it had some of the best covers ever

Send me a color

red: how was your first kiss? what do you love about yourself? when’s the last time you warmed your hands in front of a fire? would you rather watch a sunrise or sunset? what’s the best thing about summer?

orange: what makes you feel warm inside? what’s your favorite halloween tradition? what’s the last thing you learned? when’s the last time you felt obsessed? what’s your favorite article of clothing?

yellow: if you could have any view from your bedroom window what would you choose? what’s your favorite thing to do on a sunny day? what do you consider lucky? what made you smile today? what makes you happy?

green: what’s your favorite thing to do outside? do you like camping? what would you spend $1,000 on? what’s your job, or what do you want to do as your job? what’s your favorite article of clothing?

blue: what do you do when you’re sad? what are some things you do when you can’t sleep? what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had? what kind of covers do you have on your bed? who is the last person you told a secret to?

purple: what’s your astrological sign? what’s the best piece of advice you ever received? when’s the last time you followed your instincts? what’s your favorite food? what’s your secret dream?

Submit To Me - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 15,061

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Public Teasing, Public Masturbation, Teasing in the car and in the bedroom, pleading, seduction, striping Dylan because he’s sexy as fuck, dry humping, thigh riding, hand jobs, face riding, handcuffs, blindfolds, 69 (aka oral male and female receiving), overstimulation, praising, orgasm denial, female riding male (regular and reverse cowgirl), whiny Dylan, mentions of dominant Dylan, A lot of submissive Dylan, BREATHY MOANS

Notes: I will make this short as I am writing this pool side from hell. I’m so sorry this took forever. I have no excuses. But hopefully it was worth it. I honestly don’t know if this is my best writing for what you guys wanted from this. I promise the next thing I write won’t take as long. 

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Related to the “toxic masculinity” discourse from the other day:

Today I had to go to a committee meeting on doctor burnout. According to a survey, a lot of doctors in one of our departments felt overworked and burnt out, and the committee was supposed to come up with suggestions.

The committee was mostly administrators, mostly female, and although they didn’t use the exact phrase “toxic masculinity”, they talked about “macho culture” a lot. I think their theory was that male doctors had a macho culture where they felt like they didn’t need to take any time for self-care, and they shouldn’t speak up about excessive workload, and they had to look perfect or else they would lose their aura of invincibility. And that having to be this way all the time produced burnout.

So then I, as the doctor representative at the meeting, got up and said that I knew a lot of the doctors in this department, I’d talked to them a lot, and they all said the same thing. They would all love to take some time off for self-care, but there were too many patients and not enough doctors to deal with them, and if any one of them took extra time off, then one of their equally overworked colleagues would have to work even more hours covering for them.

The reason they “weren’t complaining” was that they had already complained to every administrator they could think of, and the administrators had said stuff like “you shouldn’t just complain, you have to be proactive in coming up with a solution” and refused to devote extra resources to the problem.

I said that doctors were really good at complaining about things, and really some of the best complainers-about-things you will ever meet, but that they weren’t going to keep banging their heads against the wall when nobody listened to them and there was no good solution.

The administrators thanked me for my input and went back to talking about macho culture.

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LAVENDER-ROSEMARY-LEMON SHORTBREAD

These little cookies may not look like much, but they’re seriously some of the best ones I ever had. Improvised the recipe but here goes:


Ingredients

- 4,5 dl / 2 cups flour
- 200 g dairyfree butter/margarine/other veggie fat
- 0,5 dl / 0,25 cups white sugar
- 0,5 dl / 0,25 cups unrefined sugar
- Zest from organic lemon
- Dried lavender
- Dried rosemary
- A little maple syrup

Instructions

Mix all ingredients except the syrup in a food processor until it’s one big lump of dough.

Roll the dough to a cylinder shape (see pics), cover in plastic and let it rest in the fridge for half an hour.

Turn on the oven to 175 degrees C.

Cut the dough cylinder into 0,5 cm thick discs (well obv you can make them whatever shape you like). Spread them out evenly on a baking tray with some space in between.

Brush the cookies with a little syrup, sprinkle some rosemary on them, and bake in the middle of the oven for like… 8 minutes (keep an eye on them, it’ll differ depending on the oven etc).

Now you’ll never want to eat anything else ever again!

How they react...

… To you being a trained combat fighter.


♡ ♡ \ Request from anonymous / ♡ ♡

Can you do a how they should react to the reader being a fighter (female) ? Thank you so much!


I did this preference including pretty much every character so there is a bit for everyone.

Enjoyyyyyyy!

Requests are open for preferences, GIF imagines as well as normal imagines.

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Lets Dance

You and Tom hate each other, you thought having to go to the same performing arts school was torture enough.. but just wait

(1,600 words)

Warnings: language, sexAY talk (not rly)

Originally posted by tomhollanddaily

Lets get one thing straight. Tom and I were not friends. We’d been at the performing arts academy together for two years now, and ever since we met we’d been irritating each other beyond belief. Out first I thought I’d just be able to ignore him, but everything he did pissed me off. To make matters worse, all of our friends hung out, which meant we were constantly stuck at social gatherings together.
At least today I was stuck at home with a fever and didn’t have to see him in ballet. That’s where he was exceptionally annoying. He knew he was the best in the class, and made sure everyone else did too. He constantly gave me “pointers” which I never asked for.
I was halfway through watching La La Land for about the twentieth time when my best friend called me.

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Produce 101 Kang Daniel Friend to Boyfriend Scenario

Here’s the next part of the Wanna-One Boyfriend scenarios, enjoy! (You + Kang Daniel)

