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BTS reaction: To holding their baby for the first time.

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Rap Monster: “I can’t believe he’s really here in my arms, we’ve been waiting for so long.” he would be holding your son and your hand, proudly.

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Jimin: “Hello, my little ballerina…” he would be giggling at your daughter “…how come we did someone so pretty?

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Jungkook: He would be holding your child, looking at every movement he does. “Y/N?” you would be resting from the birth when he calls you “Can we make another so he can have a brother to play with him?

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Suga: He would be incredibly proud “Look, Y/N… She has a gummy smile just like me and she’s cute just like you. I love you so much, baby girl.” and looking at you, he would say “I love more than anything, thank you for this.”

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J-Hope: “Do you think he’s going to be a dancer or a rapper, Y/N?” he would ask you as soon as your baby boy falls asleep “He’s going to be a lawyer, Hoseok.” he’d pout when you tell him that, messing with him.

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V: He would turn into a softball and would find his child the cutest thing ever “She looks just like you, Y/N.” really amazed by your resemblance. 

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Jin: You didn’t tell him they were twins until he saw them “Two?! They’re so beautiful!” he would kiss your forehead, holding one of your daughters while you hold the other. “I love you so much, Y/N. They’re my princesses and you’re my queen.

two things i wanna say about my darling isak valtersen

  • i don’t ever want to see you get hurt again
  • look at you, proudly holding hands with your boyfriend in front of everyone. look at you with that dandelion in your hair, not caring about what people might think of that, not caring about masculinity standards. boys with flowers in their hair? why not. look at how much you’ve grown. i love you. i’m so proud of you 
Realistic Study Moods

the “i accomplished something” mood:
you decided to be productive that day but at night you realise you haven’t accomplished a single thing from your to-do-list. stressed you get yourself a cup off coffee and sit next to your desk really unmotivated and exhausted. half an hour later you’ve solved one math problem. you smile, you have done something.

the “i’m so fucking motivated” mood:
early morning. you get out of bed right after the alarm goes off. well-rested you brew yourself a cup of tea.you write your to-do-list. after that you take a seat in your bed and start reading trough the textbook of your fave subject. “i’ll succeed today” you think and take a sip of your tea.

the “oh i’m so gonna prove you wrong” mood:
“you can’t do it”, they say. determined you start working early. you read, you write notes, you revise, you discuss, you watch videos. on the test day you walk in with confident, take your test & fully ace it. proudly you turn your back to those bastards.

the “why do i not understand this” mood:
papers scattered everywhere, several coffee mugs on your desk. you’ve been doing that same problem the whole day and still can’t solve it. you’ve looked trough the theory, asked your friends & even your teacher. frustrated you pick up your phone and hope someone else has asked the same question on google.

the “omg i get it” mood:
you’ve been reading the same theory over and over again, you’ve watched several videos on the topic and googled everything about it. still, you can’t get the hang of it. frustrated you put your book down. later that day you pick up it again and start reading it. slowly but surely you realise that “hey i understand this! it isn’t that hard after all”. excited you read through rest of the theory.

Dirty Minded Cap*

Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requested by @ballerinafairyprincess)
Words Count: 2.1k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.]
Author’s Note: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx

    You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, settling a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.

    “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.

    “I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.

    “You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.

    “Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”

    “I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”

    Steve watched as you left, the way your hair moved in sync with your high heels tapping on the ground and the curves of your body delicately highlighted by your skirt that vaguely reminded him of a vintage look. A light smirk curling his lips and he caught himself staring at you with more feelings than he should’ve had. He shook his head, trying to convince himself it was rude, yet the same very inappropriate thoughts came back to him.

    “Steve?” Natasha called, snapping two of her fingers to bring him back to earth.

    “Uh, sorry, Nat. Gotta go,” the super soldier coughed, excusing himself and he stormed out of the kitchen with an embarrassed and flustered expression plastered to his face.


    As a former member of S.H.I.E.L.D.- now working with the Avengers, you were the one in charge of all the data analysis. You were responsible of all the strategic section working for the group of heroes. You checked if the information received were valid and used for the purpose needed, ensuring a proper functioning of your data.

    You loved this environment, working with former colleagues such as Natasha and Steve was a real enjoyment. You felt humbled when the super soldier had especially asked you to join his team since some of his former teammates had either retired or had gone MIA.

    “Cap?” You knocked at the door of his office, opening lightly.

    Steve unconsciously licked his lips as you entered with this smile on your face, showing your apology and he almost wished you weren’t this polite.

    “Sorry to interrupt, I know you’re still working on tomorrow’s mission, but I think you need to take a look at this.” You stood next to him, sitting on his chair behind his desk and you placed your files to his attention.

    As you began to explain your point, his beautiful blue eyes never left yours as he saw you removing your glasses, fixing your hair and trapping a branch between your teeth.

    “Hey, Steve, you with me?” You waved a hand and his jaw tightened, seeing you wearing this grin on your face with your glasses now clinging to the collar of your blouse.

    “Uh, yeah… I don’t have a lot of time right now, video call from Fury and stuff-” he stammered, shifting his position and you furrowed your brows as he tried to avoid your gaze this time.

    “Are you sure you alright?”

    “I’m fine,” he grumbled and as he stood from his chair, you wrapped your hand around his bicep to stop him and every muscle forming his body tensed once again.

    “You’re not,” you spoke with a gentle tone and he dared to turn back to you.

    “I am fine,” he repeated with a low firm tone and you felt almost intimidated. It wasn’t fear; it was an excited feeling tingling throughout your whole body as you kept looking at him.

    Steve laid his blue eyes on you and an obvious confidence radiated around him. He took a step closer and you could feel his breath landing on your skin or describe the moles on his face as he was so close to you.

    Goosebumps were quick to make an appearance and he smiled as he saw the way you reacted, dropping your head to avoid his powerful gaze.

    “Steve,” you whispered, your chest rising at his touch as he took your glasses from your collar and placed them back on your nose.

    “You look sexy with these on,” his voice was husky and you swallowed, fluttering your eyes closed as his finger traced the side of your face.

    “Sexy?” You managed to breath, shocked to hear him using this word. Steve became more confident around women since he had been defrosted, sometimes he still struggled, but you couldn’t deny this simple sentence made your knees feel like jelly.

    Very,” he insisted, wearing a new smug smile and he couldn’t take this tension anymore as you met his face again, inches away from his.

    Intense warmth overcame your body and the lustful fire in both your eyes was enough response as he leaned and eagerly closed the small gap still separating you from him.

    His hands cupped your cheeks and his thick lips were on yours, winning the dominance as he titled his head to the side. Breathing each other’s air so fast, you felt a new burst of confidence and wrapped your arms around his neck, taking the next step of your kiss as you nibbled his bottom lip away in desperation to have more.

    Steve groaned, his covered erection pushing against your belly as he finally closed an arm around your waist and his free hand palmed the back of your neck, deepening the heated kiss that had you feeling dizzy with passion.

    As you pulled away ever so lightly, your breath itched and Steve’s fingertips traveled agonizingly slow up your arms, discovering your silky surface. He brushed his thumbs over your skin and leaned slightly, the pair of his smooth welcoming lips pressed just under your ear.

    “Do you want this?” He whispered and watched from the corner of his eyes as you nodded your head. “Words, Y/N. Tell me you want this too.”

    “More than ever, Steve,” you rolled your lower lip between your teeth, feeling the pool between your legs soaking your panties like never it had happened before.

    In a quick instant, Steve locked the door and pushed you against his desk, his lips claiming yours in a fiery kiss. His jacket fell to the floor and by the time he’d pulled away, you gasped, trying to catch your breath as he started unbuttoning your blouse and you pulled off his sweater, unveiling his toned chest.

    His lips attacked your neck with a series of languorous kisses and nips or bites along your throat. You whimpered, bucking your hips up automatically and his excitement was pressed against you. You leaned your head back, allowing his lips to find more skin and as you sighed shakily, he smiled, unclasping your bra and tossing it behind him.

