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Low Calorie Foods Master List

Thanks to JadeBambiRose on myproana.com for this Low Calorie Foods Master list!! I’m putting it here so I can use it for future reference. I’ll be finding some other things from different websites soon though.

  • Shirataki Noodles (20 cal)
  • Coconut Milk, Vanilla unsweetendened (45 cal)
  • Almond Milk (Almond Breeze is only 40 cal) 
  • Sliced Deli Turkey Meat (50 cal)
  • Miso Soup (30 cal)
  • Low cal Apple Cider (10 cal packs)
  • Cup-a-soup (50 cal)
  • Banana Peppers (5 cals per 15 rings)
  • ½ banana (50 cals)
  • Coke Zero (0)
  • Vanilla Coke zero (0)
  • Powerade Zero (0 cal and has a nice amount of B Vitamins)
  • Green tea (0)
  • Black coffee (0)
  • PB2  (45) 
  • Strawberries (48 cals a cup)
  • Miracle noodles (0)
  • Miracle rice (0)
  • Sugar free jelly pot (10 cal)
  • Weight watchers yoghurt (50 cal)
  • Kallo corn/rice cakes (26 calories)
  • Tesco lighter choices soup (Chinese chicken noodle)  (48 calories)
  • Options hot chocolate (40 calories)
  • Pickled onions - 10 = (20 calories)
  • Mini fabs (50 calories)
  • Weight watchers brown bread (48 calories) 
  • Snack a jacks (40 calories)
  • Lettuce (15)
  • Laughing cow spreadable cheese (35)
  • Black olives (25 for 4)
  • Plums (30-40)
  • Honey (10 cal for a teaspoon)
  • Steamed veggies (25-40 cals depending what type of vegetable it is)
  • Celery (5)
  • Magic pops (15)
  • Melba toasts (30 for two)
  • Any kind of broth (10-20) 
  • Croutons (the fat free kind are 30 for two tablespoons)
  • Cherry/grape tomatoes (fun to snack on, 15 for half a cup.)
  • Egg whites/egg beaters (20 for 2 tbsp.)
  • Baby carrots (30)
  • Mustard (5-10 for 2 tbsp.)
  • Ketchup (20)
  • Swiss Miss diet hot chocolate (25)
  • Healthy Choice wheat bread (35)
  • Fat free cool whip (15 for 2 tbsp.)
  • Plain rice cake (25)
  • Bell peppers (24)
  • Cucumber (47)
  • Morning Star veggie hot dog (50)
  • Weight Watchers american cheese (45)
  • Canned green beans (15) per 2/3 cups
  • Canned sliced bamboo shoots (10 - 20 cal)
  • Seaweed sheets (5 - 10 cal depending on size)
  • Eat Water rice/pasta/noodles (7 cal)
  • Bullion cubes (5 cal)
  • Salsa (10 for 2 tbsp.)
  • Cottage Cheese (100)
  • Oat Milk (45)
  • Green Tea (0)
  • Regular Peanut Butter (94 for 1 tbsp)
Cheap Thrills (bucky smut)

Originally posted by a-marvelous-bean

Summary: you lose your phone in your apartment.

A/N: okay, for the record, this is the shittiest smut fics I have ever written. I hate it, but maybe someone on here will enjoy it’s shittiness?

Warnings: fwb, slight choking, dom/sub undertones I guess?, fingering, oral (Fr), I think that’s it??

Word Count: 2.6K


You’ve been neighbors with him for a pretty long time. Maybe a year or so.  So when you had lost your cell phone and needed an extra set of hands or eyes to help find it, you walked out of your apartment and went next door to Bucky’s place.

You knocked on the door, not expecting the site in front of you once the door had unlocked and swung open. He must’ve just gotten out of bed, despite it being near two in the afternoon. He answered the door, hair tousled about, wearing a thin white beater and matching boxers.

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Harry Smut// Officer H

shavon24lo asked: “Can you do an anonymous part 2? and y/n could go back home to her husband and he’d see the marks that Harry left and they get into a fight and she goes back to Harry? Or something like that idk. thanks”

A/N: I was very excited to write this xx

Part 1 || Masterlist

You closed your car door before speeding out of your own driveway and onto the main streets of London. You left the hotel the next morning while the man, whom still didn’t have a name, laid asleep in the hotel bed. He left a note on your phone with his number and address, leaving you to enter it yourself. You entered it as Anonymous. As much as you wanted to stay with him, you still had a home and boyfriend to address to. It wasn’t until you saw him again. As mad as you were about him not showing up, you remembered the marks the man at the hotel left.

The five marks were faint, but obvious when they were finally noticed by your boyfriend. Both of you were irate over two different topics that could have been solved if he would have shown up. He went to blow off some steam around noon, but you stayed at home. You knew it was over; there was no more hope for either of you.

Four years had gone to waste over one night, but it was a night you didn’t regret. Not even a part of you wanted to take it back. You replayed multiple times in your mind.

You punched in his address into your GPS. You didn’t have a place to go anymore, and you wanted, needed to see him again. You turned the corner and drove down to a flat complex at the end of the road. You parked on the street before looking on your phone for the flat number.

“10th floor, unit 4,” you mumbled to yourself.

You sighed before exiting your car. The cold brisk air finally hit you. You walked into the building, feeling out of place. You found your way to the elevator and opened it. You rode up alone to the tenth floor, fidgeting with your hands. You wondered if he would turn you down now. Maybe he thought a one night stand, but he still gave you his number and address. Did he expect you to come? Did you seem desperate coming back to him the following night?

Your thoughts vanished when the ding of the elevator sung on the tenth floor. You walked to the fourth unit, knocking on the door. The hollow knock sounded through the hallway. 

No one answered. 

You tried again and knocked for the second time. You shook your head before heading back to the elevator. You pressed the down button and waited for it to arrive. 

It opened and revealed him.

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Awoo~

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Fluffy Fluff, Slightly Slight Angst (nothing big), Hybrid!au

Words: 3,328

Summary: A snapshot into the life of Jung Hoseok and his cat hybrid (aka Y/N)

A/N: Always wanted to write a Hybrid!au…so, here it is! Also, I got the title from the song by Lim Kim


“You smell weird.”

Hoseok stopped and turned towards you, blinking in surprise.

About an hour ago, you were sitting right next to him with your head on his lap, eating the strawberries he put in a bowl for you. You were quiet while watching TV as Hoseok shuffled with papers he had to get through for his job’s upcoming project. The television was put on mute, so you were just watching the characters on screen walk around and talk without any words coming out of their mouths (Hoseok said he could finish his work in the bedroom so he wouldn’t bother your TV time (he knows you enjoy a certain drama that comes on at 8) but you decided spending time with him was better than some drama you could watch again—but you wouldn’t tell him that). You would occasionally rub your cheek against his leg and he would let his finger run through your hair, stopping every now and then to put a paper to the side or rub his knuckles behind your ears.

Everything was quiet. You were quiet the entire time—letting out a purr every now and then when he scratched that particular spot behind your ears—and it was nice. He enjoyed the domestic feeling that resonated throughout the apartment, bringing forth a warm sensation that filled is stomach, making it completely full. Almost like he had eaten a century’s worth of food.

It felt nice. Being with you was nice, and he wanted to stay like this forever.

That is until you slowly removed yourself from his lap. He didn’t pay much mind to it at first, simply allowing you to move so you could go to the bathroom or get a drink or do whatever it was you needed to do, as long as you came back into his lap quickly. But, you didn’t walk to the kitchen or bathroom. He could still feel your presence beside him, staring at him. Well, it felt more like glaring.

