just felt like putting up my crushes

No Pain-No Gain

Request:  I’m not sure if you do like one shots or stuff but I had an idea for a soulmate au where someone’s soulmate can feel there pain. Like a a person breaks their foot, their soulmate will feel it to, just not have a broken foot. Image how Clarks soulmate would react with all that stuff. I think it would be cute, but could be kinda angsty. Just an idea. Idc if you do it or not, just thought it was cool. Have a nice day.
Word Count: 9636.
Pairings: Clark Kent/Superman x Reader
WARNINGS: Lots of swearing. Mentions of: low self-esteem issues, traumas, bullying, weakness complex. Angst (personally, I don’t consider this very angsty but, you need to be warned). Also, I’m sorry for any typos since this was not edited and english is my second language.
Author’s Note: Hope this isn’t to cheesy and that you will be able to enjoy it. Also… NINE THOUSAND WORDS IN LESS THAN A WEEK?! That’s a record for me! Anyway, hope you enjoy this and that the anon who requested it isn’t disappointed.

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Originally posted by amancanfly

Originally posted by amancanfly

Yes, I totally needed three gifs of Henry Cavill. You did too, don’t deny it.

I hate my soulmate, that’s for fucking sure. I totally hate him (or her, you never knew) and I don’t give a single fuck if I haven’t met him. Also, no, I’m not exaggerating in the slightest and yes, you can hate someone you haven’t met, thank you very much (and yes, even if it’s your fucking soulmate, especially mine).

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XF Fic Challenge: “Talking in the Park”

Author: @2moms-0fucks

Rating: Teen? Maybe

Summary: Set post Per Manum, Scully discovers something in Mulder’s apartment that leads them on a conversation of what could have been.

Notes: I wrote this a year ago, to be honest. I never fleshed it out, and simply cleaned it up to submit for the challenge. It’s cracky. BOY IS IT FLUFF CRACK. Submitted for @xfficchallenges - Dialogue Only Challenge. Ugh. This is so cracky. i’m totally geeking out on the idea of conversations because so many conversations never happened in this series. But…oh well…I DO hope you enjoy it.

“Talking In The Park” by: 2moms-0fucks

“Mulder…? Why do you have all these books?”

“I uh… I got them when you started the treatments…”

‘What to Expect When Your Wife’s Expanding’? 'Test Tubes and Testosterone: A Man’s Journey Into Infertility and IVF’…?”

“Scully… I uh”


“I should donate them or something…”

“You read them?”


“But I thought–”

“That I just wanted to be the donor?”


“You wanna go for a walk for a minute?”

“Mulder, I–”

“Come on. It’ll make more sense…I promise.”

“Mulder those books…”

“Look, I know, Scully…”

“When I asked you to be the donor - to be the father…, you never said you wanted to play a bigger role…”

“Would you have allowed me?”

“You would have been the father – of course I would have. I would have let you play as much of a role as you wanted.”

“When you asked me to help you have a baby, I was… nervous. I was terrified, actually. It’s not like my own father was the epitome of ‘Leave it to Beaver’… and I was concerned that the same men who were behind everything would somehow use the baby to…hurt you… And I was being selfish…”

“Being concerned about my safety isn’t selfish.”

“No, I was. I was entirely selfish. But I can’t really explain it. A part of me – A large part of me didn’t want– It’s complicated Scully. I don’t know if you’ll understand…”

“Explain it. I want to know. A large part of you, what?”

“A large part of me was afraid of losing you.”

“Mulder, we’re partners…”

“Scully, you don’t know that. You really think you were going to continue with our work pregnant or with a young child?

“Well. I—“

“When I said yes, I told you I was afraid of it coming between us… I knew it was going to come between us. Eventually. No matter who the father is, a baby would change–”



“For the record, Mulder, I wouldn’t have… I mean, there isn't… You weren’t my first choice.”

“That makes a guy feel good, Scu—“

“You were my only choice.”

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Reminder: Check your gear regurlarly!

Tuesday this week I went to training. I know I held my new mask in one hand and my old, dented one, in my other. The thought of taking my new one to training crossed my mind but I didn’t: “No.. It will only get dents and then I will not be able to compete with that mask.”

I put my old mask in the bag, the bag on my back together with Bengt (my sword, that is) and went to training on my bicycle. Just like any Tuesday I and Carl held our training for kids. It went pretty well, the kids being more focused then they use to be.

After the kids training I realized that our training would be full of people. More than it has been in quite a while. Of course I love when our trainings are crowded with people. But, I don’t like too many human beings in a restricted area. I’m not saying that our training hall is small, it’s just not really large either. Anyhow, I wasn’t in the mood for all that people that day. I sighed, tried to get that feeling of me and started to warmup along with the others. We went through some basic thrusting techniques. Carl adjusted my hip movement and told me how to thrust together with my hip. This was a real eye-opener, in a moment it was so much easier for me to thrust! Cool. I repeated a couple of times. Then Carl said: Put your gear on!

I didn’t really felt like it to be honest. It was one of those days when everything was a big “Meeeeeh”. I went over for my gear anyway. Put everything on, pointed out a sparring partner and began at Carl’s command. The first round went ok. I wasn’t frustrated and quite relaxed, despite my lack of motivation. After the first round we had like 30 seconds pause to find a new partner to spar with. Said and done. The bell rang again. If I remember it correctly I won the first exchange, but to be honest I don’t really know. I went to my corner, turned around for the second exchange and faced my opponent. I went in, trying to find a hole in his defense. It didn’t take long at all, BLAM. A hard oberhau against the top of my head. I know I said: OUCH. Something didn’t feel alright. He looked at me and asked: Are you okay?
I thought I were, that the hit was only a bit harder than I expected.

I went back to the wall. Feeling something warm dripping in my face. I looked down and saw some blood drops on the floor, dripping slowly from my mask. I thought to myself: Well, it’s just a scratch. Not so bad, maybe I need a plaster. I thought it would take off. It didn’t.

My mask with the blood inside

The blood started to pour down with increasing speed. I realized this was bad. First I stood alone turned against the wall. Others came next to me, looking at my face. Someone yelled: CALL AN AMBULANCE repeatedly. I saw a big pool of blood on the floor, but at the moment I was pretty calm in the situation. Someone told me to lay down, I did. I saw Carl who looked at me and said: That needs to be sewn. Then he went after the first aid kit. At that moment I had very hard to realize what actually happened. I said something like: COOOL. Now I will get a badass jacket, with blood on it! Just like Carl’s! And a nice scar to, like Harry Potter. But the words stitches rang in my head: Nooo it can’t be that bad.

