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Andromeda crew character summaries for people who haven't played the game
  • Cora Harper: Space mom. Likely puts a nutritious meal and cute little notes with smiley faces in your lunchbag. 10/10.
  • Vetra Nyx: Spiky space mom. Likely puts twenty bucks and a can of pringles in your lunchbag. 10/10.
  • Liam Kosta: Excellent space boy. Basically human sunshine. His smile has probably already cured you of a disease you didn't know you had. 10/10.
  • Nakmor Drack: Cranky space grandpa. Probably that one person at the family party who gets drunk on booze you didn't know you had and falls asleep against a wall. 10/10.
  • Pelessaria "Peebee" B'Sayle: The "hold my beer, watch this" space friend. I aspire to give as few fucks as her one day. 10/10.
  • Dr. Suvi Anwar: Absolutely adorable. A sweet, precious baby unicorn. Gorgeous. Licked a rock once and the rock blushed. 10/10.
  • Gil Brodie: Irreverent space engineer. That one college classmate who lets you copy his answers, but u have to buy him a beer after. Would probably lend u his kidney if u asked for it. 10/10.
  • Reyes Vidal: The one space uncle who looks and sounds like your dad but makes finger guns way more often and has way more money than him. You don't know why. You're not sure you want to know why. 10/10.
  • Kallo Jath: That one hipster dog-walker on the street who just seems super chill all the time but is currently wrangling 7 overly excited puppies who all want to go in different directions. You want to be his friend. You want to be him. Secretly the puppies are all his emotions. 10/10.
  • Jaal Ama Darav: Please just be kind to him, he's crying his best. 10/10.
“Jealousy isn’t my thing” Zach Dempsey

Request: Zach x Reader where Zach gets jealous :) [fluff-cuteness] hope everyone likes it.

NOTE: I am so sorry this is late but I hope you guys like it x

Originally posted by corn-flacks

You and Zach had been going out for 9 months now. Nearly a year. God everything was perfect. At first you were hesitant to even become friends with him because he’s a Jock. it was a biology project that got both of you together. so from working on a project; to revising together; then the healthy flirting turning into a relationship.

Your best friend Clay was really happy for you. He was against it first because Zach was a “JOCK” but then he saw how caring, loving and affectionate Zach was towards you.

Zach didn’t mind yours and Clay’s friendship but he wasn’t a big fan of it either. Sometimes you would see Zach dropping him looks but you’d ignore it thinking he’s just being childish. 

You haven’t really seen Zach much because you and Clay have this History project coming up so you’ve been with Clay for a whole week working on it.

“God I miss him Clay” you said as Clay was stapling some papers.                      “I know (Y/N), but patience is a virtue” he said whilst laughing and you just gave him a little nudge.

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(Zach’s POV)

I trust her. I really do. But recently she’s been spending all her time with the Jensen and i don’t like it. I know that she loves me but like why can’t she just take two minutes out to call me or something.

{Next Day}

There she is, walking arm in arm with Jensen. Am I her man or Jensen?            “What’s up bro?” said Justin.                                                                                 “Nothing bro” i said whilst glaring at Jensen. No, I don’t like this but she doesn’t care so fuck it. She’s looking at me, walking towards me with her arms open like nothing’s wrong. WOW.

((Y/N) POV)

He saw me right? Why did he just walk off like that?                                            “Is everything ok?” Clay said but I didn’t know what to say so i just nodded and walked with him.

3 days. 3 motherf**kin days and Zach Dempsey has not even looked to me, let alone spoken to me. He’s there with all his jock friends but do I care? No! So here it goes.

(Zach’s POV)

She just grabbed my arm and dragged me with her to the girl’s toilet. Thank God no one was there to see. Well…the teachers weren’t there so it’s fine…I guess.                                                                                                                  “What’s your problem?” she said as she had me against the wall. God i just wanted her for myself, that’s all. She looked so beautiful all the time but when she was angry, there was something about her.She looked HOT AS FUCK.        

“Nothing.” I said coldly, pushing her lightly to the side and trying to walk off “you should go to Jensen probably he won’t make you feel pissed” I said and all i heard was a little sniffle.

“OH..MY..GOD. I am so sorry babe…ok-don…don’t cry now” I said. I couldn’t see her upset. I was just pissed that you were spending time with Jensen and not me. I know better, I trust you and I shouldn’t have acted like a chil-”

 But to my unfortunate luck she was just pretending. Before i could finish (Y/N)  started giggling and it turned into  a fit of laughter. I must say I was relieved that I didn’t make her cry.     

                                                                                                                    “Jealousy’s not my thing” she said.                                                                       “What do you me-”, I was cut off by her tender lips placed in mine and let’s just say it was kiss filled with love, passion. lust and hunger of  not kissing each other for a week. The kiss turned in to a everlasting make out session. My hands all over her body, her leaving trails of kisses down my neck. Then those purple marks that only I could give her. My left hand resting on her but and my right hand on her thigh. She had her hands around my neck.                               She stopped to catch her breath. “When we started dating you told me Jealousy isn’t your thing, but look at you now. All jealous and that”

I was stuck for a moment. I’m not the jealous type but this time I was. “I..uh..ummm…I felt insecure” She looked at me confused as to why would I even feel that way. “It’s just he’s known you for years and all so I got a bit j..jea…jealous!”.

She cupped both of my cheeks and gave me a little peck. “ I love you, Dempsey” (Y/N) said, her eyes filled with love. “ It’s been 9 months since we’ve been together so that says a lot” she said with  a little giggle. 

I laughed, reassured that my baby is only my baby. 

“Who’s in there?” we heard Ms.Kimberly say.                                                        “We’re so dead” (Y/N) said. WE both came out and faced Ms. Kimberly who had a disappointed look on her face. (Y/N) lipstick was on my lips, her neck was covered with this purple bruises and so was mine. 

“Office. Now!” she yelled and started walking with us following behind.

“Jealousy still isn’t my thing, just saying” I said before pulling (Y/N) from her waist towards myself for a hug.