Than you spoke. And it wasn’t sweet like your strawberry stained fingers. It wasn’t sugar coated. It was blunt and straight to the point, just like most things you said (but he liked that about you). You just straight out and said what was on your mind, even if it might’ve been kind of harsh. You didn’t come right out and say it, but Hoseok knew what you meant.

Hoseok, you stink.

He put his papers down and used his finger to adjust the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose before he spoke.

“I…I do?” he stuttered out, sounding confused and a little offended. You usually enjoyed his scent. Well, at least he thought you did.

Once his glasses were in place, he could see the way your eyes bore into his, glaring at him. You sat on your knees with your hands clinched on your lap, and your tail swayed side to side vigorously.

Were you angry?

You were wearing his oversized white t-shirt (the one that fell off your shoulder, exposing your smooth skin), and it kind of distracted him from the situation at the moment. Hoseok loved your skin. It was similar to silk with how much he wanted to constantly touch it; to feel how soft it is. You weren’t wearing any pants either. Probably just shorts that were being covered by the shirt. Or maybe you were only wearing your underwear underneath. Or…or maybe you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Nothing at all. Just the thought made a chill run down his spine.

He felt the need to touch you now, but he remembered the sharp gaze you had on him and he thought maybe now wasn’t the best time for that.

He really wanted to, though.

Hoseok brought his gaze back to your eyes and, indeed, you were still glaring at him and your tail was still moving around anxiously. You must’ve been waiting for a better response than the one he just gave you, but you broke the silence before he could say anything else.

“Yes. You smell weird,” you said as you shifted your eyes to the side for a second, only to bring them back to Hoseok’s. “You smell kind of. . .different.”

Hoseok took his glasses off and put them on the coffee table before leaning his back against the couch, never breaking eye contact with you. So, cute.

“Well, what do I smell like?”

The question made you snap your head up at him, looking into his sleepy eyes, and crawl over to him slowly. You brought your face close to his, your nose touching his, and you stared at him for a while, admiring his features, before dropping your head down to nose at his neck. You took a deep breath, and began running your nose down his neck to his shoulder. You inhaled and then rubbed your cheek against his shoulder until you’ve had enough and used your nose to trace your way to the dip in the middle of his neck.

You continued to nose at the exposed skin around his neck and shoulder, pulling down the strap to his white beater to expose more of him. Hoseok softly smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist to hoist you onto his lap. Once you were straddling him, still smelling and scenting him, Hoseok ran his hands up and down your bare thighs, sighing at the warmth of your skin. He moved his right hand up to your hips, moving the fabric of the shirt with him to feel more of you. He kept moving his hand up until his palm was on your back, his thumb gently rubbing circles into the skin.

He closed his eyes, and enjoyed the moment while it lasted. (You were wearing the baby blue underwear that had small pink hearts everywhere).

Eventually, you removed your face from his neck with your nose scrunched up. “You smell fruity. Like some perfume,” you said with a little sniff. “really strong perfume.”

Hoseok opened his eyes and looked at you. “Really?”

You nodded. God, he’s beautiful.

“That’s strange. You know I don’t where any cologne usually or body spray.” He knew you liked his natural scent more than of those artificial flavors people envelope their body in.

But he wasn’t prepared for what you said to him next.

“Were you with a woman?”

Hoseok’s head snapped up, his eyes looking directly into yours. You were expressionless. Not upset, not sad, not anything. Your face was completely blank. If he had to name one thing he didn’t personally care for about you (which was difficult because he literally loved everything about you), it would have to be this face that he could never read or decipher. It made understanding you quite difficult; especially when he first brought you home.

“A woman?” he questioned with a frown. “Y/N, you know I work with other women at my job. Maybe one of them brushed up against me while they were walking by or something like that.”

That was a lie. He was with a woman at work. Well, not in that type of context. While assisting an associate with a bug on her computer, she was leaning pretty close against him, having her chest a little too close to his shoulders. Once he was able to fix the problem, she showed her gratitude by running her hand along his bicep with a flirtatious smirk. He felt extremely uncomfortable and quickly took his leave before anything escalated. He didn’t think much of the encounter since he didn’t feel much from it—just discomfort.

You didn’t have anything to worry about, since he only saw you, but he felt the need to ease your suspicion, so he wrapped his arms around you more and place his face in the crook of your neck.

“Besides, I don’t have the time or the urge for anyone else. It’s only you. It’ll always be you.” Now it was Hoseok’s turn to run his nose along your neck, letting it run along your jawline, knowing it always made you feel good.

There was only you, and there would always only be you. Only you-

“I don’t believe you.”

Hoseok’s entire body froze and the hold on your waist loosen. He removed his face from your neck only to see your catlike eyes glaring at him once again before removing yourself from his hold and walking out of the room.

Hoseok sat on the couch for a moment, dumbfounded by your comment, until he heard the slam of a door making him jump up and shuffle towards your bedroom door. As soon as he was in front of your door he gave a slight knock, requesting your permission to enter.

Silence.

He knocked a second time.

No one answers.

He gives a third knock and, with another no answer, he knows you were going to be ignoring him for a while. You only did that when you weren’t in the mood to argue. Ignoring him meant you weren’t angry, but far from happy as well. He let out a defeated sigh before reaching for the doorknob and gripping it. Hoseok could easily walk into your room and make you give him your attention, but he knew that would just be invading your privacy. You never locked your door. You didn’t, because you never had a reason to. He respected you. You were of value. His equal. So, if you wanted time to yourself, he would grant that to you. You didn’t have to lock the door to get away from him because he would already know what mood you’re in to know what you want. And, if that so happens to be away from him, then he would make himself give you some time until you’re ready.

So, Hoseok releases his grip from your doorknob and slowly walks away from your bedroom door, settling back on the couch to finish his work; hoping you would feel generous enough to see him before he has to go to bed.


Sometimes you wished Hoseok would just storm into your room, and make you listen to him. He had every right to ask for an explanation from you. And you knew there was no reason for you to be upset. It wasn’t that big of a deal. He comes home smelling of other people most of the time since he works at an office with like 15 other people. It was understandable that one of them (even if it was a woman) might bump against him or get close to him.

It’s just…why did it have to be a woman? Why did it have to be someone with such a strong smell? Why did she have to get so close that you could smell her all over his body?

Bitch.

Hoseok was too nice for his own good. He always saw the good in people and didn’t really like confrontation. That’s why whenever you both did so happen to get into an argument, he would always give you time to calm down whenever you stormed out. Afterwards, you would come out of your room and he would be waiting for you, ready to cuddle with you and run his hands along your tail. The issue is never really solved and it doesn’t get brought up again. It’s not the best way to resolve a problem, of course, but it worked for the both of you.

Well, except this time.

You didn’t feel like going back into the room and ignoring the issue just so he could pet you and rub his hands along your body. Though that did sound nice, you wanted to let him know that this isn’t going to be solved with just a few gentle strokes. Hoseok needed to know that…

Hell. You didn’t even know what you wanted him to know, honestly. You weren’t particular upset about the way he smelled. You just. . .just wanted him to-

Shit. What the hell is wrong with me?


You waited about two hours before deciding it was time to leave your room. You tip toed to your door and leaned your ear against it, wondering if Hoseok was still around.

You didn’t hear anything, so you quietly opened the door and peeked your head out. Looking both ways and seeing that the close was clear, you quietly walked towards the living room. The television was off and the room was dark. Good. You weren’t really in the mood to talk to him right now. You made your way to the kitchen and opened the fridge, seeing if there was anything to snacks on before going back to your room. You settled some more fruit—blackberries, blueberries, and more strawberries—grabbing a bowl and pour them in together. You plucked a blackberry out the bowl and started putting the containers back in the fridge.

