let along a hi res one


Bucky x reader 

Notes: swearing, fluff, angst, heartbreak, mentions of Steve x reader and Steve x Sharon Carter. 

Summary: When you find out Steve is cheating on you, Bucky is there to help you through it; along the way, his feelings for you grow, as do yours for him.  

One shot! I love Steve, I rly, rly do. But here we are. This is based on a request I got a while back from an anon. Duly note that I do NOT take requests anymore. I just needed to write something different than a series today. 

It’s exactly five months ago today, and it’s his birthday. No wonder you’re thinking about him so much when you promised yourself to never let another thought be wasted on a cheater. When Bucky walks in to the room, he instantly notices your struggle. With a small smile he takes a seat next to you on the couch, scooting closer carefully, until he knows you’re not gonna tell him to back off. He swings his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, kissing the top of your head firmly.

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BTS REACTION - to waking up with their s/o's arms around them and super close

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He would be extremely happy that you were taking such good care of him. His big smile would easily show up while he would whisper a husky “good morning” even if he was just taking a nap and it was still afternoon. You would probably pull away, but he wouldn’t let you: “Just a little more”

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He would look like an angel sleeping, all his features so beautifully arranged and so close to you, you had to whisper something along the lines: “My boyfriend is the handsomest!” and Jin would probably wake up from it. He would smile a little and, noticing how close you were, he would make a pretty face before kissing your cheek: “You’re beautiful too”.

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He would be the one to wake up and go back to sleep. As soon as his eyes opened slowly to his dear very close to him, he couldn’t help but move you even closer, putting you in his arms instead. While he went back to sleep he wouldn’t be able to stop a smirk from growing on his face.

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He would seduce you right away. When he noticed you were keeping him super close in your arms, joked about him being irresistible while looking still between sleeping and awake.

“Jagi, I won’t run away. I’m all yours, see?” *you laugh letting him go* “I didn’t mean you could leave!”

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He wakes up very fast when he notices your face so close to his. He waves at you with a “annyeong” while feeling both embarrassed and happy. You don’t let him go and he doesn’t want to leave either, so he embraces you back and caresses any part of you he can reach to prove to himself you’re real.

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He wakes up to a extremely close you, your breathes even mixing. He can’t help but smile big, his happiness replacing his sleepiness right away. You laugh in return, while he tries to hide himself from you in your arms. This probably evolves to a tickle fight to avoid his sudden shyness.

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He fell asleep while you were stroking his hair locks and what probably woke him up was you stopping it. So, as soon as your hand left his head, he put it back. You two did the same “take away and put it back” sometimes, until he fully woke up to a super close you. And, obviously, he got like this:

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Gif Credits to their Original Owners

~ADM Jam

James Olsen
  • I really don't understand a this hate mon el is getting, and all the love $& support James is getting.
  • The guy CHEATED on his girlfriend who moved to a new city just to be with him, having/developing feelings for someone when you're in a committed relationship is 100% cheating, it doesn't have to be physical for it to be considered cheating.
  • He was FULLY AWARE of his growing feelings for Kara while he was still in a relationship with Lucy and instead of doing the decent thing to both of them, which is breaking up with Lucy because it's not fair to keep leading her on while at the same time leading Kara on as well, that exactly what he did he kept leading on these two amazing women stringing them along, not really letting either one move on from him.one paining over him and another working at job that doesn't quit fit her.
  • Yet somehow James is Saint and mon el is jerk?? The second mon el started having feelings for Kara he stopped his play boy act even refusing a drink from an Aline woman 2x08, even his date with eve was a total fail because all he can talk about is her, he wasn't able to just tuck away his feelings and just lead on anyone not even for one date, he also lied about his date to Kara so Kara wouldn't feel bad/guilty that he has these feelings for her, that she doesn't reciprocate his feelings.
  • So really who's the real jerk?? The guy who didn't respect or appreciate two amazing women who were crazy about him and just lead them on for MONTHS or the guy who respected a woman choice/feelings and appreciate her enough not to pressure her into anything she didn't want?
Mama’s Boy

Reader x Klaus


Imagine: you had Klaus’ baby and now he’s all jealous of your relationship with his son. 


Word Count: 1591

“I still can’t believe you’re a mum!” Elena said, as she watched a little boy ice skating. “And, God, he looks like Klaus.”

You let out a small giggle.

Four years ago your whole life changed. One minute you were an ordinary witch who often helped out her best friends and the other you were bearing a miraculous child. And it had to be your biggest enemie’s kid as well, so everybody think you were helping him all along.

You shook your head, not actually believing how unlucky you were back then.