My bloody jacket.

One guy held my legs high and the guy who hit me try to stop the blood pouring out of my forehead. Someone put a bandage on my forehead with the help of my sparring partner who asked me how many fingers and noses he held up. I almost started to laugh, thinking he was silly. Had to tell him that: It’s ok. I can see! By this time they also made the decision that an ambulance wasn’t needed and that someone could drive me to the emergency center.

Someone helped me out of my fencing jacket, my new white jacket, while I was laying down.

They collected my training stuff as I was laying there. I went up, saw the blood on the floor that had been pouring out while I was laying down. It looked like a lot.

Before we went I wanted to have Bengt with me. Carl looked at me and said: No, he can stay here this time.

Unwillingly I gave Bengt to Jesper. Jesper looked at Bengt in a somewhat distasteful manner. I looked at Bengt and understood why, it was blood on him as well. Everything happened fast, but still very slow. Like everything were moving in slow-motion.

Carl drove me there.

Me at the emergency center

They took a look on me after like, 30 minutes or so. Took the bandage off and gave it a look, put some new bandage on and showed us to the waiting room. We sat there for 2-3 hours before it was my turn to get stitched up. We were supervised to a treatment room, the doctor came in and asked me what had happened. I explained. She looked at me like I was some kind of lunatic. “But you had a mask, right?”

Me after they put on some new bandages.

Of course I had!
She were still a bit skeptic. “Aren’t they supposed to take this kind of hits`?”
Carl explained that these kind of injuries never occurred in our club before, and maybe just 1-2 times during competitions. The doctor explained she had to check if I got a concussion by checking out my nerve system. Had to follow her finger with my eyes and things like that.
Luckily I was fine, I just had a big hole in my head. Now it was the time to stitch me up.

They started to talk about which needle to use. Shit just got real.
I started to feel sick and began to sweat. I told them that, and they put a bag next to me if I needed to throw up. They took a needle up to give me some anesthesia straight to my forehead. This was very uncomfortable, I felt the needle all the way through. It was like something try to rip the skin of my forehead away. Euck. Until it worked, then I didn’t feel a shit. It was just nasty and a very bizarre situation. Especially when they both stick their finger in my wound to see if my bone was crushed. Then they started to sew. I just wanted to go home now. It took forever. And I was certain that it would be like 2 stitches. I ended up with five. Carl told me in beforehand that the wound was like his thumb, 5 cm or so, in beforehand. But I still didn’t think that it would end up with five stitches.
I felt like I was going to faint or something while they were sewing, but I didn’t. When they were done they gave me some lemonade and I could get home.

The stitches will be removed on Monday. I’m ok and most of all: I’m happy that it didn’t got worse.

With this story in mind I want to tell you all:
Check your gear. Take care of each other and always wear a mask. Don’t ever take things for granted. Ok? 

My mask after the accident. It had massive dents in beforehand and I will never, ever train with a dented mask again. Neither should you. 

anonymous asked:

"Why does daddy love her more than me?" Your son asks softly. "He doesn't love your sister more, she's just his little girl. They've always been close." You whisper picking up your little man and walking towards Bucky. He's holding your daughter as she sleeps. You put them both to bed after the fireworks finish and you sit on your bed. "You need to give him more attention, he feels like you love her more," you whisper. "I love them both equally," Bucky mumbles. "I know but he doesn't,"

oh no this hurt my heart, I think it would crush Bucky if he heard that and he’d do whatever he can to make sure his son felt loved

Daddy Wednesday™


Second day of waning gibbous of the twelfth month. Winter.

Dear Diary,

This weekend has been quite lively. Despite being on the early days of the coldest season, I woke up to the weekend quite toasty, comfortable, and very not in my bed.

You see, Link and I met again in my room after the talk we had. We had tea by the fireplace, he told me about the avalanche and how he survived using Nayru’s Love. He was quite scant on details, but I think he just wants to move on. I cannot keep thinking if it was not for such a fortuitous fact, he would be dead. I must thank the Goddesses again for their constant protection of him.

I tried to teach him another spell, but we certainly got diverted because of two reasons: one was that when we resonated our triforces, we saw each other’s thoughts.

And boy, I had no idea how I made him feel. Some of his thoughts and sensations were quite arousing - we made out on the carpet until we were too short of breath to go on; actually it was more due to prudence than lack of desire. Which takes me to disclose the second reason, which is…

That later, the very same night, I went to his room and gave myself to him.

It was amazing; tender and rough at the same time. The sensations are quite hard to put into words, but in short being intimate is pure, untamed bliss.

I was woken at dawn, with strands of dirty blond hair tickling my nose, and soft kisses all over my face.

‘Love, wakey wakey’. His voice whispered tenderly in my ear. I felt fingertips caressing my cheek. 'I gotta leave to train’.

His gaze was one of pure, inmense love.

I slowly sat on the bed, realizing he was sitting there fully clothed, light armor and all. I was still naked.

'I didn’t have the heart to wake you up before’, he handed me my nightdress. ‘go back to your bed before one of your maids or Impaz arrives, love’.

The idea of being caught in the act, especially by Impaz, ended to wake me up. I quickly slipped my nightie over my head and got up, heading straight to the mirror door.

‘You forget something, milady’. I was about to open the door, when a pair of knickers - mine- flashed in front of my eyes. ‘This ain’t the kind of loot I’m used to, but I can get a likin’ to it’.

‘Cheeky’. I snatched them out of his hand, my face incandescently red as an ember.

‘And this’, he turned me, and kissed me goodbye.

I crossed immediately to my chamber, put on my knickers, and dunked in my bed to do what I have not done in the last hours: think about what I have done.

The only thing I could conclude was: nothing, actually.

So, to avoid having an unnecessary breakdown, I decided to go with the natural flow of things, at least for this weekend.

I called for Impaz earlier than usual, since it was useless to stay in bed any longer. She obviously noticed my lack of sleep.

‘Something on that restless mind of yours, dearest?’, she asked, pouring down some tea for the both of us. ‘You know you can trust me’.

‘I… confessed my feelings to Link’. I sighed, and sipped my tea. ‘my love is certainly returned’.

‘That’s marvelous, dear child!’, she was rejoiced, ‘being loved is a beautiful thing, and by such a good man!’

‘I laid with him last night, also’.

‘And you think this old lady is dumb’.

My jaw dropped.

She remained silent for a moment and looked at me.