Originally posted by kissing-pleasure

I want the universe to understand that when I ask for the darkness, I don’t certainly mean solitude, even if I want it at the times I refuse to give in for the people who don’t understand what I’m teaching my soul from feeding a random cat in the streets, or holding a friend so tightly, ignoring the scars all over his arms from last night’s battle he had to go through again, or complimenting a girl with a short dress instead of gazing at her black knees, the way they do, you see, I want to be able to steal a kiss or two on the same sidewalk where someone had stolen an old lady’s bag earlier in daylight, then cussed at this couple holding hands like they were the biggest sinners in town, I want to graffiti an abandoned wall with my heart that has been burdening my sleeve for so long, I still didn’t decide to grow apart from it, because I care, I always want to care, in the night, I hear everything calling, that’s why I think it’s always the right time to know how to let go, to blow my hands cold, put the ache of my open wounds to sleep, I just want the universe to believe in me, infinitely, to help me make friends with the contaminated parts of my soul, maybe they aren’t as black as the darkness I ask for, and maybe the darkness isn’t black, it’s just deeper than the rest.
—  hannah-mu 
Double Take | Part 2 | PETER PARKER X READER

Description: After Peter realizes that he likes the reader, Ned tells him that the only way for him to start acting normal around her again is for him to tell her. This is proven to be difficult because Peter being, well Peter, is unable to muster up the courage to do so. Instead, the reader’s friendly neighborhood Spiderman pays her a visit.

Author’s Note: So I was lying earlier when I said that part 2 would be the last part. I’m notoriously bad at wrapping up stories though so this shouldn’t be surprising to me really. Anyways I’d like to give a special thanks to @lunastarwatcher​ for bouncing ideas with me and as always I hope you enjoy this fic.

Word Count: 2263

Part 1| Part 3


“So (Y/N),” Ned drawled out as he sat down across from his friends at their lunch table. “Peter tells me that there’s a boy you’re trying to impress.”

(Y/N) put her water bottle down and looked at Peter, who was sitting to the right of Ned. “And you wonder why I refused to tell you his name,” she said with a smug smile.

“That among other reasons,” Michelle mumbled under her breath, but not quiet enough that (Y/N) couldn’t hear her.

“Michelle,” (Y/N) said in a warning tone.

She waved her hand dismissively. “Yea, Yea, I’m not going to say anything.”

Peter looked at Michelle with a raised eyebrow “Wait, you know who he is?” She nodded absentmindedly, turning the page of her book. “You told her and not me?” Peter asked (Y/N) shocked.

(Y/N) snorted. “Are you really surprised Pete? I already told you that you can’t keep a secret so…”

“I too can keep a secret,” Peter retorted in a small voice, not looking (Y/N) in the eye.

Ned raised his hand and patted Peter on the back. “I can vouch for him (Nickname). He can keep secrets. You’d be surprised.”

Peter sat up straight and looked over at Ned with a smile. “That’s literally exactly what I said,” he said, raising his hand enthusiastically for a high-five.

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Not a monster

(A/N): I THOUGHT OF THIS AND I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE 

Summary: Bucky ends up teaching a class of seconds graders about WWII 

Warnings: copious amounts of cuteness


Originally posted by vanillaa-ice

   “(Y/N), pleeeaassssee?” Your sister whined in your ear, her voice high and squeaky as it came through your phone. “I just need them to come talk for an hour at most," 

  "They’re all super busy all the time, I don’t even think any of them are here today," 

  "What about Bucky? He’s still at home right?” You look over your shoulder at your fiancée, who, at the moment, was sleeping peacefully beside you. 

  “He is but I don’t know if he’d be comfortable enough to come talk,”

  “oh come on (Y/N)! Pretty please, I’ll do anything!” You go to open your mouth to respond when a separate voice cuts you off, this one hoarse and laced with exhaustion. 

  “Whatever it Is I can do it,” Bucky grumbles from beside you, his face smashed against the pillow. 

  “So you’d be willing to teach a classroom full of second graders about WWII?” Bucky hums a bit as he nods, burrowing his face into your thigh as he does so. 

  “Hell yeah, sounds like a great time,”

  “well then you better get up because we have to be there in an hour,” (Y/N) added, smirking when Bucky groaned. 

  “Give me five minutes to get up,” You smile widely as you direct your attention back to your phone call, your sister demanding to know what Bucky said. 

  “We’ll be there in an hour-" 

  "Oh my god, thank you so much!” Your sister cries happily, “I promise I’ll pay you back for this. You’re the best sibling ever,” You chuckle lightly as Bucky snores softly, the sound muffled due to your legs. 

  Well…maybe you guys would be taking more than an hour to get there… 


   Your fingers tapped against the steering wheel as you wormed your way through New York, slowly but steadily making it to your sisters school. She was a teacher at some small, old school. She taught the second graders and at the moment she was covering history. She had lightly touched base on WWII but since the kids seemed so intrigued by it she decided to get a little more in depth with the lesson; aka having Bucky come to class and talk about his experiences. 

  At first you thought he’d be too scared to talk to the kids but alas you were pleasantly surprised when Bucky came tumbling out of bed, dressed and ready to teach a history lesson. 

  The strong smell of coffee filled your car as Bucky drank at the steaming liquid intermittently. For the most part he stared at the road ahead in some kind of sleep stupor that not even coffee could get rid of. 

  “Did you get enough sleep last night?” You ask as you spare a glance at Bucky, smiling when he slowly turned to look at you.

   "Meh.“ He replies as he takes another sip. "No more than usual,” you sigh softly as you reach out with one hand, clasping his knee gently. 

  “Are you sure you want to this? I’m sure Steve wouldn’t mind once he gets home from training-" 

  "No,” Bucky shakes his head as he takes another sip of his drink. “I can do it, plus, we’ve already got your sisters hopes up,”

  “Yeah, but she’d understand if you couldn’t do it-”

  “No, I really want to,” Bucky smiles at you gently, showcasing his beautiful teeth (honestly you were jealous). “I just need to wake up is all,”

   "well I’m sure a classroom full of excited second graders will do the trick,“ And low and behold you had been right. The minute you walked into the classroom Bucky seemed to jolt awake, the sounds of loud, happy children did have a tendency to jolt him awake, or anyone for that matter. 

  Your sister smiles as she runs up to you both, hugging the two of you tightly. 

  "Thank you so much you two,” she whispers as she hugs you. “I swear I’m going to get you the best damn wedding gift I can,” You chuckle as you pat her shoulder, hugging her back as you do.

  “We’re really looking forward to a kitchenaid mixer,” You give her a little wink as you step back, smirking just a bit.

  “Noted,” she whispers as he smiles and turns on her heel, looking towards her class. “Now kids, today we have a very special Guest," 

 "Is it (Y/N)?” One of the students ask, beaming up at you as they do. 

