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Bad Match Part 7

Series Summary: Bucky and the Reader are set up on a date, but things don’t go as well as expected.  

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Word Count: 2.6K+

Warnings: angst, fighting, swearing, fluffy, slow burn.

A/N: So, after I posted part 6, I saw someone commenting how odd it is to readers with curly hair (me included) when Reader characters curl their hair to a party. I’m really sorry if anyone didn’t feel represented by that particular part or any other part of the story. I’m still learning and I really appreciate feedback of any kind.

I loved writing this chapter, I hope you guys like it too.

Feedback? I live for it!

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 

“Y/N Y/L/N, long time no see.” You didn’t have to turn around to know to whom that voice coming from behind you belonged. That was the same voice that spent the last two years of your life putting you down, making you feel unworthy and now was causing a shiver to run down your spine, not the good kind though. You widened your eyes at Sharon, who was gently shaking her head. You knew she was trying to calm you down with her facial expression.

You slowly moved around to face the owner of the voice, he was smirking at you with a glass of whisky in hand, measuring your figure head-to-toe and narrowing his eyes in a clear disapproval sign.

“Jeff?” you barely whispered, trying to control your uneasy breathing.

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Probably prompted by the crack of your voice, Sharon’s hand landed on the small of your back and you sighed gratefully that she was there by your side. Jeff’s face was definitely one you would never dare to imagine you would see that night, but he was there, staring at you with that smug smirk so characteristic of him.

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Corporate || Dylan O’Brien AU {Part One}

Originally posted by obrienschicken

Words: 1976

Warnings: none really

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Series Masterlist

Author’s Note: thanks to one of my favorites @were-cheetah-stiles for proofreading this for me :) Enjoy everyone!


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Duet- Bucky Barnes x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: Duet  By: Penny and Sparrow. I recommend playing this on repeat as you read. It sets the mood and tempo of the work and honestly it’s just a beautiful song and is worth hearing more than once. Italics are the lyrics. 

Notes/warnings: Anxiety, self-hate, mentions of scars, fluff, mentions of pregnancy. 

Originally posted by relationshipaims


I bet your shoulders can hold more than
Just the straps of that tiny dress
That I’ll help you slide aside
When we get home

 Bucky leaned against the bar and sipped on his scotch with a phantom smile on his lips. He watched as you mingled with patrons; smiling and offering gentle touches on arms and backs. The thin straps of your silk floor length gown pressed lightly into the soft flesh of your shoulders from the weight of the fabric and all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and slide them from your frame.

 His breath caught in his throat when you turned away from him and your hair brushed over your exposed back. How was it, that after years of being together, you still managed to make him feel like he was seeing you for the first time? How was it that you were able to shatter every wall he’d ever built with one look? How was it, that a man like himself, was with a woman like you?

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a little blurb about you and harty baking together

Tuesday

“I don’t wanna do this.”

“You asked.”

“I didn’t know your answer was gonna be this.”

Angie turned to look at me like she’d had enough of my bullshit,

“Eve, you said you wanted to blow his mind.”

“I do.”

“You bought that cute little Snow White getup specifically for this purpose.”

I nervously toyed with a piece of imaginary lint on my jeans so I wouldn’t have to look at her,

“I bought it for the experiment.  I didn’t know it would involve…”  I stopped.

“Porn.”  She finished.

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anonymous asked:

Hi. TBH, I like the first version of the suit. The second is great too, but that's something about Steve in all black that does things to me. Anyway, amazing work as always. :)

Hi ^^

IKR? I was a bit disappointed when I saw the full concept art and that I realized they kept the red and white stripes, I thought they would go “full black”, a bit like in the Civil War concept art (he should have worn this suit at the beginning of the movie during the fight with Rumlow)

But Marvel said “Nope” and wanted Cap to keep his red, white and blue colors. Apparently, the blue suit from The Winter Soldier was already too much for them xD Anyway, the new suit looks like a dyed version of the Civil War one except for the shoulder straps (not sure of the word). They are a bit different in Infinity War according to the concept art

But yeah, I wish the suit was completely black :/ Thanks a lot for enjoying my work anon, it’s very kind of you ♥

Until It’s Gone - Ch.2

Overview: Both brothers had loved and lost her. One night, Sam gets a phone call that changes everything.