‘You have the rosy cheeks and glow only someone who has been thoroughly laid can have’. She sipped her tea. ‘You are a grown woman, and also the ruler of this country. No one should ever even dare to judge you for what you do with your personal life’.

Her reassurance made me feel better. I smiled widely.

‘That’s my girl’, she patted my hand. ‘Now I have to ask you, is your love the real thing?’

‘What do you mean?’, I enquired.

‘Love is not just the “happily ever after” feeling’, she cleared, ‘It’s a conscious commitment to accept a person just as they are. You have burdens and duties not everyone is ready to face, so does Link. Not all days will be a bed of roses, nor you will be able to be always together. You will see the best and worst of each other’. She paused. ‘Life will change both of you. In short, is he the one you want as your consort?’

I stayed thoughtful. Her words are really important. I know what I feel for him is real. I am quite sure his are real too. He has done a really good job with the Army so far, but does he have what it takes to be… my husband?

‘Absolutely’, I realized, ‘I need to talk to him about this; I think it is mandatory to tell him from the start what are the challenges he will have to face if he agrees to be proclaimed my betrothed, but I think we can discuss that matter later. For this weekend, at least, I want to take things slowly’.

I took a deep sigh after that statement.

‘Oh, my!’, Impaz laughed at me. 'You have been fully lovestruck, dearest!’

I just wanted to hide my blushed face.

'He is training now. Is it bad that I want to go to see him?’, I asked, feeling already somewhat ridiculous for even saying those words.

‘If you want to go, then go!’, Impaz cheered, ‘I’ll help you get dressed’.

With a not so elaborate, but warm dress, boots and cloak, I headed to the training grounds.

What I did not expect was to find Link surrounded by his trainees. The soldiers froze and immediately bowed as I approached their Commander. His eyes widened at every step closer.

‘Good morning, Lord Commander’, I greeted him, controlling myself to not turn red, ‘How do you fare this cold morning?’

‘Good morning, my Queen, I fare more than well today’. He grinned and made a small curtsy. Cheeky. 'What a lovely surprise to have you visit us’.

'I thought it might be interesting to spectate your work with the trainees’  - a huge stray from the actual truth - ‘since I saw you on the early days of the process’, I commented. 'To oversee your improvements is certainly a part of my job’.

Link’s smirk read “worst liar ever”.

‘The Queen has amazing marksmanship skills’, he noted, ‘I wondered if you could show all of us here’.

He handed me a bow and three arrows, which all struck center on the aims. The rookies were impressed - some people still have the impression I am some sort of frail creature.

‘I shall not interrupt you more’, I retired, Link accompanying me to the exit. ‘Have a good day’.

Out of sight, we could leave our charade.

‘I thought you trained alone today’, I explained, ‘It seems I was wrong’.

‘I did! They just started joinin’ me outta the blue’, he shrugged. ‘It’s been like that for a while’.

‘That is a consequence of good leadership, dear’. He blushed. ‘I just wanted to ask you to have lunch with me, and maybe, if the weather allows it, go out for a stroll’.

‘Like a date?’, he asked, looking flattered by my proposal. ‘I’ve never been on a date before’.

‘It is alright, I have never been to one either’.

As we smiled discreetly to each other, he kissed my hand and went back to his labor.

I rushed to my room, meeting Ashei on my way back. I just waved, and I could swear she greeted me “hey, Mysterious Lady Z” as she waved back.

I put on some lighter dress to be more comfortable - and pretty. I have never been vain, but I have been more worried about my outward appearance than before.

A cart with the food arrived some time before my guest, who came straight from the training grounds, apologizing for his apparent delay.

We ate in silence the sweet potato and pumpkin soup we had for lunch, stealing glances from each other, giggling when our eyes met, like silly kids with a crush on each other. It did not feel awkward, just as if we were sharing a little secret without words.

‘You like me’, he started, in a singsong voice, putting our empty plates aside on the cart, ‘you wanna marry me and have my babies’.

I felt myself flushing from my toes to my head. ‘What is your age, again?’

He chuckled, leaning on the table, resting his chin on his crossed forearms.

‘In all honesty, love, I do want the whole thing’, he admitted. ‘To wake up every day with you by my side, some kids, a bunch of pets, y’know, the real deal. I wanted to ask Auru ‘bout the whole “may I have permission to date you” protocol at the beginning of the next week’.

A warm feeling spread from my chest. 

‘Impaz asked me something on the same page this morning when I told her what happened between us’, I revealed him.

‘How much does she know?, Link’s eyes widened as he asked.

‘Everything’, I confessed, ‘I cannot lie to her!’

‘That’s why she told me “I was radiant” when I met her before I came here!’, he realized. ‘Darn, she’s sassier than Elder Nabooru!’

After a good laugh, I addressed the subject of the strange nickname Ashei called me when I passed by her. He told me a story about the trainees finding out Link loved someone during the training at Snowpeak, but not realizing this Mysterious Lady Z was actually me. I think more than one of them tied the knots correctly after my impromptu visit.

I find the nickname rather amusing. It is like the name of the heroine of an adventure novel.

The snowfall was quite intense during the afternoon, so we stayed talking by the fireplace, lying on the rug, asking each other things we did not know about each other.

'Cats or dogs?’, he started.

'Both, except for the lapdogs of the court ladies, they are scary… one bit me when I was little’, I disclosed. 'I know from a trusted source you are mainly a cat person’.

'True’, he chuckled, 'Next one. A funny childhood memory’.

'My father had a portrait of me made the day before I turned thirteen’, I narrated. 'I had to sit for the painter for hours while the girls of the court made funny faces’.

'Does that painting still exist?’, Link asked. 'I’d love to see your baby face’.

'It does! It is on the Royal Family Hall. We can go if you are curious’.

In some minutes, we were looking at the faces of the kings and queens of yore. Link’s attention was caught by the portrait of a very familiar face to me.

‘She’s the Princess of Destiny, the Zelda before me’, I explained to him.

‘Her eyes are so sad’, he observed.

‘It is said the portrait was painted around the time she was about to be crowned’, I added, ‘we both know the story, and how that ended’.

‘At least it’s gonna be a different story for us’. he held my hand. ‘C’mon, show me your painting’.

A couple of portraits later, after the one of my parents, was the one depicting my twelve-year-old self. Link observed it carefully, eyes wandering to the image of my parents from time to time.

