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Heart on the Line (part 1)

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

You and Bucky had your differences in college, but now you need a place to stay and he needs a roommate, and in order to make ends meet, you two start a phone sex line together.  

“For a Good Time, Call…” AU

author: buckysbackpackbuckle
pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
word count: 1516
warnings: smutty smut smut and dirty talk (future chapters)

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Hopeless Hearts


jessicamarcia requested: Jungkook + Idol/Fan AU 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 17,378
Author’s Note: Tbh I had some apprehension about this request because an idea I stumbled upon that just kept coming back to me was directly from this fantasy I kept about having about what would happen if I ever meet Jungkook and how and this just feels very personal to me as a result. Regardless, I decided to share because I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t decide to contribute my pain to the fandom.

ALSO, sentences in italics are being spoken in Korean.

Summary: You never understood the gravity of your position as an intern working Kcon until you fall for one of your favorite idols, Jeon Jungkook—quite literally too.


Sometimes you think you have a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to your job.

On one hand, it’s a pretty incredible opportunity, one that you acknowledge not a lot of people get to experience first hand: which is working as an intern in the event operations department for Kcon—the annual Korean convention in which big Kpop groups will travel around the world to bring their music and their joy to the international fanbase. For someone who never actually had the means and the ability to make the trip as an audience member of your own accord, it’s fascinating to witness the back-the-scenes sight of how much effort and how much time goes into planning and organizing an event of this scale.

And because Kcon it in of itself is half a convention and half a concert, there were always many people needed to cover the different subsections of the event, which is where your role as an intern came into play. Given that there were two interns in the department of organizing the physicality of the event, you were put on the team mainly in charge of organizing the convention while the other intern assisted with scheduling of the talents and making sure the performances would go by smoothly.

But on the other end of that spectrum, working with vendors really allows you to see how many people handle responsibility and deadlines and it makes you want to pull the hair out of your roots. You like to think of yourself as a fairly reasonable person, giving a vendor 24 hours to respond to emails at the latest before having to resort to more emails and phone call—but this is absolutely ridiculous.

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A year and a half after the shooting, Amanda got a cashier job at a Walgreens down the street from the school. “During the summer, you could always tell who the tourists were, because they’d make sure no one was listening, then lean in close and say, ‘Is that Columbine High School down the street?’ 'Yeah.’ So they’d look at me, cock their head, study my features, and then say, 'Were you old enough to have been there that day?’ "Yeah.’ About half would then say, 'Oh god, I’m so sorry,’ and the other half would get morbidly curious and be like, 'Did you see them come in? Did you see anyone get shot?’ It was the same questions over and over again. Even now, tour buses go by the school and people pose by the sign to get pictures.”

Yeah, that really happens. Imagine tour groups stopping by your grandma’s tombstone so they can get new Facebook profile pics. If there’s a morbid event in human history, you can bet that some people are creepily obsessed with it. Amanda made a series of YouTube videos in which she discusses the shooting, and she’s received weird responses from people who don’t believe her, who think Harris and Klebold were heroes, or who are simply general maniacs.

“Someone the other day asked me if I saw blood on the ceiling where Eric and Dylan shot themselves. [Some people] think of the weirdest, smallest details to nitpick. They find one little thing that varies from the official account, and then it’s like, 'Oh my God, you’re a liar!’”

7 Realities Of Surviving Mass Shootings The Media Leaves Out

dan and phil play keep talking and nobody explodes: a summary

hoodie!phil i am immediately enthralled and this video isn’t even a second in yet

“you da bomb of our lives”

they keep clothes fans give them which is nice shoutout to that lucky son of a gun


phil is insistent on everyone seeing speed

supportive boyf dan has his back

dan nudged phil’s arm in a bro-esque manner

they mentioned escape rooms finally i can relate as i have now been to one too

“i think we’re a lot nerdier than we think” why do they think we refer to them as nerds all the time

“rest in peace environment” / “fuck you trees”

“i’ll punch you if you look at this” going to provide no context there have fun

“DAD…. playing halo with me” nice save dan

the wholesome howell blanket is always on hand

“they’ll see if we do a single glance…”

how is dan going to go a whole extra seventeen minutes without glancing at phil i think he’s going to implode

they already did the tutorial but didn’t show us yet phil can’t remember the title of the game wow rip nerd!phil fic trope

