ride me like you ride your bikes

when you and the squad all ready to go out but none of you can drive so a mom has to

Dennis.

Once upon a time, I was sitting peacefully in design tech(art class but photoshop). Talking with my friend Ava, and generally having a normal day. My table is the only table in the class with an open seat mind you. Remember, the tables are set up on the far end of the room. 10 ft away from the door. Now, let me tell you about Dennis. Dennis is the resident rebel. He rides trashcans around the lunchroom, throws waffles on the roof, rides he bike around during a fire drill, normal things like that. So anyways, im sort of half friends with him. He likes memes. I like memes. We’re cool. So, anyways he snuck into my classroom about 10 minutes into the hour. Notice he isnt in my class. So, by then our teacher Mr. Q MUST have noticed! A kid running into your class 10 mins late? Nope! He didnt. He was to busy lecturing us on “computers and the proper uses” AKA “there is absolutely no cool math you lil shits” So, Dennis sat at my table. Mr. Q, is lecturing on and on. He doenst notice. Most of the class does. We are all holding back laugher when he says Quote: “im a very observant teacher dont try things” I nearly laughed. Dennis looked at me like “can you belive this guy?” 20 Minutes into the hour. Dennis still hasn’t been noticed. He calls us to go to the computers, Mr. Q’s back is turned and Dennis I shit you not FLAWLESSLY snuck out of the classroom. Mr. Q didnt know until the end of the hour when a boy told him.

Originally posted by shaybee2

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When We Collide (Part 6)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

Twenty-something tequila shots, four different kinds of drinks and a bottle of champagne later you would have believed you weren’t able to feel anything. The banging sensation behind you was loud as Luke had smacked your back against the door but you barely felt a single feeling.

His finger was almost furiously tapping against the ring bell to his front door, desperately waiting for Patrick to open up because he hadn’t had time to inform about your arrivals, his lips nippling onto your bruises ones.

Safe to say, Luke was right about his sayings when he said that first kiss wouldn’t be the last of tonight.

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Riding Lesson

Chibs/Reader

One Shot

Warning: SMUT

“Oh baaaaby!!!” You called out to your old man. As you walked to the garage where you found him under a car.

Chibs new exactly what that sound was. You wanted something. He shook his head and pretended to keep working. But he knew what was next.

“Chibby my love!” You said as he mouthed the words at the same time. You were too predictable when you wanted something.

“Aye Lass. What is it baby girl?” He said as he rolled out from under the car and stood up. He began to wipe his hands clean when you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.

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MC Accidentally Hurts Herself

Yoosung
- Yoosung ALWAYS cooks for you
- And you LOVED it!! He was so sweet
- but you wanted to cook for him too!
- You, being a smartie, decided to make one of his faves, Omurice!!
- It’s just an omelette on rice, right? how hard can that be??
- o h l o r d
- the rice took forever and you went through six eggs trying to make the perfect omelette
- F I N A L L Y you get it
- All this needs is a touch of green onion and-
- MOTHER FU-
- Your finger got sliced pretty good, blood dropping onto the cutting board.
- You were cleaning up when you heard the door open
- “Hey sweetheart! I’m ho- MC!!”
- You hadn’t noticed you were crying until your loving boyfriend wiped your tears.
- “OhmygodMCwhathappened??”
- he always spoke quickly when he was nervous
- “I-I cut myself trying to make you Omurice because I know it’s your favorite…”
- Yoosung whined like a puppy, seeing the dish sitting there, still steaming hot.
- “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He grabbed the first aid kit, tenderly wrapping some gauze around the wound and finally planting a healing kiss on it.
- “There! All better!”
- He smiled at you and you made your way to the kitchen, grabbing the now warm meal.
- His eyes lit up and he bounced on his chair.
- “MC this looks so tasty I can’t wait to try it!”
- Yoosung was drooling, grabbing the fork from your hand and digging in, take a bit about as big as his head.
- His eyes rolled back and he moaned, chewing his food slowly, as if to save the flavor.
- “MC, this is the best food I’ve ever had! But…”
- but
- but what???
- “What’s wrong Yoosung?”
- “I want you to take a cooking safety class with me! that way I can eat your food without worrying about your safety…”
- Awe you’re adorable lil puppy
- You gave him a chaste kiss
- “Of course, Yoosungie~”

Zen
- Zen is very athletic
- More than the average person
- So OFC you were intimidated when he asked you to go on a bike ride.
- “Come on babe! Some exercise with my favorite girl in the world?? Don’t make me pass this up.”
- Cue puppy dog eyes
- Oh no
- You are WEAKLESS
- “… Okay, Zenny.” You gave in. Of course you did! You loved this man.
- “Yes babe you’re the best!!” Zen spun you around.
- but ohohoho u had no idea what you got yourself into when he takes you to the trail you were supposed to “”“ride”“”
- more like FALL DOWN THE INCLINE WAS LIKE PERPENDICULAR TO THE GROUND U WERE ON.
- Before you could voice your concern Zen already took off
- Your pride and ego were louder than your sense of judgement so you bolted after him.
- u screamed.
- very much.
- But you actually got down okay!!!
- Now the path was scenic and only a slight downhill incline.
- “Zen look at the pretty birds!!”
- what you didn’t see was the pretty rock that was right in your path.
- The next thing you know u went face first into the gravel road.
- “MC” Zen gripped the breaks so hard and flew off his bike, running up to you.
- “Oh my god MC are you okay?” He lifted your face up and his own went white(r that usual) at the sight of the large gash on your eyebrow, the blood dripping down into your cheek.
- “Ah I’m okay Zen, my head just hurts…” you reached up to pat the pained spot but froze when your fingers met wet and sticky skin
- “Uh oh… is it bad?”
- Zen was still pale, but came to his senses and waved you off
- “Pshh its… fine!! honestly you can’t even tell-”
- “Zen you’re awful and lying.” you giggled nervously.
- bc having a gash on your forehead meant that you were Incapable of Any Task Due to Mass Injury™ he would carry you to the nearest first aid station
- the guy working there jumped when he saw you, asking if you got knifed to the face
- “no sir i just can’t ride a bike.”
- he patched you up as Zen apologized every five seconds.
- “Just kiss it better and I’ll forgive you.”
- Zen smiled, and kissed the bandages on your forehead.
- You two only rode tandem bikes now, with you in the back.