  You were a frequent visitor to the class, your sister often needed help with something and since you were only a few minutes away you were essentially at her beck and call 24/7. You were here so often that even the students who had never ever had your sisters class knew your name. 

  “No,” Your sister smiles, as she looks behind at the two of you. “But this is (Y/N)’s special friend, Bucky Barnes,” The kids all look up at Bucky with curious expression, eyes wide and lips parted as they crane their head to look at the tall man. 

  “Are they married?” A little girl with ringlets asks, a smile to her lips as well. “My sister has a special friend and now they’re married,”

  “Not yet,” Your sister smiles at her, giving her a gentle head pat. “But they will be soon,” The kids all nod in understanding, their expressions now contemplative. “But he’s not here to talk about weddings, he’s here to tell us all about WWII,” Your sister didn’t even finish her sentence when the kid all started cheering excitedly, damn near jumping off the walls. You chuckle softly as the kids all stare up at Bucky with wondrous little expression, a gleam of happiness in their innocent eyes.

   Your sister guides Bucky to a chair at the front of the room and instinctually every pair of eyes follow him, waiting for him to begin his tale.

  Bucky takes a seat, looking at you where you presided in the back of the room, smiling as you watched him. 

  “So uh- what should I start with first?" 

 "Tell them about your first day in boot camp,” you pipe up, smiling when all the kids cheered in encouragement. Bucky smiles gently as he leans a forward, resting his elbows on his kees as he usually did when concentrating on a task. 

  “Well, it was the summer of 1943, I was being trained at a camp in New Jersey-" 


  Bucky recollects his story, completely invested in his words, a soft, reminiscent smile on his face. The children all listen intently, every single one of them with smiles on their faces. Even your sister seemed completely invested in Bucky’s story.

   "Mr. Barnes?” A little boy raises his hand, stopping Bucky in his tracks. Bucky smiles as he nods to him, murmuring a soft ‘yeah’. “Did you ever have to kill someone?” It was an innocent question, the kid didnt know any better, he was just curious after all. 

  “Jeremy,” Your sister chides, shaking her head a bit. 

  “No,” Bucky smiles at her, “it’s really okay,” he then turns back to look at the little boy, smiling at him reassuringly. “I think everyone had to kill someone at some point, some people killed more than others but it’s the way things were back then,” The little boy nods, his face contorted in thought. Immediately another hand shoots up, the time belonging to a little girl in the front. Bucky looks at her and smile, acknowledging her hand.

   "Mr. Barnes, what’s with your arm?“ She points to his left hand, her fingers nearly grazing the metal. Bucky smiles as he rolls the sleeve up, revealing the metal plating to the kids. 

  "I lost my arm during the war, luckily some people made me a new one," 

  "Can I touch it?” The same little girl asks, her wide eyes shimmering with hope. Bucky can’t help but nod, offering her his hand gently. The little girl beams as she reaches out with a small hand to grasp Bucky’s, a finger or two if anything. Her smile remains steadfast as she touches his arm, running her fingertips along his palm gently. 

  “It’s cold,” she notes softly, not even tearing her gaze away from his hand. 

  “It’s metal,” Bucky flexes his hand, chuckling a bit when the little girl squealed and giggled. 

  “Mr. Barnes, can we touch your arm too?” Bucky nods and smiles at all the kids, his eyes twinkling so damn brightly it was nearly blinding.

   "Of course you can,“ 

  "Take turns though,” Your sister chimes in, smiling as all the kids lined up to touch Bucky. 

 You remain in the back, smiling as you watch kid after kid go up and touch Bucky’s arm. He wasn’t reacting much, other than that damn smile you loved, but deep down you knew he loved it. He saw his arm as an evil machine, something that had butchered hundreds of lives, so to have such young, starry eyed, innocent children touching him so softly and curiously surely meant the world to him. 


 It takes a while to get through each kid and by the time Bucky finishes it’s been much more than the promised hour. 

  “Okay kids, Bucky and (Y/N) have to leave now-” All the kids groan in disappointment ,pouting at Bucky as he chuckles. 

  “Can’t he stay a little longer?”

   "I’m sorry kiddo,“ Bucky reaches out and ruffles the kids hair affectionately. "I have to go back home-” Bucky’s sentence cuts off with a groan as quite suddenly a little girl tackles him (not really, but she tried) in a hug. She tried her best to wrap her small arms around his large body but it just wouldn’t work. 

  “Thank you for visiting us Mr. Barnes,” she whispers as she hugs him tightly. Bucky smiles as he reaches down to softly hug her back, his hands barely resting around her, as though she were made of porcelain. “Can you come back next week?” She looks up at him, pouting a bit. You could see Bucky practicality melt away at the pout and not a moment later he nods, much to the delight of the kids. “And you’ll tell more stories?”

   "Of course I will,“ Bucky smiles widely. "I’ll tell you the best ones," 

  "But for now-” Your sister rises from her chair, smiling softly. “We all need to get back to our seat and take out our math homework, okay?” The kids all groan, shuffling back to their seats and getting their work out. “Thank you Bucky, I owe you guys one hell of a wedding present,” Bucky smiles widely, chuckling just a bit.

   "No, it was my pleasure, I’m glad I could help. It was actually a lot of fun,“ 

  "Well then, I’m glad you’re coming back next week," 

  "Yeah, me too,” He looks up, his gaze connecting with yours. He smiles at you warmly as he makes his way towards you, only after saying goodbye to your sister of course. 

 You smile as you take his hand, intertwining your fingers together as you do. 

  “You looked like you were having fun,” you chuckle as you turn on your heel, guiding him out of the classroom as your sister begins to drone on about addition and subtraction. 

  “It was fun,” Bucky smiles, blushing as he does. 

  “Maybe you could be a history teacher,” you chuckle softly, shaking your head at your own joke. 

  “Yeah, maybe only to cute second graders," 

  "I’m sure they’d love it,”

   "You think?“ 

  "After watching those kids, hell yes. They loved you,” Bucky smiles again, blushing madly as he does. “See,” you nudge his arm gently, smiling at him as you do. “Not everyone thinks your a monster,”

   "Yeah,“ Bucky smiles as he turns his head, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "I guess you’re right,”

beginner’s guide to horror movies

Okay, so you’ve seen a few scary movies and enjoyed them, and now you’re looking to expand your horror prowess. Maybe you’ve been reading/listening to a lot of creepypasta, and you feel like you’re ready to take the plunge. Or maybe you just have a feeling that you’d like horror, but have no idea where to start. 

