oh hey kitchen

On Rannoch, years after the end of the war, the reaper corpse is the halfway point of one of the most popular hikes on the reaper war memorial pilgrimage.

Visitors flock every year to it, to marvel at the sheer size of it, the idea that anyone, any thing could take on something this size and win seems ludicrous, like a children’s story. 

The hike takes you along the path that it’s beams carved into the earth and stone on the planet, still scorched and crumbling years afterwards. 

The hike culminates in one long, hard climb up to a ridge, where the marks of the beams carve hard long scars into the cliff face. Barely a square yard of the rock is untouched.

On the edge of the cliff, in the empty V formed by two beams to either side, stands a life-sized statue of Commander Shepard. It is dwarfed by the reaper corpse in the distance.

On the base of the statue, the inscription simply reads “In The Face Of Overwhelming Odds.”

BTS  - you have a really sensitive neck.

Request: Hiya! Could I please get a bts reaction to you having a really sensitive neck and get really turned on when they kiss or bite it???


Seokjin: You were just sitting on the couch watching a movie, chilling together. But he had the bad idea of kissing your neck. “Don’t do it!” You warned. “Why?” He asked confused. “Just don’t.” “There must be a reason, Jagi…” He smiled and gave you another kiss on the neck, giving you goose bumps. “Oh I get it.” He said and smirked at you before kissing your lips.

Originally posted by rapdaegu

Yoongi: You were with him in the studio, waiting for him to finish some things. You were bored and sat on his lap. “Hey…” You said smiling. “Hello.” He said without looking at you. “Can we go home?” “Why? do you want to do something?” He smirked. “No!” You laughed. He approached at your neck and give a bite. “I didn’t want to, now i do. Let’s go home now.” “You know, you get turned on so easy.” “Shut up!”

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Hoseok: “Let me go!” You screamed, laughing. “Never!” He said laughing even more. He stucked you to the wall and put your legs around his waist. He kissed you on the lips, then his mouth went to your neck, giving a bite, making you moan. “Hm, do you like this?” He asked with a smile. “You know I like it, baby, go on.” He laughed. 

Originally posted by notjhope

Namjoon: He knows how you feel when he kisses your neck and he loves to tease you. You were sitting on his lap and he was running his lips lightly all over your neck, making you moan. “If you won’t do anything, stop!” You whined. “What do you want me to do?” He smiled. “I want you to stop.” “Do you really want?” He stopped. “No, just stop the teasing and get right to the point.” He laughed and kissed your lips.

Originally posted by rapnamu

Jimin: "JAGI!“ Your boyfriend yelled when he got home. "I’m in the kitchen.” “Oh, hey.” He smiled when he saw you. “Hello!” You smiled back. He sat down beside you on the table and kissed your neck. You shivered but pretended nothing happened. “Are you okay?” “Yes I am.” He kissed your neck again and you heard him laugh at your reaction. “You’re such a sensitive baby.” “I’m not! My neck is.” “Okay, let’s see…” He started kissing your neck repeatedly, leaving you extremely turned on. “OKAY!” You turned to him and kissed his lips. “Are you turned on?” He asked. “Yes. Now you’re going to have to figure it out.” “With all pleasure…” He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom.

Originally posted by jimiyoong

Taehyung: You were cuddling in bed. You were almost asleep when you feel his kisses on your neck. “Stop, Tae!” You laughed. “Nooo! You like that.” “Yes, I really like that.” You said unconsciously as his kisses began to get wetter with ulterior motives. “I know everything you like, Princess.” He gave you a smirk, just for getting you even more horny.

Originally posted by kimthwriter

Jungkook: Your boyfriend LOVES tease you in everything, no matter what. And when he found out you get turned on when he kissed your neck, he always did it. “Hey baby.” He said going up to you in bed. “Shut up, I’m reading.” “Keep reading.” He said and lay down beside you. Some minutes later, he began to give kisses and bites on your neck. “Why are you like this?” You asked, putting the book down and looking at him. “Because I want your attention, love!” He smiled. “Okay, you have all my attention now.” “Great.” He give you a smile and kissed you.

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Wolfsbane: part three. [finale]

A;N: So, this originally was a request by the lovely @montanagirlatheart and it sprouted a life of it’s own. I really hope you enjoy. <3

Pairing: Scott Mcall x Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: .6,034

Listen to me.

part one. part two.

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Lance: Matt how in the quiznak are you even eating that

Matt: ??? Its not even that bad??? You should try some, it tastes kinda like spaghetti

Hunk: *walking into the kitchen* Oh, hey guys, whats up?

Lance: Hunk, my wonderful angel, please help me, Matt is eating some of Corans food and he..…he thinks its actually good. Just look at him! Hes eating a bowl of fucking space worms.

Matt: You should really try some Hunk, its delicious! *holds up a forkful of dripping “noodles”* Coran says its a special meal they would serve on Altea!

Lance: See, he actually thinks space worm stew is a delicacy, I think the worms have gotten to his brain, what do we do??

Hunk:

Hunk:

Hunk: Lance

Hunk: there’s nothing wrong, we both know white people just don’t have taste palates.

Silver Silence Part 8

Pairing: Bucky x shy enhanced reader

Summary: Bucky finally finds himself able to live at the compound with the team, but finds it difficult to repress his feelings for his new very shy and gentle teammate.

Word count:  1,607

Warnings: Swearing as always

(it is so beyond hard to write normal lately. I’ve been reading a lot of A/B/O fics and honestly they are my favorite things ever, only problem is that they make it hard to write normal fics when you’re in the mindset that you’re a fucking omega

ps: if you know of any alphabucky reader inserts please tell me)

For the next couple of days Bucky kept a closer eye on you then normal, you where slowly getting your strength back to a normal humans capacity, and he was worried you would over exert yourself. To make him less paranoid you decided to stay clear of training until your body was at full strength, But that didn’t mean you couldn’t watch others train.

You where currently marveling over Steve and Bucky’s toned bodies as they lunged at one another, throwing punches and kicks.

It wasn’t the first time you had done this, but the first time you had been so open about it. In the past you would hide behind workout equipment and long to be able to actually fight. (and also maybe staring at the beautifully chiseled features of two of the hottest super soldiers in the world.)  