    Steve grabbed your chin to make you look at him and leaned to meet you again. The kiss was sloppy, but passionate and it was quick before he pinched your nipples between his fingers. You gasped and he glided his tongue through your mouth, making you moan at the victorious taste of him. He finally broke the kiss, tracing a path with his lips down your neck and stopped at the swell of your breasts, licking the delicate skin.

    “The things you make me do, Y/N,” the super soldier exhaled and you met his gaze as innocently as you could, popping on the desk to sit on the wooden furniture.

    He flicked his tongue across your taut peak, finally taking it in his mouth and sucked on it a long moment. Applying the same treatment to the other, he grazed his teeth across your nipple, biting down and he tugged gently.

    Steve’s eyes remained on your face as his fingers took off your skirt, tugging down your shamelessly ruined panties in the same way.

    “Steve,” you breathed, urging him to go faster and he granted your wish, trailing kisses along your stomach and he parted your thighs, kneeling. Your wetness glistened before his eyes and he grinned proudly before pulling your leg over his shoulder.

    His wide tongue licked a long, generous strap along your slit and he lapped up and down, gathering your sweet juices in his mouth. He moaned against your lips as he tasted you and he made his way back up to your clit, licking another few times.

    “Steve… ah, shit,” you breathed and he pressed his mouth harder against your inner flower. Your hand gripped onto the edge of the desk for support as he closed his beautiful lips around you, starting to suck on your clit mercilessly.

    You carded your fingers through his hair and he worked his magic, holding your hips to keep you still. Watching you cry out his name again and again in pleasure, Steve only increased his work, shaking your rose bud between his lips and you felt the orgasm arriving quickly.

    “I’m- I’m coming!” You moaned, your head leaning backwards and you gripped his roots tighter, closing your thighs. He hummed in response as you squirmed, your legs trembling and the climax came over you for long seconds of bliss you thought you’d never live.

    Licking his lips, Steve rose on his feet and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers quicker than ever before positioning his erected manhood at your entrance.

    “Wow,” you gasped silently, looking at his massive shaft he stroked back and forth and you took it from his hand, applying the same pressure. “Don’t you want a …?” You smiled, referring to a blowjob and he shook his head.

    “Later. I want to be inside, you drive me crazy,” he growled and claimed your mouth once more, pushing inside you with ease as your wetness coated his member.

    Completely filled, stretched by his big cock, you nipped your bottom lip between your teeth and tried not to attract more attention with obscene cries of pleasure.

    So good, Y/N- feel so good,” Steve praised, looking down as he disappeared in you again.

    He started slowly, almost all the way out and came back in, snapping harder each time. He went back to a slow motion, making you feel every inch of his shaft squeezed by your tight walls.

    “How do you like it, huh?” He growled, holding your hips tight and he met your eyes in pure fire like both all your senses were on.

    “Harder!”

    Steve rolled his hips and finally caught the pace, thrusting fast as you lied down on the desk, giving him a view of your breasts bouncing in harmony with his deep movements. With each slam of his hips, you met more of him and the desk shook beneath you as the papers perfectly organized flew off.

    You took his hands in yours and yanked him down against your body, feeling his chest rising and falling every time his breath fanned over your face. You captured his lips with yours, moaning louder in his mouth and he started pounding into you relentlessly, burying his cock deeper to the hilt.

    You wrapped your arms and legs tightly around him, giving yourself to all the pleasures he had to offer and your head fell back onto the furniture as he hid his face in your neck.

    Shit… tell me you’re close,” Steve growled, gritting his teeth as he held back from his own release and you dug your fingers into the muscular curves of his back.

    “Yeah- fuck, right… there!” You gasped, every time his cock found that g-spot everybody had told you about and you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the same heat forming in your stomach beginning to tingle your whole figure.

    He reached down between the two of you and his fingers rubbed circles against your swollen clit, letting yourself go instantly. You screamed his name at the top of your lungs and your hands laced around his neck as your body went limp and your chests pressed even closer.

    You came harder than earlier, your walls tightening his member and Steve finally let out a strangled groan, coming inside you. He tried to shut down his sounds through your skin as his irregular, sloppy and long thrusts rode both your orgasms for mere seconds.

    The super soldier collapsed on top of you, careful to not crush your ribs. You both breathed irregularly, coming down from your highs and his long sighs leaving his nose died on your neck, sending shivers to your skin.

    “Wearing glasses turns on Steve Rogers, I’ll keep it in mind,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair and he chuckled, kissing your skin.

    “You look very beautiful; you should wear them more often,” he smiled, leaning on his elbows and he adjusted them on your face.

    “I’m counting on it now,” you kissed his lips. “Didn’t know you could be so dirty, though.”

    “What can I say, Y/N? These glasses do make think of dirty things with you.”


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    Angel

    Bucky Barnes x Reader

    Summary: Mardi Gras shenanigans. It’s porn, plot is optional.

    Word Count:1,976

    Warnings: Language, Smoking, Dirty Talk, Oral (MR)

    A/N: Are you ready for the longest blowjob in history… (I don’t own the gif)

    “Did it hurt?” Sam approached you, a sly smirk on his lips. When you didn’t play along and simply shot him an unimpressed look, he snickered. “…when you fell from Heaven.”

    Yeah, you were dressed as an angel.

    Not your idea, though. As it turned out, Wanda was a big fan of Mardi Gras and begged until you all agreed to throw a costume party. Tuesday morning, she shoved a white dress into your arms and said you were an angel. You didn’t want to upset her, so you just rolled with it.

    Sam laughed at his own joke before the smell of pancakes drew his attention away from you. You looked around the room and sighed, sipping your second glass of… whatever it was Natasha had given you. It was good, a bit fruity and bitter enough to match your mood.

    Wanda, who was dressed as Violet from the Incredibles, was running around the living room, filling plates with pancakes. Loud music blasted through the speakers.

    “Looking for someone?”

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    Kiwi: Part One

    A little impromptu mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. xo



    The music in the bar was pounding as the sounds of the Caribbean flowed through the humid air. It was a small establishment, one that could probably only accommodate for two hundred people at most. It definitely wasn’t a tourist place; most of those were on the other side of the island with the copious amounts of resorts and hotels that offered travellers sanctuary.

    Harry wasn’t there to vacation, though. He was there to write and record his new album.

    The bar, “Pipo’s Shack”, was about a ten minute walk from the recording studio that Harry had been working in for the past little bit. It had been a productive couple of days; he’d spent the first night there having a few beers and getting to know his team better. After all, they were going to be working together until this thing was done, so they might as well be comfortable with one another. They all got along splendidly, and the handful of songs they’d managed to bang out so far were promising, but not quite right yet. After a couple of days of straight work, Harry decided that he needed a night off to himself.

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    GOT7 | Dating Jackson Wang | REALLY LONG |

    Request: Yes - multiple

    Hope it’s long enough! If not don’t be afraid to ask for more! enjoy :)

    • him always holding your hand
    • like he loves it
    • him holding and putting your hand in his pocket when your hand is cold
    • him saying how cold your hands are
    • him bringing your hands in front of the both of you encasing your hands with his and blowing warm air into them whilst rubbing them
    • snowball fights
    • taking pictures of him off guard/without him knowing and him doing the same to you
    • him posting it on social media
    • whether it be for an anniversary, a tb/to relive a memory, or just to let you and everyone else know that he loves you
    • cute and silly pictures together
    • a cute picture of you shows up when he’s ringing you or you’re ringing him (and vice versa)
    • random calls and specific calls (depending on time zone or schedule)
    • snowballs fights/trying to build an igloo together and maybe failing maybe not

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    Bring It Back - Part Two (Smut)

    A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking this story so well, it really warms my heart and I’m so grateful. I really hope this lives up to your expectations, like I’m actually dead nervous you won’t like it. I would love feedback on it, it would make my day.
    Also just need to say a massive thank you to my precious twinny @illuminateshawn​, who’s always there to read tiny pieces and give me feedback. You are so precious to me, thank you!

    Word count: 6,502

    March 4 th 2017
    Pickering, Canada

    You bit your lip as you waited for a response from Shawn. A minute passed by, then two, then three, four, five….