Once you were done, all the food back in its place and about to grab the bowl to head to your room, you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist and hoisting you into the air. You let out a weak yelp and tried to get out of the hold, but stopped once you heard a familiar voice.

“I’ve finally got you.” the voice chuckled against your ear before placing a light peck behind the lobe. You immediately stopped moving and allowed yourself to be carried bridal style in Hoseok’s arms as he made his way to the living room. He sat on the couch, placing the bowl of fruit on the coffee table and wrapping his warm arms around your waist so you won’t try to run away.

(Even though you didn’t plan on leaving.)

You just sigh in frustration and cross your arms over your chest, looking anywhere but at him.

“Hey,” Hoseok hums, kissing behind your ear again. “Hey, come one. Look at me, Y/N. Please?”

You didn’t respond. Just kept your attention on the blank television screen. Your tail swayed side to side, agitated.

Hoseok sighs. “Y/N, come one,” he buries his face into your neck. “I…I’m sorry. I took a shower for you. Do I still smell like them?”

At that moment, you felt like complete shit. Hoseok apologized, and he had no right to. It really, really wasn’t his fault, yet you made him feel as if it was. I really don’t deserve him.

Your ears began to flatten at the thought. Slowly, you turned your body around to straddle him, and buried your face into his neck. You took a deep, deep breath of his scent, and, the smell flowed through your nose. His smell. The smell of citrus and honey, but also the distinct smell of a man. You know, that musky smell. You couldn’t get enough of it. It was so addicting. Hoseok, he was so addicting. You could stay cooped up in his arms forever.

But, as you basked in the scent that is Hoseok, you could still, very faintly, smell the fruit scent of some woman.

“Do I smell any better?” Hoseok broke the silence making you snap out of your thoughts. You took another whiff before nodding your head. That made him sigh in relief, pulling you more into his arms. He could place his hands on your cheeks and lifted your head to meet his so he can place his forehead on yours. “Good. Do you love me again?”

That made you frown. Love again? What was he talking about? You’ll always love him. What kind of question is that? Why would he even think about you not loving him? That’s ridiculous. It should be a crime to ask such a question like that. Your ears straightened up and your tail began to move around again. You pressed the palms of your hands on his cheeks as well and lightly pressed your lips on his. When you pulled back, you could see the soft smile and happiness that shone in his eyes.

“I never stopped, Hobi.”

Hoseok let out another sigh before burying his face in your neck, tightening his arms around your waist again. “That’s good. I’m glad,” he peppered light kisses along your neck and jawline. “So, glad.”

You began running your hands through his hair, burying your nose in the strands. He washed it, and it smelled like the rose shampoo you really liked. Your stopped moving your tail and laid it over his knee. You both stayed like that for a little while, simply basking in each other’s scent. Hoseok would continue to nudge your neck with his nose and leave random pecks throughout the skin, while you buried your nose further into his hair and occasionally rubbing your cheek and forehead against him. There was no sounds this time. No papers rustling around; just the sound of you and Hoseok breathing and the deep breaths you both took. It was perfect. He was perfect. You both were perfect together.

You both finally broke apart once Hoseok yawned against your (his) t-shirt, causing you to move back to look at him. His eyes were drooping and he looked exhausted, yet he still managed to keep that lovely smile on his face just for you.

“You should go to bed, Hobi.” You said as you began removing yourself from his lap, but Hoseok gripped your waist to make you stay in place.

“No, not yet. Stay with me,” he leaned his back against the couch, keeping eye contact with you. “Right here.” He gently lifts you and lays you across his lap, grabbing the bowl of fruit afterwards. He picks up a blackberry and holds it up against your mouth. You let the blackberry hit your lips a bit before opening your mouth and eating the fruit from Hoseok’s hand. He smiles and continues to place more fruit in front of your mouth for you to eat.

“Hobi, you have to go to sleep. You have work in the morning and I don’t want you to be late or tired when you get up.” You say even though you’re still eating the fruit he holds in front of you.

“It’s fine. I want to spend more time with you before I go to sleep.” He response and licks some of the juice on his thumb before grabbing a strawberry from the bowl.

You pout. “But you’ll be tired in the morning.”

Hoseok chuckles. “But I want to be with you a little more.”

You feel your heart speed up and your tail start to find its rhythm again. “But you could be late for work and Namjoon will be mad at you!”

“But I love you.”

And that’s it. Those three words cause you to forget how speak and simply eat the strawberry from his fingers with your face the color of the fruit. He won this round, I guess.

But, honestly, he somehow wins every round.

(You both eventually fall asleep on the couch, with you lying on the couch and Hoseok on top of you, resting his head on your chest and holding your intertwined fingers against his lips.

Hoseok’s alarm goes off at 7am, but neither of you hear it since its charging in his bedroom, causing you both to wake up at 8am—thirty minutes before he has to be at the office. You try to get him to hurry, but he refuses, saying something about, “I don’t feel good!” and “You have to take care of me today!”

You try to make him leave, but he gives that really annoying (annoyingly cute) puppy dog face causing you to give in and let Hoseok call Namjoon about not being able to make it into work today.

From the other line, you could practically hear Namjoon rolling his eyes as he tells Hoseok to ‘get better’ before hanging up the phone.)  


 …The End?

(Part 2? Possible series? Let me know what you guys think with likes/comments please! ^^

See ya around!)

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Today is your lazy day. You were laid up in your boyfriend, Stefan’s bed watching Twilight. You’ve seen it before, but today was the day you planned on re-watching it for the 20th time.

Stefan was gone most of the day taking care of a few things that you didn’t want any part of.

It is now almost 6:00pm. The first thing he does when he comes home is give you a quick peck on the cheek, then he headed straight for the shower.

15ish minutes later…

Here comes your boyfriend, fresh out of the shower, with a towel wrapped around his waist. Seeing his figure come out of the bathroom causes you to quickly glance, then you continued to glue your eyes to the screen, being consumed by the movie. If you weren’t so distracted seeing him half naked, you would’ve been doing a few naughty things here and there.

Stefan dries off, then puts on his boxers first. You’re at the scene where Bella calls out Edward on being a vampire. The word ‘vampire’ catches Stefan’s attention. As he’s putting on his white wife beater, he asks, “what in the world are you watching?”

“Uh, twilight. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen this movie.” You asked surprisingly.

“Oh, it’s that stupid vampire movie. I remember Damon barely finished reading the book because it was so terrible.”

“It’s not stupid, Stefan.” You rolled your eyes in his ignorance.

“Come on, babe. These wannabes sparkle in the sun.” Stefan joins you under the covers.

“Well, I think it’s beautiful that they sparkle. Would you rather sparkle or burn from the sun?” You said, raising your nose in the air while crossing your arms.

And to add to the ignorance comes Damon walking in the room before Stefan could respond to your question. “I couldn’t help but overhear my name and ‘twilight’.” After noticing what’s on the TV screen, he added, “Oh. Ew. Why watch Twilight when you have the real thing over here, but better.” Damon dramatically rolls his eyes at you.

“It’s just a movie. Quit taking it so personal you guys.” It was obvious you were just flat out annoyed at this point. All you wanted to do was watch this movie in peace, but no, the Salvatore brothers just have to be air heads.

Stefan shrugs his shoulders in response.

Damon walks over to the bed and sits at the edge, pointing at the screen after seeing Edward Cullen. “Oh look, Stefan. That’s you.”

Stefan laughs, then throws a pillow at Damon. I mean, you couldn’t lie that there’s a resemblance there when it comes to their hair and pale skin.

Comatose-Chapter 2

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there.

Originally posted by unchartedghoul

Waking up the following morning is like ascending from a year in ice. Your heart is cold and numb, eyes crusted together with sleep and dried tears, your lips are cracked and voice scratchy from screaming your pain at the four walled prison you had made for yourself.

