it looks better with a full stop

So I watched Power Rangers last night.
And yeah, it was good and nerdy and full of little references and nods, but you know what I really loved?
I got to see an autistic superhero.
Not just a character I could headcanon as autistic, no, I got a superhero who looks people dead in the eyes and says “I’m on the spectrum”.
I got a superhero who info dumps, stims, and has special interests.
I got to see a superhero ask someone to stop touching them, not laugh at that epic joke.
I got to see a little bit of myself.
And true, it could have been better.
We could have gotten better writing, better representation but I got to see an autistic superhero. I got to see a black, male, autistic superhero, and that’s something I never thought I’d see in my lifetime.
I don’t know if other people will realize how important this is, but his autism wasn’t the butt of a joke.
It wasn’t some feel-good moment about overcoming his “disability”. He wasn’t there to be comic relief or anything else.
He is a superhero. With autism.
I just sat and stared at a screen the size of my house, with hundreds of other people, and got to see myself, my community displayed in a positive way in mainstream, really epic media.
A superhero. With autism.

fave beauty and the beast (2017) things

  • the prince’s fabulous make up
  • “if he could earn their love in return”
  • belle’s blue dress
  • “hmm… ‘je ne sais quoi’?” - “I don’t know what that means”
  • even the freaking ducks are singing
  • “it’s never gonna happen ladies”
  • gaston asking belle if she’s busy and belle saying “no”
  • otp gaston x mirrors
  • belle’s disgusted face when gaston gestures from his lower body to her when saying she should only be concerned with her own children
  • “no one can change… that much”
  • “madame gaston, his little wife, uGH
  • the whole scene with maurice in the castle
  • m a u r i c e
  • philippe, everyone’s hero
  • belle smashing lumière with a stool
  • “the east wing, or as I like to call it, the only wing
  • ‘G A S T O N’
  • gaston lifting both lefou and a lady onto his shoulders
  • “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it”
  • “he’ll blame me!” - “yes I will make sure of it”
  • “maestro, play quietly please” - “oh quietly, sotto voce, of course. are there any other tasteless demands you wish to make upon my artistry”
  • be. our. guest. be our guest put our service to the test
  • maurice trying to remember the way to the castle
  • “you really wanna marry into this family?”
  • “gaston, stop it. breathe. think happy thoughts. go back to the war! blood… explosions… countless widows…”
  • the nose boop
  • luke evans’ acting in that scene… hilariously creepy
  • “romeo and juliette fucking sucks here’s my huge library full of much better things to read” basically
  • beast is making jokes now
  • beast knocking out belle with his huge ass snowball like chill man
  • beast walking around the castle grounds with philippe and talking to him
  • belle watching that from the window and looking beautiful as hell like wow I knew I was gay but that was a solid reminder
  • “no? too touristy?”
  • the way lefou says maurice’s name and smiles when seeing he’s alive
  • waiting heeere. fooor. eee.ver.mooooore
  • luke evans singing
  • “there’s a beast running wild there’s no question, but I fear the wrong monster’s released”
  • stanley rocking that dress and owning it that’s my boy
  • lefou teaming up with mrs potts
  • “I am. not. a beast.”
  • L E F O U 
  • “turn back into a clock, turn back into a clock”
  • human plumette is so beautiful I wanted to cry
  • “how would you feel about growing a beard”
  • rawr

Happy birthday space dad !
Team voltron gave him his presents on the 28th this year !

(Bonus when you won’t stop joking about your big bro being 6 yo )

How To Stop Doubting Yourself: Aka Being a Confident Witch

This is something I see and even experience all the time. Tell me if this sounds familiar; You’re scrolling through tumblr, and come across this wand that someone hand made.. It’s beautiful, carved and engraved, with intricate copper wire wrappings and even a perfect, seamlessly attached quartz point to top it off. You make googly eyes at it, then look over at your wand, a meager oak stick you found in your yard and painted crude symbols on. Your heart breaks a little and you think to yourself, “Maybe if my wand looked like that I’d be a better/awesome/powerful/____ witch” 

If the above scenario brings back memories full of tears and angst, then this post is for you. I present; Five Ways To Stop Doubting Yourself and Your Practice.  Read on witches!

