okay i still recoiled at this

Yall know the drill. 5 miles, BNHA episode recap

  • Every single one of my Group Project With Terrible Group Members anxieties was on fire within 30 seconds of this episode
  • Me, quietly, under my breath: Clearly Deku is trying to do the work it’s his partner who’s not helping tell the teacher Deku deserves an A its not his fault hes in a shitty group.
  • For real this is almost a tongue-in-cheek commentary on schools handling bullying. Turns to the person clearly only being victimized who’s done nothing wrong. “Now I think you BOTH need to work on your get-along skills hmmm?”
  • They sure like to name episodes as “[Character name]: Origin”
  • I really like how Shonen Logic:tm: works where characters can be smashed through buildings and be fine, but Bakugou whapping Deku in the nose with his stupid gauntlet leaves Deku wincing on the ground.
  • and by “really like” i mean “im really fucking hurt. Deku looked so hurt he didnt deserve that”
  • Look at him. Look at him he didnt deserve that. Someone please kick Bakugou’s ass.
  • Status update: the rest of the episode is All Might kicking Bakugou’s ass. Nice. Prick.
  • Bakugou: [yells]
    Deku: [yelling] stop yelling!
  • All Might proceeds to shut Bakugou up. Nice All Might good job listening.
  • I’m so happy for All Might. He’s having the best time being a villain. You know he’s giggling like a five year old on the inside you know it. He gets to just break shit and be evil. I love it.
  • [Obligatory Sans Undertale joke]
  • That’s not even hyperbole Bakugou got his breakfast beaten right out of him RIP Bakugou yikes
  • NGL the changing angle made it look for a moment like All Might impaled Deku with that fence and like….little dark, All Might.
  • “You will be my successor Midoriya when I pass the torch on oh shit fuck right you needed those internal organs. Ive lived without mine so long I forgot they were there. My bad. ……Should I move the fence?”
  • Bakugou: “I’m going to beat All Might with my own two fists!”
    All Might:
    -punches Bakugou’s breakfast right out of him-
    Bakugou: “Never mind!!!! Turns out I suck!!! Test canceled!!! I quit!!!”
  • Deku: -slugs Bakugou- listen u shit I’m not throwing away my A for this.
  • “We still have to fight All Might!!” Okay Vomit-Mouth.
  • Poor Deku, for the whole alley scene. Bakugou’s just fucking screaming at him 2.5 inches away and Bakugou won’t wipe his damn mouth like damn at least pop a breath mint or something if youre gonna harrass Deku point-blank like that it’s gross.
  • Deku: “Finally, with Bakugou’s gauntlet I can use a quirk without breaking my own arm.”
    Deku: -breaks his arm from the recoil-
    Deku: “Oh fucking come on”
  • I love Bakugou just blast-zooming through the air while he and Deku talk it’s like those long-ass Naruto scenes where they hop 2945 feet between branches. Except poor Deku’s gotta like, actually run. Offer him a ride Bakugou you animal.
  • Deku: “That gate’s fucking kawaii and I’m kinda insulted considering how I’ve been nearly killed to death like four times in this thing but okay whatever.”
  • DORK


  • Bakugou: -uses his quirk to fucking launch Deku toward the goal like a sack of potatoes-
    me, thinking back to the physical tests of season 1: Haha call back.
  • this is physically painful to watch im like upset
  • theyre kids theyre just kids leave them a l o n e
  • also Bakugou trying to bite All Might’s hand as a last ditch effort is just….real sad? It hurts? This all hurts?
  • Im glad Deku punched All Might he was being a real jackass today.
  • Recovery Girl, for the 19375th time: “The absolute fucking shit I put up with because of you people”

undead0relived  asked:

more pta sans please, its to die for, thank you and have a nice day~

Well, since you asked so nicely…

Sans: *sits there, tears rolling down his skull*

Toriel: Sans… Sans please. You don’t have to do this.

Sans: no…. I have to. It has to be done. *looks up to the ceiling* dad…? i love you. more than anything…. and i’d hate to do this but… *begins to cry* there’s just no other option!

*the rest of the PTA watch from a distance, not believing their eyes*

Sans: *tears a hole into time and space to access the Void* i’m sorry dad! i’m so sorry! *throw’s Helen’s lemon squares into the Void*

Gaster: *recoils in horror* Son! How could you do this to me! I thought you loved me!

Sans: father! i do! i still do, but the universe just can’t take it!

Gaster: NOOOOOO! *slowly begins to melt away into nothingness*

Sans: *sobbing hard*



Linda: *notices that Sans is strangely absent from the PTA meeting and that it’s just Toriel* *sighs in relief*

Toriel: *smiles politely* So, where shall we start?

Linda: Well, I was thinking, for the upcoming sports season, we should separate the boys and the girls, as well as separating the monsters and humans.

Toriel: But that is so costly, as well as unnecessary.

Linda: Well it will have to do, Toriel. We can’t go around forcefully mixing these two races! It’s just not fair to the humans.

Toriel: Now Sans and I think that-

Linda: Sans isn’t here right now, so it doesn’t matter what he thinks! He’s the idiot who doesn’t believe in mandatory gluten free lunches! And thank god he decided to miss out on-

Toriel: Ah ah, not so fast. *pulls Sans out of her inventory*

Sans: heard you were talkin’ shit, bitch.

Linda: OH MY WORD-

Sans: fuck your word, your gluten free lunches, your racism, and you.


Helen: So yes, I do think vaccinations should not be mandatory.

Sans: well, come on. we have to keep our kids safe. vaccinations will prevent disease.

Helen: *pinches the bridge of her nose* Sans, you wouldn’t understand. You don’t have a child.

Sans: whoa whoa- excuse me?!

Helen: Frisk is human. You’re a monster. And besides, you don’t even have a position here. You’re just filling in for Toriel, who is a teacher

Sans: *opens his mouth*

Helen: If she wasn’t a teacher, we wouldn’t even have her at these meetings. I don’t see why we still continue to let her, though. She’s the only monster in this school, filling our children’s heads with nonsense. She needs to be fired.

Sans: *clamps his mouth shut, just gritting his teeth*

Helen: Anyways, back to what I was saying-

*1 week later*

Fiona: *head of the PTA* And I am sad to announce I will be retiring from my position as head if the PTA. However, we have been able to fill in positions that had been previously absent! Monsters, as well!

Helen:….. What?

Fiona: Allow me to introduce Undyne, the Athletics coach for both boys AND girls!

Undyne: *bursts in* Hell yeah! With me on board, we’re gonna win EVERY game!

Fiona: Mettaton as the drama teacher.

Mettaton: *comes in, posing* Truly there is no finer choice!

Fiona: Alphys, our new nurse!

Alphys: *politely sitting in a chair* H-hi…

Fiona: Gaster, our new physics teacher.

Gaster: *appears* My son built a machine to drag me out of the void just for this. Oho, I’m gonna vaccinate soooo many of your children.

Fiona: And Papyrus, our head booster mom.

Papyrus: I can’t wait to start our first fundraiser! We will sell ALL the cookie dough!

Helen: *gawks* *turns to Sans* You enlisted your entire family?!

Sans: *only chuckles*

Helen: Toriel put you up to this, didn’t she? I will speak to the head of the PTA about this!

Sans: *his chuckles turn into a low and deep laugh, before transforming into a horrifying cackle, slowly growing louder and louder as he laughed evilly* *the lights go out, his sockets go dark, vast pits and a maniacal grin is spread across is skull* *his next words are spoken in a empty, haunting tone* Toriel IS head of the PTA.

