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Did you break your hip? (Bucky x Reader)

Originally posted by nerdyfandomimagines

Summary: Bucky is new at the Tower and he is not comfortable with others, but as the time passes he starts to like Reader


“Y/N/N!” Tony’s voice was getting louder with every step he took closer to your room.
You dragged yourself from bed opening the door, looking at Tony. “What’s the problem can man?” He smirked at your nickname. His eyes got wider as he saw your shirt.
“So you are a fan?” You had your black iron man shirt on with your shorts.
“Well….” You stepped closer to him placing your finger on his chest. “ I was, when I was younger, not anymore ‘cause some things don’t age good as wine.” You placed a kiss on his cheek opening door wider for him. “So, where’s the fire old man?” Tony followed your movements throwing his body on your bed.

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Silver Spoon Pt.3

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Seokjin

Genre: Angst/ Romance

A/N: I thought I had a set pairing for this series, but I can’t seem to make up my mind oops. I’m really liking how this series is going, hopefully you guys think the same. Anyways, enjoy reading :)

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for the band with a significant other that's really loving and sweet please

2D: After years of having partners that were always a little distant with him it’s good for him to have someone to be affectionate with. He’s very cuddley almost to the point of being clingy and he’s glad that it doesn’t bother you. It’s also pretty helpful for his anxiety especially regarding past relationships

Murdoc: He’s definitely a little surprised by it. From the outside it looks like he doesn’t like it but he just isn’t used and needs some time to adjust. Although he’ll never admit it he likes it when you’re affectionate towards him. It calms his anxieties about you wanting to be with him

Noodle: Although she can come across very stoic she has a romantic side that not a lot of people get to see. Whilst she isn’t one for PDA she has a guilty pleasure for doing cheesy couple shit and she’s relieved that you’re exactly the same. 

Russel: It’s a bit of a shock to the system when he gets a lot of affection from you since he isn’t used to being the centre of attention. He’s actually quite a loving guy and likes being able to show people he cares about them physically but he doesn’t really have a lot of outlets for that

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IMAGINE MYLER'S FIRST PRIDE LIKE THEY GO ALONG TOGWTHER FIRST FOR BOTH, MONTY ISEXCITED AS ALL HELL BUT TYLER ISREALLY NERVOUS AND MONTY IS THERE CALMING HIM DOWN THEY GO ALONG AND THEY'RE HAVING FUN THEN A BIT UP AHEAS THEY SPOT TAFFY AND THEY'RE SPORTING THEIR RESPECTIVE SEXUALITY FLAGS TONYS GOT THE GAY ONE CLAY WITH THE BI ONE AND JEFF WITH THE PAN ONE NEXTTHEY SPOT ALEX AND JUSTIN, JUSTIN GIVING ALEX A PIGGY BACK RIDE AND THEY ALL END UP COMMING TOGETHER ABD HAVING THE TIME OF THEIR LIVES

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What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!!!! I’m totally not literally pacing my house right now because this was so cute and I’m working on ideas for a oneshot, and I’m excited as hell!!!!

You just made my life! This is so perfect! And you know what? When I got the notification for this all I saw was ‘IMAGINE MYLER’S FIRST PRIDE LIKE THEY GO ALONG,’ and my first thought was- Monty would just be so fascinated, he’d be holding Tyler’s hand to give him some attention, but he’d mostly just be looking around at every thing trying to take it all in.

Then I read your message and we’re both thinking the same thing about Monty being excited 😭😭 He would absolutely not give a fuck about what anyone thought about his sexuality, and he’d just be so happy to be there. Tyler would get calmer the more time went on, and Monty would be giving him constant reassurance that he’s completely safe here and he should relax and have fun.

Tyler would be the one to spot Clay, and then moments later Jeff and Tony. Jeff probably has his arm around Clay, while the boy is holding Tony’s hand, and they’re probably eating something (bc they’re growing teenage boys). Monty would just follow Tyler’s gaze, and he’d smile and call out to Jeff, knowing that having Clay there would probably calm Tyler down a little bit.

It’s while they’re all standing there talking and laughing that they discover Justin and Alex are there too. Their conversation is cut off by Alex laughing as Justin is giving him a piggy back ride, spinning them both around in circles. Clay calls out to Alex, and that’s when Justin stops and the boys finally acknowledge the group.

Alex doesn’t jump down from Justin, he just stays there as they join the group, greeting everyone. They all decide to stick together for the day, and Tyler isn’t so reluctant anymore. He tends to spend a lot of time with Alex and Clay, and their respective boyfriends all lag a little behind them, just admiring each of them for much of the day.

They’re all just so soft and happy. Clay, Alex and Tyler are all like the centre of the world to the other boys. They’re totally spoilt by their boyfriends the whole day. Tyler actually ends up having the most fun, being the newest one out he just needed some time to adjust, but by the end of the day he’s just so so happy.

