let me walk away in shame now

Piano Tiles (M) - Pt. 2

Originally posted by kths

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, ft. Yoongi

Genre: Angst, Smut, and a sprinkle of fluff, pianist!y/n, AU

Word Count: 9.5k *high pitched screaming*

Summary: “Love is so short, but forgetting is so long.”

A/N: So. This is the second time I’ve rewritten it, have worked on this version for three months and am fINALLY happy with the way it turned out. It somehow turned grossly mushy at the end, but maybe that’s just the product of my pent up bitterness from the hell that was Valentine ’s Day. ¯\_()_/¯ (partially edited, excuse the errors)

part 1 | part 2

At the start, the phrase “It will pass with time” was something you had clung desperately to like a life raft. Words not uncommon to the hurt and heartbroken, you hoped such a miracle would apply to you too, despite the fact that you were the one who inflicted the pain. Did God forgive this form of self-harm? For three long years, you had foolishly believed in such a concept. As you grew more preoccupied, thoughts of him faded with each passing day, only to interrupt your transition to forgetting during the most mundane of instances; getting stuck in traffic, or waiting on a laundry load. The worst times were at night when you began to ponder the many what ifs; what if you hadn’t visited him that day, what if Jimin hadn’t shown up that morning, what if you had stayed? Just exactly how far would that have gone? When you were plagued with such thoughts, you simply plugged in your earbuds and played on repeat whatever piece you were working on until you could drift into a fitful sleep. With time, it had gotten easier to forget your time with Jeon Jungkook or to pretend to do so; to lie to yourself and others.

And then the night of your professional debut, the spell was broken.

You haven’t seen him in three long years and it’s unfair how good he looks.

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Undo (2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Description: You’re wandering aimlessly when you meet him: the tall man who looks like an angel, the bright red hair on top of his head resembling fire. This angel boy tries to help you, but you soon find out more about him that turns your world upside down.

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, sexual themes

Word Count: 2,114

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy :D (thank you for such an awesome reaction for part one omg)

Originally posted by sehunsi

That night, it was like your whole world crashed down on you. Memories of the past - the correct past - flashed in and out of your mind, you couldn’t single in on one but you definitely saw a lot of Chanyeol. You heard so many angry voices and crying; you simply couldn’t stand it.

But when Chanyeol put his hand on your shoulder again, everything went away. You attempted to control your breathing, but how could you with all this information being stacked on you at once?

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|| The Chase ||

{summary: what happens when you punch a famous gymnastics coach in his face and nearly break his nose in the process?}

so i finally got around to watching [the bronze] and let me say lance tucker is a fucking asshole and i would love to punch him in the face before kissing that stupid smirk of his. his only redeeming quality is his good looks. this is something i wanted to write to thank my readers with ;w; i’m going to do my best to portray lance in the most canon light that i can lmao so wish me luck.

warnings: sexual innuendos and cursing

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**

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There was this really annoying guy who came almost every day to your gym to ‘work out.’

But you weren’t stupid. You knew that the man with the dark hair and teasing blue eyes did less working out and more of checking you out.

Sadly, there wasn’t much you could do about this prick since he did give your gym the business you needed.

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Bad Gone Good

Can u do a Steve Rodgers fanfic where (Y/n) is a villian and the sister of the bad guy (u can make one up or something) and he was intrigued by her and refused to fight her and she crys and tells him she doesnt want to be bad. AND THEN THEY FALLL INNN LOOVE - @angel2014-lovesmarkiplier
“Guys we have a situation downtown. Gear up and get to the Avengejet.”
Everyone got up, leaving their things behind and going to their rooms to change. Once everyone was at the Avengejet they took off, heading downtown. Once the jet landed, everyone left the jet, shocked with what they saw.
“Cap, what do we do?”
“Get the civilians out of here. At least a ten mile radius. We don’t know how big this could be.”
Everyone nodded, running or flying off.
“Wanda come with me!”
Wanda nodded, landing back on the ground. They ran up to the tornado-like funnel, Wanda protecting them with a shield.
“Wanda can you-“
“Ah it’s about time someone came to join us! Tell me Captain, where are the X-Men? Surely this would be something they would handle.”
“Magneto! Stop this!”
Magneto landed in front of the funnel, his cape going in every direction.
“Stop this? No this, this is beautiful. You see, my sister is very powerful and is fully commited to the cause.”
Wanda shared a look with Steve before she threw her hands up, sending a car in the air that was coming towards them.
“Friday what do we have on file about Magneto’s sister?”
“Y/N Lehnsherr born September 10, 1989. She is well known in the mutant community, her abilities ranging from telekiness to manipulating things around her.
“What exactly can she do Friday?”
“Y/N has the ability to control all the elements, even those on the periodic table, the weather is matched to her emotions, and she has magic in her. It appears that her powers come from the dragon flame, which Magneto forced upon her when she was born.”
Steve nodded, taking a step forward.
“If Y/N is so committed to the cause, where is she?”
“Now why would I tell you that, Captain?”
“Friday-“
“Miss Lehnsherr is inside the funnel. It appears that she is the source of the funnel.”
“Wanda think you can stop her?”
“I can try.”
Wanda rose of the ground, flying towards the funnel. Steve took cover as Wanda’s powers circled around the funnel, grabbing it and stopping it. Steve looked over his shield, shocked when he saw how beautiful she was. He watched as she rose of the ground, circling Wanda before she attacked her. Magneto turned, and Steve took this as an oprotunity. He threw his shied, only for it to stop midair. He looked around, Magneto wasn’t holding his hand out or anything, so how is the shield in midair? Steve looked back at Wanda, only to see Y/N was looking right at him. He looked around for Wanda but there was no sight of Wanda anywhere. He took a step forward, hoping to grab his shield when the shield went flying towards his head. Steve ducked, just barely missing. He watched as Y/N landed beside her brother.
“You see Captain, this is how committed Y/N is to the cause.”
“Guys I’m going to need some help here.”
Magneto walked towards Steve, grabbing metal from a car. He grabbed Steve’s wrists,  making the metal wrap around them before they attached to the ground.
“You see Captain, my sister is strong, powerful, and she just managed to take out your entire team. No one is coming to help you.”
Magneto walked back towards Y/N, speaking to her before she nodded, Magneto leaving them alone.
Y/N’s View:
“I want you to stay here, watch him and make sure no one tries to stop me.”
I nodded, watching as Erik left me alone with the Captain. I walked over to a piece of debris, holding my hand out and making it into a chair. I sat down, facing the Captain, and focused on our surroudings.
“You know, you can still walk away from this, from Magneto.”
I cut my eyes over towards the Captain, contemplaying his words.
“You don’t seem like the type of person who wants to do this. If you help us, we can help you eave Magneto.”
“And what do you know of him, of me?”
I got up, walking towards him but keeping my distance.
“You say you would help me but how? By throwing me in a cage? Many people before you have tried to take me away from my brother and they succeeded once. I put my faith, my trust in the X-Men and they used it against me, throwing me in a cage because I was too dangerous. Tell me Captain, how are you any different from them?”
He seemed to think over what I had said, and I started to walk away when I stopped.
“We’re not, not any different. We both save the world, and we try to help others but that person has to want it.”
“You cant take me away from Erik. He’ll just come for me, he always does.”
“But out of the two of you, who is more powerful? Stronger?”
“I-I don’t want to do this anymore. This isn’t me.”
“Then let me help you. Help me and I can help you.”
I wiped away the few tears that had fallen, when had they fallen? I turned, my cape flapping against thw wind. I walked towards the Captain, dropping to my knees in front of him. I took my mask off, my head held in shame.
“You offer a great thing, Captain. I am willing to help but you have to let me go. I can not stay, the risk of Erik coming for me is to great.”
“But you can stop him. I know you can Y/N, I believe in you.”
By now, the tears were falling freely, my hair cascading around my face, hiding me from the Captain. I reached out, touching the metal bars. They disappeared into nothing, and I reached my hand out, helping the Captain up. I held my hand out, opposite of us and his shield came flying to my hand. I grabbed the shield, turning to him and handing it to him.
“I believe this belongs to you Captain. Your team is this way.”
He looked down at his shield before he looked back up at me and nodded. I took him to the other side of the block, his team still there where I left them. I walked up to them, turning to look at the Captain who nodded. I reached out, making the chains disappear. I placed my hand on their foreheads, waking them up. Once I was done, I walked back over to the Captain.
“I know my brothers plan, I can stop him. He needs me to finish it off anyway.”
“Go, I’ll feel the team in.”
I nodded, taking a step back and flying off.
Steve’s View:
“Go, I’ll fel the team in.”
Y/N nodded, taking a step back and flying off towards her brother. Once she was gone, I turned back towards the others who were all shocked about what just happened.
“Now before you all go complaining, Y/N has agreed to help us stop her brother if we help her.”
“What kind of help?”
“She doesn’t want to be like her brother. I offered her asylum with the team if she stops her brother.”
“Wanda, you met her, what’s your thoughts on this?”
Everyone turned towards Wanda who wouldn’t meet our gazes.
“I agree with Steve. When me and Y/N fought, she was holding back. When I entered her mind all there was was the torture her brother put her thru. I believe we should help her.”
“If she stops Magneto, then we will help her.”