Have a nice day~
Shawn Mendes Blurb - Sick

Shawn’s POV

     I woke up to my alarm clock beeping. I lazily opened my eyes and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of them before turning off my alarm. I stretched and yawned, looking at the other side of my bed. Y/n was still asleep, cheeks flushed, curled up into a ball. I have a press conference in an hour and a half, so I get up to take a shower and eat breakfast. I then go back to my room to get ready. 

     I see y/n still asleep, so I decide to let her sleep and leave her a note for when she wakes up. ‘Morning, babe! I went to a press conference, but I should be back around 12. Breakfast is in the fridge. Love you xoxo.’  I put it on our bedside table before softly kissing the top of her head and leaving.

*A few hours later*

     After my press conference, I grab some coffee at Starbucks before heading home. I unlock the front door and open it, kicking off my shoes. “Babe? I’m home,” I exclaim, putting the coffee down on the kitchen table. No answer. I walk into the living room, expecting to see her sitting on the couch. My eyebrows furrow, and I start up the stairs. “Babe?” I call again. Still no answer.

     I open the door to our room and walk in, surprised to see her still lying in bed, fast asleep. That’s weird. She never sleeps this late. I walk over to our bed and pull back the covers. “Y/n? Babe?” I say, lightly shaking her. She groans, eyes still closed. I sigh, “Y/n? Wake up.” I see her eyes slowly open. I frown when I see that they’re glassy with fever.

     “Shawn?” she croaks, painfully, making me wince. “Yeah, sweetie, it’s me. Do you feel okay?” I reply, moving her hair out of her face. My heart breaks when she shakes her head no. “What hurts?” I ask softly, kneeling beside her. “Everything. My throat hurts, my head is killing me, my nose is runny, and I’m sore. Everywhere,” she groans, resting her head against my arm. I immediately recoil.

     “Baby, you’re burning up. Like really burning up,” I say, voice laced with concern as I go to get a thermometer. I come back and stick it in her mouth, stroking her hair as I wait for it to beep. When it finally does, I take it out of her mouth, jaw dropping as I read it. “103.1. Baby, that’s really high. If it gets any higher, I might have to take you to the doctors,” I say, but she shakes her head. “I don’t want to go to the doctors. I’m fine,” she says, trying to sit up. “No, you’re not,” I reply, laying her back down.

     “I’m going to go get some medicine. Just sit tight,” I say, getting up and heading to the bathroom. I grab some water, medicine, and a wet washcloth and bring it back to her. After she takes the medicine, I put the washcloth on her forehead and start to climb in bed. Her hands reach out to stop me. “No, Shawn, I don’t want you to get sick,” she says, voice barely at a whisper, “You have a lot of important things you need to do.”

     I sigh and climb in anyways, wrapping my arms around her. “Baby, I’m not going to get sick. I was sick with the same thing a couple of weeks ago. Remember?” I whisper. I feel her nod as she finally accepts my embrace, melting into me. I graze my fingertips up and down her arm and hear her breathing even out. “Sleep well, baby,” I whisper, kissing her head and falling asleep myself.

i want to hold your hand

this is dedicated to @losvers-club since he requested angsty stenbrough and who am i to deny that? [based on this ask]

it was around the midpoint of their sophomore year of high school when stan began to notice bill in a different light. he began to notice how his eyes seemed to change color when sunlight reflected off of them; how he would smile endearingly when any of the losers, though mostly richie, did something stupid; how his stutter had gotten so much better, only getting really bad when he had to present in front of a group or if he was nervous. he also noticed a change in his reactions to bill. his heart would skip a beat when he smiled and how he would blush whenever bill touched him.

then stan began to notice how much time bill spent with beverly. he didn’t think much about it at first because bill is nice to everyone, but then stan noticed that bill looked at her like he looked at bill. he didn’t let himself dwell on the subject, but it’s hard to ignore the sting in his chest whenever bill talks to or about her.

school had just ended and he was talking with bill in the building’s main entrance. he listened attentively has bill talked animatedly about a new TV show he’d discovered that stan hadn’t heard of.

“y-you really sh-should- oh, h-hey! bev!” bill cut himself off in favor of calling out to their friend.

stan felt a pang of jealousy in his chest. beverly approached the pair and sat down next to bill, smiling wide, unaware that stan wished she was anywhere but here. he then mentally cursed at himself for being so irrational. it wasn’t beverly’s fault.

bill started to direct the conversation toward beverly. stan resisted the urge to roll his eyes and grabbed his things, standing up.

“where are you going, stan?” beverly asked and stan wished she hadn’t said anything.

bill looked at him curiously and stan looked away. 

“i forgot i have to ask richie about something,” he said, turning toward the courtyard. “i’ll see you guys later,” he added quickly.

he didn’t wait for a response before he headed out to the courtyard, hoping richie was still where he saw him last. he sighed in relief when he saw the familiar mop of black hair. 

richie was leaning against the brick wall of the school, and as stan got closer, he noticed he was leaning over someone. stan didn’t even have to look twice to know it was eddie. everyone, expect the short brunt, knew that richie had a major crush on him. and everyone, except the trashmouth, knew eddie liked him right back.

“oh, come on, eds!” he heard richie tease as he approached the pair.

“absolutely not. i’m never going anywhere alone with you. who knows what kind of trouble you’d get me in to!” eddie hissed.

richie just laughed and seemed to just now notice stan. “stanley! what brings you out here?”

“i need to talk to you.”

“what’s up?” richie asked, suddenly taking on a more serious demeanor. 

stan glanced at eddie. “alone.”

richie nodded and grabbed his backpack. he gave eddie a pinch on the cheek before walking off with stan.

“see you later, eds!” he called out as they headed out of the courtyard, blowing eddie a kiss.

“don’t call me eds!”

the two boys approached the bike rack and richie took the cigarette that was tucked behind his ear and lit it. stan smiled to himself. he knew richie never smoked around eddie because it irritated his lungs despite his asthma being a lie. he took a drag and looked at stan.

“so, stan the man,” he began. “what’s on your mind?”

“you are not allowed to tell anyone this, okay, richie? i trust you, but this includes eddie.”

richie held up his hand. “you have my word. scout’s honor.”

stan rolled his eyes but knew he was being truthful. “i have a crush on bill,” he admitted.

“whoa, hold on! stanley?! having feelings?!” the trashmouth exclaimed.

“beep beep, richie.”

“this is truly a once in a lifetime moment! hang on, i need to document this.”

richie pulled his phone out of his back pocket and threw his arm around stan’s neck, snapping a photo of stan’s annoyed face and richie’s big smile. 

“richie, i’m serious.”

he laughed. “i’m serious, too, stanley. but in all seriousness, you should ask him out! bill’s a good looking guy and i wouldn’t be surprised if someone beats you to it!”

richie ignored the nagging thought in the back of his mind: bill has a crush on beverly. he didn’t want to hurt his friend.

“don’t let eddie hear you say that,” stan teased.

the trashmouth laughed and put out his cigarette. he unlocked his bike and climbed on. “c’mon, stan the man. i’ll race you to the barrens.”


stan was only slightly panicking as he walked into courtyard after school ended. last night he’d given what richie said a lot of thought and after many hours of panicking and thinking, he decided that he’d ask bill out. he scanned the area for bill, spotting him by himself at a table toward the back. stan took a deep breath and approached the table.

“h-hey, stan,” bill said with a smile as he sat down.

“hey, bill,” stan returned, feeling a bit more nervous. “i, uh, i wanted to ask you something.”

“m-me too,” bill said, looking up to meet stan’s eyes.

stan felt his face warm up and his heart beat faster. endless possibilities were running through his head on what bill wanted to say.