When he can’t stop smiling Monty can’t help but constantly kiss him. They all decided to go get takeout for dinner, and the boys all throw fries at Monty every time he kisses Tyler.

The day ends with all of them sat out at the lookout. Justin is laying back into Alex’s chest, Tony, Clay and Jeff are somehow all tangled together, and Tyler is snuggled up in Monty’s arms. None of them have anything left to say, so they’re just totally silent, probably covered in body paint and other things from the day.

In that moment everyone is just so content, and Monty can’t help but kiss Tyler on the forehead and squeeze him tighter.

(Yes, there eventually will be a oneshot for this)
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Experimenting playing as orisa-only in competitive, managed to solo climb from 3100 to 3550 in a little bit over 10 games

Nobody seems to like Orisa in the “same 6 meta heroes: the game”, but she aint bad. Just needs some adjustments and friendlier teammates.

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anonymous asked:

The skins are mostly based off of original character concepts. Hanzo and Genji used to be the same character. That's why Hanzo's skin is the way it is. I too am sad we didn't get Reflections, but... ppl need to stop complaining and understand why the skins are what they are... like honestly how many games do we get the original concept art in the game ffs that's so cool

I ain’t complainin’ darlin’.. Was just a bit disappointed. But hey, he’s Hanzo and I will love him forever! I just need some time to adjust to the new skin. It was.. an unexpected sight!

Letting of Steam / Jace Wayland [platonic!reader]

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Throwing your weight into the punch, the dummy you were hitting is pushed back with a force. No matter how many times you hit the target, your anger and annoyance never seemed to settle. 

Beads of sweat were dripping down your forehead and down your back as you try to release everything you had been pent up within you for the past week. 

Ever since Jace had brought that girl to the Institute, he’d barely said three words to you. 

You weren’t jealous-you were angry. Sad. Disappointed. 

“(Y/N).” You hear Alec call for you, but your focus doesn’t waver. “(Y/N),” he sighs. You still don’t respond, you only hit the dummy harder. “Come on, you need to take a break.”

“I’m fine,” you grunt.

You could imagine him rolling his eyes, “I’ve known you practically my entire life. I think that by now, I know when you’re not okay. Now come on,” he insists. 

You lower your fighting stance and spin around so you were facing him. “What do you want?” you demand, crossing your arms tightly against your chest. 

“I want you to calm down before you hurt yourself,” he says lightly, “we can’t afford you being injured. Especially not now.”

“And why is that?” you counter, your tone sharp. 

“Don’t be like that,” he frowns. As if just remembering why he had come to find you in the first place, his face seems to light up, “Jace was looking for you.”

Clenching your eyes shut, you stop them from watering. “That would be a first,” you mutter bitterly. “Well I haven’t left this room for a while, it’s not too hard to find me,” you mumble.

The thought of your closest friend almost hurt. Jace and you had been friends for as long as you could remember, he had always just been there. You considered him to be your family more than any of your blood relatives. He wasn’t only your friend but your brother. 

“He’s been busy all day,” Alec informs you, rolling his eyes. 

“With her?” you spat. 

Understanding your hostility to the newest recruit, Alec sends you an apologetic smile. “I really think you should talk to him-avoiding him isn’t healthy, this isn’t healthy,” he says, gesturing to the room behind you. 

“I’m not avoiding anything,” you declare, narrowing your eyes at him.

Alec, another man you considered to be your brother, was the only person you had confided in about Clary and your sudden disconnection with Jace. Since she had arrived, you and Jace had drifted. The unfamiliar shift in your relationship worried you and you didn’t like it. 

“Whatever you say,” he mutters. Locking eyes with you, his expression softens, “Did you want to get out for a little while? I think Izzy was planning on heading out, why don’t you join her?”

“What am I doing?” a new voice asks, entering the room. 

“You said you were going out didn’t you?” Alec asks to confirm.

The dark haired girl’s eyes seem to brighten, “Did you want to come?” Izzy grins, directing her question to you. “We’re well overdue for some bonding time.”

Sighing, your arms drop to your side, “Why not? It’s not like I’m needed around here.”

“(Y/N),” Alec groans. 

“Don’t bother, I know what you’re going to say,” you interrupts. “Just let me sulk for a little while longer,” you request before leaving the Lightwood siblings alone as you exit the training room, making your way to your bedroom to get ready. 


When you arrive back at the Institute, you are a lot calmer and overall, just happier. 

Your playful and joyous mood fades as you open your bedroom door to find Jace waiting for you. 

He pushes himself up from his seat on the edge of your bed as you close the door behind you. “Hey,” he greets. 

“Can I help you?” you ask him, unable to hide your snarl.

Jace sighs and rubs at the back of his neck, “I guess I deserve that.” You release a small grunt and move across the room, wanting to keep your distance. You find yourself sitting on your window seat as Jace shuffles awkwardly in the middle of the room. “I need to apologise.”

