pleasantly surprised with this one

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what are some hamilton ships you like?

im terrible at shipping bc i have strong opinions on maybe 3 ships and then everything else im just like

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lams is my #1 u cant go wrong with a classic (thats a lie u absolutely can)

but i feel like..there are so many ships…. i cant tell which ones 2 give opinions on

just another soulmate au

so this is a zimbits soulmate au in which the soulmate is your “best possible match out of all the people you’ve touched in your life yet”, be it romantic, platonic or familial, based on this post I made. (I want to continue it, but I still don’t know how I want to do it??? who knows, so here it goes)

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Bitty had the same soulmate from the day of his birth, till the first proper day of college. Other people would have felt bitter, to have their mother be their soulmate, and in fact it was basis for its own fair share of bullying, but Bitty liked it.

He liked baking with her, and he liked making the kitchen their home. It was warm and uncomplicated, and his mother was his soulmate.

She was his soulmate, until the aforementioned day, when he started college and met the whole hockey team. Especially the captain.

Bitty stumbled, tried to hold himself up, and touched Jack Zimmermann. That was it, and suddenly his mother as best possible match was replaced. Just like that.

Of course he was excited at first, a possible romantic soulmate is everything he ever dreamed of. And since his mother was such a good match, Jack should have been an even better one. Should have been the key word, since the boy left Bitty in the locker room without a backward glance.

“I know mama,” Bitty sighs into his phone, wishing he would have skyped with his mom instead, “It was just a little disappointing, to be shrugged aside like that.”

“Give him some time,” she assured him over the phone, “you don’t know what happened in his past, or who his last match was. Maybe something happened, or it’s more complicated than you know, Dicky.”

“Yeah you’re right mama,” Bitty sighs and tries not to get impatient just with the thought of all the obstacles, he’ll probably has to overcome. He had hoped for something easy, just like his mom, but it seems like he was gonna have to fight. It’ll be worth it, he just knows that.

“His name’s Jack,” Bitty says, “he seemed nice to some of the older boys.”

He tries to remember the smile on Jack’s face, when Shitty had tried to jump onto his back.

“It’ll all work out, Dicky, you’ll see!”

His mama’s word are reassuring as always, and just for one second, he already misses their bond.

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@maggie-stiefvater so if someone was going to show up to the north texas festival and wanted to gift their favorite author of ravens, welsh kings, and vintage cars something to pleasantly surprise them, how would one go about doing that in any sort of creative medium?

(I will warn you, however, the singing medium will only be pleasing if you need recordings of frogs trying to perform. in which case, okay, any sort of creative medium)  

Party of the year; C.H.

The party had been going on for quite some time. The first hour or so, I spent alone, roaming the rooms of Kyle’s parents’ house. He always threw the best parties – so I’ve heard. This was the first one I actually attended. I was pleasantly surprised when my gaze caught his, Calum usually never came to these sorts of things. He didn’t really hold up with the popular, sporty types. Luke, one of his best friends, was on the baseball team, but he was more of a musical type – a band geek if you could really call him that.

As soon as our gazes met a vibrant smile erupted from Calum’s lips. He stumbled his way towards me, excusing himself whenever he would practically run someone over. I awkwardly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as I waited for him to reach me. “Fancy seeing you here.” He smiled, his fingertips lightly brushing over my exposed arm.

“Well, if I want the complete experience, a party is in order now and then. Why are you here?” I smiled in return, toying with the edge of my red plastic cup to avoid Calum’s piercing eyes.

“I lost a bet with Luke. He’s my designated driver tonight.” Calum laughed so heartily, I felt my chest tightening as I let my eyes wander over his frame. “Shouldn’t it be the other way around?”
“Now you see how highly he thinks of me.” Calum winked before he was roughly pushed into me, by none other than Luke himself. “Caaaaal. Mate I think I might get lucky tonight.” Luke motioned his head to a girl in the back, giggling with her friends before she throws a wave in our direction.

“Aaah! Y/n! Lovely to see you here, m’lady.” Luke bows in front of me and I try to suppress a chuckle leaving my lips as I amusedly grin at a frowning Calum. “Are you – Are you drunk?” Calum’s eyes widened before his fist collided roughly with Luke’s shoulder, who stumbled to the floor.

“Ah man, I only had a few drinks. Nothing major. I’m good to drive.” Calum didn’t respond to his mate, instead, he held out his hand to me. “Care for another drink, Y/N?”