However currently, you where completely out in the open, not even bothering to act innocent as your eyes ran the length of Bucky’s body.

With one quick jab at Steve’s ribs, Bucky was able to knock him off balance enough to send a sweep of his feet to Steve’s legs.

Steve’s eyes traveled to you as he now lay on the matt in defeat, watching you sit cross legged near the wall.

You scribbled down a 0 on the small white board you stole from the medical wing, and held it up, giving him a thumbs down and laughing silently.

“I had ‘em on the ropes” he assured, but you just shook your head with a smile.

“(Y/N) do you want to try?” Steve asked, but was quickly shut down by Bucky.

“No, no she’s not ready yet”

You just smiled lightly, knowing Bucky just wanted you to be safe and healthy.

Before Steve could argue further, the door to the training room opened and tony strolled in, dressed in an over the top west wood suit.

“Fancy party?” Steve asked curiously.

“Hardly, no actually a meeting.” He replied, he took a couple of steps towards you and smiled gently, laying a careful hand on your shoulder.

“Miss your voice kid?” he asked softly.

You nodded sheepishly at him, looking over at Bucky who held a sort of jealous glint in his eyes.

Bucky was about to interject, probably some comment about Tony’s strange behavior, when tony began motioning towards the door.  “Come on then, I have something you’ll appreciate.”

You looked back at Bucky, quirking a brow and hoping that he takes the hint to ask tony what he means. Unfortunately he just shrugged, forcing you to suck it up and go with tony anyway.

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“Alright kid, now I know surgeries are probably the least appealing thing to you, given the last couple of weeks, but its small and I’m almost certain the device will work.”

Tony sat you down on the same metal table you’ve felt the first time he explained your heart surgery. Only this time, it was some sort of brain and vocal cords type of surgery.

“It won’t take more than an hour, the healing is fast, and I promise you it won’t be like the last time.”

You looked up at him, thinking for a while but nodding your head. No pain no gain right?

He smiled and got up to inform his team of surgeons, leaving you to stare at the screen he had used to explain everything.

It was some sort of metal device that would be installed in place of your vocal cords and also connect to your brain, and by some complicated mechanics that you honestly zoned out while listening to, it would give you the ability to talk. You honestly felt kind of weird about it, thinking at first that it would be some kind of mechanical voice, but as tony explained he’s able to match to pitch and tone of your normal voice and actually make it sound like you.

You just really hoped it worked.

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Bucky hadn’t seen (Y/n) since yesterday, and honestly it started to worry him. Where the hell did tony take you, and why hadn’t you come back.

Just as he angrily shut the refrigerator door you came practically skipping into the kitchen.

“Oh hey doll.” He greeted softly, his eyes fixed on your brightly lit smile.

You gave him a wave, looking around and grabbing an orange from the bowl on the counter.

“Want any real food? I could make us some pasta?” he asked.

You gave him a nod, sitting yourself on one of the stools that lined up with the counter, while Bucky began to get a pan out, and search for the wooden spoon he seemed to always use. He looked through a couple draws and cabinets, but came up empty.

“it’s in the sink” you said casually.

“Oh thanks.” He replied, grabbing the spoon from the sink and rinsing it off.

After a few moments you heard the sudden drop of the spoon as Bucky’s head whipped around, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“Y-You- did- I mean…”

“Hey handsome.” You answered.

He shuffled across the kitchen, grabbing your face in his hands smiling widly, and looking into your eyes almost trying to read your soul.

“How?!” he asked in a giddy voice.

“Tony gave me some sort of strange device that he got from his so called ‘client’.”  You replied, motioning to the stitches that you had on the side of your neck.

“You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice.”
He laughed softly, leaning in and placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

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(two days later, finally full strength!)

You retracted your fist as far back as you could, and sent a roaring punch to the side of the black bag, feeling the pressure of your force connect with the object and sent it swinging back. Your other hand doing the same at a rhythmic beat, as a smile spread over face in triumph.

In your frenzies of punches you lifted your leg up, spun, and sent the back of your heal against the bag with so much force that it swung nearly a foot away from the blow. The action would have caused you a broken leg in the past, but today, in this moment, it did nothing but send that beautiful healthy burn coursing through your muscles.

You let your body rest for a few minutes, smiling from ear to ear and swinging your arms back and forth in excitement.

Next you decided to hop onto a tread mill, a thing you where familiar with walking on but never running. You pushed your normal speed of about 3 and let yourself slowly walk, breathing deeply and softly laughing at how little your energy had drained.

After about 2 or 3 minutes you pushed the incline up to 8 and adjusted the speed straight to 10. The light wind from the machines built in fan, made your hair gently caress your face, sticking to your open lips as your mouth was panting and huffing in a wide grin.

Light laughs escaped you as you bumped up the incline and felt the sweat beginning to form on your forehead and arms. In all your years of life, running had never been something you were capable of doing. Your body was like a crumbling piece of stale bread and any moving around that was to wild could send your body into a heap on the floor.

“Trying out the new bones I see?” you heard a voice call over the loud whirl of the machine and slowly glanced back to see Bucky standing in the doorway of the gym. Your smile only grew more as you looked down at your feet, seeing them fly through the air in fluid motions.

“Same bones I’ve always had, just aren’t blocked by a giant black tumor anymore!” you yelled back. He gave an airy laugh and then approached you, causing you to turn the machine back to walking speed.

“What did Helen say about your condition?” he asked, this time at normal talking levels.

“I no longer have brittle bone disease, asthma, kidney failure, or degenerative disc disease. Oh and my iron deficiency has improved.” You stated, smiling at his shocked expression.

“All of that was caused by your powers?”

“Yup! Nearly everything that has ever been wrong with me was caused by my powers excessive need for strength.” His mouth stood agape before he quickly shut it and looked you over. “There is one thing that sucks though.”

“Oh really what’s that?” Bucky’s eyebrows rose.

“I get periods now…” you mumbled.

He let out a barking laugh and shook his head. “You didn’t before?”