“What for?” you ask, no emotion behind your words.

“For a lot,” he laughs, though you don’t join in. “We haven’t spoken in over a week,” he says, shaking his head, “I think it’s the longest time we’ve gone without acknowledging one another.”

“I wonder whose fault that is,” you mutter under your breath, but loud enough for the blond to hear you. Despite your efforts to reach out to him, he always seemed to be busy. Too busy for you. “Are you doing this because you’ve realised how much of an ass you’ve been lately or because you and Alec had a talk today?” you question knowingly. 

“Both,” he admits. “Look, you have all the reasons in the world to be mad at me,” he begins, taking a step closer, “but you must know that it was never intentional to ignore you. I just-I’ve been so caught up with Clary and-”

“Just stop. I really don’t want to hear it.”

“Well too bad because I have to say it,” he insists. “I love you, (Y/N). You’re family,” he reminds you. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you did,” you snap, hating the way your voice betrayed you by cracking.

Jace flinches at your tone, “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“You just…dropped me. You left me behind.”

“I know.”

“You promised me that you’d always be there for me, that it was us against the world. And the moment she came along, all of that just disappeared. All your promises and our pacts-as if it meant nothing.”

You could feel tears in your eyes and you didn’t want them to fall, but you were on the verge of breaking down.

“You’re my brother, Jace. I thought that meant something to you.”

“It means everything.”

You snort, “Way to make a girl feel loved.”

“What can I do?” he begs. “What can I do to make this right? To make us right?”

Shrugging, you wrap your arms around yourself, “I don’t know.”

“I’ll do anything,” he continues, taking another few steps towards you.

You knew you couldn’t stay mad at Jace, no matter what he did. You had never been able to. The bond between you was strong and was built on a lifetime of friendship and a connection thicker than blood. 

“I know,” you smile unintentionally, believing his words. Jace would do anything for you-to keep you happy, to keep you safe-as you would for him. “I know you would,” you repeat. “I think,” you sigh, “that I just need some time to adjust.”

Jace frowns, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you say, “I need to get used to the fact that I can’t be always be so selfish.”

“You’re the least selfish person I know.”

You laugh, “I’m the most selfish person when it comes to my family. I hate sharing. But Alec was right, what I’m doing isn’t healthy. I just needed to get it all out of my system. Just promise me one thing,” you request after a moment of silence.

“Anything,” he replies immediately, sitting beside you on the window seat.

“Just…make time for us,” you mumble. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You will never lose me,” he states firmly. “But I promise. I’m sorry for ignoring you for so long, I didn’t even realise,” he admits, his voice laced with shame. “I was so preoccupied with everything going on but luckily Alec knocked some sense into me.”

Pressing yourself against him, you let out a sigh-closing your eyes as an arm wraps around your shoulder. “I’ve missed you, Jace.”

“I’ve missed you too.” The pair of you sat in a comfortable silence, “So we’re okay?”

“Of course we are,” you mumble, letting him pull you into his embrace. 

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Carlyle: Winston there’s.. something I should tell you. I–

Winston: D: D: D: don’t be sad!! i’ll make you a cake especially for you!! i’m good at making cakes! :D

Carlyle: *sigh* I’m not really feeling up to a cake right now.

Winston: :o o man. it must be serious if you donn want cake D:

Carlyle: Look.. I just need some time to adjust. I’ll be fine. It’s my fault anyway.

Winston: … wait… huh???

{Reaction} EXO’s child coming out to them.

Hi!! 😁 Can you do like a reaction from EXO of their child coming out to them? I am not sure if you have done it before. But, Thank you!!! ☺️ 

Note: Ahh this was a sweet request. This request was very personal to me and I hope you enjoy it a lot. I know I may not have their reactions accurate, I’m not sure how homosexuality is presented in Asia either, so this is purely based off how I see them as people and how I think they would react to something like this. Anyway, please enjoy. Fighting!~

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by wooyoung

Chanyeol knew something was wrong by the way his child as looking so nervous. As he watched his child nervously stood before him with shaky hands, he could feel his own begin to tremble as his mind wondered to what could possibly cause his child so much anxiety. He hated how uneasy his child looked, so vulnerable and afraid, it made Chanyeol’s heart clench in his on messed up worry and anxiety. But as his child confessed that they were attracted to the same sex, Chanyeol found himself more confused than anything else, his lips smiling as he thinks that was all they were worried about?

Chanyeol: “That is just fine, {child}. Did you really think that it was an issue? It doesn’t change a thing, and all I want is for you to be happy, okay? If you bring home a girl, then that’s fine, if you bring home a boy, that’s also fine. But don’t think you’re going to get away with me not bringing out the baby photos.” *Grinning as he opens his arms up to give his child a hug.*


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by overdyosed

Since Kyungsoo doesn’t have a problem with homosexuality, or anything like that, his reaction wasn’t very eventful. He doesn’t see why his child should feel the need to come out, and it makes him somewhat annoyed that the word is this way, why can’t people love and accept? But at the same time, he is happy for his child, and will do everything to make sure they find ultimate happiness in the end.