You contemplate calling Bucky, going so far as to pickup your phone, ignoring the 80+ missed calls you have from various Avengers. Finger hovering over the call button on the screen, the images of his betrayal replay inside your head. Stifling a sob, it lodges  in your throat, and you dial another number instead, a number you haven’t called in over 3 years, and pray that he will answer. You didn’t leave on the best of terms, after all.

Ring… Ring… Ring…

“What?” comes the gruff voice over the phone.

“Lo-Logan?” you croak, only to have silence greet you.

When the curt reply of, “(y/n)” finally comes, your heart plummets into your stomach. “I’m sorry,” you sob. “I shouldn’t have called.”

“No, wait, (y/n). What’s goin on?” You begin to cry in earnest and then, “I’ll be there in four hours,” comes over the line before it goes dead. You stare at your phone in horror. No… oh fuck..

Scrambling out of bed, you fly into the shower, scrubbing every inch of your skin, shampooing your hair and rinsing in record time. Rushing to your closet, you pick out black, skinny ripped jeans, combat boots, and a studded, capped sleeve, loose fitting t-shirt. You run a brush through your damp hair, pulling it into a tight ponytail before brushing a light dusting of blush across your cheeks and applying a coat of mascara to your eyelashes.

Feeling armed enough to face the onslaught of questions the arrival of Logan will bring, you step into your living area, taking in the shattered glass on the floor. Well fuck, this is a mess, you think as you float the pieces of glass in the air.  With a twitch of your fingers, you disintegrate them before turning your focus to the rest of the apartment. You straighten the hot mess your frazzled nerves made last night with a flick of your wrist, and satisfied with your progress, you sit yourself on the couch. Staring patiently at the door, you await Logan’s arrival.

Three hours and thirty minutes later, you hear a knock on the door, which sends a weird sense of panic and relief washing over you. Opening the door, you take in Logan’s features The man hasn’t aged a day. Strong muscular frame, hair styled just so, and a white wife beater under a leather jacket. Same old Logan.

“(Y/N)” he says in greeting.

“Logan,” you reply as you step aside to let him in. Gesturing toward the couch, you fidget as you ask, “Want something to drink?”

“Nah,” he replies. “What I want is for you to tell me why you called me out of nowhere, sounding like hell,” he states plainly, causing you to sigh as you take a seat next to him.

“I don’t know why I called…” you trail off. “I guess, I needed to hear a friendly voice..I..” You start crying as you try to get the words out. “The man I loved, my boyfriend of two years, thought it a fucking great idea to sleep with my best friend! And then he tells me he’s in love with both of us!” you exclaim shakily. “I’m such a fool to think it could have happened any other way, I mean, you left me for another woman.” You laugh mirthlessly as Logan growls. “Why the hell would it be any different this time? Why would anyone see me as anything else but a pit stop to someone better?” Pulling your knees to your chest, your breath hitches as you ask, “What’s wrong with me, Logan? Why can’t anyone love me enough to stay?”

Crying in earnest now, great heaving sobs shaking your delicate frame, you go willingly when he pulls you into his side. “There ain’t nuthin’ wrong with you, sweetheart. I loved Jean, and I loved you. I just… loved her a lil’ more, and I wound up killin’ her.” He snorts out a self-deprecating laugh. “She broke me, more than once, but you, you saved me. From the nightmares, from the darkness, and I treated ya like shit. I’m sorry for that.” He sighs loudly before continuing. “He’s an idiot, this man of yours, and I’m sorry he hurt ya,” Logan says gruffly

“I love him, Logan. More than I loved you, and a part of me wants to run back there and forgive him for everything.” Licking your dry lips you carry on, “And I need to go back, because it’s my job. People count on me. I’m gonna have to face them both, and deal with this, and all I really want to do is go home,” you say as you cling to his shirt.

“You wanna come home?” he asks tentatively.

“Yeah. I really just want to go home, Logan” you reply truthfully. “I wanna feel anything but this… numbness.”

He scrutinizes you for a full minute before he takes out his phone and dials a number:

“Professor,” he says, causing your head to snap up. “We have a problem.” He listens to the voice for a full thirty seconds before he says, “That’s the lay of the land, yeah. What can we do about it?” Silence again filled the space between you. “Alright. I’ll let her know. See you in a couple of days, Professor.” He presses the end call button and looks down at your shocked face. “Don’t look at me like that. You said you wanted to come home,” he says while quirking an eyebrow.

“I didn’t mean for you to call my brother!” you shriek, scrambling  frantically upright. “We haven’t spoken in more than four years, Logan!” Pacing the length of your apartment, you glare at his smirking face. “There’s a reason I haven’t been home to visit!”

“Well, suck it up, Bub’. He’s makin’ the calls as we speak. You’re being transferred back to the X-Men.”

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Car Mechanic AU
  • Shiro regularly gets oggled by all the neighbors
    • he pretends he has no idea he’s being watched but he knows and sometimes flexes when a particularly attractive person walks by
    • he’s always covered in oil
    • it’s beautiful
  • coran own the pet shop next door
    • all of the cats are cage free and its madness, cats are always getting into the auto yard next door
    • shiro loves cats
    • keith loves cats
    • so it’s a good arrangement
  • keith is like the Car Whisperer and can fix any hunk of junk
  • speaking of Hunk regularly walks in with his tiny beat up 1965 yellow volkswagon bug needing a fix
    • “hunk you were here yesterday” “yeah I know but she made this UUURGGHHHH sound and I think it needs to be checked out” “Hunk that’s just your engine starting up” “yeah but like maybe you should check it out i mean what if i’m driving down the road one day and BOOM it just explodes do you really want that on your conscience?” “i really want you off my property” “ooh Keith’s in a mood. Did lance come by?” “WE’RE NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT ASSHOLE—“
  • Pidge comes by after school and procrastinates doing her homework by tinkering with the cars in the lot
    • she and keith are fixing one up they plan on taking cross country on a trip once she graduates high school
  • Lance works at a competing auto shop on the other side of town
    • he often comes by the pick on keith during his off hours
    • he’s always wearing a white wife beater and flexing as pretty girls go by but none of them notice because SHIRO <3
    • lance always pouts then shakes it off and starts shit-talking keith while he works on cars
    • “i totally fixed up a 98 beemer yesterday, it was like totally salvaged but i completely fixed it up like new, the owner was so amazed she laid a huge wet one on me” “the only person to lay a wet one on you is your mother” “don’t bring anita into this she did nothing to you” “…how is she?” “she’s excellent she and hunk are making cookies to bring to you and shiro tomorrow” “the anise kind?” “yeah” “sweet”
    • lance always ends up making his way beside keith under the car, pointing out all the tings keith should be working on, leaving too little room on the mechanic creeper (thing mechanics use to slide under the car)
  • one day allura walks in with a brand spankin new bentley she managed to crash into three separate vehicles “um, ma’am, not to pry but how did you—?” “i’m an important woman, i own seven businesses and i can’t afford to miss a call and i mean where did the intersection even come from? like when did that get built?” “um, i think it’s been there…forever” “well i’ve never seen it before”
    • she’s really just a terrible fucking driver
  • when shiro gives her a good deal on the first fix she keeps coming back
    • “lady, what happened this time?” “if i told you the deer hit me would you believe me?” “i might if you hadn’t hit it ass-first” “he was going too slow”
    • she becomes a regular, hanging out in the lot
  • lance hangs onto her like glue for awhile and keith is Not Annoyed and Doesn’t Care
  • after some awkward and misplaced flirting and finding out Allura is 100 percent gay she and lance just become good friends
    • they team up and make fun of keith
    • keith Hates this (but kind of likes the attention)
    • it eventually takes an intervention guided by allura to get lance to figure out his Feelings for keith
    • “no i really hate his mullet” “yes but when you say ‘hate’ you really mean” “absolutely fucking hate it. seriously hate it. his face is so beautiful it just ruins the whole thing—wait what?” “oh my god we’re getting somewhere pidge make sure you’re recording this!” “way ahead of you sister”
  • One day keith is down below a particularly finicky rabbit (who even has one of these anymore) when lance drops down and rolls under the car with him
    • “hey” “hey” “wanna cookie?” “sure”
    • keith nearly chokes on a ring
  • they get married at the auto center
    • keith thought it’d be a great idea to have a cat from coran’s shop be the ring bearer
    • it’s a terrible fucking idea and hunk barely manages to find the cat before the ceremony begins
    • anita bakes the wedding cake
    • shiro still has oil on him
    • but it’s a fantastic fucking day
Comatose-Chapter 8