You sighed heavily, squirming slightly as you felt the slight presence of what you  body was doing down there.

“I was too skinny before, that stupid pocket kept all the nutrients and calories I got from any sort of food, so my period never really happened.”

He frowned slightly. “so you couldn’t have kids for two different reasons?”

You nodded. “Too frail and no periods, so yeah basically.”

“Hey.. I was wondering..” Bucky’s voice trailed off shyly.

“Go on.” You urged.

“Do you maybe want to go out to dinner tomorrow night?”

Your cheeks went red as you slowly lowered your head to hide it.

“i-I would love to.”

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*awkwardly sexy dancing in the kitchen* Oh hey babe (Choi Twins)

Prompt: You decided to dance around in the kitchen and a particularly good beat came on and oh h e e e y there babe. You totally weren’t just flexing at your reflection in the kettle

God! 707!!! (Saeyoung)
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•immediately joins you
•was probably totally watching via cams before he decided to join
•probably twerks on the fridge
• he’s also in the most stripper looking outfit he owns
•since when did he own hot pink boots??
•oh god he’s twerking on the oven
•saeyoUNG N O
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Unknown (Saeran)
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•thinks it’s stupid but also loves how you look
•he wanted ice cream but now he also wants you
•jk he always wants you. Have you seen yourself? This boi always wants a piece
•will probably join if you goad him
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Celebration

Description: Phil has four million subscribers, but Dan’s the only one he wants to celebrate with.

Genre: Smut! (my first smut)

Warnings: Sex (obviously) and a hell of a lot of kinks 

Word Count:1044

Notes: Don’t worry ya’ll Phil tops


Phil awoke to the familiar scents of bacon and coffee wafting into his room. He picked up his phone to find that it was 11:00. It was a decent enough time to wake up, and he hadn’t been up late the night before, so, always eager for bacon, Phil put on his glasses and walked to the kitchen.

“Oh, hey, Phil,” Dan said upon seeing Phil enter the kitchen. “Didn’t expect you to be up this early.”

“I could say the same about you. Weren’t you on Tumblr until 3 this morning?”

“Yes, I was. That’s how I knew it was a special occasion, so I got up early to make breakfast for you.” Phil was curious as Dan placed a plate in front of him. There were four pieces of bacon, making up a shape resembling the number 4. Dan then poured the coffee into Phil’s “Daddy” mug, along with the creamer he knew Phil liked, and set the cup of coffee in front of Phil, smiling at him.

Looking at the 4 made of bacon, Phil finally remembered. When he had gone to bed the night before, Phil had almost reached four million YouTube subscribers. This had to be what Dan was celebrating. “I hit four mil, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did. Isn’t it great? My boyfriend is famous.” Dan grinned at Phil and the older boy chuckled.

“Hardly.”

“I’ll be back. Go ahead and finish your breakfast.” Dan left the kitchen, still grinning. Phil could tell he was planning something. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was the four pieces of bacon right in front of him that he didn’t want to neglect any longer.

Phil didn’t understand how Dan could make such good bacon. He smiled, happy with his meal and his boyfriend’s cooking skills, and took a sip of his coffee. Dan walked in, and Phil nearly spit out his drink.

Dan was wearing cat ears on top of his head, along with the cat mask that had been tucked away in Phil’s bedside trunk since the Internet Trivia video video they’d filmed with Connor Franta a year and a half earlier. Phil’s eyes continued to scan down Dan’s body, where he next found Dan’s favorite black lace panties. Looking over Dan once again, Phil was rock hard in an instant.

Dan tossed Phil a bottle of lube and left the kitchen once again. Phil was absolutely mesmerized by Dan’s sudden appearance, and it took him a minute to gather himself enough to remember that his perfect boyfriend was waiting for him. Phil absentmindedly walked to his room, where he found Dan lying on Phil’s unmade bed, legs spread and waiting.

“You remember what mug I gave your coffee to you in this morning?” Dan asked in his most seductive voice, smirking. Phil was getting anxious waiting for him, but he answered anyway, upon realizing what Dan was doing.

“The daddy mug.” Phil returned the smirk.

“Yes, daddy.” Phil rolled his eyes at Dan’s horrible attempt at a pick-up line, but that was why he loved him. Phil decided he might as well continue, since he was getting very impatient, wanting Dan almost as much as Dan wanted him. Almost.

“You want daddy to fuck you?” Dan nodded and Phil sat down on the bed, only for Dan to sit up and press his lips to Phil’s. Dan then planted kisses all down Phil’s body before pulling off his lounge pants, revealing his erection. The younger boy then pulled off Phil’s boxers and took him in his mouth. Phil moaned, almost not expecting Dan to be so adventurous. Dan gazed up at Phil with his loving, brown eyes as he pleasured the older boy.

Phil could feel himself about to orgasm and he let out the words between sharp breaths: “Now stop so I can fuck you harder than you ever thought possible.” Dan immediately opened his mouth and Phil pulled out. The older boy opened the bottle of lube Dan had given him earlier and squeezed some onto his fingers.

“Spread,” Phil commanded, and Dan immediately presented himself to him. Phil put one finger into Dan, who immediately whined for more. “No complaining or I’ll make you wait.” Dan stopped whining in an instant, and Phil inserted another finger, scissoring them and making Dan moan.

“Daddy, I need you…”

“Stop whining or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Maybe I want to be punished .” Phil smiled at this, feeling dangerous. He inserted a third finger while reaching up to Dan’s head with his other finger with his free hand and pulling his hair. Phil knew Dan loved that. The younger boy let out a moan of both pain and pleasure. “Fuck me, daddy, please.”

Phil pulled his fingers out and spread some lube on his cock before finally inserting it into Dan’s tight asshole. Dan moaned out as Phil thrust into his prostate. “Daddy, I’m ready.”

“Not yet. I’m not done with you.” Phil grabbed Dan by the neck and choked him as he thrust yet again. Dan cried out in pain, but Phil knew he loved it. After one more thrust, Phil finally came, and Dan complained of being near yet again.  

“Daddy, I’m gonna come!”

“Not until I say.”