  1. GET OFF TUMBLR
    1. Yes it’s an awesome resource with tons of knowledge and a great way to connect and share ideas. It’s also a great way to waste time, distract yourself, and make yourself feel bad all at once. Stop looking up aesthetic posts and pictures of other peoples altars. 
  2. Focus on what you can do, not what you can’t. 
    1. If you keep thinking about everything you can’t do (I can’t cast this spell, I can’t make this charm), you’re going to limit and hold yourself back. Focus instead on what you ARE able to do. Don’t look for a spell online or in a book, and be torn down when you don’t have that 5000 year old rare herb and the 323rd hair from a camels thigh. Instead, think about what you do have, and how you can use that to make your spell work! 
    2. Also side note that you cana literally subsitute just about any ingredient in a spell or charm for something else. So just because you don’t have rose hips doesn’t mean you can’t cast that love spell. It just means you should use rose petals or even rosemary instead. 
  3. Start forming you own craft!
    1. So often we get discouraged because we find a path that we think will suit us, and we start to go down in, only to discover that parts of it just don’t click. You don’t believe in this tenet, you don’t feel right when you use this method. Instead, figure out what you are comfortable with, what you do like, and what you’re capable/willing to do, and build a practice that is unique and entirely your own! Not only will this benefit you, but if you ever get the point where you’re comfortable sharing it, then it’s going to be you that others are sighing, trying to learn from, instead of vice versa! 
  4. Stop Thinking You Aren’t Good Enough
    1. There is no rule book to being a witch. There’s no code of conduct for practicing witchcraft. There’s absolutely no standard, and there’s no bar that you have to meet. If you practice, study, experiment, dip your toes in, or even just side eye witchcraft curiously, you can call yourself a witch. That’s all there is to it. And you’re doing a great job at it. 
  5. Don’t forget that witchcraft is 110% customizable
    1. You don’t have to believe in a certain idea, or practice a specific form, or use herbs, or work with spirits, or use animal parts, or do divination. You can make it whatever you want and that’s awesome because no one else practices the way you do. Your witchcraft is entirely unique to you and that’s FUCKING SWEET
because we love our hogwarts boys.

give me hufflepuff boys; big hands and soft lips and ready to encase you with warmth and love whenever you’re in need. hufflepuff boys, strong and cheerful, but most of all kind and understanding, full of ideas and loveliness! hufflepuff boys with envious long lashes, fluttering as they send you a wink. give me hufflepuff boys who are fair and loyal, boys who aren’t afraid to love the weak and make a claim against all odds. hufflepuff boys who watch you sail away with your kite, apple-red cheeks and a soft curve to their lips. hufflepuff boys who are hardworking and dedicated, stopping at nothing to earn what they deserve. because hufflepuff boys deserve everything.

give me slytherin boys with blazing eyes; full of desire and the need for control. slytherin boys with mischievous grins, looking back at you in the dark while dragging you forward; your hand in theirs and you’re feeling fire. because slytherin boys are mysterious and beautiful and full of something you want to know better. because they are the children your parents warned you about. give me slytherin boys who are persistent and stubborn; constantly trying to prove a point, because they are compassionate and fighters. give me slytherin boys who want no more than a love to ground them to earth, to make them realize that they are wonderful, that they are not their parents. because beneath those plates of silver armor, there lies a battered, stitched heart. and all it takes is a single heart-beat to revive it.