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

The days had flown by in a haze of color. Days filled with sparring and forced laughter, with trying to be the person you once were. You had forced yourself to feel, to smile, to laugh, and you were slowly making progress. Lately, it had been less about forcing and more about living. You could surprise yourself by laughing without having to think that maybe you should first. The numbness was still there, but it was less. The wall was weaker. Day by day you had gotten better, closer to who you once had been.

Ultimately, you felt ready to go on missions again, which had brought you to your current predicament.

Grabbing your assailant by the hair, you bash his head into the wall twice before dropping him to the floor. Daintily stepping over him, you make your way into the room containing the servers. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission, but, as usual, you had encountered more resistance than you thought there would be. Inserting the flash drive into the USB port, you start the download, while straining your senses for any movement outside. Which is why it takes you a minute to notice the intel that is flashing across the screen, currently being downloaded.

You suck in a sharp breath as you  backtrack through the files. What the hell? Panic mounting, you scan the information as quickly as you can. Your movements are jerky as you detach the flash drive, and make your way back to the jet as quickly as you can. A few stragglers get in your way but are dispatched with a flurry of movement or a flick of power.

Stepping onto the jet, you nod at Logan when he asks if you got what you came for. Plopping down in the seat opposite him, you let out a long defeated sigh.

“You alright kiddo?” he  asks worriedly.

Raising your gaze to his, you swallow down the lump forming in your throat. “No. We have a problem. We need to get back ASAP.” Urgency bleeds into your tone. Logan studies you intently for a moment before nodding once and turning his attention back to flying the jet.

Thirty minutes later, you hurry through the mansion, desperately needing to get to Charles. You spot him speaking with Storm and send out a mental call. He pauses briefly, nods minutely, and excuses himself from Storm. You trail behind him, fear for the people you love setting off every nerve in your body, making you jumpy.

“We have a problem,” you say, once the doors to his office have closed behind you. As you plonk your butt into a chair, the exhaustion you feel is palpable, worming its way into your mind. “I found a classified op outlining an attack on the Mansion, Charles.They intend to kidnap me and morph my power into something dark. They want another phoenix.”

He stares at you for a full ten seconds. “Who does?” he finally asks.

“Hydra. They want to use me to take out the Avengers. They have plans to launch an assault on the compound and recapture the Winter Soldier.” Pinching the bridge of your nose you forge on. “They want to use us against each other, Charles. They want to use me against James.” Breath hitching in your throat, you try your best to quell the tide of tears threatening to stem over. Not now, you think. You’ve been so numb for so long, you don’t need the return of these feelings now. Not now when feeling nothing makes things easier. If you let the fear in, let the emotions return now, you will break. And if you break… will you ever be able to patch yourself back together?

“We must warn them,” Charles replies. “And we must get you to safety.”

“I am not sitting idly by while the people I love are in danger, Charles!” you snap. You need to do something, be in the action, or you’ll go crazy. If you’re too still, you’ll feel and lose what little control you’ve gained these last weeks.

“What do you propose we do, (y/n)?” he inquires.

Steeling yourself for your next words, you breathe deeply before you reply, “I need to go back. I have to help.” He makes to protest but you hold up your hand. “I have to do this, Charlie.”

Though he sighs, Charles nods able to understand your needs, perhaps even better than you can with how he’s been in your head lately chip, chip, chipping away at your walls.. Placing his fingers against his temple he sends out a call for Logan.

The silence stretches between you while you await Logan’s arrival, each deeply absorbed in your own thoughts. You hear the tell-tale shuffle of Logan outside the door, and a small smile plays on your lips. He throws open the door without knocking, cigar dangling from his lips, hair in disarray, and grease stains covering him from the waist up.There isn’t an inch of skin on his forearms which isn’t covered in some kind of black stain, and his once white wife-beater is now a murky, sweat stained grey with patches of black where he’d clearly wiped his hands.

You quirk a brow at him, lips twitching, and playfully quip, “No time for a shower?”  

He cocks a brow and chews on the end of his cigar, the look on his face the one that calls you smartass without needing to voice the word. “Trying to get me outta my clothes already, sweetheart?” he shoots back, a smirk spreading around the mangled cigar. You roll your eyes but Charles clears his throat meaningfully before you get a chance to fire back.

“I have an errand for you and (Y/n),” he says, putting an end to your bickering. The spoilsport.

Logan groans knowing instinctively he’s not going to like whatever this errand will be. Finally removing the cigar from his lips, he mutters, “Ah hell.”

Twenty minutes, and one awkward phonecall to Tony later, you head for your shower as Logan heads for his. Stripping off your soiled combat suit, you step under the spray, allowing the hot water to massage some of the tension out of your tight shoulders. You know that going back to the compound will open wounds not yet healed, hurts not yet dealt with, but you had little choice in the matter.

Staying at the mansion would put the children and your family in danger. Sure they were special children, but they were nowhere near ready to be X-men, and Charles could take care of himself, but that didn’t mean you would let him if leaving made that choice unnecessary. You had to leave, and you had to warn The Avengers. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but you had little choice in the matter. Still, if you spent an extra ten minutes hiding out in your shower, not yet ready to face what was coming, who was going to call you on it?

Stepping out of the shower and wrapping yourself in a towel you make your way into your bedroom. Logan is leaning against the opposite wall, your bags packed at his feet. You wonder if he even washed the grease off, or if it was just hidden under the long sleeved plaid shirt for no one that dirty could get ready that fast without cutting a few corners.

“I’ll be ten minutes,” you inform him. He grunts his understanding, a very Logan thing to do. It helps you feel the tiniest bit better. Like this is all normal and you can get through what comes next. “Thank you for packing for me.”

He arches a brow in your direction. “Are you gonna be alright, kid?” he asks hesitantly. “I don’t know if going back there is the best decision for ya.”

Sighing, you step behind a screen to change. “What choice do I have, Logan? Should I let them burn? Become what everyone is afraid I will become?” Zipping up the fly of you jeans you reach for the bra hanging over the top of the screen. “I will not stay out of this fight. I will protect the people I care for. No matter the cost.” Pulling a shirt over your head, you step out from behind the screen.

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Your eyes dart to Logan and immediately lock with his. They’re hard, hot with the anger in them. But you can see the fear living there, the desperation hidden behind layers of gruffness and his ‘I don’t care’ attitude which isn’t fooling anyone. The guy’s got a marshmallow center, soft and gooey, and he’s afraid. Afraid that he’ll be called on to do the unthinkable a second time.

A flash of memory flits through your mind, but instead of Jean standing before him, his claws through her body, it’s you standing on that hill. You shake your head to clear the image. There’s only one problem with his fear. Those claws of his, while painful, can’t kill you.