“okay, you first then.”

bill smiled again. “i w-want to ask out beverly. i-i really like h-her b-but i don’t kn-know what t-t-to say to her. a-and it’s not like i’m going t-to ask r-richie for help and th-the rest of the l-losers probably wouldn’t be much help, well except m-maybe ben. and so i decided t-t-to ask you for help.”

stan stopped listening as soon as beverly was mentioned. it felt like he just got hit by a freight train. his heart twisted painfully as bill looked at him expectantly.


he ignored him his and stood up, rushing off to find richie and ignoring bill’s shouts. his nails dug in to the palm of his hands as he fought off the urge to cry.

“stan? are you okay?”

his head snapped up. beverly looked genuinely concerned and that just made him even more upset. he pushed past her, accidentally knocking into her should, but he didn’t apologize. stan regretted it as soon at it happened but he was too hurt, and angry, and upset to care.

stan pushed the main entrance doors open. he spotted richie by the bike racks, except he wasn’t alone. he was with eddie. and they were kissing.

he stared at them for a second. he felt a bitter pang of envy for the pair. stan cleared his throat and they broke apart, richie grinning while eddie’s face was bright red.

“hiya, stanley,” richie said, still grinning wide, obviously giddy from the kiss.

eddie looked at him with concern. “stan, are you okay? you look like you’re about to cry.”

“bill likes beverly,” he muttered simply. “i was going to ask him but then he asked me how he should ask her out.”

richie looked guilty. eddie looked between his friends, utterly confused. stan picked up instantly and glared at the taller of the two.

“listen, stan-”

“you knew! you asshole, you fucking knew and you told me to ask him out anyway! why didn’t you just tell me yourself! it would’ve saved me a lot of trouble,” stan snapped harshly.

richie recoiled slightly. eddie looked from his boyfriend to his friend, still confused but a bit irritated that stan was treating richie like this.

“stan, calm down.”

“do not tell me to calm down. this isn’t any of your business anyway,” stan growled.

he regretted the words instantly upon seeing the hurt look on eddie’s face.

“fuck, i’m sorry, eddie,” he apologized. he grabbed his bike from the rack. “i’m going home. if bill asks why i left, don’t tell him a thing.”


stan sat with ben in the library, silently reading a book he’d found earlier.

“are you and bill fighting?” ben asked finally.

stan looked up from his book. “what makes you think that?”

the other boy sighed. “well, you don’t seem to want to do anything when bill, bev, and richie are going to be around. i understand richie, but not so much bev and bill. and you’re closer to bill so i just assumed.”

stan placed his bookmark in the book and closed it.

“i like bill. a lot. i was going to ask him out but before i could he asked me advice on how to ask out beverly,” stan confessed. “i think i’m in love with him,” he choked up.

ben gave him a sympathetic smile. “i kind of figured. if i’m being honest, i always thought he liked you too. i’m really sorry, stanley.” he was quiet for a second. “i understand how you feel, though. i’m in love with beverly.”

stan returned his smile.


bill knew he wasn’t acting the same for the past week. he hadn’t seen stan since he asked him for advice on beverly. bill didn’t know what he did wrong but the look on stan’s face made his heart clench. he’d looked so hurt. he missed stan. he missed seeing him and talking to him and just being with him. 

stan didn’t come hang out with them at the barrens again today and bill would be lying if he said he wasn’t upset. the other losers had left, leaving him and beverly alone. 

“i-i can walk y-you home,” he offered. 

beverly smiled and followed him back up the path to the main road. they walked in silence. bill glanced at beverly quickly. 

“h-hey, bev? u-uh, can i ask you something?” bill asked. 

beverly looked at the stuttering boy beside her. “sure, bill. what’s up?”

bill took a deep breath and looked at her. “i w-was wondering i-if you want to go…..o-out……with….m-me,” he trailed off, words becoming softer, as he spotted stan walking in their direction. 

they made eye contact and stanley immediately turned around, causing a stabbing pain in bill’s heart. 

“i'm sorry, bill, but i only thing of you as a friend.” beverly glanced from bill to stan and sighed. “bill, how did it feel when stan started to avoid you?”

bill snapped back in to reality, a bit confused by her question. “u-uh, it hurt a lot. i missed h-hanging out with h-him and i-i don’t even kn-know why he was avoiding m-me. if i knew, i-i’d do something t-to change it.”

“how do you feel about stanley?”

“i like b-being around him and t-talking to him. i like seeing h-him everyday and being the first p-person to know a-anything happening in h-his life. i like h-how excited he g-gets when we-we’re out in the b-barrens and he spots a-a bird he h-hadn’t seen yet. i like l-listening to him when he t-tells me about n-new books he’s read. i like…him.”

beverly raised an eyebrow as bill came to the realization that he was in love with his best friend. 

“bev, i-i like him. i-i love him.”

beverly laughed. “well what’re you waiting for! go after him!” 

she pushed him forward and bill took off running in the direction stan had been walking. after what seemed like hours, he finally saw stan’s figure in the distance. 

“stan!” he shouted, running toward his friend. 

stan froze and turned around, mildly intimidated by bill running right at him. bill finally caught up to him and stopped to catch his breath. stanley moved to rush off but bill grabbed him by the wrist. 

“i-i have to tell you s-s-something.”

stan yanked his hand away and crossed his arms expectantly. 

“sh-she said n-no,” bill began. “i'm s-sorry i-i didn’t re-realize before. bev's g-great and all but w-who i really w-wanted was you.”

stan looked furious. “oh, so now i’m a consolation?! i don’t want your fucking pity, bill.”

bill looked hurt, and stan regretted snapping at him. 

“you’re not a consolation. you never could be. i was just too stupid to realize i like you. i like your sense of humor, your wit, your smarts. i like how you get excited over little things and i like how honest you are. i love you, stanley uris. i love you so goddamn much.”

stan was shocked. bill didn’t stutter once. bill looked at him nervously. he was about to say something when he felt stan’s lips crash against his. 

they broke apart and stan grinned. “you’re an idiot, bill denbrough. i love you, too.”

bill smiled back. he kissed stan again, lacing their fingers together. they laughed as they pulled away. 

“come on,” bill said quietly. “let me walk you home.”

stan laughed as bill pulled him forward. they walked side by side, hand in hand, laughing and smiling the whole way there.

No Control | Chapter Thirty-Six


Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

To read previous chapters, you can go here. 

*Please feel free to reblog and send feedback. It’s much appreciated :)*

*Gif is not mine.*

WARNING: Smut Ahead, Daddy Kink


I don’t hear from Harry again aside from a few texts until Wednesday. I have the day off, as usual, so I’ve taken the time to do some cleaning around the apartment. There’s a large pile of laundry in my room that’s been neglected, so I set to work on that as I’m brewing up some tea after I wake up. As I finish tossing the first load into the wash, I get a text from Harry, asking me if I’m free. He’s three hours ahead, so it’s already a little after noon there, and I wonder if he hasn’t gotten any meetings now.

I tell him I’m free and he immediately FaceTimes me. I know I look a bit of a mess having only woken half an hour earlier, only in my pyjamas, hair up in a messy bun, no makeup on, but I really couldn’t care less. I’m just excited to see his face pop up on my screen, looking a bit tired, but otherwise good, a wide smile on his face. 

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motel ‘97 - 08

➵ pairing: jungkook x reader  
➵ genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut.
➵ warning: violence, crude language, read at own risk.
➵ word count: 2.1K+

01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09,

“Jungkook.. Please..” You whimpered as you latched onto his arm. “You almost shot her are you fucking crazy?” He yelled at Namjoon as he grabbed you by the arm, pulling you into him. He smoothed your hair down and let you recoil into his chest for a few moments. “But I didn’t. Now let’s go. Anyone could be here any second. They definitely heard the shots.” Namjoon huffed as he moved over Yoongi and grabbed Jungkook’s pistol. You were still sobbing in Jungkook’s arms as he scooped you up and began to carry you in the direction of the car.

