same damn clothes as the day before

Identity Theft

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Request: “63 and 67 separately jughead x reader please if its too much then could you just do 67 thank you”

#67 “Are you getting jealous?” - “You’re changing your outfit, now!”

Warnings: I think there’s more than one curse in this one? Also allusions to sex but no actual sex because I’m innocent

A/N: I didn’t want this to get sexual like it did but OOPS I guess I’m just really thirsty lately

Tag list: @1amluke, @betty-coopers-number-one-stan, @keepcalmandflywithtoothless, @lostinpercyseyes, @captainsuperfangirl

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red lips and rosy cheeks (isaac lahey AU)

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Summary: “Good girl. Now bend over Daddy’s lap.” (lawyer AU)

Pairing: Isaac x OC

Rating: you won’t find god here

A/N: This is for the magnificent @isaaclaheysmate. You’re the best, A. :)

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I’ve submitted before (rather recently) but idk I’m feeling kinda crummy so I figured I’d submit again.

I had to buy new shorts the other day because all my other pairs won’t button over my thighs/waist/stomach/what have you and it’s kind of upsetting but at the same time I know that my body fluctuates and that it’s normal. I know that weight is not constant.

I just wish clothes weren’t so damn expensive.

Sam (He/Him) 22


sleep deprived, living off pizza, messy hair, zero makeup, and wearing the same clothes that i slept in to class and wore the day before? i guess i’m experiencing all the symptoms of being a college student. but the instant remedy of a snapchat filter will cover all that up lmao

tagged by the queen herself: @dreamscript
i tag these flawless babes: @zephyoongist ; @syubits ; @annyeongs ; @1rapmon ; @jheartseok ; @gukstudio ; @triptaech ; @an-exotic-writer

Mushroom Soup

Summary: Hunter wants to spend time with his girlfriend and best friend, so he decides to make dinner. Takes place in-between seasons 2 and 3.

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Hunter sat next to Bobbi in the lab, watching as she worked. He could see Fitz out of the corner of his eye. The man was scowling at a computer screen and muttering to himself. Hunter noticed that Fitz was wearing the same clothes he’d been in yesterday and the day before. “Fitz isn’t doing well,” he muttered to Bobbi.

“He’s obsessing over that damn rock,” she murmured back. “The only time he stops is when Coulson orders him to work on an assignment.” She closed out of the computer program she’d been working on and stretched her arms above her head. “I’m done for the day,” she announced. “If I stare at that screen any longer, my brain’s going to turn to mush.”

Hunter pressed a brief kiss to her lips. “Go do your leg exercises,” he told her. “I’ll get the soup started.”

“Mushroom soup?” Bobbi asked, looking hopefully at him.

He nodded. “Yep.” She kissed him again, a bit more forcefully this time, and limped out of the lab. Hunter went over to Fitz and put a hand on his shoulder before immediately removing it after the man flinched and pulled away. “Mate, I need your help with something.”

“Can it wait?” Fitz asked. “I’m right in the middle of something.”

Hunter looked at the screen, and saw an encyclopedia page about Yucatán. Fitz was working on the rock, not a SHIELD mission. “No, I need your help now.”

Fitz sighed, but closed out of the program. “Fine,” he muttered.

“Great! Thanks, mate!” Hunter led Fitz into the kitchen. “Get out a big pot and fill it about three-fourths with water and then set it to boil,” he ordered while he went to dig through the pantry for the porcini mushrooms he’d stashed in the back a while ago.

“What are you doing?” Fitz asked, not moving, arms crossed.

“Making soup,” Hunter answered. He found his mushrooms and held them up. “Mushroom soup! It’s my specialty. The secret is dried porcinis. Are you going to boil the water for me or not?”

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“Damn professional” - h.s. Part 1

Surprise I’m back.



It started out simple enough. Neighbors usually become friends. And considering Harry has a nasty habit of bringing women back to his apartment, only to skip out on them the very next morning before they wake up, Y/N’s apartment across the hall was his best bet.