“this is going to be a mistake”

“i can’t speak if i’m under some kind of situation” mister english degree back again

phil spinning dan around with those sweet sweet seconds of skin to skin contact (hand to arm)

also lowkey hand porn

look at his hands

the curly hair and shaved sides from the side profile makes my heart warm

sassy hand clicks from danny


five seconds in i am already stressed for them why is this already the most intense video of this game i’ve ever seen i’ve watched like six different channels play it

“there’s, there’s-” “no phil, i’m guiding you.” someone likes to take control don’t they

during the wire puzzle you can slowly watch dan get more stressy look at his pursed lips and expressive strict hand gestures

“there’s an alien man with a triangle head and he’s got a T coming out of his neck” their best friend mind meld really needs to come in handy here

i’m still really enjoying dan’s side profile i can’t get over it

“that’s you selecting the module you dork”

“guys we’re nailing this” i was going to make the obvious joke but i won’t we’re classy here

“shut up shut up SHUT UP” stressy dan is here to stay

they did one wow who says youtube gamers can’t game screw you comments

“what everyone out there is thinking now is we need you to get the manual, phil” i think dan honey you just want to be in control again i know that was hard for you

getting their last glances at each other in before they can’t for at least five minutes

opposite sides again why has this happened two videos after one another this is weird what is the post-baking video universe coming to

“this is weird. now you’re the person with the really bright face… wow it makes my hair look so much less white now that i’m here”

“it makes my hair look grey… i promise i don’t have grey hair” honey you’re thirty years old it’s going to happen inevitably sometime soon best to break us in gently

i’m hyped for side profile phil

dan quoting the marriage mantra of something old something new etc…. foreshadowing perhaps who knows with the way 2017 phan is going

phil looks so confused he’s like me facing every exam i’ve ever taken

i’ve been cheated out of side profile phil ffs dan get your hands on him and spin him around i feel attacked

“oh shit new stuff” literally everyone every few days when they upload a new gaming vid with no warning????? they know our struggle????

phil looks so focused i’m entranced


“oh god it’s hurting my brain so much”

stressy phil is a new experience but i’m digging it

dan being the little shit he is just laughs all the time

“stop freaking out!” stressy dan is still here despite having the opposite role

they did two attempts and won them both wow

they high fived yes for more skin to skin contact

phil is reeeealllly making up for lost time by shamelessly staring at dan

like seriously that was at least a solid six seconds of him staring

oh and more glances

i get it you’re in love

“kept calm under presh”

more staring seriously phil are you aware the camera is still rolling

“i hate to alarm you phil but what is your catchphrase on this gaming channel?”

*awkward silence whilst phil realises he’s being spoken to thus has to tear his gaze away*


*resumes staring*

seriously what is with him today subtlety ain’t in his vocabulary

p h i l i get it you’re in love

oh now dan’s at it

dan just got super close to the camera and did that creepy smile he has i was unnerved

“i’m frickin terrified as diddly heck”

they’re back on their own sides balance in the universe has been destroyed do you reckon they’re as insistent about which side of the bed they sleep on

side profile dan is back welcome back old friend i missed you

i thought he dabbed for a second but it’s okay he didn’t

they’re determined as fuck but i can already see dan’s stressing

yep there’s the hurry up hand gestures

“i’m going to explode…. literally” because of the intensity or because he can’t stare at phil i don’t even know anymore u decide

dan’s eyes just got really really wide they were like bulging

“is the button yellow?” “no it’s blue i told you it’s blue!” welcome back stressy phil i hope you had a nice break

phil’s little “ooh” is so cute i want it as my ringtone

“we did it? oh christ”

stressy dan is really coming out to play in this symbols puzzle isn’t he

phil’s expressive hand gestures aka he’s beginning to panic too

dan’s doing some kind of gang sign okay boy you do you

aaaaand there’s the deafening dan scream for this video i can’t believe we lasted a whole 17 minutes and 40 seconds without one

rip headphone users it was nice knowing you

stressy dan has never been more present

phil is surprisingly calm(er)