“Shh.. I got you.. You’re okay… You’re okay..”

Everything was a haze. Blobs and blurs of color. You felt your body being lifted and didn’t fight it. You couldn’t fight it. You were sick of fighting..You just wanted it to all stop. To go… To end. You felt numb and weak. You had to put on a fight just to keep your eyes open. Was this actually real? Am I asleep? Where am I? The last thing you remembered was a gunshot and Jungkook’s arm. Were you shot? Was Jungkook shot? Did Yoongi shoot? Those were the last questions your subconscious could render before you blacked out due to fatigue and exhaustion.

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—does this make sense? | 07

pairing— min yoongi x reader, college! yoongi  
genre/warnings— angst, drama, (slight mention of vomit, so beware if you have a phobia – I know I do!)
words— 10,229

:: summary— You meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?

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Forgive Me

Request: Hi! Can I request a Tony x Reader where one of Tony’s suits hurts the reader at night and he blames himself and tries to push the reader away but he apologizes and fluff? Thaaaaanks

Requested By: Anonymous

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word count: 1416

Warnings: Angst, accident, assault(?), fluff

A/N: I feel like this could have been better but I enjoyed writing it.

Tagged: @curlycals

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We’re not having a baby!

And this is our “Not Pregnant” announcement!

Okay, but when will people please STOP defining women by their desire and ability (or lack thereof) to procreate?

Many women who can’t have children are heartbroken by it, and I am not for one second saying they should feel any other way, but how much of that is fueled by societal perceptions? Why are we made to feel like we must make our own child or else we’re a failure?

Where is the encouragement to find your unique happiness? To pursue and master something you love? To maybe adopt children who desperately need a family?

Be there to support the women in your life in whatever their sadness is, for as long as they need to be sad. But please stop telling them that they have to be upset. Accept their happiness just as you would their sadness.

When people ask why I don’t have kids yet, I used to tell them “I can’t” (because providing a reasonable excuse was easier than explaining I don’t want kids and choose not to have any).

I would immediately receive a very heartfelt “I am so sorry…”, which is genuinely kind of them.

But when I tell them how okay it is, how happy I am with my life and my body as it is, how fulfilled I am, they literally recoil and stare at me as if something were terribly wrong with me.

It turns out I am not “allowed” to be okay with me, not permitted to be happy about all of my abilities and disabilities.

I had a tubal ligation two years ago. I am still young, I’m 29 now, but I am as completely happy with that decision as I was when I made it.

We are happy that I can’t have a baby.

We are thrilled

Not in spite of our circumstances, because of them!

We love the opportunities and the challenges in our lives.

We pursue our careers, I do Ironman triathlons, he plays tennis, we cook and we explore and we get to know people of all ages.

We laugh a whole lot.

We are happy.

Because we aren’t having a baby.

Control [Part 2 of 2]

Word Count: 5,388
Warnings: Some angst, hand to hand combat, anxiety, fugitive behavior, idk guys.
Summary: @blazeshira’s request - “Hi! I saw that you had your requests open and I was wondering if you could do a Bucky fic where the reader was also given the serum & trained with him along with the other winter soldiers but they developed something before she was frozen along with the others & he forgot her until he went to Siberia w/ Steve & he sees her chamber & realizes she escaped before Zemo could kill her so he tries to find her? Fluffy fluff & some angst, please & thank you!”
A/N: Part 2! Thank you all SO SO SO much for all of your kind words on part 1!! You all made me feel so much better about posting it. I seriously couldn’t ask for better readers! You guys are incredible! Thank you all for taking the time to read these stories! It means so much to me!!

If you would like to be added to my taglist for everything, let me know!!

I hope you all enjoy this! <3 Lemme know what you think!!

[PART 1]

Originally posted by laurenkmyers

Your name: submit What is this?

Siberia, Russia; 2016
    Bucky’s Point of View

“I got heat signatures,” Tony starts. Steve asks how many, and Stark replies with, “Uh, one.”

Coming back willingly was absurd.

This was the last place I wanted to be. I’ve done everything in my power to put this place out of my memories over the last two years, and here I am willingly walking back into danger with this punk all over again.

I guess history does repeat itself. Hopefully the end result will be kinder this time.

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The Bubbline guide

UPDATE: Time Sandwhich has been added to the list, as suggested by yellowdartvoice

So all this hype made you want to watch Adventure Time, but just for the cute couple gal pals? (Or you just want to watch the show itself, in which case another guide is coming soon.) Yet you’re intimidated by the 226 episodes that have aired so far? Fear not, here’s your guide to Bubbline that includes their shared episodes as well as those that help you understand them as individual characters. I know you could just go to wikia and see what episode features both Marceline (the punk-rock vampire one) and Princess Bubblegum (the scientific pink one), but come on, you want to understand their story, don’t you? Which is why I made this guide (and it’s not procrastinating, not at all).

The episodes themselves are gonna be under the cut because, well, out of 226 I listed 71 of them. I know, I know, I was supposed to narrow it down, but most of these are optional ones that only feature one or neither of them. If you watch all of these 71 episodes then cool, you have a general understanding of Adventure Time’s most important plot points and know pretty much everything there is to know about Marceline and Bubblegum. If you don’t want to and are only here for the real action, you can find the ones to watch on this list.

Overall, there are 13 core episodes (including all of Stakes), 21 recommended and 37 optional ones (tho some are more important than others). Watching just the core episodes is not that recommended, since you will be confused during later episodes and I don’t think one can appreciate, say, Varmints, as much, but hey, you can of course just watch these.

These 13 episodes are:

  • s2ep20: Go With Me
  • s3ep10: What Was Missing
  • s5ep29: Sky Witch
  • s7ep2: Varmints
  • s7ep6-13: all 8 episodes of Stakes (srsly, watch them all)
  • s7ep27: Broke His Crown

Okay, so Go With Me is more like a prologue for Bubbline and Stakes centers around Marceline, but I’m not willing to cut these out of the core. Now, if you’re also interested in their individual character development, I have more episodes for you, some highly recommended, some entirely optional. I really do hope that even without most of the optional ones you’ll get the overall picture of this show, these characters and their relationship. The 71 episodes are the following:

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anonymous asked:

How would the rfa+v+saeran react to the MC having a near death experience? Like for example MC gets in a car crash or some other accident and almost dies? I love your blog! ❣❣❣

aaa prepare for the waterworks guys.  and thank u !! hope u like it :) i’ve got more under the cut after jaehee’s scenario since it got too long haha.  also i just wanna say that saeran’s wasn’t meant to be romantic – someone implying they’re gonna kill themselves if their lover dies is more obsessive than romantic and that was my intention so yeah.  always look out for signs, kids.


Time around him seemed to stop – there was no other way to describe it.  He knew he had to do something but his feet would not move.  Every step towards her felt like an eternity.  And then…


The sound of tires halting against the asphalt and the sickly stench of blood overwhelmed Yoosung’s senses.  Before he knew it, he was next to the limp body of MC, tears blurring his vision.  He couldn’t even find it in him to scream obscenities at the careless driver, instead shaking MC’s shoulders.  A high-pitched siren was barely heard by him as his shaky hands searched for a pulse.

Eyes lighting up in relief and barely registering the paramedics pulling him away, he whispered a broken, “Stay.. with me… stay with me!”


There could not have been a better day for the in-love couple.  They went out to a nice dinner, caught a quick movie; a velvety, black box lay heavily in Zen’s back pocket.  Today would be the day.

Until it wasn’t.