‘You were so cute with your flower crown! Look at your lovely chubby cheeks!’, he commented, eyes still on the painting, ‘You look a lot like your mom, with the dark hair and fair skin. Your eyes are like your dad’s though’.

‘Thanks for the compliment’, I noted, ‘But being on the rounder side and a bookworm was not a good thing in the eyes of the court girls; some of them were quite mean. Fortunately, puberty was kind to me’.

Kind?’, he laughed. ‘You went from cutie pie to heavenly creature. Don’t kid me, woman. I’ve seen ya naked’.

‘Anyway’, I sighed, ‘we are going to commission my official portrait soon. I’ll have to sit still and stay pretty for some hours’.

'I wanna be there and do my job!’

'You want to pose with me as my champion?’

'Nope, Imma gonna tease you! Maybe I’ll give you smoldering looks’ - he gives me this ridiculous fake suave look- ‘until you turn like a red carnation in full bloom’.

I did not know if to kiss him, laugh, or throw him in the dungeon. Silly pumpkin.

'Don’t give me that look’, he pleaded, 'consider that I’ve pined for you for a long time, and now I have you all for myself, and I feel I can be as silly and cheeky as I want with you’.

You cannot fight those kinds of arguments, especially when he involuntarily makes puppy eyes.

After looking at some other paintings, we went back to my room. There was a cart with food and a note.


I told people you felt indisposed and didn’t want to be bothered until tomorrow noon.

It’s not the first time a sheikah has to cover for her liege, so don’t worry and have fun.



The message made me smile. I am so grateful for her.

‘We can do as we please for the rest of the day… and night’, I informed him.

Link’s eyes lit up at my words.

‘We can sleep together again! Or keep chatting in front of the fireplace ‘till we fall doze off!, he enthusiastically proposed.

‘As you wish’, I told him, ‘I am good with all of your ideas’.

‘Alright, then, love’, he huffed, ‘wait for me, I’ll go to my room and be back in fifteen’.

He dashed through the mirror door.

I took that time to undo and brush my hair, the loose braid making soft waves on the ends of my hair. As I untangled some strands, the mirror door suddenly opened, and Link - or what appeared to be him under a duvet and pillows - came out of it.

‘Put on your nightie, love’ he ordered, head popping underneath, ‘We’re making a pillow fort tonite!’

‘I have absolutely no idea of what that is’, I answered quite puzzled. ‘Care to explain?’

‘You have never made a pillow fort?’, Link was outraged at my statement. ‘What did you do as a kid?’

‘Study to prepare myself to be the Queen of this land’, I explained, ‘or as I like to describe it, the most non-traditional upbringing ever’.

‘Over-the-top uncommon, for sure, love’. He threw the bundle of bedding on the carpet. He was wearing pajamas already. ‘Go get changed, quick!’

I started taking off my dress behind a divider screen - he might know my body now, but struggling to take off a corset and petticoats on your own is quite… unromantic. Once free from restraints, I put on a lovely white nightdress with thin straps, and a matching robe. Not precisely the most cozy garment, but my intention was to look attractive. As I came closer, his face blushed more and more.

‘Holy Three, what did I do to deserve this?’, he gasped. ‘You look beautiful’.

I just chuckled at his compliment and looked away, then proceeding to build the pillow fort - which is basically camping on your own room, but fun. We brought food and all bundled up in front of the fireplace, we continued our little question game.

‘First kiss’, he started. ‘There is no way you are such a good kisser out of nowhere’.

‘I was sixteen’, I answered. ‘Milena, a girl from court, taught me’.

‘You kissed a girl?!’, he almost yelled.

‘It is a perfectly normal thing, alright?’, I explained him, ‘She was the only friend I had for a while’.

‘What happened to her?’, Link asked, ‘Just curious’.

‘She married, later died during childbirth’, I remembered with sorrow, ‘She was seventeen and a half; so young. Her baby survived though, which is a good thing, despite the grim outcome’.

Link shuddered. ‘I’m sorry’.

My father died soon after she did. It was not a good year at all. 

And then the Twilight came. Not good at all, absolutely.

‘Let us move on to happier matters’, I changed the subject. ‘Your first kiss’.


Now, I was surprised.

‘I told ya I was an innocent country bumpkin’, he said sheepishly, ‘You took my innocence’.

‘Cut it out, you silly pumpkin’  - I pushed him playfully - ‘do not act so childish, you are a grown man through and through!’

‘I don’t think of anyone more perfect than you for the purpose anyway’, he commented, ‘so I can’t complain’.

He rested his head on my lap, arms wrapped around my hips. His posture was positively feline, which elicited a small chuckle from me. I stroked his hair gently, and his eyelids slowly started to close.

‘I wish we could stay like this forever’, he snuggled against my lap, ‘I know we can’t, but we should do this often; I liked it’.

I just hummed affirmatively.

He mumbled something else, and fell swiftly asleep.

I should do the same probably, to enjoy our remaining hours together free of the hassle of formalities, reveling in being wrapped in his warm embrace.



P.S.: I have run out of pages on this notebook! This is perhaps the last entry on this one. It is certainly metaphorical.


A/N: Here’s the fluff! I’m sorry it’s a bit delayed. Enjoy it. And remember, a dose of smut is due on Sunday.


Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Summary: This is part of mine and @buckyywiththegoodhair‘s Christmas Drabble Party. Request: Steve Rogers + Blizzard. Thank you to the lovely @httpbarnes for your wonderful request! I hope you like it!

Words: 1.1k+ (yeah, this one turned out longer than a drabble, oops.)

Warnings: Fluff and making out :):):)

Originally posted by ncoleys

Steve and you were stranded in Stark Tower. You’d booked your flights way too close to Christmas and now you were stuck in a blizzard, all flights cancelled until after Christmas. 

You sighed. You should’ve listened to Wanda and booked your flights well before Christmas, like the rest of the team had done. You were just dreading going back home and having to deal with your mom getting on your case about what you’ve chosen to do with your life. She was not a fan of the whole Avengers thing. So, you’d booked your flight for Christmas Eve. But now, the weather was so severe there was no way you were getting home in time for Christmas. Even though you’d been dreading spending so much time with your mom, you still missed her. And your dad. And your brother. You’d never spent Christmas away from them before.

You decided to venture out of your room and look for Steve. Steve had no place else to go, and when Sam had invited him to spend Christmas with him and his family, he’d politely declined. Insisting that he just wanted to spend Christmas in New York again.