He’d been kind of skeptic moving into the swank London apartment building, especially knowing that someone lived just across the hall from him. But having a house at this age, especially when he had no one to share it with, just seemed ridiculous. And so he decided on a lavish apartment instead. His agent had told him that the girl the hall was hardly ever around anyway, and that had sold him. 

But lucky for him, she was always there in the morning - just when he needed her. 

It was at the point where Harry just had a key to Y/N’s flat now. Not that she minded much either. What would one of the wealthiest men in the world want with any of her trinkets anyway? She highly doubted he would steal anything, except her food which he seemed to take quite often. 

It was rather early on a Sunday when Harry quickly slinked into Y/N’s warm and bright apartment, brimming with sunshine from the wall of windows overlooking the London landscape. His sudden entrance alerted her gaze from behind the kitchen bar, a magazine spread out before her as her hands warmed on a mug of warm chai. 

“Morning,” she said, a small smirk adorning her face as she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. 

Harry closed his eyes, running a hand over his face as he leaned against her door. His face tired, his short hair a mess, and his pajama pants hanging low on his hips. 

“G’mornin,” he mumbled, standing up fully and stalking over to the kitchen where he opened Y/N’s fridge to grab the milk, reaching above on the top cabinet to grab the Cheerio’s box marked “H” in a big black Sharpie mark. 

“Rough night?” Y/N asked, handing Harry a spoon as he sat down at a stool across from where she was standing, flipping through the magazine.

“It was good … I think.”

“What’s her name this time?”

“I believe it was Elizabeth,” Harry yawned and struggling to open the new cereal box without spilling cereal everywhere. “At least that’s what I wrote on the note asking she please leave before my cleaning lady gets in.”

“Oh, did you get a cleaning lady?” Y/N looked up, taking another sip from her mug.

“No,” Harry shook his head, “But I just wrote that my cleaning lady needs everyone gone by ten so she can do a deep clean. That sounds like a reasonable excuse to get her out, right?”

Y/N raised her arm to look at her watch. “Yeah. That gives her another good two hours.”

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Back home

I’m finally home… And I feel so damn blessed, things happened in a way I could never imagine.
I remember myself a few years back struggling about going out with my friends because of money, eating the same thing everyday, hearing
my friends talking about their fancy trips, their new clothes, the new phone they got and I can’t lie damn yes I felt so jealous that they could do all of that.

Studying in a private school didn’t helped I end up comparing my life with my friends… Even that I had an scholarship sometimes I had to beg for extra time to pay tuition. But it was nothing compared to when we couldn’t pay my mums hospitalization.

I’ve cried because of money many times before and I always promised that one day I was going to be able to don’t care about prices when buying simple things as food, go out without worrying that it will be the only day that I could. I promised myself I was going to travel and see the world, that I was not going to cry for money anymore.

I didn’t knew when but I could never had imagine that it would happen so soon. This trip was wonderful in many ways, I got along really well with this Arab babe, I don’t know if I’ll see him again but I’m so happy I met him, he treated me like a princess, as he promised it was like my birthday every day.
When we were saying goodbye at the airport it were as if he was my boyfriend from a really long time. This was by far the best of my pot dates.

Sugar life has changed my life… Sometimes it’s been difficult to maintain a balance between my sugar life and vanilla and sometimes it can be mentally draining and lonely…But I can’t lie it has brought me so many things that I couldn’t had achieved before so fast… Money definitely changes your life.

overwatch-more-like-overcrotch  asked:

I just 3walized how gay I am and I need some Tracer and D.Va headcanons with a female s/o

GAY YOU SAY??? Request away ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 


  • Loves how soft her s/o’s body is, how silky their hair is, how nice they always smell–everything about them, okay? She could preach for hours
  • Comes up with all sorts of cutesy nicknames for them like honey bunny, little lady, lady love, etc.
  • Tried to carry them once–never again (long legs got nothing on a strong back)
  • Likes to treat them with spa days since they can both go into the womens areas and… do things
  • If they’re anywhere near the same size she’ll steal their clothes (who am I kidding, she’s a twig, she can rock a bigger size and look damn cute)
  • Loves to make jokes about how neither of them ever has to worry about getting pregnant, and how awesome it is