“dan come on” all of us all the time

oooooh they couldn’t last five minutes without a quick glance at one another could they jfc get a room

they managed with three seconds to spare

phil is giggly and dan is….. well, dan

dramatic as ever my little actor that never was

phil initiates skin to skin contact again why am i not surprised anymore

“i was winding you up” dan says as he adds flames on top of himself in editing i am nodding furiously

the camera pans back out and phil’s hood is up who even is he

“we could have died!” “but we didn’t” *dan adds a halo above his head aka can’t relate*

“see if i worked in bomb disposal, i’d be cheeky like that” your colleagues would throw a bomb in bed with you

“i’d be like ooh what’s the timer steve???” the danxsteve fic coming atcha real soon

dan’s in an obnoxiously good mood now he has won a game and can freely stare at phil again

“we could be bomb disposal experts” again expect the fic coming atcha real soon

“what you just saw was two nerds that grew up playing puzzle games that have a psychic connection because they have no other friends defusing bombs” they literally said they go to escape rooms for their friends birthdays but alright i’ll take the exclusivity

they’re considering coming back in hard mode YES I NEED THIS

again i could have made the obvious joke there but i didn’t

let them know how you felt throughout that video type out long essays i dare you

“subscribe if you’re happy you didn’t explode”

“if you want to see us do that more challenging version where we might blow up… or not 'cause we’re the best… disposers ever”

“subscribe to us, have a good day, don’t explode” the best advice comes in threes



Moon, Stars, and Sun

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1,577

Request: Yes.  -Leave requests here

Warnings: none my sensitive loves

Summary: Anon asked:  can you do a reid x reader where the reader has a son from when she was raped and her and spence have been dating a while and the biological father is dead and she asks spencer what to tell her son when he starts asking about who his dad is and spencer sees it as the perfect time to propose since he was planning on it anyway and the next day, emily sees the ring and freaks out with joy and tells garcia and jj and the rest of the team?

Originally posted by bau-obsessed

You curled your knees up to your chest, hugging yourself tight.  You had just gotten off the phone with Hotch, and he broke the news that Daniel Gunther, the father of your child, was dead.  He died that evening in his prison cell, and although you were relieved that your rapist was gone for good, you couldn’t help but wonder what this meant for Charlie, your son.  He was the moon, stars, and sun in your eyes and you didn’t know what you were ever going to tell him when he asked who his father was.  

Although he wasn’t old enough to understand much about it yet, you knew he would eventually ask who his real father was, since you met Spencer well after he was born.  He was bound to know that he wasn’t his real dad.

Sighing, you turned the TV on in Spencer’s bedroom.  You had moved there with Charlie a few months back since you’ve been dating for a while.  To your relief, both of the men in your life loved each other immensely, and that just gave you a truly warm feeling in your heart anytime you thought about either of them.  Spencer may not be his dad, but he was the perfect father, and that is all you could ask for.

You uncurled your legs and stretched them out in front of you on the bed, focusing your attention back to the TV.

“He’s finally asleep,” you heard a soft voice say from the door.  You looked over to see Spencer entering the room and your heart skipped a beat, the love you had for the man evident every time you saw him.  “That kid has got so much energy.”

“I know.  It’s a miracle when you get him to bed any earlier than midnight,” you said.  Your voice was softer than it usually was, and Spencer could tell.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, sitting on the bed next to you.

You shook your head and turned off the TV.  “I just got a call from Hotch.  Daniel’s dead.”

Spencer’s eyes widened slightly at the news.  “When?”

“This evening.  They found him dead in his cell.  The guards think it was a suicide,” you replied, looking down at your hands folded in your lap.

“Wow,” was all he said.  After a few moments of silence, he grabbed your hands and you looked up at him.  “What’s the problem?” he asked gently.

“Charlie.  His dad is dead.  What do I tell him?” you asked.

“Well, you don’t have to tell him anything right now.”

“But he’ll start asking questions, Spence.  He knows you aren’t his actual dad and he’ll want to know about him.  I’ve tried to come up with a million lies to tell him about his dad, and I know that when the time comes, I won’t have the strength to lie to him,” you said.  You surprisingly weren’t crying.  Your voice was soft but rushed.  He knew you were trying to be strong for your son.  That you would do anything for him.  And right now, in that moment, he knew he would do the same.  Charlie was moon, sun, and stars in his eyes, too, and looking at you in that moment, with your hair unwashed and wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties, he knew you and Charlie were going to be a part of him for the rest of his life.  