Jaehee
- You hadn’t slept well the night before but duty called at the cafe.
- You opened the cafe for today and you had to be cheerful and bright to start people off with a good morning.
- Jaehee met you there at 4:30 am since the store opened at 5 and you had to set everything up.
- You were pouring your own cup of coffee when your eyes began to drift shut.
- Mmmm. Coffee smells so go-
- HOT!! HOT!! CALIENTE!!!
- You jerked your hand back as you had poured too much, but that just caused the cup to spill more coffee on the effected hand.
- you yelled in pain as you sprinted to the sink, cold water cooling down the now blistering skin.
- “MC!! Is everything-” Jaehee scrambled in until she saw your hand. She yelled, running to find the first aid kit.
- You sat down with her, tears threatening to fall from the throbbing pain in your left hand.
- “It’s okay MC. I’m going to put some cooling cream and wrap this up. You must be more careful in the future…” You sighed out of approval when she placed the cooling cream on, instant relief washing over you.
- “I’m sorry Jaehee, I didn’t sleep well at all last night and I wasn’t focusing.”
- “MC you should have told me, I could’ve easily opened up the shop on my own had I been made aware!” She scolded you lovingly.
- “I’m sorry… I just didn’t want to dissapointed you…”
- oh no MC
- ur sad face is killing Jaehee
- “You could never dissapoint me.” Jaehee smiled, pressing her lips to the now wrapped hand.
- You two decided to close the shop and catch up on lost sleep together.

Jumin
- You were watching TV when the door opened behind you.
- Knowing exactly who the “intruder” was you smiled gleefully, standing up from your spot and turning around.
- Just as you expected, your giraffe of a husband was standing the doorway, his suitcase placed the table and his eyes looking back up to you.
- “Come here, kitten” His arms widened as a relieved smile painted his features.
- “Jumin!!” You bounded towards him, about to jump into his arms when your foot met one of Elizabeth’s toys that she had forgotten there.
- It all happened in slow motion for Jumin as he bounded foreword, just barely catching you before you fell.
- “MC!! Oh my God!”
- You looked up at him with big, teary eyes and a pouty face.
- u had never been so embarrassed in your LIFE
- Jumin felt his heartbreaking into a million pieces bc of how painfully adorable you looked.
- “Hey, it’s okay! I-I’ll have a chat with Elizabeth about leaving her things just anywhere.”
- He stood you up and you immediately winced, lifting your foot off the ground.
- “Ah!” you grimaced, Jumin once again placing his arms around you.
- “My dear, what’s-” He looked down to the foot you lifted, noticing the ankle already starting to swell and turn purple.
- “It’s okay, I just need to rest it and some aleve…” You smiled, wiping your tears.
- “I’m sorry, my love, but I cannot allow such a generalized treatment for someone like you.” He then swooped his arms down to pick you up princess style, being very mindful of your ankle.
- “Jumin! It’s okay, really!” You tried to reason with him, but the remorseful look in his eyes shut you up.
- “I just want your pain to subside as soon as possible, dear.” now it was his turn to give you puppy dog eyes as he sat you both down on the couch.
- oh nO
- U were powerless against it.
- “Ah… okay Jumin.” You smiled, his hand immediately reaching for his phone and calling his doctor, requesting a house visit.
- The doctor came and gave you some tips on how to make it heal faster, how to wrap it, and when to use ice and heat.
- You thanked him profusely as he walked out, Jumin immediately wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.
- You knew this was the “I’m holding you close bc Im protecting u from all evil plz love me.”
- “Thank you Jumin, you always make me feel better. I love you very much.” Your words were muffled in the fabric of his sweatshirt, but he knew exactly what you said, and you pretty much felt the pride beaming off of him.
- “I love you too, princess.” You felt his smile as he kissed the top of your hair.