AN: I’ll tag everyone once I’m on my laptop and not mobile!

Paul Lahote | The Imprint part 2

Request:  can you write a part 2 to the Paul imagine where they become friends and he saves her from being killed by a vampire trying to get back at Paul for something and she finds out that he imprinted bc he’s so angry and they have angry sex maybe?

A/N: I took out the smut part because otherwise it’ll be to long. I will write a part 3 where there’s smut! btw this is kind of bad because my files got deleted and I had to write it more than 4 times…

“Could I borrow a pen?" 

You looked back to the person behind you and smiled when you saw it was Paul. His raven black hair was messy and his warm brown eyes were almost staring into your soul.

Ever since you first met eyes he’d been incredibly nice to you and you felt somewhat special. He was a few years older than you and also two classes above you - but somehow you shared the same History class.

"Of course,” you nodded and searched through you backpack. You only had a green one left and you handed it to him.

“Thank you!” he exclaimed with a loving smile on his face. Your cheeks turned crimson as you looked back to the front of the class quickly.

Mrs. Langdon was droning on about the civil war and you were dreading the rest of the class. History was one of your favorite subjects but there was something off today. It didn’t feel right.

“What year was the civil war?” she asked, looking around the classroom as she adjusted the glasses on her nose. “Anyone?”

A girl who sat a row in front of you raised her hand and gave the correct answer.

As class ended you said your goodbye to Seth who was going into town with Leah and went to your locker. You glanced around the hall and saw Paul standing with his friends – or posse, cult and groupies – as Seth called them.

He wasn’t really paying attention to what they were saying as he looked at you and only you. You quickly glanced away – another blush spreading over your cheeks.

Slamming it shut after you put your books away you left the building. You’d began to walk along the side walk. Your mother wasn’t picking you up today – she was still at work and you had lost your driver’s licence a few weeks ago so you had to get a new one.

It was chilly outside as your mind wandered back to Paul Lahote. You’d never really noticed him before that night you saw him with his friends in the parking lot. Ever since then he’d talk to you – just short conversations but always nice. You loved being around him.

You were contemplating if you should take the short cut or not. It was through the woods and the sun was already setting but you really didn’t walk for twenty minutes. Your looked to see if there was a car coming before crossing the road towards the path that led to the woods.

You loved the woods – they were so peaceful as were the birds and the sound of the animals living there.

You took your headphones off to hear them better as you continued to walk as you headed home.

There was a loud crack behind you, as if someone stepped on a piece of wood and it snapped. You turned around quickly but there was nothing there. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked around before turning back to start walking.

After a few steps you felt a strong breeze pass you and you started to breath heavily as you walked faster.

In a flash you were thrown against a tree and a loud scream left your lips. A pained groan escaped from you as he touched the top of your head. You saw a figure coming towards you and you tried to scramble away but the person crouched down and stopped you.

“What a pity,” the man spoke. “Such a young soul.”

“W – who are you?”

“None of your business.” he spoke, his eyes were blood red and his skin awfully pale. “I can’t believe he let you walk around the woods all alone.”

“Who?” you whispered as he got closer to you.

“Stupid girl,” he chuckled. “The wolf of course. His imprint all alone and unprotected – what a shame.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” you said, gulping as he glared at you.

“He took something away from me.” The man said. “Now I’m taking something he holds dearly. You.”

“No, please.” you cried as he licked his lips. “I don’t know what you mean or who you’re talking about, just please let me go.”

“As you wish.” he smirked and disappeared from your sight.

A small gasp left your lips as you scanned the area carefully before getting up and running as fast as you could with your aching limbs. The wind hit your face as you tried to get somewhere far away from that place.

A blood curdling scream left your mouth as the man appeared back in front of you and grabbed you by the throat. Her feet dangled in the air as she gasped for air. The man in front of her was grinning from ear to ear.

A low growl came from behind them and the man smirked wider.

“There they are.” he said, letting go of your neck. You fell to the ground with a thud and you coughed loudly, tears appearing in your eyes.

Your eyes widened when you saw the humongous wolf only a few feet away. You had never seen wolf that big in your entire life – they must have been bigger than a horse. They all growled as they stared at the man who grinned before disappearing from your sight once again, the wolfs running after him at a very fast pace.

“Y/N, are you okay?” you spun around and saw Paul rushing towards you with only a pair of jean shorts on. “Did he hurt you?”

“W – what –“ you were speechless. You had no idea what the hell was going on or who that man was nor did you know how on earth there were wolfs that big here in La Push or how Paul got here, half naked.

“Shh, it’s okay.” he said gently, helping you up from the muddy ground. “Let’s get you home.”

He picked you up bridal style while you wrapped your arms around him tightly. Your breathing was still ragged. All you could do was close your eyes and think about everything that just happened.

{Again I am so sorry for how poorly written this is.}

He sees you naked by accident for the first time (GOT7)

JB: -he let out an odd giggle before he looked away but remained in the room and stated the obvious- “you’re naked heh um yeah naked”

Originally posted by bunminsook

Mark: -he was joking with you at first when he pulled on your towel but he actually tugged it off, you quickly pulled it back up but it was too late- “well my days complete. So if you’ll excuse me I’ve gotta talk to the boys now”

Originally posted by markjestic

Jackson: -you had no shame so when you walked out of your bedroom with all the boys over only clad in a towel, BamBam asked you if you were naked and you just opened your towel before re-wrapping it. Jackson was up fast than he’s ever been- “there is a minor here, get dressed or wait for me in the bedroom. Don’t flash my friends”

Originally posted by got7jacksonwang

Jr: -he knew you didn’t mean it but after a long day at the studio he needed something to get his mind cleared. He saw all of you with nothing on and he skin flushed and he needed to get away- “oh gosh it’s so hot. I’m going to the bathroom for a bit, take a cold shower cool off. You know long and hard day at practice”

Originally posted by tuansandwich

Youngjae: -he giggled like a school girl at the sight of your butt but when he saw the curves of your body, he got even more gitter than normal. When you saw him standing there you placed your hands on your hips and raised your eyebrow- “uh hi um you look nice naked”

Originally posted by ghostjaes

BamBam: -you both froze before you found the closest thing which happened to be the shirt he left at your house that he came to pick up in the first place. But his mind was blank after seeing you naked- “oh um I came for something, but um saw more than I was expecting and I’m very glad I did”

Originally posted by yooaboo

Yugyeom: -he saw boobs and underwear but that was definitely liked it more than you were expecting him too. So he closed your door and got rather bad with you- “you wanna show me the rest and maybe I’ll let you see me? I think that’s fair, no?” 