I’ve been a huge fan of all things creepy and scary for years. I was just reading an article called, “Horror Gems You Haven’t Seen Yet” and realized that I actually had seen almost every film on the list, so I guess that makes me an expert. So, my new baby horror fans, allow me to introduce you to the genre.


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((OOC: I made a little list of headcanons for Rowena, tell me what you think 😊

▫Space lesbian (but Bi for that one guy, Mr. Helena'sfatherman) ▫Sharp and quick witted, smart sense of humor ▫is a lover but will also fight ▫empowering feminist and v. Opinionated ▫messy room, papers and books every where, probably a stack of dirty dishes on the floor (Helga once tried to clean her room and she was outraged “EVERYTHING HAS A PLACE IN THIS MESS”, so Helga only sneaks in to clean up the dishes and touches nothing else) ▫fiddles with everything and is antsy and probably has ADD▫know it all and proud, says “well actually” too much▫loves riddles and games▫QUIDDITCH JUNKIE▫competative▫alto singer and doesn’t dance well▫embarrassed of her laugh➡loves making jokes but hates listening to them bc of her laugh▫usually VERY composed▫has a temper▫gets impatient and frustrated but generally p chill ( just don’t get her angry)▫lives by a schedule (dude that she falls for throws her WAY off with lots of surprises and drives her INSANE but she loves him any way)▫few close friends and many lovers ▫knows loads of languages▫picky eater and expensive taste▫has insomnia▫Also love love LOVES art and totally started the mass hoarding of it on the walls of Hogwarts

And a big thank you to @potterdeer for left me use her glorious face for reference ❤❤))

Everybody, just STOP. Stop whatever you are doing and IMAGINE:

Alicia Zimmermann as the retired hockey legend married to Bob Zimmermann semi-famous actor/model.

First, Jack wouldn’t feel as overshadowed. Instead of being compared to his dad, a lot of the guys in the locker would have made fun of him or said crude things about his mom. Jack gets into a lot more fights in this universe, but he is just as talented.

Alicia knows how to nurture that without making him feel that’s the only thing he’s good for.

Alicia and Jack make fun of Bob’s terrible movies. He played a rookie in an 80’s classic cop TV show, and the two of them know the lines by heart. They spend holidays reenacting the worst scenes, and there’s a game where one of them yells strike a pose and do one of his ad campaigns. Alicia wins every time (she takes this very seriously and that’s how she got banned from two different supermarkets).

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Obsidian

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Taehyung (V)

Rating: R

Warning: Murder mystery, future smut

Word Count: 5,704

Summary: The world of magic is divided into dark and light, witches and warlocks, choice and fate. You’re a prodigy of light, a witch who works within the police force. You’ve heard of Taehyung in passing, spoken in whispers as the warlock of dark who has the world holding it’s breath.  All this changes on the night you’re assigned as security for a mysterious singer named V and you come face to face with Taehyung himself. What happens after that might be fate.

Originally posted by jjks

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Tell Her, Dude

Hey, @hchano 
I’ve heard you like Ladrien and supportive bros? I hope you’ll like this then.


                                                                                                       Read it on A03

“Great job, Chaton,” Ladybug stood proudly after their customary fist bump on a top of the Eiffel Tower, her sight focused somewhere in the city, a soft smile playing on her lips. Yet it didn’t reach her eyes for some reason, her mind obviously occupied by something else, something way more important than her lovesick partner by her side. Even her fighting today was a little distracted, Chat noted. Something was definitely bothering his Lady. Maybe, he should…

“I have to go now,” Ladybug added, breaking his train of thought, her eyes still focused on the place Chat Noir suspected he knew very well. “Would you take care of Nino?”

“Sure.” Chat tilted his head to a side. A light smirk played on his lips as he wondered, “What’s the rush, my Lady? You didn’t use your Lucky Charm on your second transformation. Stay. We’ll get rid of him—“ he playfully glanced into Nino’s direction, “—and will hang out for a while. Paris is especially beautiful at night, you know. Not that it compares to you in any way but-”

At his enthusiasm Ladybug only rolled her eyes and prepared to depart. “As much as it’s fun to hang out with you, Chat, I have a boyfriend with whom I need to talk today. Just take care of Nino and I’ll see you at the patrol tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, sure. No problem. You go. I’ll take care of everything,” Chat sadly sighed, looking after her disappearing into the night figure. “But your boyfriend isn’t home, my Lady,” he added almost silently. “He’s here, watching you fly away-”

“Dude!”

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anonymous asked:

what's another embarrassing story you have?

Alright let’s talk about my last day of high school.

So like, my school had this program where seniors could actually leave school like a month and a half early and work as interns for people in the neighborhood or something (Senior Study? Community Study? I forget what it was called). Most people did it because, hey, getting out of school early AND if you did it you didn’t have to take final exams- but some people chose not to and some couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do it because, I think I had too many detentions (long story)? I don’t remember if that was the reasoning, but I didn’t actually wanna apply in the first place because the idea sounded lowkey terrifying to me at the time for whatever reason. So anyway, our grade had suddenly dropped from like hundreds of kids to like, maybe 15-20 something. So, naturally, everyone left had even more of  ‘Kings of the School/Senior Privilege’ attitudes than usual. We were mostly just dicking around at this point.

So basically, all the classes that were just seniors were like…anywhere from 2 to 5 people max. So the teachers kinda stopped paying attention too, and didn’t really even seem to realize who was there and who wasn’t. And high school was such an…exhausting time in my life that I was thrilled with this, I just wanted it to die already.

So we get to my final day, and I am relaxed to the max. All I had to worry about that day was my fifteen minute “Fault In Our Stars” play for Theater last period. I slept through most of my other classes, or texted my friends from other schools, or read, or ate candy. It was a great day. And after how tiring, stressful, and emotionally overwhelming high school had been, I was really loving this as my last day. I deserved this for my last day, you know? A nice, calm memory!

So, I’m in my forensics class, and it’s maybe 15 minutes to the bell but I was worried I might have had a chemical on my hand, so I asked to go to the bathroom. Mistake one: Not just waiting to go until after class. Mistake two: Leaving my phone in my bag instead of slipping it in my pocket.