[4 years ago]

Shit.” You cursed, looking at the small pregnancy test in your hand. “Shit. Shit. Shit!”

About a month ago you had gotten into a fight with your older sister and left the house, wanting to get really drunk and forget about everything that was going on. It was not enough to have a chaotic home, you had to deal with the whole Original family at town. Some sort of freak wanted to kill your best friend and, surely, you stepped up to find a way to stop him.

At the Mystic Grill, you ordered the finest whiskey there, neat and no ice. It was a good sensation, the alcohol making its way through your throat.

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking this?” A stranger asked, his voice tone light.

“You should mind your own business and leave me alone.” You replied, annoyed by his presence.

“I like the attitude. May I know your name, darling?”

“I don’t see why do you want to know my name.”

“Don’t be rude, love.”

You finally bothered to look at him and, heck, he was handsome. The stranger had beautiful blond curls, the kind you would not mind losing your fingers in it, blue eyes, like the wide ocean, a badly shaved beard and a devilish smile. Just looking at him made you skip a breath.

“It’s Y/N.”

“Oh, well, can I have the same drink Y/N ordered?”

“Are you sure you want that?” You asked, not caring if he was an inconvenient stranger. Perhaps it was exactly what you were needing.

“Sure, love, I would love to taste the flavour that is in your mouth now.”

You bit your lower lip and sipped your own drink, looking directly to him.

“Are you new in town? I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.”

“You could say that. I lived here long ago and now I’m coming back.”

“Ah, that’s nice.”

“And you?”

“I’m actually not from here. My mum and I moved a few years ago.”

And, as you got to know that stranger, you realised how much you were alike. He had the same awful childhood, his father hated him much like yours did hate you and a whole other bunch of things. That connection was decisive for accepting his invitation to go back to his place and have a more private conversation.

“So are you up for more drinking or will pass?”

“I think I’ll pass, I like drinking, but being sober is better.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“You know, I think I didn’t ask your name, huh?”

“No, you haven’t. But it’s Klaus.”

“German name.”

“Sort of, comes from Niklaus.”

“It’s, hum, a unique name.”

You relaxed in the couch and looked directly at him. So far it had been a wonderful night and all you wanted was a suitable end for it. The blond slowly touched your knee and you gave him a smile, encouraging him to move forward.

“There’s something you need to know.” Klaus whispered, between kisses.

“You’re a vampire. Yeah, I know, save it, I’m a witch.”

“At least I’m not the only one keeping secrets.”

“Will you shut up?”

Giggling, he ceased the talking and went for it. Leaving you with a great memory and a goofy smile. Only if you knew you would end up pregnant. What would people think? And how the hell you were so stupid not to connect the dots and understand that was Klaus Mikaelson? Oh, damn it. You could see in how much trouble you were in, realising your friends would think you were lying about not knowing who he was back then. Oh, and how  you were supposed to tell Niklaus about this baby?

“I’m screwed.”

{a few months later}

“Klaus, you don’t have to follow my every step.”

“I’m just making sure my daughter is okay.”

“It could be a boy, you know.”

You sat in a nursing chair, rocking back and forward. Your hands were placed in a small bump, showing your five completed months of pregnancy. Klaus approached and knelt before you, putting his own hands over yours. The baby kicked and you smiled, for it was the first time it had ever did that with his father around.

The Original’s eyes were surprised and you removed your hands, letting him free to touch and feel it as long as he wished for it.

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“For what?”

“Giving me this amazing gift.”

“You have given me this too, Nik.”

“I love when you call me Nik.”

You blushed a little.

“And also when I make you embarrassed.”

This time both of you giggled, being interrupted by a ridiculous phone, which was ringing at its fullest. It would probably be the gang, wanting you to fix something. They trusted you to convince Klaus to give up making hybrids, but, sadly. That was out of reach.

“Oh, hello, Elena!”

“Give me that phone, Klaus.”

“She’s here, yes.”


“Okay, I’m handing it over.”

He stayed in the room, though, stroking your belly and talking to it with funny voices. You could not help but smile. That man would make a great father. A messed up one, of course, but also a really caring and loving one.

[4 years later]

“Henrik? We need to get going!” You called out for your son.

“Already, mama?”

“Yes, daddy is waiting for us. Don’t you want to see daddy?”

His eyes lightened up.

“I wanna see daddy!”

“Then let’s go!” You kissed his cheek and send him to get his stuff. “Thank you for the afternoon, Elena.”

“You’re welcome. And don’t disappear again, ok? Give me a call every now and then.”

“I’ll do that.”

“So how’s Klaus?”