“You know, I’ve had a few drinks myself but I’ll walk you home if it makes you feel better?” I offered grinning to a moping Calum who was fixing me up with another drink. It drew a laugh out of him, one that I was desperate to hear some more. I gingerly took my drink from his outstretched hand and bit my bottom lip.

“Shouldn’t that be the other way around?” Calum mimicked my voice from before and my smile was so bright it started to hurt my cheeks. “Whatever floats your boat, Cal.”

And that’s how I ended up just one hundred meters away from my house, Calum leisurely strolling besides me as he told me about this new song he had been working on for the past couple of weeks. I had drank quite a bit at Kyle’s party and I felt slightly lightheaded, but confident. Calum had indulged in the same amount, although I think he was just better armed against the alcohol percentage.

“So… This is me.” Silence fills the air while I press my lips together, wobbling on my feet. “Glad I didn’t lose my manliness and got you home safe.” Calum jokes, licking his bottom lip as his eyes dart towards my illuminated front porch. “Do you – do you maybe want to come inside for a bit?”

“Won’t your parents mind?” Calum questions but already starts to lead me towards my own house. “They are out themselves.” I mumble, letting my fingertips brush against Calum’s open palm. He realizes my intentions and his fingers curl around my own while he pulls me closer to his radiating warm body.

As I let the door click closed behind me, Calum stands there, hands in his pockets, awaiting my next move. This had been a long time coming, something both of us had been toying with in our minds and I was ready to take the leap.

I step closer to him, letting my flat hands rest on his rather toned chest. His cup my neck and before I even realise it properly, I have my lips pressed against his, first tentative, rather exploringly as I let my hands roam. Our kiss starts to get more heated, Calum pressing me into the wall near the stairs.

I press against his chest, breaking out kiss as I throw him a look underneath my eyelashes. I push past him, up the stairs, stopping momentarily and turning to see if he would follow. It seems to click in his mind and within a few seconds he has jogged up the stairs and is hot on my heels.

His shirt is the first thing that goes flying to the floor, exposing his torso to my wandering hands and gaze. Our lips press back together as he starts unbuttoning my blouse. I pull him towards me, both of us dropping on the plush duvet behind me. His lips focus their attention on my neck as one of his hands cups my breast. My own fingertips brush over the soft, silky skin of his back as I feel his shoulder blade portruding.

I throw my head back, granting Calum with more access as I hike my legs up and around his hips. I feel his erection obtrude against my own aching core. Calum moans against the skin of neck, the vibrations causing shivers to erupt over my flesh. “Calum, I-“

My body arches up as Calum’s large hands caress my sides, his lips near the arches of my breasts. My blouse is flung to the floor and my jeans follow suit, leaving me in front of Calum’s hungry gaze in just my lingerie. He discards his own jeans before he slowly, seductively, crawls back onto the bed, his lips leaving kisses along my exposed skin in their wake.

He swiftly unclasps my bra and slides my knickers down my legs before his arm winds around my waist and he presses his whole body against me, throbbing erection pressing at my entrance. With just the right swivel of my hips, I feel his entering me as he buries his face into my neck, groaning loudly.

“Y/n…” His voice is so raw, filled with emotion, something I hadn’t witnessed from Calum before. I don’t say anything, instead I moan in return, bucking my hips up against him to get him to move. Calum slowly starts grinding his hips against mine, his fingertips digging into my hips as he picks up the pace.

My head is thrown back as moans slip repeatedly from my lips, my hands grasping and gliding all over Calum’s silk like skin and my hips erratically trying to chase my own release. Calum drops his body onto mine, his lips pressing kisses repeatedly against the hot skin of my neck while his hips start snapping a rapid rhythm spiralling me towards release.

I can sense Calum is close as his hips start to stutter and I feel my world blacken around me as I loudly moan Calum’s name. He halts his movements, panting in my ear before he drops down beside me as if he weighed as much as a school bus. It takes him quite some time to even his breathing.

It’s quiet for a while, not one of us knowing what to say. We had broken an important rule of being best friends, but I was glad we did. My stupid crush on Calum had eventually developed into me loving him and this was all I could have been dreaming about.

“You – you don’t have to leave. If you want to stay.” I mumble apprehensively, pulling my sheets closer to my naked, shivering frame. Calum halts his action, slowly turning his head to smile at me. Without another word, he drops his jeans and crawls back into bed with me, his arm enveloping me in a warm hug as I drift off to sleep in my best friend’s arms. “I love you Y/n.”