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Warnings: mentions of attempted assault, mentions of violence

Word Count: 1,645

A/N: This is the second chapter for my in the works series. Thanks to everyone for all the love for Ch.1! I’m truly loving writing this :) Feedback is always loved and appreciated!

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My tags are way down below. Let me know if you want to be added to anything that I write :)


“This is the road that the coffee shop is on,” Sam said, pointing at the bright green road sign. Dean slowed the car to a halt and Sam quickly exited the Impala, “Find a spot to park. I’ll find Y/N.” He quickly closed the door and took off at a swift jog down the street. The rain had slacked off, but it was still coming down in steady streams, and his clothes were quickly soaked through. Cars lined the sides of his path, and Sam vaguely remembered that it was Friday. He was thankful that Dean had driven because it would have taken him too long to find a spot to put the car in on a night when most people were in town.

He briefly scanned the surrounding doorways and alleys as he ran, slowly down to a fast walk as the coffee shop came into view. He almost passed her, she was huddled into such a small ball, but the bright blue of her dress stood out sharply against the dull gray of the concrete building. He’d recognize that dress anywhere.

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Drugs and Candy

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Prompt: You and Bucky were in a relationship that you both didn’t feel was going the way you were wanting it to. You both became distant and irritable and feared that splitting would be best, so you split…only to realize it might not have been the right decision.

Warnings: Language, brief descriptions of past sexual encounters, slight drinking, mentions of violence

Word Count: 1,527

Song: Drugs and Candy by All Time Low

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

You stood at the top of the stairs looking down at all the people in their formal dress. Your silver gown lightly sweeping the floor with every step you took. When you finally see Bucky, you feel the pang of regret and yet…you also have the feeling of wanting him to notice you.

When you reach the ballroom floor you see Tony chatting up some man in a black suit with a blue undershirt. He loves holding his galas and finding new people to talk with. You glance around slightly frantic, looking for someone, Steve, Wanda, Sam, anyone you can talk with to keep you from being available to Bucky.

“Y/N! Over here!” Wanda calls from the drink table. You sigh and quickly make your way over to her. You turn slightly to see the Bucky hadn’t even glanced in your direction. It hurt more than it should have.

“Well don’t you look stunning! You sure do clean up nice!” Wanda says with a wink. She hands you a glass of champagne and smiles when you take a sip.

“Speak for yourself! You look as gorgeous as ever!” You say gesturing to her emerald green high-low gown. She smiles and rolls her eyes before bringing the glass to her lips.

“Well a certain someone can’t seem to keep his eyes off of one of us, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t me hes gawking at.” She says while looking around. You quickly turn your head, your curled hair falling from your shoulder onto your back. Your eyes meet and while his eyes don’t change your heart stops flat. He looks back to who he was talking to quickly before looking back to you. You turn leaving his gaze.

“Just talk to him Y/N. You both still clearly have feelings for each other. Its blatantly obvious.” Wanda says taking your arm and pulling you toward a less occupied corner of the room. When you two stop she pulls you in front of her.

“Wanda I can’t. You know how it went. We were always arguing and it wasn’t doing anything for either of us.” You say. Wanda shakes her head.

“Bullshit. Thats downright Bullshit. Yes, you two fought, but when did you not work it out? Yes, you two yelled a lot, but do you know how many times we could all, and I mean all hear you two from behind your bedroom door? You two were passionate in many many ways. You two were unstoppable on missions, the chemistry and compatibility between you two was absolutely certain. You two just let it get the best of you, and neither of you have been the same since you guys called it off.” She rants.

Just as you begin to reply she points behind you and spins you around to face the man you had been wanting to avoid all night. His eyes are wide and he takes a slight step back to give you space. Your hands are stiff at your sides and one of his goes up to his neck. Wanda places her hands on your shoulders.

“Fix it. Talk to him.” Wanda whispers before handing you another glass of champagne. You quickly down the liquid and hand her the glass before she walks away.

BUCKYS P.O.V.

Her dress is a wrap type dress with one shoulder strap. The silver compliments her tremendously and the long gash going up to her upper thigh makes my mind wander to places I’ve been many times before. Her blue eyes gaze up at me as she holds one arm with the other.

“You look great Y/N. Reall, great.” I stammer. As I mentally slap myself, she smiles slightly.

“Thank you Bucky, you look pretty dashing yourself.” She says. I can’t help but chuckle slightly.

“How uh, have you been lately?” I ask, reaching for some desperate thing to keep us talking longer.