“Causing trouble in New Orleans. There’s nothing new at that.”

“Good luck, then.” Elena stated, her eyes showing her curiosity.”I still don’t know how you deal with him.”

“He’s complicated, I admit it. But there’s light in him, Elena, every time he kisses me I’m sure of that.”

She smiled, agreeing silently with you. 

“If you say so, I believe it.”

“Now I really have to go, Henrik needs to eat. Bye, Elena.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

You placed Henrik’s staff at the back of the car and put him in his baby car seat, buckling him up. In a couple of minutes you were in the way home. A loud music playing and your son’s laughs were enough to make you happy.

The Compound seemed empty when you arrived.

“Nik? Are you home?”

“Over here.” You heard his voice coming from the kitchen. 

“Daddy!” Henrik ran, to hug his father. “I went ice skating with mama.”

“That’s great!”

“Are you cooking, Mr. Mikaelson?” You raised an eyebrow.

Aside the mess he made, the room smelt delicious. You knew Klaus was trying to bribe his son. Apparently, he was jealous of you and him, because your child would always seek your help, instead of his. A complete mother’s boy.

“Yes, I made your favourite, Rik.”

“Thanks, daddy.”

He looked at his father, curious, then came to you, pulling your shirt for you lean over, allowing him to whisper in your ear:

“Mama, I think dad is trying to enter out team.”

A loud laugh escaped your lips.

“Yeah, I think he is.”

“What are you two talking about?”

“Henrik was saying…”

“Mum! Don’t tell him, please.” He blushed. 

“Can I please know what’s going on? You never tell me anything!”

“I’m sorry, daddy. I just… Mama gets me in a way you don’t.”

Klaus took a deep breath, trying to keep his cool. You bit your lip, trying to hold a laugh as the Mikaelson looked like he was about to explode.

“I’m your father! You are supposed to look up to me.”

“Nik, don’t push him too much. He’ll let you in our team.”

“You have a team?”

His accent made the whole situation even cuter. You glanced over Klaus and back to the beautiful four year old blond you called son, winking at him. It was fun, to mess with the Mikaelson man.

“We do.”

“How can I join?”

“Well, there’s only two conditions:” Henrik said, raising two of his little fingers. “First mama has to allow it and second, you have to love her very much, like I do.”

“Well, the second one it’s covered." 

A proud smile was in your lips.

"So mama, are you letting daddy in?”

“Of course I am, otherwise your dad would die!”

The three of you laughed.

“Now, go eat that yummy pasta.”


Klaus put an arm around your waist and you leant in, enjoying his warmth. It was good that, even with all the trouble you had to face, you could still be a happy family, enjoying little pleasures such as arguing on who is more loved by your son.

“And, so you know, he adores you. You’re like a superhero to him.”

Klaus smiled and squeezed you even more into his embrace.

“I know.”

Separate them-Part Two

Separate them

Gif Drabbles

“Where’s Y/N?” Cas asked as his eyes glanced around the woods, expecting you to pop out and try to scare him like you normally would.

“You mean she hasn’t gone back to the bunker yet?” Dean questioned.

“What are you talking about?” Cas replied with a confused face, “She was taken with you; I haven’t seen her since.”

The brothers shared a concerned look. They had expected you to break out of whatever foster home the government had placed you in; just like you always did in the past. The fact that you hadn’t alerted them that perhaps your punishment was more severe then they had anticipated.

“Let’s go before they can catch up to us, then we’ll figure out where Y/N is.” Dean said, ushering the group along. He silently grabbed Sam’s attention and whispered to him, “We’re gonna find her.”

Sam nodded his head, “I know. Whichever one of us-doesn’t matter which one of us it is, we need to find her.”

The car slowed to a stop on the bridge, Cas and Mary got out of the car confused whereas Sam and Dean got out knowing what was going to happen. “What’s happening?” Mary asked.

“Yeah Dean, sup?” Billie replied.

The boys exchanged nervous glances before turning their attention back to the group where they explained what happened while they were in the facility. How terrible it was. How they couldn’t handle it anymore. They told Mary and Cas about the deal they made with Billie and how she was there to collect.

Mary was offering herself up, she had the gun pointed to her head when Billie suddenly moved to the side as Cas came stumbling from behind her; his angel blade still in front of him.

“There is no getting out of this deal.” Billie said with anger in her voice.

“You can’t take them, any of them, I won’t let you.” Cas responded while placing himself in front of the Winchesters.

“Fine.” Billie told the group as she rolled her eyes, “There’s one Winchester I haven’t talked to yet and when I tell her what the deal is, I’m pretty sure she’ll agree.”