D. Va

  • Loves to show her off to her fans, and will chew out anyone who goes too far in their compliments (”She’s MY girlfriend, back off before I one hit KO you, noob”)
  • When they’re together they the fucking cutest, most sweet, SICKENING thing, oh god, too adorable send help, abort
  • Loves to lay on top of them and kiss them all over their face
  • They take all the selfies together, and Hana blasts them all over social media proclaiming her girlfriend a goddess among women
  • Helps her girlfriend relax by playing with her hair, painting her nails, massaging her shoulders, basically just spoiling her rotten and doting on her
  • Will only ever share her secret snack hoard with her girlfriend, it’s an honor hard earned
Lakeside Lovin’ [FULL]

Genre: its fluff/smut (day two doe lmao)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: swearing and smut cus i dont play by the rules

Summary: Dan and Phil have to pretend to be dating for 5 days while at Dan’s parents lake house family reuinion. But things get nawdee (wink, wink madafucka)

Day One

Dan got up early that morning to ensure that he was awake before Phil. He needed time to butter Phil up into going with him to his parents annual lake house event.

After coming alone for six years he had to prove his family wrong about him being destined to be grumpy and alone for the rest of his life.

So that brings Dan to where he is now; cooking up French toast for his best friend who’d maybe pretend to be his boyfriend. Even though it got a little burnt he knew Phil wouldn’t really mind.

On cue, a mumbling Phil dragged himself into the kitchen.

“Morning?” He was confused by Dan being up before 9 and how he’d prepared a suitable breakfast.

“Oh! Didn’t see you there Phil!” Dan lied. “Would you like some French toast?”

“Why’d you make French toast at 8:30 in the morning?” Phil squinted his eyes, partially because he was suspicious and also because he’d forgotten his glasses in his bedroom.

“No reason. Just thought I’d make my best friend a nice meal.” Dan turned back to the stack of food. “Did I mention that you’re my bestest friend, by the way?”

Phil had begun to pick up a plate and stopped mid-reach. “What do you want this time? Do you want me to buy you a new game? Get some guy’s number for you?” He rolled his eyes. “Because, Dan, you really don’t have to suck up to me if you need some small favor.”

“Well…” Dan helped Phil with the plate and loaded it up with 2 slices of French toast. “It’s more than just a small favor.”

“Dan,” he sighed.


“Dan I’m not playing around!”

“Fine, I need you to come with me to my parent’s…gathering,” he rushed out.

“That’s it?” Phil laughed.

“And it’s five days long at my parents lake house,” Dan avoided his eye contact.

“Are you joking?” Phil had taken a few bits of the food but the syrupy bliss was long forgotten. “Five -bloody- days?!”

“One more thing,” Dan rubbed the back of his neck. “We leave this afternoon and I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend.”


Phil hugged Dan’s mom, smiling from ear to ear. How did he get to this point? Dan would have to pay a flat fee of €200 and for every kiss would cost him another five pounds.  So Dan was keeping the lovey-dovey stuff to a minimum.

“It’s great to see you again Mr. and Mrs. Howell,” he plastered a fake smile to his face.

“Oh please, one day you’re going to be our son-in-law so call us Mum and Dad,” Mrs. Howell gave him a large bear hug.

“Okay, mum,” Phil cast a long look at Dan.

“Enough of that, Phil let me show you to our room,” Dan led Phil away by gripping his hand tightly to the point of basically dragging him away.  

The cabin was very large, after all it had to fit Dan’s grandparents (3), several aunts and uncles (4), his parents, and Austin (Dan’s brother).

Their room was on the second story and it only shared an adjacent wall with Austin.

“Hope you lovebirds don’t have too much fun in that room,” he snickered which prompted a kick in the shin from Dan.

Phil rolled his eyes, “Trust me, we won’t.”