Nodding slowly, you walk across the room, reminded with every step just what a predator he can be as he straightens up to loom large, seeming to suck the air from the room with his determined scowl. Reaching for his hand, you pass a feather light caress over his knuckles. Over the claws which have taken more lives than either of you care to count. He curls his hand into a fist, pulling it away. A warning growl rises in his chest. An argument is brewing, one you stop by placing your finger against his lips.

When his silence is guaranteed, you shift your fingers to the stubble of his cheek. Coarse hair, rough beneath your fingertips, leads up into his sideburns. Brushing your thumb over his cheekbone, you feel him relax under the soft touch, a wild thing tamed for the moment and willing to listen. “Logan. I’m not Jean. I won’t fail in this. I’m not her. You’re not going to have to make that sacrifice. Not again.”

His eyes search yours, holding you there, looking deep for something that you can’t define. When his piercing gaze darkens, the hard eyes filling with an emotion that isn’t fear or anger, but another that you aren’t sure you wish to name, you freeze before the suddenly hunting Wolverine. It shocks you further when his hand closes around the nape of your neck. The other bands across your back, and he jerks you to him. His mouth is on yours, hot, hard, demanding. Searing through you. Kissing you with an intensity long forgotten. When he lifts his head, you inhale hard, your lungs desperate for air. Heart beating wildly in your chest, you stare up at him in shock and can only think, Fuck…

Logan smirks a wide grin and runs his hand through your hair. “Alright, let’s get moving,” he says, grabbing up your bags and striding purposefully from the room with a nonchalance you envy, as if he hadn’t just kissed you breathless.

He leaves you standing alone, wondering what the hell just happened.

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Jealousy

Characters: Y/N(reader), Dean, Sam, Mason(OMC), Unnamed OFC

Pairings: Dean x Reader, Reader x Mason(OMC), Dean x Unnamed OFC

A/N: This is my entry for the amazing @queen-of-deans-booty​’s Trope Challenge. My prompt was “Making the guy you know likes you, jealous, so you two can get together”.

Word Count: 3209

Warnings: public/unprotected sex, fingering, jealousy(duh), explicit language

TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK?

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

You watched from across the room as Dean slipped the loosened tie over his head in one swift motion and threw it on his bed. He then proceeded to unbutton the top two buttons of his dress shirt. Your mouth instantly started to fill up with drool as you watched him while he paced back and forth around the small motel room.

“I can’t believe a human would do some shit like that!” - he exclaimed, running a hand down his face - “I mean, seriously? What the hell?”

“I know, humans are pretty crazy.” - you said, earning yourself a deep sigh from Dean.

You should have known; this case had seemed too bizzare. Even for you.

“Anyway, I need a shower and after that - I need a drink.” - Dean said, unbuttoning the rest of his buttons, revealing a white wife beater underneath. He stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

Sam waited untill he could hear the water coming from the shower, before he spoke - “So, when are you going to tell him?” - he asked, looking at you from where he was sitting at the table. You gave him a questioning look - “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Seriously? I thought we were passed the whole denial phase.” - he got up and sat just a few inches away from you on Dean’s bed - “Listen, Y/N, you’ve gotta tell him how you feel already.” - you let out an over exaggerated sigh and fell backwards on the bed - “I don’t ‘gotta’ do anything Samuel.”

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Monsta X reaction to you doing a lap dance for them

requested by anon~

warning : it’s kinda smutty idk anymore what have i done ;—; this what happen when such things are requested but note.. i don’t do smut okay…

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Originally posted by garisanee

Shownu; It was just some random night when you decided to give Shownu some reward. At first he’d be startled to be honest but when you start doing your moves, he’d be pretty turned on that he’d lick his lips constantly while eyeing you out. He’d be turned on an instant that you’d be able to see his growing bulge. To be honest, he’d let you do your thing until you finish. And once you’re finished, you better prepare yourself since you have to take responsibility for what you’ve just done, well he’s pretty turned on he needs to give you a reward and it’ll be a sleepless night since he’d be making love with you until 3AM i guess?

“*sexy music starts playing* Baby, take a seat first. *you slowly trace your fingers on his chest before gently pushing him towards the chair that you’ve prepared in the middle of your bedroom*”

“O-oh, what’s this? *flushed*”

“A reward for my ever loving boyfriend. Now, eyes on me baby. *bites lower lip and starts doing your thing*”

Originally posted by garisanee

Wonho; When the music started once he sat his ass down on the chair, he knew what was up and he’d be really ecstatic about it. Wonho would be restless on his seat when you start doing this lap grind. He’d be biting his lips, holding back the moans when he felt yours touch his crotch. But then, Wonho would also get pretty impatient that he would actually stop you mid-way through the ending. When you’d start doing the body slide, he would totally lose it and would crash his lips on yours, hungrily tasting you before throwing you on the bed. you better be ready to have those clothes thrown on the ground *wink*

“are you sure you want to do this baby? *growls as his lustful eyes eyes you up and down*”

“oh, heck yes, baby. *you whisper on his ear before moving your hips in a circular motion*”

“*groans* ugh… just you wait.. i’m gonna make you scream my name so hard that you’d lose your voice tomorrow… *licks his lips as he tries to calm his beating heart*”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Minhyuk; Minhyuk was pretty tired out by his schedule but when he came home with you pushing him on a chair with such provoking outfit washed those feelings away as he starts to get excited about this. He’d be so serious that he’d be eating you out in his mind, his eyes totally eyeing you out while you do you moves. When you pushed your breasts towards his face, you’d be startled when he’d suddenly lick it don’t try him he’s gonna flip the table. And before you could even finish your lap dance, he’d be the one who’s gonna be giving you some lap dance baby before he proceeds in bringing you to the bed, totally giving you pleasure until you’re tired out. 

Do you like what you’re seeing, baby? *seductively licks your lips while walking closer to him*”

“Mmmm. I don’t like it.. I love it baby, so fcking love it. *watches you with lustful eyes*”

“Well then… *puts your hands behind on the chair for support, standing in between his legs before pushing your breasts into his face, only to be startled when he licks it* B-babe!” 

Originally posted by wonhontology

Kihyun; The two of you were having some time together and since it’s been a while, you decided to give him some lovely performance. By the minute he sat down on the chair, he’d be totally turned on to see you on the black lacy lingerie he gave you and he’d be 10x turned on when you started doing knee strokes on him. Well, it’d be so clear that he’d be so turned on when you don’t see his smile on his face anymore,as it’s going to be replaced by a serious look, mouth slightly ajar and his eyes totally fixed on you and your body. When you bring yourself closer to him, he’d be body worshiping you with his hands sneakily giving those sensitive parts a touch. Just be warned that you wouldn’t be able to walk the next day after you know *wink*

You look fcking amazing babe, and I love it when it gives me a view of those plump breasts of yours. *shakily breaths out as he pulls you closer to him*”

“Calm down, baby, you’re gonna get a taste of this later. *pushes his hands away before doing circular motions on his lap*”

“*moans so hard that it’d make you wet in an instant* Ugh, baby, don’t stop….. *eyes fixed on yours while licking his lips*”

Originally posted by garisanee

Hyungwon; It was after a formal dinner when you decided to give this boy some reward for being a good boy. The moment you stripped of your dress, revealing a lingerie, he’d be looking at you with that look in the gif while he watches you start doing your thing. He’d be totally in control with his emotions as he just let you do your thing despite doing such sinful acts. But once he thinks that it’s his turn to give you some pleasure, he’d actually time it when you up close to him before he crashes his lips on yours, with his arm wrapped around your waist and hand playing with your nipples. And it’d end up with the two of you on bed, moaning each other’s name.