A chorus of “no’s” could be heard in the silent of nighttime but they went unanswered because Billie was gone.

“Hello baby Winchester, I have a deal to make with you.”

Part Three

The Assistant - One

Part Two

Summary: AU. Every boss needs a competent aide, but Steve Rogers, major attorney of his own law firm, seems to fire every single one, until you come along. Smart, capable, and professional, you’re everything he wants in an assistant and more.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x f!Reader; Reader-centric 

Tagging: Open

A/N: First Chapter is a little slow, next chapter let the fun begin.

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The Lonely Tree (Part 1)

Word Count: 923

Summary: You have a favorite tree which you make sure to pass every day on your way to class, but one day you find you’ll have to get used to sharing it. Artist Steve College AU

Warnings: I feel like Artist Steve should count as a warning, guys. I don’t know.

A/N: Well, here’s part one of my first ever drabble series! Let me know what you guys think! Part 2

Originally posted by gifkeeper

“And where do you think you’re going?” your roommate Natasha called after you as you made a break for the door.

“Going to class,” you replied innocently, silently cursing your luck that for the first time all year, Natasha was skipping her morning class.

“Going to class thirty minutes early?” She was suspicious now, slipping out of her bed and eyeing you carefully. “What’s his name?”

“Whose name?” you scoffed, wishing at the last minute that you had played along. Talking up a handsome man was far less embarrassing than what you were actually leaving early to do.

“Come on, Y/N, just tell her! I think it’s cute,” your friend Wanda chimed in from her place on the rug. “She’s going to visit her Lonely Tree.”

“It’s not my lonely tree. It’s just a really pretty tree that I like to sit under for a little while in the morning,” you muttered defensively as Natasha regarded you with clear amusement.

“Because it’s all by itself in the middle of a clearing when all the other trees are close together,” Wanda added in a singsong voice, patting your cheek. “You’re adorable.”

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a Disney princess as a roommate,” Natasha mused, throwing you a wink when you gave an annoyed sigh.

You didn’t think your morning ritual was as fluttery and silly as your friends made it sound. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, you had to cut through the trees in front of your residence hall to get to your English class. In doing so you had noticed a tree growing separate from the others, ruling over its own solitary patch of sun-dappled grass.

It had struck you as unusual, being unlike any tree you had seen before. Its bark was pale and smooth, and the shape of the trunk was odd, resembling a bundle of thick ropes all fused together and springing up from the ground in one strong cord. The leaves were small and a lovely pale green, and they made a delicate whispering music when the wind blew. It was a beautiful and unusual tree, and you had taking an instant liking to it. And so, every morning you took your breakfast of granola bars and juice to this lovely, lonely tree and sat at its roots while you ate.

Today was different.

As soon as you entered the tree line you noticed that students were scattered here and there on the ground, sprawled in differing levels of comfort and consciousness in the dewy grass with sketch pads and charcoal pencils. As much as you tried not to, you found yourself glancing at each pad that you passed, the sight of so many unique drawing styles and interpretations of different trees making you smile. But as you approached the place where your tree grew, your smile flickered and disappeared.

Someone was drawing your tree. It was stupid for you to feel possessive of this tree which had been growing here since the early forties, utterly indifferent to your existence, but still you eyed the man sitting in front of the tree, your tree, with annoyance. You took in the neat blonde hair, the broad shoulders, the strong jaw, and the intense blue eyes and felt yourself tense. Of all the people to find sitting in front of your tree, it had to be an incredibly handsome guy who was probably only taking art for the nude models.

With one last frustrated huff, you walked determinedly around him and satisfied yourself with patting the smooth trunk of the tree affectionately as you passed. Just as you were about to step onto the sidewalk, a voice called out behind you.

“Hey, wait! I’m sorry, can you do that again?”

You turned back uncertainly, vaguely alarmed to meet with bright blue eyes staring into yours.

“Do what again?” you asked nervously when he didn’t offer up any explanation.

“Oh, just umm… When you passed the tree you kind of patted it… and you were looking up at the branches and smiling. Would you do it again? Is it okay if I add you into my drawing?” Oddly enough, he sounded even more nervous than you did, and he offered up a timid smile as you blinked owlishly at him.

“I… yeah I guess… I can’t really stay though. I’ve got class soon. Do you want to like… take a picture or something?”

“Is that okay?” he reached slowly for his phone as if he was worried about scaring you off with sudden movements.

“Sure?” you shifted uncomfortably on your feet before walking back towards your tree, drawing some comfort from its sturdiness and the smoothness of its bark under your palm as you looked up into the leaves that seemed to glow green where they filtered the sunlight.