  • You and Daniel had always been acquaintances, there was some brief overlap in your friend group
  • You didn’t talk that much and were rarely alone together, but he was charming and friendly 
  • And of course you harbored a cute little crush on him
  • Ever since you saw him at a pet store, playing through the glass with some shelter cats
  • It was really nothing more than a crush, and you didn’t actively pursue your feelings, they just popped up sometimes
  • When you two were alone together, you pretty much just small talked
  • “hey y/n”
  • “hey dan how are you”
  • You always got super blushy and nervous when talking to him, but he didn’t seem to notice (which was good)
  • He was just a sweet guy who just happened to be very attractive
  • One day you were all hanging out together with friends in a park
  • And you were sitting with your friends, trying to lowkey/secretly watch Daniel on his skateboard, fooling around with his own friends
  • Your friends had already clearly figured out you liked him (you were way more obvious than you had thought rip you)
  • At some point Daniel had fallen off his board while trying to do some trick and you gasped out loud, making it super obvious that you had been watching him hahahahaha you dumbo
  • You tried to cover yourself up, but your friends just pretended like they didn’t hear anything, leaving you to internally sigh in relief
  • Your friends weren’t the type to tease/encourage you ever since you confessed to a guy that didn’t like you thanks to their wrong advice (i’m imagining a reply 1988 kind of thing here lmao)
  • But what you didn’t know was that also nearby was Daniel’s best friend, Sungwoo (everyone just called him Ong though)
  • He very-obviously ran around to look you in the eye, catching you by surprise
  • He caught sight of your red face and wiggled his eyebrows at you, before giggling and skipping away to the rest of the boys, heading to Daniel
  • Shit. Ong was definitely up to no good (like usual)
  • You watched in dismay as Ong whispered something to Daniel, and then Daniel glanced right in your direcTION
  • Embarrassed and almost scared, you got up and quickly said goodbye to your friends, fleeing the scene of the crime
  • You got home as fast as possible and immediately ran to your room, burying your head under your pillow and curling up as worries drowned you
  • Ong wouldn’t say anything, right?? Why did you have to be so obvious y/n seriously why did you do this to yourself
  • But over time, your thoughts started changing, gaining some confidence
  • So what if Ong tells him?? He’s just a human boy, he’s not better or greater than me in any way, liking someone isn’t a crime, I can do whatever the hell I want, I can like whoever the hell I want!!
  • With your newfound confidence, you got up the next day and decided to treAT YOURSELF to some new clothes from the mall
  • After picking up some new clothes, you dropped by a cute little street stand that sold keychains and other trinkets
  • You were admiring a cute little peach keychain, but it dropped back to the table when you heard a familiar deep voice
  • “Y/N? Oh, what a coincidence!”
  • Kang Daniel.
  • You winced, eyes tightly closing before you collected yourself, turning around to see him right behind you
  • Literally right behind you.
  • Like you ran right into him.
  • Shocked, you tripped backwards, stumbling over your own feet before he caught you by the small of your back
  • sldkfjsldfjklsdjfksjdlsdjfsljdfkljdskfjkslfj ← your mind
  • He pulled you up straight
  • You quickly stumbled around out of his arms, failing to notice Daniel’s own cheeks and eaRS REDDENING 
  • You forgot all about the keychain, and quickly managed to muster out a “what are you doing here?”
  • “I’m just hanging out, went shopping for a bit,” he replied, holding up a couple of bags with a toothy grin
  • “Oh, me too,” you replied, holding up the bags of your own
  • Something you bought caught Daniel’s eye as he peeked into one of your shopping bags
  • “Whoa… is that Stussy?? (AKA THE BRAND DANIEL ALWAYS FUCKING WEARS) That’s so cool oh my gosh I also bought some streetwear–” he excitedly rambled, attempting to out his own clothes from his bag when you grabbed his hand and stopped him
  • “Uhh Daniel we probably shouldn’t do this here in the middle of the sidewalk, why don’t we just sit down somewhere first”
  • “Oh, okay,” he responded, grabbing your wrist and quickly leading you to a nearby coffee shop
  • You burned at the contact from the soft skin of his hands that easily wrapped around your wrist
  • Rationality told you that he was probably just really excited to discuss clothes but you couldn’t help but believe in the worst and most likely scenario: he knew you liked him (thanks to Ong). 
  • You couldn’t help but think negative thoughts: Is he teasing me right now? Seriously… why should I have to deal with this… 
  • You both plopped down on a couch in the shop, not bothering to order anything
  • He excitedly looked through your clothes, and showing his to you, giggling and laughing away as you pretended you were okay, completely believing that he was making a fool of you
  • There was no way he would be talking to you like a friend if Ong hadn’t told him you liked him.
  • “And this dark green is just so gorgeous, it totally works in the short sleeve, maybe accessorize it with a cap or–”
  • “Daniel.” You spoke sharply, cutting him off
  • He immediately stopped, looking up to you in confusion, seeing your face that was warming up in anger and embarrassment
  • “You don’t have to act like this. It’s just making everything harder for me. We should just go back to normal, I don’t think I can take this even for a minute more.”
  • “W-wait, what?” Daniel looked completely confused, but you wouldn’t let his innocent act fool you, causing you to sigh
  • “I know Ong told you, please. I know he told you that I like you, it’s really not that big of a deal so can’t we just go back–”
  • “Wait, you like me?” Daniel said, stopping you
  • Oh.
  • Shit.
  • You lost all of your confidence and structure, whimpering out “wait… he didn’t tell you?? Then what was that at the park????”
  • Daniel’s face morphed from confusion into a sheepish laugh, scratching his face in embarrassment
  • “Oh… oh that…” He cleared his throat, with a deep ahem
  • “Yeah uhh Ong was teasing me that I fell off my board in front of you,” he finished quickly, scratching his face again
  • You stared at him in confusion, unable to comprehend why this was a problem
  • “You know… *cough* cause I like you…”
  • sdklfjsdfjslkdjfsldjfsldjfsjlsdfjlkjsdjflksdfjlksjflsj ← your mind
  • And you both just sat there next to each other, clothes draped everywhere, just staring at each others’ blushing faces
  • You finally managed out, “wait, you like me, since when??” (LATE REACTION Y/N WYD)
  • “Umm… it’s been a while… it was at the pet store, when you started playing with the kittens with me,” he confessed
  • “Oh, same here actually!” you exclaimed, before realizing that this was the most casual conversation you have ever had with him… and it was litERALLY ABOUT TELLING EACH OTHER YOUR SECRET CRUSHES
  • what a concept
  • "I can’t believe we are really talking about this, we haven’t really talked much before in the past,” you giggled, letting out your thoughts freely
  • Daniel laughed in return, “Yeah sorry about that… I always wanted to approach you and there were so many times I could have but I’m kinda awkward with people I want to get closer to I guess… lol” (he said lol out loud,,, awkward confirmed)
  • “I always got embarrassed when I talked to you”
  • *snickers* “same here, (y/n)”
  • For the rest of the day, you just got closer to one another, learning about each other
  • You visited the pet store again and saw more cats LOL
  • You both got more comfortable with one another
  • Matching Stussy shirts LOL
  • Your friend group and Daniel’s friend group were both relieved and satisfied (both having known about your crushes)
  • Lots of teasing from Ong he took credit for your entire relationship even happening (LMAOOO)
  • Told that you both should worship him and that he would “officiate your marriage” because it was all his doing in the first place
  • You both still made each other’s heart skip beats a lot of the times
  • Both of you still couldn’t believe sometimes that the other liked you
  • Y’ALL CUTE OKAY
  • kav is dead from this adorableness goodBYE
  • :’)))))))

Originally posted by dxnghyuns

A/N: Thanks for 200 followers! ♥︎

“Bruce...sucks” - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : The women of the League are teasing you about the love bites that litter your body….

I already kinda had the idea of doing a similar story on the women side…So here we go. Last time the guys of the League were mocking Bruce for the scratches on his back (you can read that here), now, it’s Batmom’s turn (though I feel it’s not as funny as the other, I tried something else you know, so that the stories wouldn’t be exactly the same, too similar and shit…erf, whatever, hope it’s kinda ok). Hope you’ll like it (insecuritiesoverloadbutitsok) 

WARNING FOR LANGAGE and slightly NSFW, just slightly. Also, My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It wasn’t really part of your initial plan to shower at the same time than them. Bruce told you about his friends trying to tease him about the nail marks you left on his body after a heated night, and you were afraid that your girl friends would do the same, a bit paranoid about it really…

But then you thought about the fact that usually, women tended to be a bit more mature about that (maybe?), that they would probably behave and ignore the hundreds (literally) love bites on your body. 

Besides, there was only Diana, Zatanna and Dinah, surely, they wouldn’t say anything, after all, they were used to Bruce being affectionate towards you when he thought no one was watching, small love bites wouldn’t shock them or anything. They were your three best friends, they knew how to not intrude too much in your life. They would definitely not talk about the marks your husband left on your body. 

And oh you were so wrong. 

You were in your underwear when you started to notice their smirks, and the way they whispered in each other’s ears while looking at you. No…could it be ?

You turn around, and when Diana’s eyes go wide at the sight of the love bites on your front while Zatanna and Dinah just start laughing stupidly, you know you actually were right to “fear” a reaction from them. You roll your eyes and give them your best “really ?” facial expression before saying :

-Are you guys snickering like idiots because of the love bites ? 

Zatanna answers your question :

-No, we’re snickering like idiots because Bruce…

And then it happens. The worst pun you ever heard in your life (and you were used to Dick and Tim’s nerdy jokes). All three of them yell : 

-SUCKS !

Stun. That’s what you are. Wow. Even worst that the poor attempt from your male friend in the league to embarrass Bruce. An awful pun. 

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The Velvet Underground and Nico, released 50 years ago tomorrow (there is actually some disagreement on the exact date), is the definitive way-ahead-of-its-time album. With a near-peerless collection of songs — nearly all written by frontman Lou Reed — and an iconic, banana-sticker cover designed by band benefactor Andy Warhol, this jarring and innovative collection was initially a cult success at best, with no hit singles and a “peak” of No. 171 on Billboard’s albums chart in December 1967. But the world eventually caught up with it, and for the past 30 years it’s had perennial placement on best-ever lists, including No. 13 on Rolling Stone’s 2012 “500 Greatest Albums of All Time” tally.

It’s the first album to truly combine a novelist’s gritty realism with equally confrontational rock music, yet it’s also a fount of soft, vulnerable songs like “Femme Fatale” and “I’ll Be Your Mirror” — songs that are all the more poignant because you can sense, somehow, that the sensitive soul who wrote them is also kind of an asshole.

Still, it was initially considered a commercial failure, selling approximately 60,000 copies in its first two years — not bad, but no More of The Monkees. This was due partially to a legally induced (more on that shortly) factory recall that removed the album from shelves just as its Warhol-driven publicity was peaking. But that certainly wasn’t the only challenge to its commercial prospects; the group’s ensuing albums met an even more dismal commercial fate, and a disillusioned Reed left the band in August, 1970. Despite his solo success, The Velvets’ catalog gradually slipped out of print over the next few years.

The Velvets gradually assumed their proper, lofty place in rock history, their oeuvre was reissued in the U.S. in 1984 (although The Velvet Underground and Nico’s cover was a single-sleeve reduction of the original gatefold with a printed banana instead of a sticker). Thus another generation of obsessives was spawned. And on and on.

Yet the most atypical obsession of those five decades may be that of veteran music publicist and longtime Velvets fan Mark Satlof, who collects original pressings of the album. He owns more than 800 of them – he’s actually not sure exactly how many – which are neatly filed on shelves in his study. They account for an estimated 1 percent of all copies manufactured in the U.S. before March 1969.

800 Copies: Meet The World’s Most Obsessive Fan Of ‘The Velvet Underground and Nico’

Photos: Christopher Gregory for NPR

anonymous asked:

Sooo... I'm sorry to ask this, I know you are so busy, and don't need to do If you can't, okay?! You're too much important! But, well... I can request a SoulMate!AU Bakushima...? Like, with the string-things, or that of the birthmark, you know? I really love your scenarios, really! I hope you get well, <3

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND

I LIVE FOR SOULMATE AUS!!!!

I’ll write for you as long as I can! I can’t guarantee I’ll be fast about it but I’ll do my best!!

Also I wrote one here a while ago;) and I’ve had a wip of another one saved for like forever so I decided to finish

They say that you just know that they’re your soulmate when you see the tattoo.

Many people who don’t believe in soulmates or who are too afraid to find theirs or for some other reason covered up their tattoo at all times to prevent ever finding their other half. However, a majority of the population kept theirs uncovered.