    Half an hour later and then you just stopped counting after that.

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    A NIGHT AT HOME | HOSEOK VERSION

    WORD COUNT: 3,440

    warnings: graphic smut, dirty talk, spanking, oral sex, masturbation, sub!hoseok + dom!reader, dom!hoseok + sub!reader

    Originally posted by morekpopmore

    masterlist | ask | song


    Sitting on the brilliant white fabric sofa in the sexiest, most shameless silky robe and matching lingerie you possessed you waited impatiently for your boyfriend Hoseok. The two of you had been together for almost three years, your relationship was absolutely perfect but you couldn’t deny how much you missed him each time he worked away for promotions. Hoseok was the lead dancer of the famous Kpop group BTS, and ever since you laid eyes on him in an overcrowded humid nightclub in Hongdae, you knew he was the one.

    It was the way his body moved rhythmically to the music as he danced, thankfully alcohol provided him with enough courage to steal you away from your friends and show you a good time. Your bodies were hot, sweaty and fuelled entirely by an unquenchable thirst for each other; you didn’t remember much else about that night, mostly just the feel of Hoseok’s glistening back muscles beneath your desperate fingernails. Who knew that wouldn’t be the last time your bodies were lost beneath his bed sheets. 
    Three years later here you were, the same desire for him circuiting your body.

    He would be home soon.

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    Dad Shawn

    • Sleepy Shawn rolling out of bed to get the baby at 4am
      He’s shirtless, and his hairs a mess, but the baby isn’t crying anymore
    • The way he’d look at your newborn like she’s made of gold
    • He’d always be willing to change the diapers
      Because thats the one thing he actually can do
      Since you’re almost always on feeding duty
    • “She rolled over, SHE ROLLED OVER! Babe, did you see that?”
      “Do it again sweetie, I want to record it, can you do it again?”
    • Shawn smiling proudly anytime someone calls your baby cute
      Almost like he’s thinking, yeah, I made that
    • “She said ‘Dada!’”
      “Shawn, she didn’t say anything.”
      “But she wants to, I know she does.”
    • He’d sing your kids to sleep
      And it was always the fastest way of getting them down
      When he was traveling for work, you’d put him on speakerphone
      So he could sing to the kids at night from wherever he was 
    • He would throw your children in the air and catch them
      Almost giving you a heart attack every time
      But they’d be laughing so hard
    • Saturday mornings were for cartoons
      And you don’t know who looked forward to it more
      Shawn or the kids
    • Every time Shawn returned home from a work trip
      He always brought toys, always
      Despite you telling him that they already had too many
    • Shawn taking your daughter out on “dates” when she’s like 7
      So that she would know how she deserved to be treated by a man
    • “So uh, babe, you know how you told us not to get a puppy?”
      “Yeah…”
      “Well, the shelter had so many cute ones.”
      “Mhmm?”
      “So we didn’t get a puppy, we got two. One for each kid.”
    • Anytime your kids were brought up in an interview
      Shawn always had a new story to tell about them
    • “She can sleep in our bed, just for tonight, please babe?”
    • Shawn helping your kids with homework
      “Um, I think we should ask your mom about that one.”
    • He’d always be in the backyard with your kids
      Showing them the best way to catch insects 
    • Your kids always like it better when Shawn pushes the cart or stroller
      “Vroom!” Crash! “Oops”
    • He’d build forts with your kids in the living room
      And you’d come home to see Shawn’s legs sticking out the back
      Because he’s too big to fit inside
      But he’s in there anyway
    • Shawn coaching your kid’s hockey team
    • And taking off of work early to watch them in the school play
    • He’d make sure your little men knew how to treat girls
      “Buddy, you gotta hold the door open.”
    • He’d write so many songs about your kids
      Most of them would never get released
      But you’d play it for them when they got older
    • “I’ll buy you ice cream if you stop screaming.”
      “Shawn, that is not how you’re supposed to parent.”
      “But it worked.”
    • Shawn would always be telling your kids he loves them
      In the most random moments too
      Your son runs inside while playing hide and seek with his brother
      And Shawn’s like “Hey son, I love you.”
      “I know dad. Help me hide.”
    • You never thought you’d see Shawn as passionate about anything
      The way he was passionate about music
      But then he became a dad.
    Normal Horoscope:

    Aries: Some people are kind like a sunrise. Some people are kind like a cigarette burn. Be sure your kindness is welcome.

    Taurus: Wear a beanie to cover the burns. As far as weekend plans go, branding a map into your scalp was exciting but consequential.

    Gemini: Invest in your personal worth. Eat any small change you find while cleaning.

    Cancer: Its fashionable! Its rodent-borne! Be the object of envy and plague you always wished you could be!

    Leo: Your interest in Napoleonic era bayonet tactics may land you in hot water tomorrow as you attempt to practice while waiting in line at the Seven Eleven. 

    Virgo: The position of mars says the virus is spreading and soon you will be reborn ascendant to join in the virulent bacchanalia. 

    Libra: The rat king in your basement accepts your proposal for trade agreements and looks forward to good relations with your kingdom. Also tonight will be a good night for any libra in love.

    Scorpio: Be not afraid Scorpios! Wear your achievements proudly on your chest. Pin them directly to your exposed skin. 

    Ophiuchus: From a physics standpoint, you run fastest naked. Take this as you will.

    Sagittarius: The ghost that lives in your house is attempting to draw a picture for you in the dust collecting on the bookshelf. Do not interrupt her work, it would be rude.

    Capricorn: If you love something, make it known. Neglect is the lovekiller.

    Aquarius: The hulking colossal figure outside your window tonight likes your taste in clothing but cannot express it in the subsonic tones their throat produces. If you feel a sudden wave of fear, just say where you got the pants.

    Pisces: Souls are a thing of momentum. They cannot be crushed, only slowed. You are building momentum.

    Vixen Muse - Jughead Jones

     Request: Hiiii ! I have a really cute idea in my mind, and I was wondering if you could write an imagine, where reader’s mom is English teacher, and she suggested Jughead to tutor him, help him with his work, improve his writing style, and when she go to her house he met his daughter, a sweet, lovely and kind River Vixen and he falls for her immediately ? <333

    Well look at that I actually did something productive, I’m so sorry for the wait on this request <3 I hope it was okay :)

    NOTE: PLEASE LOOK AT A POST THAT FOLLOWS THIS ON MY BLOOOGGGG <3

    Words: 2,132

    Warnings: Didn’t proofread, I’m honestly so dead / mild mild swearing

    “You’re writing what?” Archie raised an eyebrow.

    The ginger and his beanie clad best friend were sat in a booth at Pop’s, drinking the evening away with rounds of strawberry and chocolate milkshakes.

    “A novel,” Jughead replied simply, sipping on his straw.

    “About Jason Blossom. As in the Jason Blossom who got shot this summer?” Archie had to clarify. Jughead tried to refrain from rolling his eyes.

    “Last time I checked there was only one,” He reached under the table and emerged with his laptop bag. “Although a clone would make a thrilling plot twist.”

    “Are you sure that’s healthy? Writing about a murder? I mean, it’s all you’ve been talking about for the past few weeks and maybe it would be better just to drop the subject,” Archie tried to advise, ignoring the shaking of Jughead’s head in disapproval.

    “You know what maybe I’d have more stuff to talk about if you were around this summer,” He scoffed, the bitter tone is his voice taking Archie by surprise. “I don’t need your opinion on the context anyway, I need help on my writing and the words I use and the structure. It all flows in my head but when I try to put those words on paper, my mind just clouds over and all I’m left with is unnecessary rambling.”

    “Speaking of rambling, there’s no point talking to me about this Juggie. There’s nothing I can say to you in this situation that would actually help you out rather than annoy you with my irrelevant comments,” Archie shrugged, leaning back into the booth and slumping casually.

    Jughead rested his head in his hands. He’d been suffering with writers block for over a week now and it was killing his novel. He needed something inspiring and he needed it fast. 

    “What about Mrs (Y/L/N)?” Archie suggested and Jughead’s head snapped up, his attention having been caught.