Seven
- Seven was in one of his “"edgy moods”“ and refused to eat, sleep, or spend any time with you.
- It wasn’t as bad as before, at least, with his dismissals being somewhat polite.
- "Seven? I made dinner… could you please come out and eat?”
- “Sorry, MC, I have a big assignment I’m working on.” His eyes never left the screen as you walked in closer.
- “But I made your favorite! Surely you could take a break for 15 minutes?”
- “I’d love to MC but I really can’t.” You could tell he was starting to get frustrated with you, but you continued, knowing that him being angry at you as better than him slowly rotting from the inside out.
- “O-Okay Seven. Can I at least bring it in here so you can eat?” You walked closer, placing your hand in his shoulder.
- He whipped around in his chair and stood up, towering over you. “What part about "I can’t” don’t you understand? God, sometimes it feels like I say something and it just goes in one ear and out the other with you, I’m sick of it!“
- oh now w h a t was that tone?
- you glared right back up at him, seeing his demeanor begin to crumble as he gulped back.
- "Listen here, Agent 707! I did not BUST MY BUTT! Making YOUR! FAVORITE! DINNER! Just to be shoved aside like the old days!!” You pressed your finger into his chest to accent each word.
- “M-MC I-”
- “I’m just so sick and tired of you treating your body like shit! I just… I just… ARGHH!” You yelled, slamming your fist into the wall next to you, creating a decent sized hole.
- Seven looked at you, both shocked and impressed.
- Until he saw the tears stream down your face, your fist now pulled out of the wall.
- Oh m y
- “Oh shit! MC! Let me see it!” he grabbed your fist, examining the blood pouring down from your knuckles.
-He dragged you to the kitchen, grabbing the first aid kit and wrapping your knuckles up to stop the bleeding.
- “Funny how now you’re willing to spend time with me…” you wiped your tears and looked anywhere but him.
- “MC… I’m sorry I’ve been pushing you away. I don’t mean to I just-”
- “What, Saeyoung? What did I do to deserve this?”
- O H
- You not only used his real name but your last statement sucker punched him in the heart.
- “N-No MC! I swear it’s not you! I’m just stupid!”
- “Well stop being stupid!! Agent 606 needs her Agent 707…”
- Seven’s face lit up with a smile, using the nickname he gave her made his heart melt.
- “I miss you too. Let me make it up to you by spending the next week hacker free, okay?”
- You smiled back.
- “Okay.”

The Audacity of Kim Junmyeon (2)

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Part 6 | Part 7

Description: Kim Junmyeon, your neighbor and ex best friend suddenly begins taking to you after nearly six years of silence. Although he may be talking to you, he’s not the most…decent person now that he’s grown up.

Warnings: vulgar language. Fuckboy-ism. Slight smut. Everyone stays clothed for now.

Word Count: 2,510

Pairing: Kim Junmyeon (Suho) x Reader / Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ (IT’S BACK I’M SORRY FOR MY BABIES THAT HAVE TO WAIT FOR THE ENDING)

Originally posted by eyesmiletrash

Junmyeon didn’t talk to you for a couple days and you were thankful for that. You didn’t want to deal with him. You stared at your ceiling that night and wondered what had gone so wrong in Junmyeon’s life to make him act like this.

Not that you cared. You stopped caring six years ago when he stopped talking to you. Both of him and Chanyeol weren’t present at school that day, and it kind of weirded you out. You and Chanyeol were supposed to be working on your project.

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The Fallen and the Guardian

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader - Steve Rogers x female!Reader (Fallen Angel AU)

Summary: Your life has been pretty normal up until a mysterious, unfamiliar face comes into your life. From that point on, everything tumbles into a downward spiral of love, heartbreak, and destruction.

Warnings: Language - Angst

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: I really like this idea for a fic, so, I’m just gonna see where it takes me. But this will hopefully be a multi-part series, so if you’d like to be tagged, just let me know! Also feel free to leave me some feedback since I haven’t really done an AU fic quite like this one yet. 


Sundays were always one of the busiest days of the week, especially during football season. As a bartender in a small town, most of the folks who filter in through the doors typically stick with their different kinds of beer, which makes your job a lot easier. Tonight’s crowd is a bit more wild than usual since the preferred team had just won the game by a close margin - if the other team had made their field goal, tonight would be a very different story.

Your best friend, Steve, is sitting at the bar and smiles as you slide another cold beer his way. You’ve known Steve since middle school. You were both pretty geeky and didn’t really fit in with anyone else, but when puberty hit, Steve bulked up a lot and you filled out in all the right places, gaining a lot of unwanted attention from various people at school. Steve protected you like you were his sister, and you two were always together. It’s like he was your golden-haired guardian angel.

Helloooo, Earth to Y/N,” Steve’s voice cuts through your thoughts.

“What?” You snap your head up and blink a few times.

“You’ve cleaned that same glass about six times now,” he laughs, motioning with his beer to the cup in your hands. “Pretty sure it’s nice and dry by now.”

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you mumble, reaching up to put the glass back on the shelf above you. The door to your right opened and a small gust of cold, autumn air tumbled in through the door. You look over your shoulder as you start to clean another glass with the rag in your hands. A devilishly handsome man walks up to the bar and takes a seat right next to Steve - the only one left at the bar. He has nearly-shoulder length, brown, wavy hair, a scruffy face, and is wearing dark wash jeans, a black leather jacket, and a black t-shirt.

“A beer, please,” he smiles, taking his time to draw out his words. Even his smile is charming.

“What kind?” You set down the glass and rag, putting your hands on the counter in front of you.

“Bud Light would be fine,” he beams back, obviously chewing gum. You grab his beer and pop it open, then hand it over to him. “Thanks, doll.” He winks at you, prompting you to roll your eyes. You look up to tell Steve something, but he visibly looks uncomfortable, like this guy’s presence offset him.

“I’ll be right back,” he mutters, then pushes away from the bar and walks off somewhere into the crowd.

“What’s your name, darlin’?” The man brings your attention back to him.

“Who wants to know?” You attempt to brush him off, but his icy-blue eyes felt like they were glued to you. Instead of making you uncomfortable, his attention was oddly alluring and captivating.

“Just me,” he shrugs, taking a swig from his bottle without breaking his eye contact.

