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Stereotypical

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series) 

Notes: swearing, flirting, mentions of child abuse and alcoholism (past), none other yet

Summary: As a PA/secretary, you are all too familiar with the fantasies nearly all men share: banging their hot assistant. Former jobs haven’t worked out for you for that exact reason, and now starting out at a new company, as the secretary for the CEO of the hottest modelling agency in the country, you’re hoping this one will be different. But after meeting your new boss, Mr J.B. Barnes, you’re not so sure if it will be. Then again, maybe Mr Barnes is not as stereotypical as you think he is.   

A/N: Hi guys! This is a little something I’ve been working on lately. It’s only gonna be a few parts and I hope you enjoy it! 

“Whoa, hey there doll, what’s the rush?”

Quickly checking if you hadn’t dropped anything, to avoid any more embarrassment on the first day on your new job, you looked up at the man you’d just crashed (face-planted) into.

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I’m Not a Kid

I’m Not a Kid

Word count: 4.2k

Genre: smut

Parts: one | two


“Y/N” you heard Jungkook sing song. He had been bothering you for the past three weeks. Jungkook was your boss’s son and he had been trying to get you to go out with him since day one.

You had given the papers to your secretary and turned to face him. “Jungkook,” you sighed and walked back over to your office. You walked inside your office and turned to close your door but Jungkook stopped it and walked in. You sighed again and went to sit at your desk. You got on your computer, not looking at him, “Yes, Jungkook.”

“Oh, Y/N” he laughed. “I love when you call me that.”

You looked over at him, “It is your name.”

He just stood there and smiled with a wink. You rolled your eyes, “What did you need?”

He walked over and sat at the on the edge of your desk. “Well, I need a date to dinner tonight?”

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I commissioned the amazing @destinyapostasy to paint our two favorite Fade nerds, Solas and Cole.

LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THESE ARE

Seriously, I am blown away by the colors and textures and everything is just augh so good. Thank you so, so, so much, I absolutely love them! <3

I don’t think she’s open for more commissions at the moment but when she is, I’ll let you guys know. :)

hey hey I hit 3k *little pause for the ‘what?’, ‘omg’, ‘really’* yea that happened. today I bring you a little follow forever *little pause for the ‘ugh how original’* I know, I know, I don’t need you to tell me. but yea, I was contacted by this company called ‘asleepyphilly’ (that’s me if you can’t tell ,, I’m just trying to make this more exciting) and they told me that it would be nice to show my love for my mutuals so that’s what I’m doing, thank you ‘asleepyphilly’ for the unoriginal amazing idea. 

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Shut up and kiss me - Auston Matthews

A/N: HIIII! This one is a request by my bb @itsall-aboutthat. I’ve enjoyed writing this waaaay too much and I hope you like it. I might start taking requests, who knows…

Word Count: 1130

Warnings: Mild swearing.

Originally posted by calgaryinferno

“What do you want to do today?” Auston asks from behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist on a tight embrace.

“I’ve never been in Toronto before, we should go and explore the city” I answer while pouring more pancake batter on the pan. I’ve probably made a hundred pancakes by now, but the pile wasn’t growing since Auston kept stealing them from the plate and eating them with his fingers.

We have been dating for two years now, but you won’t deny that living so far from each other makes things quite hard sometimes. You trust him and he trusts you, but it is hard not to get jealous when models threw themselves at him all the time and you are an average girl from Michigan. It is the first time that I have gone to Toronto to visit him and I am beyond excited about it.

“Do you really want to go out?” He pouts and I can tell that all he wants is to stay at home and just cuddle and watch movies and be couch potatoes. Not happening “it is cold out and it might rain and…”

“Stop whining, Papi” I scowl him and he frowns; only his mom can call him Papi. “I really want to see the city. Your apartment is nice, but I want to see what Canada has to offer”

He rolls his eyes and I know I have won; we are going out. We get ready, Auston still whining while we walk to his car.

“We can go back, it isn’t too late” he says before getting in the driver’s seat.

“Auston, drive and don’t stop until we are Downtown” I glare at him and he stares at my face, trying to figure out if I’m kidding or not. I am not. He sighs and starts driving.

