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Among the Crowd (Soulmate AU)

Summary: Soulmates’ worlds go from black and white to colors when they are in the same room for the first time. Bucky is a famous actor in the middle of a convention, trying to find his soulmate, you.

Word Count: 2,232

A/N: This is a re-write of a Dean W. fic and I hope you all like it :D 

Originally posted by v-writings


Bucky took a swig of water, tightening the cap on the bottle before setting it to the side. His meet-and-greet was about to start. He could hear the bustling of the crowd right outside the door and took a deep breath. Alongside him was Clint, a co-star.

“You doing okay, buddy?” asked Clint, eyes concerned as he placed a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

Bucky smiled. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

After a few minutes, Nat Romanoff and Sam Wilson took their seats next to each other and the writer of the show, Bucky’s oldest friend, Steve Rogers, emerged from behind the black curtain that had been put up behind the actors.

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Sade Smols

I always scoffed at the local legend about the tiny people who lived in our town. That’s what the adults talked about when we were growing up - the little helpers who lived in the cracks and crevices of homes who scared away bugs and cleaned up crumbs. I never saw one. No one I knew did. But still, people talked about them as if they were there, like modern fairies.

This morning, I woke up to one sitting on my pillow, deftly cleaning a puddle of drool off my pillowcase.

He seemed as startled as I was.

“It’s okay,” he assured me.

I was surprised how loud and clear his voice was, as he was only four inches tall.

“I’m Sade Smols,” he said. “I’ve been cleaning here for the last six months.”

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I love my city, and I’ve been sick to my stomach all day knowing that it was attacked by a ‘Muslim’. Manchester is the most multi-cultural and accepting city, and it hurts that someone would do this. And it hurts that people might think that I condone it. I work in a hospital. One of the hospitals where some of the injured are being treated, and the atmosphere is very obviously tense. Everybody, patients and staff alike are deeply aggrieved. I know they probably can’t help but associate me with it in some way, and that really affects me. I’m just sick of this. My thoughts have been with the young people and children who lost their lives way too soon. I hope their families and friends find the strength to go on. I hope our beautiful city recovers from this horrible wound.

anonymous asked:

Ok but you guys comparing how big your hands are on your first date and then he ends up holding your hand and kissing it to test the waters before kiss you

“So small!” 

He sounds positively appalled but he’s smiling delightedly as he looks at where your hand is with his stretched wide in comparison.

“It’s not that small!” 

You laugh softly and stretch your fingers out as wide as they’ll go, but their spread is still dwarfed by his. Any size hand would look small next to his, though, you think. He’d effortlessly juggled his wallet, car keys, and two bottles of water before (one for him and one for you, “F’you want it…”), and that’s no small feat. 

“Very small,” he shakes his head, but he’s speaking quietly and warmly. “C’mere, lookit.” 

Your stomach flips a bit when he grabs your hands gently and picks them up. His thumbs run along the backs of your knuckles before he turns them over in the same fashion and spreads his palm out against yours. The length of your fingers are no match for his, and you lean against his hands momentarily. “See?” he asks, still smiling slightly. “Tiny little things they are.”

You pout a bit but the corner of your mouth is still lifted in the faintest of smirks. Neither one of you makes a move to break the contact, and you absorb the warm feeling of his skin against yours. His hands are strong, and the very pads of his fingers, which you’ve crept up to touch, are slightly calloused from the guitar, but not in a way that feels unpleasant. Suddenly, his fingers slip between yours and he closes them gently around your hands and he’s got a warm look in his eyes as if to ask is this ok?

He must find all the confirmation he needs somewhere, because he pulses his grip a bit before lifting your locked hands and passing the softest of kisses over your knuckles. He does it on one hand and then the other and you’ve got that fluttery feeling in your stomach that’s all excitement and a little bit of nerves, and he bites his lip just a little bit before he tilts his head and ducks in quickly to share that first kiss. The pressure is soft at first, but when he readjusts a bit he pushes more firmly. You sigh gently, that fluttery feeling increased tenfold, and you unwind your fingers from his only to wrap them around his neck, and those big ol’ hands of his press against your back to draw you in and keep you close.

anonymous asked:

7!!! For the Drabble list , cutest way for Shawn to ask his so to move in with him 😊

7. “Could you be happy here with me?”

a/n: i’m crying holy fuck also idk how to end things lmao soz


After a long time of waiting for Shawn to finish his tour, you finally get to fly up to Toronto to see his new condo. 

“So yeah, this is the kitchen and the living room, this is my studio in here and then that’s a guest bedroom, and, finally, this is the master bedroom.” He tells you as he leads you through his new space. When he opens the door to the master, you waltz right in and throw yourself onto the bed, making the fluffy comforter ruffle and the pillows bounce.