Zen was all too aware of his surroundings as a ladder propped up against a building fell back.  The man atop it fell with it, his head cracking on the concrete, instantly dying.  But Zen was less aware of that and more aware of who the ladder fell on.

His MC.  His sweet, perfect, would-be-spouse MC lay crushed under the ladder and heaps of bricks that crashed with it.  “Oh God–” His hand flew to his mouth, vainly trying to prevent the bile from rising to his mouth.  A large puddle of blood surrounded a whimpering MC, whose fingers were twitching as though they were trying to push the weight off of them.

“Someone call an ambulance!” was all Zen could scream.  Screaming at everybody in the vicinity as he held MC’s hand, pushing the blood-soaked hair out of their eyes and wiping the tears from their face, accidentally smearing blood on their cheek.

“Babe, it’s okay.. It’s all okay.  I’m gonna get you help, I promise.”


She didn’t know how it happened.  She didn’t care how it happened, she just needed MC to be safe and alive.  They lay broken in the hospital bed, too still and too quiet.  They didn’t whimper, they didn’t twitch – nothing.  Jaehee was the most composed person she knew, and yet she could feel her resolve breaking bit by bit as she watched the person she loves slowly die in front of her.

“I won’t let you leave me.  Not now.  You can’t.”  Her lips shook and she had to bite down to keep her tears from falling.  She couldn’t afford to be weak.

“MC, I love you so much.  You have to pull through this, please.” She slowly sunk to the ground, holding on to MC’s hand and finally letting her tears fall.

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Mexican Gold

Today was your last day of being a weapons buyer. You had taught your apprentice all she needed to know, and she had done you proud. A quick learner that oozed confidence was what you needed to replace you. However, as it was your last day, it meant it was your first day of being an actual Blackwatch agent.

Luckily it had come in time quick enough for you and Jesse to go on that bloody mission together. From studying the brief, it wasn’t too complicated; you had to travel to Dorado to take out a couple of Los Muertos members as they had been stirring up quite a bit of trouble. You, of course, have never killed anyone before. You bought in weapons. Not used them. Reyes had comforted you, saying you were supporting Jesse more than anything. That made it slightly better, but you still needed to prepare yourself for the worst. You are a part of Blackwatch after all.

You and Jesse had decided to meet in the mess hall to go over any final details before taking the dropship tomorrow to a small village outsite of Dorado.
“But what if we set up a trap here?” You emphasised, pointing at the map.
“Darlin’. That’s dumb. A doorway?”
“Yes, a doorway. What’s wrong with that?”
Jesse chuckled and sighed at the same time.
Because that is where we’re set up. I understand that y'all don’t want anybody coming in to where we are, but how’re we supposed to get out?”
You re-looked at the map, your finger still hovering over the doorway. You slammed your hand down on the map in exasperation.
Okay then, where would you put the trap?”

McCree brought his eyes up to meet yours. “I know you’re new to this.” His eyebrows furrowing slightly.
You raise an eyebrow, lips pursed.
“I know. I’m trying to understand all the strategies and tactics and-”
“It’s okay, doll. Really.”
He placed his hand calmly on top of yours. You felt comforted, as his hand engulfed yours. Your shoulders relaxed; you hadn’t realised how tense they were.
“So.. where would you put them then?”
Jesse grinned, gently brushing your hand towards you so it fell onto your lap. He pointed at the back entrace of the building your gear was to be stationed in. You cocked your head.
“Darlin’, think ‘bout it. If they find where we’re set up, they ain’t gonna be chargin’ through the front door, are they?”
You huffed. Annoyed that he was right.
“You’ll learn soon ‘nough.” A half smile forming on his face.
“Jesse..” You warned. He had gotten the hint plenty of times that you despised being patronised. He exaggerated rolling his eyes at you, still smiling. You tapped his hand lightly with yours, a slight frown forming on your brows.
“Okay, c'mon. Got'cha weapons set up?”
“Yes, sir.” You replied. You saw Jesse recoil slightly, cheeks tinged with pink. Amusement lit up your face. “Well I never though you would be into that.” You smirked.
Now it was his turn to frown. “Not now, (Y/N). We’re try'na work on a mission.”
“Not even trying to deny it?”
Jesse looked up at you, both hands flat on the table, you now having his undivided attention. “I can show you.” He growled.
“No, Jesse. We’re trying to work on a mission.” You stifled a chuckle. Your smile, however, faltered when you saw how dark his eyes had become. He was half standing, your positions making it so he cast a shadow from the fluorescent light in the room, towering over you.
“Now lil’ missy, are ya gonna listen or sit there gigglin’ like a schoolgirl?”
Your eyes widened. The palms in your lap became clammy as the laughter was wiped off of your face.
“I’m try'na help you. This is officially your first day in Blackwatch and you’re already attempting to take the piss outta ya superior?”
Your eyes became downcast, mouth downturned.
“Sorry, Jesse. I didn’t mean to-”
“Darlin’, look at me.”
You cautiously brought your eyes up to meet his. Your lips snarled and eyebrows creased when you were faced with a shit-eating grin.
Fuck you.”
Suddenly standing up, you pushed the bench out from underneath you. It screeched, even making Jesse flinch.
“I have had enough of your shit.” Your index finger pointed right his nose, him flicking between looking at you and going cross eyed to look at your finger. “The only reason I’m supporting you is because the head of Blackwatch asked me to.”
“Darlin’, I’m sorry-”
“Don’t you ’darling’ me.”
You snatched your hand back, face the epitome of thunder.
“I’ll see you at dawn.”
You stalked out.


Your duffel bag had been packed with the necessities for at least three days now. You were jittery from excitement, or was it nerves? You weren’t entirely sure. It was too early for your brain to be functioning properly; you needed a coffee and you needed it now. You still had to wait for McCree to turn up at the meeting point though before slipping off.

Yesterday’s meeting left a bitter taste in your mouth. It was all that kept running over in your mind.

Was I too harsh?

No. Maybe?

Should I apologise?

Absolutely. No, wait-

He should apologise to me!

He should, but come on, will he?

“Mornin’.” A heavy thud snapped you from your internal battle. McCree’s head was tilted to one side, eyes searching your face, hand loose by his side from where he had been holding his bag.
“G'morning,” you yawned. “Look, about yesterday-”
“I should'n'ta done what I did.”
“Tease me? Prank me?”
“I thought Reyes said you could handle me?”
“Don’t answer a question with a question.”
“Don’t avoid my question’ by try'na correct my grammar.”
You threw your hands up in mock surrender.
“I can’t be doing this now.”
You hastily bent down and grasped the handles of your bag, walking down the hangar hallway.

The dropship had been prepared for your four hour flight. Everything from nourishment to take with you on the mission to cards as entertainment. Your shoes clicked on the steel ramp to the entrance of ship.
“(L/N), (Y/N).”
“Welcome, Agent (Y/N).”
“Thanks, Athena.”
Your heart fluttered at the sound of hearing 'agent’ before your name. Athena had perked you up a bit.
“McCree, Jesse.”
“Welcome, Agent McCree.”

You scanned around the interior, finding a place to store your luggage. Jesse had the same idea, coming up behind you and waiting for you to be done. His hand brushed on top of yours to stop you from closing the locker so he could place his on the bottom shelf. You tutted, and made way for one of the seats around the edge.
“Agents, please secure your seatbelts. We will be lifting off in approximately two minutes.”

You pulled a belt from above your left shoulder to lock in between your legs, the same for above your right shoulder. You then pulled down the over the shoulder restraints and clipped them in, something you would describe similar to what they used to have on rollercoasters. Jesse had of course decided to choose the seat to the left of yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him mimicking your actions.

Stop it. He’s only following the procedure to securing himself in. He isn’t copying you to annoy you.