When Kate Meets Serena [Bernie-free crossover AU]
  • Serena: [looks up to find a squad of para-military scientists crowding into her office] What the hell?!
  • Osgood: Yes, let's have Logistics sat at this desk [consults advanced grade ipad] and Predictive Analytics over here...
  • Serena: Do you mind telling me what it is you're doing here before I have you forcibly removed?
  • Osgood: [blushing, pushes her glasses up her nose] Um, I think we should wait for my superior...
  • Serena: No offense, but I don't give a damn what you think, just tell me-
  • Kate: [strolls in as if she owns the place]. Right, then. Kate Stewart. [extends a hand that Serena does not take] Pleasure. Osgood? Where are we?
  • Osgood: Hostile bystander, level 7.
  • Kate: I see! Ms?
  • Osgood: Campbell.
  • Kate: Ms Campbell, I apologize for the intrusion and assure you this will only take a moment of your time.
  • Serena: [shaking her head in disbelief]. That's it - I'm calling Security.
  • Osgood: [stage whispers] Make that level 8.
  • Kate: Confirmed. Ms Campbell, if you'd do me the courtesy of staring into this beam of light for just a few seconds...
  • Serena: Come one step closer and I'll kick you in the shins.
  • Osgood: Level 10, ma'am.
  • Kate: [looking between them, pleasantly surprised]. Really? You are a feisty one, aren't you?
  • Serena: [heated] You have no idea.
  • Kate: Let me be honest with you. We are tracking the seismic current of a future historic event of significant magnitude.
  • Serena: You're talking gibberish, is what you're doing...
  • Kate: We're talking 'when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object' levels of historic. At this very location! The data we'll be able to collect...
  • Serena: The only things you'll be collecting here are yourselves - up and out of my office.
  • Kate: [turns away to consult with Osgood] I'd like the details please. Something here feels...different.
  • Osgood: [reading from ipad] Serena McKinnie, twenty-five. Harvard medical student.
  • Kate: Jump forward a bit.
  • Osgood: Serena Campbell, fifty-one. Accomplished thoracic surgeon. Clinical lead on AAU and Deputy CEO Hospital. Divorced, mother/auntie of two. Keen gardener. Bisexual.
  • Serena: Oi! I can hear you!
  • Kate: Hmmm. You forgot devastatingly attractive [shakes herself out of the moment]. But there's got to be something more. [leans in] Jump ahead - just a bit.
  • Osgood: Serena Campbell-Stewart. Wife of... [looks up, alarmed] Oh dear. Ma'am? You'd better take a look - but don't read past...there.
  • Kate: Mmm hmm. Mmm hmm. Oh. [looks up at Serena, magic in her eyes]. Well, blast. Not my best first impression, was it?
  • Osgood: You've done worse, ma'am.
  • Kate: Ms Campbell - may I call you Serena? I feel as though we got off to an unnecessarily rocky start. Might I borrow five minutes of your time over coffee at...Pulses, is it?
  • Serena: [crosses arms over chest] You'll have to do better than that, soldier.
  • Osgood: [whispers something into Kate's ear]
  • Kate: And pain au chocolat?
  • Serena: [considers her appraisingly] Getting warmer.
  • Osgood: [whispers some more]
  • Kate: Really? Isn't it a bit early for that?
  • Osgood: [whispers some more]
  • Kate: Oh, later! I see. Shiraz at Albie's after your shift?
  • Serena: Pick me up at seven [insert saucy little wink] And leave the entourage at home.
Review of Power Rangers (2017)

Power Rangers is a 2017 superhero movie - a reboot of the original television series Mighty Morphin Power Rangers. One of the main characters - Billy Cranston, played by RJ Cyler - is autistic.

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Holy moly guys I am in crunch week but here’s a thing I drew in light of Anthony and Carleigh leaving. Happy trails to them both! Also Ariana’s there too even tho she’s technically not the bullet anymore, but it’s okay!

Home, Part Ten

Pairings: Peter Quill x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: mild language, angst

A/N:  The end is nearing.