“This is a sweet place, babe! Look at you being all adult!” You tease, throwing a pillow at him, which he catches before hopping onto the bed next to you. “You should get like… a fish… or something, you know. So it’s not so empty.”

Shawn laughs and rolls over to look at you on the bed, so you mimic him. He reaches for your waist and pulls you closer to him, so that you are chest to chest and nose to nose.

“I’m glad you’re here with me for the first night of my new adulthood.” He whispers to you with a little breathy laugh at the end. You smile and lift your lips to kiss him on the nose.

“Me too.” You whisper back, and you nuzzle into his chest.

“So, you really like the place?” He asks you, pulling away a little to see your reaction.

You nod your head, “I love it! It’s very… Shawn. I think you’re gonna be really happy here.”

“Do you think…” He starts, but he stops himself. “Could you be happy here with me?”

You perk up from your cozy position in his arms and flip onto your stomach, leaning up on your forearms.

“Do you mean…?” you ask, not sure what he is implying.

“What if this wasn’t just my place? What if it was yours, too?” He asks, struggling to meet your eyes.

A small smile appears on your lips. “You mean like… move in here?”

He finally connects your gaze with his and he nods shyly. “I mean, you’re going to be here all the time, and we’ve already designated the spot for your toothbrush, and half the things you wear are mine anyways, so we wouldn’t have to worry about there not being enough closet space…I just want you with me all the time.”

You bite your lip before leaning close to Shawn and pressing your lips to his.

“So is that a yes?” He asks when he finally pulls back from your kiss. You nod your head and kiss him again to give him your answer.

Serenity

Summary: In which Sam is the best source of serenity after a long day of work.

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 2,558

A/N : Happy birthday to a sweetheart with a heart of gold @avengerofyourheart. Anika, chatting with you makes my day on the regular and I love that we’re able to fangirl over so many shows together. I also love that you trusted me enough to accept my Brooklyn 99 and Pitch recommendations and got around to watching both shows. You’re amazing and I hope you’re having a wonderful day! 

Originally posted by amerikatee

After a long day of work, the last thing you want to do is climb up three flights of stairs to get to you apartment. On most days, you’re able to view the trek as a welcome challenge, but today it’s nothing more than a burden. An unavoidable one since you made the godforsaken mistake of moving into an apartment without an elevator. Your friends warned you that this day would come and you didn’t listen. You have no one to blame but yourself for being stuck in this situation.

You’ve watched a myriad of shows and movies where characters were forced to endure all kinds of unspeakable torture at the hands of villains. Not one of those torture tactics ever included having someone walk up some stairs after spending a full day at work. When you make it to the second floor, you decide that you’re going to pass on this new idea to anyone who wants to listen. Forget about tying someone up in chains or sticking their head in ice-cold water - a flight of stairs and tired feet are easily one of the most dangerous combinations.

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Their brow furrowed, watching as their rival shrank more and more into themselves. “What’s up with you?” They muttered over the yelling.

“I don’t like conflict. It makes my stomach squeeze.”

They blinked, not expecting that confession. “You argue with me all the time.” Did that make them feel bad too? They hadn’t-

- Their rival glanced over. “That’s different. We’re not actually fighting.”

anonymous asked:

are you capable of drawing girls that aren't sexualized to all hell/have big boobs, large hips, and stick thin stomaches? doesn't seem like it

Sure I can. It’s rude to word it like that. It’s true that I typically draw one female body type over others. I usually draw other body types for commissions, art trades or giftart. I’m using my personal time to draw what I want. Pay me, and I’ll draw what you want to see.
As an artist, I have chosen to draw my exaggerated female bodies as a staple of my style. Squeenie, being the most overly sexualized and exaggerated OC of mine. I find it a lot of fun to draw her. I’m allowed to use my skill however I see fit. I know that my personal art won’t appeal to everybody and that’s excellent! I am only one in a sea of artists!! There has to be an artist that draws stuff that fits your exact taste! I’m obviously not one of them!
I don’t see it as a problem to be able to draw the things that make me happy. I’m not going to change it for free because of bitter comments about it. No talent is ever wasted, don’t pressure artists to feel that they are wasting their potential because they don’t fit your standards. Support them or ignore them. That simple.
I hope that you have a goo day!

Lord of Thorns (Final Chapter)

This is our Last Chapter together, babes, thank you for coming along this crazy journey with me!
This Chapter starts out rough, but I promise it gets better.

Catch up on the ADDITIONAL CHAPTERS HERE

Thanks to everyone for reading and commenting and filling my ask box, I love my readers!!