You rested your head against the padded headreast, closing your eyes.

“Take off initiated.”

Your hands gripped the handles on the restraints. The jets started up, the ship lifting. It was such a unique feeling when your stomach dropped. You hated it.

Something warm covered your hand, the feeling making you open your eyes to look. Jesse’s hand was placed on top of yours. He could clearly see you were not used to flying in the drop ship. A small smile graced your lips. You shut your eyes again and succumbed to blissful sleep, the coffee you wanted and your spite with Jesse forgotten.


Coffee. The sweet smell of coffee. You opened one eye hesitantly. You saw Jesse by the makeshift kitchen station brewing a pot. A crick in your neck was sorted by cracking it; you must have slept at an awkward angle. Unclipping your harnesses, you stretched your legs.
“Mornin’ again, sunshine.”
“What time is it?”
It’s high-”
Before he could finish, you had lobbed a pachimari that was by your foot, hitting him square in the face.
“Forget I asked.”
His mouth hung open slightly, shocked.
“What’s the matter? Pachimari got your tongue?” You giggled.
He tightened his lips, however, he gave himself away by the corners of his lips resisting to turn up.
“That was terrible. Have some coffee.”
You gladly accepted, grasping a mug and tilting the coffee pot to pour it.

“We clash, don’t we?”
Jesse looked up from blowing on his coffee to try and cool it.
“Wouldn’t change it for the world.”
You hummed in agreement. That was a shorter conversation regarding that subject than what you thought.
“How much longer?” You pondered, taking a sip.
“Around an hour. We’ll have to make a bit of a trek before we reach the village.”
“That’s fine.”


The last hour passed quickly, you and Jesse making small talk. You learnt a bit about him, nothing that everyone didn’t already know. He seemed hesitant to talk about Deadlock, or anything before he joined Overwatch. It was a change to hear it from him, rather than rumours around the base.

“Agents, please prepare for landing.” Athena’s voice echoed.

You and McCree strapped yourselves in, bracing to land. Looking out the window, you could see the crests of the waves of the ocean, with a brown, grassy edging. Clinging onto the handles, the ship landed without any problems. You couldn’t, however, see any villages nearby.

“So how long is this 'trek’?”
“Did you happen t'even so much as glance at the brief?”
Jesse looked at you.
“It’s about four clicks out.”
“I have no idea what you just said.”
“Clicks. Kilometers.”
“Oh,” you paused, “Yeah, I still don’t really know how long that would take?”
“Around forty to fifty minutes.”

You unbuckled your harnesses and made your way over to pick up your bags. Hopefully the walk shouldn’t take too long.


After countless times of you blaming Jesse for being lost and him arguing back, you finally made it to the safehouse in the village nearby Dorado. It was perfect for setting up an inconspicuous base. Jesse had gone to set up the traps at the back door; you just had to remember to never go out that way. There was a spare room on the top floor where you would unload your equipment: laptop, hardcopy files, weapons. You had all day to scope out who you were looking for, and decided it would be best to attack under the cover of darkness.

A rental car had been prepared for you and Jesse, posing as a tourist couple here for the Festival de la Luz. Jesse thought it would be better for him to drive. You agreed as you weren’t sure if he knew if you didn’t actually know how to drive. You should probably tell him at some point.

“It’s so pretty!”
“Yeah, doll. It is.” Jesse spoke fondly.
The town was covered in lights, piñatas and streamers. You’d never been to a festival before and the sights amazed you. Jesse managed to sneak into a parking space near the centre of the town, allowing you a quick getaway should you need it. The odd thing was that there weren’t many people around. You brushed it off; it was the middle of the day and was probably too hot to be out in the glaring sun.

A loud bang brought you out of your daydream. You and Jesse exchanged looks and were on high alert. You sighed in relief as you saw it was just a market stand that had fallen over, a couple of apples rolling down the cobbled street. Jesse grabbed your arm and pulled you to the ground. What you hadn’t noticed was the terrifying group of men harrassing the stall owner, waving rifles around.

Ah. That’s why there’s no people.

They were shouting at the owner in something what you assumed to be Spanish, appearing to be threatening him.

“Crawl.” Jesse whispered.
You were happy to oblige. Everyone else around had scarpered or were hiding. You had some stalls covering your position, but wood wouldn’t stop bullets. Your bare knees bumped against the cobbled lane. A pair of well polished black boots appeared in front of you, and you squeaked from surprise.

“Turistas!” The voice above you exclaimed. You made the mistake of looking up, greeted with a horrifying sight. The man’s face was covered with brightly coloured tattoos.
To be fair, he fit in with the current decor of bright colours but it still shocked you. It must have shown on your face, as the stranger released a dark chuckle.
Hermoso turista.” The man scoffed.
You sat back on your feet, still looking up at the man in shock. A strong grip on your arm made you stand to your feet, and a voice in your ear commanding you run. Your legs were wobbly, having come face to face with someone no doubt part of the gang you were sent to eradicate.

Gunshots were fired. Whether it was from Jesse or the gang, you don’t know. Twisted lanes and stairs to nowhere. The pretty town had suddenly become a nightmare to navigate. You tried to think where the car was but you were in too deep to try and remember.

“Keep running!” A southern voice shouted from behind you. You had no plans of stopping.

Unless of course you ran straight into the same stranger that scared you before. You think you had accidentally ran full circle, but you had no way of knowing as you were seeing stars from running into what seemed like a brick wall. You were spun around and your hands came up to your face defensively. A harsh grip came around your arms and torso and a hand covered your mouth.
“Shh, cariño.” A voice whispered darkly into your ear.
You were panicking. The shorts and tank top you were wearing to deflect the heat now provided absolutely no protection. You tried struggling, small whimpers escaping from you.

“Darlin’, don’t.” Jesse panted. He had one hand resting on his knee and the other hand pointed his gun at the man behind you.

Your widened eyes desperately looked at McCree, frowning as a thought flew through your head. You managed to bash your head backwards, catching the chin of the man holding you. He faltered, giving you enough time to smash your elbow into his ribs hard. He retreated his arms, trying not to double over from the sudden lack of breath. You managed to take one step before you were grabbed again and flung to the side. A sickening thud filled your ears. Your head hurt. You had connected with an actual brick wall. Your knees gave up, collapsing to the ground and your hands came up gingerly to your temple. Your eyelids managed to pry open, staring at your shaking hand that now had blood running down it.

There was a thump next to you, and McCree was on his side trying to push himself up.
“J.. Jesse..” You tried reaching towards him.

The tattooed man stepped in between you two and gave Jesse a hard kick to the ribs, even you shied back. The man now turned towards you, bending down and snatching your outstretched wrist. Pulling you up, a large hand fit snug around your throat.


You tried kicking, but his body was just out of reach. Your breath became shallow. Your sight became blurred. You looked at McCree who was struggling to recoup, and his eyes met yours. A tear escaped the corner of your left eye. You had faced death before.

You were suddenly back on the ground. Jesse had managed to sweep kick the gang member, making both of you fall over. Voices and Spanish words flew through the air.

“C'mon, sweetheart, stay with me.” A calloused hand briefly touched your cheek before disappearing. Your body was screaming for oxygen, your head pounding. You couldnt see properly, as it was blurry and you couldn’t focus.

It’s high noon.”

Six shots rang in your ears and then there was deathly silence.

You closed your eyes, and felt your body slump. Before your head hit the ground an arm caught you.

“It’s alright, darlin’. I got you.”

A warmth you didn’t expect and suddenly you were floating, welcoming the darkness.


((A/N: Sorry this took so long so write! Please excuse/let me know of any errors. The only proof reader I have is myself. Will try to update weekly. Continuation of Cowboys and Angels or can be read separately!))