Summary: Your best friend in the whole galaxy is coming to visit to help out with Thanos. When he arrives, Steve finds himself jealous of the close relationship Peter and you have. Will this stop the man from telling you how he feels? Will old feelings be brought up once Peter arrives? Does first love truly fade?   Part 1  Part 2 Part 3   Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

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Editing (Grayson)

⚤ - CONTAINS SMUT

You watch your boyfriend Grayson huff in frustration as he sat seated at his iMac. His brows were furrowed in anger as he let out a loud ‘Fuck!’ followed by rapid clicking while he struggled to get a clip right on the video he was editing. It was technically Ethan’s turn to edit but Ethan had whined and complained insisting Grayson finished because he was simply ‘not in the mood.’ Grayson reluctantly agreed, hoping to avoid a fight. Ethan had been on edge lately and he didn’t want to cause any rifts between them while they had such a strict video schedule.

You admire Grayson in from afar. Taking in every little detail of his body. Even after a year of dating you still found him breathtaking. His hair was tousled all over the place from his fingers running through it repeatedly. You were probably wrong for it, but you found him so sexy when he was angry. He was dressed in a loose fitting black tank and some basketball shorts. He looked absolutely delicious and you smiled devilishly as an idea popped into your mind.

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So this is gonna seem really random but today i went with my aunt (a second grade teacher) to work with her and i saw a little boy drawing this and i just HAD to take a picture. But not only because ‘aw cmon look how cute’ but more cuz its honestly so pleasantly surprising that in a country such as the one i live in (feel free to ask) where sexism and homophobia is sadly the norm some seven year old boy who’s probably been raised on blue clothes and toy cars is head over heels over a cartoon with 90% female characters and with such powerful lessons as Steven Universe, which has been widely critisized here, and even going so far to say its his favorite show, we sang the intro song together and stuff, but anyway, i just want everyone to see how great of an artist this boy is like whoa, honestly

(on the second pic is the short gems i requested for him to draw , peri, ruby and sapphy, the latter two he described as “oh yeah, they make garnet when they dance, theyre like married”, like come on parents its not that hard)
okay sorry rant over lol
~Allie

Hours in Midnight // Thor x Reader

Pairing: Thor x Reader (POC)
Word Count: 4k+
Warning: Angst, Fluff, a bad word or two, a smut mention if you squint real hard, SLOOOOW BURRRRNNNNNNN
Summary: Thor shows Reader she’s so much more than the demons in her head make her believe. Friendship is magic. Side note: Thor got a monster peen pass it on. Bonus Sam Wilson! 

A/N: I cannot believe it’s taken me this long to write a Thor fic. I also study Norse Theology so I felt it a bit appropriate to include some of it in here. If you guys like this, I’ll consider adding more part(s)! Feedback is absolutely welcome. This is also unbeta’d. I’ll go back and fix grammar and spelling errors when I can. Let me know if you spot some!

Inspiration: “I Don’t Want to Change You” ~ Damien Rice

Where ever you go,
Well, I can always follow
I can feed this real slow
If it’s a lot to swallow.
And if you want to be alone
Well, I can wait without waiting
If you want me to let this go
Well, I’m more than willing…”

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

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Artists Self Rec Tag

When you get this, reply with your favourite five or so drawings, then pass on to about five other artists.

Got tagged by the lovely and loving @lonepiper5758 so let’s see how this goes! Thanks dear <33


Ngl this feels weird? And sorry this is a long post Idk how to format it really 0A0

1. Puppy Kisses-  It was a last minute drawing but I’m truly pleased with how it came out. There aren’t a whole lot of pics I’ve done where I can say I wouldn’t redo some part of it given enough time but I don’t have that issue here? I’m usually a bit nervous posting things with little Maes so for this to get the kind reception it did was pleasantly surprising as well!

2. Sleepless- @ohsnapsnapsparkspark ruined me with one of her drabbles (as she has a habit of doing) and this was one of the results. The lighting and palette were both enjoyable challenges (I’m particularly happy with the foggy raindrop effect achieved on the window) and I was also somewhat proud of myself using those elements to tie this photo set in with another comic.