So I go to the bathroom, it was like down two halls and on the corner kinda. I could see the doors that lead to the stairs on both ends, and the elevator, and the door to the upstairs gym from the entrance. I go in, wash my hands and I start to walk back out.

And the fucking alarm goes off.

Not the fire alarm, the “We have a gunman in the school” alarm. We were in full fucking lockdown.

Before I can even fucking react, All the doors are slammed closed. There’s a rule that teachers have to lock the door and cover it and not open it for anybody but the principal who knows a secret knock code, which I didn’t know. The doors to the stairways were closed, the gym was probably locked, and I wasn’t gonna risk an elevator. So I ran back into the deserted bathroom.

Now, here’s the thing- usually, when there’s a lockdown or a lockdown drill, comes over the loudspeaker and says whether it’s real or not, and if it’s a drill we’ll have been notified it was going to happen because the teachers tell us. My forensics teacher didn’t even give me a hall pass, so he clearly hadn’t been anticipating this. My school had only had an actual, real life lockdown once, and that ended up being a false alarm- it was right after Sandy Hook, someone looked on the grainy security camera to see some boys holding an umbrella like it was a gun, people panicked. Right now there was no announcement, just the alarms blaring, so I was freaking out.

And then I start fucking hearing someone pounding down the halls.

And I’m just like…not fucking today. I do not deal with all this bullshit just to die on my last God damn day of school. We are not doing this, Satan!

So some surge of need for survival that I’ve never experienced blasted through me, right? So I fucking run into one of the stalls, and brace my back against the wall, with one foot up on the toilet bowl and one foot on the paper dispenser, and my arms against the door and the far wall, so that when someone came in to see if people were in there, they looked under the doors and didn’t see any feet. The person eventually left but I didn’t get down because the alarm was still going.

I need you guys to understand how hard this was though. Like, first, I had to keep my head and neck at a painful angle so my hair wouldn’t be visible over the top of the stall. Also, I have like, a lot of back problems, and bad ankle, and shitty knees (I’m literally an 80 year old man), so to hold this position for 40 minutes as I ended up having to do was quite a fucking feet let me tell you.

And I was so fucking terrified while this was going on too. At this point I’m positive it’s not a drill, because those last 15 minutes tops. I didn’t have my phone on me so I couldn’t text anyone to see if they knew what was going on. Someone is still walking around and banging on doors, and I’m certain it’s not a police officer because wouldn’t they be talking???

And then all the sudden, the alarm shits off??? And the principal comes over and is like “Everything’s fine go to class” WITH NO GOD DAMN EXPLANATION, and I hear people moving through the halls and loudly freaking out about what just happened, and I am forced to come to terms with the fact my body has ceased up I literally can’t get out of this position. Oh my God.

Finally, after like ten minutes of using my one moveable leg to kick the wall in hopes of getting someone’s attention, some random girl comes in and hears me. She deadass had to climb under the stall and open the door to get it open before helping me down. She was cracking the fuck up the entire time and her friends who were using the other stalls were demanding to know what was going on like. Holy shit.

(side note: apparently it was a bomb threat but they ended up finding no evidence of anything in the school. Although, like? Wouldn’t you want to remove people from a building before looking for a bomb? Is that just me?)

So that was well and good, but then??? I guess she mentioned it to her older brother who was in my gov class??? Because next thing I know all the remaining seniors and some junior boys were going “YEAH JAVERTS A CHAMPION” and cracking up whenever they saw me that day. And like, I can appreciate the humor in it and was like “Oooh yeah I #SURVIVED” and all that but I was just. Cringing so hard the entire day. I only thought to respond to your ask with this story bc someone just messaged me about it on facebook. I’m never stepping inside a high school again omfg.

Matthias Helvar Headcannons

 bc my boy doesnt get enough love

Dedicated to @luckyjesper because her art kills me (and inspired this post) and her drabbles bring me back to life 

  • All animals love him
  • Even the most ferocious terrifying creature loves Matt
  • Hes the guy you call whenever you need help with animals
  • A bird flew into your house and you cant get it out??? Call Matt
  • A gator is swimming in your pool??? Call Matt
  • Catch him @ ur local animal shelter just chillin with the animals
  • Or catch him @ the gym bc y'all know my boy is fit af
  • Nina always goes with him to the gym but she never works out she just stands next to him in cute gym clothes encouraging him and he loves it (and her)
  • They both have a ton of pictures on their phones of them at the gym ranging from pics straight out of a Calvin Klein ad to absolutely ridiculous ones
  • Hes super fucking competitive
  • Jesper: hey Matty i bet you cant bench press me and Wylan at the same time
  • Matt: watch me jackass
  • Speaking of Jesper hes the one that came up with the nickname “Matty”
  • The others swear it annoys him so they use it all the time but whenever Matthias gets called “Matty” his heart grows 3 sizes :’)
  • So all the dregs got a matching tattoo and and Matt becomes addicted to them
  • Pretty soon he has full sleeves on both his arms
  • He doesn’t get tattoos just to get tattoos tho they all have very deep and personal meanings to him and he only tells them to Nina
  • Whenever Nina is really tired she’ll aimlessly trace his tattoos and my boy loves that shit
  • Hes a big softy
  • Like a literal giant teddy bear
  • Don’t get me wrong he will not hesitate to fuck someone up if they mess with him or his friends but if you’re nice to him hes the sweetest
  • Hes a stickler about routines so he has his mornings planned down to the second
  • The only thing that will make him break his routine is Nina (she doesn’t really have to try that hard to do it tho bc we all know my boy is whipped for her)
  • Whenever he travels without Nina (which is very rare) he sends her letters and postcards everyday from wherever he is in the world
  • Nina and Matthias have a whole wall in their house covered in postcards from all over the world
  • When he first met and started hanging out with the dregs he was super quiet and shy around them (he still is when they’re in public) but as he got more comfortable with them he also became more outgoing and extroverted when they’re all alone together hanging out
  • So I feel like the dregs would roast each other all day everyday but they never did it to Matty in the beginning bc lets be real hes v intimidating but one day Jes and Kaz are going back and forth and Matthias drags them both sO HARD and everyone is so shook but now no one holds back when they wanna roast Matthias
  • Matthias is very observant so whenever someone is feeling bad hes the first to notice
  • He will also do the Most™ to make them feel better
  • Like a couple years back he realized that Jesper always gets really depressed and distant around the same time every year bc its the anniversary of his mother’s death so Matthias will make Jes this dish that Jes’s mom used to make for him all the time before she passed
  • Speaking of Matthias cooking, out of all the dregs he’s the best cook
  • Nina cant cook for shit so Matthias does it all and Nina just sits on the counter watching him work and stealing small bites of food
  • Or she’ll play music and dance around him trying to distract him and get him to join in
  • He can never resist her beguiling so there has been a couple close calls where the kitchen almost went up in flames
  • Kuwei came to Matty to ask for cooking lessons bc hes the only one of the Squad™ that lives alone and he can’t survive on takeout anymore 
  • Matt and Jesper have a slightly similar style of clothes so every once in awhile they accidentally wear the same or matching outfits
  • Whenever this happens they become the most annoying pair of Bros™ to ever walk the face of the earth
  • They’re never like this at all when they wear different clothes but when they match every five minutes its just 
  • Jes: “hey bro” 
  • Matt: “what bro” 
  • Jes: “i love you bro” 
  • Matt: “love you too bro”
  • No one can explain why this happens they just go along with it
  • Kaz got Matty to watch Game of Thrones and now hes hooked
  • Every Sunday they get together with a shit ton of food to watch the new episode
  • Whenever the dregs do something ridiculous 90% of the time Matthias and Inej are looking on from the side silently judging the crew
  • The other 10% Matthias actively participates (e.g. that time Jesper dared Matthias to eat a huge spoonful of hot sauce and he did in no problem and then flipped Jes off)
  • Matthias is essentially Wylan’s bodyguard
  • Baby Wy is really quick to anger and sometimes that lands him into some pretty deep shit but its ok bc my boy Matty will fuck up anyone and everyone who would dare to hurt a hair on one of his friends heads
  • This one time Matthias, Jesper, and Wylan were all hanging out at this outdoor mall and this group of fuckboys walks past them and purposely trip Wylan so Wylan turns around and goes the fuck off on them
  • And these assholes are about to go and beat his ass when Matthias steps up behind Wylan with this intense Death Glare™ all like “i fucking dare you to try something”
  • You best believe when they saw Matty they turned and ran the other way
  • To this day Baby Wy still thinks that they ran away because of him but no one has the heart to tell him that they actually ran away bc of the guardian angel that is Matthias Helvar