“And who might you be?” You shelf the glass, grabbing another one from the sink in front of you. “I don’t think I’ve seen you come in before.”

“Just moved here,” he grins again. “Name’s Bucky - Bucky Barnes.”

“Well, welcome to the middle of nowhere, Bucky,” you chuckle lightly. “My name’s Y/N.”

“That’s a pretty name.” Another swig. “It suits you,” his mouth curls into another smooth grin.

“Hey,” Steve finds his way back to the bar just as you feel a light heat start to creep up your face. “I gotta head out, see ya tomorrow?”

“Yeah, see ya. I’ll text you when I’m done.” Steve takes his leave, and Bucky is quiet for a few moments.

“Is he your boyfriend?” His look is serious, almost dark.

“God, no,” you snort. “Just good friends, that’s all.”

“Just good friends,” he repeats, dropping his gaze to the counter and chuckling.

“What’s so funny?” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Nothing. You’re just cute.” He finishes off his beer.

“How about another?” A voice that sounded like his echoes in your mind, but you can’t tell if you’re just imagining it, or if you actually heard it.

“What did you say?”

“Just askin’ for another drink, doll,” he flashes a quick smile. You clear your throat and grab him another bottle.

“Thanks, darlin’.” There’s that voice again. You glare at him and he just winks in response.

“Are you…Did you…,” you can’t form the right words to ask. If you just straight-out ask him if he just spoke to your mind, you’d sound insane, but…you had heard it, hadn’t you?

“What’s wrong, doll? You’re lookin’ a little flustered.” He turns the bottle between his fingers.

“N-Nothing, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Stop that,” you whisper. You didn’t mean to say that out-loud, and the embarrassment sends a new wave of flickering heat up your face.

“Stop what?” He slowly brings the bottle to his lips and tips it back.

“Y/N, you can head home if you’d like,” your coworker, Jared, tells you as he reaches for a glass above you. “I can hold down the fort.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind staying longer,” you wipe off your now-sweaty palms on your apron.

“Yeah, I can handle ‘em,” Jared confidently nods.

“Okay,” you shrug. “If you say so.” You untie the apron and grab your purse and jacket from below the counter. “See ya tomorrow.” You walk around the counter and directly out the door. Your car is only a few spots down from the entrance, and when you try to open the door, it doesn’t move. Even though you should, you usually don’t lock your car. You dig through your purse in search of the keys but come up empty-handed a few minutes later. A deep huff of air shoots from your nose. You look inside the window of your car and see your keys sitting right in the middle of the driver’s seat.

“Great,” you groan, lightly hitting your head on the window.

“Somethin’ wrong, doll?” Bucky’s voice startles you away from your car.

“God dammit, dude, give a girl a warning,” you shriek.

“Car troubles?” He nods towards your currently-useless vehicle.

“I locked my keys in, but I can call my friend for a ride.” You slide your phone out of your pocket and unlock it, then go to Steve’s contact.

“I can give you a ride if you’d like,” Bucky offers quietly.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll be fine.” You call Steve. The line rings a few times and then gets cut off by his voicemail. That’s weird, you think. Steve always answers his phone.

“You sure you don’t need that ride home?” Bucky offers again, nodding back towards a shiny, black Suzuki motorcycle. At this point, you had two options. One: (for some ungodly reason) trusting Bucky, and taking his offer. Two: making the attempt to walk the nearly-a-mile walk home during the late hours of the night in the cold. Dammit.

“Fine, I’ll take the ride. But you have to bring me to my place, nowhere else. It may not look like it, but I promise I could bust your jaw open.” You brush past him, heading towards the bike.

“There’s the attitude I’ve been waitin’ for,” Bucky’s laugh resonates through the parking lot.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He hands you a helmet then ties his hair back into a low bun.

“I knew there was a little kick in you.” He swings a leg over his bike. “Hop on.”

“Are you sure you’re okay to drive? You did have a few beers.” You hesitate for a moment, really starting to regret trusting him with driving you home.

“I had two, and I don’t get drunk, doll.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Just trust me.”

You sigh and swing your leg over, grabbing onto his shoulders to balance yourself.

“I live down the street to the left. 3847.”

“Got it,” he starts the bike and it quietly roars to life. As he starts to drive out of the lot, you unknowingly scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. A delightful warmth radiated from him, and even under his layers of clothes, you could still feel just how toned his muscles were.


You got home just fine and headed in for the night after thanking Bucky and giving him back his helmet. He even convinced you to let him add his number to your contacts, ‘just in case’. You even gave him your number, too.  

When you got inside your apartment, you went straight to your room, ready to collapse in your bed and sleep. You tossed your purse onto your pillow and plopped chest-down on the bed, gently bouncing a few times. Your phone chimes in your purse, and you dig it out in hopes that it was Steve with an explanation as to why he hadn’t answered you in your dire time of need.

Instead, it was just an e-mail notification.

You sigh and roll off the bed to slip into something more comfortable. You opt for a large t-shirt and some boy shorts, then climb into bed, letting yourself drift away into a deep sleep.  


A sharp knock jolts you from your slumber. Rubbing away the hazy sleep from your eyes, you look at your phone for the time. 3:17 a.m. Whatever this is, it better be fucking good.

You groan loudly and throw back your blankets, the cool air of the room delicately kissing your warm skin. More knocking sounds throughout the apartment.