Kyungsoo: “I don’t care if you bring home a boy or a girl, if they break your heart, tell them to sleep with one eye open.”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by ohhsenshine

Baekhyun would be thrilled when his child opens up about their sexuality. Mainly because he thinks it’s a good thing his child feels confident enough to open up about this kind of thing in the first place. While he is extremely proud of his child and will be supportive all the way through, he would also tease them the same way if they were heterosexual. Basically, he would be the best father in the world and would be supportive whatever his child decided to be or wanted to be with.

Baekhyun: “Now I don’t know much about sex between two-”

{Child}: “Dad!”

Baekhyun: “BUT, if you need anything… lube, protection, anything. You just let me know, okay?”

{Child}: “You’re so embarrassing!”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by xehun

This usually sassy man would change attitudes completely when it comes to something like this. When he found out that his child was homosexual, he would soften, and he would reassure them that it is perfectly okay with him whatever kind of person that they wanted to be with even if they were a girl or a boy. While being a little bit teasing and sassy, he would make sure that his child knows his sincerity and that he will always be there for them whenever they need to talk or be supported.

Sehun: “Never don’t mind about a thing~” *Literal meme*


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by wooyoung

Yixing may find the concept a little strange at the beginning. Since he isn’t used to the culture (and often tries to call EXO manly after they show strong affections for one another) he might find it a little bit confusing and may not know how to handle the news at the beginning. He wouldn’t be unsupportive, and he would never criticize his child for feeling this way, he would just need some time to adjust and understand. But when his child brings home their partner for the first time, he falls in love with the couple, and instantly decides that this development isn’t going to change a single thing.

Yixing: “I know I was unsure at the beginning, but now I understand why you love them, and I am happy that you’ve found someone that can make you feel this well. You compliment each other well, I give you my blessing to be with them, not that you needed it anyway.” *Grinning*


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by zhangyixings

Chen was making dinner when his child came out to him, it wasn’t the fact that they were gay that made him drop a pile of hot plates on the floor, it was the fact that his child had been seeing someone for the past few months without him knowing that really startled him.

{child}: “I’m sorry, please don’t be upset.”

Jongdae: “I demand you tell me about them at once and call them over for dinner. I’d like to meet them immediately.”

{child}: “So you’re… not mad?”

Jongdae: “Why would I be mad? Love is love, right? Now come on, I want to meet them so I can finally play the embarrassing father role.”

{child}: “Isn’t that what Uncle Suho is for?”

Jongdae: “Let me live this moment, please!”


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by oppa-smiles

Minseok’s reaction was actually pretty underwhelming. Even though his child had taken him out to coffee to reveal the news, Minseok played it off as if it wasn’t anything at all, mainly because he didn’t mind, and didn’t think that his child should be so stressed to tell him something like this. Minseok is very open and accepting, so it doesn’t upset him in the slightest when he finds out this information about his child. If anything, he is happy for them, because he knows that they will eventually find someone to love. He prefers it when his child tells him things like this instead of pretending. The last thing he wants is for his child to be with someone he doesn’t love just to make others around them happy.

{child}: “I’m gay…”

Minseok: “And I’m thirsty, can you get me a black coffee?”

{child}: “Aren’t you upset about this?”

Minseok: “No, why would I be upset? As long as you find someone who is good to you, I will be happy for you.”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by e-x-o-s

When his child first told him about this, he was a little confused about it and seemed a little dismissive. He went on to do some research about it (AKA he asked Kris what he should feel about this) after talking through his worries (he was anxious he wasn’t a good enough father because he doesn’t know how he should support the child) he realised that it wasn’t all that hard, and that he was more proud of his child than ever before for being so bold and speaking his mind. When his child came home that eveing, Tao approached them and gave them a hug, explaining that he was proud of them and that he hopes they will find someone good for them.

Tao: “Remember that I need to make sure they are suitable for you before you can date them.”

{child}: *Laughing* “Of course, Dad.”


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by wintershower

Suho doesn’t care if his child is homosexual, heterosexual, bisexual or any other sexuality. He doesn’t care if his child dates someone of the same sex or if they are foreign. As long as his child is happy, then he is too. Suho is literally the most chilled and accepting man and possibly the best man for a father role because he would be the most supportive person on the planet.

{child}: “I just need to tell you that… well, I’m gay.”

Suho: “Hi gay, I’m Dad.”

{child}: “… I hate you so much”

*All joking apart, Suho would be so proud, and would probably cry tears of happiness knowing that his child is finally showing their true identity and are a step closer to finding happiness.”