“Sixteen-year-old Daria Morgendorffer, from Lawndale, USA, has a bedroom with quite a history. The previous owners had locked up their crazy aunt in what is now Daria’s padded room. But Daria appreciates her cushy interior. “It muffles sound, so my parents can’t eavesdrop. And it does cut down on the pain when my sister’s actions finally drive me to bang my head against the wall repeatedly,” she says. Her treasured skeleton poster reflects Daria’s eclectic style. “If that’s the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning, I know it’s going to be a great day,” the teenager declares. What do friends and family think of Daria’s room? “My friend Jane thinks it’s cool - she says my personality will probably grow into it. And my sister, Quinn, is generally too scared of the decor to set foot in here, so that works out very nicely."Daria’s bedroom also offers a safe haven from her school, Lawndale High. "If it weren’t for those bothersome truancy laws, I’d spend a lot more time in here,” says Daria, who tinkers with formulas for biological weapons when she’s not watching Sick, Sad World. She’s looking to expand her territory, though. “I need my parents’ and my sister’s spaces, too, but so far I haven’t been able to get them to move out. I’m working on it.” We think she’s joking.” -Seventeen Magazine 1998

(page + text from July Issue of Seventeen 1998)

-sicksad-dariadiaries

4th of July - Daddy’s Little Lovebug

Word Count: 1816

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: None

A/N: Unbeta’d. All Mistakes are mine. Gifs aren’t mine. Credit to the owners. 

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“Daddy stop!” JoJo’s giggles could be heard throughout the bunker and you made your way to the source, trying to find out just how Dean was torturing your daughter to elicit that kind of laughter. “Daddy!”

“What?” He questioned, a smile of his own lighting up his face. “I’m trying to get you to wave it right! Now go!” He grabbed her arm that was holding a tiny American flag and shook it violently, waving the flag every which way making her whole body shake. You couldn’t resist snapping a picture of them playing before making your presence known.

“You really love torturing her, don’t you?” You stood in the doorway, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning against the doorframe, completely enthralled in watching them battle one another. “And what are you even wearing?” Dean Winchester before JoJo would never have been caught dead in a red, white, and blue star necklace and a sequined 4th of July hat, but damned if he wasn’t wearing one now.

“It’s patriotic, Y/N/N. Where’s your 4th of July stuff?”

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Mages ruin befriending chances.

Context: I was playing my first game of Card Quest with a few other people, and we encountered an empty tavern save for a barmaid and a necromancer. The barmaid has already jumped into a blood wall that killed them, and Im trying to persuade the Necromancer to not kill us, and join us.

Me(Druid): *Rolls 15* “Why are you doing this? please stop.”

Necromancer: *Has no clue why i’m trying to get her to stop, but we haven’t attacked her yet, so i’ve swayed her a bit, causing a few of the undead around us to fall to dust.*

Friend(Mage):(OOC): I roll to also persuade the necromancer girl to join us. *Rolls 11*

GM: You tell a story about innocence, peace, and friendship. The Necromancer just looks at you and says: "I’m too old for this.“ She then proceeds to walk through the blood wall, followed by her trusty mace weilding undead. (As shes the one who cast the blood wall spell, she wont be affected by it, nor will her skeleton.) 

Confidence

Spencer Reid

It was dark when you woke up. You searched for your phone, surprised to see that it was only 11:17 pm. You had text messages from Garcia and Morgan, all wishing you well and begging you to join them at the bar if you felt better.

You did feel better now you’d slept non stop for the past 5 hours. The team had returned from their latest case yesterday and you had spent most of the day completing the mountain of paperwork that went with it. It had given you a migraine. Penelope and Morgan had wanted the team to go out together for drinks afterwards but JJ had wanted to get back to Henry and Hotch had needed to spend some time with Jack.

That had left you, Reid and Rossi for them to bully into taking part in their drunken shenanigans. You’d been game originally until the migraine had hit you around 4pm and you’d felt the desperate need to retreat to a dark room to hide.

Spencer had seen you wincing and rubbing your temples. “Go home” he’d said tenderly, understanding the pain you had been feeling. You took his advice, texting Penelope as you headed to the parking lot. She’d called you immediately asking if she could do anything to help.