Originally posted by marktuon

a/n: the basis for this fic came to me in a dream, which goes to show how much time i spend obsessed with devoted to this show, and how cathartic it would be to see jon deck littlefinger in the face. in any case, the seed was planted, so here’s the garden.

dedicated to @maybedeadbutstillpretty–thanks for the beta!

hadn’t she seen?

[jonxsansa, ~4k]

when the smoke is in your eyes
you look so alive

—the 1975

He had seen it as soon as he could, when the battle was done and wounds were being tended to. He saw it through the snow that fell upon them, saw it through the smoke that curled in the air from the burning bodies of the fallen in the distance. It was never any secret that Ned Stark’s bastard favored him in looks so there could be no mistake to whom the boy belonged, but Petyr never imagined it would matter to him.

But when he sees Sansa beside the boy, her spine as ramrod straight as her mother’s had been, and his black hair wild and grey eyes stoic as any Stark’s, Petyr is thrust into his boyhood again, watching a woman he couldn’t have standing beside the man who could.

Not that either of them know. But Petyr knows, and it’s enough to shake his usual ease.

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Snapped (Part 2)

Title: Snapped

 Prompt: from @fayemenelmir Sooo… my idea’s for a second part for “Snapped”. They thank her or something like that? Or we just pretend, that Chuck brought Gabe back and it’s pretty… uncomfortable when Gabe and Luci are in the same room so she makes then talk to each other? And Luci is hugging her when he and his brother are in good terms again :D

 Summary: Lucifer is mad at Chuck, Chuck is staying silent, Dean is shouting insults, and Lucifer is slinging them back.  It is enough to make anyone crack.  And when you do, it takes everyone by surprise.  

 Warnings: Language. Mild violence

 Tags:  @grace-for-sale , @lucifer-in-leather , @thewicked-end , @chelsea072498 , @nerdwholikesword , @chaos-and-the-calm67 , @percywinchester27 , @pizzarollpatrol , @cici0507 , @wayward-mirage , @charliebradbury1104 , @melonberri , @bellastellaluna , @pinolief2001 , @feelmyroarrrr , @carry-on-my-wayward-girl , @girl-next-door-writes , @twoboys-and-afallenangel , @fangirl-faye , @the-assbutt-impala , @impalapossible , @pumacat69 , @thecrossroad-demon 

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Snapped Part 1

Masterlist of FanFiction

Originally posted by spnfans

You found yourself sitting in the kitchen as you stared between the two archangels.  Sam and Dean sat next to you, doing the same damn thing.  When Chuck said he was bringing Gabriel back, you had all been a bit on edge.  The boys remembered the pranks he used to pull, and you…well you read the books, so you knew about it as well.  

But that wasn’t what made it uncomfortable.  What was uncomfortable was the glare/stare that was being shared between Gabriel and Lucifer.  Not only was it filled with tension, since Lucifer killed him, but it was also filled with a bit of relief.  But that was the problem, you didn’t know for sure, because they had stood there in silence for the last…you checked the clock, fifteen minutes.  Seriously?

You cleared your throat, capturing Lucifer’s attention as you made a motion to Gabriel and mouthed ‘Talk’ to him.  He let out a sigh as he turned back to Gabriel as he opened his mouth.

“Brother…I am-.”

“Screw you!” Gabriel spoke quickly before he shoved past Lucifer and took off to his room.  

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TO THE HOMMIE WHO WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT JACKSON’S DONGER...

THIS WAS REQUESTED… (GOT7 DONGER….) SORRY IT TOOK A LITTLE LONGER I HAD TO GATHER MY EVIDENCE AND BATHE IN HOLY WATER….

THANK YOU TO ANON FOR SENDING ME THIS LOVELY PIECE FOR INSPIRATION:


Okie so this Kinky Little Dork has a Basball Bat dick… meaning that it’s very long and it get’s thicker as it goes down… I think the real question is how is this boy not doing porn with a pepe that big….like it could be considered a weapon and i’m like 99999% sure it’s illegal in 48 stats and parts of Europe like WHAT ARE THIS??? JUST DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND.. 

Picture this…. 

like how can one single little CHINESE baby boy be that blessed I FEEL LIKE HIS PORN STAR NAME SHOULD BE THE PUNISHER… 

DON’T BELIEVE ME? JUST LOOK AT THIS BOYS ARMS LIKE AWDJDJ

EXHIBIT A:

LOOK AT THAT FACE… I WONDER IF THAT’S THE FACE HE MAKES WHEN HE….

THE THIRST IS REAL ….THE AMOUNT OF SINFUL THINGS I AM IMAGINING RIGHT NOW…. HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO HOT WITH A PUMPKIN ON HIS HEAD??? WKJASDJ *DIES*

This boy is the reason for every arm fetish ever like if that’s what his arms look like we can only imagine what his womb Raider looks like….idk maybe like ….. A MUTHER FUDGING BASEBALL BAT…. 

STILL DON’T BELIEVE ME?

EXHIBIT B:

How about now?… it looks like the boy stuck one of the hammers in his pants… 

WHAT ABOUT NOW?

EVEN FROM A SIDE ANGLE THE BOY IS PACKING THE MEAT SEPTOR AND NO ONE WILL CONVINCE ME OTHER WISE…LAWD HAVE MERCY…. 

In conclusion Jackson Wang got a big dinga ling like… LIKE HOW IS THIS BOY NOT DOING PORN??? I MEAN WITH A BODY LIKE THAT AND THE FACE OF A DADDY AF MOFO HE WOULD BE A STAR…. I MEAN I’M JUST SAYING NOT THAT I’VE IMAGINED IT OR ANYTHING….. WHERE WAS I…OH YEAH EVEN FROM A SIDE ANGLE YOU CAN SEE HIS TURKEY BASTER LIKE HOT DAMN…. 

HE COULD THROW THE FIRST PITCH WITH THAT BASEBALL BAT DICK

Are You STILL NOT convinced?

EXHIBIT C:

Then why is he always covering his skin flute??…

OR WEARING PANTS THAT HAVE A LOOSE CROTCH???HMMH???

*non believers voice* WELL MAYBE HE’S JUST SMALL?

I’M SORRY WHAT WAS THAT??

NONE BELIEVER… 

DAS RIGHT BOOM SCIENCE…

NOW IF WE EXCUSE ME I GOTTA GO CHANGE MY PANTIES… *WALKS AWAY IN SHAME*

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this is just my opinion and I respect anyone who thinks otherwise. Plus….

I have heard that Idols sometimes don’t wear underwear because of how tight their pants are and they wear a cup so this could also be why the bulges differ in size… Idk let me know what you think ……

To the perosn who requested this sorry it took so long to post I had to collect my evidence and make sure it was accurate..but here you go…

Again this is all the proof I have and if you have any opinions feel free to share… I wonder how big the other members are tbh … PSA:THIS IS FOR FUN I DO NOT KNOW NOR DO I CLAIM TO KNOW HOW BIG JACKSON WANG IS… THIS IS JUST ME DICKING AROUND ON THE INTERNET(NO PUN INTENDED)

Melissa watched as the newest woman, the newest conquest, did the whole little walk of shame. An amusing walk if the brunette was being completely honest…and then it caught her eye. A new, younger, woman had just moved in across the hall and was now watching her with…was that a look of disapproval? 

It didn’t matter either way, but Melissa was hardly going to let a beautiful young thing like this get away. The brunette stared, almost challenging her, “Want to come in and have a cup of coffee so you can lecture me?” she asked teasingly.

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There You Are (Part One)

So with all of the FABULOUS professor AU’s I read on this dang site, I decided to add my spin on it. I’ve had what will become this series in my phone for well over a year now; I just haven’t posted it anywhere. 