“Stay here for just a second,” he said to you, getting up and walking out the door.  You had no clue what he was doing, but you watched him walk out the door and waited until he returned moments later, with a hand behind his back.  You narrowed your eyes at him as he sat in front of you on the bed, cross legged, his crazy mismatched socks touching your own bare feet.

“I get that you’re scared about Charlie, but the truth is, he’s a really strong kid.  There are plenty of things you can tell him about who his father was and what he did for a living, really the possibilities are endless.  But why don’t we wait until he is old enough to truly understand?  When he asks who his father is, just say it’s me.  Because as of right now, it is, isn’t it?  I mean you both live with me, and I love you both and I see us as a family, don’t you see us as a family?”

Tears were beginning to stream down your face as you nodded vigorously at him.  You did see the three of you as a family.

“And I think the best way to secure that picture,” he said, bringing forward his hidden hand.  He was holding a small red velvet box.  “Is to ask you this question.”  His voice was shaking, as was his hands as it opened the box to reveal the radiant cut diamond ring.  You brought your hand to your mouth, hiding your shy smile.  “Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N.  Make me the luckiest and happiest man on earth by allowing me to be in you and your son’s lives for the rest of mine.  Will you marry me?”  Tears began to fall from his eyes, too.  You looked at the ring, small and delicate, but bright and beautiful.  All you could manage was more nodding and a choked out yes.

The smile on Spencer’s face was priceless.  In a hurry, he took the ring out of its box and put it on your finger, holding onto your shaking hands with his.

“I love you so much, Spence,” you said through the happiest tears you’ve ever cried.

“I love you, too, y/n,” he replies in a croaky voice.  He pulled you into his arms, enveloping your body in his.  And that night, without the words, Spencer showed you just how much he loved you.

“Briefing in five,” JJ said, passing by your desk that Monday.  You and Spencer kept quiet over the weekend, keeping the news of your engagement to yourselves and Charlie.  Going into the bullpen that day, you managed to keep your left hand occupied as not to notify anyone of your news just yet.

“Hey, y/n.  I heard about Daniel,” Prentiss said, coming up to your desk.

“Yeah,” is all you said.  I mean, what could you say.  Without thinking, you ran your hand through your hair, flashing your ring to a gaping Emily.

“Um, what is that?” she asked.  You quickly hid your hand behind your head.

“What is what?” you asked nervously, pretending to scratch.  For a profiler, you were bad at lying.  Emily grabbed your hand and pulled it to her, eyes widening at the diamond upon your finger.

“Oh.  My.  God!” she yelled just as Garcia walked by.

“What are you screaming about that I am not included in?” she asked.  Emily shoved your hand out to let Garcia get a good look at it.  “Oh my god!” she said, grabbing your hand too.

“Guys, please,” you said grinning.  “We need to get ready for the briefing.”

“When did this happen?” Emily asked with a smile.

“Friday night.  He said he was going to do it later this month but he just couldn’t help it I guess,” you told them, grinning even bigger.  

“Aww.  My heart is so happy for you two,” Garcia said.  Her eyes were still on your ring, probably calculating how much money it costed.

“Am I interrupting something little ladies?” Morgan said as he walked up to the group.  Penelope grabbed your hand and stuck it out to him.

“Reid proposed Friday.  You’re boy didn’t even tell you, did he?” she asked him with a smirk.

“Guys, we need to- oh my god,” JJ said.  “Did Spence propose?”

“Well, I guess the cat is just totally out of the bag,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“What are you guys talking about?” Everyone turned their heads to Spencer, sitting at his desk with a fresh cup of coffee, oblivious.

Gingerly, you hold up your hand to flash the ring to him.  He pressed his lips together in obvious embarrassment.  You shot him a look of apology as you knew he wanted to be the one to tell everyone.

“How did you propose to your girl without telling me?” Morgan asked, but he was still smiling.

“Guys,” you all heard Hotch from the briefing room.  With that one word, everyone straightened up and made their way to the room where him and Rossi were waiting.