Luhan

Originally posted by wetsekai

Luhan chuckled as his child revealed this new information to him. He looked over at Minseok who was sat beside him and held his hand out, a smirk playing at his lips as he asked for the money he was owed for the bet they made. The child watched in astonishment as Minseok handed the money over and Luhan explained they had made a bet on when the child would finally come clean about their true feelings. This is probably where I should also add that Luhan is chill about it, and proud of them for making this big step.

{child}: “You… knew?”

Luhan: “You think I was born yesterday? I know that ‘we’re studying’ excuse is a lie. Since when did you study?”

{child}: “… okay yeah, fair enough, you got me there.”


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by wooyoung

Kai smiled as his child told him about their sexuality. Even though it isn’t always socially accepted, Kai doesn’t see a problem with it at all. In the moment, he was sat with his child downstairs at 3am with cups of hot tea. He feels a tear run down in emotional happiness and chuckles as his child begins to cry as well. As the two of them sit in an utter moment of true emotion mixed with love and happiness, he reaches over and pulls his child into a hug, reassuring them that he is always going to be proud of them.

Kai: “You were and always will be the best thing that ever happened to me, {child}.”


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by yourtypicalasianfangirl

Since Kris has done a lot of travelling and has many friends over the world, he has seen many different perspectives and lives. So when his child tells him about their sexuality, he is less than bothered by it. Not in a bad way, but it just doesn’t matter to him if his child is gay or not, in his eyes, if his child is happy then he is too and that is all that matters.

Kris: “Angry? Why would I be angry? I think it’s good you’re closer finding your true identity. I hope that one day, you will be able to find someone who will make you very happy.”

Castiel isn’t exactly a morning person.

Dean’s got no clue where the former angel picked that up, but for some reason Castiel tries to win a fucking award for crankiness in the early hours of every single goddamned day since he moved into the bunker for good. And he stays that way until there is enough coffee or black tea rushing through his system for him to behave like a moderately decent person.

Dean already wondered whether Castiel perhaps just needs some time to adjust – after all, he’s human for less than two months now – and come to terms with all the sleeping and eating and breathing. It’s quite a change, so it’d be totally understandable.

But deep down Dean is convinced that this is simply Castiel’s normal behavior. He had been a little piece of shit since day one after all.

And Dean can’t help finding it kinda endearing.

So he’s unable to fight a slight smile when he sees Castiel shuffle into the kitchen that morning like a zombie just recently raised from the grave, his lids half-open, just barely enough to spot the coffeemaker. His hair is more of a mess than usual, his sweatpants are hanging quite low and showing off some sharp hipbones and his rumpled shirt is inside out as if Castiel didn’t give a fuck and merely put it on because of the incident one week ago when he walked completely bare chested into the kitchen one morning, almost giving Dean an aneurysm, and was immediately forced to listen to a speech by Sam about decent clothing at the breakfast table while Dean fought with death in the background.

“Hey, Cas,” Sam greets, looking up from his phone for a second, and flashes the ex-angel a smile, though he knows fairly well that it won’t be appreciated anyway.

Castiel just grumbles something inaudible underneath his breath and takes a mug out of the cabinet without destroying the better part of the kitchen.

And Dean just smiles like a stupid idiot.

Castiel doesn’t notice anything that’s going on around him, his gaze only fixed on the coffee. He downs it in one go, black and hot, his poor throat obviously used to that kind of treatment, and squints at the opposite wall as if there’s some hidden secret he’s contemplating to solve.

But in the end he drops the issue and turns toward the brothers at the table instead.

“Morning, Cas,” Dean says, grinning brightly. “Need more coffee?”

Castiel grunts an incoherent reply and studies the other man intently for a moment.

And then he leans down and presses a warm and quick kiss onto Dean’s lips.

Dean freezes up, but he’s got no chance to respond in any kind before Castiel pulls back again, smiling fondly, and strolls out of the kitchen as if all of this had been a perfectly normal occurrence.

And Dean merely gapes after him, his eyes impossibly widened.

Did that seriously just happen?

“Um … did Cas just kiss you?” Sam asks, his huge forehead wrinkled like he’s deeply in thought, but at the same time there is a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Dammit.

“Uh …” Dean answers very eloquently, not sure what to say. His lips taste intensely like Castiel, even after that short contact, and he’s got no idea what to do with that. It feels as if his brain had been fried.

“'Cause, man, it really looked like Cas just kissed you,” Sam goes on, now clearly amused. “I didn’t know that you and him –”

“We’re not!” Dean cuts in instantly, suppressing a blush and failing spectacularly. “Um, I mean … you saw him, Sammy. He was half-asleep. He probably thought he was dreaming or something …”

Sam’s smirk becomes even wider hearing that. “Then it’s interesting to know what Cas is dreaming about, don’t you think?”

His eyes glint teasingly and Dean is having a very hard time ignoring him or coming up with some plausible excuse.

All he can think about are the soft press of lips and the fluttery feeling inside his stomach.