Undo (8)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, smut

Word Count: 2,925

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

You shot up in Chanyeol’s bed, a choked sob already leaving your mouth. Chanyeol was immediately next to you, almost like he was there when you woke up. You struggled to breathe and calm down this time, even when he wrapped his arms around you.

You held him tightly, realizing just how much all of this was truly your fault. He rocked you back and forth slowly. You noticed the fabric of his t-shirt around you. You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep but it had been long enough for him to deem that you needed clothes.

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Jaehyun & #62: “Do you have a ride home?”

Thanks to everyone who has been requesting! They are still open and I’ll still be doing this for about another week. Just until finals are over and I’m finished moving. I’ll finish all requests from this no matter what though so feel free to still send them in!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol use, some creepy bar people.

Clubs definitely were not your scene. They were even less your scene when the guy you were supposed to be meeting was twenty minutes late and you were pretty sure you were being stood up at this point. You sighed, stirring the straw of your drink lazily as you glanced around at the dancing bodies on the floor. You checked your phone again, feeling slightly annoyed at the man who hadn’t even bothered to tell you he wasn’t going to show. You stood up, heading over to the bathroom, unaware of the group of men that had been watching you since you entered the facility.

You didn’t take long, just staying in their long enough to readjust your hair and apply a new layer of mascara. You walked back out, taking your seat at the bar again and playing with the straw of your drink again. You had just started to pick it up when you felt someone wrap an arm around your shoulders, nudging you to set the drink back down.

“Hey, sorry I’m late, something came up at work.” The stranger took a seat in the stool next to you, slipping a piece of paper into your hand in the process.

You gave him a strange look, but unfolded the paper anyway.

My name is Jaehyun, pretend you know me. There are some guys at a booth who have been watching you for a while, one of them put something in your drink.

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One or the Other

Castiel x Reader

Request: how about a oneshot where Castiel has to choose between two people? idk if you’ve done that before but it’d be a fun angsty prompt :)

Warnings: slight angst, intoxication, mild language, jealousy, unedited (whoops)

Word count: 1975

Originally posted by lucifersagents

Jealousy was the one emotion you weren’t capable of controlling in front of people, especially the blue eyed angel and the black eyed bitch. Meg was your worst enemy, not only had she broken your arm three times, twice on purpose, but she really knew how to get under your skin. She was flirty and she was good at it to, you on the other hand could not flirt for the life of you, which wasn’t exactly a bad thing considering Cas couldn’t pick up on flirtations a lot of the time. But when she flirted with him it would drive you insane, even if he didn’t notice.

You had a crush on Cas ever since you met him back when he pulled Dean out of perdition. Back then he was more of an ass, but he’d still manage to make your heart flip with one quick glance. But with Meg in the picture there was barely any time for you to hang out with him, considering she’s always around him. 

Sam, Dean, and yourself had just finished a hunt not too long ago which meant you were trying your best to relax before you jumped back into the impala for another long drive. Sam was most likely out for a run considering he couldn’t get one earlier today, Dean was outside washing in the motel parking lot despite telling him he should probably wait until you got back to Bobby’s. Cas was sitting at the table, reading through a lore book while you laid flat on your back on the bed, trying to think of something to say to the angel.

“Hey, Cas?” You murmured, staring up at the peeling paint on the ceiling. “Why are you staying here with us? I mean, you have those wings and we aren’t exactly doing anything, usually you’re hard to track down.”

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Suspect: Part 7

Pairing: Reader x Bucky
Word Count: 2.8K
Warnings: Angst!

A/N: This part contains reference to The Iron Giant, and is inspired by this ask. A few other parts will have call backs to The Iron Giant too, but this is the part where Bucky watches it.

Post-CA:TWS Bucky is so soft and damaged I just want to hold him

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Somehow, the two of you arrived back at your apartment without being noticed or stopped by anyone. You were a nervous wreck, unable to fully process everything that had happened in the last 24 hours, but as soon as you lock your front door behind Bucky, you allow yourself to relax.

“It’s not much,” you nervously chuckle, feeling embarrassed that your apartment wasn’t a bit more tidy, “But it’s home, and it’s safe,”

Bucky nods, and awkwardly stands in the corner of your open space living area, his eyes scanning every inch repeatedly.

“You can sit?” you offer, pulling him out of his daze, “Are you hungry?”

“No, thank you,” Bucky mumbles as he shuffles over to your couch and stiffly sits down. ‘Good,’ you think, you still didn’t have any groceries in your apartment, your last grocery trip interrupted by the fight on the bridge a couple of days ago.

“Let me get you some clothes,” you awkwardly drawl out, watching Bucky stare blankly at your off tv with his muscle remaining tensed. You’d let yourself relax, but Bucky clearly hadn’t.

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In the motel, Sam was pushed against the table, roughly. “Dean, stop! Please!” Sam screamed his lungs out. A strong knot formed in his stomach at what Dean was about to do. Dean had never made a sexual move on him before. It was only small kisses and soft touches.

“C'mon Sammy? You can’t tell me you’re not enjoying this?” Dean smirked, a hint of his teeth showing. He ran his hands underneath Sam’s shirt, tracing his smooth skin. Sam’s spine cringed at the touch. It felt wrong and uncomfortable.

“Christo!” Sam shouted. This couldn’t be Dean? It couldn’t.

“I’m not a demon, kiddo.” Dean pushed his head down as Sam tried to pry away. “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Trying to run away?” he faked a pout. “And all I wanted was to make you feel good.”

“Get off of me, or I’m telling dad,” Sam reflected. It was a low move but he had no choice. Sam didn’t want this… he was so young and clearly not ready. But it seemed that Dean didn’t care what his thoughts were.

Dean laughed in a hysterical way. “Go ahead. He would just hate you more than he does now. Probably even blame you for seducing me. I mean— You started all of this after all.”

Sam stilled upon hearing Dean’s words. What? Before he knew it, tears began to fall alongside his cheeks. “Please…” he pleaded. A rough hand slid down his pants, making Sam cried harder.

“Get the fuck off of him!” Sam heard someone shouting from behind, then Dean’s weight on him was gone. “Sam? Sammy, are you okay!” Dean panicked. He lifted his brother up, which was a mistake as Sam recoiled from his touch. “Hey, hey. It’s just me, Sam. The other thing was a shifter.”

Sam snapped his head towards Dean, frightened. That was when he saw Dean’s bruised face, and on the floor he could see shifter Dean’s body, a stab wound on his heart and blood pooling around him.

“Did that bastard do anything to you? Fuck— He got the upper hand on knocking me out,” Dean explained. “I’m sorry, Sam—”

Dean was interrupted when Sam embraced him, his sobs becoming louder as he trembled. “I thought he was going to…” Sam couldn’t finish the sentence, but Dean didn’t need him to.

“No. I wouldn’t allow it. I would kill any bastard that hurts you,” Dean said determined. He rubbed his back to calm him down.

Even though Sam was saved… all he could hear was the shifter’s harsh words echoing in his mind. Probably even blame you… you started all of this after all.

Coffee Shop Kisses - Wonwoo

First kiss during a coffee shop date drabble with Wonwoo as requested by @spicadeservesbetter ! Hope you enioy and this is what you wanted ♥ (I would alsonlike to dedicate this to my fave Wonwoo stan @lil-nochu ily XD)

“You’ve been so busy lately, I thought we wouldn’t have a second date,” you confessed to your boyfriend of a month Jeon Wonwoo, holding onto his arm and huddling closer to his body as a brisk chill ran through the air. You suddenly regretted not wearing a thicker coat; it was still winter after all. He smiled softly down at you and wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you as close as he possibly could to his warm figure and sighing, watching his breath form white wisps in the winter wind.