“JJ, mind telling me why all of you are late?” Hotch asked, handing out the files for her in frustration.

“Pretty boy asked y/n to marry him,” Morgan answered for her.  That made Hotch look over at you and Spencer in surprise.

You shrugged and held up your hand once again to show David and Hotch the diamond.

“Well, I say that as soon as this investigation is closed, we celebrate with a few drinks and dinner,” Emily said taking a seat.

“Congrats,” is all Hotch said to you two, but you could see the hint of a smile on his lips.

“I’m buying,” Rossi added before turning to the board to listen to JJ for the briefing.  You looked over at Spencer with a wide smile, and he smiled back at you, grabbing your hand across the table to hold.

You were absolutely the happiest woman on earth.

at the museum

Sterek fic inspired by the last minute or so of this ridiculous video (it has subtitles if you wanna watch it).

Of course the first time Stiles sees Derek Hale since high school just has to be on the day he’s finally gotten Lydia from Marketing to agree to go out with him. That’s how the universe works, apparently, always giving Stiles the shittiest luck.

They’re at the Beacon Hills Museum, because he thought that would be something she’d like and it’s definitely something he likes, only it’s looking like he thought wrong. In fact, he’s pretty sure she’s covertly reading an ebook on her phone while Stiles is geeking out over the exhibits.

It happens when Stiles has finally given up on the museum part of this date and taken Lydia downstairs to the food court. She’s just declared that on her diet she can’t eat anything on this menu, and Stiles has just seen his chances of landing a second date dropping dangerously close to zero, and that’s when he looks over and spots Derek standing a few feet away, arm in arm with a hot girl, all dimples and glossy brunette curls and a jawline sharp enough to rival Derek’s.

Of course Derek would have a hot girlfriend while Stiles is utterly failing at the first date he’s been on in six months, and of course Derek would happen to show up here and rub it in Stiles’ face. Of course.

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2.1 out of 5.0  [part one]

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: Black Mirror Nosedive AU, Smut {angst in later parts}
Warnings: exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk
Summary: You were a 4.9 and he was a 2.1, and that fact alone should have made you realize that the two of you were never meant to be. But as the saying goes, “the heart wants what it wants”.
Word Count: 10k

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Too Right To Be Wrong [Chapter 1]

New Series!!! Request by an awesome anon that inspired me to turn it into a series :) hope you guys enjoy!

Series Genre: Angst/Smut/Fluff

Originally posted by myjaebutt

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anonymous asked:

phil lester vs. praying mantis or pranking dan with chilli gummy bears? the debate starts now

theyre both so good but u know i gotta pick phil lester vs. praying mantis.. u know i gotta. that video was uploaded in 2015 aka one of the best years ever and it was a really intimate video cuz it was filmed later at night during their semi secret double date trip to greece with wirrow and bryony. some of the best highlights were their high pitched screaming throughout the entire video and bryony laughing in the background and phil wearing shorts and just looking really fucken good and when phil named the praying mantis winston and holding the glass up to his face when he caught it and how the glass made his face look all funny and distorted and how he changed his twitter profile pic to it later and when dan said “oh my god if it flies back in here i’m disowning you” and then at the end when dan zoomed in on phil’s face and they both said try new things in perfect synchronization :’’)

Instagram DM's || Jack Maynard

Originally posted by conorshickey

Requests are currently [ OPEN

Word Count: 1.2k+

Summary: Jack exposes (Y/N)’s instagram DM’s for a video and doesn’t exactly like what he finds. 

Dedicated to: the anon who requested this!!xo

“Well hello everybody and welcome to today’s video!” Jack opens his arms and smiles widely at the camera as (Y/N) makes a face at Conor, who’s stood behind the camera and making obscene gestures with his body. “Today I’m joined with my girlfriend, (Y/N), who seems a little distracted right now..”

Looking over at her boyfriend, she shakes her head and laughs. “Yeah, your brother’s trying to insinuate that this is gonna turn into a porno.”