“Daddy, please…”

“You know I just love to see you beg. Come.” Dan came all over his stomach in one final moan, and Phil gently traced his tongue around Dan’s stomach, licking up all the cum.

The two laid in Phil’s bed, out of breath. They linked hands and Dan turned his head to face Phil. “Phil…”

“Yeah?”

“Congratulations on four million subscribers.”

Phil looked at the boy, staring into his deep brown eyes. He may have been the one to hit four million subscribers, but to Phil, all that mattered was the boy right in front of him. “Thanks. You know I love you, right?” 

“Of course I do. By the way, you should probably tweet about that.” Dan got up and walked out the door. He popped his head back in and added, “Don’t forget, we just woke up.” Dan winked before disappearing. Phil was barely able to pull out his phone before Dan popped back in again. “I love you too, by the way.” 


A/N- So yeah this is my first smut… It’s kinda a train wreck but if you thought it was a good train wreck (if that’s a thing?) then let me know and I may write more smut in the future?

Chance sutton imagine

“2, 47 & 139 with chance. Were dating and hes being all touchy & perverted and the other members tease us and yeah”
2. “Stop winking”
47. “I touched the butt…”
139. “Asshole”
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It was just a casual Saturday night and you were in the boy’s room chilling

“WHAT!!! BULLSHIT!!!” chance yelled causing Anthony to laugh

The boys were playing either a soccor game of call of duty and you were waiting on tessa and erika to get back home with food

“Ill be back” you said to chance as you leaned over the back of his chair to kiss his cheek

“Where you going?” He asked stopping you by grabbing your hand

“To the kitchen to get a drink” you said

He nodded and winked at you and as you went to walk out again he slspped your ass

“I touched the butt….” he said in a whisper

You laugjed and made you way downstairs and into the kitchen

“Oh hey your back?” You asked when you saw tessa and erika

“Yes weve been back for about 5 minutes” erika said as she ate her salad

“Probably didn’t hear you because it’s real loud up there” you said as another yell was heard

“When is it not loud in this house?” Tessa asked causing you all to laugh

Grabbing the pizza you orded you sat down on the stool and began to eat

“So how long have you and chance been together now?” Erika asked

“A year next week” you replied eating your pepperoni pizza

“That’s so cute!” Tessa said

You blushed and smiled at them

You smiled disappeared when you felt hand’s go to your ass and hip

“Hmmm you look famn fine in these booty shorts and my top” chance said in your ear

His kisses then traveled from your ear down to your neck

You giggled and blushed trying to push him away

“Stop im trying to eat pizza” you squeked when he pinched your bum

“God chance get a room buddy” jake said patting his back

You looked at chance who then looked down and winked at you

“Stop winking” you said going back to eating your pizza

“You love it” he said kissing your cheek and grabbing his pizza

Looking at what he got you saw that he got Hawaiian and grabbed a piece

“So you will let her steal your food but you eont let me or jake take any” Anthony said

“She’s my woman that’s why” chance said wrapping an arm around your waist from behind while he ate his pizza

“Were your brother’s man” jakr said pouting like a baby

“Get over it big baby” chance said smirking at them

The boy’s stuck their toung out at each other and then laughed

Jake and Anthony were the first to finish and sat there eyeing everyone’s pizza

Sighing you slid your last four pieces over to them

“Damn thanks babe” Anthony said causing jake to nod

“Back off mate!” Chance said glaring playfully at them

“Here” chance said as he held a piece of pizza near your mouth

As you went to bite it he pulled it away and laughed

“Asshole” you said glaring at him as you got up and waljed to the freezer grabbong a tub of ice-cream

Bending down to look at the options you felt something brush up against your ass and a grunt

“Damn y/n i think you’ve turned him on” kade said as you pucked out your fav ice cream and turned around and stood up in front of chance

“Maybe we could do something about that..” you sexiky said grabbing chance top and puslling him towards you

“But i don’t think so.” You said laughing as you ran off into the boys room

Hearing chance chase after you, you laughed and before you could close the door he had you in his arm’s

“Real funny babe” he said kissing your neck

“Not tonight” you said squeezing his cheeks together in one hand

“Fine. Just stop turning me on” he said as you laughed

“So don’t do this” you said as you slowly slid down to your knees infront of him

“I swear i will fuck you. Right here right now.” He said glaring down at you

You kaughed and got up smiling at him inocintly

He sat down grabbing his controller and oatted his knee

You sat down on his knee and he wrapped his arm’s around your waist as you opened your ice cream and ate a spoonful

Grabhing another you turned to him and fed him some ice cream

“I love you” he said smiling at you

“I love you too” you said smiling at him.

I’m A Fighter - part 3

 Hey guys- here is chapter 3 of  ‘I’m A Fighter’. This chapter describes Amelia’s recovery at home, post operatively- and depicts her interactions with Owen, Addison and Megan. Enjoy!!! :)

P.s. I apologize in advance for this chapter being even more lengthy than usual. :P  Guess I got a little carried away

p.p.s Thank you @jia911 for helping me to proofread and @francescabuccino for giving me feedback! You guys are amazing <3

 Here are the links for chapters 1 and 2 of the series if you haven’t managed to read them yet :

 http://ailingnoor.tumblr.com/post/165995047136/im-a-fighter

 http://ailingnoor.tumblr.com/post/166248359631/im-a-fighter-chapter-2

It was raining heavily as Amelia stared out of the car window, not noticing Owen looking at her.

She was finally going home after several months, and it was a weird feeling indeed.

Now that the tumor had been removed from her, she felt like an entirely different person altogether. Like what DeLuca had pointed out- she was so used to being sick and having a tumor growing inside her head that when it was finally removed, she felt like something was missing. The tumor had been a part of her for so long that she didn’t know who she was anymore now that it was gone.

The recovery from the surgery had been painful. She was in a coma and intubated for 11 hours, spoke only French for the first day, and was in extreme pain for the first couple of days. Most of all, she was confused and scared. She didn’t know what lied ahead of her. Would she still be the same person? The same wacky, sarcastic Amelia who loved to make witty remarks? Would she still be able to remain a surgeon? Could she still operate on patients with the same surgical precision as before?