    “What about her?”

    “Isn’t she offering small after-school tutoring sessions because the school offered to pay her?” Archie took out his phone and pulled up the school website, showing Jughead the ‘news’ page which informed them of the opening.

    “Why would she even do that?” Jughead took the phone off of Archie and quickly scanned the article, picking out key information like contact details which he proceeded to write down on a napkin.

    “I think the school is offering her a pretty decent amount, they’re having to secure their teacher reputation record because of…. ya know,” Archie trailed off. “Anyways, she’s a pretty nice teacher right? Smart too, I’m sure she’ll give you all the artsy, angsty advice you need to fuel your supposed novel,” He reached over the table and took his phone back, leaving Jughead to think things through.


    “Mrs (Y/L/N)?” Jughead stayed behind after class, now standing at the side of the teachers desk. The aforementioned woman looked up through her glasses and smiled warmly at the boy.

    “Yes Jughead, how can I help?” She put down the papers she was grading and gave him her full attention.

    “Well, it’s nothing really just something stupid,” Jughead scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. He was almost ashamed in himself for not overcoming his difficulties alone and having to ask an English teacher for help. Archie was probably right anyway, the concept was stupid. 

    “Please Jughead, I’m sure it’s not as stupid as you say,” Her voice was smooth and reassuring. Jughead slung his arm so that his backpack fell off of his shoulder and onto the floor. He took out his drafted manuscript, which had been kept under lock and key for weeks. He wouldn’t let anyone see his work until he was sure it was up to his own standards.

    Mrs (Y/L/N) didn’t seem to be giving away much with her facial expressions as she nonchalantly skimmed through the pages, nodding her head and humming. After a few minutes of awkward silence, she put the pages down and looked up at the nervous brooding boy before her.

    “W-What do you think? It’s just an early draft, I just wanted to know if you could maybe help me improve it. I don’t mean to waste your time or anything though, of course!” Jughead scrambled to pick up the manuscript and shove it back in his bag, refusing to meet the English teacher’s eyes.

    “It’s great Jones, very interesting take on the whole ordeal. Very real,” She reached out a hand, stopping him in his path. Mrs (Y/L/N) stood up and neatly tucked in her chair before coming round to the front of the desk and perching on the edge. “I’d love to discuss it with you in more detail, if you would be okay with that?” She had already pulled out her diary from her desk and started to scribble some notes down in the dates of this week.

    “Yes, that would be great. Umm when and where Miss?” Jughead didn’t want to sound too eager but he couldn’t help but feel a flood of relief.

    “I’d have you come in during a lunchtime but sadly I have reports to do and papers to mark for the seniors. I’ll send you my address and contact details over school email okay, we’ll try and meet for afternoons for a week and see where we go from there,” The teacher scribbled all of this down whilst Jughead just made a simple mental note. He was on a laptop 24/7 anyway, he didn’t need to be promoted to check his emails.


    “She must really want to help you then,” Veronica laughed as Jughead explained his daily English plan also now known as ‘his excuse for not turning up to group days at Pop’s for the next month or so’.

    “Guys she’s just interested, it’s actually quite nice to be offered some professional support considering it’s been weighing me down,” Jughead sighed, picking at his fries. The Sad Breakfast Club were all gathered by the bleachers eating their lunch and just sticking to their casual weekday routine. 

    “You’re making it sound as if she’s your therapist,” Kevin pointed out and the others nodded with smirks, much to Jughead’s annoyance.

    “Wait, doesn’t she have a kid?” Betty perked up, finally chiming into the conversation after just simply observing. There was a brief moment of silence as everyone contemplated her question.

    “I think so…” Veronica didn’t sound so sure.

    “If she does, she probably goes to another high school. I’ve never seen or heard of anyone like that around Riverdale high,” Jughead simply shook it off. Boy, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into.


    He’d been knocking for almost five minutes now. Perhaps it was the determination to just finish the chapter that kept him standing at the (Y/L/N) doorstep that Wednesday afternoon but it was slowly seeping away, seeing as nobody was willing to answer. Or maybe it was fate, because if he left a little earlier, there was a chance he may have never met her.

    “Hello?” That honey voice Jughead recognised came from behind him but it sounded even sweeter, soft and innocent almost. Perhaps even angelic if you wanted to go that far. He turned around, his expression irritated but his features quickly softened when he took in your appearance.

    You were stood there in all your beauty, gym bag slung over shoulder and River Vixen uniform proudly on display. Your hair was tied in a tight high ponytail that could rival Betty Cooper’s, adorned with blue and gold ribbons. 

    “Um, hi. I’m sorry, do I have the wrong house?” Jughead stuttered, his face changing from pale to tomato red very quickly.

    “Oh no, this is the right house. You must be the boy my mother told me about,” Her confused expression instantly shifted into a warm smile, her eyes bright and welcoming. That smile could melt an iceberg. “She said you’d be stopping by, for help with your poem or novel or whatever it was. She’s out right now getting the groceries but luckily I have my spare key so you can come on in and binge some snacks with me,” She giggled heartily, skipping past him and unlocking the door. She beckoned Jughead to follow her as she dropped her gym bag off by the stairwell and ran into the kitchen, emerging with bags of popcorn.

    Jughead grinned, following her into the living room where they both sat down on the same couch and started to talk.

    She had only recently moved to town to stay with her Mum. Her parents were divorced and her Dad wanted time alone with his new family so they could settle in together, to your dismay. Thanks to her prestigious background, Cheryl had been quick to accept her as a River Vixen but other than her five minutes of fame at the audition, she’d purposefully sunken into the background of Riverdale High, keeping a low profile and fulfilling her role as a wallflower.

    Jughead noticed how expressive she was. She would move her hands when she talked, waving them all over the place and gesturing. She could tell the whole story with her bright eyes, which leaked with emotion and passion. The words she used and her way of phrasing things filled Jughead’s head with ideas. The inspiration he’d been looking for was right in front of him and it hit him quick how fast he was falling head first for the charming Vixen.


    “And then I told her that it wasn’t fair that ethnic minorities are portrayed that way in this show but she decide- Jughead? Are you alive? Helloooo Earth to Juggie?” You waved your hand in front of his face since the boy seemed to be lost in a trance. The two of you had been talking for almost an hour now and you’d been concealing your blush whenever he stared at you. It was undeniable he was kind of cute and different to most other boys you’d met. To him though you were probably the perfect girl next door. Untouchable and innocent. Not with your history, no. Nobody is ever perfect in Riverdale.

    “Sorry I was just thinking about how pretty you look,” Jughead smirked, the confidence coming from nowhere. Jughead even looked surprised himself at his comment. You felt flustered and you looked down so he couldn’t see your rosy cheeks. So… he wants to play huh?

    You scooted closer to him on the couch, slowly draping your legs over his lap and leaning back onto a pillow lazily. He was looking at you, eyes wide. You batted your eyelashes innocently, smiling up at him in a way that could only be described as… seductive?

    You had no idea where this mood came from and neither did he. Some harmless flirting didn’t hurt nobody though. 

    Within the next five minutes you were snuggled into his side talking about your day whilst he was stroking your legs and wrapping his fingers around the curls in your hair. There was just some kind of comfort and butterflies you felt when so close to him and it was clear he felt the same.

    “Am I really pretty?” You suddenly mumbled, rubbing over your stomach subconsciously. You’d always been insecure about your weight and it had been your weakness when it came to dealing with high school bitches.

    Jughead leaned back and gave you a look. “I’m being honest when I say you’re honestly so pretty, and it’s not all about your looks. You have a great personality from what I can tell. I mean, I can’t really judge you yet but based on the cover of your book you’re funny and charismatic and I would love to take you out on a date,” The last part was barely audible but you’d heard every single word. You sat up quick, mouth wide open. You began to fidget with your hands like you always did when the words just wouldn’t come out. You could just whisper.

    “I would love that,” You stared at his soft lips and he blushed, staring right back at yours. You scooted closer once more, leaning in.