This is a college AU. Instead of the professor/student relationship, how about a student/student one? Reader x Dean, with some familiar characters thrown in. This will be angsty at times, sad at times, maybe definitely smutty. ;)  Title borrowed from a Martina McBride song. As always feedback is more than appreciated. ;)

Tagging the @spnfanficpond because I’m a guppie and I need validation from others. LOL

SUMMARY: After the night from hell at work, you’re just trying to get a snack from the vending machines down the hall from your dorm room. You look like crap and feel about the same. Naturally, you bump into the hottest guy you’ve ever seen.
PAIRING: Dean x Reader
WORD COUNT: 1050


Last night’s shift had been the one from hell.

There really was no way to sugarcoat it. Table after table of rude customers who barely tipped at all. You’d been on your feet for eight hours straight, and you’d made exactly sixty-three bucks. The other waitresses had done about the same, and you all left the restaurant at two in the morning. 

Really cool, when you were supposed to be off at eleven.

You’d gone straight to your dorm, shed your work outfit and literally fell face-first onto your bed. You woke up this morning and discovered that your body was stiff, evidence that you hadn’t moved while you slept last night. You also discovered that you’d completely missed the morning, since your clock was now reading “1:47.” 

You groaned, forcing yourself from your semi-comfortable bed, shuffling to your closet, pushing through your drawers until you uncovered your pajamas. You tugged on the skimpiest pair of shorts that you owned, and a red tank top, since you still had on your bright red bra and you were too damn lazy to worry about taking it off or trying to match anything else.

You grabbed your robe and slid it on, tying the belt around your waist and walking out the door. You didn’t bother locking the door behind you, because you and your roommate only locked it when you were sleeping. You patted your pocket, double-checking that you had your money, reminding yourself that you didn’t need your key for the room, and you walked down the hall to the vending machines, doing your best to ignore the annoying slap of your flip-flops on the floor.

You yawned widely when you got to the machines, going for the drinks first. You needed caffeine, and you needed it now. You reached in your pocket for the money, then went still. You felt a little tickle at the base of your skull, the one you always felt when you just knew someone was staring at you. You bit your lip and glanced to your left.

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“Truth or Truth?”

A one-shot davekat meteor fic where Dave is bored and lonely and Karkat is also bored and lonely. And also pining. ~5,000 words

Please like, comment, and reblog! But especially comment. I’m posting this here before it goes on AO3 so please tell me if you think something could be fixed, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Thank you and enjoy!

AS SEEN ON AO3


The meteor was not a place you could spend time alone. At least, not out in the open.

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The Roommate (Chapter 3)

A/N: I know this is quite a short update but I’ve had it halfway finished when the writer’s block hit me and I couldn’t think of anything better ;-; I also accept any suggestions/ideas/just random thoughts that will help me get back to writing :) Hope you like that part tho!

 I decided not to bother Jay and his special friend so I quietly closed the door, trying my best not to make any sound and patiently wait for them to go to his room and continue with what they were about to do. 
 In the meantime I unpacked all of my luggage and little by little started to accommodate myself, making this room a little more comfortable. I placed all of my clothes in the wardrobe and carefully arranged my underwear in the drawers below. After a good hour of decorating, putting my stuff here and there, finally everything was ready and the room was so much brighter that way. At last, I took out the photo of me and Gabby I had in my backpack and placed it on the nightstand right next to the bed.
 Then I finally decided to check out the bathroom this room had. How cool was that though, back at home we only had one bathroom which was such a troublesome thing, especially in the early mornings when everybody was in a hurry – mom and dad for work and me for school. As I expected, Jay hasn‘t failed in here as well and there were both bath and a shower. The bathroom itself was rather big and once again very well decorated, a scent of vanilla floating around the air. There were a couple of white towels hanging next to the sink and a big blue fluffy one on the back of the door. I also noticed a several types of Hair Care products placed on a shelf next to the shower cabin. Jay must’ve really taken this “roommate” kind of thing seriously, since he put so much effort in making me feel comfortable around here. Or he was just maybe making up for the fact that I was going to deal with him bringing home random girls and never seeing them again once they’re gone. Or maybe that room belonged exactly to a girl like that before…. I didn’t know where I was going with that thoughts but I didn’t like them so I just distracted myself.
 After placing all my personal belongings in the cupboard, I filled the bath with hot water and stripped out of my clothes. After getting in, I basically decided to ignore the rest of the world and dedicate the next half an hour to myself…
                                                                                ***
 - Anna… Anna wake up.- I was awaken by two hands gently shaking me and what I recognized was Jay‘s voice, sounding incredibly worried.
 Wait.
 Jay?
 Why is there so much water around me?
 - FUCK!!! - I yelled and used my both hands to hide as much of my body as I could. Jay instantly backed away and handled me a towel, trying his best not to look in my direction. When I took it from him, he turned around.
- I came home late last night and decided that you were already sleeping so I didn‘t want to bother you, - he started explaining while scratching the back of his head, a habit I realized he was doing when he was nervous. - but it‘s 13:00 pm right now and there was still no sign of you, so I decided to check up on you just in case, you know. I knocked on the door for a while but you didn‘t answer so I decided to peak into your room but your bed wasn‘t even made. Then I decided to check the bathroom and well….
 - And you found me sleeping in the bathtub, completely naked. What a great morning! - I decided to play it cool and leave the panic for when he walks out of the room. - Thank you for checking up on me, I appreciate that.
- I‘m gonna leave you now to fix your stuff here and I‘ll be waiting for you so we can have breakfast together, as I promised..
And with that he walked out of the bathroom. I turned on the shower and let the water flow on my skin, hoping it will wash away the shame as well.

The princes when MC’s work gets plagiarized (BMP)

I was tagged in a post by voltagematuregentlemansclub about the recent theft of creative work associated with the fandom. 
As a fan fiction writer myself, I know how much work goes into these pieces meant for everyone to enjoy, and how dearly a writer values feedback of all sorts from their readers. In plagiarism, not only is an author stripped of their pleasure in receiving attention for their effort, the writer’s time and creativity is belittled. There is no joy in receiving attention that was never meant to be yours.

These aren’t characters I’m familiar with. I tried. BMP GREE MC is the only MC i know of that has steal-able art. 

Prologue:
You stared down at the pages of the magazine before you, reading with complete disbelief.
How could they?!
It was a report on a budding designer, a pretty young woman from across the sea. Dotted across the page, among the the article, were pictures of her designs. Correction. Your designs.
They were literally pictures of your sketches, copied down to the style of lace around the bodice and ruffles in the skirts.
You shove the magazine away from you angrily.
It was so unfair, so rude, so ridiculously insulting that your work had been stolen like this. You put heart and soul into every design, and someone could just come and take it all away. You weren’t even upset that they were getting famous for it. You knew your art was of quality. 

But the stealing.
The disrespect.
You feel tears well up in your eyes as you get up from the desk with a loud scrape of the chair. Shuffling over to the shelves, you pull out your sketchbook and start flipping through your designs.
Well, to the rest of the innocent and deceived world, her designs.
Your fingers close on a page and you hear the tearing of the paper. You crumple up the sketch in your hands and watch your hard work go to ruin. There. So what. No one else would care. No one cared about your work.
Chewing your lip, you throw the rumpled ball across the room.

Roberto:
“___________!”
He grinned as he poked his head around the doorway, expecting to see your smiling face. He was greeted with a paper ball to the face and he jumped.
“___________!?”
Roberto picked up the assault weapon and opened it up in confusion.
“Why are you throwing your sketches around? Feeling frustrated?”
He approached you with a bright smile that would normally make your heart lift. You gazed up at him sadly.
“Why do I even try, Roberto?”
“A little bit lacking in inspiration is okay.” He smiled and kissed your temple, wrapping an arm around you and handing the wrinkly sketch back to you.
“It’s not that…”
“What is it then?” His voice was so innocently curious and you sigh. Walking over to the desk, you show him the stolen sketches. The brown eyes widen and Roberto’s smile twists into an angry frown. “That’s your work!”
“Yeah…” You say softly, weakly, letting the sketch slip through your fingers again as you slump into a chair. “Why do I even try, Roberto? I tried so hard too, and someone just-“
He squats down beside you and pets your head gently.
“It’s okay.” He said soothingly. “Here, come on.” Roberto takes your hand and pulls you to your feet.
“Where are we going?”
“We are going to set this straight.” He said, shaking the magazine in his hand. “Come on, _____________, grab your sketches. Someone needs a visit.”
“We’re going to see her?”
“We’re gonna take action and tell her and everyone else that this is yours.” Roberto grinned at you and nodded reassuringly. “Come on! The magazine says that she has a presentation today at 1.”
Your boyfriend’s grip tightened on your hand and gave you a tug.
“Don’t be worried. I got your back. You don’t deserve this kind of treatment.”