“Okay, I got it. Thank you so much. I’m sorry if that was kind of creepy.” He sounded so intensely apologetic that you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, the sound of which noticeably eased the tension in his shoulders.

“I’ll be back here tomorrow… same time,” you offered up nervously. “Will you be…Can I see it then? This drawing you’re working on?”

“Yeah,” he said with a gentle smile. “Yeah, I’ll be here.”

“Okay, good. Um… Well, I’ll see you then.” You gave an awkward wave and turned away, only to call back over your shoulder, “My name is Y/N by the way!”

“Steve,” he replied, his smile growing just a bit wider. “Steve Rogers.”

Part Two

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Mornings (Steve x reader)

Description: Cap and F/N waking up together PSA: filled with some wonderful fluff. sorta short, but that’s the way it ended up

The sun is beginning to peek through your sheer drapes in the early morning. it’s spring, and from your open window you can smell the cherry blossoms from Central Park. Your bed sheets are cold, just the way you like it. You’re wearing your boyfriend’s white t-shirt that’s huge on you along with your comfiest pair of pajama shorts. You and your boyfriend share the living space that you have in the avengers tower; finally convincing Tony to let you both share a room together after dating for a year and a half. Steve Rogers is your boyfriend. The world’s one and only Captain America and the only one in your heart. Your legs are entangled with his, it was one of those feelings of knowing he’s there that comforted you. Steve wraps his arm around you and pulls you into him, noticing that you’re getting cold by the way your stealing all of the sheets that are currently balled up in your fist.

“Cold, babe?” The way his voice sounded just as he was waking up turned you on, but you weren’t in the mood for any of that right now. He chuckled a little bit before closing his eyes again, holding you as close to his body as he can. You smile a bit as he’s spooning you, eyes still closed. You turn your body to face him, still in his arms and barely open your eyes. You admire the way his kissable lips are curving into a slight smile and the way his eyes flutter a bit as he’s trying to fall back asleep. You listen to his steady heart beat, the only thing that makes you feel grounded these days. You capture his warmth and kiss his collarbone tenderly. He opens one eye at you and smiles, kissing you on the forehead.

“Good morning,” you whisper, just loud enough for him to hear. “Good morning F/N. How’d did you sleep?” He strokes his fingers through your hair, making you smile.

“Good. You know I always sleep better when you’re here with me.” Ever since the whole thing with Ultron and Sokovia, you’ve been having terrible nightmares about everyone you care about, dying on that floating city at the hands of that robot.

"I’ll always be here. Always.” He plants kisses along your temple, trailing them to your lips. His hands are wrapped around your waist while yours are planted on his chest. You feel every movement of his muscles under his soft and warm skin. You release the kiss and look into his blue-green eyes before going back to his tender lips. He’s gentle as he holds you, not wanting anything more from you than this. He gets his hands under your shirt and traces up and down your spine, sending a shiver throughout your body. He kisses you softly at first, like it’s the first time he’s kissed you. As you progress, you can feel the passion and the love he has for you behind each kiss. His tongue swipes across your lips and you part them, giving him entrance into your mouth. You wrap your arms around his neck, brushing them up into his soft hair. After your little make out session, you pull away and you both have kiss swollen lips. You smile at him and he gives you that gorgeous smile that you’ve always loved. He lays on his back and you rest your head on his bare chest, legs entangled in his.

"What do you want for breakfast? I’ll make you anything you want.” He says with his hand rested on your waist, his sentence ending with a kiss on your forehead.

"Hmm, how about waffles?” Those were your favorite. And you loved the way Steve made them. “Don’t forget the strawberries on top. You know I love those.”

He laughs and slowly starts to get up. “How could I forget?” He sits on the edge of the bed, his hand resting on yours. “I love you F/N.”

He leans over and kisses you lovingly, dragging it out because he doesn’t want to leave your side. You cup his face as he kisses you, and when you both pull away, you look up into his eyes and smile. “And I love you.”

Without warning, he picks you up bridal style out of the bed and you yelp out of surprise. He laughs and places a kiss on his cheek. “How could you make me leave the warmth of your cozy bed? And where are you taking me?” You say in the middle of your fit of laughter that you’re having with your loving boyfriend.

“I never said that you didn’t have to accompany me. I wanna see your beautiful face and I don’t want to miss it for a second.” He has this look on his face that’s filled with so much love. When you first got together, every one of the avengers knew you two were meant for each other because Steve never looked at someone like this. Bucky was the first to say it to you. You were touched and gave him a big hug, knowing that your boyfriend’s best friend gave his approval. Still laughing, he carried you out the door and into the kitchen, setting you on the counter. His hips were in between your legs and he placed one last kiss before making a breakfast that was just a start to a wonderful day.