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“You loved him.” Harry said in disbelief, the gun hanging loosely from his hand. “He was hideous, soulless, literally the scary stories we tell the children, and you loved him. How could you love him and not me?”

“Why would you do this?” Peter asked, shaking his head in shock. “How could you– Harry why? Why? So what if I loved him? So what? We were happy here, by ourselves, and you ruined it. You ruined everything. Why? Because I don’t want you? Did you think killing my–my– did you think taking him from me would change my mind about you?”

“I was trying to rescue you.” Harry said, narrowing his eyes. “You should be thanking me. I can all this way to save you and you’re acting like a brat.”

Peter stared, just stared at him in complete disbelief. “No you weren’t trying to rescue me! You have this crazy idea that I’ll ever want you and I won’t!” His voice rose as he got angrier. “You weren’t here to rescue me! You were just being vengeful.” Peter snapped. “You think I should thank you? I should throw you over that balcony and let your body rot on the–”

He stopped talking abruptly when something like a windstorm swept through the room, the curtains blowing wildly, the lighter pieces of furniture shifting and sliding over the floors.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked nervously, and Peter wiped at his eyes.

“You pissed the castle off.” He said, and smiled just the tiniest bit. “You made them mad.”

“Made who mad?” Harry demanded.

The Master is gone.
Harry jerked back when the voices filled the room, their volume nearly to screeching.
The Prince is dead. You took him from us!
The intruder took our Prince!
You will die for this!

“What the fuck is going on?” Harry ducked, when the voices grew louder, seeming to swirl around him. The wind got stronger, louder, howling through the room. Books were being ripped off the shelves, drawers opening and closing on the dresser, the covers from the bed being jerked into the air and sent flying. “Pete what is this? What is this??”

“The castle is cursed, Harry.” Peter hunched his shoulders against the storm, watching Harry flailing his arms around, trying to push away the noise. The voices were screaming, cursing at Harry, and he backed away, but they followed, pushing him towards the balcony as he tried to get away. “And you pissed them off.”

“Pete make them stop!” Harry yelled. “Make them stop! Peter!”

You will die for this
Look away young master
He will die for this
You don’t want his death staining your soul
The Master needs your pure heart so we will do it
Look away look away
He will die for this and all he did to you
Look away

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anonymous asked:

Jake.. Buddy, how are you after all this so far...?

Jake: Numb. I don’t know what to do with my hands. I can pace as much as I want but I’ve torn a hole in my jeans from picking at them.
Jake: We haven’t heard anything about him. I should’ve been there for him, I should’ve been there to help him, I should’ve taken him to my house as soon as I saw that scar on his stomach…
Jake: I should’ve loved him when I had the chance.

So I have stretch marks on my stomach because I’m… A thick girl and 2 years ago I came to terms with that I will always have them and I shouldn’t be ashamed of my stretch marks and since they’re on my body I named them. I call them Carl. They’re all named Carl.

psychic: *read my mind*

me: coming out of my cage and i’ve been doing just fine gotta gotta be down because i want it all it started out with a kiss how did it end up like this it was only a kiss it was only a kiss now i’m falling asleep and she’s calling a cab while he’s having a smoke and she’s taking a drag now they’re going to bed and my stomach is sick and it’s all in my head but she’s touching his chest now he takes off her dress now let me go

psychic: what the fuck

*Meanspo*

I’ve never really tried this but here it goes.

Look at you, you fat ass. I can’t believe you STILL look this gross. Remember when this all started and you said you would finally lose weight? Well clearly you haven’t because you’re still so huge. You really think you could EVER wear a bathing suit looking like that? You might as well stay inside the whole season. I know I wouldn’t go out looking like you. Look at your flabby arms, why would you want to show those off in a tank top? And your thighs, oh my god, they’re hideous and huge. Look at how they jiggle from all the gross fat in them. Look at that stomach too, disgusting. Look at that back fat and all your rolls. You’ll never be able to go to the beach like that. And if you did, people would probably think a whale just washed up. Put some leggings on instead of those shorts; I see your fat bulging out of them. Have fun spending the whole summer inside you fatty. Maybe if you actually got off your ass and stopped eating so much you could be thin.

Let me say these words (before the world burns)

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Rating: T

Pairing: Bellamy/Clarke (The 100)

Title: Based on @the-ships-to-rule-them-all poetry: link

Summary: “We’ll survive this,” he said

.Her forehead wrinkled. From all his fidgeting, she reckoned he wanted to say something else entirely. When he didn’t, her stomach turned to led. The world’s end was nigh,and Bellamy could act brave all he wanted for her benefit, but she didn’t want it.

None of it changed the fact they had 10 minutes on the clock.