As soon as we are on the highway he links his hand with mine and rests them on my thigh, eyes on the road. I take my time to study his face while he is focus on the icy road; he is still the same Auston, but I can tell he is more of a man than he was six months ago when he left to Toronto. His jaw is slightly more squared, his hair is longer but better styled, his cheekbones more prominent… and yet again he is still Auston.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” he asks, squishing my hand lightly and I blush. Ugh, busted.

“You are just too handsome” I answer sincerely and he turns his face, gifting me with a smile that makes my knees weak.

“I needed to keep up with my girlfriend or some bastard may try to take her away from me” and I frown.

“Never going to happen”

“I hope so” he looks at my eyes for a second and brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. Ugh, he knows how to make me go insane “we are here”

He parks the car on a private parking lot and we walk out, hand on hand. Toronto is prettier than I expected. It has a New York vibe but much more chilled and I enjoy walking around surrounded by tall buildings.

“Ugh, I think I’m in love” I declare as we sit in a restaurant after walking and shopping for a couple hours. What can I say? I couldn’t hold myself and Auston was there to hold my bags for once.

“I thought you had fell for me long time ago” he raises an eyebrow and I laugh at him.

“With the city, dum-dum” and now he gives me a major side eye “I’ve been in love with you for two years” as I run a finger all over his hand and arm.

“Good to know” he smiles and I do the same. Ugh, we are so cheesy.

We get our food and we eat as we talk, or I talk and he listens, or more like I talk and he is completely zoned out. He has always been on the quiet side of the spectrum, but normally he is a good listener. I frown, but he doesn’t notice it and I decide to just let it go. He pays the tab and I whisper a thank you. Everything was going so well and now we are on an uncomfortable silence, walking around the city.

“Want to go up there?” he asks and I snap out of my thoughts, following his gaze to the CN tower.

I nod, but I don’t say anything as we walk to base of the needle looking building and get inside. It is warm and I let out a content sigh when the warmth hits my face. Auston buys a couple tickets and I give him a dirty look, it is my time to pay, but he just waves it off and puts his hand on the small of my back and pushes me to the elevators. The ride up is suffocating, neither of us talks and the tension between us is palpable, you literally run off as the elevator doors open. And then you see it, the whole city at your feet. The sight is breathtaking and you can’t help it to turn around, looking for Auston so you can share the experience, but he is on front of the elevator, looking at his feet.

“Ok, I’m done with this” You whisper and walk towards him “what the hell is wrong with you? Why are you acting up so weird? What the fuck happ…”

“Move here with me” he blurts out and I stop talking.

“What?”

“Move here with me. Come live with me. You love the city, you like my friends, you love me…”

“Yes” I say, biting my lower lip.

“You can find a job, or not, I make enough money for bo…Wait, what?”

“I said yes, Auston. I’d love to live with you. I’d love to wake to you each morning. I’d love to make you pancakes every morning” I smile as he wraps his arms around my waist and spins me around.

When he puts me down I grab his hand and walk with him to the glass. The Sun is going down and the sky is tinted with reds, pinks and oranges.

“This is so beautiful” I whisper, leaning against him.

“Not as beautiful as you” he puts his arm around my shoulders and squishes my frame against his much bigger body “hey, I’m so sorry. I was an asshole and…”

“Shh, shut up and kiss me”

And he does, and my knees go weak, and my heart flutters, and I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to get to call him mine.

Just Ask - Part 7

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: Steeb is a dumbass. 

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happy mum's day!!!

*at an ungodly hour*

*ignis’ phone starts to ring*

*still ringing…. *

*and ringing*

*and ringing*

*and ringi-*

Ignis: *answers call* “WHAT!!!!!!”

Prompto: “HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY IGGY YOUR THE BEST MUM EVER!!!!”

Ignis: *too tired to even care* “Why in the bloody hell would you call me in this time prompto just to greet me a mother’s day! I am not even your mother! for six sake!” Don’t get me wrong I appreciate the gesture but really prompto!“

Prompto: "SORRY I COULDN’T WAIT ANY LONGER I JUST HAVE TO GREET YOU! CAUSE YOUR THE BEST MUMMM EVAAAHHH!!! BUT OKIE I’LL LET YOU SLEEP AGAIN NOW IGGY! LOVE YOU MUM!