“I’ve been good, you?” She asks looking down to the floor again.

“I’ve been better.” I say looking at her. She meets my eyes and shakes her head. I know where this is going and I can’t let it happen.

Y/N P.O.V

“Bucky this isn’t the time or place for this.” You say turning to leave. You’re spun back around with the pull of your arm. Bucky begins pulling you around the outside of the crowd to the coat closet…which you both are very familiar with.

“Then we’ll go somewhere else.” He growls. You both enter the closet and he pulls the door shut behind you two after making sure no one was watching. He flips the light switch and turns to you.

“What do you want? Why are you doing this? Why in here?” You ask. His eyes soften slightly at the sound of your voice.

“It was the closest private place we had. I have to talk to you.” He says.

“About what Bucky?! There is nothing to talk about!” You harshly whisper.

“Yes there is Y/N, we have to talk about us.” he says.

“There is. No. Us.” you say rolling your eyes at your best attempt to fight back the tears you know are forming. He rolls his eyes and runs his hands through his hair.

“Oh for fucks sake Y/N! It’s impossible for there to be no us don’t you get that?! There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think of you! I walk into the briefing room and remember all the times we whooped ass on missions that the others wouldn’t go near. The times we would be together and save people because we were just that good. There isn’t a gala that goes by that don’t think about the times I yanked you in here only carefully ridding you of whatever sexy dress you wore so we could make it go unnoticed when we walked out of here. The times I had you moaning my name up against that wall and praying to god nobody was able to hear the glorious sounds I heard from you. Not because I didn’t want anyone to know how good I made you feel but because those sounds were for me. There isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t remember all the petty fights we had, and other isn’t a day that goes by that I regret walking away from them without solving them. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t regret losing you Y/N.” He rambles. You stare at him sure that the tears are falling now.

“Bucky, we can’t be together. Our fights, they never ended well, we can’t risk-” You start. He cuts you off.

“We can try. Our goods outweigh our bads. We need each other more than we need to be away from each other. Please Y/N, let’s just try.” He says taking one step closer to you and grabbing your hand. You look down at him and back to his eyes. They were the same eyes you would gaze into during slow dances. The same eyes you would gaze into during late night heart-to-hearts you two would have in bed. The same eyes you would look to for guidance on missions. The same eyes you would watch all the many times you two made love. The same eyes you fell in love with the moment you met them. Without thinking you pull yourself up to his lips and card your hands through his hair. His lips work with yours in harmony making your heart flutter at the familiar feeling he brings you.

His hands go to your hips and he pushes you down slightly, breaking away from you.

“God, you still taste just as sweet.” he laughs. You smile and feel the heat rise in your cheeks

“I want to try. I want to fight less. I want to work out the fights we do have. I want to have the goods we used to have. I want us back. I want you back, Bucky. I DONT want to give up on us.” You say letting both hands trail down his tuxedo clad arms. He takes your hands in he and runs his thumbs over the tops of them.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m too addicted to you to let go huh?” He says before pulling you back to his lips.

He goes on to show his addiction in ways you both have experienced many times before…and you couldn’t be happier about it.

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Much love to @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x for helping me out again with this one, shes pretty darn great!!
DIY Maid Harness/Belt

Some lovely people have asked how I made my apron-styled harness for my Halloween outfit, so here it is!

Materials and equipment you will need:

  • Measuring tape
  • Pleather - 0.5 x 1.0 metres/yards should be plenty
  • Craft foam - I used 1mm thick foam but you can use thicker foam for a chunkier look
  • Buckles x 3
  • Paper fasteners, or actual rivets x 4
  • Hot glue gun
  • Scissors - fabric and craft
  • Needle and thread or sewing machine

In this I’ll be using craft foam with fleece-backed pleather to create the look of a thick leather belt. You can use actual belt weight leather strips instead for a more authentic look. Also, the back bow of my harness is a detachable bow from a handbag, but you can make some extra straps and assemble a bow from them yourself.   

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anonymous asked:

132 for feysand please :)

NONNIE. It has been two weeks (I think), but I wrote a little thing for you! It gets a bit suggestive towards the end, but not too nsfw. Enjoy…

Prompt: “I thought I lost you”

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Feyre is buttering her toast while Rhys talks about their plans for the day, his early morning energy soothing to her. Since the war ended they have settled into a regular routine of breakfast together, followed by work (there is always some Lord or another who wants something from one of them), followed by a late dinner. Their routine is comfortable, domestic, and maybe even a bit boring – just the way they had hoped it would be. The beginning of their relationship had been fraught with enough problems to fill more than one lifetime, so the simple act of sitting down to breakfast with Rhys, after having woken up in his arms, is all that Feyre wants.