“I guess you’re screwed, Dean,” Sam says, laughing aloud.

And Dean isn’t able to deny it.

Tommen vs Joffrey (sorry silly title i know)

Imagine Tommen defending you when Joffrey decides to beat you

(I hope you like this! Uh the request was Joffrey insulting and hurting you at a party of some sorts and Tommen comes to the rescue and once in private admits his feelings)

(Pt. 2: http://letsasoiaftogether.tumblr.com/post/138498654828/tommen-vs-joffrey-pt-2)

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“You are nothing but a waste of space.” His words hurt more than the slap he landed against your cheek following his insult.

The Queen’s Ballroom fell silent and everyone turns to the slightly raised dais where the King, Joffrey of House Baratheon and Lannister, and his betrothed, that’s you, had been sitting. Sitting, at least, until you had accidently knocked over your glass of wine. With wide eyes full of horror you had watched the wine drip down off the table cloth onto the red trousers the King was dressed in that evening.

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domesticity ahoy...

So, I was thinking randomly last night about how the show might decide to clue the viewers in that Emma and Killian are in fact living together now (because I really need this to be the case when S6 opens) and a few ideas popped into my head. 

I’ll call them headcanons:

1 - close up shot of Emma looking in the mirror in her bathroom securing her hair into a ponytail and as the camera pans out we see Killian standing beside her on his side of the sink applying his eyeliner (not store bought, but some old style pirate type kohl, that he manages to apply while winking - well, not really, cause he is a terrible winker)

2 - Emma’s phone ringing loudly on her nightstand and we see that it is David calling, but then we see Killian’s hand pick up the phone as he mutters, “bloody hell, mate, do you know what time it is?” before Emma’s hand sneaks out from beneath the covers to snatch the phone away.

3 - Emma walking towards the front door from the kitchen and grabbing her red jacket off of a hook and we see Killian’s jacket hanging over a hook right beside it. The camera will then pan to Killian at the sink placing their coffee mugs on the dish dryer with his hook.

4 - Emma standing in their bedroom pulling a sweater over her head and on the dresser we see some of her jewelry and maybe some perfume on one side and on the other, an antique looking dish in the shape of a seashell full of all of Killian’s rings and his brace resting beside it, camera then pans to Killian still asleep in the bed (covered, b/c, hello…ABC sucks).

5 - Emma coming home late and trudging upstairs, obviously tired and ready for bed to find Killian asleep against the pillows he has propped behind him and the book he was reading (Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde - of course) still open on his lap, since we know he’s quite good at research.

Someone should stop me now, cause I could do this all night long…

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Originally posted by aminotfemme

You are my dentist and I have the biggest crush on you and one time you give me too much laughing gas so I end up telling you that
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Going to the dentist surely was no one’s favorite activity. It hadn’t been for Jean, not for the longest time at least.
His teeth had always caused him problems, they were crooked and had holes in them more often than not, even though he brushed and flossed regularly.

Old doctor Bodt had once told him it had to do with the composition of bacteria in his saliva, that it was much more aggressive than it normally should be and started damaging his dental enamel more quickly.
At that point it had annoyed Jean to no end that he still wasn’t through with worrying about his teeth after spending the better part of his childhood as well as his whole adolescence wearing all different kinds of braces. That had corrected his teeth to somewhat normal – there were still some gaps but nothing too obvious – but sadly couldn’t change the fact that his own saliva tried digesting them all day.

It actually was a lot less gross than it sounded, he was not contagious or long-suffering or anything. Using special antibacterial mouthwash helped a lot with making him feel less like some  hobo who didn’t know what a toothbrush was by keeping the whole milieu relatively clean.
But even the best hygiene couldn’t save him from his visits to doctor Bodt. The old man had been friendly enough for the 25 years they knew each other. It wasn’t his fault that, due to his condition, Jean had enough memories of bad treatments to last him a lifetime and couldn’t stop himself from panicking whenever he set foot into the practice.

But when old doctor Bodt became, well, too old to manage all the patients on his own and his son began working at the practice as well, something changed.
Marco Bodt was a very capable, young dentist, specifically trained in dealing with phobic patients, always kind and patient and deserving of all the respect Jean could show him.
He was also hot as all hell, Italian charm and tight ass included. Jean tried not to be too obvious about his instant crush on the sexy doctor but it was hard when Dr. Bodt Junior took such good care of him.

First of all the treatment room he used for his phobic patients was that much nicer than the one his father had treated Jean in for years. It wasn’t as glaringly white, still somewhat sterile – of course, it was a treatment room, after all – but with nice frilly curtains, colorful pictures on the walls and warmer lighting.
Marco also switched from injecting the analgetic with that big, scary needle that always made Jean even more nervous, to using laughing gas.
Sweet and simple, not at all panic inducing and it also gave him some kind of euphoric rush every time, without fail.