Ignis: *sigh* "thank you prompto…love you too” -end call-


-at nocts’ apartment -

*ignis arrives to clean after noct but sees the flat clean and shiny*

*ignis looks at a blushing noct*

Noctis: “I-i tried to clean up after myself so you won’t have to! A-and I made sandwiches? and tea so let’s go and e-eat!”

*ignis gives the prince who’s avoiding eye contact a fond smile*

Ignis: “yes your highness”

Noctis: *all red now* “and another thing….. h-happy mother’s day ignis!”

*noctis immediately turns around going to the kitchen leaving a suprised ignis behind*

-at some point in the afternoon-

*ignis receives a delivery*

delivery boy: “Is there a mister Ignis Scientia here”

Ignis: “That would be me”

delivery boy: “oh here sir! flowers and chocolates for you! from a person named Gladiolus Amacitia! hope you enjoy your delivery sir! goodbye! ”

Ignis: *blushes furiously* “oh that gladio!”

*sees an envelope inside the chocolate box*

-the letter says-

*dear ignis… I know this is a sappy and dorky way to say I love and happy mother’s day but yeah… HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY IGNIS! Thank you for everything and taking care of “our kids” and words cannot express how I love you and how blessed I am to be loved by a person like you! Sorry i can’t give you this in person.. duty calls! but dinner? tonight? I love you babe
-gladio"

Ignis:“…………….” *blushing intensifies*

Little Storm Cloud

Title: Little Storm Cloud

Characters: Sam, Dean, and Reader (friends) 

Warning: adorable Winchester cuddles

A/N: I’m a grumpy little storm cloud today, just in a funk I guess. I also don’t feel like paying attention in class so I wrote this instead :) Enjoy!


Today had just been crappy from the second you got up. You’d stubbed your toe on the bedroom door. Your shower was twice as long because your mind kept wondering making you forget if you’d shampooed your hair. The boys had eaten the rest of your favorite cereal. It was just a shit day all around

Slamming your bedroom door, you stomped to the kitchen grumbling under your breath about having to go on a ridiculously long walk just to get a snack. Walking into the kitchen your hands balled into fists at the leftover food on the counter from lunch.

“Seriously!? Does no one in this godforsaken place know how to put food away!”

Opening the kitchen cabinet to grab a Tupperware you pulled one and the avalanche of plastic hit your face. “God fucking damnit!!” you start slamming things, jamming the mess of Tupperware back into the cabinet, slamming it shut.

“Woah, Y/N, what did the Tupperware do you to?”

“Shut up Sam,” you snapped, running your hands over your face. “UGH I hate today! Everything is so stupid!” Sam just stared as you stomp past him heading for your room.

Groaning you roll over in bed when you hear a knock on your door.

“Y/N? Can I come in?”

“Leave me alone Sam. I’m not in the mood to talk.”

“I know, I just brought you some blankets.” Hesitantly pushing open the door Sam walked to the side of your bed, covering you gently with your favorite blankets.

“Thanks Sam,” you mumbled as he walks out.

“Any time.”


When Dean got home he walked around the library looking for you when Sam came back from a run. “Where’s Y/N? I thought she was making dinner for us?”

“Yeah I wouldn’t mention that to her, I can make us something.”

“Why what’s wrong with Y/N?”

“She’s a little pissed off storm cloud at the moment. I’d stay out of her way if I were you.”

Dean thought for a minute before heading to his room.

He knocked twice on your door, not waiting for an answer when he came in.

“Go away Dean, I don’t want to talk to anyone.”

“Good thing we aren’t going to talk then. Scoot over.” Dean shoved at you, laughing as you lazily swatted back at him.

“Knock it off asshat! This is my bed!”

“Don’t get your panties in a wad, sheesh.” Dean put his favorite mix CD in your stereo and then fit himself behind you on your bed, burying himself under your covers and pulling you in tight to him.

The two of you laid there, and at some point you drifted off in his arms.

When you woke up Sam had wedged his way in bed too. Sam sat with his back against your headboard and your head was using his thigh as a pillow, one of his hands reached down to hold yours. Dean had an arm draped over you and was nuzzling into your neck.