Unless she wakes up in a mood like this. She is feeling slightly restless, like she has an itch she needs to scratch and she isn’t even certain what kind of itch it is or how to take care of it…

Rhysand continues talking about their plans, about where he needs to go and who he needs to see, and she lets her attention wander innocently. He is saying something now about Tarquin and her thoughts begin to drift back to the past, trying to piece together what it is she needs now.

The first time they had been to the Summer Court wasn’t exactly pleasant, but in the years since they have made their peace with Tarquin, however tenuous it may be. The Summer Court, however, has a lovely beach, on which they could spend an afternoon wrapped in each other… Of course there are other places in Prythian that they could go for a bit more privacy. There is always the cabin, but that isn’t quite what she needs. Her mind begins to wander even further away from what Rhys is saying, thinking of the places she hasn’t been yet, the places she wants to go…

“Feyre?” Rhysand’s voice cuts into her thoughts, forcing her to push them to the back of her mind. Realizing that he was still speaking and she hasn’t heard a word he said, she smiles with embarrassment.

“Yes,” she asks, clearing her throat.

“I thought I lost you,” he says slyly, suspecting the turn her thoughts have taken.

She smiles innocently at him. “Not a chance. But I don’t think we should do anything you just said,” she adds bluntly. “I have a better idea.”

“Really? And what does my High Lady want to do today?” While he is not entirely sure what is on Feyre’s mind, he has been working as much as she has, and has an idea that what she is going to say involves nothing like responsibility. She still keeps the walls in her mind up – a necessary precaution for a High Lady – and he doesn’t mind affording her that privacy.

“First, keep calling me your High Lady,” she demands.

“Done, High Lady.” She raises her eyebrows at him. “My High Lady. Apologies.” He grins wickedly at her, liking where this game is going.

“Second, I want you to take me to the Winter Court. I’ve heard they have some hot springs there that are quite restorative.” She tilts her head and shifts her shoulders so one strap of her nightgown falls slightly. She doesn’t make any moves to replace it. “And they even have some where you can bathe nude.”

He growls under his breath. “And this is what my High Lady wants?”

“I’m not done,” she says sharply. He raises his hands in submission, asking her to continue.

“I want to go to these hot springs, and I want you to myself. I want you to stop thinking about the other Courts, other fae, I don’t care who they are. I want you to think only of me.” As she finishes, she dips her finger into the jar of jam on the table, licking it off without breaking eye contact.

“Is there anything else you need,” he asks, attention fully on her in a way that it hadn’t been before.

“Before we go, I want you to take me back to our bedroom and help me get ready. I am quite… tense this morning, and I don’t want to travel like that. You don’t want me to travel like that.”

He nods in agreement. “How do you suppose I help you… relieve the tension, Feyre darling?”

Feyre stands from the table. “You know exactly how, dearest.”

He stands after her, hands braced on the table that separates them. He pushes it aside in a quick, rough movement, disturbing the plates and food. Strolling up to her, a contrast to the desperation of what he had just done, he hooks a finger on the strap still hanging from her shoulder.

“Would it have anything to do with me fucking you until you forget your own name,” he asks, slowly pulling the strap downward until her shift is hanging on her precariously.

“You know it does,” she whispers in his ear. She nips at his neck before turning and making her way towards their bedroom.

“As you wish, my High Lady,” he says, grinning and grabbing at her as she runs down the hallway, laughing.

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I still have a couple of these in my inbox, but… I love these prompts? So send more if you want, because I am a glutton for it, apparently. Dialogue prompts (2, 9, 41, 45, 50, 53, 71, 132, and 134 already done/working on)

Time for another round of “What The Hell Is Going On Here”

Let’s start with Jun. who has 2 shirts on. But okay dude maybe you’re cold you do you.

Next to him is Jeonghan who has braids or crimping I can’t 100% tell but I’m down with it. Also he’s too soft to be gangster but he tries bless him.

Woozi is just smiling like a normal human in an adorable hat beside Joshua who is saluting…something. Probably Woozi’s hat.

DK looks like Wonwoo here not gonna lie. Also I thought he had a Bruins Jersey on. You go faux gangster sunshine. You go.