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Joe Sugg Imagine || Photograph ||

Anonymous said:

Yow! I love your writings so much 💖 I was wondering maybe you could do one with either Joe or Caspar (whoever you want!) where you two are really close friends and you go to VidCon together like on the plane or something and you two did something really cute and fluffy and some viewers took pics and after that rumors spread that you’re dating and your social media sites went crazy. Sorry if it’s too specific. Depends on you if you’d do it or not! Cheers, thanks love 💕

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“I hate flying so much.” You nervously played with your seatbelt in attempts not to bite your nails. It wasn’t that you hadn’t flown much before, because you had for VidCon, PlayList and of course random holidays, you just got incredibly nervous flying over the large Atlantic Ocean… But then again, you had the bad habit of watching plane crash documentaries on YouTube. So in reality you brought it on yourself.

“Oh calm down you nervous butt!” Joe said seeing you being twitchy as the plane continued to load passengers. “I’m calm!” You said sharply, looking at him, watching him shove his bag into the overhead bin. “Uh huh and I’m the King of England.” He rolled his eyes, his tone dripping of sarcasm.
“Your Highness.” You said in a swift and equally sarcasm tone, giving him a little bow from your seat.

“Jerk.” Joe sat down beside you, clicking his belt together. “Made you stop thinking about flying for a minute though, didn’t I?” He raised an eyebrow and grinned.

“I might have…” You nodded, “you’re welcome.” Joe winked at you.

Having been the best of friends for years, you were glad of all people to be sitting next to you on this flight, that it was Joe.

“VidCon!!” Caspar said walking down the aisle of the plane and several other YouTubers in the cabin cheered.
You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, trying not to laugh at this foolishness. “Look at him, he’s growing up so quick.” Joe remarked, “I know, one minute you’re adopting them from South Africa… Next time you blink … They’re all grown.” You sniffed, pretending to wipe a tear away.

Joe shaking his head, was laughing.

The plane finished loading, and you took off, watching as the ground got farther and farther away, you turned your attention to the monitor on the back of the seat in front of you.

“Good old stop over in Atlanta.” Joe said as he put his headphones on, putting down his tray table and dragging out his MacBook, opening it up. “I love Atlanta.” You admitted, your iPad resting on your lap, as you listened to a  SourceFed Podcast…

The flight was a good few hours in, you left early in the morning from Heathrow and the sky was still dark, you were okay for the longest time but then you started feeling your nervousness creeping back up on you, you looked to Joe who was in a half daze, falling asleep.

You tried to look away before he noticed you were staring at him, but he noticed. “You okay?” He asked, you just shook your head a little bit, “come on… You’re okay.” He assured, sitting up in his seat, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close into him, rubbing his hand up and down your arm slowly. “Just sleep… Sleep, like I am and the next time you know we’ll be preparing for landing in America.” He kissed the top of your head.

“I don’t think I’m gonna fall asleep.” You said leaning your head against him, closing your eyes none the less.
“I wont let anything happen to you, you’re alright.” He promised, still rubbing your arm gently, you held your eyes closed, zoning out that you were on a very large flying piece of metal over the ocean.

Eventually you did drift off into a sleep… As did Joe, still holding you, he rested his head atop yours and drifted off to sleep.

Caspar peaking over the seats, noticed the two of you snuggled up to each other, holding up his phone he snapped a few pictures, feeling the need to have some fun on the long flight, he turned back around in his seat.

Opening Twitter, he attached the picture and wrote ’#CoupleGoals’ before sending it off into the world wide web.

“So glad I paid for the WiFi.” He grinned to himself.

Within minutes of him posting that photograph, viewers went wild, retweeting and at replying Caspar, tweeting both you and Joe about it.

There had always been massive speculations Joe and you were secretly dating and keeping it hidden from everyone, so Caspar decided to add some fuel to the fire…

Standing at your gate for your next plane in Atlanta you connected to the WiFi and watched your Twitter notifications go insane. “Whoa.” You were surprised, they usually weren’t that bad.

“I know.” Joe said confused, noticing the same thing about his own profile.

“Oh my god.” You seen all these people freaking out about Joe and you being together, that you guys were finally coming out as a couple, people squealing in excitement via written text.

“What did I miss?” You asked seriously, looking at Joe who looked equally confused.

“Hi love birds.” Caspar joined them, giving a little wave, holding back a smirk.

“Caspar!” You exclaimed, “what did you do?!” You asked quickly.

“Nothing, just maybe… Posted a picture or two of you guys cuddling on the plane.” He said innocently.

