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Sparks Chapter 15

Originally posted by yunotheidiot

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 2.3K

Summary: Tower Christmas Party ft. all the avengers team members. Bucky gets you for Secret Santa and has trouble deciding what to give you.

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 50,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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anonymous asked:

Hc for pastel omega kookie and bad biker wearing leather jacket jimin? I love u! <3<3

+ Omega loves color, it’s part of their DNA Jungkook swears as he looks at his colorful wardrobe.

+ Pinks, red, yellow, greens, purples, and any bright color in the world is in his closet.

+ Jungkook hums happily as he wears red shorts with a white and red striped shirt with his bright red high tops. Jungkook wears a red rose flower crown as he looks himself over with a smile.

+ Jungkook phone chimes and he looks down to see a text message.

+ My Alpha 💋💋💋: Here.

+ Jungkook squeaks as he grabs his yellow floral backpack and runs out of the house.

+ Jimin is leaning against his motorcycle dressed in red leather pants and a black leather jacket, hair style to show off his forehead.

+ “Alpha!” Jungkook calls sweetly as he runs to Jimin. Jimin smiles as he stand up to embrace his Omega.

+ “you look lovely baby.” Jimin says kissing Jungkook before reaching back for a neon pink helmet decorated in flowers and holds it out to Jungkook to wear.

+ Jungkook giggles before kissing Jimin and they hop on the motorcycle and drive off.

+ Jungkook hugs Jimin’s back as his giggles in happiness.


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Up All Night


“Let’s stay up all night.”

“Why would we want to do that, Snow?”

“It’ll be fun.”


They transformed Baz’s room into a fort of blankets and pillows, at its center they were nestled three feet apart, eyes glued to the television screen.

“I know who the Winter Soldier is,” Simon mumbled before stuffing a handful of buttery popcorn into his mouth. “It’s kind of obvious that it's–”

Baz cut him off with a carefully aimed pillow that smacked Simon square in the face and effectively shut him up.

“Crowley, not all of us have the gift of divination.” Baz raised another pillow threateningly when Simon’s mouth opened again (but he promptly shut it at the dangerous glint in Baz’s eyes).

“You’re as big of a nerd as I am,” Simon grumbled, picking up the pillow Baz had hit him with and tucking it behind his head. “Can we watch Thor next?”


They didn’t watch Thor.


Baz had crept down into the kitchen to make tea, and nearly ten minutes later, he returned with two steaming mugs.

“Here,” he yawned, handing Simon a drink. “We didn’t have any scones.”

“Then why am I here?” Simon took a sip of tea and winced.

“For my charming good looks, obviously.” Baz rolled his eyes.

Simon was dressed in red flannel pants and a tee shirt (both belonging to Baz). They hung loosely off of Simon’s thin frame, exposing the jut of his hipbones as he clambered back into his tangled nest of blankets on the floor.

Baz nearly choked on his tea.


“You just passed go.”

“I know what I did, Baz.”

“Then collect your damn money! It’s only two hundred, Snow. Don’t think I’ve not noticed that you–PUT THAT BACK.

“It’s a game.”

“It’s a war.”


“I’m bloody tired.”

“Hi bloody tired, I’m Simon.”

“Go to hell.”


The room was pitch black, save for a lantern Baz had dug out of the closet he had placed between him and Simon. His eyes swept over Simon’s face, down the length of his body before fixing on the gentle swoop of his jaw.

Simon, on the other hand, was staring up at the ceiling with a blank expression.

Baz drew his eyelids shut and leaned back on the floor, mimicking Simon’s position. “Are we going to sleep?”

“No,” Simon replied flatly.

“Did I do something to upset you?” Baz propped himself up onto his elbow. Simon’s prior nonchalance and vigor had melted away.

“No.” Simon slowly pushed himself into a sitting position and raked a hand through his golden curls. “I’m just confused.”

Baz’s eyebrows scrunched together. “About?”


Baz pressed his lips into a firm line. You’re the one that’s being confusing, Snow, he thought wearily. “The hell did I do?”

Simon shook his head lightly. Baz was his best friend, he couldn’t tell him how he deliberately left his pajamas at home just so he could wear some of Baz’s. Simon couldn’t look him in the eye and tell Baz that he kept him up all night with fantasies of lazy kisses and lovely whispers. “Nothing. It’s just–” He sucked in a lungful of air and forced himself to meet Baz’s gaze. “I think I like you.”

Baz shoved down the giddy shock rising from the pit of his stomach and forced his face into a neutral expression. How long have I wanted to hear that? “Of course you like me, you dolt, why else would you be at my house?” He knew what Simon meant, but he wanted to hear the word leave his mouth.