“Guys, guys what are you doing?” Both of the boys wiped their eyes, stretching as woke up. “What’s with the cuddle puddle in my bed?”

“You were a storm cloud,” Sam yawned.

“Yeah, the only way to cure the grumpy storm cloud is to cuddle the grump out of you.” Dean laughed as he stretched out his arms.

“What? I was not!” The boys laughed and Sam pulled you tight to his chest.

“Y/N, you almost started world war three with the Tupperware. You were a little angry storm could.”

“Don’t worry,” Dean pressed a kiss into your temple, “we still love you though.”

Sam pressed a kiss into the top of your head. “We love our little storm cloud.” 

Pastel Edits in Real Life! |drabble|

Just a baby Drabble (not a oneshot) for y'all because omg ily guys sm and ugh thanks for everything. happy v-day!!

 Summary: the aftermath of the pastel edits video on Phils channel!!!! TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF !!!! —— 


      “Oh my god.”

Phil stuffed his blue wig into the bag and glanced up at Dan who was looking at himself in the camera. He laughed at his boyfriend who looked shocked to see himself actually.

“You don’t like the gray hair?”

“I look like a fucking old man.” Dan whipped the wig off his head and flung it at Phil.

Phil grabbed the wig and put it in the bag. He sighed and scooted closer to Dan. He gently reached over and touched at Dans hair softly. It wasn’t like he did in the video where he poked at it. No this was more intimate and it left the tips of Dans ears pink.

“I like your hair like this.”

Dan who was a master at using shitty humour to get out of anything stumbled out, “What? A gigantic curly blob?” Phil smiled and ran his fingers gently through his boyfriends curly brown locks.

“It’s a gorgeous gigantic curly blob and yes I love it.” Phil pulled back his hand and instead leaned in to kiss Dans cheek.

Dan leaned in for the kiss but pulled back and said in his typical Dan manner, “This videos made you a even soft, sappy mess then you already are and I will not support it.” Phil rolled his eyes and shrugged. He moved away and was about to start cleaning up again but he felt a hand on his leg.

Phil turned back to Dan who glanced away as soon as he did. However Phil caught the way his eyes flickered back to him. He sighed and he leaned over and pressed his lips against Dans cheek which warmed under his touch.

“And I’m the softie.”

Dan threw one of the flowercrowns at him before getting up and cleaning off his tattoos. He was gross and sticky and ugh he really wanted to lay on the sofa right now. He came back with no tattoos and took notice of how Phils “room” was back to its normal AmazingPhil setting.

For some reason he missed the pink sheets.

“You’re still wearing your outfit from the video.”

Dan glanced down at his clothes and noticed that he was in fact in the dungarees and baby pink jumper. Phil who put the wigs and flowercrowns in the box at the end of his bed walked over to his dresser. Dan hummed and walked over to the mirror.

“I oddly like it.” Dan admitted after staring at himself for a bit.

“What? Really?” Phil asked in surprise as he came up behind his boyfriend and stared at him through the mirror. Dan nodded and touched at the dungarees straps.

“The jumper is fucking soft as hell and the dungarees make me feel like I’m not even wearing trousers.” Dan said in amazement. He spun around and faced Phil who was grinning.

“Why you smiling like you belong in a mental asylum?”

Phil reached and grasped Dans straps. He grinned even wider and dramatically whooped, “I’ve completed my life goal.” Dan lifted a brow and let Phil tug him closer.

“You wearing something that isn’t white, black, or gray and liking it! And I have you admitting it off camera so no way your ass is saying it for the viewers.”

Dans jaw dropped and he scoffed, “You’re pathetic.”

Phil smiled smugly and tugged Dan closer one last time. Their bodies came flush with each other and Dan slid his hands around the older mans waist. He placed them on the lower part of Phils back.

“You’re going to be wearing all sorts of pastel colours in no time! Baby a soft purple? Maybe I can order a baby blue jumper? What about a soft yellow?”

Dan mumbled fuck you before pressing their lips together.

“Dan?”

Dan pulled back from the kiss and sighed, “Yes, Phil?”