Kirishima never hid his soulmark. Why would he? He was extremely proud to have a soulmate and wanted to show them off to the world. You know, if he ever found them. And he desperately wanted to find them, which was half of the reason for designing a topless hero costume. That way, he could proudly show the world the tattoo that he was given at birth.

He touched the grenade that rested over his ribs, fingers tracing over the explosion that was the backdrop, smiling softly as he thought of his soulmate. What kind of person was his soulmate for him to have such a design on his body? Mina once told him that they must have an explosive personality, to which he just laughed and rolled his eyes.

His hand lingered on the ink for a second longer before he put his uniform shirt on, buttoning it up and straightening out the wrinkles. He tied his tie and put his jacket on before looking at himself in the mirror. With a final glance, he smiled at his reflection before grabbing his bag, running down the stairs and out the door, excitedly bidding farewell to his parents.

The walk itself was uneventful but Kirishima’s mood was sky high. After all, he was about to start his first day in the UA hero course. Who wouldn’t be excited about that?

The closer he got to campus, the more excited he became. As he approached the gate, he heard a loud, excited shrill followed by footsteps rapidly approaching him. He turned just in time to see Mina run at him before she launched herself into his arms. Kirishima caught her, arms wrapping around her waist as hers wrapped around his neck, spinning her around. After a few seconds of excited screaming, earning them some strange looks from the other students, Kirishima set her down. They continued to talk as they walked to class together.

“Ah! I’m so glad we’re in the same class Kiri! Oh! Do you think our soulmates are gonna be there too? How awesome would that be if they were! Our soulmates could be potential pro heroes too!”

“Man that would be pretty cool!” His hand reflexively went to his ribs as he saw Mina bring her wrist up to look at her own soulmark that she’s had since birth. Thoughts of their soulmates disappeared when they entered their classroom, excitement returning full force as the day started.

The first half of classes went by pretty uneventful, though there were some interesting people around. The main one that stood out to Kirishima was the angry blonde kid in the back of the class. He was loud, vulgar, and just plain rude in general but for some reason, Kirishima thought it was funny and kind of adorable. What shocked him, though, was that he seemed to quiet down as soon as lectures started and actively paid attention to class.

At some point, he found out that the loud, angry, attractive guy was none other than Bakugou Katsuki, the top student in class. Immediately, Kirishima was even more impressed, and also confused as to when he started to mentally call Bakugou “attractive”.

Lunch came and he immediately found Mina, who had introduced him to two other people in their class, Sero and Kaminari, who he just clicked with. He talked to them as they walked to the lunchroom and decided to sit together. While they were eating, however, Kirishima started to zone out and apparently started staring at Bakugou, who was sitting at the other end of the table. He snapped out of it when he saw red eyes stare back at him. Kirishima smiled and waved over at him but only received a scowl in return before the blonde turned away from him, the tips of his ears dusted pink.

“Dude, don’t even try. That guy doesn’t seem like he’d get along with anyone,” Kaminari told Kirishima, the other two agreeing with him.

“Hm, doesn’t hurt to try though. Plus the dude is top in the class so he must be pretty good at everything.”

“Yeah, except being nice to people.” Kirishima just shrugged and changed the topic, asking Kaminari and Sero about their pasts.

After lunch came training and, unfortunately, they couldn’t wear their hero costumes yet. Instead, they had to wear their gym uniforms. As Kirishima was changing, he felt someone lift his arm up and touch his soulmark.

“Bro! That’s such a cool mark!” Kaminari proclaimed, pulling Sero over to look at it too. He just scratched the back of his neck sheepishly as they looked at the details of his tattoo.

“You know, they say the more detailed the mark, the stronger bond you have with your soulmate and, damn Kiri, your mark is pretty detailed.”

“You’re right, Kami, his even has shading!” Sero pointed out.

“I wonder what the grenade means though.”

Before Kirishima could open his mouth to say something, he heard a locker slam and Bakugou to storm out of the locker room, scowling. The three exchanged looks before shrugging and finished getting dressed to start their training.

Throughout the quirk assessment, Kirishima couldn’t help but watch his classmate, all of whom were extremely strong. However, his mind kept wandering to Bakugou and how he was especially talented and seemed to have complete control over his quirk. It also seemed eerily familiar, which was a weird thought to have but just shrugged it off to him just being even more impressed with how cool and manly the other is.

He made it a point to catch up to Bakugou on their way to the locker room, trying to be friendly.

“Your quirk is so cool dude! It’s super strong and flashy! I bet you’ll get plenty of offers after graduation with a quirk that useful!”

“I know. Now get the fuck away, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou opened his locker door in Kirishima’s face, scowling at the other before turning to lift his shirt over his head. As Kirishima was about to walk away, he caught a glimpse of something red on the other’s side. Curiosity got the better of him as he paused and looked at the color longer.

What he saw was a tattoo of a red, sleeping dragon settled on his ribs, scales and other features drawn in incredible detail, the shading expertly done. Kirishima felt as if his breath was knocked out of his lungs, barely able to stop his hand from reaching out to touch the ink. He felt a strong pull towards the tattoo. Kirishima snapped out of his trance when Bakugou’s arm lowered to his side, covering up the mark.

“What the fuck are you staring at? Are you a fucking perv on top of being an obnoxious asshole?”

Kirishima couldn’t speak, instead slowly lifting up the left side of his shirt, revealing his own mark. Bakugou’s gaze went down before he two froze, just staring at the mark, eyes blown wide in shock. Eventually, he looked back up, face expressionless. Kirishima managed a shaky smile while the other scowled again.

“Well, shit.”

A year later and Kirishima was nuzzled into Bakugou’s side, both shirtless. Kirishima was tracing the dragon on his side, following the curves with his fingertips.

“You know, Mina was right.”

“Hm?”

“She said that my soulmate had an explosive personality since their mark was a grenade.” He looked up and chuckled. “I say that describes you pretty well.”

Bakugou went silent for a moment, his arm pausing from where it was rubbing circles on Kirishima’s bicep. “My mom used to tell me that dragons symbolized protection and support and strength.” He looked down at the redhead. “I’d say that’s pretty accurate too.”

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(A/N): I THOUGHT OF THIS AND I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE 

Summary: Bucky ends up teaching a class of seconds graders about WWII 

Warnings: copious amounts of cuteness


Originally posted by vanillaa-ice

   “(Y/N), pleeeaassssee?” Your sister whined in your ear, her voice high and squeaky as it came through your phone. “I just need them to come talk for an hour at most," 

  "They’re all super busy all the time, I don’t even think any of them are here today," 

  "What about Bucky? He’s still at home right?” You look over your shoulder at your fiancée, who, at the moment, was sleeping peacefully beside you. 

  “He is but I don’t know if he’d be comfortable enough to come talk,”

  “oh come on (Y/N)! Pretty please, I’ll do anything!” You go to open your mouth to respond when a separate voice cuts you off, this one hoarse and laced with exhaustion. 

  “Whatever it Is I can do it,” Bucky grumbles from beside you, his face smashed against the pillow. 

  “So you’d be willing to teach a classroom full of second graders about WWII?” Bucky hums a bit as he nods, burrowing his face into your thigh as he does so. 

  “Hell yeah, sounds like a great time,”

  “well then you better get up because we have to be there in an hour,” (Y/N) added, smirking when Bucky groaned. 

  “Give me five minutes to get up,” You smile widely as you direct your attention back to your phone call, your sister demanding to know what Bucky said. 

  “We’ll be there in an hour-" 

  "Oh my god, thank you so much!” Your sister cries happily, “I promise I’ll pay you back for this. You’re the best sibling ever,” You chuckle lightly as Bucky snores softly, the sound muffled due to your legs. 

  Well…maybe you guys would be taking more than an hour to get there… 


   Your fingers tapped against the steering wheel as you wormed your way through New York, slowly but steadily making it to your sisters school. She was a teacher at some small, old school. She taught the second graders and at the moment she was covering history. She had lightly touched base on WWII but since the kids seemed so intrigued by it she decided to get a little more in depth with the lesson; aka having Bucky come to class and talk about his experiences. 

  At first you thought he’d be too scared to talk to the kids but alas you were pleasantly surprised when Bucky came tumbling out of bed, dressed and ready to teach a history lesson. 

  The strong smell of coffee filled your car as Bucky drank at the steaming liquid intermittently. For the most part he stared at the road ahead in some kind of sleep stupor that not even coffee could get rid of. 

  “Did you get enough sleep last night?” You ask as you spare a glance at Bucky, smiling when he slowly turned to look at you.

   "Meh.“ He replies as he takes another sip. "No more than usual,” you sigh softly as you reach out with one hand, clasping his knee gently. 

  “Are you sure you want to this? I’m sure Steve wouldn’t mind once he gets home from training-" 

  "No,” Bucky shakes his head as he takes another sip of his drink. “I can do it, plus, we’ve already got your sisters hopes up,”

  “Yeah, but she’d understand if you couldn’t do it-”

  “No, I really want to,” Bucky smiles at you gently, showcasing his beautiful teeth (honestly you were jealous). “I just need to wake up is all,”

   "well I’m sure a classroom full of excited second graders will do the trick,“ And low and behold you had been right. The minute you walked into the classroom Bucky seemed to jolt awake, the sounds of loud, happy children did have a tendency to jolt him awake, or anyone for that matter. 