“Caspar!” Joe exclaimed now, “are you insane? (Y/N) and I aren’t dating!” He ran his fingers quickly through his hair.

“Hashtag couple goals?!” You snapped at Caspar.

“Well….” Caspar said still pulling the innocent tone, but the look on his face was evil.

“I mean, at least now you’ll have something to talk about in your panel, right?” He pointed out, “see I made you interesting. You’re welcome!” He clapped.

“I’m going to kill you.” You said quickly, taking off your backpack…

Sprodger || Sugg (S.F)

Originally posted by sugglettxxunicorn

Requests are currently [ OPEN ]

Word Count: 1039

Summary: This is a (S.F) which means Sister Fic, so (Y/N) is the chosen boys sister instead of their partner, yano? (Y/N) has Tinder, and Joe manages to convince her to let him expose it for s video, like the one’s he and Zoe have done in the past. 

Dedicated to: My big brothers bestfriend, for calling me Spodger since I was four and for still calling me that to this day. Luke, I hate you xo 

“Hello everyone and welcome to another Sugg Sunday special! Today I’m joined with my little sprodger, (Y/N).”

“Sprodger? What the hell Joe?” Laughing, (Y/N) shoves him a little but her strength is hardly anything compared to his. “God I can’t believe I agreed to this.”

“Oh, we haven’t even started yet and you’re already regretting it? This is exciting.” Joe chuckles, rubbing his hands together and wiggling his eyebrows at the camera. “So today, as you can tell by the title, I am going to be reacting to (Y/N)’s Tinder profile.”

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What could happen if the spoilers for 5x20 are accurate and there is flashback sex in 4.5. I’ve been writing this since last night so part of my reason for my reflective post today.

Thanks so much to @almondblossomme as this story came out of our conversation and she was kind enough to proof this for me. Also available on AO3.

July 2016

Clang, clang, clang

Felicity had tried focusing on her work, she had tried headphones but short of actually leaving the lair she could not ignore the beautiful sight that was Oliver Queen on the salmon ladder, shirtless. The man was dripping in sweat. What was he trying to do to her??

Oliver tried to hide his smirk he knew exactly what watching him on the salmon ladder did to Felicity. Otherwise, he would at least put a shirt on. But she always looks so sad, she tries to hide it but he knows her. How he wishes he could help her but that clearly isn’t his place anymore as the ex-fiancee. He jumps down, towels himself off, as he wipes the towel over his face he sneaks a peek and yes Felicity is watching.

Felicity can’t help but think how nice it would be just have that. She knows Oliver would never refuse her and maybe it would help her forget, just for a little while. She quickly shook her head, she didn’t deserve to forget. She was a murderer. She should be punished. She had even considered turning herself in - but she quickly realized that it also put Oliver at risk and she could never do that.

So lost in thought she didn’t hear Oliver come up on the landing in his Arrow suit.

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bc @blanket-fictions complained about a lack of neji and @okashiras asked about sakura’s pov in all of this

like most monday nights, sakura found herself out with ino, a pitcher of sangria between them as they talked smack and vented and did what they did. on this particular evening, ino insisted sakura open tinder, the dating app she’d forced her to download nearly a month ago, so that they could look at some of the profiles together.

“but this is dumb,” sakura complained.

“what’s dumb?”

looking up, sakura and ino found tenten already sitting at their table. behind her, neji was slowly approaching. “honestly, tenten, there’s a cocktail bar some blocks from here that i’ve heard great things about,” neji muttered, eyeing the little spills on the table that sakura and ino had made with utter disdain.

“what’s the matter, neji?” ino asked. “this place not good enough for your prissy ass?”

“now, now,” tenten interrupted, “leave my boyfriend’s ass out of this.”

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New Job

Chapter 3
“Not Too Insane For You“


Word Count: 3.7K

Beta: @trexrambling (BIG TIME LOVE YOU DOLLFACE!! <3)


[be safe, dear readers!]

Summary: Sam’s big interview at the Mandrel Institute for Behavioral Health and Wellness is today and it goes down in an…interesting way.