The most pressing question in her mind was-would her relationship with Owen still be the same? If her proposal to him and getting married to him, but also running away from him was due to the tumor- then what would happen now between them, with the tumor being removed from the equation?

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Why you? // Conor Maynard

You paused as you approached the front door to Conor’s flat and took a deep breath trying to prepare yourself for what state you’d find him in when you entered. The tears started to build up in yours eyes and you willed yourself to keep your composure for his sake.

Just a couple of months ago Conor started experiencing some health issues, he had a persistent cough which got worse last month when he started coughing up blood. He finally relented and visited the doctor only to find out it was much more serious than he thought. He was immediately referred to a hospital and there was told he had lung cancer. Stage 3.

A week or so later he had an operation removing as much of the affected tissue as possible and now he’d just finished his first round of radiotherapy and chemotherapy which had to be given together due to the size and awkward positioning of the cancer. It all happened so fast and in all honesty, you were still finding it hard to process everything.

However, you weren’t finding this nearly as difficult as Conor. So much had changed for him that he’d practically been forced to live a whole new life. He couldn’t go and have fun with his mates, he’d lost nearly all of the masses of energy he always had, he couldn’t laugh without wincing in pain and he couldn’t breathe well enough to try and sing.

You and the boys, especially Jack, had been busting a gut looking after him for the last few weeks after refusing to lump him off with some random district nurse. No matter what state you saw him in you all refused to give in because you knew this was best for him, he needed to be surrounded by those who cared for him the most.

When you finally pulled yourself together you walked into the apartment, you winced at the smell of vomit that laced the room something that was common here now yet you still hadn’t got used to it.

“Hey,” you heard a voice speak and you turned your head to see Caspar in the kitchen.

“Oh hey Casp, what are you doing here?” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you thought he was out with Joe all day.

Caspar was about to tell you, a slightly guilty look spreading on his face, when you heard a voice yell from upstairs, “Caspar, can you hurry up please?”

“Coming,” he yelled back and gave you an apologetic before picking up the two pills and glass of water from the side and walking upstairs leaving you alone.

After regaining your sense, you rushed up the stairs after him and walked in to find a clearly very agitated and pained Conor with Joe and Caspar. You closed your eyes for a second, still finding it painful to see him this way before opening them again and plastering a false smile on your face.

“Y/N,” you heard Conor mumble when he noticed you were in the room.

He held his hand out to you and you walked over to him, firmly clasping his shaking hand in yours.

“Hey baby,” you cooed and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

You sat at the top of the bed and repositioned his head to rest in your lap, smiling softly as you watched him cuddled into your legs. You ran your fingers through his soft hair and watched in relief as he started to calm down and fall asleep, the pills he was given obviously doing their job.

“Sorry we didn’t call, he promised us not to because he didn’t want to bother you or Jack,” Joe told you once he’d noticed that Conor was asleep.

“Don’t be sorry, you were doing just fine without me anyway. Sorry you missed your day out,” you smiled up at them sincerely.

“It was our choice to come here, we didn’t mind. We were having a good time until about 10 minutes before you got back anyway,” Caspar reassured you.

“We do have to leave now though because we will definitely be late for our meeting, sorry,” Joe added.

After you’d said goodbye to them and promised you would call if you wanted them you were left alone with Conor.

He grimaced slightly as he shifted in his sleep showing how the surgery had added to his already long list of cancer side effects. His shaky breathing that would falter every so often and the can of oxygen sat in the room being an all too real reminder of his condition.

“What did you do to deserve this?” you whispered to him softly.

When he first got diagnosed Conor had expected you to leave him, he even told you he wouldn’t blame you if you did but you refused to leave the man you love. Ever since that day he’d been expecting you to go at some point but you were still right there with him.

Regardless of how pale he looked, how many times he vomited, the amount of hair he lost or any other side effect cancer could throw his way it wasn’t going to lessen your love for him.

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Inability to Cook (Jared Kleinman X Reader)

((Okay so I had my sister choose from a list of like 779 writing prompts and NOW I CANT FIND THE POST FOR THE LIFE OF ME WTF anyway she chose 88 which is “I didn’t know you could cook.” “Oh, trust me I can’t.” what i didnt tell my sister is that its for a fanfic but i digress

uuuuugghggh ok this sucks and i couldnt think of a good title and i know its short but im posting it anyway so i hope SOMEONE likes it??? anyway ill shut up now))

WC: 493 (it’s so short i’m sorry)

Warnings: Cussing (bc i have a problem), fem! reader

Summary: Jared and Y/N move in together, but Y/N realizes he can’t fucking cook to a ridiculous degree.


You walked into your new apartment after a hard day at work. There were still various boxes here and there, but everything important had been unpacked. You kicked off your shoes when your boyfriend, Jared, poked his head in from the kitchen.

“Oh, hey Y/N!” He wore a nervous smile and repeatedly pushed up his glasses. You knew that meant he had majorly fucked up in one way or another. You started to walk towards the kitchen, but he blocked the way as soon as you came near the doorway. 

Now that you were closer, you could smell… is that bacon?

“I didn’t know you could cook,” You pecked him on the lips, pleasantly surprised. He laughed nervously.

“Oh, trust me, I can’t.” He fidgeted with his fingers before he slowly let you through the doorway and you gasped at what you saw.

Pancake batter covered every surface, eggshells littered the counters, and there were at least two broken bowls on the ground. Not to mention, bacon was being burnt to a crisp on the stove. The dishes piled up in your sink were starting to slightly resemble the Leaning Tower of Pisa. You leaned against your counter and stared at the mess in awe.

After about two minutes of just taking it all in, you finally spoke. “Jared, how the hell did you manage to do,” You waved your hands around. “All of this?”

“Well, I was trying to do the whole ‘breakfast-for-dinner’ thing, but I forgot to take into account that I can’t even make regular dinner, unless ramen counts.” He shrugged.

You didn’t answer, you only stared at your kitchen in disbelief. It wasn’t long until your shoulders started shaking with stifled laughter, although it looked like you were crying to your boyfriend, who could only see your back.