At least you weren’t completely alone. But it was funny, really. Out of all the Avengers you could have been stuck with during a blizzard, it had to be Steve. The man couldn’t stand you. It hadn’t always been like that. Things were good, amazing even, with him in the beginning. You’d found comfort in his baby blue eyes. The two of you had been close. Which is why it hurt so much when he’d become so cold to you all of a sudden. 

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                                  Keith Powers  - Wonderland.

Talking Man Crush Monday and more.

“I was not even thinking about acting,” says the model turned actor, Keith Powers in response to a question about his initial interest in the craft.

You may have received your formal introduction to Powers in the wildly successful 2015 biopic, Straight Outta Compton, in which he played Dr. Dre’s younger brother Tyree Clayton, or as Ronnie DeVoe in the 2017 miniseries, The New Edition Story. Easily becoming Hollywood’s new ‘IT’ guy, thanks in no small part to an impressive line-up of film and TV roles, in his current show, the Bella Thorne boasting Famous in Love—which comes from I. Marlene King, executive producer/co-showrunner of that other not-so-obscure teen series, Pretty Little Liars—he plays young actor and in-house bad boy, Jordan Wilder.

Eager to hear about the life of a star on the rise, we grabbed five with Keith to learn more about the journey to success.

So first off, how did you get into acting?

I got into acting simply through being signed as a model; it gave me the necessary tools to make that step. I remember, I was not even thinking about acting.I had this agent who would always ask me, “what do you want to do? What’s your end gain?” I’m like’ I really don’t know’, but I always thought TV personality would be interesting. I liked seeing hosts and stuff like that.

She recommended me to an agency for commercial talent and I got signed. The agency then happened to become theatrical, so I signed to the theatrical department and took a step back to think if I’m really going to do this, I have to study. I read a few books, I went from class to class and after I booked my first film, House Party: Tonight’s the Night, I literally fell in love. I caught the bug and it was over.

Let’s talk Famous in Love, what attracted you to the role of Jordan?

What I liked about Jordan was that they had already told us, kind of early on, that he would be dealing with a lot as a character. So I felt like if I’m going to be on the show – that has the potential to be on for years – I want to be a complex character; I want to be able to show my talent and range in a character.

And did you find it easy to relate?

I relate to his desires in the sense that when he wants something and tries to make something happen, something bad always pops up. No matter how good he’s doing, something will happen but he always finds a way to get it done. That makes him so much more of a human and I can relate to that. We all make mistakes, or something will happen, and we have to bounce back from it.

You’ve been privy to some super varied roles, from Straight Outta Compton to The New Edition Story and Famous in Love.

Every role is so different and it’s all about research. I didn’t know much about Tyree. Nobody did; it was a dope character to introduce to the world. That was different than playing Ronnie DeVoe in New Edition because people know who Ronnie DeVoe is. You’re not introducing somebody; you have to amplify that character on screen for people to fall back in love with that person. I had to really ask Dr. Dre what was his brother like. I had to bring the little brother to the screen so that people could feel that and when he passed it really hurt. For New Edition so much went into preparing for that; from dance rehearsals to coaching.

Going into Jordan, I felt so free. The preparation was more fun in the sense that I get to create the character for everyone else. I get to come up with what I want him to be in my head, given the guidelines from the writers.

So your roles have undoubtedly led you to the Man Crush Monday title. Is that a bit weird?

Haha, I think that when you’re put in a position like that it’s easy to get big headed and really just think about yourself, to be like, ‘I’m hot and I love everything that I do,’ but for me, I’ve tried to appreciate the fact that when women appreciate my acting, it means something. I’ve always believed that women are the tastemakers for everything. They devote their time and emotion into everything they like. So the fact that I can be a Man Crush Monday – and then a woman tells me she really loved my work in something – it’s a big deal of responsibility. With the position I’m in, I want to lead by example.

Who are your acting influences?

I have so many. I would honestly have to say, of course, Denzel Washington, Will Smith, Jamie Foxx. Then there’s Leonardo DiCaprio, Meryl Streep…I have so many influences. I look up to and identify with the people who made me fall in love.

You’ve mentioned your modelling. How does being in front of the camera compare to walking the runway?

You just have to sell to the audience. A camera is right on you so the audience can always depict when you’re not being truthful. Acting lives in truth, whereas being on the runway, there’s more emotion and fierceness.

Cool. So what’s next for Keith Powers?

I feel like I’m still so much on the come up and I still have so far to go. What’s next? I don’t even know. I want to be doing a bunch of movies. I have a movie coming out called Reality High on Netflix this summer. I’m on a show called Tales; a rap series by Gotti on BET. So I have some little things dropping but there’s so much I want to do. I want to be in different movies and play different characters and at the same time, I want to be on your TV every week with Famous in Love. I just want people to fall in love with my characters and really grow with them.

You argue like children

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Summary: Reader lives with the Hales. Derek and Peter fight over her.

Warnings: None

You changed into your pajamas and crawled into bed. You were sleeping in Derek’s bed, after Erica basically destroyed your room you didn’t have your bed to sleep in. So Derek let you sleep in his room. You were almost asleep until you heard two voices yelling. It was Derek and Peter, You frowned and listened closer. “ Why does she have to sleep in your bed?! She could have slept in mine! “ Peter growls. “ She’s probably more comfortable in my room, we are closer with age you know, “ Derek says. You could practically here the smirk in his voice. It was true, you did feel more comfortable with Derek. You also have known him longer. “ Doesn’t make much of a difference, “ Peter ads. “ To her it does, just get over it. Shes mine, “ Derek says. You were shocked. You didn’t know Derek liked you, let alone both of them. You always had a crush on Derek. But the fact that he felt the same way gave you butterflies in your stomach. It was silent. You quietly got up from bed and put your ear to the door. You covered your mouth so you didn’t laugh. They were still arguing. 

“ If its not a big deal, let her sleep in my bed, “ Peter whispers harshly. The must of heard my heart beating fast, so they quieted down. “ No, “ Derek says. 

“ Why? “ 

“ Because I said so, “ 

You couldn’t help it. You started laughing. They were acting like little siblings. They went silent so you quickly covered your mouth. You heard feet stomping up the stairs so you jumped back into bed and acted like you were sleeping.The door opened and light flooded into the room. “ I know your awake, “ Derek says laying on the bed. “ You and your uncle fight like children, “ you mumble. “ You heard all of it didn’t you, “ Derek says. “ Yeah, “ you answer smiling to yourself. “ Sorry, “ he mumbles. You turned to face him. “ Don’t be, “ you mumble laying your head on his chest. 