A/N: The next two chapters are gonna be more insight to how Sam and Reader got to where they will eventually end up. Thanks for all the love and support everyone has sent me these last few days! I love y’all <3

Sam swore his heart rate was at least 200. He could hear the pumping of blood in his ears as his heartbeat refused to slow down. He also noticed he was starting to sweat a little bit. Why am I so damn nervous? He didn’t remember being this much of an internal wreck when he did his final interviews before graduation. He willed himself to take deep breaths to try and calm his pounding heart. He had to at least appear like he was collectively cool before meeting with these people. He needed this job.

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Steve Rogers X Reader: Pre-Wedding Stress

Female reader request I got from an anon a looooong time ago. It’ll be made into two or three parts under the hashtag “#pre-wedding stress” bc I’m lazy. Just click the search thing on my profile :)

Notes: mild swearing

“It’s not working!” Y/N shrieked as she hung up the phone and wiped her forehead. It was a month before her wedding to Steve, and she was stressed.

Meanwhile, Steve was going through the same problem.

“Bucky! What if the suit doesn’t fit? Oh god, what am I going to do?

Bucky rolled his eyes, glaring at Sam who was stress-eating doughnuts.

“Steve, we bought it yesterday. The wedding’s in a month, you’re fine.

“Yeah, but we got our suits two months ago. What if they don’t fit?” Sam asked, looking worriedly at Bucky. The man sighed, plopping down on the bed as Steve paced back and forth.


“Okay, so I got the extra shoes…” Shuri burst into the kitchen, carefully holding a bag of white shoes.

And what she saw terrified her.

Y/N was a snivelling, nervous heap. There was food all over the counter, unwrapped and wrapped, a large, hand shaped hole in the wall and a chair was on the floor. Storm made a face of desperation as she held Y/N in her arms.

“What if they don’t fit?”

“They’ll fi-”

Steve, Sam and Bucky chose that moment to burst into the kitchen.

“The tie doesn’t fit!

“They’re overreacting, Shuri I trie-”

“I’m out of-”

“Get Y/N a tissue!

”What if the dress doesn’t-”


Everyone stared at Shuri in shock. She set down the shoes, then glared at everyone.

“Steve, ties don’t ‘not fit’. Get Tony to do it. Sam, stop stressing and eat something else. Bucky, calm down and sleep.“

The three men nodded slowly, each scrambling off to their respective places.

“Good luck, honey,” Ororo whispered to Y/N as she too left.

“Oh boy…”


“Steve, what are you doing?”

The night sky was a stark contrast amongst the millions of stars that dotted it. Below a small canopy, there was a blanket.

“Trying not to stress. Come on,” Steve said, patting the ground next to him.

Y/N sighed happily, cuddling into Steve as she sat down. She wrapped the sweater around herself as she looked up at her soon-to-be-husband.

“What are you looking at, Y/N?” Steve asked, smiling down at her gently as he put a hand on her face.

Y/N smiled. “I’m just thinking how happy I am that I got to meet you.”


The two turned around warily. Clint and Natasha sheepishly smiled, putting their hands up.

“Sorry. It was too cute.”



“What the heck do you mean the dress doesn’t fit?”

“I mean that it’s a little bit stuck,” You said through gritted teeth. You had been doing a little bit of pre-wedding-stress-eating, but that didn’t seem to be the problem.

The problem was that the zip was stuck.

“Rub a candle on it!” Storm suggested. You and Shuri turned to look at her, confused.

“A candle?”

Storm nodded, grabbing one from the table. She rubbed the wax against the zip.

“Try it now,” she said. Taking a deep breath, Shuri pulled the zip up. You let out a contented sigh as the dress tightened slightly.

“Thank you so much, Storm!”


You sighed, satisfied. The wedding was a success, despite the slight slip up in words from Steve. Who even confused "ring” with “slug”?

You looked up, smiling as you saw your husband talking with your mother.


The word seemed alien on your tongue. It sent you into happier thoughts, and memories.


“Hey, Y/N? The wedding’s almost over. You want to head home?”

You looked up, realising everyone had left, and the cleaners were there. Nodding, you took Steve’s hand.

Lmao my writing’s improved a TON! I’m so sorry it took so long to get these out! I’m trying, honestly I am. More should be out soon! And part 2 of this will be out next week bc I have a lot to catch up on!