Joshua: 
You had tried to hide the problem from your boyfriend, knowing that it was quite a trivial matter compared to his duties with the kingdom. What you hadn’t been expecting was a letter summoning you to court.
“Joshua, when did I file a lawsuit for my sketches?” You look up in shock as you read the letter he handed you.”
“You didn’t.” Joshua fixed the intense violet eyes on you.
“But then… how…?”
“I filed it.” He looked stern and serious. Joshua comes to stand in front of you, gazing down into your face. “We’re going to sue them.”
“But-“
“But what? They’re your designs. No one else is allowed to take credit for them.” Joshua’s voice was filled with controlled anger. “We’re going to sue them.”
Something in your heart smiles at your boyfriend’s complete seriousness. Him paying attention to your problems simply made you happy. A smile graces your lip.
“The prince himself filing a lawsuit for a few sketches? Won’t the media-“
“I’m not doing anything illegal. I am reestablishing your claims to your artistic property.” He said firmly. “I set up the lawyer and everything. Just be ready to say the truth on that date.” Joshua gestured to the papers in your hands.
“Joshua…”
“You’re welcome.” He smiled, quite proud with his work.
Your heart warmed and you threw your arms around his waist. Joshua’s body stiffened in surprise. You felt him embrace you slowly.
“Joshua, how did you know about all this?”
“I…” He blushed a little. “I recognized them from the time you showed me. And you left a couple of the crumpled up sketches where I could find them.”
You gaze up at him gratefully, eyes glowing.
“This means a lot to me, Joshua. Thank you…”
“No one gets away from stealing in Dres Van.” Joshua’s expression turned fully serious, his voice dropping to a steely tone. “Especially not from their future queen.”
He didn’t notice anything wrong with his words, nor your blush, and patted your shoulder. There was something particularly endearing about this thoughtful, supportive man before you, and you roll up on your toes to kiss his cheek.
“Thank you, Joshua.”

Edward: 
“What’s wrong, my dear fairy?”
You seemed so distant, so distracted as you drank tea with him in the garden. You quickly put down the empty cup that you had been sipping at absentmindedly.
“Nothing much, Edward.”
“I see the shadows in your eyes. What’s drinking my love’s happiness?”
You meet the earnest amethyst eyes and feel your problems pour out of your lips. Tears welled up in your eyes at the kind look upon your boyfriend’s face, and you felt a twinge of guilt as he listened to the way someone had stolen your designing work.
“That’s quite an offence.” Edward said finally, as you fall silent, reaching out across the table and taking your cold hands in his. “Were they so desperate for ideas? Or for fame?”
You shook your head.
“I do not know.”
“Would you find more comfort if you spoke to her, my love?” Edward asked gently. “I could arrange that for you. Perhaps taking in regard their point of view would sooth your heart and set things right?”
“That sounds good.” Your voice was quiet. “I just… I don’t know… I don’t know what she’s thinking, and what she did hurt.”
Edward leaned in and brushed a light kiss to your forehead. He lifted a hand to stroke your cheek.
“I know it did, my sweet. I’ll get Louis to get her in contact, alright? I’ll bring you to meet her and sort this all out.” His lips touched your forehead again, a little firmer this time, more reassuring. “Don’t you worry your pretty little mind.”

Keith:
“Where are we going?”
“Stop asking so many questions.” Your boyfriend huffed in the car beside you. It was strange to be riding in the passenger side, Keith gripping the wheel instead of Luke. He looked like he was controlling his anger, and you wonder what’s gotten him so worked up.
Keith pulls up in front of a hotel, and half drags you out of the car.
“Keith! What’s this for?” You were blushing horribly, mind jumping to the dirtiest conclusions. Your boyfriend pulled you inside and led you down the corridor to one of the presentation halls. “Keith!”
The prince of Liberty quite literally kicks open the doors. You flinch as they throw open with a bang and he tugs you into the room behind him. Countless cameras clicked and a buzz rushed through the gathered crowd. Keith looked up and saw the young woman standing there with an entourage of reporters. With you in tow, he stormed over to her.
“Hello, Miss Zarla.” His lip curled in a sneer, the dangerous look outlined with the flashing colour of the emerald eyes. Your hand tightens around him. “Would you like to explain why you are staking false claims to works my girlfriend - the future princess of Liberty, mind you - had sketched?” His question was spoken sternly, with the commanding tone that stemmed naturally from him.
“Er…. Your majesty…”
“If you would like to see the original drafts, I have brought them, with Nobel Michel’s written comments dated upon them.” He flipped open the folder in his hand and displayed some of the crumpled drawings you had tried to throw away. Questions were shrieked from the reporters, recovering quickly from their shock and tuning in on this major outbreak.
“Is this… a little too harsh?”
“No one gets away with stealing your work.” He threw another glare in the direction of the woman, who was now swamped with demanding journalists and insulted guests. Keith pulled you aside. “I’m not going to let anyone get away with it. Do you understand me? She brought this upon herself. You could have sued her.”
You case a glance at the young woman, and turn back to Keith with a gentle smile.
“I think it’s enough. Can you please call the media away?”
“You are too kind.”
“Keith, be merciful. She’s already shamed enough.” You insist. Keith patted your head and walked back into the storm of flashing lights and whining microphones to end her public embarrassment.  As he dissipates the raging crowd, you lean in and peck his cheek in adoring appreciation for all he has done for you. There was just something about Keith, the blunt way he tried to make things right for you, that made him so dear to your heart you could never let go.

Glenn:
“That’s pathetic.” He grumbled as he shoved the magazine off his desk. Yu had handed it to him, purposefully having folded a corner to ensure that Glenn noticed the designs - your sketches - chalked up under someone else’s name. “How could they do that?”
“Miss ___________ often uploads her sketches into her online storage system. It is fully possible that someone entered her account and did a little editing.”
Glenn got up from his desk.
“Where is _____________?”
“Miss _____________ seemed like she was very upset with the publication of the article. I would think that she is in the garden to relieve herself of such negativity.” Yu watched as the prince hurried out of the study, finding scraps of comfort knowing that you would be taken care of.
*
You sat in the garden, pulling your dress left and right, the fabric dragging over your knees. Staring sadly and blankly at the flowers, you hardly notice when your boyfriend sits down beside you.
“_____________.”
Glenn watched you expectantly, and narrowed his eyes at the lack of response.
“_____________.”
You looked up. Glenn sighed and took one of your hands in his.
“You feeling okay?”
Slowly, you shake your head.
“Stop pouting.” He mumbles as he scoots closer and pulls you into his arms. “It’s okay.”
Your fingers grip his clothes and you whimper softly against him.
“It’s not fair… I tried so hard…”
“I know. I know.” Glenn clutches you closer. “I promise, I’ll set things right. I’ll do it for you, alright? I’ll talk to her and the media and sort it all out for you.” He touches his lips lightly against your temple, holding you in his embrace. “Trust me, okay?”