  Your sister smiles as she runs up to you both, hugging the two of you tightly. 

  "Thank you so much you two,” she whispers as she hugs you. “I swear I’m going to get you the best damn wedding gift I can,” You chuckle as you pat her shoulder, hugging her back as you do.

  “We’re really looking forward to a kitchenaid mixer,” You give her a little wink as you step back, smirking just a bit.

  “Noted,” she whispers as he smiles and turns on her heel, looking towards her class. “Now kids, today we have a very special Guest," 

 "Is it (Y/N)?” One of the students ask, beaming up at you as they do. 

  You were a frequent visitor to the class, your sister often needed help with something and since you were only a few minutes away you were essentially at her beck and call 24/7. You were here so often that even the students who had never ever had your sisters class knew your name. 

  “No,” Your sister smiles, as she looks behind at the two of you. “But this is (Y/N)’s special friend, Bucky Barnes,” The kids all look up at Bucky with curious expression, eyes wide and lips parted as they crane their head to look at the tall man. 

  “Are they married?” A little girl with ringlets asks, a smile to her lips as well. “My sister has a special friend and now they’re married,”

  “Not yet,” Your sister smiles at her, giving her a gentle head pat. “But they will be soon,” The kids all nod in understanding, their expressions now contemplative. “But he’s not here to talk about weddings, he’s here to tell us all about WWII,” Your sister didn’t even finish her sentence when the kid all started cheering excitedly, damn near jumping off the walls. You chuckle softly as the kids all stare up at Bucky with wondrous little expression, a gleam of happiness in their innocent eyes.

   Your sister guides Bucky to a chair at the front of the room and instinctually every pair of eyes follow him, waiting for him to begin his tale.

  Bucky takes a seat, looking at you where you presided in the back of the room, smiling as you watched him. 

  “So uh- what should I start with first?" 

 "Tell them about your first day in boot camp,” you pipe up, smiling when all the kids cheered in encouragement. Bucky smiles gently as he leans a forward, resting his elbows on his kees as he usually did when concentrating on a task. 

  “Well, it was the summer of 1943, I was being trained at a camp in New Jersey-" 


  Bucky recollects his story, completely invested in his words, a soft, reminiscent smile on his face. The children all listen intently, every single one of them with smiles on their faces. Even your sister seemed completely invested in Bucky’s story.

   "Mr. Barnes?” A little boy raises his hand, stopping Bucky in his tracks. Bucky smiles as he nods to him, murmuring a soft ‘yeah’. “Did you ever have to kill someone?” It was an innocent question, the kid didnt know any better, he was just curious after all. 

  “Jeremy,” Your sister chides, shaking her head a bit. 

  “No,” Bucky smiles at her, “it’s really okay,” he then turns back to look at the little boy, smiling at him reassuringly. “I think everyone had to kill someone at some point, some people killed more than others but it’s the way things were back then,” The little boy nods, his face contorted in thought. Immediately another hand shoots up, the time belonging to a little girl in the front. Bucky looks at her and smile, acknowledging her hand.

   "Mr. Barnes, what’s with your arm?“ She points to his left hand, her fingers nearly grazing the metal. Bucky smiles as he rolls the sleeve up, revealing the metal plating to the kids. 

  "I lost my arm during the war, luckily some people made me a new one," 

  "Can I touch it?” The same little girl asks, her wide eyes shimmering with hope. Bucky can’t help but nod, offering her his hand gently. The little girl beams as she reaches out with a small hand to grasp Bucky’s, a finger or two if anything. Her smile remains steadfast as she touches his arm, running her fingertips along his palm gently. 

  “It’s cold,” she notes softly, not even tearing her gaze away from his hand. 

  “It’s metal,” Bucky flexes his hand, chuckling a bit when the little girl squealed and giggled. 

  “Mr. Barnes, can we touch your arm too?” Bucky nods and smiles at all the kids, his eyes twinkling so damn brightly it was nearly blinding.

   "Of course you can,“ 

  "Take turns though,” Your sister chimes in, smiling as all the kids lined up to touch Bucky. 

 You remain in the back, smiling as you watch kid after kid go up and touch Bucky’s arm. He wasn’t reacting much, other than that damn smile you loved, but deep down you knew he loved it. He saw his arm as an evil machine, something that had butchered hundreds of lives, so to have such young, starry eyed, innocent children touching him so softly and curiously surely meant the world to him. 


 It takes a while to get through each kid and by the time Bucky finishes it’s been much more than the promised hour. 

  “Okay kids, Bucky and (Y/N) have to leave now-” All the kids groan in disappointment ,pouting at Bucky as he chuckles. 

  “Can’t he stay a little longer?”

   "I’m sorry kiddo,“ Bucky reaches out and ruffles the kids hair affectionately. "I have to go back home-” Bucky’s sentence cuts off with a groan as quite suddenly a little girl tackles him (not really, but she tried) in a hug. She tried her best to wrap her small arms around his large body but it just wouldn’t work. 

  “Thank you for visiting us Mr. Barnes,” she whispers as she hugs him tightly. Bucky smiles as he reaches down to softly hug her back, his hands barely resting around her, as though she were made of porcelain. “Can you come back next week?” She looks up at him, pouting a bit. You could see Bucky practicality melt away at the pout and not a moment later he nods, much to the delight of the kids. “And you’ll tell more stories?”

   "Of course I will,“ Bucky smiles widely. "I’ll tell you the best ones," 

  "But for now-” Your sister rises from her chair, smiling softly. “We all need to get back to our seat and take out our math homework, okay?” The kids all groan, shuffling back to their seats and getting their work out. “Thank you Bucky, I owe you guys one hell of a wedding present,” Bucky smiles widely, chuckling just a bit.

   "No, it was my pleasure, I’m glad I could help. It was actually a lot of fun,“ 

  "Well then, I’m glad you’re coming back next week," 

  "Yeah, me too,” He looks up, his gaze connecting with yours. He smiles at you warmly as he makes his way towards you, only after saying goodbye to your sister of course. 

 You smile as you take his hand, intertwining your fingers together as you do. 

  “You looked like you were having fun,” you chuckle as you turn on your heel, guiding him out of the classroom as your sister begins to drone on about addition and subtraction. 

  “It was fun,” Bucky smiles, blushing as he does. 

  “Maybe you could be a history teacher,” you chuckle softly, shaking your head at your own joke. 

  “Yeah, maybe only to cute second graders," 

  "I’m sure they’d love it,”

   "You think?“ 

  "After watching those kids, hell yes. They loved you,” Bucky smiles again, blushing madly as he does. “See,” you nudge his arm gently, smiling at him as you do. “Not everyone thinks your a monster,”

   "Yeah,“ Bucky smiles as he turns his head, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I guess you’re right,”

stileswithderek  asked:

"i’m scared of the dentist so i brought my best friend along for support but they’ve been flirting with the dentist for the past fifteen minutes and now i’m third wheeling at my own dentist appointment’ au" Please? :)

May I present hot dentist Derek and shameless flirter Stiles! (also on ao3!)

“Dude, c’mon. Stop being such a freakin’ baby,” Stiles instructed loftily as he plopped down into one of the waiting room’s uncomfortable plastic chairs, crossing his legs to rest his ankle on his opposite knee, trying to get as comfy as he could on the hard blue plastic seat. He plucked a magazine at random from off the veritable mountain of tabloid spreads and old newspapers on the long coffee table in the center of the room, thumbing through it until he found some interesting pictures along with an article about lions.

Scott groaned low in his throat and begrudgingly took a seat beside him, pouting like a petulant little child as he folded his arms over his chest and stared down at the black and white tiled floor that looked like it had come right out of a 1980’s kitchen. Stiles nudged Scott’s arm with his elbow, flashing his friend a bolstering smile as he told him, “It’s just the dentist, relax. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Scott didn’t seem to appreciate the advice, sending Stiles a pathetic attempt at a glare that was supposed to be scathing but in reality just made him look more constipated than a Chihuahua. Apparently, Scott took his dental hygiene very seriously and while he had been going to Hale Dentistry ever since he was a little kid, same as Stiles, he had been anxious for his appointment since he was informed that his usual dentist would not be in and another doctor would be covering the checkup.

So, being the amazing, wonderful, out of this world best friend slash pretty much brother, that Stiles was, when he found out that Scott was worried about his appointment, he volunteered to go along with him. For moral support, of course.

It certainly wasn’t because his dad was trying some new diet that was beyond disgusting and was invented solely to torment Stiles’ taste buds, the Sheriff insisting that his only son stick to said hellish diet to show solidarity. Yup, it had nothing to do with the fact that he was hoping to stop by McDonald’s and Taco Bell on his way home. Nada.

Stiles had at first just thought that Scott was a little cagey because of the disruption to his routine, never a huge fan of change, thinking that his buddy was just a little nervous about meeting the new doctor that would have their fingers all up in his mouth. But that wasn’t the case. Scott was genuinely anxious, jumping from one worst case scenario to the next, one minute talking about how the new doctor might accidentally chip his tooth and the next talking about how he hoped the new doctor didn’t smell bad.