    “I’M HOME HONEY!” The front door slammed shut and the sound of bags being dumped on the floor was heard from the hallway. The two of you jumped apart quickly as your Mum walked in to find the two of you, sitting on opposite ends of the couch with red faces. “Hey guys, I bought pizza! If you want to stay for dinner Jughead just let me know, (Y/N) can you help me unpack these groceries please,” She smiled at the both of you before walking off to the kitchen.

    You reluctantly sat up but before you left the room, you turned around to meet Jughead Jones’ eyes. You smiled bashfully.

    “It’s a date.”


    i’m so sorry that i’m slow and ew, i hope this was okay + didn’t proofread because i’m dead. Will read tomorrow :)

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    31 Days of Trans Visibility

    Each day of March, post a blog, podcast, or vlog in response to each day’s prompt. Tag your posts #31DaysOfTransVisibility and post publicly. Together, we can make the world see us! If you cannot safely take part, do what you can and explain why it is not safe for you to participate fully and openly. Make your struggle visible, if you can’t be visible yourself.

    Day 1: Make yourself known. Tell the world your name, age, and how you identify. Post a picture of yourself.

    Day 2: Talk about your process of discovery and realization. How did you come to understand yourself to be trans?

    Day 3: Talk about coming out. Are you out? Who did you come out to first? How did people in your life react?

    Day 4: Talk about transition. Do you want to? What kind of progress have you made? How has the process affected your day to day life? Do you feel your transition is complete?

    Day 5: Talk about dysphoria. Do you experience dysphoria? How does it affect you? What things do you do to cope with it?

    Day 6: Talk about relationships. Do you have anyone special in your life? Have your relationships been affected by your being trans?

    Day 7: Talk about children. Do you have any? Do you want to be a parent? Do you face any challenges to your desire or lack of desire for children? How have you worked against those challenges?

    Day 8: Talk about support. Who in your life has helped you? Have medical and mental health providers served your needs? Have lawmakers in your jurisdiction worked to protect you?

    Day 9: Talk about community. How are you treated by your local community? Do you participate in any online communities? How have they reacted to you being trans?

    Day 10: Talk about employment and your career. What do you do to support yourself? Are you in a traditionally gendered field or occupation? How have your co-workers reacted to your being trans?

    Day 11: Talk about expression and presentation. Do you present as your identified gender? Do you use cosmetics? Do you use scented products? Do you wear jewelry or other accessories? Which rack do most of your clothes come off of? Do you take any special measures with regard to body, facial, or head hair? Have you faced any particular challenges related to your gender expression or presentation?

    Day 12: Talk about other trans people in your life. Have you met any other trans people? Do you have any trans friends? How have you helped each other?

    Day 13: Talk about music, art, writing, and other forms of creativity. What do you create? Do you include trans themes in your creations? Does your creativity help you with any trans issues?

    Day 14: Talk about traditional media. Have you been influenced by trans themes in the media? Have you had to correct misinformation about trans people that others got from the media?

    Day 15: Talk about social media and online gaming. How have people reacted to your being trans online?

    Day 16: Be a voice of encouragement. Let’s take a moment to encourage people who are suffering in the closet to take steps to improve their life. Fight fear with love!

    Day 17: Talk with pride. Why are you proud to be trans? How do you show the world your pride?

    Day 18: Talk about privilege. What privileges do you benefit from? What special challenges do you struggle against? Has your experience of privilege changed as a result of your being trans or transitioning?

    Day 19: Talk about the future. How are you planning to spend TDOV? How about the rest of the year? Do you have long term plans?

    Day 20: Talk about deadnaming and misgendering. Has this ever happened to you? How did you deal with it? How did it affect you?

    Day 21: Talk about transphobia. Have you experienced discrimination? Have you been the target of hate speech or slurs? Have you been a victim of abuse or violence?

    Day 22: Talk about something funny. Has anything humorous or ironic ever happened to you because you were trans? Have you used humor to help make people more comfortable with your being trans?

    Day 23: Talk about gender roles. Do you feel that you conform to a gender role? Do you feel that your conformity or lack of conformity to gender roles helps you or hurts you?

    Day 24: Talk about misogyny and toxic masculinity. Do these affect you in your daily life? Are the social pressures you experience typical for your identified gender?

    Day 25: Talk about symbols. Do you ever fly the colors of any LGBT+ or gender identity flag in a symbolic way? Do you wear jewelry, buttons, patches, or other accessories that telegraph your being trans? Do you have any LGBT or gender identity related tattoos? Are they usually visible or hidden under clothing?

    Day 26: Talk about role models. Who are your role models? How have they influenced you?

    Day 27: Talk about politics and activism. Has being trans influenced your stance on any political issues or candidates? Are you active in your local trans and/or LGBT+ community?

    Day 28: Talk about religion and spirituality. Has being trans influenced your spirituality? Have you joined or left a church because of their stance on trans related issues? Have you found acceptance in your religious community?

    Day 29: Let’s be positive. Post a message of loving kindness. If you can’t honestly open your heart to the whole world, narrow it down to one special person if you have to. But try to put some positivity out there in a public way.

    Day 30: Quiet before the storm. Let’s just take a minute to calmly and privately reflect on how far we’ve come and how far we have yet to go, individually and together. Don’t post.

    Day 31: It’s TDOV! Let’s be visible! Post selfies of you being your wonderful self as far and wide as you can, proudly tagging your pics as #TransDayOfVisibility and #TDOV.

    Leather Jacket and motorcycle

    Summary: You get stuck in the rain and get rescued by your knight in shining armor… riding a motorcycle. (BuckyxReader)

    A/N: I’M BACK. Sorry for being gone so long but I am back and I already have another thingy waiting for you after this one! I wanna thank my princess @bucky–b4rnes for proofreading this ♡ 

    Warnings: Swear words? I guess? It’s basically just fluff.

    Word count: 2209


    Originally posted by gliceria


    You ran down the stairs of the subway station, hoping you would be able to be home in your bed before the sun came up, only to find a man wearing the uniform of the New York subways standing in front of the gates.

    « Sorry ma’am, ‘line’s closed. »
    « What do you mean ‘the line’s closed’, what happened? »
    « A cow fell on the rails. »
    « A cow? »
    « Yes. »
    « You’re joking. »
    « Do I look like I’m joking ma’am? »

    You were about to rip the man’s eyes out but opted for the less illegal solution and walked away, cursing under your breath as you climbed up the stairs. The cold was teeth-chattering, and you quickly started shaking, putting your arms around your chest in a desperate attempt to block the chilliness. Of course you had to forget to take your coat. You felt the sting of a droplet of water hit your face and you silently prayed it was just a woman watering her plants a few floors above you. Unfortunately it wasn’t, and you soon found yourself soaked to the skin, running as fast as you can,  in the hope to find some place to hide from the rain, somewhere where you could stay dry, or at least dry up. During your frantic race in the search for a shelter, you quickly found yourself slipping and falling straight on your butt, not forgetting to break a heel in the process. You looked down at your broken shoes in disgust.