Wilfred:
You had tried to hide the sadness away and put on a happy face for Wilfred’s sake. He seemed to see right through you, however, and gently eased the truth out of you.
“It’s hard to imagine that someone could hurt you like that.” He kisses your hand. “Would you like them to apologize? I could arrange for you to meet her.”
“I just want them to…. to tell me that they shouldn’t have stolen my designs… I mean… I should feel flattered the someone likes my designs, but I… She stole them… right?”
“Right.” Wilfred’s calm, cool tone was soothing. His grip on your hand tightens warmly. “This isn’t flattery either, _____________, this is theft. I do believe she owes you the most sincere of apologies.”
“At least… she has to tell me why… Designing is my life… I can’t imagine someone else wanting to copy another’s life…” The anguish corrupts your speech into uneven sections. You wrap your slim fingers tighter around Wilfred’s hand. The relaxed blue eyes smiled at you.
“I understand what you mean.” The blond prince stroked your cheek gently. “Now, now, I’ll organize for the two of you to meet and discuss this matter. The magazine will fix the article, and it will be alright.” His touch brushes over your lip. “Look at you, she’s not worth your sadness.” Wilfred pulled you against him and wrapped an arm around your waist.
“Wilfred!”
“Don’t fret about a thing. Relax, _____________. No need to waste your precious time being upset over such a rude lack of manners.” Wilfred kissed your forehead tenderly. You snuggled against your boyfriend’s chest and peering into his eyes with starry admiration. He was so thoughtful, so considerate to you. “Look at you, isn’t this so much better?” He watched the tiny smile blossom over your lips as you gazed at him, and kissed you fleetingly. “It’s all going to be sorted out.”


I tried. 
Thanks for the read!! 

Your Shadow

Originally posted by valeriedorazio

Originally posted by abrupt-ribs

(ignore the water. couldn’t find a good gif.)

Originally posted by caprxgers

Bucky Barnes x reader

Request: Okay okay. *smoothes hair* check this out. What about Bucky shadowing the Avengers to Slovakia and reader gets hurt which knocks out her earpiece so she can’t get help and since the place is IN THE AIR shes hanging off the edge and is like crap.  The Bucky comes out of Frick frack nowhere and saves her.  Super wounded he has to take her to Steve and Steve somehow gets him to come along back to the tower.  Bucky is antisocial Bucky and has to learn things and gets nightmares etc etc. But as frustrating as it is for him, Steve and the reader is always helping him and treating him with super fluffy love and acceptance.  His feelings keep gnawing at him that this girl he saved is growing on him.  Then maybe later later things happen because damn Bucky is too fine.  :D (SMUT)

A/n:  This is gonna have about two parts since this is a huge request, guys!!! So be ready!!

Genre: Romance, Hurt/comfort, Angst, Fluff

Rated: Everyone

Warning: Swearing, angst, depression, injured reader, dark themes (?), fluff later on

Author: Chris-Evans-Imagines

You had a bad feeling gnawing at your stomach ever since you and the Avengers got off the plane when it landed on Slovakia. The feeling of someone watching you never left and every time you turned around, nobody suspicious was there. You had brushed it off as some of the people were watching you. Who wouldn’t stare at Earths Mightiest Heroes? You and the avengers decided to crash at an abandoned building on the outskirts of the city you were stationed at and you stepped outside, breathing in the unfamiliar air. It had a scent of the city but it had other scents in it like pine, the river, and the very faint scent of flowers. You jolted when you noticed Steve beside you and he gave you a slightly amused look. He asked, staring out at the city in the distance.

“Are you alright? You’ve been more jumpy than ever since we got here.”

You blurted out.

“Have you gotten the feeling we’re being watched since we got here?”

Steve looked over at you and frowned a bit.

“Yeah but I’m sure it’s just the civilians. We are really out of place here.”

You sighed and muttered.

“That’s not what I was hoping for.”

“What did you want me to say?”

You sighed once more and admitted.

“Ever since we’ve gotten here, I’ve felt like we’re getting followed and watched. I know it’s not the civilians because I usually don’t feel the civilians staring at me. I’ve just been getting a really bad feeling about this mission…like something really bad is gonna happen.”

You looked over at Steve and he just gazed at you. You felt helpless and humiliated. Looking away, you stated.

“Just…forget it.”

You started to walk away when Steve called out.

“(Y/n), you know I wouldn’t let anything happen to you…right?”

You turned and gave Steve a small smile.

“Yeah, I know. However, it’s a shame that you seem to not believe me when I say we’re being watched.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something but you had already walked back inside the building and went to bed. In actuality, you were staring at the ceiling, the feeling so strong now. You shot up out of your cot, scaring the hell out of everyone. Steve frowned and asked.

“(Y/n), what…what’s wrong?”

You’re eyes were wide, pupils small little dots, and you slowly turned towards the window. Running to the window, you saw a black line from the city coming towards you and you yelled, grabbing your gun.

“Something’s coming!”

Everyone got up and you glared at Steve. He frowned at you, confused, and you snarled out, running out to the jet.

“Believe me now, Captain?”

Everyone was on the roof and you grabbed more magazines for your guns and grenades. Running back to the building and hiding in one of the windows, you watched the black line get bigger. Suddenly, blue dots appeared and you thought with dread.

‘Those…those are robots.’

Everyone seemed to think the same thing and started to run to the jet. You chased after them but gasped when seven robots caught up to you. Punching and kicking, you saw the jet start to lift. Steve’s face came into view and his eyes widened in fear. You jumped away and ran to the building, running up and Steve yelled from the door of the jet.

“Jump!”

You felt your stomach drop. If you missed this jump, it would be about a five story drop. You shook your head at Steve and he yelled out, holding out a hand.

“I’ll catch you!”

You heard the robots running up the stairs and whimpered. You ran to the other side of the roof before taking off, running with all your might to the other side. You jumped.  You were about halfway there when a scorching pain shocked your side. You screamed out and your eyes widened when you missed Steve’s hand. Everything happened in slow motion. Steve’s eyes widened more and you screamed, your fingertips brushing his. You fell and caught the bar on the side of the jet, crying out and Steve seemed frozen. He shook his head and tony started flying away. You held with all your might but knew you would slip if Steve didn’t get to you in time. The wind ripped your ear piece out and you gasped, yelling.

“Steve! I’m slipping!”

Steve was halfway out when one of your hands lost its grip. You screamed and Steve reached for you. You reached for him, eyes wide in fear and Steve’s fingertips touched yours again when you lost your grip and fell. It was slow motion once again.  Steve had the most horrified and broken look on his face as you fell. You were still reaching for him while falling and Steve screamed out your name. You blacked out, oxygen failing to come to you. The last thing you saw was the jet flying away and a black figure jumping your way, saving you from your death.

* **

You felt sore and exhausted but very warm. You grunted and shook your head around slowly for a second before letting your head fall into the direction a nice scent was coming from. You smelled musk, sweat, but a very nice hint of pine and vanilla. Your eyes fluttered open, fluid leaking out from your tear ducts. You observed your surroundings. You were in what seemed to be a hut, lying on a cot with a blanket covering you from your collarbones and down.  You noticed you were shirtless but had bandages covering your breast all the way to your hips.  A fire was in the middle of the room, what seemed to be rabbit meat roasting above the flames. You then caught sight of the scent you smelled. There sat a man clad in black armor leaning against the wall. His blue gaze was on you; his brunette hair that ended at his shoulders fanned his face. He was shaven; skin a slight pale and a scar here and there. His left arm was metal; a fingerless glove on the hand and you noticed his upper chest armor had no sleeves. His other arm was muscular and resting in his lap. His skin had scars littering it and you looked away from it. His pants were black, holsters here and there and his boots were the same color. You were too tired to feel afraid and you asked very quietly.

“Who…who are you…?”

The man stood up and walked to you, pushing you down gently when you tried to sit up. His eyes were a bright blue, encased by long eyelashes. You realized he was really cute up close but didn’t blush. He suggested voice gruff and a little deep.

“Don’t move. You’ll disturb your wound.”

You let him push you down, too weak to fight back and you ask, coughing a bit.

“Who are you?”

The man got a look of confusion and a little of pain but it passed quickly and he answered.

“My name is James…”

You nodded and he asked, gripping the blanket.

“Is it ok if I change your bandages?”

You exhaled deeply and shakily and winced little, nodding. You asked when he started to unwrap the dark red, somewhat brown bandages.