Stiles had a feeling that he was experiencing what it was like for other people when he inevitably wound up rambling on and on about something or another. He would have to bake his dad an appreciation cake. A low-fat, dairy-free appreciation cake, of course.

With his usual comforting tactics not working, namely self-deprecating humor and poor attempts at levity, Stiles decided to go the way of quiet comfort, gently patting Scott’s arm and giving him lots of thumbs up and encouraging smiles until the receptionist called them back to the exam room. Stiles hopped up out of his seat, feeling a bit fidgety and restless and extremely unfocused since he had forgotten his Adderall that morning. Scott much more reluctant to get back to his feet.

They followed the pretty nurse, who wore a nametag pinned to her orange fox patterned scrubs that identified her as Kira, into the exam room, Stiles thanking her while Scott continued to sulk like a kid who had just let go of his balloon. While Scott got situated in the exam seat, Stiles sunk down into a nice cushiony chair by the door, tugging his phone out of his pocket to check Pokemon Go, having been addicted since they added Gen Two.

He managed to catch two Jigglypuffs and a Cyndiquil before the doctor came in the room, making Stiles’ jaw nearly drop. Because doctors, especially not dentists, should be allowed to be that hot. Once someone achieved that level of hotness they should be promoted to Calvin Klein models or porn stars, preferably gay porn stars.

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The Summer Fling (Chapter 5) - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Doug’s 2015 Nissan Sentra”

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader/OFC

Author’s Note: this chapter will be the death of me. I’m sorry it’s so long. it’s mostly just spacing for song lyrics and text messages.

Additional Note: Songs played, in conjunction with reading if you’re fancy. True Care

Cavalier. 

I Lie Awake Every Night.

Summary: Julia O’Brien throws a party at invites you,  but not before Dylan had already done the same or something.. Idk, just read it. It’s good. 

Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six

Originally posted by connectingsilence

“Why are you being weird?”

“I"m not being weird. What am I doing right now that is me being weird?” You looked back at Sarah, your best friend and Julia O'Brien’s college roommate.

“That is like the fifth time you’ve checked your makeup in the mirror.” Sarah said with a grin.

“No, it’s not.” You rolled your eyes, and pushed the visor back up against the roof of the car.

“David, she’s looked like five times, right?!” Sarah said, her words slurring slightly as she had pre-gamed at your house before leaving while you were getting ready.

You glanced over at your Uber driver and he contorted his face. “It’s Doug, for the third time… and yea, you kind of have checked a lot.”

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anonymous asked:

how do you think the rfa would react to an mc who was nervous about having sex with them because she'd never done it before? like she's nervous about not being good at it or making a mistake

Sure thing! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧
Before I start this off, I do want you (all of you and the anon!) to know it’s perfectly okay to be nervous your first time, or your first time with a new person.
You can get better at sex! No one ever seems to talk about that, but guys and girls get very worried over having to be the very best on the first try. I can tell you my first time with a guy wasn’t very satisfying due to both of us being nervous as hell, and that’s completely normal, okay?
If you sleep with someone and they’re mean about the first time not being super duper amazing, kick em to the curb! Find someone who’s willing to help you be more comfortable, and you help them as well!
Okay, lecture over, headcannon time!


Zen

- When you first admitted it to him after an intense make out, he ended up blushing and pulling away a bit to look you in the eye.

- “Am I going too fast?”

- “No- I mean, well… I don’t know.” You wrung your fingers nervously, feeling your spine light up with anxiety. “I wouldn’t mind to keep going but… I just want you to know I’m going to be terrible at it.”

- “Babe, no.” He kissed your forehead, slipping his hands together with yours. “Don’t think like that, okay? You won’t be terrible.”

- “But I haven’t done ‘it’ before.”

- “So?”

- You clammed up, not really knowing what else to say. You kinda ruined the mood already…

- But Zen wasn’t letting the topic go so easily. He brushed your hair away from your face, kissing your cheek this time. “The only way you could make it bad for us is if I wake up the next morning, and you’ve left and broken up with me, okay, hun?”

- You scoffed a bit, rolling your eyes, but… That did kinda make you feel a bit better.

- The next time you two ended up getting a bit too handsy, he gave you a questioning look. After a brief pause, you nodded, and the two of you ended up moving to the bedroom.

- You were nervous- Shaking and almost even tearing up from worry- but Zen just calmly and carefully led you through it. Small kisses, going slow, asking if what he was doing felt good.

- When the pleasure was getting to you, you finally let your guard down a bit, and just flowed along with the motions- Doing what you felt was right.

- Zen gave you small praises as you acted on your own- Telling you how good you felt and how every brush of your lips was driving him wild

- Admittedly, it didn’t take too long for either of you to finish. I mean… It had been a while for him too.

- He shyly slipped an arm around you after the two of you cleaned up. “Princess, do you mind if we cuddle?”

- You ended up laughing quietly, pulling him closer to you and nuzzling his shoulder.

- Yeah… That wasn’t too bad.

- I mean, practice makes perfect too….

Yoosung

- He ended up confessing that to you at first. Shyly admitting it one day after a long cuddle session on his bed. 

- “Yoosung, I haven’t done anything like that either…”

- He was actually kinda glad. He didn’t feel so unmanly now if you hadn’t either!

- But…He still didn’t know what to do if the two of you ever went that far…

- Over the course of a week, he ended up privately talking to his guild mates and Zen (Seven would Not take him seriously, there was no way he was going to ask him for advice!!). Zen offered him pretty legit advice. How to properly use a condom, how to try and hold out, what he had personally discovered girls liked.

- And…Since a lot of his guild mates were girls, they were more than willing to give tips for your sake. I mean, girls gotta look out for each other!

- (It would take him ages to admit that he had to ask for advice from others)

- Your main research was the occasional smut fic or two, or the heavy romance scene in a game/novel.

- So, the two of you weren’t completely clueless about sex, but you both were nervous

- One night you came over to a dimly lit apartment with a few flowers in a vase, Yoosung looking completely red-faced. He was trying his best to be romantic but also letting you have a way out if you needed it.

- When it came time where you both were half undressed- Yoosung ended up shaking more than you. He didn’t want to hurt you at all, but he knew he was probably going to screw up.

- It ended up with the both of you slowly helping each other out- Settling each others nerves with sweet kisses and burning touches

- (He was so relieved when he managed to last long enough for you to cum first holy shit )

- Afterwards, the two of you shyly cuddled. Him asking you if any of it felt good, and you doing the same. Both of you blushing and giggling as you two realized you made each other feel pretty damn good.

Jumin

- He actually expected it when you first admitted it to him. Some previous conversations had hinted at you never going that far, and your blush when he teased at such things was another clue as well. Either that, or you were very shy.

- He hadn’t slept with anyone before either, but that didn’t mean he didn’t know what to do. Before he had met you, he did check out a few Expert Playboy books for research, in case he ever needed/wanted to sleep with a woman

- Also to figure out some terms he had overheard some of his business partners say in gross conversation

- Needless to say, it wouldn’t bother him in the least. “That’s alright, I believe I’ve done enough research for the both of us. Regardless, no matter your experience, when we do have sex, you won’t be getting much sleep that night.”

- (Jumin calm the fuck down jfc)

- Even though he sounds like he’s going to be rough (and some various hints that he may like it rough), he would plan to be very careful with you the first time. 

- He would set it up to be romantic, but also have strong hints about it during the say so you have plenty of time to tell him no if need be. He doesn’t ever want to force anything on you.

- When it finally comes to the night where the two of you have sex for the first time, he would initiate a lot of foreplay for your benefit only- Getting you relaxed and calmer about the situation.

- Fingering? Oral? Yes yes yes. Even a small break of just kissing in between the foreplay and the real deal.

- And even then, he asks to make sure you’re ready, that you can still stop him if you don’t want to do this.

- He’s gentle through the whole thing. A few hickies, very light nips, trying not to grasp your thighs so tightly. But by the end the both of you are worn out and he lazily pulls you to him to cuddle.

Jaehee

- She’s had sex before, but…Not with a woman. When you admit to her you’ve never done it with any gender, she’s very understanding and doesn’t mind it.

- But she’s nervous as well. Due to having to research things constantly, she also researches how to have sex with you. She mostly goes by what feels good for her, but who she slept with wasn’t really much for focusing on a woman’s pleasure, rather than his own, so…

- Regardless, when the time comes that the two of you do it, she’s very gentle with you. Makes sure her nails are clipped and short, nothing to hurt you, and focuses on the first time together to be mainly for your pleasure, and to lessen your nerves about sex in general.

- She focuses on kisses, on your neck, on your breast, as she circles the pad of her finger around your clit

- The first time between you doesn’t last that long- After fingering you for a while you do cum easily (WHICH ISN’T BAD IT’S NORMAL), and she refuses for you to try anything.

- “I just want to focus on you tonight, dear.”

- She does insist on cuddles, and for open discussion on anything you didn’t enjoy.

Seven

- Buddy.

- He is a huge virgin right next to Yoosung. Granted, if it wasn’t for his job, he would probably have had sex before, but that’s a different subject.