“Coming!” You holler as you walk down the hallway and to your living room. You open the door and find Steve standing with his hands in his pockets. “Steve? It’s like, three in the morning. What are you doing here?”

“Just checkin’ up on you,” he mutters. “Can I come in?”

“Uh, yeah, totally,” you move aside, letting him walk through the doorway. He stands a few feet away from you, watching as you gently close and relock the door. “What’s up?” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Are you okay?” His face is laced with pure worry. “I saw your car was still in the lot. How’d you get home?”

“O-Oh, uh, my dumbass locked my keys in the car,” you chuckle, trying to lighten his mood. “So, I got a ride home from a friend, after someone didn’t answer his phone.”

“What do you mean? I didn’t get any calls,” his brows knit together in confusion.

“I tried calling you, but it just rung a few times and then went to voicemail, so I figured you were just busy. I mean, you left the bar in a hurry, anyway. Are you sure that you’re okay, Stevie? You started acting weird when Bucky -”

I’m acting weird? You’re the one that just disappeared with a stranger!” His voice raises a level as it takes on a slightly accusatory tone.

“Yeah, after you didn’t answer!” You huff. “I’m a big girl, Stevie. If I didn’t feel safe with getting a ride from Bucky, then I wouldn’t have gone.”

“I’ve been looking for you for hours, and you didn’t think to try and call back again? When Jared said you drove off with some guy he had never seen before, I nearly had a heart attack! You can’t just do that to me.”

“Dammit Steve, stop acting like you’re my mother!” You storm passed him and into the kitchen.

“I just worry about you, Y/N, and I really don’t trust that guy. He seems really sketchy,” he adds as he trails you into your kitchen.

“Well I’m obviously alive, aren’t I?” You yank open the fridge, pulling out a bottle of chilled water. “Besides, if you were so worried and spent hours looking for me, why didn’t you think to check here first?”

“Because you drove off with that asshole and -”

“His name is Bucky, and to be honest, he’s been nicer to me than you’ve been for the past eight hours, and I really don’t appreciate you waking me up at three in the morning just to fucking yell at me!”

Steve doesn’t respond for a few moments. He just leans back against the counter, his arms crossed over his chest, staring at the ceiling.

“I just need to protect you, Y/N,” he whispers, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“I don’t need your protection, Stevie. I can handle myself.” You tightly grab the bottle, waiting for his next response. “I’m going back to bed. Goodnight, Steve.” You storm off past him and down the hallway to your room, kicking the door shut behind you. You wait until you hear him open and close your front door to climb back under the covers of your bed, setting the still-unopened bottle of water on your nightstand. You roll over and lay on your back, staring up at the ceiling as sleep now feels impossible since your thoughts were now riled up. You release a deep groan and throw an arm over your eyes.

“Goodnight, doll.”

You bolt up in bed, heart beginning to race as you look around the room for the source of the voice. It sounds like Bucky’s again, but more distant. There’s no way he could be in your apartment, so you settle on it being a combination of your raging thoughts and wild imagination. What the hell is happening to me.


PART TWO


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This is for @sneezequeen whose birthday was last week! Sorry it’s so late, but I hope you like it! I’m writing it in lab as I wait for my shit to be ready, so I couldn’t resist the idea of a scientist AU… I hope that’s okay! The scientist AU no one asked for but the scientist AU we all deserve. Anyway, you wanted  Lance with flu/strep, and with restless leg syndrome to top it off. It’s only gonna hint at RLS though? Because I’m garbage. I love you tho!

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Love Bite

Harry had been gone for weeks. 


And while you knew that would be the case going into the relationship, that didn’t mean it was easy and you certainly never got used to it. Of course it was more manageable the longer you’d been together, especially when you kept busy and stuck to your routine, but whenever it got nearer to his return home…that’s when it was hardest.


Usually about a week before he was due home, you’d send him a few extra texts throughout the day. Just a couple more ‘love you’s. A dab of ‘I miss you’. Sometimes pictures of the neighbor’s cat with its face pressed up against the glass window; ‘Boots thought you’d be home by now’. 


And your goodnight calls–which were more like good mornings for Harry–grew longer as the time apart grew shorter. Just a few more minor details about your day shared. A hint of ‘don’t go’ before hanging up. Occasional tears dried with ‘I’ll be home soon, muppet’. 


The day before he’s due to arrive home has you absolutely jumping out of your skin. It’s utter torture waiting for the morning to crawl by, but it’s comforting knowing that it’s agony for Harry too.


Only 36 more hours, love.


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Why so jealous? |Archie Andrew imagine|

Anonymous said:
Hi can I request a fluffy imagine for kj apa or archie andrews where you become best friends And you try to make them jealous so they finally admit their feelings for you.

Best friends since birth. His father and your mother had basically made you guys the power couple since you were so young! Archie and you always were together. His family was your family and your family was his. It was always the big question: Are you guys together? With the additional questions of: you guys would be cute together. He was always there, for the good times and bad. It seemed like the best reason to like him but yet it wasn’t. You loved him for other reasons, ones that couldn’t always be explained. You always believed that he liked you too but he was too scared to tell you.

You walked down your street and down towards the school quietly when you a bike riding right behind you. Centre meters away he rode behind you. You jumped in fright as he laughed at your reaction. He moved from behind you and started riding beside you. You hit his arm. “Archie! You scared me” You exclaimed as he laughed. You looked up and smiled at the red-headed boy who was riding beside you. “So my dad suggested you come over and you know… catch up with family?” He asked and you smiled. “Arch I’d love to but I came over yesterday so I’ve kinda already done my ‘catching up with family’ business!” You laughed and he did too. “I mean like ‘catching up with the family’ dinner? Like you bring your family!” “Oh! Hahah of course arch! When?” “Tomorrow night 5:00?” “Sounds good!”