give me gryffindor boys with darling, crooked smiles. gryffindor boys who run in the rain, laughing and shouting. give me gryffindor boys, making friends for life; trusting them in a second because all they want is another companion, another person to grow with. gryffindor boys who take strides in big lengths, trying to intimidate little ones but failing miserably as they trip over someone else’s steps. gryffindor boys with loud voices that fill up an empty room, storing memories that will never be forgotten. give me gryffindor boys with crushes left-and-right, falling faster than a raindrop from the sky. gryffindor boys who give their everything to feel happy. because gryffindors love with a love that was so much more than love.

give me ravenclaw boys with wide grins. ravenclaw boys who bite their lips so intently as they concentrate, it turns into a luscious red, ravenclaw boys with a million thoughts racing through their head, not a single second to spare before writing them down. because ravenclaw boys want to know everything, everything before it’s snatched away in an instant. give me ravenclaw boys who are shy and quiet, but are incredibly thunderous and competitive once their hearts are in play. incredible. ravenclaw boys who would rather spend their nights learning how to hatch a dragon than studying because it’s fascinating. ravenclaw boys who are wise and will give advice, without you asking. because ravenclaws are everything there is to being phenomenal.

The Mean Marquis

Lafayette x Reader

Note: So @a-schuylerr made a post about different Lafayette fic scenarios they would like to see and I got inspired. Thank you to @thatoneimaginesblog for being my proofreader and for putting up with me spamming you with my process on this fic. This is my longest fic and I am really excited for you to read it!

Warning: smut and that’s basically it

Word Count: 7,204 ( I expected it to be long just not this long)

Tagged: @hamiltonsquills @mehrmonga @iamgrayfox @rottwat @beckett-faye @justanotherone2u @aph-bermuda @haletotheking24


1772

When your father first announced that you were to marry a French nobleman in just over a month, you felt as if your throat had fallen into your stomach. You were angry and shocked, so angry that you could hardly form a sentence before you stormed off.

That was three days ago, your anger had subsided and left you feeling worried. Worried about the man you were going to be married to. He wasn’t just any old French nobleman he was the Marquis de Lafayette, more affectionately known as the “Mean Marquis”. You’d heard stories about him about his ruthless and cold nature when it came to business. You had also heard about how popular he was with women, and that he was always surrounded by them.

“It’s just not fair!” you yell. You’d walked far enough away from you family’s home that you know you can speak without being heard. “I don’t even know him why should I marry him?” you groan as you sink to your knees.

You take a deep breath as you feel yourself start to panic. How on earth is he going to treat me? You wonder. After everything you’ve heard about him, the best you can hope for is that he will ignore you. He will probably give you a child or two but for the most part, just forget you even exist.

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Bestfriend Trouble (1/2) | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s and Zach’s (POVs are stated before a section.)

A/N: Hello guys! This is a 2-Part story and both parts are from different requests. This is actually a bit different from the request below but I just really wanted to connect both requests so yup haha. I hope you guys enjoy!

Request: I was wondering if you could pretty please do an imagine where Zach is just hopelessly in love with the reader, he does dorky things to see her smile, his friends always tease him when she walks by, she always catches him staring at her during class or lunch, he gets really nervous when she talks to him and he tries to keep his cool when she’s near but he always fails and is just super cute, just super fluffy.

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READER’S POV

“Y/N! Y/N LOOK! LOOK!” Zach says through his mouth full of chicken tenders while he sat in front of me.

“Look how many chicken tenders I can fit in my mouth!” he continues as he tries to get my attention and I look at him in disgust, but it was pretty impressive too if I’m being completely honest.

“Zachary stop it, you look like an idiot.” I reply as I go back to reading my History notes. I promised myself that I’ll do better after failing our most recent quiz.

“I’m not going to stop until I see a smile on your face. Stop getting so bothered by that stupid quiz! There’s always 10 more after that anyway.” he says as he removes the chicken from his mouth one by one, chewing the others in the process.

“I need to keep my grades high, you know this, or else my parents will be so disappointed in me.” I reply as I become even more upset, I lean my head down on my notes.