- When you shyly admit it to him, he just smiles. “Yeah, me either! It’s okay though!”

-( He has probably watched a lot of porn, though…)

- But, really, he doesn’t mind. And why would he? He hasn’t had sex either, he can’t really judge anyone, nor does he want to.

- He does want the two of you to have a slow pace, though. He doesn’t want to have sex unless the both of you are very ready for it, and after it’s been a bit into the relationship.

- He doesn’t want you to think he’s using you for sex. You’re the light of his life, he never wants you to even come close to thinking he’s using you for anything.

- When the time does finally roll around, he’s very nervous but tries covering it up with bad sex puns. Some so bad you’re even smacking his shoulder and telling him he’s killing the mood.

- But, when the two of you finally get to the point where he’s inside of you, he’s constantly muttering praises to you.

- Watching your features to make sure he’s not hurting you- Watching you as he gives you some of the best physical pleasure you’ve ever had.

- All during sex he’s peppering you with kisses- Anywhere he can touch. Shoulder, face, neck, chest. Just anywhere, because he wants to make sure you know he’s doing this out of love, and not just to seek pleasure.

- Afterwards, the man is all over you in cuddles. It’s probably the only time he’s not talking or joking- He’s so tired and happy.

- He does check and make sure he didn’t hurt you, though.

Saeran

- When you admitted it to him, he blushed rather harshly. You were slightly taken aback, because he didn’t blush too much unless it was due to PDA.

- He looked off to the side, trying to contemplate exactly what to say to you.

- “Are…You okay with someone like me being your first?”

- “I don’t mind, I’m just sorry in advance. I won’t be very good, at all actually.”

- He gripped your chin lightly, turning you towards him. “Hey, don’t talk about yourself like that.”

- Right…He really hated it when you talked down on yourself. The first time you did it he held your hands so tight as he explained all your negativity about yourself was bullshit to him.

- He loosened his grip on you, slowly leaned over to give your lips a soft kiss.

- “I’m glad you’re willing to accept me as your first…”

- God, was he still blushing?

- He wasn’t very good at being romantic on purpose. Most of the time when he swooned you, it was on accident. He was just saying what he truly felt. Who knew that actually worked?

- But when the two of you were cuddling, and you felt him get hard, you turned around to face him- Purposely kissing him a bit deeper than usual.

- “Saeran….If you want to…”

- He didn’t need to be asked twice. 

- He was used to the rougher stuff- Just quick hookups in bars and the like- But he didn’t want it to be like that with you, not your first time.

- He carefully traced his fingers over your nude body, swirling his his pads over the spots he loved the most, carefully watching your face for any sign for him to stop instantly.

- He was happy that he at least knew the basics of sex. Sure, in the past when he had done it, it was mainly for his own pleasure, but…The girls said he was good? He hoped he was good to you, too…

- He left marks all over your neck and jaw- Hickies and nips that were a bit too harsh (”…Sorry, do you need me to stop?”)- His fingers dipped into you and hit your gspot on nearly every pump (”A-Are you okay?”)

-By the time the two of you were done, your legs were shaking from how he managed to rock you through two orgasms. 

- He slipped an arm around you, burying his face in the nook of your neck.

- “I told you, you were fine. Stop doubting yourself.”

The Dice Game

Summery: Valentine’s Day Fun Times

Triggers: Smut, oral (receiving and giving), penetrative sex

Word Count: 1600+

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day guys. This year I didn’t think I would get a card, but my mystery man turned up once again. I hope i find out who he is at some point. Kinda based off this game.

Originally posted by fvckmxk

It was Valentine’s Day and, finally, you weren’t alone. You and Bucky had been dating since you first went to the compound as an intern. He was always very shy and left the room when you would enter. Since you had a thing for him, he was very visually stimulating, you’d ask Steve why. Usually he would just pass it off as a coincidence.

But one day you heard them talking. Bucky then revealed that he also had a crush on you and - after running into you and finding out you had overheard the conversation - you had been dating ever since.

At first, Bucky didn’t like too much physical contact. It was understandable. He said he didn’t want to hurt you. But after weeks of getting more and more comfortable with each other, you finally spent the night together. Even after 70 years without a relationship he was the best you ever had.

Now it was Valentine’s Day. Bucky had just taken you out for a fancy dinner, he told you to get all dolled up for him. And, from the look on his face, he liked it. The thing he didn’t know about was the red lingerie you wore underneath. All throughout dinner you wore a sly smile knowing the night was going to be eventful.

‘I can’t get the keys in the door’ Bucky moaned against your lips. After dinner things had heated up in the taxi home. Right now, your legs were wrapped around his waist, hiking up the dress you hid your underwear with. You stopped kissing him and attacked his neck, trying to suck a dark red patch. His new found freedom allowed him to open the door and you fell though. The door shut behind you and he began stripping you down.

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SWEATY PALMS CH3

Summary: “DESPERATE NEED: BASSIST. NO SHIT TASTE IN MUSIC. PLUS: BE HOT.” That was all the flyer had said along with a location. Eddie would usually never go to some random club to try out for a band full of people he didn’t know, but his therapist DID tell him to take some more risks.

Read Ch 1 HERE, Ch 2 HERE

Pairings: Reddie, slight Mike/Stan/Bill

Warnings: internalized homophobia, vomit, hints to sexual content. (please remember that these characters are all over the ages of 21)

Thank you AGAIN @losvcr so much for being my beta for this. What would I do without you??

Taglist: @just-an-akward-fangirl, @hauntedtozier, @achievehuntress, @my-son-richie-tozier, @decaffeinatedpostmoon, @rhubarberous, @littletwinstxrs, @bl0w-ur-dad

The warm skin that Eddie had felt in his hands was replaced with cold porcelain. His knuckles went white as he lurched forward, his stomach emptying once again. Eddie tried to remember what had lead up to this; he had downed some vodka and now he was here. At least the hand on his back let Eddie know he wasn’t alone.

“Damn Eds, you gonna make it?” Richie snorted, continuing to rub circles into his back.

Maybe he would rather be alone. This was so embarrassing. Eddie groaned as his memories rushed back.

Eddie and Richie’s heavy breathing synced together as the music stopped, Richie pressing his forehead to the smaller man’s.

“Holy shit, Eds. Didn’t peg you for the dancing type.” He rested his hands on Eddie’s waist, rubbing exposed skin with his thumbs.

“Me neither.” Eddie let out a breathy laugh, lightly pressing back against Richie’s forehead. He had never felt this free before. His head was spinning. His fingers were tingling. He felt a bit nauseous. Richie pulled back with a concerned look on his face.

“You alright, Eddie? You don’t look so good.” He smoothed back Eddie’s hair before pressing a hand to his forehead.

“R-Richie…I don’t feel so hot..” Before Richie had the chance to back away Eddie was hurling onto his shirt.

“Oh, gross! Alright okay, everyone make some space!” Richie had dealt with puke before, he was in a band after all. Richie ushered Eddie upstairs and to the bathroom.

Eddie groaned, his dread being realized has he looked over Richie’s vomit covered shirt.

“Oh god, Richie, I’m sorry.” He mumbled out, resting his forehead in his hand.

“Don’t worry about it Eds, you were really cool.” Richie kept his hand on Eddie’s back.

“I puked on you, that’s not cool.” He wanted to die right there.

“Eddie, listen. You drank like a champ and were the best dance partner I’ve probably ever had.” Richie flashed him a huge grin and Eddie felt his heart squeeze.

“Really?” Eddie couldn’t help but smile. Richie nodded, scooting closer to him and moving his hand from Eddie’s back to rest on his shoulder. He couldn’t help his gaze from landing on Eddie’s lips. Richie had just watched this guy puke his guts out, why’d he want to kiss him so bad?

There was a knock on the doorframe and both their heads whipped up.

Mike stood in the doorway a glass of water in hand.

“Am I interrupting?” He smirked at Richie who was shaking his head furiously.

“Nah. Han my man, what’s up?” He slowly stood, resting his hand gently on top of Eddie’s head.

“Just wanted to bring this poor kid some water.” Mike’s gaze shifted to Eddie with a soft smile as he walked over to crouch down next to the poor man still kneeling next to the toilet. He held out the glass of water.

“You feeling any better?”

Eddie’s shaky hands took the glass, pressing it to his lips lightly.

“Yeah, thank you.” He nodded before realization struck, he hadn’t just puked on Richie but on the floor as well. “I have to go clean that up!”

Mike shook his head. “It’s alright, I already took care of it.” Eddie’s cheeks went red.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry. That must have been so gross.” He took a small sip of water as Mike laughed.

“It’s alright, I used to work on a farm. I’ve seen a lot worse than a little puke.” Mike smiled wider as Eddie continued with the apologizes.

Richie gently curled his fingers in Eddie’s soft hair, sending chills down his spine. He was about to thank Mike again for about the hundredth time when their attention was brought to a door opening across the hall.

Eddie’s face nearly turned beet red watching what was happening in front of them. Bill had Stan pinned against the open door, trailing kisses down his neck. Both the men’s hands were trying to remove the other person’s shirt as fast as they could. Bill only pulled away to pull his shirt over his head, moving back into what Eddie could only guess was their bedroom.