3. As Old As Time + Character Designs- Man I went through so many versions of this  pic for @the-flame-and-hawks-eye‘s birthday before I ended up right back where I first started: the LA Beauty and the Beast marquis poster. There’s a few things that need a small tweak but overall I’m good with the outcome because it was such a huge experiment? New brushes, new painting style, hundreds of scales CHARACTER DESIGN, maintaining the integrity of the original without flat out copying… yep for not knowing what I was doing I feel pretty good about it! I think it’s the closest I have ever come to achieving the golden ratio *___*

4. Wedding Prompt-  Ok yeah there’s a reason this has been my header for so long.  I’ve always pictured them having a late September wedding and I feel I captured that gorgeously warm, dusky early fall/dying summer lighting. The lace was fun to draw as well and I’m glad you can actually see it in this one XD

5. Moving Forward- It’s old and a bit messy and stiff in some parts but I am damn proud of this idea and the emotional whiplash with which it was executed. I will always treasure it because it brought my sister to tears and that’s not an easy thing to do ^w^

6. Princess Bride AU 1 and 2 - (doing an extra one just for you Paula :D) Ah yes, my most popular post to date. I honestly don’t know how I came up with all this and tied it all together but the result makes me feel quite clever XD It was one of those things that just takes over your whole brain? Like I remember bolting up in my bed at 2:30 in the morning to declare to my sister who Edward would be in this setting.  I just couldn’t stop adding to it. Again some things need tweaking but I’m still content with it overall. Now I’m just waiting for Buttercup’s Baby to be released so I can work bby Maes in too XDDD

Ok enough about me now to hear from some of my favorite people!
@ask-royai-lty @fullmetal-fitblr @thesilentwatcher @murrchow @kristicles @abstractmouse @meiosis2 and @choestoe, you’re up! (no worries if you don’t want to though ^,^)

BALLOON BOY || 01

Going outside during a blizzard wasn’t something you normally did, and when you get stuck in a bookstore with a stranger whose mood swings in every direction, you come to the conclusion that he’s like a balloon: hollow at the core and easily punctured. 

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pairing: yoongi x reader
word count: 2.3k
genre: fluff | angst


When you were younger, your mother always told you that the most important people in your life would appear when you least expected it, that your cliche high school best friend and dream guy would come when you didn’t know you needed them. Their hands, reaching out for you long before you knew they existed, welcoming and warm and everything you’d need when the time came. Even the typical mean girls would be important pieces in your life, all playing roles that would eventually shape who you are as a person. You’d have wacky teachers like in the TV shows and so many great experiences to share with your kids. High school would be a great experience, something you’d cherish for many years to come. Funnily enough, that’s not how your high school years went at all.

Your mother never mentioned how half of your friends would drop out before they were sixteen, and the other half would either grow out of you or start having kids before you’d even finished your second year.

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Minnesota Summer- Brady Skjei

Originally posted by staalsie

Alright are y'all happy that I have feelings for all 31 teams? XD Anyway! Brady is adorable! So I hope you guys like this! Let me know what you think!

Warning: One cuss word

Anon Request: I would love to request one for Brady Skjei!! Anything relating to the off season and getting to know each other because he isn’t traveling all the time!! Thanks!!

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              You weren’t sure if this was such a good idea now that you had actually done it.

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Nightmares

Word count: 1073

Prompt: The reader is new to the Avengers but she’s fresh out of the army. She has nightmares and flashbacks, so Bucky decides to try to help her sleep.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: none

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Bucky heard a cry of distress from the room across the hall, your room, and he was on his feet immediately. He didn’t know you that well but he felt drawn to you somehow. You were the newest and youngest member of the Avengers and everyone was slightly overprotective of you.

Bucky walked silently across the hallway and knocked lightly on the door. There was no reply. He twisted the doorknob gently and peeked his head around the door. You were safe; from the looks of things you were having a nightmare. Bucky could relate to that.

He grabbed hold of one of your flailing arms and, perching on the edge of your bed, drew invisible patterns on your palm with the tip of his finger. Your breathing slowed and  you gradually woke up.

“Bucky?” You asked, surprised, pulling the sheets up to cover the fact that you were only wearing a thin tank top.

“You… you were having a nightmare.” Now you were awake, Bucky felt awkward and out of place in your room. “I better go.” He said, getting up and quickly moving towards the door.

“Wait.” You whispered. Bucky turned around slowly. “Stay with me?” He hesitated before nodding slightly and sitting on the edge of your bed. “You can get in the bed, Buck. I don’t bite, promise.” You scooted over and lay so you were facing him as he slipped under the sheets. You both lay in silence for a few minutes.

“So, you were in the army too, huh?” Bucky asked, looking shyly into your eyes.

“Yeah, Afghanistan. 75th Ranger Regiment.” You replied, breaking eye contact momentarily. “I was in the 1st Battalion, you know, based in Savannah. We, uh, specialised in aircraft seizures and raids.”