Phil let go of the dungaree straps and placed his hands on the boys shoulders, he lightly dug his fingers in. “The outfit suits you and you look amazing in it so I’m glad you like it.” Dan felt his ears tint again and he forced himself to roll his eyes and pull out of the embrace. Instead he grabbed Phils hand.

“Let’s go watch some fucking weird anime and order pizza before you give me a toothache, you spoon.”

@nostalgic-uncertaintyA fluffy Hannibal :3 as fluffy as he can be without it being weird that is XD maybe one in which reader is going out with Hannibal and it’s great until she walks in on him killing someone in his murder suit, she flips out, he drugs her and then what happens is up to you XD

Ugh, I love Hannibal waaaaaay more than I should considering, y’know, he’s a cannibalistic serial killer… I’m always nervous writing about Hannibal because I’m scared of characterising him incorrectly; feels like an insult to do that. But after months of procrastination, I just have to sit and write the thing that scares me. Hannibal wouldn’t mind, I hope. But anyways, uhm, @thranduilsperkybutt helped me out so much with this. If you don’t follow them, you really should. Everything they write is flawless and almost taken from canon. Thank you, lovely! ❤

Originally posted by sirenja-and-the-stag

Your shift was almost over, thankfully. You just had to print out some files and leave them in your outbox for Monday. 

As you were walking down the corridor to the printing room, you heard shuffling and a series of grunts coming from the Director’s office. Thinking it may have just been the Director working out in his office, as he kept a punching bag in the corner, you thought nothing of it, walking past without glancing inside and continuing on your errand.

As you reached the printer, scanning your aged ID card and carrying out your errand, you were initially unaware of the sudden lack of background noise. Indeed, as you began to notice the quiet ringing in your ears, the silence became deafening.

Something was wrong. There was ice in your gut and though you couldn’t say why, you felt compelled in equal measures to investigate and run away. There was no telling which of the two compulsions was stronger.

Slipping your heels off because really, they were death traps, you padded quietly down the corridor, back the way you came. You reached the office and there was very little sound, just quiet squelches and the odd squeak, as though two things very much attached to one another were now being ripped apart forcibly.

Curiosity getting the better of you, you curled your hand around the door frame and peered around, looking into the expanse of the office. All you saw at first glance was the sight of a familiar broad back, clad in a plastic suit, leaning over the desk chair, occasionally grunting with the physical exertion. 

There was a metallic tang in the air, and you gagged. You knew what was before you, what your five senses were registering, but you didn’t want to believe it. How could you believe it?

The imposing figure turned then, and your heart dropped into your stomach, bile rising up into your throat as you recognised the perpetrator. 

“H-Hannibal?”

His eyes… Never before had you seen your partner look at you, look at anyone, like that. He was, for lack of a better word, unfeeling. There was no emotion in his eyes. Hannibal Lecter had the eyes of a shark, now. He was facing you directly, his predatory eyes meeting yours unflinchingly. 

You didn’t recognise the man stood in front of you.

And the man behind him, he - your eyes widened, your breath caught in your throat and all sense of logic left you immediately. The room was spinning and you couldn’t think or see straight. You felt the need to run, to run, far away and never once look back. 

His throat had been cut deeply, exposing white bone, which had an ugly contrast with the sheer amount of blood and the ravaged flesh around it. You knew what those grotesque noises had been - Hannibal, cutting and tearing into tissue, his hands grabbing and pulling apart sinew and bone, the crunches and pops, like a chicken leg when you twist the cartilage and break it apart. It had been raw, animalistic, and yet perfectly carried out… What Hannibal had done, he had done well, and you knew all at once that Hannibal had killed before.

When you’d walked in, interrupting him, Hannibal had been settling the head against the plush backrest of the desk chair, adding the finishing touches to his murder.

Your eyes didn’t want to leave the sight of the remains of the Director and yet you couldn’t look away fast enough. You struggled to breathe, to think straight, to realise that you should call for help, for back-up, to take Hannibal down.

As your eyes settled back on the man you no longer knew, your chest heaving, your starved lungs craving oxygen, a part of you instantly knew where you had seen that look before, in the eyes of those featured in your criminology textbooks. Hannibal’s eyes were cold, calculating, and you realised somewhere in your mind that you were the next puzzle that had to be solved. You hoped that your romantic ties to the man, the beast, before you, would be your grounds for mercy, but if he could do this to the Director, then there was no telling what he’d do to you.