    « Of course the one time I decide to wear heels… I hate you, you fucki- »
    « What are you doing down there? » A man with a deep voice chuckled. You looked up at him. Glaring daggers at him truly.
    « Looking for my dignity apparently. » You muttered while taking your shoes off, and the man laughed.
    « You’re gonna walk bare foot? » He snickered, taking your hand in his in order to help you up. You could have refused his help, you should have; but you didn’t.
    « Yes I’m going to walk bare foot, I need to go home. »
    « And you can’t take a cab? » He asked, sounding genuinely worried, still not letting go of your hand.
    « I don’t have my wallet. » You sighed in defeat and he joined you. He let go of your hand and you suddenly you felt cold again, but it wasn’t for long as you saw him take off his jacket and put it over your shoulders.
    « Now you’re gonna be cold. » You stated, clearly unimpressed, and he chuckled again, shaking his head slightly, a cocky smile playing on his lips. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to punch his teeth in, or kiss him.
    « I’ve got a bike, » he stated « it’s resting a few streets down the road. I can take you home… If you’re ok with that. » For an instant, you saw the shadow of shyness on his face, but he replaced it with a smirk so fast you started to doubt yourself. « I mean, you don’t really have much of a choice anyway. »
    You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest in defiance, forgetting the fact that the only thing keeping you from getting even more soaked was the jacket he kindly offered you.
    « You’re an awfully cocky guy. »
    He shook his head again, and of course you knew it wasn’t the only truth, he had something different, he was different, you knew that behind the smirk, the perfect teeth and smug look, he was the kind of guy who would lend his - really cool and probably really expensive - leather jacket to a complete stranger, not only because you had just experienced it, but because there was just something special escaping him, a certain warmth radiating from his body.
    He decided to ignore your sassy remark and threw you a blinding smile.
    « Where d’you live doll? »
    « Brooklyn. »
    He nodded quietly and started walking toward his bike.
    « I never said a was coming with you. » You yelled at his back as you refused to follow him.
    « Don’t be a pain in the ass, just come. » He yelled, walking back to you, lowering his voice as he came closer and closer. You shivered, finally realizing you had been standing bare foot under the rain for long minutes now. He couldn’t help but notice your shuddering, and without a second thought, he grabbed your knees in his left hand, and snaked the other one under your back, lifting you off the floor in a swift motion.
    « What the fuck?! » You squealed as you gripped his neck in surprise, digging your fingers in the skin of his neck.
    « I’m Bucky Barnes by the way. »
    « I know who you are, but being an avenger doesn’t allow you to carry people around like that! » You tried to sounds angry, but you sounded more shocked than actually pissed, which, of course, made Bucky laugh.
    « Put me down. » You whined.
    « You’re gonna get a cold doll. » You scoffed but didn’t answer, you slowly relaxed into his arm, and quickly, exhaustion got to you and you found yourself falling asleep on his shoulder. You woke up to the sound of Bucky’s voice.
    « Hey darling, wake up. »
    You slowly opened your eyes and your gaze met Bucky’s, he had a gentle smile plastered on his lips, his eyes were digging into yours and you felt your breathe hitch in your throat at the sight.
    He set you down on the bike, holding your waist with one hand and the handlebar with another, making sure neither you, or the bike were going to fall over. Slowly, he let go of your waist and bent down, untying his shoes and taking of his socks.
    « The fuck? » You said. He didn’t answer and just shushed you as he took your freezing cold foot in his gloved left hand, slipping the sock on your foot gently.
    « I’m gonna ask again, what the fuck? »
    He chuckled but didn’t stop.
    « Your feet are already freezing, if you’re not at least wearing socks, you won’t be able to feel your extremities by the time we reach Brooklyn. It’s a weird and awkward solution but it’s a solution. If you’ve got a better one, please, by all means, speak up. » He retorted and you snorted, but stayed quiet, unable to hold back a smile. He handed you a helmet and helped you put it on. His hand softly brushed your cheek as he slip the helmet on your head and you wondered for a second if it was intentional, silently hoping it was.
    He sent you a proud smirk and tapped the helmet with his palm.

    « Aw! »
    « All set doll. » He grinned smugly. You were about to retort something clever but worry started taking over your mind.
    « You’re not wearing a helmet. » You stated, concern lacing your voice.
    « Darling, I’m Bucky Barnes, I don’t need a Helmet. »
    You scoffed. « Fuck you’re arrogant. » He just winked and hopped on the bike, patting the seat behind him, so you sat down, wiggling on your spot to find a comfortable position.
    Bucky turned to look at you, a tender smile playing on his lips. « Hang on tight. » So you did, you grabbed his t-shirt, holding onto it for dear life, nuzzling your face in his broad shoulders.
    « Alright, let’s go. » He whispered, before pressing the accelerator, the engine roared as the wheels started burning the asphalt. You squealed as speed hit you, and you gripped his shirt a little tighter, your knuckles slowly turning white with the pressure.
    « Problem? » You heard him snicker.
    « No. » You muttered, clenching your arms around his torso. He chuckled and sped up.
    The ride went by quietly. Manhattan to Brooklyn was a fairly long ride and you were exhausted. Bucky’s back was warm and comfortable and you soon found yourself dazing off, taking in the sight of New York spread in front of you, the quietness of the streets disrupted by the loud humming of the bike. You couldn’t notice Bucky’s quick glances at you every time he would stop at a red light, or the radiant smile he was repressing, and you didn’t even realize when he put his hand over yours, making sure you were still hanging on tightly. If you had been wide awake, you would have noticed the way Bucky’s heart sped up each time you moved, even imperceptibly, or how he would shiver every time your grasp wouldn’t loosen, just slightly. You straightened up when you passed the Brooklyn Bridge and Bucky turned to look at you, concerned. His breathe hitched in his throat when he saw your face. You were focused on the stars playing in the sky, and the way the lights of the bridge reflected on the water of the East. You were taken aback by the sight but Bucky was dumbfounded by something else. You were glowing. His heart skipped a beat and he turned around, desperately trying to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. He wasn’t used to this, he had always been the ladies man, and now he was wrapped around your fingers. Just in an instant.
    You felt the engine slow and the humming of the bike die down. Bucky turned the wheel and slowly parked on the sidewalk. You looked at him, too stunned to speak and he just smiled fondly at you.
    « Something wrong? » You inquired, sounding more worried than you had hoped for. You weren’t worried about the bike giving up, you were worried about Bucky, maybe he was too cold, or maybe you had done something wrong. You hoped you didn’t. He silently took your hand and helped you off of the bike.
    « You seemed to enjoy the view, so I thought you’d like to have a closer look. » He grinned proudly.
    You took off your helmet and rubbed your eyes, trying to fight off sleep. You smiled sleepily at Bucky and he answered with a blissful chuckle.
    The sidewalk was wet and and you shivered as your feet hit the cold concrete. Bucky’s socks were thick and warm, but not enough to shield you from the rain. You started shaking and before you knew it, Bucky had you off the floor and wrapped in his warm embrace. You didn’t squeal this time and you let yourself be carried. You relaxed in his arms, melting in the embrace of his cologne and the heat of his skin. You exhaled in his neck and this time, he was the one to shiver. You closed your eyes for a split second and you missed the ecstatic smile that took over his face. When you opened your eyes, you were next to the balustrade; the view was breathtaking. The glimmer of the water, the faint light of the moon, covered by the darkness of the clouds, the city shining in the distance, you let yourself be overwhelmed by the smell of the rain, the scent of the wet concrete and the running water of the river. You felt like time had stopped all together and the sound of the streets were muffled in your ears as you lost yourself in the moment. You closed your arms against Bucky’s neck and you felt his smile in your hair.
    « We should go » he breathed, « you’re shivering. »
    You laughed and rubbed your eyes in exhaustion. « Yeah, I am. »

    It wasn’t long before you were in front of your building, Bucky had speed up the pace and now it was time to say goodbye.
    You got off the bike and hurriedly thanked him as the coldness of the pavement started biting your feet, you ran toward the door but heard him call you before you could open it.
    « Hey! I didn’t catch your name! »
    You turned around and smirked proudly « It’s Y/N. »
    « Well Y/N, I’m glad I bumped into you. »

    ———

    The next day you decided to go back to the Brooklyn bridge, hoping to bump into Bucky, again. So you got up quite early and took a long, relaxing shower before heading out, not forgetting to take his jacket with you… actually, putting it on you.
    The moment you stepped foot out of your building, you were met with an all smile Bucky.

    « Are you stalking me Barnes? » You sassed. He blushed but covered it with a genuine laugh.
    « I thought you’d be tired today, so I brought you coffee. » He handed you a warm cup of what seemed to be very dark coffee and you couldn’t help but smile at the attention.
    « Besides, you still had my jacket… »
    « Oh so that’s why you’re here! » You exclaimed.
    « Well, I mean… » He blushed again and you chuckled in response. You saw the two helmets on his bike and tilted your head in confusion.
    « I thought, maybe, we could ride around New York… again. » He smirked.
    « I’d like that a lot. » You went ahead of him and put the helmet on, patting the seat in front of you, urging him to hurry, sit, and take the wheel. Bucky sat down and you hopped on the bike behind him, making sure your grip was tight around his torso, as you now knew what kind of crazy driver he was.
    « So, you want your jacket back? »
    « Nah » he said, » it looks better on you. »



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    “Flat out” - h.s. Part 1

    Prepare for the domestic cuteness.