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Can I Trust You On This? | {Theo Raeken Imagine}

Can I Trust You On This? | Theo Raeken x Reader

Part 2 to “Why Do You Hate Me So Much?”

  Part 1


Song Suggestion:

Wiggle Onderkoffer Remix by Jason Derulo ft. Snoop Dogg

A/N: I had no idea where to go with this or how to end it so I literally just went with what came to mind.


You walk back to the field,

Your mind still replaying the previous events.

The way his soft lips pressed against yours,

The warmth of his hand cupping your cheek keeping your body close to his,

The way your lips fit in each others so perfectly and moved in such sync.

You yearned for his touch, you needed to feel his body against yours again.

Your thoughts were cut by the sound of a whistle blowing your way.

“Y/L/N, We don’t have all day!” Your coach yelled your way, causing you to smirk and jog your way back to the match.

The coach blows the whistle again and you start running towards the ball and quickly stealing it and running towards to goal,

You spot Malia near the goal free for the ball and quickly kick the ball towards her,

She kicks it towards the goal and scores.

You run up to her as you two share a fist bump for the wonderful team work you two put in.

You two stand next to each other still slightly out of breath before she turns to you with a slightly confused look on her face.


“Yeah” You turn to her.

“Where were you before?”

“I was at the locker room freshening up.”

You could tell she could sense your heart rate speeding up and she probably caught Theos scent all over you.

“You’re reeking of Theo.”

“Shh.” You sush her to keep quiet.

“Don’t you hate him?”

“I do, But you can’t tell about this to anyone. Especially Scott and the pack.”

“Sure.” She gave you a small smile before you two turn back to finish the game.


You step out the locker room to be greeted by Theo and his famous smirk.

You roll your eyes and keep walking only to find him walking next to you.

“What do you want Raeken?” You asked slightly annoyed.

“Its not what I want Princess, Its what you do.

We both know that you don’t hate me.”

“First of all we’re not talking about this or what happened, or at least not here.

And second of all I don’t want you so please just leave me alone.”

“Your heartbeat says other wise Princess, You know they’re going to find out one way or another.” He smirked at you.

You pull him down to you by his collar.

“Listen up Raeken, You better keep quiet about this.

If the pack finds out they won’t trust me anymore and I could lose them so I suggest you keep your mouth shut.”

“Babygirl I don’t need to say anything, You reek of my scent.” He said with a smirk plastered on his lips.

You bit the inside of your cheek as your eyes flickered from his crystal blue eyes to his soft smooth lips then back to his eyes,

To be honest all you wanted to do at that moment was to feel his lips pressing against yours but you weren’t going to let him win.

You let go of the fabric in your hand as you watched him straighten up before you.

“Just don’t say anything.”

“As you wish Babygirl.” He smirked before you turned your way to your last class of the day.

You were more than willing to finally have this day over with.


After probably the longest 45 minutes of your life your school day was finally over and you couldn’t wait to get out of this place.

As you were about to leave you were stopped by your favourite not-so-redhead.

“Hey Lyds.” You greeted her.

“Hey, You coming to see the lacrosse practice?”

“To be honest I’m dying to just go home already.”

“You do remember we have a pack meeting right afterwards right?”

“Shit, I forgot about that.

Fine.” You smiled at her as you both went on your way to the field.

You two go up to the bleachers to find both Malia and Theo already waiting for you there.

“You know what Lydia I really do need to go, I’ll meet you later.”

“Wha-“ Her sentence was cut off by you quickly turning your way back to the entrance.

You couldn’t bear to be around Theo,

He knew exactly what buttons to push and you were not going to let that happen, especially around the pack.

As you reached the bottom of the bleachers you were stopped in your tracks when you felt someone grab your wrist firmly turning you to face him.

You turn to find yet again Theo but this time missing his smirk.

“Let go of me.” You said trying to free your wrist from his tight grip without success.

“We need to talk about this, about us Babygirl cause you can’t keep acting like there’s nothing between us.”

“There is no us Theo, And there won’t be anything so please let me go.” you said as the your eyes started tearing up and the lump in your throat grew bigger.

“But what if I don’t want to.”

You looked up at him slightly confused.

“W-What do you mean?”

“What if I don’t want to let you go, What if I want something to happen between us.”

You continued to look at him, you were caught off guard and didn’t know what to say.

You couldn’t believe that Theo was the one behind these words.

“Look, When I kissed you today, I felt something and I know you did too so why do keep ignoring it? Why do you keep up this stupid act when you clearly know that we both feel the same way.”

“Because i’m scared okay? I’m not used to having these feelings.

Everytime I felt like this towards someone it would always end up with me having my heart crushed.

Thats why I put up this stupid act because I’m falling head over heals for the guy that in a matter of minutes could crush me.”

“I just don’t want to get hurt again, I don’t want to feel this way, I don’t want to feel this way towards you.” You said with tears in your eyes.

You could tell he was hurt from your words, He loosened the grip from your wrist as you pulled you arm back and started walking towards the parking lot.

You walked only a couple feet until you feel something in the pit of your stomach,

Something is telling you to turn back,

Something is telling you to fix this,

Something is telling you to make it happen.

You turn back to see Theo still standing there, His back facing you.

“Raeken.” You yell as you walk closer to him, He turns to face you.

You walk closer to him, Your bodies only inches apart.

“Do want to make this work?” You ask him, your heart racing in your chest.

“I do Babygirl.”

Can I trust you on this?

“Babygirl, I don’t know who fucked you up before this but I won’t be like them, I feel something I can’t explain towards you and I won’t hurt you like they did.”

You sighed as you still tried to make up your mind.

“I know this isn’t easy and it may seem scary but we both know we have something between us and I’m willing to make us work, all you have to do is trust me.“

“I do, I trust you.” You smiled at him.

He brought up his hand to your cheek storing in softly,

Just the touch of his skin against yours was enough to get your heart racing and send shivers down your spine.

You missed his tough, How it made you feel.

You looked into his crystal blue eyes in pure adoration, As much as he made your heart race and your cheeks turn red he calmed you, his touch was soothing.

Looking into your eyes he pulled you slowly towards him, his lips ghosting over yours.

You could feel his warm breath creep upon your lips.

You felt his soft lips press gently against yours,

Your kiss was slow and gentle,

Your lips moving in sync,

Your lips fit with his as if they were made for each other.

Your lips pulled apart as you rested you head against his chest near the crook of his neck as he held you tightly into his embrace.

No matter what The Pack thought of him you felt safe in his arms,

You knew you made the right choice.