“You’re already the perfect daughter, the perfect student and the perfect girl. No one can ever be disappointed in someone like you. You’re too hard on yourself sometimes, you don’t even see how amazing you are.” he says and I lift my head up to face him.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better.” I say as lean my chin on my right hand while pouting and Zach gets a sip of my milkshake. When he parted the glass from his mouth, a white vanilla foam moustache was left on his upper lip. He looked like one of those History people we learn about. I purse my lips while trying to hide the obvious smile on my face.

“A-HA! Is that a smile?! I see a smile! Yes! I made you smile!” he beams, fists pumping up in the air.

“You really are an idiot.” I reply as I shake my head at him and hand him a tissue.

“It’s fine. I don’t mind acting like an idiot as long as I can make you happy.” he says while munching on a french fry and I scoff at him.

Zach Dempsey has been my bestfriend ever since we were in 3rd grade when I gave him a sip of my strawberry milk and he threw up all over me shortly after. That was the first time I found out about his very sad allergy. It’s a classic story between him and I. Since then, we’ve been inseparable.

Being bestfriends with one of the most popular guys in school means you’re also friends with the people around him. You get invited to all the cool parties, you get VIP passes at every school event and people automatically think you’re more important than you actually are. It was great, but not always. I missed being with Zach, just him, just the two of us and it was moments like right now that I treasure most.

“Oh by the way, we’re all going to see the new Fast and Furious movie tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at 7 okay?” Zach suddenly asks.

“Please don’t tell me that obnoxious friend of yours will be coming too.” I say as I roll my eyes.

“Bryce? No no, Justin didn’t invite him.” he replies with a laugh.

“Alright then I’m in!” I answer and get back to reading my History notes.

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The next day

I stood by my locker as I get the books I need for next period. Great, I thought to myself, Physics next, my least favorite subject. I sigh in disappointment as I shut my locker door. I turn to my right and a smiling Zach Dempsey was leaning on the locker next to mine.

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anonymous asked:

Valentine's Day prompt: cheerleader yuuri

Victor stares at Yuuri, open-mouthed. The bottle of champagne that he’s holding in his left hand almost falls to the floor before he tightens his grip. “Yuuri,” he says, mouth dry.

“Oh, ah, is it not good?” Yuuri asks, blushing hard. He’s looking up at Victor through his thick kohl lashes. “I’ve never been with someone for Valentine’s Day,” Yuuri is honest. “I didn’t know what I was supposed to do.”

Victor preens a little at being the first person Yuuri’s deemed exceptional enough to share a romantic holiday with. But this is their first Valentine’s and whatever he was expecting from his lover, it was not this.

Yuuri continues. “So I checked online. But chocolates and flowers…” he sighs a little. “It didn’t seem personal enough?”

“I wasn’t expecting anything,” Victor finds his voice. He can’t look away from Yuuri, though. He’s still stuck standing there in their kitchen, looking like an idiot with the bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other.

“I know, but… I wanted to?” Yuuri tells him, bitting his bottom lip. “And the internet told me that giving your lover one of their sexual fantasies was also acceptable.”

Victor whines a little. He’s not sure if he’s more pleased by the word ‘lover’ or ‘sexual fantasy’ on Yuuri’s lips.

“And, well, we haven’t really talked about sexual fantasies?” Yuuri says shyly, which is true because their relationship is still pretty new and Victor hadn’t wanted to scare Yuuri away just yet. “So I looked that up too? And this one seemed to be at the top of most lists.” He pulls at the outfit.

“Oh.” Victor says, swallowing hard and looking Yuuri up and down. He’s barefoot, and long legs bare too, all the way up to the cute little blue, pleated skirt that’s around his waist. His midriff is showing too because he has a matching crop-top shirt on as well. It’s the prettiest cheerleading outfit Victor has ever seen. (Although that might just be because Yuuri’s wearing it so well.)