Wonwoo looks sad. I think it’s the regret of the yellow bandana and Bowl cut combo.

S.Coups is dabbing in a bucket hat and pink sweatshirt. I have no issues with this. This is an aesthetic I can get behind.

Mingyu looks sassy. I like it. He’s cocking his hip and has a little beanie. You go sassy Mingyu.

Below him is Hoshi. Who has brought back the sweatband. Carats every wear praise The stylists. Skin is cleared. Grades improve.

Dino beside him is behind stepped on by DK but he doesn’t care. He is embracing the gangster life. Gangsters cuff their overalls and only wear one shoulder strap. #ThugLife

Minghao has brought back the ThugHao aesthetic minus the clothes. All white. Angel of savage. You go fam.

Then we have Seungkwan. Also in a bucket hat. Throwing up the peace sign and trying to contain the ThugHao savagery. We thank him.

And finally is Vernon. Macs are fully loaded. Bandana is ready. He is ready. We are all ready.

Lady Bug (Patrick HockstetterxReader)

For @starfishfaerie

~Request: Can I please request a PatrickxReader where Pat leaves dead bugs in the reader’s locker as a mean prank, but they love bugs and are just like “whoa cool spider!” “look how cute this beetle is!” And Patrick’s just like ??? I’m sorry if this is dumb lol~

Lady Bug

               When I opened the door to the school, a sudden rush of air blew into my face, pushing my hair back like one of those cheesy movie scene moments. I shook my head, reaching a hand up and patting my hair down, blowing at my bangs gently. I clutched my book closely to my chest with one hand, the other hand holding onto the strap of my canvas backpack that was slung over one shoulder, the other strap having been broken when Henry Bowers had pulled me back by it as I tried running away from him last week. My eyes flicked over the hallway, searching for Bowers and his gang, wanting to keep my distance from the bullies. Quickly, I made my way down the hallway, keeping my head down low until I reached my locker. Take a deep breath, I put in my combination quickly, looking around my quickly to make sure they weren’t coming. No one was paying me any attention, but off slightly in the distance I could see Patrick, Victor and Belch, all looking over in my direction, yet Henry wasn’t with them. I quickly turned my attention back to my locker, opening the door and holding up the book to slide it inside. Just as I was going to put the book in, I noticed the dead beetles and bugs splayed out across the shelves that were inside. My eyes flicked over the insects, and I gently brushed them to the side so that I could slide my book in before looking back to examine the small insects. None of them had any visible squish marks on them, somehow just…. dead. I moved a small, yellow lady bug with my finger, pouting slightly as it didn’t move. The other bugs that lay amongst it were ordinary beetles and pill bugs, but this singular yellow Lady Bug lay beautifully amongst the others. I picked it up gently off the shelf, holding it delicately in the palm of my hand, just as a slam was echoed through the locker next to mine, causing me to jump and cup my hands around the bug so that it wouldn’t fall to the floor. I looked up slowly, seeing the hand that was pressed against the locker next to mine, slowly moving my eyes up the arm to the face of Patrick Hockstetter who grinned at me sickly. My blood ran cold and he gently lifted his hand up to my face, his finger gently pushing my hair behind my ear.

“Like my present?” Patrick mocked, his eyes slowly moving towards the dead bugs that were inside my locker. I tilted my head over to look at them, shrugging my shoulder gently.

“I mean, those are pretty basic bugs…this yellow lady bug though is really pretty.” I told him, opening my cupped hands, causing him to look at me with wide eyes. I could tell by the look on his face that this wasn’t the reaction he was exactly expecting from me, but I looked up at him again. His shadow cast over me, causing me to feel like a cloud was blocking the sun from me. “Next time, if you want me to really be impressed, bring bugs that you can’t just find stuck to the windows of your house.” I added, pulling my backpack around and taking out a small pill bottle. I placed the lady bug inside of it gently, closing it back up and pushing it back into my bag.

“If you don’t mind, I have to go to class now.” I said to Patrick, my tone not wavering even slightly as I closed my locker door shut, and looked up at him.

“You’re…you’re a fucking weirdo.” He stammered out, causing me to crack a grin and pat his arm gently, giving him a small nod.

“Yeah, but so are you, Patrick.” I told him in a hushed voice, pulling my backpack farther up on my arm and walking around him, feeling his eyes burn into the back of my head as I walked away.