Romantic days Dan/Phil

Anon request: Ok I really want an incredibly fluffy fanfic! I’d love to have two where one is with Dan and the other with Phil! But if you’re too busy then Dan is fine!! Just really fluffy! No smut please! Thank you, gorgeous!

I will try my hardest :) I hope it’s okay love xxoo thank-you for your request and sorry it took so long
You were simply having an off day. Things were going wrong and your emotions were flying everywhere.
Work was stressful, you’d spilt your drink all over your outfit and fallen over in front of strangers who were loving your embarrassment.
You finally got home, showering and putting some clean and comfortable clothes.
You needed to get your mind off things so you called up your best friend. Just two rings and he answered
“Hey Y/N!” Phil shouted excitedly into the phone, causing you to giggle

“Hi Phil, would you like to hang out?”

“Of course! Where?” He questioned

“Maybe we could meet at the little cafe? I’ve had a bad day and certainly need a nice coffee” you answered.
Phil agreed, knowing your favourite cafe. The phone call ended and you made your way there.

As soon as you walked into the cafe, the smell of fresh coffee and warm muffins filled your nose.
You scanned the room and found Phil sitting at a two seated table. You made your way over, taking the other seat before noticing a coffee and your favourite muffin already sitting there.

“Your favourites” Phil spoke as he smiled up at you.

“Thank-you so much Phil, you really didn’t have to-”

“Yes I did” he interrupted

As you chatted away about your favourite TV characters and other non-important issues, Phil listened to every word. Watching the way your eyes would shimmer with excitement and awe as you told stories.

“Want to go to the park?” You asked Phil with hope

“Sounds great” he replies, smiling as you both make your way there.

The park was large and filled with a joyous feeling. On one side of the park was a beautiful river that reflected the setting sun. You both made your way there, standing side by side as you observed the flowing currents of the water.

“So why was your day so bad?” Phil questions after many moments of silence

“I’ve just felt down all day, and nothing was going right. I spilt my drink all over my clothes, I was yelled at by the manager at work and I fell over in front of heaps of people. My hair looked like crap all day and I didn’t have time to put on make up this morning” you complain at Phil before he speaks up again.

“Your hair looks really good actually.. And your even more beautiful without makeup y/n. I’m always left breathless when I see you without it…”

“What?” You ask, flattered but confused, you’ve always had a smallish crush on Phil but naturally assumed he didn’t feel the same.

“You’re so beautiful y/n, you have no idea.”

Before you could reply, Phil wrapped his long, pale arms around you. He looks into your eyes as his face inched closer and finally, he connected your lips.
The kiss was short but so magical.

“My day just got much, much better” you whispered, a smile spreading to your flushed cheeks

“And so did mine.”

You sat at home in your favourite outfit, awaiting your boyfriend of 3 moths to pick you up.

Right on time, there is a knock at your front door which you open as quickly as possible, smiling like a Cheshire cat when you see your tall man, dressed up in his button up top with a leather jacket on.
Holding out his hand, he passes you a single rose. You take it before wrapping your arms around him tightly, him returning the gesture, his neck bent so his face rested in the crook of your neck.

“I missed you” mumbles, placing a quick, loving kiss on your neck.

“I missed you too Dan”

It had only been two days since you last saw each other but it seemed like forever to the both of you.

“Are you ready for our date?” He asks, smiling as you both separate.

“Sure am” you reply.

You both walk into the beautiful restaurant
“Reservation for Howell” Dan says the the elder lady at the front desk
“Right this way darlings” she speaks as she begins walking.
You reach the round table that was booked, two seats by the widow, a glowing candle giving a romantic aura.
You both have a lovely meal, ending with a shared piece of cake.

“Thank-you for tonight Dan, it’s been wonderful” you begin to thank him before he interrupts

“The nights not over yet sweetheart”
He pays for the meals, arm around your waist as you make your way to the car.

“This is beautiful” you comment as you both take your shoes off, climbing out of the car and walking onto the soft sand.
Dan takes your hand in his as you both walk, looking out as the moon reflects off the dark ocean water.

Water splashes on to your side as Dan stands, an evil smirk on his face as he prepares to kick more in you direction. You attempt to get Dan back but failed, which ends in the typical romantic movie seen of the boy chasing the laughing girl along the ocean tide, splashing her with water until he finally catches up and wrapped his warm arms tightly around her.

Dan pulls you back until you are both on dry sand. He sits down with his long legs stretched in front of him as you cuddle up between them with your head resting on his firm chest.

“I love you y/n” he whispers. Your whole body warms up and your eyes are now clouded with happy tears that you refuse to let fall.
This was the first time those words had been said to each other and you had absolutely no doubt that

“I love you too, Dan”

vvestcoast  asked:

wow you asked for it but if you have the time, maybe melchritz in 27?

27.  “Kiss me.”

Moritz looked up from his textbook to find Melchior swaying back and forth in his chair to the music in his earphones, smiling contentedly.  Moritz was born deaf;  he had never heard music in his life, but watching Melchior embody music in his facial expressions and his body movements made Moritz feel like he could understand it.

He tapped Melchior to get his attention.  “What are you listening to?”

Melchior fingerspelled the artist’s name,  “H-o-z-i-e-r” , and showed Moritz the song title on his phone.  “Like Real People Do”, it read.  Moritz nodded and signed, “I was just curious, because it looked like you were really happy listening to it.

It’s a beautiful song.  The singer has a voice like….” his hands paused as he considered, “like hot chocolate on a cold night.”

Moritz smiled and nodded in understanding.  Melchior met his smile, and Moritz felt his heart flutter.  He turned back to his textbook.

Melchior tapped his shoulder.  “I could sign it for you, if you want?  I’ve been working on translating it.

Moritz’s eyes lit up.  “I’d like that.”

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Crush imagine #9 (request)

Hi! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where you and your crush hate each other, but secretly like each other. The rest is up to you!! Thank you! 💘💘


I felt my blood boiling as (y/c) came and sat down next to me. Of course, due to assigned seating, the teachers made sure to put us near people we don’t interact with. I hated (y/c) more than anything. (Y/c) is the arrogant guy, who thinks he can make a girl fall in love with him just by tapping their shoulder. He’d tried it on me, but luckily my friends swooped in and shooed him away. Now my friends were on the other side of the classroom, while I was stuck with the devil himself. “For this semester, your lab partner will be the person next to you” I looked to my left, only to sadly see no one, meaning I was stuck with the person to my right. (Y/c).
“Looks like we’re gonna have some chemistry” (y/c) winked. I shot him a look, what a stupid joke.