“No.” Even in the dim lantern light, Baz could see the red rising to Simon’s cheeks. “I think I have a crush on you, Baz.” He soldiered on, still holding Baz’s eyes. “At first I didn’t realize what it meant, because I’ve never felt this way about a boy and…Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because, you idiot, I’m happy this isn’t one sided.”

“You mean–” Simon stumbled.

“Yes I mean.”

Neither of them could wipe the grins off their faces.


“Simon, I think I’m going to fall asleep.”

“You can’t. Do you want me to turn the lights on?”

The lantern’s batteries had died, and no one made a move to fix the lack of lighting, so they filled the darkness with conversation of mundane things. School work, movies, relationships.

“Don’t.” Baz rubbed at his eyes. “Did you and Agatha ever kiss?”

“We only dated for a month until she realized relationships weren’t her thing.” Simon sighed, he honestly didn’t care. Relationships with Agatha Wellbelove hadn’t been his thing. “Never got that far.” Simon yawned. “I didn’t mind.”

“You’re tired.”

“Am not.”

“I’ve never kissed anyone either.” Baz’s heart hammered against his rib cage. Just a few hours ago, a kiss from Simon Snow (although definitely not the last thing on his mind) seemed like a selfish desire, but Simon had a crush on him and was only an arm’s length away. It was a possibility, something that could be tangible. “Simon.”


“They say the best way to stay awake is kissing someone.”

“Wow. You didn’t even try to be smooth with that one.”

“I guess you don’t want to see if it’s true.”

“I never said I didn’t want to.”

And then they were feeling for each other in the dark until their fingers brushed. Baz’s lips landed on what he was pretty sure was Simon’s nose.

He snorted. “We’re bad at this.” Baz’s fingers ran up Simon’s arm until finding the curve of his neck and traveling along his jaw before resting on his lips. “Now sit still and let me kiss you,” he murmured, slowly drawing his fingers away from Simon’s mouth and replacing them with his lips.

Baz felt like someone had lit a match in his stomach and burned him away from the inside out. He was kissing Simon Snow. Their jaws moved in unison, bumping and scraping and pushing. It was like clockwork.

They kissed until they couldn’t tell which way was up.


They fell asleep on the floor, Simon’s face buried in the crook of Baz’s neck, arms wrapped tightly around each other’s waists, tangled in blankets.

Completely draped in each other.

You Can Borrow My Clothes

A/N: I`M BACK BITCHES! I know I have been off the face of the Earth but I`ve been with Peter Quill trying out some new moves…

Anon Request: DUDE, LIKE SERIOUSLY YOUR BLOG IS AMAZING!! I have a request so I hope that you’ll take interest in writing about the reader being saved from the Guardians of the Galaxy but she doesn’t have any clothes because they’re all messed up and she can’t fit in Gamora’s because she’s curvy in all the right places so she has to wear Peter’s clothes and the reader is all flustered and everyone is kind of appreciating how she looks and you can make up the rest.

A/N: Awww thanks babe! I am so happy to be back and for this to be my first request. I hope you enjoy it and I`m sorry I have been a ghost writer.

Warning: Swearing of the usual kind

Originally posted by theavengers

“Yo Rocket!” Peter yelled at the snarling raccoon.

“Quill, can`t you see I`m busy here?” he shouted while shooting a massive green  motherfucker.

“Can you not see that this is fucking ridiculous?” Quill shouted back as he dodged a hit.

The Guardians were fighting another group of bad guys to save the galaxy, this time they were actually winning without the aid of a miracle.

“We need to get out of here before this planet blows up” Gamora ordered, backing up to the Milano.

“Roger that” Peter agreed.

“I am Groot” came out and Rocket picked the baby off his shoulder.

“Where?” Rocket asked.

A tiny branch pointed to some wreckage from the battle.

“Holy shit” Rocket exclaimed when he pulled away a burnt out door.

“Please don`t” you chocked out from the ground, inhaling smoke as you spoke.

“I ain`t gonna hurt you lady, get up and come with me” he held his paw out.

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More great video from the Chanel Paris Fall Winter 92/93 runway show featuring great leather fashion and the likes of Claudia Schiffer, Linda Evangelista, Helena Christensen, Naomi Campbell and on and on and on.  Thank you for such a great version which is so much better than my original of 10 years ago.  Helena Christensen is absolutely STUNNING in her 1st outfit - SWOON!

In which Foggy Nelson has been miniaturized and therefore gets to hang out in Matt’s pocket. This was inspired by a reblog of @foggywithachance‘s.

Bonus chibi Foggy sketch:

Image descriptions below cut! (They’re kinda long.)

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