Word spread around school quickly about how I was a fucking freak and that I had an obsession with dead bugs, but at least they weren’t saying I was pregnant.

(Could possibly be continued but I’m not sure yet!)

Reverse Roles Part 5  that no one asked for

The sounds of waves, mixed with the rocking of the floor let him know they were moving again. He wasn’t sure where in the world they were exactly but Sabo thinks they are getting closer to the Red Line.

There are no windows to let him know for sure however and he slumps against the chains keeping him in place. He hadn’t tried to break free today too exhausted from the lack of food and sunlight. 

It’s been a few days since he was kidnapped, how many he has lost count but the fatigue in his body can at least let him know it’s been more than five. Even the fight with Jinbe hadn’t left him this tired. 

Sabo sighs, leaning his head back against the wall. This sucks.

 He hopes Thatch is alright if nothing else.  The ginger was one of his closest friends on the Moby Dick, seeing him laying in that pool of blood had been heart-wrenching.

He still can’t believe the scene he walked into that night.


Sabo had just been promoted to Chief of Staff though no one out side of the Army knows that yet. Dragon claimed that despite his age and questionable mental health there was no one more qualified for the position than him.

The blond had been honored to accept such a great responsibility.

 After the meeting where he was told of his promotion the blond had packed a bag to go visit the Whitebeards to tell them the good news. 

Ever since he agreed to become Whitebeard’s son- yes they broke him those smug bastards- he made a habit of visiting whenever he could.

Ace still didn’t remember the first ten years of his life, but for the past three, he had once more become someone dear to him. They talked about everything and nothing, danced at parties, and confided in each other just like old times. 

It was nice.

The blond couldn’t wait to see his face when he told Ace of his promotion. The man could no longer hold being a commander over his head. Because Sabo was technically higher ranking now, so ha!

With a satisfied grin, he waved goodbye to a pouting Koala. She wanted to come with him but Dragon had assigned her a new mission back to back. Meaning she wouldn’t be able to join him on his mini-vacation. 

It had only taken him a day or two to reach the Moby, following Marco’s vivre card which the blond gave him to come by whenever he wanted. Sabo still slept in his room ignoring his thousands of siblings’  multiple teasing.

Marco’s pretty boyfriend they called him or Marco’s boy. 

 Which was stupid to assume they were dating or even screwing for sharing a bed, hell, it was more to make sure Sabo rested properly because Marco was a mother hen that fussed over anything that moved. 

It wasn’t like the older man was interested in a kid like him anyway…

He hadn’t told anyone of his visit, intending on making it a surprise. When the large ship was in sight, it was night time. 

To make sure the watch didn’t think he was an enemy- and to sneak into Marco’s bed to give him a scare cause that one time the Fist commander screamed was hilarious- he hide his Haki by suppressing it and sailing in the guard’s blind spot. 

Sabo hitched the bag he brought with him on one shoulder. He strapped his trusty pipe to his back, before climbing up the side of the boat, grinning as he swung back and forth each time he felt himself slipping to one of the cannon windows. 

By the time he climbed the railings, his blood was pumping with adrenaline in a pleasant way from the workout.

Maybe it was this adrenaline that had him reacting so fast once his eyes landed on the two figures on the deck. One was casually staring up at the stares hand on something small by his side and the other walking up behind him.

In the small moonlight, he could make out a pompadour and black curling hair. 

He had raised his hand, ready to greet Thatch and Teach but is shocked to see a knife plunged into the chief’s back. Before the man can pull out the dagger, Sabo is upon him.

You filthy traitor!” He screams, pipe swinging as hard as he can at the shocked looking dark haired man. The other blocks all his attacks much to his surprised and pushes him back. 

The dagger comes close to slicing his neck open but the blond manages to roll away at the last second. He chucks his bag as hard as he can hoping to nail Teach in his smirking face only to be surprised when it stops mid air.

The next thing he knows he’s flying towards the laughing man.

Devil fruit. Teach has a devil fruit!?

His neck slammed against Teach’s open hand, clawing at the limb as it starting to squeeze. With his windpipe being slowly crushed Sabo tried his best to kick as much as he could.

Soon black dots danced in his eyes as his chest starts to burn because he can’t get the man off.

Then the bastard stabs him, using another blade he was apparently carrying. Once in the stomach and the other in the right leg.  Scarlett drips onto the deck as Sabo gags on the blood rushing up his throat. 