“I know,” he murmured, regret tingeing his deep voice as he kept his gaze fixed ahead on the pavement you walked down together. “I’m sorry.”

“No don’t apologize!” you became somewhat frantic, feeling guilty for making him feel bad. “I understand. I’m just glad I can be with you now.” He smiled, eyes crinkling behind his wire glasses in the cutest way as he led you to a quaint little coffee shop situated in the corner of a pretty empty street. “Wow…” a gasp of mingled surprise and awe left your lips as you stepped into the building, the rich aroma of coffee immediately hitting your nostrils and warming all your senses. The interior was all chocolate and a creamy off white, with booths separated by glass dividers occupying most of the main area and smaller wooden tables for two people dotting around the edges by the large windows through which the morning sun shone. There weren’t many people inside and it felt warm and homely, and just being inside made you feel fuzzy and joyful. “It’s so pretty in here,” you hummed, choosing to sit opposite Wonwoo in one of the booths seeing as the sunlight was incredibly bright and would probably blind you. You already had Wonwoo for that. “I can’t believe I’ve never been before.” Wonwoo leant forward, propping his elbows on the varnished oak of the table and resting his chin on his hands, smiling gently at you as you continued to take in the aesthetic of the decor.

”I’m so glad you like it,” he replied in his husky voice, letting out a small huff of laughter as he looked around the establishment somewhat nostalgically. “I used to come here all the time in college. I remember I liked you a lot then too, I used to think to myself that if I ever worked up the courage to ask you on a date I’d bring you here.” His eyes gleamed with the reminiscence and your heart suddenly fluttered - the way he looked so adoringly at you made your cheeks flush hot. You didn’t know he liked you until he finally asked you out sometime last month, when his idol group were awarded a break after promotions. Your friends had called you oblivious, not even trying hiding their frustration but you could never understand why. Until now, as he gazed at you like you hung the stars, like you were all he ever wanted to look at; it seemed this was more than just a crush. A waitress sauntered over, lazy smile spreading over her plump lips as she saw you and Wonwoo exchanging fond looks and shy smiles.

“You guys are so cute!” she lilted, now beaming at you both as she took a small notepad and a pen from the small black apron encircling her thin waist. “Would you like anything to eat or drink?” You glanced at Wonwoo and he nodded, knowing you weren’t the best with other people, especially in situations like this.

“Just a regular coffee for me and…” he narrowed his eyes slightly at you; you’d frequented coffee shops together in the past as to study but it had been a while. “A caramel macchiato for the lady.” Attempting to hide the triumphant grin already tugging up the corners of your mouth turned out to be incredibly difficult - he remembered your favourite.

“Is that everything?” At Wonwoo’s nod she scurried back behind the polished bar and set about making your drinks.

“So how’s idol life treating you?” you questioned in a soft tone, playing with the tasselled ends of your thick scarf. He pouted slightly, trying not to blush too obviously as he cautiously moved one of the hands from his lap to lace his fingers with yours which sat atop the table.

“It’s nice, living out your dreams and all, but I barely get any time to see you which I hate.” he cocked his head to the side a little, eyes scanning every detail of your now rather pink face as if inspecting you. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to take you out.”

“I had somewhat of a clue,” you smirked, looking down at the table awkwardly before forcing yourself to look him in the eye. The deep brown orbs then looked so enamored yet amused by your timid manner, causing you to scratch the back of your neck bashfully. Breaking the awkward silence the waitress then came back with two steaming drinks and you both thanked her before turning your attention to them, hot and incredibly well made to say yours had a large heart drawn into the foam on top. You took a glimpse of the waitress who smiled proudly at herself before going back to cleaning the already shiny espresso machine. Wonwoo looked up at you, one hand supporting his jaw and the other reaching for the steel pitcher of milk which he slowly poured into the bitter beverage sat before him.

“So,” he coughed lightly, finally breaking the tension between you both as he moved onto shaking the contents of the small sugar packets into his drink. Usually he’d have it black but today he felt like the added sweetness. “Did you end up pursuing writing?” You grimaced a little, watching the thin silvery wisps of steam evaporate from the macchiato.

“Not… quite,” you mumbled thoughtfully. “I’m still trying to make it but at the moment I’m still focusing on studies,”

“I see…” his tone was distracted but his gaze was attentive which was mildly confusing, but you shrugged it off and took a small sip of your coffee, laughing at the foam that decorated your upper lip afterwards. He chuckled before reaching for his own coffee, looping two of his long fingers through the small and delicate china handle of the cup and bringing it to his lips. He blew ever so lightly on the hazelnut coloured surface as to try and cool it before taking a tentative sip, still watching you and listening to you talk. He recoiled immediately after the beverage touched his mouth, setting the cup back down on its saucer with an abruptness that startled you into silence. You frowned at him, concern etched onto your features as you raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

“Are you okay?” you asked, voice mellifluous and calm as your head tilted to the right. He gasped whilst nodding, furrowing his brows at you with a hopeless smile.

“Yeah sorry I just… wasn’t paying enough attention and burnt my tongue.” he exhaled slowly as you reached over the table and placed a finger on his chin, raising his eyes to yours. Suddenly bold you tried to fend off your smirk, him blinking with wide eyes as he waited for you to speak.

”Do you want me to kiss it better?” you whispered, watching him turn beet red with a somewhat gleeful smile despite still being shy yourself. Nevertheless he took the incentive and leaned in, careful not to upset either of the drinks as he placed one palm flat on the table and the other on your cheek and pulled you closer as to press your lips to his in a sweet and sincere first kiss. It was short yet the butterflies in your stomach lasted even when he pulled away, lips tingling and tasting slightly of coffee still as his lip curled into a bewildered grin.

”You know what? It still hurts.” he grinned with an overexaggerated shrug and laughed lightly, grazing your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb as he leaned in to kiss you again.

Hope you like! ♥

-Admin Belle

Title: Facing Snakes
Summary: Betty doesn’t like the way Jughead is struggling in order to spare her from the wrongs of the south side, and she decides to find a solution for that in her own way. She visits the Serpents Bar, and she won’t leave that place until she can learn more about her boyfriend’s new reality.
A/N: Okay… I really can’t wait to see Betty around the Serpents! Like, she might seem like this cute, fragile girl in their eyes, but I feel like as soon as they get to know her, they will all love to have her around! It’s probably a silly idea I have of the situation, but I would love to see this happening! Hope you enjoy it!

Also, adding a “Continue Reading” even if it's not long!
Never, in a million years, would she have seen herself where she was.

With her impeccable, golden ponytail; clean, blue cardigan; jeans and white sneakers, Betty Cooper stood in front of the Serpents’ bar Archie had told her about. Outside, people were smoking and whispering, as well as fixing their bikes and getting ready to leave, starting those powerful engines that ripped all the silence of her thoughts. For she had come straight from school, her bag still hung over her shoulders, and there were some notebooks firmly pressed against her chest. She was feeling apprehensive at that very moment, as her presence around the South Side was still not entirely overwhelming, and as she could feel all those eyes set on her.

Confused eyes. Suspicious ones. It was probably the way she dressed or the way she just seemed too perfect to be around that place. Too perfect to be around the wrong side of the tracks, trying to blend in with her boyfriend’s new reality in order to help him feel lighter regarding the dual life he tried so hard to keep for her sake.

Betty appreciated his efforts, and she loved him even more for that. However, she couldn’t let him do all the hard work in that relationship. She had to help him. She had to show him how she was willing to relieve the pressure over his shoulders by simply embracing this new, ophidian part of his life.

She survived Riverdale High and her mother. A bikers’ bar would be nothing compared to those things.

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