2 weeks later

“You’re first project of the semester is to come up with a formula for a sparkler, we will have a competition next week to see who has the best one” our teacher announced and passed out a “basic” recipe for sparklers. Basically we had to experiment with the amount of chemicals to create a kick ass firework. Sounds easy right? Definietly not easy.

“Maybe we should add more charcoal” (y/c) said. We were working at his house in the living room next to the fire place so we would have a place to test what we made. We were actually
Civil, and so far we were getting along. I added .1 of a gram of charcoal and we poured the mixture into the fireplace and tested it. It set off and worked amazingly, and looked spectacular.
“We did it!” (Y/c) excitedly shouted. I laughed as he hugged me. He suddenly let go when he realized that I was the girl who had turned him down one time.
“Sorry I was just excited” he explained. I shrugged, letting it go. “Friends?” He stuck out his hand. “Friends” I shook his hand.
“I should get going, I’ll see you at school” I grabbed my stuff and headed towards the front door. He unlocked it and let me out, brushing my hand lightly. I felt tingles, which was weird. I was about to go down the steps from the porch when he called my name. “Yeah?” I turned around and walked back to the door.
“See the thing is,” he paused and struggled the find the right words. Then, he did the unexpected, and bent down and kissed me. I stood, frozen. “I don’t want to be friends, I want to be more than friends”

it’s not real | part two

part one

ashton + reader
word count: 1119

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summary: you’re with ashton for publicity but can’t help falling in love with him even though he has a girlfriend in secret


Four months passed since I last saw Ashton and I’d managed to get a job as a barista at a coffeeshop downtown.

The owner was a nice, old lady who thankfully wasn’t as caught up with news as the other employers of the jobs I’d applied to had been. 

Mrs. Whitfield didn’t know me as ‘Ashton Irwin’s ex-girlfriend’, she knew me as (Y/N). 

I was wiping down a table on a slow Monday afternoon when the bells hanging on the door chimed, signalling a new customer’s arrival.

Turning to greet the customer, as I always did, I stopped short when I noticed the familiar face scanning the pastries at the counter.

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Camping - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Camping – TW Imagine

Prompt: You go camping with the pack to experience one of the most amazing nights of your life.

A/N: This has got to be one of my hands down, favorite Imagines that I wrote. I am DEFINETELY writing a part 2 to this when I finish writing, editing and posting this one. I really hope you guys like it! If you want me to upload part 2 just tell me, or else I’ll just keep it to myself if you don’t want it to be posted! (Because I myself really want to know how it goes haha) ^o^

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Word Count: 1696

Originally posted by huffingtonpost

Your POV

“Are you guys ready to go?” You heard Scott’s voice echo from the trunk of the caravan. He was finishing packing the tents and bags. He was also kind enough to rent us one for this one special night, there was going to be a meteor shower happening.

“Yeah, we’re all good!” Malia shouted back.

Everyone was seated in the vehicle. Scott and Isaac were at the front, while Lydia was braiding Kira’s hair and Stiles and Malia played Uno on the bed. You sat by yourself, next to the window. And then you took off.


An hour as gone by and you were already halfway there. It was only 7 AM. Scott had texted everyone the night before to wake up early at 5 so we could all prepare ourselves for the rest of the day. Of course being the adorable dork he was, Stiles woke up late. Scott was like the dad of the pack, he was a True Alpha after all. You sighed as you saw all the beautiful trees lined up across the road. You felt a tap on the shoulder and turned to see Stiles sitting next to you.

“Hey, Y/N. How you feeling?” He pulled the cutest smile ever.

“I’ve been better. Abit sick though.” You felt a weird feeling in your stomach.

“Maybe you’re just homesick. Here, rest your head on my shoulder.” He moved closer to you.

“Thanks Stiles.”

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anonymous asked:

That bff activity book made me want to send you this: I had a 'time capsule' book when I was 12 and there was a 'who is ur crush?' section, back then I felt like I HAD to fill it out and just put 1 boys name from class and it asked "why do you like this person?" And little me couldn't think of a reason so I wrote "the looks". To this day, I don't remember what The Looks this boy had. Thank you for your time.

anon i was gettin a lil teary-eyed at my desk (actually in the midst of re-readin les loneliness haha) and then i saw this msg pop up and i hOOTEd this is such a blessing. bless little you. and bless the looks 

Silent Scream Part 9

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader, Lucifer!Sam x Reader

Characters: Sam, Dean, Lucifer, Castiel, Bobby, Reader

Written: i4z-0892-imagines

Word count: 1,370

Warnings: Abuse, Swearing, Mild gore

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

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Lick, Sip, Suck

(But jealous, rough Liam! (ノ≧∀≦)ノ)

(This is a smutty one shot. You’ve ween warned.)

Working for Caroline Watson was like the worst. I mean, I got to work in fashion, which was my complete and ultimate passion and they paid me for it, I got to travel the world and they paid me for it, and got to hang out with the One Direction boys, and…..well, they didn’t pay me for that. 

We were in Nashville, and I was in my room, stuffing myself with a sandwich, because the day had been so hectic I had forgotten to eat. I was fighting with the stupid bacon, when I felt my door open and close, my head turning around, my eyes widened like a deer caught in the headlights.

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Please Don’t Tell

Requested by @claaruuchaWhat about a one shot Buckyxreader where reader bumps into something Tony has made and breaks it, and she gets very nervous so tries to hide it and Bucky see all. Then she realize him and pleades him to not say anything because Tony will be very angry with her and he assures he won’t if she gives him a kiss, but she is very very very shy and gets awkward (they like each other but neither has say it yet) maybe ends all fluffy fluff 😊 (sorry I just love Buck so much I can’t and you write amazing)

Awkward Bucky fluff is one thing I know I’m good at. I do not own Bucky Barnes or Tony Stark. They are the property of Marvel. 

Warnings: just awkward fluff

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader; mentions of Tony Stark

Originally posted by enochianess

You weren’t normally clumsy, but that day your mind was elsewhere. As you walked through the shared living room in the Tower toward the kitchen, you accidentally bumped into the table, knocking over one of Tony’s new little gadgets and breaking it. You felt your eyes go wide and you put your hand over your mouth. You bit your lip and began scooping up the mess. You hoped that you could hide it and never have to think about it again. It was childish, you knew, but the last time one of Tony’s precious tech got broken he threw a fit.

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