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    It was more your flat than it was Harry’s now, after years of living in it. Originally, it had started under the premise that you would only remain in his flat for as long as it took you to find your own place. Which was fine, because he wasn’t staying there and you needed a place as uni started and you were friends, close friends, and it was all fine and dandy.

    But then you really started to get busy with your schoolwork and considering the workaholic and professional perfectionist that you were, you were constantly on the move between classes and work and more classes and your second job. And besides, Harry was really only in and out at that point. The tour was coming to an end, the band was on their final days, and Harry really hadn’t thought much of it that you had now lived in his London flat for an entire year.

    And also, he felt bad. He felt bad that you felt the need to always support and provide for yourself and that you were doing nothing but working yourself to death in order to pay your tuition and then be able to find your own living conditions and so finally he had said, “Just stay here. Stop worrying about it. You’re fine here, Y/N. Really.”

    Though you’d fought it originally, you knew that in order to keep your perfect grades in tact and be able to get to work on time, there was no better place to live than where Harry was. You were centrally located now considering you’d applied to jobs close to Harry’s flat so you could walk, and you only had to walk a solid fifteen minutes to get on campus. You were comfortable, Harry was comfortable, all was well.

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    Underestimated

    Dean x Reader

    Summary: Dean underestimates your fighting skills.

    Warnings: Brief cursing and sparring.

    A/N: Hope you all enjoy this cute little idea I had :)

    Originally posted by thoughtsduringsupernatural


    “But Sam…” Dean groans, sticking out his bottom lip.

    Sam rolls his eyes. “No buts. Our hand to hand combat is rusty and we need to practice.”

    “Can I watch?” Your soft, timid voice appears from the doorway. You’re a hunter, but you prefer to stick your head in countless books than get your hands dirty.

    “Sure. You can watch me kick Sammy’s ass”, Dean boasts, flexing his arm muscles. You giggle as Sam’s expression turns into annoyance.

    The two brothers square off, hands raised in position. You know Sam has an advantage- he’s taller, bigger, and more fit. But, Dean is clever and fast. It’s a pretty even match.

    Dean, being as cocky as he is, charges first, trying to knock his younger brother on his back. Sam seems to predict this, and moves out of the way, causing Dean to stumble. After what seems like hours, Dean has Sam pinned underneath him.

    Dean’s eyes proudly meet yours, giving you his signature wink.

    Grumbling, Sam pushes his brother off of him. Dean hits the floor with an ‘oomf!’ and you can’t help but laugh. Dean stands up and brushes himself off before teasing Sam on his loss.

    In the midst of taunting his brother, Dean almost doesn’t hear your soft voice.

    “Can I try next?”

    Both Sam and Dean look at you in disbelief. You’re over a foot shorter than either of the brothers and not muscularly built like them. Besides, you don’t ever take cases, and they take cases almost regularly.

    Dean walks over to you, easily towering over you. “Alright, pipsqueak”, you narrow your eyes when he mentions the nickname, “who do you want to take on?”

    “You.” Your answer seems to surprise him, after all, he did just beat Sam. 

    “Well alright sweetheart.” Dean allows you to get in position, a cocky smile on his lips. This will be a piece of cake (or pie, in Dean’s terms).

    Sam signals you two to begin. Of course, Dean tries to use his much larger body and weight against you, and immediately charges you. You quickly duck and move out of the way, chuckling as Dean almost runs into a wall. 

    Anger fills Dean’s veins as he tries to land a punch on your jaw, but you simply dodge the hit. With Dean distracted, you land an uppercut on his lower jaw, crumpling him to the ground. You pin your weight against him, making sure to hold his arms and legs still. 

    “Looks like you lost, Deano.” Teasingly, you place a soft kiss where a bruise was forming from your hit before standing up, ignoring Sam’s open mouth stare as you walk out. 

    Sam looks over to Dean with wide eyes. He’s sitting up now, gently rubbing his swollen jaw with an awe stricken and admiring look in his eyes. 

    “Damn”, is all he can whisper out, feeling the mark tingle (and he knows its not just from the punch).


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    parents kissing (stefan salvatore drabble)

    you and stefan are the parent figures of your friend group and he ends up suggesting something that’s a little crazy at first.

    (gifs aren’t mine!!)

    “Damon Salvatore–NO!” You glare at Damon as he and Kai prepare to throw daggers at one another in some sort of game.

    “Kai, cut it out,” Stefan walks in the living room and grabs the knife out of Kai’s hand on his way towards the bar.

    “Hey!” Kai whines, stomping after Stefan as Damon points and laughs at him.

    “Damon, please act your age– you’re almost 200 years old,” Stefan raises his brows at his brother who shrugs almost proudly.

    “Damon. Hand over your knife, NOW,” you glare at him and he raises his brows, almost amused by your attempt to scare him.

    So you walk over to him with a confident smirk on your face. Seeing the confidence, Damon kind of shrinks down. You stop right next to him and pulls his head lower so that you can whisper to him. You see Stefan and Kai’s eyes on you and so you put a little extra effort into both your performance and the threat that you’re whispering in Damon’s ear.

    By the time you’re done, Damon shudders and gives you a disgusted look while handing over the knife. You kiss his cheek and give your audience a little curtsy before walking over to the bar.

    “That was so hot,” Kai whispers, clearing his throat as Stefan gives him a look.

    “I think you should go to your little friend Damon. If you’re lucky, he’ll tell you what I told him,” you raise your brows innocently and Kai runs over to Damon, almost tripping on his own two feet.

    “You definitely threatened to rip his dick off,” Stefan looks over to you and you laugh.

    “In very graphic detail. God I almost felt bad. Almost,” you smile as Stefan hands you a drink.

    “They’re like children. I mean I get why,” Stefan shrugs. “Neither of him had the best childhoods, so it makes sense that they’re trying to make up for lost time but still.”

    “Oh god and they’re both vampires. It’s gonna be like this forever,” you groan and Stefan laughs lightly, taking another sip of his bourbon.

    “We’re gonna need a lot more bourbon to get through this life. We’re running out as it is.”

    “I call supply runs if you watch the kids?” You raise your brows towards Stefan who looks too hesitant for your liking. “Come on! I’m human! What if these idiots kill me?”

    “You know they won’t ever do that.”

    “And how can you be so sure?” You take a sip of your drink as Stefan thinks of what to say.

    “I know that they wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you because I would murder them,” Stefan shrugs as your mouth falls open.

    “Oh come on you can’t do that!” He raises his brows and you hold your hands up. “Look, I’m not saying I want to be dead, but accidents happen where vampires are involved.”

    “You can’t just be written off as an accident, Y/N,” Stefan shakes his head and Damon smirks at the two of you, winking in your direction.

    “Why does Damon look like that?” You furrow your brows as Stefan rolls his eyes.

    “It’s nothing.”

    You look back at Damon and this time he and Kai are both giving you a wierd look… Is Kai blowing kisses at you?

    “Are they really that turned on by me ripping off their balls one at a time?” You finish your drink and Stefan laughs, shaking his head at you.

    “No, they’re waiting to see your reaction after I ask you out. Also they’re listening in on our conversa–”

    “I’m sorry did you just say they’re waiting for you to ask me out?” You raise a brow at him. “Why would you do that?”

    “Well we’re like the mom and dad of the group, so it’s fitting.”

    “Please tell me you have a better reason than that because I want to say yes, but you’re making it hard,” you rest an elbow on the table and Stefan sighs, dropping his head.

    “The truth is that I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while, but things managed to get in the way. For one, my mom came back to life. And then Caroline happened. And then–”

    “Alright, I’m familiar with the trainwreck that’s been our lives these past few years. Go on.”

    “Well the thing that pushed me over the edge is that date you went on with Kol. I haven’t been that angry in a very long time, Y/N,” he sighs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I saw him wrapping an arm around you and making you laugh and it made me angry.”