“How long have I been out?”

The man looked up, seeming to count by the way his mouth moved silently.

“I’d say about four, five days?”

You gasped and exclaimed, making James jump a bit.

“The team! Oh my-“

You groaned and clenched your fists when James took off the bandages. Dried blood peeled away and your wound started bleeding again. James cursed under his breath and he wrapped new bandages around your wound. James stated quietly.

“I know where your team is.”

You looked at him and asked.

“You do?”

He nodded and looked at you.

“I can take you to them…if you want.”

You nodded but then took his hand when he started to walk away. James looked at you, eyes a little wide and you thanked.

“Thank you…for saving my life. What can I do to repay you?”

James smiled a bit and suggested.

“Tell me your name?”

You gave a small smile and answered.

“(Y/n).”

James gave a small smile and said.

“You should rest. I’ll take you to your team tomorrow.”

You nodded and closed your eyes, sleep overtaking your injured body and drawing you into an abyss of dreams.

-END-

Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five (Final)

Exo reaction to you telling them you're Brazilian

I apologize for delaying this for a looong time. And thanks for leaving in a request!

Xiumin: “Let me show you how its done”

Luhan: "You’re Brazilian.. but don’t know how to samba..“

Kris: "Do I really have to dress up to learn how to dance samba?”

Suho: *Determine to get you to learn it. Hires every expert dancers he knows and can find*

Lay: “Lets learn it together!”

Baekhyun: "So that means you never wore any of those clothes before..“

Chen: "Lucky for you, this chansheen masheen knows how. First lesson of the day will be right now”

Chanyeol: *tried to show you how but you walk away*

Kyungsoo: “Gull, you don’t know how? What a shame”

Tao: “The first step to samba is to have a booty like this”

Kai: “Really?! You don’t?! I guess I’ll have to teach you then”

Sehun: “Lets see if your booty is qualify for samba”

Friendly Fire (pt. 3)

part two • part four

Bucky x Reader

Summary: You were tired and your hair was a mess. All you were doing was putting your hair up, but the hair tie had other plans. Now you’re in this little war with Bucky. Who will win, who will lose?

Word Count: 1,200

Warnings: some cursing here and there, + almost nude buckster

Notes: at this point, i don’t even know if its considered a drabble. i love details too much to keep it short and simple. sue me. anyways, these pranks are getting intense. i’m not saying someone might actually get hurt…. but i’m also not saying that someone won’t. makes sense? no? well its 3:44 am so my brain is mush. apologizing in advance for typos, and mistakes. enjoy this cute war ~ let me know if youd like to be tagged :)


With your cheeks burning, you caustiously made your way back to your room. You closed your door, leaned your back against it and slowly slid down. First your phone, then your clothes… Whats next? God knows what else Buck has planned.

You sighed, rolling your eyes to the ceiling.

How did he even get my phone to stick to the ceiling like that? No tape, glue or string could have held a piece of metal like that. Unless…

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. run a scan on my entire room for any differences within the past two days” you called out. You got up, changing into your favourite black yoga tights with a worn out grey tank. As you dried your hair, the A.I replied back.

“It appears that you have a magnetic field coming in from above. Seems like the source is a-”

“Let me guess; electromagnet”

“Yes, that would be correct, Miss Y/N.”

So that’s how he did it. I should have known.. But where did he get one? Doesn’t matter. Answers aren’t a priority anymore. Revenge is. He wants a war, I’ll give him one.

You left your room only to find Nat and Tony in the kitchen.

“Oh hey, Y/N” Nat chuckled out, “I’m glad to see you found your clothes.”

Tony tried not to laugh, but you can see the ends of his lips poking out into a smile.

“Where is everyone?”

“They all went on a last minute scout mission, except for me, Tony and Wanda. We’re staying here to test out this new thing Tony has been working on.”

You nodded, and headed upstairs to find the room above you. To your surprise, it was Visions. At first, you felt bad about creeping around, but you had to find this magnet thing. As you crawled around the floor, you spotted something under the chair.

“Ah ha! Gotcha no-”

“You’d think that after years of intense training, you’d be better at snooping around.”

Nearly hitting your head on the chair, you sat up to meet eyes with Natasha. You could see she wasn’t mad, but rather curious and amused. You got up to walk towards her, holding the magnet in your hand.

“If you really want to know, Bucky and I have a war going on. Have any info on where he might’ve gotten this?” you asked her, hoping that she would know something. She let out another chuckle and grabbed your arm, pulling you downstairs to Tony’s lab.


“Wait, so you have a whole bunch of these magnet things?? For what?” you questioned Tony as you opened a few boxes, full of more magnets.

“If you’re that curious, I’ve been working on a new suit that uses these magnets to lock into place, causing more fluid mov-”

“Okay, okay I get it. How many would it take to cause someone to be stuck in place? As in, they’re not going anywhere?”

Tony gave you a questioning look, only to move his gaze towards Nat, who just shrugged.

“Y/N and Bucky are engaging in a prank war”

“Well in that case, be my guest Y/N. This is enough to keep that old popsicle in place. Here’s a remote that controls the strength and power. Just remember to turn the things on.”

You beamed as Tony handed you a medium sized box, placing the control on the top. Thanking Tony and Nat, you took off.


Alright, the magnets are in place. Now I just have to get him in here.

Deviously laughing to yourself, you awaited for Sam and Bucky to meet you in the gym. Once you finished setting up the magnets in place, you asked F.R.I.D.A.Y. to notify the both of them to come down to the gym for a little training. You had placed two sets of magnets; one above the ring and one above the door frame. This was going to be good.

“Alright Y/N, you ready to get your ass handed to you?” Wilson called out from the door. You let out a small laugh, and hopped into the ring.

“Bring it, birdboy.”

Within ten minutes, you managed to pin Sam down twice. You got up, lending your hand outwards to help him get up. He waved your hand away, and rolled out of the ring.

“Honestly, I’m just tired from the mission. Give it a go with grandpa over here” he said, nudging Bucky into the ring. You maneuvered your pointer finger at him, signaling him to come at you. He gave you one of his famous smirks before hopping into the ring.

“I’ll try to go easy on you, doll” he said in that sarcastic tone.

“Oh please, Bucky dear” you stepped towards him, getting rid of the space in between. You grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and leaned dangerously close, whispering into his ear.

“I got you right where I want you”

With that, you quickly pressed the button on the control, and a low hum began. You pulled away from Bucky’s grasp, watching as his arm swung upwards to the ceiling.

“Wait wha-” he barely managed to say, as he zoomed up to the ceiling. He was just a few feet off the ground, so there was no harm.

“Y/N WHAT THE FUCK” he yelled out, as he tried to pull his arm off the ceiling. You and Sam were officially on the ground, dying of laughter. The both of you were laughing so hard, that you’d probably have an asthma attack.

“Sam hurry! Let’s get out of here before Buckaroo kills us” you choked out.

“Us? You mean, YOU! I have nothing to do with this” he said between gasps of air.

As you two made it to the door, you pressed the button again, releasing Bucky. He landed upright, only stumbling to the side before jumping out of the ring, heading straight for you. You quickly stepped into the hallway, making sure to keep a safe distance from the door.

“You are so dea-”

“Ah, ah, ahh, not if I have something to buy me a few extra minutes of life” you amusingly replied, pressing the button once Bucky reached the door.

Once again, the low hum rang out and within a few seconds, Bucky was hanging on the door frame. You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the world’s deadliest assassin, hanging helplessly from a door. Stepping closer, you decided to take your prank further.

“If I recall this morning, I was missing my clothes” you smirked at Bucky, “it would be a shame… if..”

You rapidly grabbed ahold of the elastic band of Bucks short, pulling them down carefully and off his body.

“Jesus Y/N sTOP” he said, raising his voice “you win! okay? let me down!”

“Oh no, I don’t think so. You wanted a war, and now you got one.”