“Ooh trouble in paradise?” Another swift kick.

“We’ll be leaving now,” Dan escorted Phil into their room where he locked the door.  

“This is stupid,” Phil said. “I feel stupid. How can I look your mother in the eyes when she thinks in two years we’ll be walking down the aisle together?”

“Please Phil, it’s only 4 more days after this, okay? You said you were my best friend…” Phil couldn’t resist the look he gave him. He’d do anything for Dan, he loved him after all.

Dan and Phil had a two hour long argument deciding who reserved the right to sleep on the bed. After the long screaming match, it resulted in Phil claiming ownership. After all he was the one forced to be there in the first place.

At some time during the night, Dan awoke with a groan. The floor + his tall stature would never work. Phil had been kind enough to give him two pillows but it wasn’t sufficient.

“Can’t sleep?” A small voice rang out in the darkness.

“Nope,” Dan rubbed his eyes. In the dim lighting he could make out Phil, shirtless, laying up in the bed.

“Do you, uh, wanna - you know,” Phil stuttered. “Get in the bed with me?”

His voice raised nervously at the end which Dan found to be irresistibly adorable.

“Ugh thank you,” Dan quickly undressed until he was in nothing but his boxers.

“What are you doing?” Phil squeaked.

“This is how I normally sleep, I just didn’t want to be on the floor like this,” he shrugged like it was a casual thing.

Two near-naked platonic friends sharing a bed was normal…right?

Day Two

When Phil woke up he immediately knew something was not right. Dan had rolled over some time in the night and now had his arms wrapped around Phil’s waist protectively. Not to mention Phil had one of his seemingly bi-weekly morning boners.

Normally he’d slink off to the bathroom to have a good wank but Phil couldn’t remove himself from Dan’s deathly grip.

“Dan,” Phil shook him slightly which immediately woke Dan from his dreamless sleep. It took him a good minute to register that he was pressed up against Phil.

“Oh my God, I-I’m so sorry,” he spoke a mile a minute and was visibly embarrassed.  

Cue another minute before he noticed his best friend’s dick was visibly hard. Phil tried everything from thinking of moldy grapes to Dan’s grandma and yet this boner was persistent on not going away anytime soon.

“I’m just going to go to the bathroom,” he also had a deep blush on his face similar to Dan’s.

“No!” Dan damn near shouted. “I mean, no I could take care of it if you want…”

Phil turned back to look at Dan and his face seemed genuine. All he could do was simply nod and Dan got to work.  

He slowly removed Phil’s joggers, leaving him now completely exposed. He’d forgotten how Phil didn’t sleep with boxers underneath.

Phil’s cock now was lying stiff on his belly and the tip was already leaking precum. Wordlessly Dan took Phil into his mouth, going down a few inches before reemerging for air. Phil was larger than he’d previously thought. The next time he deep throated him, taking him all the way down until the tip touched his throat. Phil weaved a hand through Dan’s brown locks and held his hands down for as long as possible. His face (and Phil’s dick) were covered in both saliva and precum. After getting a few seconds of air and lazily stroking Phil’s dick, Dan went back to work with his mouth. He licked the underside of Phil’s cock, swirling his tongue at the tip and flicking over it just to see Phil unravel a bit. Once he took Phil back into his mouth he felt him start bucking up until Phil was full on mouth fucking him. The entire time he bucked into the younger man’s mouth, they kept eye contact. Dan didn’t want to miss the moment Phil’s eyes rolled to the back of his head in pure ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Phil started slowly slowing down a bit, signaling to Dan he was about to come. But Dan wanted to be the one to push him over the edge. So he gripped onto Phil’s thighs with both hands and swallowed Phil completely. Sucking and slurping to create the ultimate sensation was enough to throw Phil over the edge. His eyes squeezed shut as Dan pulled his mouth away but not quick enough because some of the cum got into his mouth but most of it ended up landing on Dan’s face in ropey spurts. With one final lick of the tip, Dan drew back but kept an eye on Phil. Phil slowly coming off his high, Dan leaned up and kissed him. It was sloppy and wet but a kiss nonetheless.