“Oh shit, Y/N, are you crying? Fuck, I’m sorry, just-” Jared was interrupted by the flood of laughter that you couldn’t hold in anymore.

“Jared, o-oh my god, yo-you-” You cut yourself off, laughing even harder. “H-how did you manage t-t-to fail this badly? You’re in college now, for fuck’s sake!”

“Thanks a lot, Y/N.” He deadpanned.

“I’m sorry, it’s just-” You doubled over with laughter.

“Are you hyperventilating or laughing?” Jared asked and you hit him on the arm. Your laughter was contagious, and eventually Jared was laughing too. After a few minutes, you wiped the tears that were running down your face and he wrapped his arms around you. You breathed in his scent and rested your head on his chest. He planted a kiss on your cheek.

“I love you.” He said quietly.

“I love you too, and before you ask, no, that does not mean I will help you clean this mess up. You’re on your own, babe.”

“Dammit.”

Pride: a Raven x Chelsea one shot

in this one shot, Raven and Chelsea are officially together and attending their first Pride Day.

It was a summer afternoon on one of Raven’s much needed days off and she was sitting on the couch with her laptop browsing the web.

As she was browsing, she saw an advertisement for Chicago Pride which was coming up in a week. Raven considered asking her girlfriend Chelsea if she wanted to go. It would be not only their first pride together but their first time going to a pride day in general.

Raven’s heart began to race at just the thought of being there with Chelsea and all those other beautiful people celebrating their love.

Her thoughts, however, were soon interrupted by a psychic vision.

She saw her and Chelsea at Chicago Pride. There were crowds of people and rainbow confetti flying everywhere. Chelsea had her face painted, her smile as radiant ever as she stood in front of Raven.

“I’m really glad we did this, Raven. Thank you for bringing me here.” said Chelsea, wiping away a tear before leaning forward to embrace Raven.

*end of vision*

Now feeling more confident after her vision, Raven began looking into details about Pride day. While she studied her laptop, she felt a pair of familiar arms wrapping around her from behind the couch.

Raven tilted her head back as Chelsea greeted her with a soft kiss on her forehead. “Hey honey, whatcha doin?” Chelsea questioned curiously.

“I was just reading this thing about Chicago pride. It’s coming up next week and I was thinking maybe we could go…” said Raven.

‘Nothing much, I was just looking at this thing about Chicago pride. It’s coming up next week and I thought maybe we could go..” Raven replied.

Chelsea became silent, nervously picking at her fingers as she sat down next to Raven on the couch. It had not even been a full year yet since the two had confronted their true feelings for each other head on, since they faced the obvious truth that they were deeply in love with each other.

Despite facing these feelings, Chelsea had yet to boldly place a label to herself the way Raven had. She hadn’t even so much as said the word out loud..lesbian.

She knew in her heart that’s what she was and what she always had been, but after years of constantly repressing these feelings, hiding who she really was, there was a part of Chelsea that felt scared in a way of this whole new world that had been opened up to her.

“Talk to me, honey” Raven said gently as she took her hand and intertwined their fingers.

The last thing Raven would ever want to do is force Chelsea into doing something she wasn’t comfortable with, but there was something inside of her that knew this would be good for her, for the both of them. And her vision made her even more sure of this.

Chelsea sighed, looking down at the coffee table in front of them. “I don’t know, Rae. I hate to admit this but.. I guess I’m a little scared.”

Raven’s face softened as she moved closer to Chelsea on the couch. She tilted her chin so they were now looking each other in the eyes. “Chels, sweetheart, that’s okay. I’m scared too. Just remember you’ve got me and this journey is ours. And if I have to, I’ll be brave enough for the both of us”

Chelsea’s eyes began tearing up from the sincerity of Raven’s words. “How did I ever get so lucky?’

Raven smiled as she used her thumb to lightly brush away a single tear from Chelsea’s cheek. “Believe me, baby girl, I’m the lucky one.”

Chelsea thought for a moment before speaking up again. “Okay..I- I want to do it. I wanna go to Pride. I want the whole world to know that I’m in love with you.”

Overwhelmed with happiness, the two engaged in a passionate lip lock. They were so lost in the moment that neither of them noticed when Nia walked in.

“Oh, get a room you two!” Nia exclaimed jokingly.

Raven and Chelsea pulled back from each, giggling in unison.

“What are you guys so happy about?” asked Nia, taking a seat on the couch right in the middle of them.

“Well, Chels and I just decided that we’re gonna go to Pride Day this year.” said Raven.

Nia smiled brightly, looking at both of her mom’s with excitement. “Oh my gosh, really? That’s amazing. Do you think the boys and I could come too?”

Chelsea looked over at Raven who nodded in agreement. “Sure sweetie, if you guys really want to.”

“Of course we do. We love you both and want to show our support in any way we can” replied Nia.

“Thank you, Nia. That really means a lot. More than you know” said Raven as she hugged her daughter.

Just then, Booker and Levi walked in, heading into the kitchen. “Oh hey, Mom. Just getting a snack” said Booker.

“Could you guys come here for a sec?’ said Raven.

Booker walked towards the couch slowly with Levi right behind him. “Why..are we in trouble?”

Raven chuckled softly, shaking her head. “No, boy, y’all aren’t in trouble. Chels and I have something to tell you.”

“Well..what is it?” questioned Levi, glancing from his mother to Raven.

“We’ve decided to go to Pride Day here in Chicago. It’s next week and we would really love for you guys to be there with us” answered Chelsea.

Booker scrunched up his face in confusion. “Pride day? What’s that?”

Nia rolled her eyes. “It’s for people in the LGBT community, genius. You know, for them to come together to show their pride and celebrate who they are.”

“Oh, hah, I totally knew that” said Booker.

“Sure you did” teased Nia.

“Anyways, yeah mom, we’re cool with that. Can we get snacks now?” asked Booker.

“Sure, go ahead” responded Raven, waving him off with a smile.

Nia went off to her room leaving Raven and Chelsea alone in the living room once again.

“You know, now that I think about it I should probably get started on putting together our outfits” said Raven, clapping her hands excitedly.