Oh, just keep that coming baby. *whispers as you start to grind in between his legs*”

“*does another move and another and another and another for 5 minutes*”

“*sees you pull your body towards him; quickly wraps his arm around your waist and crashes his lips on yours, making it into a heated make out until the two of you are now in bed*”

Originally posted by jooheonbebe

Jooheon; Man, Jooheon would be loving it. He would let you do your thing until how long you want it to be. But don’t be surprised to see him look at you while biting his lips from time to time. His breath would be so uneven since he’d be so freaking turned out that his bulge would be there to say hi to you despite being under his jogging pants. But then when you’’re doing a move that he really loves, he’d keep you on the place while running his hands down on your thighs before letting out a loud moan. When you finally decide to end the lap dance, Jooheon would just pull you into his lap before taking you in here and there. 

Baby, that was freaking awesome. *he whispers as he pulls you into his lap, his arms snaking around you waist.*”

“*sits on his lap without hesitation* Yeah? Well, what are you waiting for baby? I’m all yours.”

“*smirks before hungrily crashes his lips onto yours*”

Originally posted by kihyuon

Changkyun; This boy would not to miss a thing. He’d have his phone up by the minute you start dancing and despite having his phone recording every single thing you do, he’d still have his eyes fixed on you and your body. You were just wearing some white beater and boxers without any bra on but Changkyun would also be turned on and would be so frustrated at how hot you looked to be honest. And once he thinks that he’s caught enough, he’d throw his phone away before going all in on you. And from time to time, you’d be able to see him smirk at you.

Dang baby, no bra on? *glances on his phone to check if it’s high resolution*”

“*ignores him and continues to do your thing, only to make him more frustrated*”

“Okay, you know what… I’ve recorded a good amount of you lap dancing… *throws his phone away before pulling you into his lap and makes you do your thing*”

Coquette | 3

bts x fuckgirl!reader high school!au | series warnings: smut, sexual themes, polygamy, angst, foul language, cheating

genre: angst, romance, smut

chapter warning: mentions of violence, underage drinking, detailed description of drug usage, somewhat smut

Originally posted by hunnysyub


continuation status: yes | possibly | no

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word count: 4,772

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|| The Chase ||

{summary: what happens when you punch a famous gymnastics coach in his face and nearly break his nose in the process?}

so i finally got around to watching [the bronze] and let me say lance tucker is a fucking asshole and i would love to punch him in the face before kissing that stupid smirk of his. his only redeeming quality is his good looks. this is something i wanted to write to thank my readers with ;w; i’m going to do my best to portray lance in the most canon light that i can lmao so wish me luck.

warnings: sexual innuendos and cursing

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine.**

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There was this really annoying guy who came almost every day to your gym to ‘work out.’

But you weren’t stupid. You knew that the man with the dark hair and teasing blue eyes did less working out and more of checking you out.

Sadly, there wasn’t much you could do about this prick since he did give your gym the business you needed.