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

NCIS One Shot: Wake Up Call

Summary: It takes a firm Gibbs slap for DiNozzo to realize his mistakes. But from this day on, he’s going to set them right.

Word Count: 1.8k

Requested By: Anon

Song: I Won’t Let You Down by Meghan Trainor

Warnings: None

Notes: Happy 400 Followers <3

Originally posted by omgitstuesdaymannn

I know I haven’t taken the time

To tell you that you’re beautiful

“Any plans for the weekend, [Y/N]?”

You’re startled by your boss’s question, but you hurry along behind him as he steps into the elevator. “Not really. Maybe just hanging out with Tony if he isn’t too busy.”

There’s a second’s pause as Gibbs jabs the button for your floor. “Aren’t the two of you together?” he asks bluntly. The elevator jolts up with the whirring of gears.

Your face burns. “Yes?”

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  • your wrist always had this cute tattoo on it from the moment you were born
  • it was a very innocent and childish sentence so your parents imagined you might meet your soulmate when you were a small kid
  • so of course they explained from early on that if someone said “Excuse me, that’s my friend!” you had to tell them immediately
  • one day you were playing in the park while your parents were eating something on a bench not far from you
  • you met two little boys who seemed to know each other and you got along with one of them surprisingly well
  • but one of them was a little shy and barely talked, probably because he didn’t know you that well
  • you had made a new friend and you were so happy, took his hand and said “let’s go down the slide together!”
  • then the shy kid stood up and took his friend’s hand back 
  • “Excuse me, that’s my friend!”
  • your eyes shot right open “You’re my super best friend now!”
  • you could just say that last sentence before his mom called him to go home immediately, no excuses
  • you ran to your parents telling them what happened
  • after that you visited the park often 
  • but you never saw your soulmate there again
  • you were heartbroken as a little kid who just found their soulmate but also lost him after a few minutes of knowing him
  • your parents did remember the exact words you said to him so if you’d ever encounter him again she’d be sure by looking at his wrist
  • *fast forward a lot of years*
  • you still went to the park often hoping you’d see your soulmate again
  • it was sad honestly because like what’s the chance that after so many years he’d come here again?
  • this week though something changed
  • there’s been a guy who comes to read here for an hour or something for a few days in a row
  • it seemed like he didn’t want to be bothered so you left him alone
  • you two had a little in common you noticed because one day you were reading the same book 
  • when you noticed you smiled and waited for him to notice you because this was the funniest coincidence in a while
  • after a few chapters he looked up and when he saw you, you laughed and motioned to your book
  • at first he was smiling as well until he noticed something 
  • he came over to you (which tbh you didnt expect because he looked so shy and stuff)
  • “I can’t believe it wow. Look, my tattoo!” and then 
  • OHHH
  • you saw the exact words you’ve been hoping to see for a long time 
    “You’re my super best friend now!”
  • but instead of being happy you hit him on the shoulder, almost shoving him of the bench
  • “What? You’re supposed to be happy?! After maybe years of having lost you?”
  • you then explained how you’ve been to this park for about every week
  • your soulmate started smiling “I’ve been doing the same, but I guess we always went on another day…”
  • but on vacations you were there the whole week so you were confused how you could’ve missed him
  • apparently his stupid ass always went on vacation or had other plans
  • after talking for a few hours he realised he never told you his name
  • “Oh by the way let me introduce myself, I’m Wonwoo.”
  • “Hi Wonwoo, I’m your soulmate Y/n”


I bet the first time one of the children tries to hug Toshinori in his true form, they will never want to let him go again.

Not because they’re being clingy or something – just because the man is so frail.

Toshinori is thin and gaunt like a skeleton, hugging him would mean that one can feel his ribs lying right under his skin, every vertebra along his spine, and possibly even his scar – the tissue is uneven and harsh, after all.

And when he hugs them back, they will probably notice how thin his arms are, and that he can’t lift them up that easily anymore. He may still be surprisingly strong, despite his skinny frame, but he’s nowhere near the level he had as All Might.  His breath rattles in his chest, slightly wet-sounding because of the ever-present blood, and his smile is slightly strained because he knows what they think of him – sees the shock in his students’ eyes.

That’s when Class 1-A decides: No matter what or who comes – they will protect All Might-sensei, no, Yagi-sensei, with all their might.

And apart from that, they will take care of him.

Wrap him in a blanket, give him a mug of tea and let him rest please.