Chelsea became equally excited, smiling from ear to ear and bouncing up and down on the couch. “Oooh, can my outfit be like, super glittery?”

Raven chuckled a little  before softly pecking her lips. “Of course. Anything for you.”

—-

A week went by, and the day was finally here. It was the day that Raven and Chelsea would openly share and celebrate their love with the world.

Raven spent the entire week designing their outfits and now that they were finished she could hardly wait to show Chelsea.

Right after breakfast, Raven took Chelsea by the hand and lead her into their room where the outfits were now hanging in plain sight.

Raven’s outfit was white with rainbow colored paint splattered all over the custom made pants and tank top. She also had a pair of white paint splattered  high tops to go with them.

Chelsea’s outfit consisted of a ballerina-like skirt, rainbow colored, complete with a pair of suspenders of the same color and of course with plenty of glitter just as requested and  a matching white top with a glittered rainbow heart in the middle.

Raven watched as Chelsea’s eyes widened with surprise. “Rae, honey, these outfits are amazing. I don’t know how you got this all done in a week.”

Raven beamed proudly as she wrapped her arms around Chelsea’s waist from behind. “Yeah, it wasn’t easy but it was worth it. Like I said, anything for you.”

“I love you so much, Raven.” said Chelsea, placing her hands over Raven’s.

“I love you more” said Raven as she left soft kisses along Chelsea’s neck.

“Impossible” replied Chelsea, nearly breathless.

Their moment was soon interrupted by the kids calling out for them in the living room.

When Chelsea and Raven walked in, all three of the kids stood there with their hands behind their back and wide grins on their faces.

“What’s going on?” asked Chelsea.

The kids all exchanged glances before revealing what they were hiding. They each held up a shirt that read “I heart my moms, the heart matching the color of the rainbow.”

“We decided to make these shirts to wear to Pride. Just to show you how much we love you” explained Levi. “It was Nia’s idea” added Levi.

“Wow, thanks kids. This was so thoughtful of you.” said Chelsea as she and Raven gave each of the kids a hug.

—-

Raven and Chelsea both knew that Pride day would be something special, but the love they felt when they got there was insurmountable. The entire atmosphere was vibrant and filled with diversity. They felt like they belonged.

Laughter consumed them all as the two women danced along with the music while their children danced alongside of them.

Raven felt that Chelsea never looked more beautiful than she did right now, with the brightest smile and the sound of her laughter that melted Raven’s heart every time without fail.

Chelsea and Levi now both had their faces painted with matching butterflies and Booker and Nia soon followed suit.

Raven was taking photos of the family when a smiling woman approached them.

“You have such a beautiful family. Would you like me to take a photo of you with your wife and kids?” the woman asked Raven.

Raven couldn’t help the feeling of butterflies at the thought of Chelsea being her wife and the fact that the woman had automatically assumed that.

“Sure! That would be great. Thank you!” said Raven as she handed the woman her phone.

The family all gathered together for the photo, the pure happiness so evident in the smiles on each of their faces.

Raven thanked the woman and retrieved her phone. As she was walking back over, Chelsea suddenly pulled her into a surprise kiss.

Right as they were kissing, a confetti cannon was released causing confetti all around them and over them while Mary Lambert, a guest performer at Pride, crooned the lyrics of her song “She Keeps Me Warm”

When they pulled away, Chelsea giggled as she picked a few pieces of confetti from Raven’s hair.

“I’m really glad we did this, Raven. Thank you for bringing me here.” said Chelsea, wiping away a tear before leaning forward to embrace Raven.

Just like her vision.

As cliche as it may have sounded, the decision to go to Pride felt like sunlight breaking through a dark cloud.

There was no more hiding, no more secret yearnings. The whole world would know that Raven and Chelsea were proud to be gay. The whole world would know that they were deeply in love.

As Raven stood there watching Chelsea being her silly self, flinging her arms about and dancing wildly to the music, she was certain of one thing.

This woman would become her wife much sooner rather than later.

Jealous - iDubbbz Imagine

You’ve been in Australia with Ian, Joji, and Max for nearly a week now, and you’ve never had so much fun in your life. Your days are full of messy filming sessions, ridiculous jokes, and frequent trips to Walmart for the weirdest things a person could buy, be it twenty watermelons or some thirty odd cases of beer. You’re almost sure that the lot of you have been put on some of watch list, but hey, it’s worth it.

The nights, though, the nights are what you live for. All of you sit around a fire and drink in the backyard of Max’s house most of the time, or else you go out and have fun. Everyone is happy and smiling, and all of the problems you have in your day-to-day life seem to have melted away as soon as you touched down in Perth. If you had a choice, you’re not sure you’d ever leave.

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Lilies and Zeppelin: Part 5

Previous Parts

Pairing: Punk!Dean/Reader

Tags: HS AU, Punk!Dean, smut, shower smut (oh so steamy-heh you get it? cause it’s a shower..) Dean’s a shitzu trapped in a rotweiler’s body, Y/N’s the cutest little bean, Sam’s adorable, John’s a dick. 

Words: 2428

Notes: let me know what you think please! 

@codependentlys, @havntedean

Originally posted by marilynmay

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A Nervous Angel But A Confident Kiss

Word Count: 1,533

Pairing: Cas X Reader

AN: It’s finally here!!! Like I said yesterday I’m sorry it has taken me so long to post a new story and thanks for being patient with me. So without further delay, the new story. Hope you guys like it.

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An Evening at Avengers Tower


Summary: No plot, whatsoever but this is what it’s like living at Avengers Tower.

Pairing: bucky x reader

Warnings: drinking, talk of skinny dipping, talks of Thanksgiving? pure fluff and happiness and small moments

A/N: This escalades really quick lol




“Tony, turn the heater on!”

“No, no no. Tony, keep it like this!”

“Wh- No! It’s cold as hell!”

Walking down the steps with empty bottle and cups in your hand, you met your teammates in the lounge room watching T.V as you saw Wanda and Scott argue over the temperature. You shook your head, rolling your eyes as you walked into the kitchen.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” Scott waved. You smiled at him as the others greeted you as well.