Stan watched the other man with a look that made Eddie’s insides tighten.

Should I be watching this?

Suddenly, Stan turned his attention over to them; more specifically Mike. A grin broke out over Stan’s face as he pointed to the now blushing Mike, making a calling motion with his finger. Mike stood quickly, brushing his hands over his pants.

“Well have a good night you two. Feel better Eddie!” He quickly made his way to Stan and Eddie could barely make out what the curly-haired man said as Mike closed the door behind him, but he heard it.

“Did you really think we’d start without you?”

Eddie stared into his glass of water, his cheeks still flushed while Richie sat on the edge of the bathtub and watched Eddie squirm.

“Does that stuff make you uncomfortable?” Richie stared him down.

“Sex? I’m not a kid, Richie.” Eddie couldn’t look up from the glass.

“No I mean- does it make you uncomfortable ‘cause they’re all guys?” Eddie shrunk in on himself, trying to ignore his mother’s words bouncing around in his head.

Faggots! Disgusting! Eddie you’re not like them! You’re not gay Eddie, we’ll get you help!

Eddie shook his head before downing the rest of his water.

“It doesn’t bother me.” He didn’t sound very convincing. His eyes shot to Richie who was just frowning, and Eddie let out a sigh.

“I wasn’t brought up by the most accepting person.” His eyes were back to the now empty glass.

As Richie stoop up, Eddie’s stomach dropped. He was sure Richie was going for the door. How could he have already fucked this whole situation up? Richie had to hate him now.

Stupid, so stupid, Eddie.

His thoughts stopped dead when he felt Richie’s hand on the top of his head again. It was just as gentle as the time before.

“Let’s get you to bed alright, Ed’s?” Eddie looked up to the taller man who had nothing but love in his eyes. It made Eddie’s stomach flip.

“A-Alright.” He slowly stood and Richie placed a hand on his arm to steady him before they made their way to Richie’s bedroom.

It looked exactly how Eddie would have imagined it; posters lining every inch of the walls, clothes strewn all over the floor, and a desk covered in pages of music and lyrics.

“Sorry it’s a mess.” Richie apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. Eddie just kept taking in all the stuff that Richie had; most of it looked like junk, but cool junk. He walked over to Richie’s desk, smiling fondly as he picked up a Magic 8Ball and sat down onto Richie’s bed.

“Are you twelve?” He looked up to the taller man who was now blushing.

“Hey! That thing has helped me write a lot of songs, alright?” A grin formed on his face as he kicked off his shoes and sat down next to Eddie.

“You do know they’re completely random, right?” Eddie went to shake the 8ball but Richie took it from his hands.

“I’m telling you these things really work, Ed’s” Richie shook it in his hands. “Is Eddie going to be a good addition to the Losers’ Club?” Eddie blushed as Richie asked the question. The answer showed: Very Likely.

“See! It’s magic!” Richie had the biggest smile on his face as Eddie took the 8Ball back.

“Is Richie a total nerd?” Eddie beamed back at the curly-haired man as the answer showed: Yes.

“Woah Richie you might actually be right!” Eddie laughed, and made Richie’s heart squeeze.

“Alright smart guy, give me that!” Richie playfully tried to wrestle the 8Ball from Eddie’s hands.

“No! I’m not done!” They continued the struggle before they both fell back onto the bed, Richie holding himself up over Eddie on shaky arms. The room went silent as Eddie stared up at Richie, their faces only inches apart. Eddie’s hand went limp, the 8ball rolling onto the floor.

After a moment, Richie finally broke the silence. “Do you like the left or the right side?” Eddie’s cheeks flushed while Richie slowly stood up. “Or I could take the floor, I don’t mind.”

Eddie shook his head.

“I-It’s fine. I don’t mind sharing.” Eddie sat up again, pushing off his shoes and scooting onto the left side of the bed. He watched as Richie opened his closet and sifted through a pile of clothes before pulling out a clean shirt. Eddie’s cheeks warmed again as he remembered why Richie had to change.

Richie pulled the dirty shirt off and Eddie couldn’t help but stare. Richie was tall and skinny, but his arms and back had enough definition to show from all the playing and lifting of equipment he did. Eddie felt a dryness in his throat as he watched Richie’s bare back flex, but Richie frowned as he caught a look of himself in a standing mirror he had next to his closet.

Fuck, I look like shit.

After Richie pulled on the shirt and ran his fingers through his hair, Eddie was quick to lay down and pretend he hadn’t been staring when the curly-haired man turned his attention back to the bed. Without warning, Richie flung himself onto the side next to Eddie, a grin on his face while Eddie tried his hardest not to look. A a blush was still creeping up his neck.

Why was I staring? That’s so creepy.

Richie leaned over Eddie to place his glasses on the nightstand. Eddie’s heart was beating like crazy.

“Night, Eds” Richie laid on his back, closing his eyes. Eddie studied Richie’s face for a moment before turning to face the taller man and closing his eyes tight.

Maybe I shouldn’t drink anymore

It had been about an hour until Richie was sure Eddie was asleep. He could hear soft snores over the muffled music still playing from downstairs. Richie turned to face the man sleeping next to him and he carefully reached out to gently push a few strands of hair from Eddie’s face. Eddie may not have understood, but Richie wasn’t a stranger to these kinds of feelings. If only Eddie Kaspbrak was gay was all Richie could think to himself.

I’m so fucked.

anonymous asked:

Could we please get junkrat getting jealous of Mercy because reader keeps going to see her. Turns out reader is going for check ups as they are now pregnant by junkrat. Reader revels to him at the end its twins.

Thanks for the request!  I love writing for Junkrat, my trash son.


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Twice now you had done it.  Two times in which you told your boyfriend that you couldn’t be with him because you had to go see Dr. Zeigler.  And those were just the times you had a planned appointment, and not including the five times you were sick and gone to see her.  At first he was worried something was gravely wrong with you–because why else would you be throwing up throughout the day without giving him a reason?  No, he knew you must have just wanted to spend time with the kind doctor.

“What’cha think she’s doin’ Roadie?” he asked.  He sat hunched over a table, chin resting on the metal as he poked at a bomb with one finger.  

“Her business,” came the rumbled reply.  He was reading a book beside the smaller Junker, mask on and turning pages quickly despite his narrow field of vision.

A whine escaped between Jamison’s teeth that turned into a loud groan.  In a quick motion he flicked a match up and lit the end of the bomb’s fuse.  He laughed as he watched it burn down until Roadhog reached over, never looking away from his book, and put the fuse out with his thumb and index finger.  Another whine came from Jamison.  

“What’s going on in here?” came your voice as you walked into the room.  You were a little paler than normal, but you smiled.  Jamison eyed you, knowing you had just been to see the doctor and questioning why you were smiling.  Normally you only smiled for him like that, but lately it had been after your visits.  He let his tongue slid over his teeth, arms crossed.  

Your eyes fell from his pouting lips to the small round bomb on the table.  “Jami, you know you can’t set things off in here.  Just go to the blasting range if you want; that’s what it’s there for.”  You came around the table and gave him a kiss on the cheek, thinking his pout was because of the bomb and nothing more.  “We can go now if you want?”

He jumped at the idea, grinning wide.  Grabbing your hand he practically dragged you to the blasting range outside, scarred with black marks and holes in every corner of the concrete.  The wide area had been added in especially for Jami, after he set a few too many fires inside and even Roadhog had trouble keeping him under control during the long periods without a mission.  You noticed someone had set up a few targets, most likely Roadhog, with omnic faces painted on them.

A box of frag grenades sat on a plastic table, along with a few other various explosives.    You each fell into your usual rhythm, where you would light the match and fuse, and then he would throw the bomb out–sometimes it hit the target, sometimes it would “accidentally” go closer to the buildings.  But with you there he normally behaved, and would watch you as much as he would watch the explosions.  Today though, he didn’t feel like doing either.  Today, he wanted to do something very different.

As you flicked the match and watched the yellow flame ignite, you held it out to Jami with a smile.  As much as he loved to see your smile he gave you a pout and held up the bomb from earlier, watching it light the fuse.  You waited for him to throw it at the first target, a large omnic head painted on, but he didn’t.

“Jami?” you asked, suddenly worried.  There wasn’t much time before the fuse ran out.

“I’m not sure I feel like usin’ the targets, darl,” he said.  “Why not blow something real up for once?”

“Jami you know–”

Before you could finish your thought, let alone your sentence, Jami tossed the bomb over his shoulder.  It bounced twice before landing in a potted plant nearby, too close for your comfort.  Your hand went to your stomach instinctively as the pot exploded, showering you both with dirt and the burning leaves of whatever was in there.

When Jami heard you shout though, he realized what he was doing.  He didn’t think much about others getting hurt, not until he met you.  And while there had been some mishaps, some minor scratches and bruises from you diving for cover, nothing he’d done had ever required you to scream or worse, require a doctor.  But when he heard you cry out, and saw you duck, and pieces of the pot flew in your direction he felt as if his heart had stopped.