He looks adorable, staring out of his glasses that match his outfit, fidgeting under Victor’s gaze. Victor doesn’t even dare ask where Yuuri got it from (because if he hears anything close to ‘Yurio helped’, the whole scene will be ruined). 

“Is it okay?” Yuuri asks, looking like he’s about to panic.

That’s Victor’s cue to snap out of the trance he’s in. He carefully puts the glasses and champagne on the kitchen island out of the way. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a fantasy like this before,” he purrs. Yuuri looks upset for a second before Victor continues, “But now that I’ve seen you in such a cute outfit, I don’t think I’ll ever stop thinking about it. You make such a perfect cheerleader, Yuuri.”

Yuuri blushes as Victor stalks towards him, grabbing at the hem of the skirt. Fuck do Yuuri’s legs look amazing. And his bellybutton is calling out to be kissed.

Victor hums in appreciation, Yuuri looks even better up close. “Are you going to come to the rink dressed like that now? Will you cheer for me from the sidelines like that? Ahhh, how perfect.”

Yuuri’s cheeks are flushed pink. “Victor-” he murmurs, but he doesn’t stop Victor from running his hand up under the top to touch one of Yuuri’s nipples.

“Do you have a routine to show me, then?” Victor asks, raising one eyebrow.

Yuuri licks his lips and Victor can’t help himself - he leans forward to kiss him. His heart feels full. Yuuri went to all this trouble for him. Had put himself out there - not knowing if Victor would enjoy it or not. Which is ridiculous, really, because Victor’s going to like anything Yuuri does for him. 

“If you let me finish-” Yuuri says when they both pull away from the kiss, breathing a little faster than before, “-I could tell you that I have pom pom’s in the bedroom.”

“Lets go, then, I want to see your cheerleading Eros,” Victor teases.

Yuuri laughs, his nervousness gone now that Victor’s shown whole-hearted interest. He winks at Victor as he heads towards their bedroom, bypassing the wide windows and the view of St. Petersburg that had been part of Victor’s plans for tonight. This is so much better though, and the champagne will keep until they’re finished. 

Victor thanks the Valentine’s day gods (if there are any) for the way the skirt flips up in the back as Yuuri walks, showing off the round edges of Yuuri’s ass. “Gimme a ‘D’,” Victor mutters, following his partner into the bedroom.

The Only Exception (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,844

Warnings: language, fluff, angst, sarcasm, hot firemen, draaaamaaaa, did i mention angst? this is getting ridiculous.

A/N: Cliffhangers are mostly unintentional. I got so many ACK HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME messages that I wanted to post the next part. Warning: it’s mostly just to move the plot along.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 -

Originally posted by sebuttianstans

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Drown Me In Your Love (Grayson Smut)

Summary: Requested by anon: “Gorgeous human, could you write a storyline where Grayson (please with G) and his girlfriend have an argument, not an angry one but a teary filled one and Grayson approaches her as she’s crying and there’s heavy SMUT involved as they make up, it’s not aggressive but very passionate and intense? I just heard the song ‘Too Deep’ by Ritual and Delilah and its got me feeling all kind of things and just need to read something you write based on this song, maybe along the lines of my suggestion? xx”
Word Count: 4,008 (longest imagine I’ve written omg)
Warnings: Cunnilingus, daddy kink.
A/N: So, this is the work that I had gotten halfway through when tumblr crashed. I had to rewrite it so it didn’t come out as good as I expected it to. But I hope I did this justice and I hope you like it. Also, I’m still not very good at smut but I’m gonna practice and get better hopefully. Listen to Too Deep for the full effect!


“Are you sure you’re gonna be okay?” Your friend’s voice sounded through the phone and you stopped yourself from scowling.

How were you supposed to answer that after the large bomb she had dropped on you?

“Yeah.” You answered, voice coming out breathy and quiet. You knew that you weren’t gonna be okay, though, and judging by the small indignant noise that your friend let out on the other end of the receiver, she didn’t buy it either.