“Evening, children.” You teased. You put your bottles in the recycling and began to wash the other cups in the sink. Bucky and his stupid cups. He would always make a mess in your quarters, leaving all of his empty cups on the drawers and not putting them away.

You heard Steve’s voice echo through the tower, the sound of combat boots carrying along with him. “Alright, so I have lunch duty, Buck has breakfast duty and I think Sam… Yeah, Sam has dinner duty.” He explained. He placed the projection on the kitchen island as he began to swipe in midair, adjusting the schedule.

You put the last cup away in the drawer, yelping as you felt a pair of cold hands at your waist. Quickly turning off the sink, you laughed as you saw the metal arm on your hipbone, the flesh one on your other.

“Bucky Barnes, put me down!” You laughed as you felt his head rest on your lower back. You heard him chuckle as he slowly set you down, turning your hips to meet his gaze.

You sighed as you met his warm eyes, resting your arms lazily on his shoulders as you pulled him into a kiss. He kept his arms on your waist as his lips moved softly with yours.

“Good evening, gorgeous.” Bucky greeted, resting on the counter opposite of you. You walked to stand beside him, watching Steve and Sam organize the tower’s plans.

“Good evening, Bucky.” You smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling your body under his. “I should be mad at you right now.”

“Why’s that?”

“You didn’t put away those stupid cups I’ve been telling you about.” You replied, laughing as his eyes widened. “Yeahh. I shouldn’t allow you on my side of the tower anymore.”

“What? No! I’m not gonna have a teenage sneak out type of relationship with you.” He said. “You know what? I’ll ask Tony to switch mine and Clint’s room so I’m closer to you.”

“You know I’m just kidding, right?” You raised an eyebrow. His features softened. “Calm down, soldier.”

You rested your chin on your palm as you watched the schedule appear in front of you, Steve swiping the blue screen in midair. “So, what’s this schedule for?” You asked, walking around the island to face the front with Steve.

“Meal making schedule.” Steve smiled proudly. “Tony want us to have jobs around the tower since we’re gonna be living here from now on and so we started with assigning days for us to make meals.”

Nooo…” 

“Y/N, you have Wednesdays.” Sam smirked as he took a seat on a beanbag.

“What? But Wednesdays are busy for me!” You argued.

“At least you don’t have Saturdays..” Nat scowled at Steve as she stood, giving him a death stare.

You took a deep breath as you laid on one of the couches, Bucky following with you as he sat on the floor. One of Steve’s playlists played softly in the background, Frank Sinatra’s ‘Witchcraft’ played. You loved these days with the team where all of you would just gather somewhere in the tower or the city, have a few drinks, and talk.

Nat came back with a few bottles of wine and a hell of a lot of beer in a cooler. Everyone grabbed glasses and cans, Bucky passed you a can of beer as you sighed and took a sip. You saw that Sam was already buzzed with Scott, Clint slowly getting there as he began to laugh at the two. You smiled.

“In honor of the three of us planning those stupid schedules for the past week!” Sam smiled, clinking his, Steve’s, and Bucky’s glasses together.

“So, that big mission coming up, huh?” Clint said. Everyone replied with a groan.

“Please, no more talks about missions until after Thanksgiving.” You whined, running a hand down your face. Bucky slouched, groaning as his head hit the couch to look up at you. You chuckled at him as you spread his hair out, running your fingers softly through the strands.

“Oh, shit it’s almost Thanksgiving.” Scott said in realization. His head poked out of the back of the couch. “Do you guys do anything for Thanksgiving? Eat?”

“Course we eat, what the hell.” Sam said.

“No, we just sit here and starve, Lang.” Clint joked.

“You know what we do? We make cornucopias and sit around the fire.” Wanda laughed out. “Of course we eat!”

“I usually throw a party, for obvious reasons.” Tony said as he propped his feet up on the table. “That reminds me…”

“We need to start decorating. God dammit why haven’t we done this earlier!” Tony gasped. Everyone groaned again. You all knew that everyone didn’t like the idea of decorating for one of Tony’s parties.

“Eh, I’ll hire someone else to decorate.”

That set the mood again as everyone sighed out. “But you guys are decorating for Christmas.”

“Aside from Christmas, I love Thanksgiving here.” You smiled. “Just being around all of you makes me happy, and of course the food.”

“We all know you don’t like us, Y/N.” Wanda winked.

“True, I hate all of you.”

The night went on as the group had bottles of beer and glasses of wine. You were all tipsy by the time it hit 12 am, but the group still had energy. Even Bucky and Steve got a little buzzed when they drank a few sips of Thor’s Asgard Meade. The room was filled with laughter, random talks, and games as you and the girls sat on the couch together, watching a game of beer pong happen on the pool table.

“It’s so cold in here.” Wanda sighed out, resting her head in your lap. Her feet were in Nat’s lap as she looked up at the ceiling to make red swirls with her magic.

“Jesus your playlist is boring as hell, Rogers.” Tony laughed out. “FRIDAY, play my playlist, please.” He shouted out.

The AI responded with playing Tony’s playlist, ‘Sinister Kid’ by The Black Keys started playing as Tony turned the volume up.

“Now this is more like it.” You smiled.

“We should go skinny dipping.” Nat thought.

“Girl, do you realize how cold it is right now? Plus, Stark has cameras everywhere.” Wanda laughed.

“Y/N!” Bucky smiled, stumbling over to you. Wanda got up to make room for him as she sat on Nat’s lap. Bucky sat straddling your lap as his head rested on your chest.

“We’re gonna have the most largest h-angover ever tomorrow.” You sighed out as Bucky groaned. “Well, mainly for you.”

Winter Winds 5 Tom HiddlestonxReader

As you finished separating your wet clothes from your other possessions, you stood up, stretched out your back, and headed to the living room, all the while still wearing your wet attire.  As you stood in the hallway, you noticed Tom over in the kitchen, messing with a tea pot. 

    “Hey Tom,” you began, making your way over to the kitchen.      “Oh hey,” he replied, whirling around, “Did you get all your stuff unpacked?”     “Yeah, I was wondering if I could maybe take a shower and get out of these wet clothes,” you finished, gesturing to your soaking figure.

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