“The Rangers? They’re pretty much the elite though, right?”

“Yeah, I was technically the first woman they allowed in but they don’t really count me because I work for SHIELD now.” You chuckled, “So, the Howling Commandos? 107th Infantry Regiment?”

“So, you know about that then?” He asked modestly.

“Duh, everyone does. You and Steve were my idols growing up, aside from the Hydra business, of course.”

“Yeah. This is going to make me sound like an old man, but I miss those days.” Bucky chuckled.

“You don’t sound like an old man. I kinda miss my army days too.”

“It was simpler, right? There was a daily routine, we were never just sitting around with nothing to do.”

“If it’s the schedule you miss, you could start your own daily routine.” You suggested, reaching to push Bucky’s long hair out of his eyes. He froze, not used to close contact with other people. “You could really use a haircut, Buck.” You laughed.

“Yeah, I guess. I haven’t really had a real haircut since before the war.”

“I bet you were a real ladies’ man, huh?” You chuckled.

“Hey, doll, I was. Steve on the other hand.” Bucky smiled and it was the most pure, beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile before. It’s cute.” You grinned.

“Cute? I’m a soldier, woman, I don’t do ‘cute’.” Bucky laughed. 

“Shush, cutie-pie. We need to try and get some sleep, promise me you’ll stay?” You almost begged.

“I promise.” Bucky whispered as he watched you shut your eyes and try to sleep. About 20 minutes passed before Bucky sighed, “You’re not sleeping, (Y/N).”

“Well, neither are you.” You muttered, eyes still closed.

“Alright, okay.” Bucky put his metal arm around your shoulders and gently pulled you closer to him. He quietly hummed a tune and ran his fingers through your hair.

“What song’s that?” You asked.

“A Russian lullaby called ‘спать’. It means ‘sleep’, so go to sleep.” Bucky responded.

You drifted off to sleep to the sound of Bucky’s humming and the sensation of his fingers through your hair.

“(Y/N)? What the…? Steve!”

You groaned pulled out of your slumber by a familiar feminine voice.

“Well would ya look at that?” Steve Rogers chuckled form your doorway, Natasha Romanoff standing next to him. Clint strolled down the hallway, looked into the room and stopped in his tracks.
“Uh… what’s going on?” He asked. You looked at Bucky lying next to you, still asleep. The whole team knew he slept like the dead.

“This, uh, this isn’t what you think.” You claimed, rubbing your eyes and running your hand through your hair. Soon, the whole team had congregated outside your room, poking fun at how Bucky Barnes was in your bed. Bucky woke up suddenly.

“This isn’t what you think,” he said, “(Y/N) had a nightmare, I was trying to help her get to sleep.”

“Trying to help her sleep, huh? Is that why you’re still in her bed?” Tony remarked.

“We’re both fully clothed, moron.” You seethed.

“(Y/N), you sleep in your panties.” Wanda commented. You got up, revealing that you were, in fact, wearing just panties and a tank top, and slammed your door. You heard Tony’s faint wolf whistle from behind the door.

“Sorry about that, Buck. I forgot I’d planned early training with Nat.” You apologised, gathering a pile of fresh clothes from your wardrobe.

“Hey, it was some morning entertainment, don’t worry.” Bucky chuckled, getting up and walking towards the door, “I better go. You need to get ready for training.”

“Bucky, wait.” You threw your clothes on your bed and grabbed Bucky’s flesh hand before he could leave. You stood on your tiptoes and kissed him lightly. Bucky froze, he didn’t know how to respond. You pulled away. “Sorry, I -.”
You were cut off as Bucky dragged you back towards him and pressed his lips to yours. You hummed, pleasantly surprised. One of Bucky’s arms wound around your waist, his other hand tilting your chin up towards him. You carded the fingers of one of your hands through Bucky’s hair, your other on the back of his neck. You pushed him away when you ran out of breath, panting and chuckling peacefully.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” Bucky smiled, combing his fingers through your hair. “I need to go, you should get ready for training.”