“Look, maybe it isn’t what it looks like,” Your friend brought you back from your dark thoughts. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

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Unexpected

Word Count: 1600 ish

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: The reader finds out that she’s pregnant and has to find a way to tell Sam.

Warnings: Unplanned pregnancy. Brief mention of depression (like, literally one sentence). Angst. I think that’s all, but forgive me if it’s not.

A/N: Yes, I know that this is quite a common trope, but I just couldn’t help myself :) Enjoy my rendition of Sam finding out that you’re pregnant!

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It was hard to put into words how you had felt for the past few weeks. Extreme fatigue and nausea had been keeping you sidelined from hunting for too long now. You felt off, almost as if there was something that was completely changed within you.

Of course Sam and Dean picked up on your behavior change. After being their roommates and hunting partners for almost three years now, they were used to your normal and abnormal mannerisms. Dean never vocalized it to you, but he thought you were experiencing side effects of depression. You never ruled that out - after all of the horrors you had seen, you were sure that it was a possibility.

Sam on the other hand, was very vocal about his thoughts that you were physically sick. He had seen you at your rock-bottom worst, and he thought that this time it was different.

The relationship you had with Dean was brotherly. You teased one another, fought one another, but ultimately, loved each other unconditionally. He was family to you.

In contrast to Dean, Sam was not so brotherly. You felt a spark when you were around Sam - you had never felt so loved when Sam was around. The way he would pull you in for an embrace kiss the top of your head was more emotionally charged than just a friend would do.

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anonymous asked:

But why operate as Full Stop when Azoff MSG Entertainment is much more well known?! Like, they merge right? Why not use the name Azoff MSG Entertainment?

Because that would reek of Hollywood nepotism. I mean, it still is, but this way Jeff essentially takes over Azoff Music Management (not Azoff MSG, totally different thing), gains the staff, the experience, the multiple clients but without the look of it.

It’s hard to explain, but it makes sense to me. It just looks better for Jeff tbh and I’m SO PSYCHED!

I had it confirmed that Full Stop was directly connected to AMM the other day, but since I had no way to prove it, I didn’t say anything, so I’m incredibly excited to be publicly proven right on this :)

Now…. if they could prove me right on a couple of other things, that would be SWELL!!!!

ch. 4

Bad Habits || Jaebum

Originally posted by jjaenyoung

Reader (you) x Jaebum ft got7 members

Word Count: 2509

Warnings: SMUT !

note: rip this is super late. the chapter was originally 6000 words long but i cut it down to 2500 and i’m pretty proud of myself for that lmao. editing was a pain but here you go! happy reading everyone and take care! -admin


Everything stopped for a second. It was like pressing pause on a movie and everything just went silent. There was no reaction after seeing Jaebum get shot down. For some odd reason, I felt like crying after hearing the gunshot. My heart dropped and as soon as I saw Jaebum fall to his knees. However, my instinct knew Jaebum wouldn’t be defeated that easily by just an injury. Just like he read my mind, Jaebum opened the door of the car and climbed in while grabbing the side of his waist. Without a word, Jinyoung stepped on the gas petal and began to drive away. 

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After Hours - Milkshake

Hello again! Okay so this one is a bit (lot) different. The ones I’ve written before are set at Beacon but this was an idea I had to do something with. It’s a future fic and White Rose. It took me a long time to finish it cause I’ve been dealing with some writer’s block, but I hope you like it regardless. 

Anyway, thanks for taking the time to read it and I hope you like it. I’m happy to add more fics set in future settings or more at Beacon - maybe even some set before Beacon. Let me know what you think <3


It was a rustling that woke her. It was the continued rustling that prevented her from falling back asleep.

Slowly, Weiss was pulled from her slumber and could suddenly feel the chilly air where her arms were uncovered and hear the hum of the noise machine in the distance. There was no movement around her, no more rustling and for a moment, she was nearly consumed by the softness of the pillows and warmth of her blankets.