He took a step towards you, his face unreadable, his eyes cold and foreboding, and then other step, careful and measured. Whereas before you had wanted nothing more than to run, now you found yourself quite rooted to the spot. Something flashed across his face so quickly that you couldn’t identify it. He sped up, never faltering, never falling, just quick and steady, and he reached you so quickly that you didn’t even have the time to scream.

There was a very sudden movement, something in his hand, and then a sharp sting in your neck, and you succumbed to the darkness which now clouded your vision.


 You came back into yourself slowly, your head fogged by whatever Hannibal had drugged you with, your movements slow. You didn’t know how you’d gotten here or even why you were here. 

You looked around the room, taking in your surroundings. Recognition pulsed through you - you’d spent several nights here before in the past, when Hannibal had been too much of a gentleman to let you drive home in the middle of the night. You relaxed then, only to jolt up as you realised belatedly that the door was effectively blocked by Hannibal leaning up against it, not a hair out of place.

He was watching you closely, the way that a lion watches a gazelle that is perilously close to the pride. You knew then that, one wrong move, and he’d likely kill you or sedate you again.  You were also at a crossroads - you could either… accept this side of Hannibal and stay alive, or you could make a run for it. You knew that the former option would likely result in your death, because Hannibal would just drag you right back to this place, and then you may never make it out alive.

During this, Hannibal had been watching you, closely. He could almost see the cogs turning in your mind as to which option you were likely to take, and he knew you well enough to know that a part of you had already chosen. The rest of you just had to come to terms with and accept it.

“Well, what are you going to do?” The way he said it made it seem like you had a choice here, but you’d had enough training to know that you really didn’t. 

You had no choice.

It was stay and live, or leave and die. Simple as that, with no possibility of compromise.

“Why did you drug me?” Your voice was quiet, scratchy, and Hannibal looked towards your bedside cabinet, which had a glass of water sat atop it. You took it and drank gratefully, swallowing as you waited for his answer. You hoped that he’d tell you the truth now that you had discovered his biggest and deadliest secret.

“You were being irrational. Now look at how calm you are.” 

You nodded carefully, your mind working overtime to try to rationalise and justify all of this. 

Hannibal lingered in the doorway for another moment or two before he made his way towards you, his body language open and relaxing, now. The man before you was your Hannibal, not the man in the Director’s office. You couldn’t help the fond smile that found its way onto your face as those familiar dark brown eyes met yours, filled with something you wanted to be warm affection. 

He smoothed your hair down with a single hand, which moved down to cup your chin. You leaned into his touch like a cat, and he smiled, leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. Then, Hannibal turned and left the room, shutting the door with a firm snap behind him.

This ended abruptly because I’ve spent two hours on this and I’ve had enough of it, plus I don’t think you’d really address the issue, it’d be one of those things that just never gets acknowledged. I could be wrong, though. Anyways, I had my mum read through this because I’m nervous about posting it. Hope you like it.

So I'm watching Strange Magic

And I love when two characters are fighting/training and they start flirting by teasing each other and insulting the other. Like just
• person A: you fight good for a(n) (insert description here)
Person B: thanks, you too
• “you have enough yet?”
• “you getting tired?”
“I could go all night.”
• “that all you got?”
• “I expected… more.”

Or when they are bonding over hating the same thing and are just destroying everything right there that has to do with that topic.
•person A: *flips table* I hate (insert thing they hate here) ugh!
Person B: ugh I hate it so much! *rips down curtains*

Or when they are supposed to hate each other and they are arguing but like you can see that they don’t want to be fighting, and that makes the fights that much more emotionally charged.

anonymous asked:

HI, so the thing is Jungkook ain't my main BUT this asshole just always on my goddamn mind why!! Ugh AND I'M OBSESSED WITH GRAPHIC SMUT JUNGKOOK, like tbh that's one of the reason I'm still alive girl. CAN YOU LIKE RECOMMEND ME A LOT OF GRAPHIC JUNGKOOK SMUT?? THANK YOU SO MUCH!! and by the way I really love your account like I always found myself scrollin on ur page, love u!!💖

wow for some reason i read this ask as “hi, so this is Jungkook” i was legit about to cry…anyway…*ahem* this is so tots my forte. Lemme hook you up:

-Honestly….everything @tayegi & @ellieljade  wrote 

-Room for Dessert: Part 1 & Part 2

-Monster series

-Like A Man

-Future Hearts series w/ JM

-I Hate You, I Love You series

-Philophobia series w/ JM

-Purple Jewels series w/ JM


I’m still in the process of reading more JK fics so if anyone else wants to recommend some please do ^_^

fairytale girl // a love letter to someone soft, someone gentle, someone kind, someone that will hold your heart in their hands and keep it safe and warm.

bright (acoustic live)- echosmith // sacred heart- the civil wars // wonderwall- ed sheeran // flume- bon iver // are we there yet?- ingrid michaelson // cat stevens (live)- fatherson // girls just want to have fun- greg laswell // strange bird (live)- birdy // resolution- matt corby // city- sara bareilles // is there somebody who can watch you? (rainy version)- the 1975 // new morning- alpha rev //

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Taehyung x Reader
Fluff/SMUT/Slight Angst
Word Count: 5,800 
{Request Filled}

 

Blank whiteness glared up at me through the blank page of unanswered math equations that reflected my empty mind with each second. Math never failed to show me just how stupid I thought I was. The numbers just wouldn’t come easily, scrambling together and switching places as I tried over and over to understand them. Thankfully I had a distraction.

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Um, yes, hello, it’s me; your friendly neighbourhood Brit… Uh, so, basically.. I’ve just realised I literally have £20 to my name between now and April.

basically I have to pay £520 rent next month and so.. I’ll only have £19 to live on… Um, so, I don’t really like doing this but I have commissions open, all of the information is here, so.. I guess if you like my artwork you could maybe.. help me out? Idk, it’s just.. I’m panicking a little bit.

If not, that’s totally fine too! But.. could you please maybe spread this around? Thank you <3 <3

distressedcinnamonroll  asked:

I was listening to Seventeen and thinking of lesbian JD and I started BAWLING. it means so much more to me now. my girlfriend and i are both 17, and i can't express how many times I've wished that we didn't have to be nervous about kissing in public or that i could talk about her to people without worrying whether they're homophobic or that we could just be regular teens in love without having to worry about what the world says. so thank you so much, this is everything i needed.

ugh this rlly gets me dude. i have felt ALL of these feelings and it sucks. it’s all that internalized homophobia bullshit that makes you doubt whether your relationship is ‘normal’ or 'appropriate’ enough for something like public affection. know that it takes YEARS to fully reject the heteronormative crap that we are fed from birth; power to you for starting that process. im sure you and your girlfriend are beautiful and i wish you all the love and joy in the world!!!!!!! 💕

As a part of Spread the Love Day, I want to highlight those that I stalk the most. These people bring me LIFE on this website. Seriously. Let me tell you a little about each of them. 

@saucynewf - I am pretty sure that Pam is determined to remain #1 on my list. She supplies me with as much Dean Porn as a girl could hope. I never know what I’m going to get, and it makes following her that much MORE exciting. If you would like to get your Dean fix on, head on over to Pam’s blog and FOLLOW HER. 

@blacktithe7 - I LOVE Erin. She knows how to write Jensen and SUCK ME IN. I recently re-read her Rockstar! Jensen AU Silk and Rough Velvet. If you, like me, have a thing for Jensen singing, you need to give this series a try. It is SUCH a roller coaster that you won’t regret. Then you need to read her NEWEST Jensen series Forward. It has been absolutely delightful. I’m enjoying every damn second of it. Follow Erin RIGHT NOW. 

@deansdirtylittlesecretsblog - Mimi is absolute fanfic ROYALTY. Just saying. I love pretty much every bloody thing she writes. Let me just lay it down for you. An Unassuming Life Series is a Mechanic! Dean x Reader AU in which you will absolutely lose yourself. Then she writes THE BEST Dean x Donna pairing EVER. It’s my drug, and she is my supplier. I swear. I CAN NOT get enough. Then there is The Arrangement. A Mechanic! Dean x Reader series in which you will LOSE YOUR SHIT. It is so damn good. So, why are you still looking at me, go follow her and read all the things. 