“No thanks” you were touched by her concern. “I just need to take some meds and sleep.”

“Well if you’re sure my little cupcake. If you feel better later we’re still planning on heading out to Ben’s,” she’d said naming the bar right around the corner from your apartment.

You’d had a text from Spencer too. ‘Hope you feel better soon Y/N. Sleep will help,’ he’d sent not long after you’d left the office.

He’d text you again at around 9pm, ‘I think Morgan is trying to get me drunk. He keeps buying me funny coloured fruity drinks. Did you know that the human body actually produces its own supply of alcohol naturally, 24 hours a day and 7 days a week.’

You’d received a picture message from Garcia about 30 minutes later showing a table filled with shot glasses, all with various brightly coloured liquids in them, and then another picture showing the glasses empty but with Reid and Morgan in the background pulling disgusted faces.

Reid had texted you again only ten minutes ago which must have been what woke you up. ‘Save me Y/N. I think Morgans trying to break my liver.’

You giggled. 'You still out?’ you messaged him back. You dragged yourself out of bed quickly going to the bathroom and freshening yourself up. After ten minutes Reid hadn’t replied so you sent the same message to Garcia.

'Oh Yes Yes my gorgeous little munchkin’ she’d replied almost instantly.

'Be there in ten’ you shot back as you quickly brushed your hair and re did your make up. You threw on a short denim skirt and a black vest top grabbing your purple converse and hoodie. Not exactly classy but you looked good enough for the local dive bar you frequented so often.

“Sweetcheeks you made it!” Penelope squealed excitedly from her perch as you made your way through the bar to the table where her and Derek were sitting. You placed the bottle of wine you’d just purchased on the table and gave her a quick hug.

“Yep I feel tons better after my nap,” you said quickly downing a glass and refilling it.

“You need to catch up with us lady bird,” Derek smirked at you, handing you a shot glass full of an amber coloured liquid. You took it, screwing your face up at its bitter taste.

“Where’s Rossi and Reid?” you asked scanning the room for them.

“Rossi left with a hot blonde about five minutes before you arrived,” Garcia replied happily.

“Yeah she looked like she was ready to eat him up,” Morgan added in. “And the pretty boy is currently being chatted up by a very attentive cougar over there,” he made a notion with his head and you followed.

You laughed as your saw your friend looking horribly uncomfortable as a women in her late forties was sat drawing circles on his arm with her nails whilst attempting to lean over seductively, giving him a good view down her dress. You could see him trying to avoid looking, but every so often his eyes would drift down.

'Men and boobs eh?’ you thought to yourself. You caught Spencer’s eye and waved. His eyes lit up as he saw you, mouthing 'Save me’ in your direction. You giggled shaking your head watching his brown eyes plead for you to come and help him.

“Poor Spencer,” you chuckled taking another long sip of your wine.

“Poor Spencer nothing, princess. That boy needs some female attention. It’s about time he got laid, ” Derek knocked his drink back.

“Yeah but really Derek…..a cougar, she’ll break him!” you giggled. “How long has she been there?“

“Well I pointed him out to her about 30 minutes ago when she grabbed my ass and asked if I was looking for a good time tonight, ” Derek laughed. “I figured the boy genius could have a good time instead. If he can’t find himself a hook up, I’ll do it for him.”

You shook your head at Derek feeling sorry for Reid. It wasn’t that the profiler was unattractive. Far from it. In fact, as far as your own tastes went, Reid was preferable to you than Derek. But he lacked confidence with women, not knowing what to say or when to stop rambling. You’d been surprised at how quickly you two had actually become friends outside of work to be honest, seeing how awkward and shy he could be around people.

You glanced at Reid again. He looked so miserable, but you knew he’d rather sit there than risk offending someone, even someone who was blatantly trying to get him into bed.

“Be right back,” you said to Garcia and Morgan as you hopped off your stool and walked over to the booth where the cougar had imprisoned Reid.

“Baby!” you exclaimed sliding in next to him hoping he’d catch on. “I’ve been looking all over for you,” you took his hand and squeezed it gently, leaning in and pecking him oh so lightly on the cheek.

He smiled gratefully, “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’ve just been listening to Shirley here telling me about her job as an air hostess.”

You smiled at 'Shirley’ sweetly. “Well thanks so much for keeping my boyfriend company for me.”

“Boyfriend?” she sniffed curtly. “His friend over there told me he’d be in need of a good time tonight,” she nodded over at Morgan who you could see was trying to hold back laughter. Spencer’s cheeks started to blush at the implication of what she meant.

You started to stroke his hand softly feeling him getting flustered. “Yes boyfriend, Shirley. Our friend over there must have meant someone else. The only person showing Spence a good time tonight will be me, right Spence?” you raised an eyebrow at him. He flushed red at your words.

“Pffft,” Shirley huffed. “He’s too scrawny for me anyway. Probably wouldn’t be able to handle a real women.”

'Bitch,’ you thought to yourself. Some people just didn’t know how to handle rejection well. You felt Spencer wince at the insult from her. 'And there goes his confidence levels plummeting to the ground again,’ you sighed internally.

“Let me tell you something Shirley,” you leaned over looking her dead in the eye. "This man right here may look scrawny, but he has no trouble pinning me up against my bedroom wall and fucking my brains out. He definitely, 100 percent knows how to handle a real women. Now I suggest you leave so I can discuss with Spencer exactly how he’s going to handle me when we get home.“ You smiled as her jaw dropped. Her face started to flush as she gathered up her bag and stalked away from the booth in the direction of the bathroom.

You knocked back your drink and turned to look at your friend. "Hi” you said nudging his shoulder with yours.

"Hi yourself” he replied licking his bottom lip. “Thanks for getting rid of her,” he smiled taking a sip of his own drink.

"No problem…. She pissed me off when she didn’t seem to believe that I was your girlfriend. So I had to put her in her place a little!“

“Well of course she didn’t believe it Y/N. Why would someone like you be with someone like me,” he said softly suddenly seeming very sober.

"What’s that meant to mean Spencer,” you asked sharply turning to look at him.

He gripped your hand realising how what he’d said might have sounded. “Oh no. N-no. T-that didn’t come out right,” he stuttered. He looked at you sadly and sighed. “You’re gorgeous Y/N. She couldn’t believe that someone as beautiful as you would be with someone like me. Like she said; I’m scrawny and definitely don’t look like I’d be any good at….. Well….that,” his eyes focused on his drink not wanting to look at you.