It only took three months of gentle coaxing and empathetic care until going to the dentist became Jean’s … well, still not his favorite activity, that would be crazy, but he sure didn’t panic anymore. That had to count as a win.
The thing was, those three months had also worsened his pathetic crush on the doctor.
Now when he came into the practice he wasn’t jittery with nerves but with childish glee, excited to see young Dr. Bodt again and chat a little after he’d come out of delirium. Those chats helped him get to know the dentist better than he’d ever expected.

He knew now that Marco Bodt had three younger sisters, but none of them wanted to study medicine. He knew how the man liked his coffee but that he preferred tea, knew which shows he binge watched whenever he had time to do so and that he got most of his tricks from a psychotherapist friend of his.
They had established that little ritual, the friendly conversation after his treatment, to ground him again when he came to. That way he knew he was still safe and it would all be over soon.

The doctor had talked him through all the small steps they’d take to ensure Jean didn’t get too nervous anymore, explained some of the psychological background to each measure before even taking a single look at his teeth. Jean would’ve had listened to him if it hadn’t been for the fact that this had been their very first encounter and he’d been busy staring at the man.

One day, after the filling of some particularly nasty holes – god that sounded so dirty, now that he was lusting after the dentist like the protagonist of a cheesy porno – Jean felt decidedly more woozy than usual when he slipped back into consciousness.
His eyes were still closed but the room didn’t always feel like it was spinning around him and his senses were unusually fuzzy.

“Mr. Kirschtein? Can you hear me?”, Dr. Bodt’s gentle voice reached him through the fog in his ears. Jean tried to nod but wasn’t sure if the movement came across as such. “Don’t worry, you’re gonna be fine. I overdosed a little on the laughing gas, I’m so sorry. But there should be no side effects, you’ll just need some more time to adjust.”
He nodded again, this time more firmly and succeeded in opening his eyes on the second try.

“’s no problem, doc”, he slurred, tilting his head to the side and searching for Dr. Bodt’s silhouette in the dim room. It came into view right next to him, his face illuminated by the warm light, practically glowing. It was a wonderful sight to wake up to.
Without really thinking about it – he couldn’t do much of that, at this point – Jean slurred the first thing that entered his mind: “Holy shit, you’re gorgeous” He needed another few tries to get his eyes to actually focus, then hummed at the surprised expression. “Mean it. So pretty, doctor…”
The dark, drawn-up eyebrows lowered again as a kind smile spread across Bodt’s face.

“You’re really out of it, huh?”, he asked and leaned back into his chair a little. “It’s okay, just breathe. You can close your eyes again until the effect wears off.”
Jean reflexively did as he was told, eyelids slipping shut, but only for a few seconds. Then they fluttered open again. Dr. Bodt didn’t understand, he thought this was some joke, but it wasn’t and Jean had to tell him!
“Really, Marco! You’re so pretty, so attra …. acttr … jus’ really hot, ‘kay?” Dr. Bodt laughed at that, amusement in his voice but no spark of evil intent when he said:
“I get it. You’re high, Mr. Kirschtein. We can talk about this when you’re yourself again.”

“I am. And you’re hot. Honessly. I’ve liked you since … for months, you know?” Somewhere, deep in the haziness of his mind there were alarm bells going off, telling him that this was not something he should ever share with this man. But they were way too far away right now and he just kind of giggled at his own words. “You’re just so fuggin perfect…”
Another laugh, this one a little breathy and a quiet, bashful “Thank you.” before they both fell silent. Dr. Bodt was still leaning back in his chair and Jean was still staring adoringly at his cute little smile.

“You know…”, he started again after a while, not that out of it anymore but still loopy enough to utter the following “We should get coffee sometime. Or … tea. Aaand … and you should tell me jokes.” Jean giggled again, the memory how they had once tried out-joking each other crossing his mind, hazy and diffuse. “I … like the way you laugh. You laugh before you’re even finished. Every time. It’s cute.”

His tired eyes could be playing tricks on him but from this angle it looked like Dr. Bodt was blushing.
“That sounds really nice. But you’re my patient, I’m afraid I’m not allowed to let you take me on a date.” Jean let out a deep sigh at that, shoving his bottom lip forward in the best pout he could muster like this.
“Not even for tea…?”, he whined. But Dr. Bodt just shook his head, then reached out to squeeze his patient’s hand for a few seconds.
“I’m sorry. Not even for tea.”

Jean spent this evening burrowed under his blankets, cheeks flaming with embarrassment as the realization that he could never go back to that practice sank in slowly.
But then, when it was way after midnight, a whole other realization dawned on him. That Marco Bodt hadn’t exactly said no.
It took him two weeks and a dentist switch to finally get his tea-date. The return of some mild panic attacks every few weeks wasn’t too bad when he had his very own doctor at home to kiss it better afterward.