Dating Peter Maximoff Would Include...

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·         Him being cocky when flirting with you and asking you out

·         When you flirt back just as hard he doesn’t know whether you’re serious or not (because he’s not used to people flirting back)

·         He wouldn’t let on that you make him slightly flustered

·         One night you all get a little tipsy and you two end up making out in a dark corner

·         Although he seems cocky at first, when you agree to date him, he’s a total nerd around you and gets blushy really easily

·         Still being his confident self around the others

·         Him speeding through the house to cuddle you from behind and press a quick to your cheek when you’re working

·         You dragging him along to study in the library, but it just ends up with you reading aloud to him whilst he stares at you like a little school girl with a crush

·         He’s not as experienced as he likes to make out, which leads to adorable situations where you can make him blush but sitting in his lap and kissing him silly

·         Get ready to be embarrassed when he starts playing up to you guys friends when you’re out together

·         Cheeky smiles and lots of cheek kisses to make you forgive him

·         Him being dumbfounded when he first sees you topless

·         Always wanting to be with you, and zooming about trying to get your attention and impress you

·         PUNS!! And crappy puns at that

·         Wearing his t-shirts to bed and him going heart eyes

·         Having to have his hands on you at all times

·         He keeps flirting with you, even after you’ve been together for ages

·         When you ask him why the bad pick-up lines he says he’s “ just trying to keep the fire alive babe”

·         He’s a hyper little monkey so you have to slow him down by kissing him and enticing him to just lay in bed with you and cuddle





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The devil lives inside me. He mistook this empty heart as a hotel room. Has yet to check out, says the room is well equipped for a man like him. Blackened by too many lovers who have started the fire only to leave when it burned out. My heart is empty rooms, vacancies up and down my ribs. The devil invited himself in after the last boy burned whatever was left alive. He asked me one night “why did you let all of these boys destroy you?” I replied “when you’ve been cold as long as I have, and a boy comes along with fire dancing on his fingertips you’re going to try and steal some of his warmth. I just never expected that they’d be able to turn this frozen girl into a fucking forest fire”
—  The devil is the nicest boy who’s lived inside my chest.

In a magazine interview, Gary Oldman was asked to name certain people who he found to be attractive, Tim Roth being one of them. Tim must have read this, because Tim wrote something on his arm that read something along the lines of “G.O. I think you’re sexy.” Oldman then on the cover of the May 1994 UK edition ofPremiere wrote on his arm, “Tim Roth I think you are sexy too!” Then in the April 1995 issue of Detour, Tim wrote on his forehead, “Gary Oldman Let’s Do It.

“Carl, read to me!” You said excitedly, collapsing on the couch next to him. He was stretched out over the entire couch but opened his arms up to you and shifting to give you more room. You handed him the book you found on one of the bookshelves in the house you and the Grimes family moved into once you were all safe inside Alexandria. It was one of your childhood favorites and you got so excited when you found it.

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Ponyboy Turns 18(headcanons)

Ok but idk why but I’ve been thinking about Ponyboy turning 18. So enjoy my weird 2am headcanons.

•Darry would bake not only one chocolate cake, but two to celebrate the special occasion

-but let’s be honest Steve and Two-Bit probably ended up eating one whole cake together

•Two-Bit would make jokes

-something along the lines of “I guess you’re Ponyman now”

-“or would it be horseman?”

-but he’d also try to be helpful and give Pony advice about being considered an adult now

-which wasn’t very helpful per say, but it’s the thought that counts

•Dally would’ve shown up late to the little party and given Pony a pack of smokes or beers as his present

-Darry let him keep the smokes, but took away the beer claiming he was “still too young”

•Soda of boy sOda would spend the whole day with Pony and just try to do as much fun things as they could

-Johnny would tag along and Pony loved it

•Johnny would’ve given Ponyboy something small that he could afford or small enough for him to steal

-like a teddy bear or something maybe even a book

-which Pony found cute


-Steve made Ponyboy a card

-and it was all messy and looked like something a toddler would make

-but Ponyboy had the biggest smile when he gave it to him

-“Woah, so you don’t hate me?”

•All in all Ponyman had an amazing 18th birthday and the only thing that would’ve made it even better was if his parents were with him, but he didn’t let that get him down too much

Imagine celebrating your birthday with Dan—and Phil of course!

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Phil laughs as you and Dan sarcastically dance around their lounge as though either of you actually know what you’re doing. The music that’s playing isn’t particularly loud so the neighbors don’t complain, and Phil bobs along with it off to the side as Dan spins you under his arm.