“Look at me Reid,” you put your hand out and touching his jaw, turning it towards you. “Spencer look at me.”

His sad brown eyes found yours. “Spencer, you may not be as built as guys like Morgan but trust me when I say that you could have any girl in here, if you’d only learn to be more confident.“

He huffed as if to say 'yeah right’ and started to look away again. You grabbed his face keeping it aimed on yours and moved closer to him. "I’m being serious Spencer. You’re gorgeous. You have a jaw line that most guys would kill for, eyes that someone could easily get lost in and hair that most women would love the opportunity to run their hand’s through. Add that to the fact that you’re a genius as well as kind and funny and well… What’s not to like?” He started to bite his lip the way he does at least ten times a day. "Oh and lip thing you’re doing right now Reid? Sexy as fuck….When ever you do that I can guarantee there’s at least one girl in the room watching you, wanting you to bite down on their lips instead…..Seriously, if you can teach yourself a whole new language in the space of a weekend then you can teach yourself to be confident. You could have anyone you wanted if you just had confidence in yourself.”

You sat back in your seat feeling sad that your friend didn’t realise what a good catch he was and feeling angry with Morgan for sending that bitch over to try to seduce him. You weren’t saying those things just to be nice either. You genuinely meant them. He was gorgeous and would make someone an amazing partner.

“What if I don’t want just anyone?” Spencer spoke quietly after taking a deep breath. “What if there is someone I like but I’m too scared that she doesn’t think of me like that?” he looked at you shyly.

You sighed racking your brains trying to think who this girl could be, feeling slightly jealous that there was someone he liked.

“Then tell her Reid, at least that way you know. If she doesn’t want you, then that’s her loss but at least you have an answer. Tell her.”

“I’m trying to Y/N. I’m trying to tell her right now,” he spoke so softly you almost didn’t hear him. He must have felt you tense as the meaning of his words finally clicked in your mind.

'Wait what?’ you thought. 'Me, he likes me?’ As much as you wanted to believe that’s what he’d just said, you couldn’t.

“Shit.” he muttered. “Guess that’s my answer. Can we just forget about this please?” he smiled at you weakly.

When you didn’t respond he made a move to leave the table. When you realised he was going to leave you blurted out, “NO.”

“No?” he asked quizzically.

“No, we can’t forget about it. Spencer…. You like me? Like properly more than a friend like me?” you wanted to be sure before you made a fool of yourself.

He blushed, “Well, erm, yes I do. A lot. A hell of a lot actually. I just never thought that anyone as awesome as you could like me. I don’t really have girlfriends, you know this.” He brushed a brown curl that was escaping back behind his ears as he bit his bottom lip again nervously.

You giggled, “Spence… I’m that girl.”

He looked confused.

“You’re biting your lip again… I’m that girl who wants you to be biting hers instead.” you laughed at the expression on his face. "I like you too. A lot,“ you whispered.

He smiled at you, his eyes lighting up. He looked so adorable right now.

"Listen,” you said. “Let’s go somewhere and get some coffee and talk okay.”

He nodded and you both stood up. You caught Penelope’s eye and mouthed 'We’re going’ across the room to her. She looked confused. You made a 'I’ll text you later motion’ with one hand and slipped your other hand back into Reid’s hearing him sigh happily at your contact.

Garcia clocked the hand hold and her eyes widened as a huge grin came over her face. You could almost hear the squeals that must be happening inside her head.

“Come on Dr Reid. We’ve gotta go find a wall for you to pin me up against. Wouldn’t want to have lied to Shirley now do we?”

He coughed and spluttered at what you’d just said.

“Haha. I’m joking Spence…. I don’t do that on a first date,” you turned to look up at him. "But someday, when you’re ready, we are soo doing that okay?“

He lowered his head so his lips were next your ears and whispered, "Okay, but maybe tonight, we could try some of that lip biting you mentioned instead.”

It was your turn to cough and splutter then as you pulled his hand and nearly dragged him out of the bar.

I’d Be Lying: Thomas x Reader (Part 1)

 Pairing: Thomas x Reader 

Warnings: Angst, smutty smut smut, and fluff 

Word count: 11,219 (idek what happened)

A/N: I originally planned this to be more tragic, but my heart is too fragile for that. I’m also going by scenes from the movie that I obviously had to change up a bit. This is what our dear reader is wearing (just cause I like it and it makes her look bad ass). Forgive me if i have any grammar and/or spelling mistakes as it is midnight and I am very tired. So enjoy and be prepared for part 2!


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Being the only girl in the maze did have it’s cons. Like being babied by the boys, them being timid around her whenever they start “rough housing”. 

“Be careful, or you might hit Y/N!” 

“Alby will kill us if anything happens to her!” 

“Oh no, Y/N are you okay?” 

She knew they meant well. But she wanted to have fun just as much as they did. At some point she had to sit them all down and explain to them. She was not a dame. And she proved it. She wanted to be a runner, and she was good at it too. But for Alby’s sake, she stuck with Newt and Chuck at the crops. 

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This is repost of the nalu dragon cry spoiler to see if it works for the tumblr mobile people. Apparently this is working better for people on mobile so I’ll keep this up.

Here we go, please bare in mind this is all recalled the best I can (especially the dialogue). It may not be chronological either because my memory for that is rubbish. The NaLu, Gruvia and Gejevy scenes are great (there’s even slight Jerza)! PLEASE don’t read if you don’t want major spoilers.

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Birthday Drabble #16.

Prompt: A post-breakup story.

Word Count: 975.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Angst, angst, angst.

A/N: Birthday drabble for @aweways I know it’s not exactly what you asked for but I was really inspired to write this.
Once again, @evanstanss is being there to let me know my work does not suck.

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Originally posted by sibirr

Bucky moved across the halls of the Avengers HQ, weariness spreading all over his body: training hours have increased, missions followed the same pattern and his sleep cycle was all over the place. He blamed it on the past few months and the escalating number of episodes across the globe that required his and his team expertise didn’t help. However, deep down he knew better than that.

Shaking his thoughts off of his overworked mind, his feet took him to the kitchen where he hoped coffee was recently made, as the mere thought of brewing the beverage from scratch only added to his somnolent state. Out of all the possible scenarios he could think of, the words that reached his ears didn’t fit in any of them.

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