You let out a playful evil laugh, walking away as you swung his shorts around and over your shoulder. Leaving Bucky hanging out in the open, revealing grey boxer briefs with red, white and blue stars. Once you were clear, you pressed the button to let him down.

“This is far from over, sweetheart” he mumbled under his breath.


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I see you there- Void Stiles

When you’re alone in the dark, everything seems to be a little bit more than it really is, sounds are a louder, shapes are bigger, and everything is a hell of a lot scarier. Everything seems to be more, everything except for you.

You didn’t realize how small you were until you were surrounded by darkness, how defenseless you were compared to the rest of the pack; but here you were, alone in the forest at two in the morning to meet a complete psychopath, with a Japanese spirit army at his disposal. You reached for the wrinkled note in your pocket, rereading it for the millionth time since you found it under your pillow last night.

Meet me at two am by the old oak; I know what you’re thinking, moonlight in the forest, and they say romance is dead. In case you’re thinking about not showing up, you should probably know the consequences, at the risk of sounding mellow dramatic; if you don’t come out and play with me, I’ll have to take out one of your pieces, permanently. Hope to see you soon Y/N.

PS

You looked ravishing in that red dress, you should wear it tomorrow night.

You placed the note back in your pocket, glancing around the woods nervously, just waiting for him to pop out of the shadows. “Hello?” You called into the dark cautiously, breaking the eerie silence enveloping the forest. “Look, I’m here, so will you come out already?” You asked shakily, letting out a small scream when you bumped into a tree.

“Well, you could’ve let me have my dramatic entrance.” The Nogistue said dryly, walking into the clearing with his hands in his pockets.

“Sorry, next time a psycho killer invites asks me out I’ll know better.” You muttered sarcastically; it was easier to pretend the Nogistue didn’t affect you. Even though you both knew that you were scared out of your mind.

He clicked his tongue, “You really need to learn to mind your manners; someday that attitude is going to get you into trouble.” He chided, narrowing his eyes at you. “You’re not wearing the dress.” He murmured clucking his tongue, “And I was so looking forward to it.”

“It was dirty.“ You said flatly. "Why did you ask me to meet you here?” You asked, before he could continue his little banter.

He puffed up his cheeks and then blew them out, rolling his eyes, “Well, I guess you’re not too fond of foreplay, all business with you. To answer your question, I was bored and don’t tell the others, but…” He trailed off, leaning in like he was going to tell you a big secret, “You’re my favorite.” He whispered in your ear. You shivered as you felt his warm breath on your neck, and it wasn’t in the good way.

You jerked away quickly, fixing your steely-eyed gaze on him, “If you’re really bored, there are some puppies down the street that need some drowning.” You spat out angrily.

He raised his hands in surrender, “Alright, no need to get nasty. I came because I have some questions.” He said, leaning against the tree closest to you.

You crossed your arms, “So ask them.”

He pushed himself off of the tree and walked towards you slowly, “My question is, why haven’t you told anyone about our little meeting? I didn’t tell you not to, I kind of expected your little friends to barge in by now.” He said quietly, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger.

You squeezed our eyes shut and tried not to gag, “I-I don’t…” You couldn’t complete a sentence with his face that close to yours, it was terrifying and you couldn’t move.

“I wonder…” He murmured, trailing his index finger across the side of your face, grabbing your chin roughly when you tried to pull away, “I wonder if it’s because I look like him. He doesn’t even see it, does he? You’re just his little sidekick, following him around like a little lovesick puppy. I mean, it’s kind of pathetic; you really are my favorite, you don’t need him. I see you, I really see you.” He whispered, rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip. You narrowed your eyes and bit down on his thumb, drawing blood. He jerked his thumb away from your mouth, narrowing his eyes at you angrily; “You stupid bitch.” He spat out, slapping you across the face. The force was hard enough to send you sprawling on the floor. You winced at you sat up, spitting out blood onto the floor beside you. The Nogistue stalked towards you, like a lion about to pounce on its prey “You really shouldn’t have done that, I wasn’t planning on killing you for a while, but now I have to and it just was not in my schedule. But you understand, right? A matter of principle you see, if I let you get away with what you just pulled, everyone would walk all over me, and we can’t have that.” He said softly, stroking your bruised cheek. “Such a shame.” He sighed dramatically, cupping your face with both of his hands, “You really were my favorite.” He murmured, before picking you up and throwing you against the old oak, causing everything to fade to black.

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“Y/N wake up.” Stiles murmured, dragging you out of your unconscious bliss. You felt him shake your aching shoulders, but you couldn’t get your eyelids to open. “Scott she isn’t waking up, God please Y/N, please wake up.” Stiles begged; you could feel his arms around you; his tears hitting your cheeks.

You slowly peeled your eyes open, glancing around the room cautiously, “Where am I?” You asked drowsily, placing your hand on the back of your head, wincing immediately as you felt a bolt of pain run throughout your body.

“Thank God.” Stiles murmured, glancing at the ceiling briefly before turning his gaze back to you, “What the hell were you thinking? How could you be so stupid? We barely made it there in time. God, Y/N, he was going to kill you. It wasn’t a game this time.”

You slowly sat up with some help from Stiles, finally recognizing the room you were in as Derek’s loft, “Well I’m fine, okay? Don’t worry it won’t happen again.” You murmured quietly.

“Don’t worry? You’re my best friend and you almost died, can you please just stop being so reckless fore once and think about everyone who cares about you.” He said, his voice wavering slightly, like it always did before he was about to cry.

“Sorry.” You said softly, a little surprised at Stiles outburst.

“Just don’t let it happen again, if you died I would…just don’t die, okay?” He said quietly, refusing to make eye contact. You nodded, staring at his retreating back, more confused than ever.

11. - Mama, Im On My Downfall.

Kalea

Clad in Malakai’s large white t shirt, wooly socks, make up free face and my hair tossed up in a messy bun, I sat up Indian style against Malakai’s bed head as Kai made his way out the ensuite. “Do I have to do this?”, I questioned with a pout which instantly had him sucking his teeth as he threw his white, wife beater in my face.

“Yes punk, you know the deal”, He shrugged as he got on the bed and rolled over until he was in the middle and right beside me. “But they hate me”, I sighed as I unfolded my legs and laid them out across his lap. Looking down at them, he frowned at the sight however didnt speak on it which caused me to smirk. 

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“Shame on you.” (History pt.2) (Stiles Stilinski Imagine)

Request: HOLA! Could you possibly write an imagine/one shot where y/n is dating stiles. She has telekinetic powers and theo wants her on his side so he shows her the video of stiles and Malia from eichen house. And y/n causes a scene at school about it but is like scary calm and when she walks out she uses her powers to blow the windows out of Stiles jeep and she’s like a badass about it. It can have a happy or sad ending if you want tho. Please and thanks!

Abbreviations: Y/N

Author: Ross 

A/N: I have proof read this like once so for any and all mistakes I do apologize but i know i needed to get this up since it was suppose to be up yesterday, love you babies! 

Word Count: 1617

Warning: Cussing, Agression, Mean Stiles, Angry Y/N, mention of cheating. i think that covers it all. 

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Part 1

I parked my car and got out. As I walked to the door I tried to contain my sobs incase his parents were home but I didn’t do much good. Before I could make it to the door Theo swung it open with a great deal of force. He met me as I walked up his drive way, placing his hands on my shoulder as he looked at my face he asked, “Y/N what’s wrong?”

I take in a shaky breathe as I say, “You were right. About history repeating it self but instead of the basement of an insane asylum it was his bedroom.” I said as the tears continued to poor from my face. “Oh Y/N, come here.” He directed me into his house and when we got onto the couch I wrapped my arms around his neck and cried my eyes out.

“He doesn’t even love me Theo! He loves her, so much more than he could ever love me! Those were his exact words, why would he do this to me, what did I ever do?” Theo rocked me back and forth as he shh’d me and said, “You did nothing wrong Y/N that prick did the second he didn’t tell you about his history with Malia and when he kissed her.”

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