Something goes wrong with their plan. 4x13 Speculation (that won’t happen but hey i brought all the angst to ya. )


Clarke sat on the bed, staring down at her shoes in the half-lit office inside Becca’s lab. Bellamy saw her through the glass walls from afar , understanding full well what prompted such reaction. He approached the room and opened its door, strolling towards her until she looked up. When she did, her eyes were wide and glossy and her chin quivered.

For an instant, he just stopped in front of her, letting his hands drop to his sides as he waited.

“We won’t be able to make it,” She croaked, grimacing at the admission.

He sighed, then lifted up his eyebrows. “We don’t know that.”

She tightened her lips. “There are many things wrong with our plan, things we don’t know if will go wrong. But this one we do.”

He took one step closer, a sharp crease appearing between his eyebrows, “Raven says we have a 30% chance of openning the hatch remotely”

Clarke shook her head and looked away . She propped her elbows on her knees, then stood up. The young woman walked toward the glass walls, peeping down at the lab as she gulped. “And if we’re the other 70%? And the rocket is stuck down here because we couldn’t get it open?” she muttered

“Then we die.”

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are these lyrics good i think this shit is 2 pop sounding

Choking on sympathy
Compassion empty
Can’t feel full.

Pulling in
Letting out
Smokes all around
So tell me what
You’re all about

Oh it’s just the way I feel
When you’re so fuckin’ real
Haven’t, ate, a single meal
Cause my stomachs full
So hold my color.

Tightly hung on nights
Feeling tired with the fights
Can’t see past the desire
I always knew I was a liar

Oh it’s just the way I feel
When you’re so fuckin’ real
Haven’t, ate, a single meal
Cause my stomachs full
So hold my color.

Oh it’s just the way I feel
When you’re so fuckin’ real
Haven’t, ate, a single meal
Cause my stomachs full
So hold my color.

Feeling so sick
I’ve lost my wit
You’re fixed on it
Yeah you’re fixed on it

Oh it’s just the way I feel
Oh it’s just the way I feel

Oh it’s just the way I feel
When you’re so fuckin’ real
Haven’t, ate, a single meal
Cause my stomachs full
So hold my color.

hearmyvoiceoftreason  asked:

How's my favorite dorkwad? Ok so any headcanons for domestic sheith? Who's the little spoon? Who does the groceries? What kind of house do they live in? Fill me with all the fluff pls and thank

[Ayyyyeeee! Favorite dorkwad here~ Looool. Lay it on me!]

  • Who’s the little spoon?

Shiro. Shiro would definitely be the little spoon. I can just imagine the way Keith’s arm is wrapped around his stomach (almost unconsciously) when they lay in bed together. Keith would usually be out cold but late at night, Shiro (when he’s still awake or briefly wakes up) would just let out a random dorky smile and a satisfied hum as he caresses Keith’s arm around him (that he covered with his own).

  • Who does the groceries?

Shiro, just because if he lets Keith do the groceries, they would be eating granola bars all week. Shiro always makes it a point to have a ‘things-to-buy’ list and being the nerd he is, he also “strategies” which dish they’ll eat each day of the week. Keith thinks its cute but he’s still adamant that there’s nothing wrong with eating granola bars for a week.

  • What kind of house do they live in?

They live in this quaint apartment big enough for two or three people. Keith wanted to be thrifty about their living arrangement and Shiro agreed. They share the rent (Shiro offered to pay a bigger half but Keith growled at him for fifteen seconds… Shiro never mentioned it again). They made sure to make the place as homey as possible. Keith especially liked their soft and fluffy couch (where they snuggle) while Shiro loved their warm bed (where they snuggle some more). 

Shiro and Keith both liked how their space is just right for the two of them but what they liked the most was sharing the place with each other.

[*Vomits glitters*]

Send me questions or headcanons!

anonymous asked:

i'm sick to my stomach about that catfish girl because not only will katie not be cool™ with us but they violated the privacy of someone. like rory is just out there living his life doing his own thing and someone was like p much like lol let's fuck it up

yea i know. katie was a very private person before all of this and we just lost any trust that she gave us. and rory is such a cool guy, i genuinely like the dude and this is what happens? i suppose w katie gaining popularity it was bound to happen but i guess i naively put too much faith in ppl doing the right thing.

anonymous asked:

Dad I got the stomach bug at school but didn't realize it until I had to throw up. My teacher wouldn't let me go to the bathroom even though I told her it was an emergency and I ended up puking in front of my whole class. I'm at home in bed now but I'm scared to go back

oh no that’s absolutely terrible and very rude of your teacher. but hey, that’s not at all your fault, you got sick and your teacher didn’t let you go, nobody is gonna judge you or anything