In that moment Sabo knew, somehow, through pure instinct that he could not win. He did the thing he always did when it came to a fail mission and he had no options left.

Save my men.

With the last of strength, the blond managed to grab his pipe and throw it. Teach tilted his head allowing the metal to fly by harmlessly, mocking grin on his lips. 

He’s lucky Sabo wasn’t aiming at him.

A giant dong runs along the deck before smaller multiple bells started ringing all over the Moby. Teach swears, shaking him as Sabo feels satisfaction bloom in his mind even as he is losing the battle to stay conscious.  

His pipe had hit the warning bell that watch activate when attacked. All of the Whitebeards were going to rush the deck any second now.

“Well if anything, Commander Ace will come after you.” The traitor taunts. Sabo glares into his eyes. 

He screams through his blood when Teach leaped over the railing, neck still trapped in his meaty hands. Thatch had locked eyes with him- pained but aware- right before he passed out.


Now here he was.

Being used as bait for Ace, as horrible as the thought was. Teach wasn’t aware of how valuable he was to the Revolutionary Army which was why he wasn’t turned over to the marines yet.

No, instead he has been dragged around with this mad man gathering a crew to fight against Pops. Always hidden and barely on the edge of alive.

Blackbeard- what a horrible stupid spit to Pop’s love- wanted to become a warlord and apparently Ace was the key to it all.  Sabo suspects he may know who Ace’s father is and he wishes for the first time in a long time, that he had said something about it.

Maybe that way his family would know of the danger  Ace was in for coming after them alone. But that was if he could pick up their trail, maybe just maybe, Sabo will die before he can be rescued.

Then there would be no reason to find Blackbeard anymore. 

As morbid as the thought is, he hopes his brother never finds him. 

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Additional observations that weren’t mentioned in the style guide, concert outfit and additional details version. 

  • Iris: Loose socks, bows on shoes/peep toe, one shoulder (non-asymmetrical) strap dresses, design on thigh
  • Auriana: Exposed mid-drift, one arm covered and the other is bare, band on skirt hem, ankle strap shoes
  • Talia: Halter top, decoration at the neck, band on top of bust, exposed back, arm bands
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You heard their shoes squeaking on the hallway floor as you stood in front of your locker. You closed your eyes and waited for the onslaught that was inevitably coming.

One broke off from the group and snapped your locker door shut. You luckily pulled your fingers out of the way in time. “Hey, Y/N. Nice shoes.”

You said nothing. You had learned by now that they left sooner if you didn’t.

Another one chimed in. “Get those from Goodwill, along with the rest of your closet?”

You stared down at the floor, not wanting to risk meeting their eyes. That always egged them on.  You hoped they would move on soon. The weight of the stares you were getting from passerby was heating your neck and face.

It didn’t go unnoticed. “Oh, look! Y/N is blushing!” That got a chuckle from the rest of the party.

One of them leaned closer to you. When you tried pulling away, they grabbed one of your backpack shoulder straps and yanked you close enough to feel their hot breath on your face. “Why are you blushing, Y/N? Don’t like all the attention?”

Again, you said nothing.

“You know what you are, don’t you? You’re a-“

You didn’t get to hear the rest because Dean had thrown them against the row of lockers.

“I’ll tell you what you are, you little twerp. You’re dead meat.”

Sam walked up behind him, his eyes cold. “Road kill.”

You paled. They weren’t supposed to be here. Them fighting your battles wasn’t going to make the group stop. If anything, it was going to paint a bigger target on your back.

You pulled on Dean’s leather jacket, eyeing the growing crowd. A teacher would notice soon enough. “Dean. Stop.”

Dean didn’t take his eyes off of the perpetrator. “No. I’m not done putting this piece of crap in its place.”

Sam turned to you. “Why didn’t you tell us this was happening?”

Your face grew red again as you gestured to Dean. “Why do you think, Sam?”

Sam’s jaw grew tight. “This isn’t okay, Y/N. The way that they were treating you-“

“I had it handled.”

Dean growled, smacking the kid against the wall again for emphasis, “No, we have it handled.”

You opened your mouth to object when a teacher pushed through the crowd. “Excuse me! What is going on here?”

Dean said, keeping his eyes on the kid, “We caught this one threatening one of your other students.” He turned towards the teacher. “We stopped it.”

Sam silently showed him their fake police IDs. Your eyes widened. The guys weren’t messing around this time.