Soon enough tomorrow night came and you and your family headed over the Andrews house. Your parents instantly hit it on with Fred, but of course that was normally your family and the Andrews family were super close. Your little sister even thought Archie was her brother! You greeted Archie at the door and just like that he picked up your little sister, embracing her and bringing you too inside the house. Although you and Archie were best friends since birth, when it came to family dinners it was a little bit awkward. Only because the two families were telling very embarrassing stories of you too as kids. But you laughed at the stories and ended having a less awkward time. It was a good night, having your two families together again and getting to ignore the sad and scary world for a night. You hoping that the fact that Fred and your parents both knew you liked eachother wouldn’t come up but of course it did. “So, arch you have A girlfriend?” Your mum asked nosily. “No um I don’t. Why? Have anyone in mind?” He asked laughing. “Indeed I do!” She responded and my face went red. She nudged me and then winked at him. He laughed and you quickly got up and started collecting everyone’s finished dinner plates. “Oh don’t worry about the dishes! I can do that!” Fred exclaimed. “Oh no it’s fine! THANK YOU.” You said hinting that you needed to get out off the sticky situation anyway. As you walked into the kitchen you heard the muffled voices of Archie and your mother. “Don’t worry y/m/n y/n always gonna be the one that fits my heart.” He said smiling. Your heart skipped a beat and your mind started through you all these question you didn’t know the answers to. If he likes you why hasn’t he asked you out? Does HE like you? And if yes why hasn’t he left any hints? At least you were happy your mother had the approval!

You walked down the hall to your next class when Jughead came bedside you. “He told me all about last night.” “Did he now?” You said laughing. “And he is so unlove with you that it’s kind of sickening” he scolds making you laugh again. “Then why won’t he ask me out?” You question. “I’m the worlds biggest woman hater and that’s one of the reasons why!” “What do you mean jug?” “You know you don’t have to wait and make him ask you. There is such thing as you asking him! Gender stereotypes much!” You laugh and answer: “Well the thing is jug I can live without him not being my boyfriend but he doesn’t seem like he can!” You both laugh. “Okay so lets make him ask you out!” “How?” You question wondering what plan Jughead is plotting! “Jealousy you idiot!” “With you? We make him jealous with you pretending to go out with me?” “Uh…not me. No thanks.” “No you’re perfect! It would be the last thing he expected!” Jughead groans as you grab his arm and pull him into the student lounge to plan. “Monday morning and we are into action!”

It came Monday morning and you and Jughead walked in together. “Is this okay?” He said holding your hand. “Jughead just make me laugh and smile and then I’ll do all the other work. Follow my lead.“ He unravelled his hand from yours and started attempting to make you laugh. You could see Archie at the end of the hall and you could tell he could hear your laugh echo towards him. You kinda felt bad. He did look kind of upset…but you had to be strong.

What you didn’t know was that this plan was about to change everything including you and Archie’s great friendship.

A/N: didn’t expect it to be so long also didn’t expect to have a part two but that will be up tomorrow xx

Originally posted by fyeahriverdale

Ride (Pt. 1)

Pairing: Pre Apocalypse!Daryl Dixon x Reader

Words: 938

Genre: angst. pure angst. 

Summary: formerly a drabble/request, now part 1 of a mini series (well, not series, it will probably only have two parts but, we’ll see). from this request and this drabble game. 

Song: “Ride” by Lana Del Rey 

credit to the owner of the gif above

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Fic: Queen of Hearts

Maggie and Alex have been together for a few years and Valentine’s Day has become a special day for them. However, Maggie has to spend the whole day working, far away from Alex. To keep the day special for Alex, Maggie leaves some surprises behind for her with the help of their friends.

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So, I wrote a thing for Valentine’s Day…

(It’s also under the cut but its a bit long so I would use the link)

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Mysterious Hazelnut Pt. IX | REAL CHAPTER

Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista.

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 5.2k

Warnings: Kind of Angst. Language. 

A/N: THIS IS A REAL CHAPTER LOL I’m kinda sorry for fooling y’all on April Fools into thinking that chapter real. This chapter is really long and it’s mostly backstory and introduction of new characters into the history. Really hope you guys like this, if you do, please leave me a comment or message? I love those and motivate me so much. Feedback makes me feel like this is not crap lol Anyway! Enjoy and till the next one! xoxox.

The road back to the place you once called home was just like you remembered it; dark, empty and long. While Dean and Melissa drove in Dean’s SUV, you were holding onto Sam on his Harley. Scott noticed your boyfriend’s good taste for wheels, you saw it in his smug stare as he watched you hop on the bike.

Riding alongside Scott for two days straight, brought memories of the long rides you would take with him. Some of the were just for fun, others would be club business related. It didn’t matter the reasons behind them, riding alongside your brother was something you used to enjoy deeply. The both of you would put aside the club and have fun, it didn’t matter how short it lasted.

The Wolves of California wasn’t just a motorcycle club, it was a lifestyle, it was a family and one that came with a price. To be part of that life you needed to be dedicated and that wasn’t something you wanted to be a part of after Max died. His recent death overshadowed the good memories, after his funeral your eyes opened.