The door intercom rang, presumably bringing pizza with it. “THE TIME HAS COME!” Dan shouts, letting you go and running out of the lounge, Phil close on his heels. Dan heads to the kitchen and Phil heads to the door.

Dan returns with some birthday gifts in one hand and carefully balancing the cake in his other hand, and Phil comes up the stairs with the pizza.

Okay imagine a medieval AU, where Sve and Fin are but peasants. Berwald’s a blacksmith and Tino’s the guy who serves tables at the inn but one day he was walking by when Ber was at the forge and it was hot so he had his shirt off and DAMN– it wasn’t the only hot thing ;)
One thing led to another, and, they were soon crazy in love. The only problem was they couldn’t get married, so Tino goes to the lord of the land (lets say its Lukas) and was like ‘dude buddy I REALLY love this guy, can you help me’ And Lukas says ‘hmm, okay, but first you gotta go kill this dragon to prove you’re TRULY in love’ And Tino is like 'okay’. Which surprises everyone, but they go along with it. Berwald makes him an epic sword and sends him off like 'go get 'em honey’.
And he never comes back.
Well, like a year goes by, Berwald is bummed out, he’s at the castle delivering armor or something when suddenly this buff, grizzled warrior bursts in looking sorta pissed, and everyone’s like 'holy shit who’s the awesome dude???’
He goes straight to Ber and kisses him with a little murmur of “You waited for me, right?” It’s Tino!
So he turns to Lukas, holds up a fREAKING DRAGON HEAD, and is like 'Can we get this over with yet?’ Long story short they were married the next day, and they had an interesting story for the grandkids.

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Joe was focused on getting the lid to sit nicely on his coffee, so he didn’t notice her go to stand up. It didn’t help that he was in a rush, so when she spun around and he collided with her shoulder, sending his coffee to the ground, along with him moments later, Joe never saw it coming.

“Shit!” She stared down at him, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry!”

“No, it’s my fault.” He shook his head, frowning over at the spilled coffee.

“Let me buy you a new one?” She asked, holding out a hand to pull him up. That was the first moment Joe really looked at her, and he swears his heart skipped a beat. She was beautiful. And also very apologetic looking.

“If only I had time.” He grimaced, noticing the time. “I was late as is.”

“Oh gods, and now you’re even more late!”

“It’s no worry, love.” Joe told her kindly, giving the hand still in his a quick squeeze before he let it go. “Just, maybe we should both look before we do anything.” He winked at her as he backed up, and when she smiled and giggled, he grinned back.

“Sorry again!” She called to him as he turned for the door.

“No need to apologize!” He called back, glancing over at her one last time before slipping through the door.

Being late was going to be worth it.

Three weeks later, and the mysterious tripper was still on Joe’s mind.

He had gone back to that coffee shop once his meeting had finished, but she was already gone, and Joe cursed himself for not grabbing a name or number. He tried to let it go over the past couple of weeks but it wasn’t working. His mind just kept drifting back to her.

“Joe!” Josh snapped in front of his face, causing the smaller man to jump.


“What do you want to drink?” Josh nodded towards the barista, who was standing there, smiling patiently.

“Oh. Sorry.” Joe smiled sheepishly, rattling off his drink order.

“You alright?” Josh questioned as they waited for their drinks to be made.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Why?” Joe fiddled with a sugar packet, eyes scanning the coffee shop they were stood in. The one he had spilled coffee in weeks ago.

“Because you keep getting distracted.”

“Just busy.” He shrugged, thanking the barista as she handed over the drink. “You know, all those secret projects and stuff.” Joe joked as the two headed for the door.

Ah yes, the telltale sign that you are a YouTuber.” Josh rolled his eyes, holding the door open for Joe, who laughed as he walked through.

And because he was laughing, his eyes closed as he tilted his head back, he didn’t see her until his coffee went flying to the ground. He did see a body falling to the ground though, so Joe was quick to reach out, a hand around her waist, stopping her from falling.

“Oh. Hello.” She breathed, their faces close together, her hands on his arms.

joe smiled as he realized who it was, “We really need to stop meeting like this.”

“Then maybe you’ll actually be able to drink the coffee you bought.” She laughed, “I’m Y/N by the way.”


“Can I buy you a new coffee, Joe?” Y/N asked, stepping back slightly from him, glancing over his shoulder at the smirking Josh. “Or are you rushing off to somewhere?”

“Nope. He’s got all day.” Josh answered for him, clapping Joe on the shoulder. “See you later, buddy.”

Laughing, Joe turned to hold the door open, “Shall we, Y/N?”

“Just watch out, I may trip you again.”