Here is a time-lapse of drawings I made of the Ladies Book Club that I was working on in secret. I’ve been drawing this on and off for the past 5 weeks, and I wanted to finish it before @drawfee submits a new episode of Drawga, but they beat me to it! Not that I’m complaining, though… I need more Legzi in my life.

Anyway, these are ALMOST finished. Just need to add a few things and make some adjustments and I’ll submit the images here.

Healing - Part 9

Summery: More aftermath

Warnings: swearing maybe (probably)

Word Count: 800+

A/N: Yeah, stuff’s gonna happen I promise. (*gif not mine) Tagging: @helllaellla @bovaria @marvel-ash @marvelfanfichq @givebuckyhisplums2k16 @starstar1012 @fairy-frills @jasmins3 @emilypkuzu  @annadier @buckystories @shamvictoria11 @feelmyroarrrr @totheendofthelinepal @sorryidontspeakgrounder-world @thelazyorange @rinaldifreya @creatorofwritings @callingmrsbarnes @whotheeffisbucky

Masterpost

Originally posted by stevebuccy

Just as you were about to drift off you heard a knock at the door. Reluctantly, you lifted the blanket from you body and walked toward the door in bare feet. When you opened the door you were faced with the pair of eyes you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge moments before.

‘I brought you some water’, in his flesh hand he held a tall glass filled with water. His voice was flat, completely emotionless. The perfect coping method after being ignored.

‘Thanks’ you dropped your eyes to look at his feet. They were in clean black socks. He had always had good manners and took his shoes off straight after entering a home, must have been the whole 40s thing.

‘Do you mind if I come in?’ You moved your head to the side and gestured from him to enter. He placed the water on the bedside table on Ben’s side sat on edge. You joined him, picking up the glass, taking a sip, then placing it back where he had put it.

‘What happened between us, I’m no-’

'Let me talk, please. Look, I understand that what happened between us wasn’t the greatest idea and I don’t know what the meant to you. But to me, it wasn’t a one time thing. I really like you. And I know that you’re going through a difficult time and I’m prepared to wait’ he was staring at you throughout his whole speech. Then Looked at his hands, that were intertwined with each other. 'If you’ll have me’

'Of course I’ll have you. It just… There’s so much to do and it’s best we don’t talk about it, it could ruin the divorce.’ You look over at him. You took his hands in yours and for the first time you looked into his ocean eyes. 'Ben and I. We’ve been together for 8 years. I just need some time to adjust.’ He didn’t say a word, just nodded then removed his eyes from you vision and let go of your hands. 'Friends?’

'Friends’. He had got up and left the room so fast you almost missed it.

This time around falling asleep was near impossible. Everything that had happened. Everything that will happen. All these thoughts ran riot in your mind until it was so restless you rested.

When you woke your limbs were spread across the entire bed.  Your initial thought was if Ben had enough space but after a split second you realised that it will never be Ben’s space again. It was all yours. Yours. A scent caught your attention, so you decided to follow. Your pyjamas were modest so you didn’t mind the others seeing you.

When you arrived downstairs Clint was handing out chocolate chip pancakes.

'I didn’t know you were multitalented, Clint’, you sat at the table, well away from Bucky, and served yourself some breakfast.

'I do have 2 kids, and one on the way’, he expertly flipped the three pancakes he was cooking in the pan in one go. I guess there are more that one uses of being a master assassin.

'Traitor’. You had sat next to Natasha, who was leaning very close to her plate and mumbling.

'Why? Because he had children?’ Your mouth was full and you used your fork to point at Clint, who was now sitting at the table also.

'Because his little Natasha is a Nathaniel’, instead of eating she jabbed her fork into the final half of her pancake.

'Don’t lose hope, he could be a she when they’re older.’

'Yes, double agent.’ At this she sat up and smiled brightly.

'So, Y/N. How are you feeling?’, Bucky’s voice startled you. You hadn’t expected to hear it and, if you were honest, had forgotten he was there.

'Good.’ You kept your answer short because you didn’t know how you felt really. But you were English, and the only correct response was nodding your head and pretending everything was fine. 'Has anyone seen Henry?’

'I think he’s still in the guest bedroom’. You immediately got up, got a plate from the kitchen and loaded a pile of pancakes on. Without a word, you swiftly went upstairs.

You knocked on the door and opened it slowly after a voice called you in. In there Henry was balled up on the bed. His tanned skin contrasting the white bed sheets so deliciously and in this moment he took your breath away.

'I brought you breakfast’, your voice was timid. Having gone through the this yourself you knew how delicate he would be.

'Thank you, please put it on the table.’ He looked at you through red eyes, his voice was broken by sobs and his pillow was wet with tears.

'You can stay here how ever long you like.’ You stood by the door again, waiting for his response. His face was buried in the pillows again so you didn’t expect one.

'Thank you’

You walked out and shut the door behind you. There was something about him, something about seeing him so vulnerable that made you look at him differently.

You shook the thought out of your head and went back downstairs.

Part 10