my forehead is giant

Prompt: from @malindacath, “I was wondering if you could write something about Jim and Reader where they are in a relationship and anytime he compliments her, she blows it off. He goes to Uhura for answers finding out that as she grew up her family always degraded her so she really doesn’t have any self esteem or self worth even though she would do anything for everyone else”
Word Count: 1530
Author’s Note: GAH! Sorry!! I forgot the read-more cut! Getting into the mindset of this reader was SO easy for me. The first time the husband told me he loved me, my response was ‘are you sure?’ Fortunately for me, my parents weren’t the ones who fucked me up. It was school.

“Good morning, beautiful.” Jim leaned across the commissary table and dropped a kiss on your cheek, prompting a blush and slight scowl. “What?”

“Did you miss the giant spot in the middle of my forehead?” You countered, arching your eyebrow. “Not exactly enticing this morning.” You didn’t often fall victim to premenstrual pimples anymore, but you’d wakened with a zit that felt like a volcano brewing on your forehead. There was no covering it or masking it, and there was no making it go away.

“I hadn’t noticed at all. I was looking at your eyes, Y/N,” he shrugged, his glance lifting to assess the situation on your forehead. You felt yourself flushing more. “It’s tiny. Certainly doesn’t affect how gorgeous you are.”

You stared at him, expressionless. He had to be kidding, but you hadn’t finished your first coffee, and were in no mood to start a squabble about whether or not he needed his eyes checked. Instead, you returned to your meal wordlessly.

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leave them be


Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Request by: @diving-down-to-wonderland 

Summary Request (Paraphrased) : Where you’re dating Bucky Barnes and sometimes you work at home, and you’re wearing glasses and Bucky thinks it’s totally hot. So he makes compliments and stuff all the time and he also starts kissing you, trying to get you yo have some “alone time” with him and after a while you give in and have some fun time in bed?

Warnings: Fluffy, and a little smutty at the end. 

A/N: This is my first ever fanfic request, so I’d like to thank the lovely lady who wrote this in this morning. I hope it meets your expectations. <3 I’d like to thank all of my new subscribers that I’ve gotten overnight. I can’t believe how many notes I got on my first reader insert fic, it’s crazy to me. Also, I probably won’t reply to the request submissions, so if I don’t reply chances are I’m working on it and don’t want to lose the request. Thanks again for all the support, loves. 

     So. Much. Paperwork.

           Not to get it wrong, you loved your job. You loved working with the Avengers, and of course you loved working close to the man you loved, Bucky Barnes.  

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Friends With Benefits (Part 3)

(Part 1) (Part 2)

AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.

A/N: Okay so I realize that I left off with a lot of angst in the last part, but what I envisioned is that both Betty and Jughead had enough time to think and cool off so that they could realize that the only thing that mattered was being with each other. So after their fight in the Blue and Gold room, they both made their move to fix things in their own way that next afternoon.  

Read on ao3 here if you would prefer!

Jughead paced back and forth along the worn sidewalk outside of Archie Andrews’ family home, his mind teeter tottering with the decision to knock on the front door or walk back home to the Southside of town where he belonged and pretend like he hadn’t just shown up at his estranged friend’s house like no time or ill feelings had passed between them at all. 

Just when he had made up his mind to leave well enough alone and turn away from the red-headed boy he hadn’t spoken to in nearly two years, the large red door swung open and Archie stepped out into the fading sunlight of the mid-afternoon autumn day with his lips set in a firm line and eyes dancing with anger . 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Archie’s voice cut through the sleepy neighborhood, booming down the street and disrupting the hushed simplicity of the day like a fog horn on an eerie Sunday morning. 

“We need to talk, Archie,” Jughead told him, taking a cautious step towards the house as he mustered up the courage he had been lacking the past few months to have the conversation he had been dreading for so long. 

“I have nothing to say to you,” Archie spat, pounding down the porch and causing Jughead to scramble backwards onto the sidewalk. “Go home, Jughead.” 

“I’m sorry about your Dad,” Jughead said before Archie could protest. “He didn’t deserve what happened to him and I wish that I could have been there for you the way you were there for me when my father would go on those week long benders when we were kids. I never told you this, but I don’t think I could have gotten through that without you.” 

The stony look on Archie’s face wavered the slightest bit, softening only in the eyes and the way his brows drew together. 

“What happened to us, Arch?” Jughead asked tentatively. “We used to have the kind of friendship authors would write about in children’s books, you know? Pirate adventures in my treehouse-turned-pirate-ship, mud pies in your backyard after an epic rainstorm? How did we get here?”

“Your father was in the same gang that had my father shot and left him for dead,” Archie snapped. “That’s a deal breaker in my book.”

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