“Welcome to Charming,” you mumbled as the sign became something on Sam’s bike rear mirror.

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anonymous asked:

Heyyy can you rec me some fics with love triangle? Like when jimin is loved by jungkook + another boy? Or when jimin loves jungkook but he loves someone else?

Hi! Here you go, most of the stories are endgame jikook (such as the ones with jimin loving jungkook but jungkook loving someone else) but I’ve also included some polyamory/threesome fics too. I hope this helps!

**JIMIN-CENTERED LOVE TRIANGLE**

Title: Nosebleed Summer
Author: gangbang
Rating: Mature
Genre: Angst, Smut
Summary: jimin, taehyung, and jungkook come together only to fall apart.

Title: Time and Fallen Leaves
Author: Jinsengg
Rating: General Audiences
Genre: Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff
Summary: Jimin met Jeongguk on a rainy day in Busan.

Title: You’ve Got Another Boy to Lose
Author: namwho
Rating: Teen
Genre: Slice of Life
Summary: Jimin falls asleep like that, mouth open, still coughing every now and then. Seokjin picks the glass up from his slack hands and places it on the bedside table before levering himself to his feet to go back to the living room. “What are you doing?” Yoongi asks before he can leave, not looking at him, but at Jimin, dwarfed by the big fluffy sheets that Seokjin prefers. He doesn’t have an answer to that.

**JIMIN → JUNGKOOK → OTHER MEMBER**

Title: Love is 4 Walls
Author: fatal
Rating: General Audiences
Genre: Pining, Angst
Summary: jimin is fickle with love, with lust, with 2am subway ride home i-saw-you, you-saw-me like. (until he’s not.)

Title: Second Best (I Can Learn to Live with This)
Author: linzeigh
Rating: Mature
Genre: Angst, Smut
Summary: Jungkook confesses to Jin, but turns to Jimin when he’s rejected. Jimin lets him.

Title: Training Wheels
Author: jeonify
Rating: General Audiences
Genre: Mutual Pining, Fluff, Angst
Summary: everything starts when jeongguk moves over, and jimin teaches him to ride a bike. everything ends when kim taehyung moves over, and jeongguk abandons his bicycle. “they say that if you watch the sunset on that hill for 31 consecutive days, your unrequited love will be reciprocated.”

Title: Worst Boyfriend
Author: jawlines make-or-break-me
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Summary: Surely there’s a word for pining after your boyfriend’s best friend. Surely.

**POLYAMORY/THREESOME**

Title: Even My Body, Heart, and Soul (I Know that it’s All Yours)
Author: Bangtanbananas
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Fluff, Smut
Summary: When Jimin’s heat hits, he’s lucky to have not one, but TWO future mates to help him through it. or that time jimin got dped by his dongsaengs and loved every second of it.

Title: Kiss It Better
Author: mintsoda
Rating: Explicit
Genre: Smut
Summary: “‘Hyung, can you—, can you help me?’ Jimin whimpers and Yoongi’s mouth runs dry. He can hear Jeongguk’s breath hitch in his throat and feels how the younger alpha’s body tenses. Yoongi glances at him briefly before he returns his gaze to Jimin who is still standing there in his drenched, white tank top, damp pastel pink strands of hair sticking to his forehead, looking so sinful and lost, Yoongi wants to bite his own drooling tongue off.” When Jimin goes into his first heat, Yoongi and Jeongguk are there to help.

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At this point I have no idea what I was trying to accomplish but here is something that I threw together.

He wasn’t happy with the way his eyes looked, but you made him see them differently. Only he wished he could do more for you the way you did more for him. (Angst and slight fluff).


How unfortunate that the man was not happy with the eyes he was born with, the eyes that let him see the world and the beauty that sat in front of him. For almost twenty-two years he has been blessed with eyes that told time, and for most of his life, his time was spent drowning himself in hatred for them. In primary school the kids would tease him, coming up with stupid reasons as to why his eyes were the way they were. From time to time in the back of his mind he would hear a faint; ‘the older he gets the more then go inward!’

Secondary school came around the torture had died along with his confidence, the teasing became minimum and people saw him as he should be. Though there were those few asshole children who would ask him why his eyes looked like that. Soonyoung wanted to forget the world, say goodbye to it, it wasn’t worth being in a world where he didn’t belong.

High school came around and it was like a breath of fresh air. He was drowning all these years and meeting you saved him. You were a foreigner who spoke a decent amount of Korean, while he had trouble trying to at least understand some English—really it was those problems that led you to each other.