@ravengirl94 - Let’s talk about Emily, shall we? I discovered her blog just a week ago and all I can think is, “Where the HELL has this been all my life?!” Holy Toledo, Batman. This girl CAN WRITE. The first thing I read was her Billionaire! Dean x Reader AU The Arrangement. I’m so in love with it I can hardly function. It brings me life and makes me smile and feel all kinds of things. THIS is like a book. It’s so well written and sucks you in. And it’s way different than almost anything out there. Then the way she writes Jensen is utterly AMAZING. Check out her I Want Crazy Series. It will not disappoint. Then while you’re at it, just FOLLOW HER ALREADY. 

@justjensenanddean - My supplier for EVERYTHING Jensen and Dean. Whether it’s Jensen singing or being an AMAZING father or Dean in all is beautiful glory, this blog makes sure I never go without these two men. Bless you, my friend. Thank you for always creating and reblogging THE BEST stuff. Ugh, go follow this blog, you fools!

@torn-and-frayed - You made the list again, Steph! :p I can not say enough about this woman. She has a masterfully executed Series Rewrite in which she has inserted the reader into now up to FIVE SEASONS of Supernatural. I don’t know how in the hell she does it, dudes. Then there is Daddy’s Little Lovebug. I LOVE It so hard. And we can’t forget her Send the Pain Below Series. It’s a Jensen x Reader, and it hurts so good. She is basically the queen of angst and making your heart HURT. Go follow her. She is bloody brilliant. 

@impala-dreamer - Let me count the ways that Bekah drives me wild. Let’s start with ALL THE SMUT. She sure knows how to drive my Dean fantasies WILD. Enchanted Encounter is a completely wonderful example of that. The reader gets cursed and all kinds of wonderfullness ensues. Goodmorning, Princess and Goodnight, Princess are both PERFECT examples of how I want to wake up and go to sleep EVERY DAMN DAY. Then there was the time that Bekah made me HATE HER with The End of Time. I’m telling you, get some tissues. I was so damn pissed at the end of this one, I cried for a while, then lashed out. Everything Bekah does is GOLD. She also writes Sam, blah blah, and it’s not so bad either. *rolls eyes* Go follow her talented ass. NOW!

@jacklesonmymind - Constantly reblogging ANYTHING and EVERYTHING Jensen and Dean. Bless her for making sure I don’t go anytime without seeing his beautiful face on my dash. I don’t know what I’d do without some of these wonderful trashy rebloggers. They bring me LIFE. You are AMAZING. 

@misswhizzy - Liz, Liz, Liz… You make sure that if I missed it the first time around from someone, that I’m going to see it once you reblog or post it. I feel like there are so many wonderful gifsets that I would have missed out on if it weren’t for you and your wonderful eye for beauty. You have a wonderfully run blog and it fills my dash with joy. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. 

There are SO MANY MORE great blogs out there, but today these are the wonderful souls I am featuring. What are you doing still reading this!? Go Follow their wonderful asses!

anonymous asked:

I read Honenuki got in through recommendation like todoroki and yaoyorozu why do you think he ended up in class B instead of A?

Oh, I’m pretty sure the sorting is somewhat casual - I say somewhat because I think the classes are made trying to keep the overall strength balanced between the two groups, but that’s about it? It’s not like class A is inherently better than class B just because they’re called “A”, it’s mentioned more than once during the story that the potential should be overall the same and the only difference is the battle experience class A has

Anon said: holy shit I lose my shit bc of that text of yours. I mean I knew already how the case was between Baku and Kiri, but it still hit my heart to read that all in one text. I’m so blessed welp X’D

I nearly cried while writing it so guess what you’re not alone anon we can cry together ( ձ ̥̥̥ ヘ ձ ̥̥̥ )

Anon said:  I started watching BNHA because I love your art and I wanted to understand it (came for Haikyuu!! stayed for everything) and oh wow I’m only 7eps in so far but I really like it!!!! Thank you! Your art is incredible keep up the good work! : D

AHHHH THANK YOU!!!!!! I’m glad you’re liking it!!!!!!!!!!!! <3<3

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