“Well, would you mind unhanding my student, officer? I’ll make sure they receive the appropriate discipline, if what you’re saying is true.”

Dean released the kid, who fell to the floor in a heap. They shakily crawled over to the teacher’s feet. “Sure.” He eyed the kid. “Have a nice day.”

He sauntered off, Sam following close behind. You sighed and did the same. After they had gotten far enough away from the group, Dean muttered darkly, “That kid is lucky I left my gun in the car.”

Walking Dead Game FanFiction - "Coming Out"

Title: Coming Out
Characters: Clementine, Gabe, Javi, Jesus
Summary: After finding a picture of Clementine kissing an old girlfriend, she comes out to Javi and Gabe and in turn, Javi tells them both he’s bisexual.
Author’s Note: Another special request for pride month! Gay means yay, friends.
Requested By: Anonymous
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“Where’s Clem?”

Hearing the familiar voice ask the classic question, Javier turned to his side with a knowing smirk. Before him stood Gabe, eyes resting on his uncle only momentarily before nervously shifting away. He chuckled, turning his attention back to scanning the to-do list Kate handed to him earlier in the day. “I think she’s at the park.”

Since they had sealed the doors to Richmond, Kate and Javi had been working their hardest to put the community back together. Hoping to repay those affected, they promised to fix the city they felt they had destroyed. Ever since, Kate had given Javi a list of things yet to be accomplished, and every night they sat to do over what had yet to be done.

With a sigh, he stuffed the list back into his pocket. “I need to head that way anyways. Mind if I tag along?”

Gabe gave a nod almost as if he was relieved and paired it with a sigh. As clear as it was that he was smitten for the girl he was about to see, as far as Gabe knew, his secret was still under wraps. So, to ensure that his “secret” stayed that way, it was nice to have someone join him to go see her. That way it didn’t seem obvious.

Although to Clementine, it was. Hell, to everyone it was. But that didn’t mean they were about to burst his bubble and confess that they knew.

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Old Wounds - Chapter Ten

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The trees arched over the road, bare soldiers forming an honor guard for her arrival, or prison guards making sure that she didn’t escape on the way to her execution. Gigi listened to the directions from her GPS through the earpiece in her helmet and followed the road around to a cabin that managed to look both rustic and luxurious at the same time. She pulled into the space next to her mum’s car. Dad’s Ferrari wouldn’t have held everyone and the luggage. Not that space was the reason Gigi had insisted on taking her motorcycle. It was so she had a means of escape if she needed it.

The sky was just darkening to dusk as she took off her helmet and shook out her hair. The magenta-streaked strands settled into disarray around her face and her breath clouded the air as she saw a jogger coming along the side of the road. Even with a knit cap covering all his hair, she knew it was Jack. His beard gave him away, and there was something distinctive about his gait, the way he moved with grace and efficiency. He was wearing running leggings that were like a second skin, showing off his incredible thighs. Luckily he was wearing shorts over them so that he wasn’t showing off anything else.  But he was wearing a sleeveless shirt. And he had obviously been out running for a while, because there was steam rising off of his arms.

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image: four picture of a non binary person with dark hair and black rimmed glasses. they are wearing a dark shirt and a black faux leather jacket. they have a black, floral bag over one shoulder and a guitar strapped over their other shoulder. end description.

~*~punk rock enby // latinx freedom fighter~*~

bonus: when my datemate @feuillyadeux made me laugh

Begin Again

Anonymous requested: She is a doctor working at the emergency room and meets Zico there by a casualty. If he’s the patient or the guardian or if they fall in love or if it’s fluffy or whatever and how it ends that’s up to you. I will only ask for it to be a damn long scenario. I’m sorry if I’m annoying and shit but I’m about to cry of tiredness and I really need something to lift my mood, please have mercy of the tired ass of a med student.

A/N: Let me first start of by apologizing to my med student nonnie who sent this in months ago. I finally had a concept for this pop up. I hope (if you’re still around) this was worth the wait and sort of what you were looking for! All the best wishes for you and your studies! Much love, Jenn

Genre: Zico x Reader

Words: 4073

Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!

It wasn’t that you necessarily hated weddings…oh who were you kidding? You absolutely loathed them. From the time you had to be a bridesmaid in three separate weddings. Defending against drunken uncles or trying to remind someone’s seventy-year-old grandfather while slow dancing that their hands still needed to stay on your hips, not your ass.

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