However, just as she was about to slip away again, there was a toss and a turn next to her and Weiss opened one eye into the darkness of their bedroom.

It was late, no doubt in the middle of the night by how tired she still felt. Only when she heard a heavy sigh next to her, did Weiss know she was being not-so-subtly summoned by her bed partner.

Rolling over, she watched Ruby roll onto her back and kick her feet under the blankets with frustration.

“Ruby?” Weiss called out, her voice thick and scratchy. When she tried to clear it, nothing changed. “S’wrong?”

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My whole life

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

Pairing: Bucky x reader 

Warnings: Maybe language? body issues and human evilness in general

Request: @melconnor2007 .  “ Hi I was wondering if you could do a one shot requests on Bucky, something along the lines the reader and Bucky have been dating for ages, but she’s struggling with being happy about the way she looks, when she over hears some other agents or people talking about how good looking Bucky is and how muscles he is, then they start saying how the reader isn’t pretty enough to be dating Bucky, and she gets upset locking herself in her room, and Bucky breaks in and is reassuring telling her how pretty she is and how much he loves her and it’s really fluffy if that makes any sense please”


Every inch of your body hurts. And you feel wonderful.

Oh yeah, you love putting your music out loud and just exercicing to the rhythm of it. It has become a routine since the day you and Bucky make things official, every time your beloved boyfriend goes out on a mission you let out all the stress that his ausence causes in you by making some exercice.

Grabbing the towel you head to the showers humming your favourite song. From all of the femenine showers you always choose the one more hided, not for anything special but you prefer to be covered when showering. Putting your sore body under the hot pouring water you start to massage your arms and legs. 

- I can’t even - you hear the voice of a young woman entering the showers 

- Me neither - another one laughs walking besides her. They haven’t seen you yet.

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IMAGINE JEROME KIDNAPPING YOU ‘CAUSE HE FINDS YOU ATTRACTIVE

Originally posted by kay-stin

a short imagine to get back in shape after a long break. also the gif is not connected but you’re welcome


“Ugh!” [Y/N] crushed onto her bed. She was home from school, finally. She was really tired today, even though she had as many classes as always. You could guess it was probably her brain working twice as hard.

The girl wanted just to fall asleep. But she’s got homework. That was the problem.

[Y/N] for her whole school life was doing her homework in a library. Her favourite one was close to her apartment. She liked the feeling of not feeling alone. She lived only with her mother, who was working late, [Y/N] was barely seeing her, not that she cared about her anyway. When she actually talked to her mum, she was the pain the ass.

Since she started to have different opinions, tastes or likes - for example - from her, it became difficult. Her mother couldn’t respect that, so [Y/N] couldn’t respect her either.

She made herself up from the bed and took a book and started to read it. She read one chapter and ate that one sandwich she’d never screw up. It was very easy and yeah, [Y/N] wasn’t a great cook to be honest.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her lipstick was already gone by now. She took an expensive looking little tube and opened it. It was a dark red lipstick. She applied it on her lips. It + her black eyeliner made her look dangerous. A thick choker around her neck made the look complete.

[Y/N] grabbed her backpack with books and notebooks that were needed, plugged earphones into a music player and left her apartment not forgetting to lock the door first. She didn’t want any burglary to happen, did she?

She loved listening to music. It made her feel alive. As she was walking on the streets, she imagined the world being a huge music video. It was so weird but also so funny to do.

[Y/N] already finished doing her homework and studying a little bit. She was reading a comic book. There were so many in there, she couldn’t stop herself and it’s not like anybody was waiting for her at home, missing her.

She felt uneasy as she heard people leaving quietly, trying not to be noticed. But not in the way you’re acting when you’re in a library.. it was different, she couldn’t tell what made her notice that but she’s got that feeling.

She was gazing at her comic book, not reading anything, just gazing at one point, cause she couldn’t focus. She was waiting for something to happen.