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things i know about the states
  • Alabama - racist and homophobic. i think u like statues cuz you’ve got a giant fucking one called vulcan thats like what? 100,000 pounds?? ??? wow. very extra. 
  • Alaska - i only know one person from alaska but they’re a trump supporter going to art school so i imagine they aren’t having a great time. also my parents ditched me in illinois for a week to go there on vacation. lots of bears.
  • Arizona - irrational hatred of mexicans in the southern part. my pe coach from elementary school who is now a convicted pedophile loved it there. very hot but not humid. cacti. you serve rattlesnake and rabbit sausage and i was forced to sit and watch as my brother ate it just to spite me. 
  • Arkansas - like alabama but a lil better. you’ve got the whole southern hospitality thing goin’ on. you made it illegal for a rivers water level to rise above a bridge. how are y’all gonna enforce that? tell nature to stop?
  • California - very liberal but the three people i know who live there are hella conservative. suffocate them. do it for me. also pretty chill people but don’t take criticism well. gay
  • Colorado - nice weather. outdoorsy people. wyomings less racist cousin. lots of critters. nice people but no chill about skiing or snowboarding.
  • Connecticut - people go through ur state to get to other states. everyone i know from connecticut is not there now. 
  • Delaware - people go to ur state to shop since y’all don’t have a sales tax. ur really fucking flat. ur gonna be one of the first to go with rising sea levels. also no national parks??? 
  • Florida - my uncle worked on airplanes in miami for 50 years and hated it. you fucked us all. the only person i know from florida doesn’t believe in evolution. racists up north, gays in the south. disney world
  • Georgia - coca cola and the walking dead. people only care about atlanta. art hoes chill in savannah. had first college for women. for some reason ur not allowed to live on a boat for more than 30 days in a year??? ? why
  • Hawaii - you get a lot of tourists and they’re usually inadvertently racist. v liberal. the Most liberal in the country. screw california. lots of culture. good food. 
  • Idaho - potatoes. a made up word. ppl thought it was indian but it wasn’t. its gibberish. nice. a metric fuckton of gem stones.
  • Illinois -north is liberal. south is, according to my mom who grew up there, ‘the armpit of the rest of the state.’ her town was small & when it tried to start a kkk they couldn’t because people recognized their shoes. my grandma is 45 minutes away from the nearest walmart. 
  • Indiana - home to mike pence. crazy corn people. my mom’s bff lives there and she’s crazy but super sweet. inidana means ‘indian land’ but that obvs didn’t work out. also there’s a law against fishing with dynamite and guns?? ? 
  • Iowa - actually make more corn than indiana but don’t tell them. also make a fuckton of alcohol. ur name is mostly vowels which is gr8. also first female lawyer. ppl are typically nice, but also might shoot u
  • Kansas - contains the geographic center of the US. first woman mayor. my dad ditched me in illinois to pick up an RV in kansas. passionate about trucks. 
  • Kentucky - don’t go if u have allergies. to anything. horses and racism. also fried chicken. u aren’t allowed to throw eggs at public speakers or you could go to jail. lots of weird space shit. u built a town in a meteor crater which is cool.
  • Louisiana - people only care about jazz and the new orleans. lots of drunk ass college kids. humid af. sorry u have to live with that. u follow napoleon law instead of english common law like literally every other state. less racist than others but still kinda racist. 
  • Maine - might as well be canada. lotsa lobsters and trees. not allowed to keep christmas decorations up after the 14 of january?? only one syllable. people are chill. my dads friends own some islands up there. like small islands. chunks of rock really. they aren’t rich but they are usually drunk. 
  • Maryland - obsessed with ur flag and crabs. old bay on everything not just crabs. chocolate, popcorn, regular corn, potatoes. u need help. identity issues. north or south? who knows? they dont. also jousting is the state sport?? and ur judges wear red robes? called ‘america in miniature’ ur the only state with an official exercise and its…walking jfc
  • Massachusetts - will tell everyone they are from mass. ur not allowed to be cold because they have been Colder. ur state is too hot 4 them. lots of smart colleges, lots of dumb people. good hospitals and healthcare. v progressive. probably learned too much about them in 8th grade us history. first to legalize gay marriage A+
  • Michigan - the people i know from Michigan are incredibly salty about flint and pretty artistic/creative. lots of lakes. giant fucking lakes. literally named for an indian word that means ‘giant fucking lakes’ ur the only place in the gotdamn world with a floating post office. makes sense cuz ur mostly fucking lake. 
  • Minnesota - no one really knows what u do. you’d be like the quiet emo kid that sits in the back of the class and says nothing. ur really cold. you’ve got a lot of malls. and a lot of fucking lakes. not big lakes but like 11,000 itsy bitsy lakes. u look like swiss cheese. 
  • Mississippi - racist but getting better…at least you were. ur mostly known for your river. people spell the name of ur state for fun. for some reason you have a cactus plantation???? the worlds only cactus plantation??? ?? why 
  • Missouri - misery Missouri. u really fucking love fountains? only rome has more fountains than kansas city, missouri like? wow. you also have the arch which is great but also a lot of murder. also, a lot of caves which is awesome
  • Montana - mountainy af. do you even have cities? v cold. holds record for coldest temp in US (-70F) and largest snowflake. wow. also illegal to pretend to abuse an animal in front of a minor. nice. first woman in congress. very pretty state but no one lives there. 
  • Nebraska - hell state. flat. its so flat. my family was driving through nebraska??? and like?? your houses are like three miles apart. at a minimum? we drove three hours out of the way to look at fossils. but there weren’t any? and we passed like 16 houses maybe?
  • Nevada - desert trash children. literally just does not rain. las vegas is okay. i went and a homeless dude was telling dirty jokes for money. lots of homeless people. highest suicide rating of any state. i shot a machine gun and strange man came up to me and told me i was a good shot?? 
  • New Hampshire - republican cousin of vermont. lots of nature, which is ironic. very outdoorsy. entire state smells like pine trees. u only have 13 miles of ocean coastline which is v sad. sorry. also not legally required to wear a seat belt??? ur state motto is weirdly intense ‘live free or die’ yikes
  • New Jersey - interesting accent. hair gel up the wazoo on the men. lots of fucking diners. also the worlds biggest statue of a tooth??? ? why?  i know one boy from new jersey who came to college with only five white-wife beaters and two gym shorts. his name was Tony. 
  • New Mexico - arizonas nicer cousin. Not As Hot as you would expect. lots of cacti. super pretty architecture. desert aesthetic and aliens. ur lawmakers don’t get paid?? also ur capital is super cool and v old.
  • New York - ur all assholes but its okay because u have to deal with tourists. liberal and educated but not v nice. superiority complex sometimes. nyc has more people than 39 of the 50 us states. y’all are packed like rats. also lots of celebrities 
  • North Carolina - transphobic af. also u have a lot of sweet potatoes?? ur beaches are generally pretty crowded but can be nice. I have a friend that lives there now; she says the weather is v nice. v good at basketball. 
  • North Dakota - boring. for some reason its still legal to shoot an indian if they’re on horseback and ur in a covered wagon??? obsessed with buffalo. also very cold
  • Ohio - people only care about you around election time. ur flag isn’t a rectangle?? hipster trash. also its illegal to get a fish drunk?? ????? do people even fish in ohio? what is this
  • Oklahoma - u get a lot of tornadoes and most people don’t even care because you kind of suck. ironically u were the last state to declare xmas a legal holiday tho but i guess being first to go for lethal injection makes up for it. not even carrie underwood can save this state. 
  • Oregon - v liberal but to the point of being pretentious. great weather. the people are generally nice but also v weird?? I went and a guy was unironically riding down the street on a penny farthing? p sure everyone is high. also drivers have to yield to pedestrians….who are on the sidewalk??? 
  • Pennsylvania - ur a wannabe confederate state like?? get over it ur in the north pal. also u have the oldest continuously operating book shop in the US and maybe the world. u could have saved us but you didn’t. your weather is v inconsistent. not uncommon to see amish people on the side of a high way in their buggies. your sports fans are kinda scary
  • Rhode Island - smol. first state to stick it to britain. u really like tennis which is weird because ur windy af. first state to abolish death penalty. ur state motto is just the word ‘hope’??? also ur flag looks like a fifth graders art project but its nice?
  • South Carolina - crocodiles and beaches. my cousin and i went down and she made me play pokémon go with her except we were barefoot and it led us right to an 8 foot crocodile. also we found pickled pig parts in a sketchy gas station in a jar. not for sale. just there. also the anti-choice gory fetus signs on the side of the road are classy. 
  • South Dakota - better than north dakota. very pretty. giant fucking fossil named sue. lots of fossils in general. you like big rocks with faces carved onto them. u didn’t stop with the presidents; now ur making one for crazy horse (and it looks better). 
  • Tennessee - ur state is most referenced in a crappy pick up line. you’re to blame for mountain dew. most people only think of graceland and elvis which is fine cuz thats all you care about too. my friend went there and asked for chicken at a fast food restaurant but they didn’t have any and her phone broke. 
  • Texas - not as racist as people think, but still pretty racist. austin is v liberal but thats about it. you keep trying to secede (again) and its as funny as it is pathetic. have a huge bat colony - largest in the world, but they’re mexican freetail bats so u probably want to get rid of them. unironically wear cowboy hats. 
  • Utah - mormons like literally there are so many mormons that its the least diverse state in terms of religion. very pretty tho. ur state motto is just the word ‘industy’ ??? ?? ???? also u really like skiing and snowboarding. 
  • Vermont - v liberal. pure. also should probably be canadian since u make a lot of syrup. also home to ben and jerrys. very green and lots of critters. very pretty mountains. the people are really chill and probably annoyed ppl confuse vermont with new hampshire.
  • Virginia - u can’t drive. ur really competitive with marylanders but its kind of onesided?? u also donated land to build DC. weirdly specific hunting laws? no animals can be hunted on sundays except raccoons which can be hunted until 2 am??? why do u hunt raccoons? very political. lots of history. everyone is named james.
  • Washington - seattle is the only thing people think of unless they’ve seen twilight in which case: forks. very green and grey color scheme. named after the primero prez. home to starbucks like literally there is one on every corner. also u have an active volcano which is cool but it has killed people which isn’t
  • West Virginia - ur very racist but you don’t even try to hide it? u didn’t have a starbucks until 2003. You know coal isn’t coming back and you don’t know why trump thinks he can make it come back. But you voted for him anyway. 
  • Wisconsin - Cheese. v religious and not the loving god kind; very hellfire and brimstone. you have a hamburger hall of fame and u also tried to do the noahs ark theme park but im p sure that didn’t work out well. 
  • Wyoming - racist which is ironic since ur the equality state and also you’re obsessed with guns. yellowstone national park is p much the only reason people go there. you carry shotguns around with you for no good reason. 
Stuck: Part 2 -- Bughead Au

Word Count: 2,483

Rated: R

A/N: Click here for Part 1. The widely anticipated part 2! Betty and Jughead are out of the elevator, but is the spark still there? Sorry it came out a bit later than expected, but I think the extra time was worth it. Enjoy!

“Hey, kid.” Jughead felt a nudge on his shoulder. “Wake up. I think it’s about time you head home.”

Jughead eyes fluttered open, finding a man in grey coveralls kneeling beside him, looking at him quizzically. Where the hell-? Something moved against his leg and he glanced down. A sheet of blonde hair fanned across his thigh and a name popped into his head. Betty. Jughead smiled at the beautiful girl and remembered the night before; the strawberry daiquiri taste of her lips on his, her nimble fingers pulling at the short hair on the back of his neck.

“Are you okay?” The man said, pulling Jughead out of his daydream. “When did you get stuck in here?”

The dark haired boy stretched his arms, trying to push the sleepy fuzz out of his head. A pink cardigan fell into his lap. “We uh- it stopped around nine-thirty last night.”

“Really? And nobody found you?”

Jughead shrugged. “Apparently not. And nobody answered the call button.”

“Well, you better wake up your girl and head home.”

“Oh, she’s not-” As Jughead spoke Betty rolled onto her back, long eyelashes fluttering as she woke. She looked up at Jughead and pulled his jacket up to her chin. Betty smiled at the boy who’s lap she’d fallen asleep on. While she was acutely aware that she was laying on the dirty floor of her apartment’s elevator, she couldn’t stop thinking about Jughead’s hands running across her naked back, his lips traveling down her body.  She just wanted to get out of this elevator so they could finish what they’d started and fulfill the promise Jughead had given her. Betty’s hand slid along the seam of the boy’s black jeans until her hand reached his.

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Awakened-Chapter 6

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

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