Jami quickly pulled you to the ground and covered your body with his, wrapping all around you.  Sharp edges of the pot sunk into his skin, some small and some not so much.  They tore into muscle, drawing blood quickly.  He barely felt it at all, his body pumped full of adrenaline as he tried his best to protect you.  When he knew the shrapnel was finished, and the world was quiet with settled dirt, he lifted back slightly to look at you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry babe,” he stated, tears springing to his eyes, “I didn’t mean that.  I’m sorry, I just don’t think.  You know me, I just can’t think sometimes.”  He swatted his head with his metal hand twice before you grabbed it.

“Jami,” you breathed, “it’s fine.  I’m fine, are you?”

“No, no, no,” he mumbled, “not fine.  Ya keep leavin’ me, I don’t like it.  Can’t think straight without you.”

Jami stood, holding his hands out for you to help you up.  Your eyes fell on the blood on his shoulder, a thick piece of clay pot sticking out of it.  You said, “We can talk about that after you go see Angela.”

Jami couldn’t stop the groan crawl out of the back of his throat.  When his nose crinkled you didn’t give him time to try and stop.  So you kept hold of him and walked him to see Angela, your legs still shaky after the explosion.  When you arrived she didn’t seem shocked to see you again.  

“Was the medicine not enough, Y/N?  Still nauseous?” she asked.

All you had to do was turn Jami around for her to understand.  He’d gone to see her plenty of times for stitches and various remedies, but he never had such a scowl on his face.  When you mentioned that you were there when it happened she immediately handed Jami off to a nurse to be patched up and attended to you.  The perks of being friends with the doctor.

Jami wanted you to stay with him, if only to keep you away from Angela.  You almost went with him until Angela insisted on a quick checkup after the scare.  

Only when the debris was taken out of his back and shoulders did he get to see you again.  But when the nurse pulled the curtain around your bed back, he wasn’t sure what he was seeing.

You lay on the bed, shirt up and tapping your fingers along the bed rail, staring at a photo in your other hand.  You appeared nervous, he thought, and your stomach shone with some kind of gel on it.

“What’s this?” he asked.  Had he really hurt you?  He felt his eyes water at the very idea of it.  Before he could start to pull at his hair and whine Angela turned to him and said, “She is fine.  Just wanted to be safe since…”  Her eyes fell on you.

“Since?” Jami prodded.  His heart nearly stopped again with those words.

“Jami,” you said slowly, “I wanted to wait a bit to tell you this…just to…make sure everything was okay.”

He moved closer to you, quickly grabbing onto your hand with his human one, and holding your arm with his other.  “You’re killin’ me here, darl.  What is it, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to do something with you.”  You nodded at Angela, who then placed the ultrasound probe on your belly.  Jami watched, eyes wide and eager as he tried to understand what was happening.

Soon an image flicked onto the nearby screen that Dr. Zeigler was staring at with a smile, recognizing something there.  You smiled too, but you kept your eyes on Jami.  Eventually you could both hear tiny beats, the steady pumping of a little heart.

“Ya…” he said.  His eyes focused on the black and white shape on the screen, the blurry image hard to make out.  But Jami was a smart man, and while you hadn’t thought he’d ever seen an ultrasound before you knew he would find this out on his own.  “Ya pregnant?”  He looked at you, mouth agape.  “With mine?”

You laughed and pushed the photo at him.  “Yes, with yours!”  Releasing you from his grip he stared down at the photo Angela had given you earlier that day, and then back at the screen.  The heartbeats could still be heard, and Jami seemed to stall.

“Sounds like he’s got a fast heart,” he finally said.  He kept looking between the screen and the photo.

“They’re perfectly healthy,” you replied, “both of them.”

Jami blinked at you.  “Both?”

You smiled, tears coming to your eyes partly because you weren’t sure if Jami’s reaction was a happy one, and partly because you were hearing your baby’s heartbeats for the first time.  “Yeah, twins.  I wanted to wait until you knew to hear them for the first time.”

Expression still shocked, you couldn’t read him.  Angela remained quiet.  A tear began to slide down your cheek, thinking he wasn’t happy.

“Imma be a father,” he whispered.  “Imma be someone’s daddy?”  Neither you nor Angela had anytime to say a word as he shouted, “Imma be someone’s daddy!”  He laughed loudly, nearly crushing the photo in his hands.

You let out a breath, seeing the huge smile on his face.  You added, “Two someone’s.”

“Two,” he breathed.  When he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks he leaned over and kissed you, wiping at your cheeks with his thumbs.  The kiss was long, somewhat breathtaking as you tried not to cry any more.  It must have lasted longer than you thought because you two only stopped when Angela cleared her throat.  Jami was slower to pull away.

“How far along are ya?”

“About three months,” you answered.

He looked to your stomach.  “Can’t tell at all, love.”

Dr. Zeigler handed you a cloth to wipe away the gel on your belly, and once it was gone you were about to pull your shirt down when Jami’s hand touched you gently.  His hand was hot, and a little sweaty, but he touched you as if you were glass.  You weren’t sure he had ever been so gentle with you.  His thumb stroked over your skin as he lowered himself down to eye level with your stomach.

“Two,” he whispered, “two little babies in there.”

“No more blasting range for you,” Angela said, giving you a frown.  “You will need as much rest and calm as you can get.  Twins can be complicated, you know.”  She turned her attention to Jami when you nodded.  “You need to take care of her, Jamison.”

“Absolutely, doc,” Jami replied, his hand still on your stomach.  He looked up at you.  “Whatever ya need, I got it.”  He let out a fit of giggles.  “Roadie’s gonna be so excited!”

You and Angela exchange a glance.  You said, “I’m sure he’ll be…something.”

You weren’t sure how Roadhog would feel having two little Jami’s running around, but you didn’t care; all that mattered was Jami’s own excitement.

BONUS (because it popped into my head)

“Roadie, buddy!” Jami said as you and he walked hand in hand into their workspace.  “We got news.  We’re having kids!  Two!  There are two little babies growing in Y/N!”

Roadhog looked up from his book, his expression nearly blank with the mask on but you could see his eyes widen.

“You’re having two kids?” he questioned.  The longest sentence you’d ever heard him say.  

“Yeah, twins!  Inn’it great?”

Slowly, Roadhog shut his book and set it on the table.  He stood and walked towards you both before saying, “I quit.”

No Rest for the Wicked | 01

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Summary: You’re hired in the middle of BTS tour to replace a colleague. One of your talents gets unexpectedly noticed by Taehyung who is also struggling with some personal issues…

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: angst, very light smut

Word count: 9.5k

No Rest for the Wicked | 01 | 02


You were exhausted. Simply, totally, undeniably exhausted. And you had been for more than a week, now. It was the third night in a row that you had to wake up before sunrise and when you didn’t have to, you went to bed so late that you saw the sun appear through the curtains.

When your boss Eunji called, trying to hold the tears and asking you to replace her on her job, you didn’t even try to make it difficult for her to come back home. At first, you were sure something tragic happened, but then she explained: a baby. A blessing, actually. Her long-awaited pregnancy became a reality among everyone’s disbelief.

She got the news while on tour in Bangkok, from a Thai doctor who made sure she understood that the chemicals and the fatigue were a no-no for her condition. And Bangkok was where you flew with the first flight in the morning to join the hair and make-up team that was following BTS on tour.

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Business and Pleasure - Part 6

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,456

Warnings: Swearing, implied smut

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Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

The next morning you woke suddenly as the sun crept into the room, peeking out from behind the blue silk curtains. Where am I, you wondered in confusion. This definitely wasn’t your apartment, and it certainly wasn’t Wanda’s either. The moment you glanced at your hand, the ring glinting in the light, memories came flooding back to you. You were in James’ apartment, which was now yours too.

The events of the previous night washed over you almost like a wave. You had fought with James again. It had all been a misunderstanding. You had kicked Steve out. He probably wasn’t too happy about that, and you made a mental note to apologize to him once you arrived at the office later in the day. He couldn’t stay mad at you if you brought him food, after all. That reminded you. Where was James? He had slept on the couch last night, letting you take the bed. Was he still asleep?

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Pregnancy asks are my favorite to do honestly. So you can ALWAYS ask for these things

Originally posted by inccption

McCree

  • When you ask for French fires covered in honey McCree audibly gags
  • But being the amazing husband he is he makes it for you
  • Watching you eat it confuses him to no end
  • You get him to try a little bit
  • He instantly spits it out in the sink

Originally posted by inccption

Genji

  • When you ask him to make you a sandwich with chocolate and pickles he is laughing his ass off
  • It may seem very gross to him but he  makes it for you any way
  • He has a hard time smelling it. Let alone watch you eat it
  • When you offer him some he politely declines before gagging a little bit

Originally posted by hanzofromoverwatch

Hanson

  • He is horrified to watch you eat strawberries covered ranch  
  • You laugh as he tries his best to figure out why you would ever like that
  • He wont believe you when you say it tastes like heaven
  • When he learns that this is normal for pregnancy he hides the strawberries from you, Luckily you find them rather easily

Originally posted by dreamingdragongod

Junkrat

  • Pickles and ice cream? Yea sure 
  • Growing up in the outback you had to eat anything you could get your hands on
  • So seeing you eat disgusting foods is fine to him
  • He will even try some and not get phased in the slightest