands pulling away from his face as his eyes shot open to see you.

The intense colour of his eyes was something that took your breath away, you’d never experienced anything like it before. You decided that no matter what, that shade of blue would always be your favourite.

You began to sob, tight choking racking your chest as the overwhelming nature of seeing the man you love for the first time - and seeing much of anything at all - hit you hard.

Bucky pulled you into an embrace, holding you like his life depended on it. His heart was so full of love and care for you that he didn’t give a damn if your tears were soaking his shoulder.

Bucky held you for what felt like forever until your cries had softened. When you left, Bucky showed you every beautiful thing he could think of; fireworks, blossom trees, sunsets. He loved to see you light up when you saw something new.

He made a pact to show you every beautiful thing that the world could offer, but you assured him that the most beautiful thing you’d ever laid eyes on was him. And he’d shrug it off, but on the nights when you’d stay awake and stare at him, absorbing every little detail, you knew that it was absolutely the truth.

Bucky was amazed by you with or without your sight, because either way you loved him, either way you held him on the nights he couldn’t sleep, either way you were the one he’d run to if anything went wrong.

Either way, you were the only one who had ever taken the time to truly see him for who he was, and his heart beat for you and only you.

Dodged Bullet

warnings: violence, blood, mentions of a panic attack

pairing: peter parker x reader

words: 2,191

request: yooo I love your Spider-Man fics and idk if youre still taking requests but… I was wondering if you would be up for a hurt/comfort prompt? I’ve read a few where the reader takes care of peter but I’d really like to see one that’s the other way around?  (ex. reader gets hurt in the crossfire of a mission, being in the wrong place at the wrong time etc.) you super don’t have to but either way your fics are rad. keep up the good word!!!

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Deadly Sins- Envy

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

Relationship: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Reader’s jealous ex who despises Peter Parker for dating the Reader follows them after school. A turn of events happens when Peter’s girlfriend life is on the line.

Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL.Angst?

Word Count: 2,000

*A/N: I’m transitioning from Wattpad so this is how I type my fics.. Hope you guy’s like my writing style. I know most people do [Y/N] but I normally don’t but in the future I’ll try it :,) Pls don’t roast me /.\ I also tried making it long, sorry if it’s too long 0.0 Like I said I’m used to writing longer stuff..

One of the worst sins to have is Pride. Yet the most dangerous ones come from our inner turmoils. Envy can lead towards many other feelings causing you to do something you’ll regret. Jealousy causes you to feel like your body is on fire and you have to act immediately to set out the fire. Sometimes we can never settle the fire inside of us..

The fire was raging in Quarterback Mason Larson. It’s been ablaze since he had just been broken up with for low life Peter Parker. His girlfriend of two months ended it with him to be with that nerd. She claimed that Mason was too jealous for her liking. He was going to find out why she liked this Parker kid so much…

[Reader’s POV]

“You look different…. dating Penis Parker definitely has changed you” Mason seethes gripping on your wrist. You had one of Peter’s science shirts on cause it was like you had a piece of him whenever he’s away.

“Let go of me Mason,move on with your life!” you shout in protest trying to get your hand back. You just wanted to wait for Peter after school like a normal girlfriend. Yet you get bothered by your Envy filled Ex-Boyfrined.

“You’re my girl so no I won’t let you go” His voice raising causing people’s heads to turn. Great this jackass was going to cause a scene..

“Hey baby, there you are!” Peter’s voice catches your attention. Your eyes flicking in his direction. His eyes glance at your hand twitching in Mason’s tight grasp.

“Sorry I’m late, had to finish up with the group over the topics for the next competition” Peter swiftly twists Mason’s wrist and kicking his feet from under him. You let out a yelp when Mason’s nails scratch you. Peter immediately  catches you before you fall backwards on the ground.

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