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Strangers AUs No One Asked Me For
  • You have got to be the most philosophical drunk I have ever met; do you come to this bar often?
  • I know you don’t know me, and I definitely don’t know you, but you really suck at riding this bike so I’ll teach you how to ride right now to save you future embarrassment
  • I’m hitchhiking with this person I do not know, holy shit balls what if they’re a deranged murderer or something and– wait you like [fave band/singer/etc]? Dude, let’s rock the fuck out with your volume at 100
  • So my friend stood me up, and your friend stood you up, so how about you let me have your extra movie ticket and we’ll go see Jurassic World together?
  • I was completely ignoring you the entire time, but the moment I heard my NOTP’s name slip out your lips, I freakin’ snapped
  • Because I took pity on you, I’m giving you ride home on my (motor)bike and we’re having some pretty deep conversations on some really deep topics… Wanna do this again sometime?
  • Well random stranger, I saw from across the arcade you’ve been kicking major ass on DDR… Allow me to dethrone you.
  • Turns out that car I kicked yesterday was the car that belonged to my new lit teacher and they recognize me. FML
  • I just got a major role in a play and this stranger I see at my bus stop all the time has been helping me practice them… Hey do maybe you wanna go see the play?
  • Why the hell did you take a picture of me?! Wait… You think I’m cute?… *blushing* wanna fight…?!
  • So I’ve been singing some old Disney Classics and you heard through our really thin apartment walls and joined in right when I got to the chorus of Can You Feel The Love Tonight (and holy shit do we make a good duet!)
  • So I see you’re watching the new season of OITNB on your phone… plz let me watch with you
  • It’s the middle of June, who in the living fuck is going around singing Santa Claus Is Coming To Town on loop obnoxiously loud in the middle of the store
  • So my friends dared me to ask a random person out on a date and the person I asked actually said yes wth do I do?!
  • Eww they like fishing? Crap they heard me and now they’re making me go fish with them; why do I open my big mouth at the shittiest of times?
  • For the path month this person at my favorite bookstore has been telling me about their shitty at home life everyday on Saturday at a specific time and they aren’t here today, what do I do?
  • I’ve been having these convos with this person in the class after mine by writing notes to each other on the desk we both share and I wanna meet them now
  • Alternatively, I drew this sweet ass picture on my desk and when I came back to class the next day there was a note written on the desk that said it ‘was not too shabby’ and pointed out the flaws in it. So that kinda became routine as I continue to try and get your approval on one of my pieces and damn it you are hard to please
  • I threw a concert and you’re the only person that showed up… Wanna free T-Shirt and CD? (totally not from Steven Universe *cough*)
  • We don’t speak the same language, but despite that we’ve hung out together the entire summer somehow managing to get by on strange gestures and whatnot and despite the language barrier I really like you, but I get the feeling you’ll be leaving soon and I don’t even know your name
  • You ‘ve been reading my favorite reread at the library, so I’ve been stoking you out waiting for you to finish it and you noticed me
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Gang of bikers AU:

Louis is the leader of a Gang of Bikers driving across country from LA to New-York. Harry is just a regular guy working the bar of “Lucky 78″  in one of the cities Louis happens to drive through with his crew.

Louis wasn’t supposed to stay this long in Vegas. He wasn’t. The guys are becoming restless and creating chaos in their wake every chance they get. And Harry is not pleased to have them around to say the least.

“Why don’t you take your gang of goons elsewhere? You’re making my life a living hell.” Harry asks Louis outside the bar.

“I just like it here, Curly.” Louis answers, putting his cigarette out with the heal of his boot. “It’s cosy. I’m just not ready to leave yet.”

Harry just eyes him then, silent, eyebrows knitted together.

“I saw your bike in the back. Nice ride.” Louis comments conversationnally.

“And now you’re mocking me.”

“I’m not. Just always found it odd how people could just ride a bike alone. It’s so– Lonely.”

Harry laughs, unbelieving.

“It’s just a means of transportation from point A to point B. From my appartment to my workplace that’s it.”

“Ah. A man of little faith. It’s sad.” Louis shrugs

Harry is stunned silent yet again. 

“If you ever change your mind, there’s always a place in my crew for lonely boys in need of an adventure.” Louis taps Harry’s pec. 

And if he swings his hips on his way back in the bar, well, it’s no one else’s business than his own.

This is for my groupchat who puts up with my late night rambling, enjoy! @nottooldforthisship, @miniboyfriendloueh, @sassmestyles, @mllelilhappy, @onecaramelise, @hellnrocksstuff @maybeasalways @myinnersixteen and for my better half @stylinscripts

Baking vs Biking: Are you asking the right questions?

Some questions in witchcraft or tarot can be discussed and taught rather simply. Others, not so much, and can really only be answered through personal growth and discovery.

If you ask me how to create a spell for protection, I can easily rattle off several key components like crystals, herbs, and other materials that you can incorporate, much like one would convey a recipe.

If you ask me how to read tarot, on the other hand, that’s something that I can’t readily tell you, and something you really have to learn for yourself through personal practice and trial and error, much like riding a bike.

Oftentimes, I feel as though those of us who open ourselves up to mentorship or advice get these questions that we just can’t answer. I can tell you how to bake a cake fairly easily; it’s a measurable experience. I cannot, however– no matter how hard I try– tell you how to ride a bike; that’s something you’ve got to learn on your own.

So when you’re asking others for advice or help in your craft, take a moment to consider, “Am I asking about Baking? Or am I asking about Biking?”

You may think someone is being rude or terse when they direct you to outside resources or invite you to do your own research, but at the end of the day, no matter how much I tell you how to ride a bike, you’re not going to actually learn how to ride a bike.

Don’t get me wrong, once you’ve started to ride a bike, I can absolutely teach you tips or tricks on how to do so, but first… You’ve gotta know how to ride a bike.

PSA if you work in food service and someone asks for something dairy free, sugar free, wheat/gluten free, etc PLEASE take them seriously and don’t impose any of your beliefs about those *trends* or however you see them while serving you.

While I may look like a millennial girl who does yoga, rides a bike, and is *too good for gluten*, I am in fact a girl who does (and teaches) yoga, rides a bike, and does in fact have an extreme sensitivity to gluten (eating it makes me really, really sick) and could have celiac disease (to be determined-testing for it isn’t simple and my doctor and I are working together on it).

So if you could please do your best to respect what/how I order, I’d really appreciate it a lot. And my intestines would too.