[Y/N] sighed in annoyance. What were those people about? Nothing was happening. She was mad at them making her paranoid. Relieved, she put her earphones into her ears and forgot about the world she was technically in.

Just as she started to pack her things, somebody stopped her.

A pale, freckled hand. On her comic book.

“I love these series! Don’cha have a good taste, Doll?” A maniacal laughter followed.

It was no other than Jerome Valeska.

[Y/N] was frozen in fear. The fact that the he was smirking at her suggestively wasn’t helping at all.

Now as he took a better look at her his smirk grew even bigger and became a Cheshire Cat’s size.

“You.” He grabbed her arm with a full force. It would leave a mark for sure.

“You are coming with moi!” He pulled her with him so fast she couldn’t even scream.

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A Valentine’s Day sheith ficlet for the anon who asked me what Shiro and Keith would do on this love-filled day. 

On the morning of this most sacred day, Keith and Shiro lie beside one another before their morning run together. The room is still dark, and the both of them are watching the dimly visible ceiling fan, suffocating beneath the weight of wanting to pretend it isn’t A Big Deal.

“Capitalism, you know?” Keith tries.

Shiro, a Pisces with the emotional breadth of the Arctic Ocean, fights the urge to disagree. “Capitalism.”

It’s weighted solely because they’re trying to respect each other’s boundaries. It’s their first year back on Earth and suddenly things like holidays matter again. Christmas wasn’t weird because Christmas involved all of the Paladins. It was a group activity and the mistletoe was there for everyone, but Valentine’s Day is for partnerships. It’s for them, and this is stressful because they are nuanced. Blatant displays of love make for handwringing and heart palpitations.

They go for their run and see couples. Everyone has stars in their eyes, but all Shiro can do is remind Keith that his undercut looks good. Keith is no better. He thanks Shiro, is self-satisfied and tells Shiro he always looks good. This is all Shiro needs to spur affection. When they slow to catch their breath, Shiro encircles Keith’s waist from behind before he’s even at a full stop and he tugs him back against his chest. He kisses Keith’s cheek and sways him to the side, smiling when Keith almost loses his balance. Flustered, Keith laughs.

“I love you, you know?”

Keith hesitates only because he’s smiling too hard to manage words. “I know. I love you too.”

This is a snowball effect.

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◦ pairing: reader x hyungsik

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 1.7k

◦ request: @damned-fangirl: GIRL I JUST FOUND YOUR BLOG BC THE THIRST FOR HYUNGSIK IS REAL so I was wondering if I can request a fluffy scenario with him? Like tons of Kissen and all that stuff maybe cuddling and a little sexy smth? Lmao if not its fine too LOVE YOU WRITING THO ❤

@nct-127am: hyungsik scenario where they come back from a date and have a makeout session (your writing is really good btw!!)

HIT ME WITH SOME GOOD HYUNGSIK FLUFF SMUT PLEASE

◦ a/n: I don’t know why but I’m honestly always surprised at the amount of Hyungsik requests I’m getting <3 the poor boy don’t get love wherever he goes (@AhRo look what you missed out on ya loser) BUT ITS OKAY CAUSE I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE TO LOVE HIM

m a s t e r l i s t


You stumbled in backwards as the door pushed open, your chest lurching with panic at the falling sensation. Your boyfriend jumped forward, his strong arms cushioning your drunken hysteria with an amused chuckle. The fabric of his shirt was so soft, bunched under your tensed fingers at his shoulders. “You’re so strong…” you purred, hungrily dragging him in by the neckline of his shirt. The alcohol hummed through your veins and you could feel its grip on you as everything seemed to blur in your vision. The churning heat at the base of your stomach continued to burn strong as you felt your boyfriend’s strong arms firm around your back. Alcohol made you horny every time, without fail. Hyungsik pulled you up gently, keeping your body pressed against his to steady you. You let your lips drag along his neck sloppily as you soaked in the feeling of his heartbeat against yours. His skin was soft and warm to the touch, so familiar under your lips.

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