    “So you’re asking me out because you’re angry?” You furrow your brows, determined to fuck with him as much as you could.

    “No, Y/N, listen. AGH,” he groans, turning his head the other way. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

    “So you’re gonna give up because this is getting hard?” You turn him around to face you again. “I don’t know how this is going to work.”

    “See? I knew–”

    Originally posted by painfulblisss

    You cup his face and press your lips against his in a gentle kiss, a small smile on your face as his hands slowly move around your face.

    “Yes, I’ll go out with you,” you whisper, a smile growing on Stefan’s face as he leans in for another kiss to which you gladly oblige.

    “Seeing your parents kiss is so disturbing,” you hear Kai’s voice as Damon gags.

    You and Stefan burst out laughing at the two idiots who were practically your children. This was gonna be fun.

    EXO Mafia: How They Would be with Their S/O

    This was so fun to do ! Thank you for the request !

    For everyone who’s requested something, I’m going to get to them as fast as I can ! It’s currently finals week and I’m trying to get through it. 

    Thank you and enjoy !

    ——————-

    Suho:

    As the leader of the mafia, Suho has people coming after him most- if not all -of the time. He would be very overprotective of you because of this, having eyes on you at all times. He would always be touching you in some way, whether it be his hand on your thigh or holding your hand. Suho’s attitude as The Boss would definitely transfer into his relationship with you. His cool and dominant demeanor would result in long trailing looks up and down your body, husky whispers into your ear, and eye communication. He would treat you like a goddess with long nights tucked away under sheets, and elegant gifts to appease your desires. Suho would make it known that you are his- only his.

    Sehun:

    Sehun loves nothing more than having people strung around his finger, and you are no exception. He knows how to push your buttons, but in just the right way. Sehun can have you blushing like a maniac one moment, then hot and bothered the next. He teases you constantly by biting his lip and touching you as lightly as he possibly can, just to leave you wanting more. When you call him out on his teasing, he simply laughs, finding your state to be absolutely amusing. Not a fan of PDA, but once the door is closed, he’s on you. Despite his teasing and keeping his emotions hidden for his line of work, Sehun knows how to love someone with everything he has. The fact you’re in his life would make him so happy.

    Kris:

    Being second-in-line his entire time in the mafia has made Kris very reserved. He has several walls built up around him and hides what he’s truly feeling in order to do some of the things he’s in charge of. He may come off as a “kick ass, ask questions later,” type of guy, but he actually holds several things within himself. When he sees you though, a shy smile will come across his face, happiness filling himself. Due to the barriers he’s made between himself and other people, Kris isn’t one for eye contact, unless he’s trying to scare someone away. When he looks at you, however, you can see all of the soft feelings he tries to hide. You’re his saving grace to bring him back from years of constant battering and stress.

    D.O:

    When D.O is at work, he is all business. He doesn’t hesitate to threaten anyone who stands in his way, or hurt anyone who wrongs him. At home, D.O is another person. When he’s with you, he turns into a bunny, wanting nothing more than to simply hold you in his arms. He cooks dinner every night for the two of you, letting the creativity he’s always had with food to come out. The two of you would have long movie marathons, tangled up in blankets and each other for hours. He’s your personal bodyguard in public, always keeping you close to his side, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He would love you with such passion and warmth that you’d almost never guess he is a member of the mafia.

    Luhan:

    A generally quieter person, Luhan is very caring, but expresses it in actions rather than words. He is always holding your hand, drawing patterns on it with his thumb. He often pulls your hand up to his lips to give it a quick peck before the two of you depart, leaving you with a warm feeling floating in your heart. A master of surprise kisses, Luhan will pull you close to his chest, his hand cupping your cheek, lips pressed against yours. If the two of you are just sitting together, it’s not uncommon to find him staring at you for no particular reason. When you ask him about it, he simply responds that he’s “admiring the incredible view.” Luhan loves having someone to come home to after seeing ungodly things happen to others at work.

    Chanyeol:

    Being the walking definition of “extra,” Chanyeol would be a very over-the-top boyfriend. When the two of you are in public together, he swings your interlocked hands, whistling a goofy song as you go. He would often take you on extravagant dates to five star restaurants or outlandish resorts. Other times, he would simply take you out on a rainy day and dance with you to no sounds other than your laughter and rain hitting pavement. Chanyeol is always professing his love for you in some way, whether it be by a long, passionate kiss or a trip to a different city. Being a natural softie, when something bad happens while he’s out on the field, he comes to you for comfort, even though you never know why he’s really upset.

    Chen:

    Chen is an absolutely lovely person to have and to love. He can make you laugh simply by how cute and smiley he is. If you’re sitting across the room from each other, he would toss you one of his signature toothy grins, resulting in both of you collapsing in laughter. Everything with him would mean something in its own special way. He would buy you gifts that had meaning or were part of a pervious inside joke the two of you made together. With his speciality being persuasion, you always wonder how the two of you can get reservations to normally packed restaurants at rush hour, but with a smile, your concerns are washed away. Chen never means to manipulate the ones he loves, but his biggest fear is that he’s done that with you.

    Xiumin:

    Being with Xiumin means you spend 99% of your time together with your body pinned against a wall. With his sharp wit and humor, he portrays the act of sweet, until he gets you alone. When he’s about to leave, he’s notorious for building up enough sexual tension to cut it with a knife. He gets closer and closer to you, and just as his lips brush yours, he’s gone with a cute excuse, leaving you still holding your breath. Xiumin thinks you are the most beautiful person on the planet. Every time you try a new outfit on, he showers you in endless compliments and proudly struts with your hand in his. He flirts with you so subtly, that sometimes you have to sit on it for hours to realize that’s what it was.

    Lay:

    The fact that Lay has done horrific things to people weighs on him everyday of his life. It’s not uncommon for Lay to come in after a stressful day on the job and simply pull you into a hug, needing you to be there for him. The two of you spend long hours in the morning, his hand tangled in your hair, your legs intertwined. This normally leads to a cute breakfast downstairs with Lay giving you back hugs as you flip food on the stove. You often get lost watching him, the enchanting way he moves about your life in such a graceful manner. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, you feel like everything in the world is going to be ok. Even though he often uses to to calm him down, he’s always there for you when you need him too.

    Kai:

    Kai doesn’t say much- not because he’s hiding what he wants to say, simply because he prefers not to speak. The silence that stays between you two is comforting, and brings an unspoken safety to the air. Nothing made you happier than when he laughed, though, and you often tried everything to pry it out of him. The two of you spend hours binging stand up comedies, curled up in blankets on the couch. Every time he laughs, you watch him, a blooming feeling of warmth spreading through your cheeks. Kai really became quiet after he began working for the mafia. When he first started, he was taught it was better to keep your mouth shut rather than getting your words beaten out of you, but you’re slowly beginning to bring him out of that shell.

    Baekhyun:

    Baekhyun is an adult child, but in the cutest way possible. He makes dad jokes whenever possible and laughs at them, thinking they’re the funniest thing he’s ever heard. You can’t help but join in with him, his infectious laugh sending a smile directly to your face. Anytime he hears a fun song playing in public he’ll stop everything to dance to it, grabbing your hand and swinging you around with him to the music. He’ll end the dance by dipping you low to the ground, pressing a small kiss on the tip of your nose. The two of you get into long playful arguments about nothing, including discussing what the best dad joke there is. He’ll complete deals without you even noticing, slipping a baggie into someone’s pocket as you’re walking down the street together.

    Tao:

    A towering whirlwind of a person, Tao would be quite an emotional boyfriend. After doing a few deals with Baekhyun, they would get into an argument which would result in him coming home upset. After prodding him about it, he would finally rant to you, talking about how his “coworker” was being annoying. You would simply smile and lean against him, playing with his hands as he spoke. When he finishes, he’d pull you in for a hug and kiss, thanking you for putting up with him. In the nights as you lay awake beside of him, you often watch his chest rise and fall in a steady motion, his face displaying nothing but peace as he sleeps. You think he’s absolutely wonderful, no matter how many mood swings he has during the day.  

    ~ Admin C