“Yeah, I’ll come find you later, Buck.” You grinned, pecking him on the cheek before he slipped out the door. You could hear him talking quietly to Steve outside your door, and you beamed: you couldn’t wait until training had finished.

one day more until the dunkirk trailer is released!

okay inception fandom, brace yourselves. we need a game plan. lol.

first of all, i think between now and the end of the summer we’ll see a mass influx of new tom and cillian fans coming into inception, so it’ll be just like the may 2015 mad max effect… a sudden explosion of new fans! 

i think the trailer and the movie will also bring back some of the old crowd from the nolan batman trilogy that kinda died off…

MOST IMPORTANTLY, HOWEVER - we need a strategy for the one direction fans lolol seriously though, while i had my boyband phase in the 90s, i have no idea what it’s like now, and i’m old, and i’m a bit scared of what harry styles will do to our fandom. am i stereotyping by thinking they are all tweens + nobody above the age of 20? i trust mr. nolan 1000% so i am not doubting his casting and i hope i will be very pleasantly surprised, but i admit i know NOTHING about the one direction fans other than that they’re like 7000x the size of our fandom and much much younger (the inception fandom skews older when it comes to current fandoms in general) so am i worried for nothing? should i even be worried? WHAT IF THEY’RE THE ONES WHO DON’T LIKE US?

(pfft, everyone likes us, inception fandom is the best fandom)

it’s crazy that when dunkirk does the press tour, tom and cillian will be relegated to the has-been sideshow… fionn whitehead (who i am very much looking forward to seeing and wow what a way to launch a career) and harry styles will get all the attention. everyone will forget mark rylance and kenneth branagh are like, fucking legends. the 1D fans will be like who dat?

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Archie getting jealous of Betty and Jughead.

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He should have seen the signs.

From the day he introduced his two best friends to one another—the pretty blonde girl always seemed to have a knack for making his sharp-tongued best friend tongue-tied (to which Archie often alluded to Jughead’s lack of experience with girls his age), to the array of birthday surprises that the two would co-plan for him (and how the brunet boy would always let the Cooper girl take the lead), to the way she made a point to read anything under the sun that was written by the Jones boy.

He should have. But he didn’t.

Boy, does he wish he did.

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It’s a crisp Monday morning. The blues rake in when Archie steps into the student lounge and finds his friends slouched on the couches, half of them absentmindedly scrolling through their social media news feeds while a good chunk of them try to sneak in as much breakfast as they can before the bell rings.

Betty is nestled in the crook of Veronica’s neck, eyes fluttering as she sighs deeply.

“There’s no way,” she manages between yawns, “that I’ll be able to stay awake for the entirety of today.”

“Wow, Betty,” remarks Kevin, plopping down. “You look awful.”

“Thanks,” she deadpans, clearly too drained for a proper response. “I pulled an all nighter for the midterm.”

It’s not long before Jughead arrives and sits next to the disheveled blonde on the couch. He notices her state and places his hand over hers, to which she responds to by linking their fingers together.

Which prompts Archie to divert his attention to the latest issue of the Blue and Gold sitting in front of him. Perhaps not the best diversion, he quickly concludes.

“I’m running low on coffee supply,” announces Veronica, lifting Betty up and relocating her to Jughead’s shoulder. “Here, the designated boyfriend should take her while I stock up.”

That’s when he sees it—she relaxes in the crook of his neck and he tightens his grip on her hand.

And oh does his throat burn.

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It’s not just the physical aspect that unnerves him, it’s the the way they look at each other (have they always looked at each other that way?) that makes it a hell lot harder to pretend that it doesn’t bother him (because it does, sending waves of pain throughout his bones and he loathes it).

It’s all in the way Archie sees Jughead smiling as he catches Betty dancing around her room—sunshine coiled locks flinging around to the tune of the 1975—in all her cheerleader glory after a good game.

Or the way Betty’s face lights up when she’s stuck on crossword puzzles in the morning and Jughead effortlessly finishes them for her—it’s the same look Jughead gets, a mix of surprise and admiration, like there’s always something pleasantly new to learn about one another.

Still, the very thought of it alone causes his breathing to hitch and he bites the insides of his mouth in the confines of his empty room.

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And really, it’s not because Ronnie purses her lips and chides him for taking too long to come to his senses, “She’s happy now, Archiekins. They both are.”

Or even the way Kevin narrows his eyes and shakes his head in concurrence with the raven-haired girl beside him.

Really, what truly gets to Archie is that deep down he knows that her smiles are wider around the brunet boy than they’ve ever been around him, and that his writing has skyrocketed ever since she started intertwining her hands with his (she’s the ending to every book he writes, this Archie now knows).

And that she was never really his to begin with.

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a/n: i’m sleepy so pardon any possible errors