That snapped Phil out of it.

“What the fuck!” He scrambled out of the bed, pulling up his joggers as he scrambled around the room looking for his suitcase where he grabbed his soap and clothes and ran out of the room.

It was just like all his other one-night stands. They hastily put on their clothes and walk right out the door, never to be seen or heard from again. Fuck.

Day Three

Somehow Phil did a damn good job at avoiding him although they were on the same lot. He’d slept in Austin’s room the night before and dodged doing any family activity that involved Dan.

But still people would talk so at dinner they had to sit next to each other.

“Phil we have to talk,” Dan said from behind his cornbread.

“About what?” Phil played dumb (which resulted in a kick under the table from Dan). “Fine, after dinner meet me at the lake dock.”

After dinner, Phil helped clear the dishes, walk grandma back up to her room, and did anything that would help prolong the amount of time before he had to confront Dan. But still he eventually ran out of mindless tasks to do and dragged his feet out towards the shore.

“I thought you were going to stand me up…” Dan looked down at his feet as Phil approached the wooden dock.

“I was considering it, to be fair,” Phil shrugged and sat down near him, feet hanging over the edge. “I’m sorry for running away.”

“I’m sorry for giving you a blowjob in the morning and thinking you’d be perfectly fine with it,” he laughed. “I’m also sorry for forcing you to be my boyfriend for five days.”

“It wasn’t too bad,” Phil whispered. “I don’t really mind -ya know- kissing you or holding your hand as we walk around.”

Dan’s breath hitched. Phil feeling well feelings for him? They’d known each other for almost six years and never did he think his internet idol would like him back. He’d kept it internal for so long that he’d  eventually settled with just being friends with Phil.  

In a momentary lapse of judgment (similar to the Morning BJ Extravaganza of 2015) Dan leaned down to kiss Phil square on the lips.

It lasted no more than four seconds and yet Dan had never felt sensation like that. The sloppy kiss he shared with Phil that one morning was nothing like this. Phil wasn’t trying to hastily get away from him this time and it wasn’t all founded on lust.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous,” Dan said to Phil.

“Would you like to go out on a date with me?” Phil splashed his feet in the knee high water. “When we’re back home of course.”


“I’d love to, I’d do anything with you Philip,” That prompted in the flustered black haired man pushing him over the side of the dock.

Before becoming completely submerged under the water, Dan jokingly grabbed Phil’s leg which dragged him into the water as well.

Day Four

“That was…cute,” Austin said the next day at breakfast. The table was occupied by Dan, Phil, Austin, Dan’s parents, and Uncle Tio.

“What?” Dan’s dad glanced up from his plate of eggs & bacon for a moment.

“Dan and Phil’s little lover’s swim in the lake yesterday,” Phil’s face quickly turned a shade of pink and Dan hit his brother under the table.

“Austin,” his mother warned. “Leave them alone, if they want to spice up their relationship then let them!”

“We didn’t have sex in the lake!” Phil shouted suddenly. This grabbed Uncle Tio’s attention immediately.  

“Ah a little bit of gay sex as the sun sets, huh?” He laughed audibly. “Reminds me of your late Uncle Ren growing up. Oh, he could never keep it in his pants.”  Dan’s eyes widened in shock and his dad nodded his head in agreement.

“We did not have sex in the lake,” Phil repeated stressing each word. “We were just swimming.”  

“Yeah, uh, sure.” Austin laughed. “That’s not what it looked like from my window.”

“If we even we’re having sex then why would you watch, perv!” Dan yelled and in the heat of the argument Phil walked out of the kitchen. Dan quickly followed suit but not before giving Austin a nice big punch in the shoulder.

Outside on the front porch, Phil was laughing his ass off.

“I can’t believe he’d think we had sex in the middle of the lake!” Phil laughed again. “At least your grandma wasn’t there to hear that.”

“Yeah but now my parents think we’re so horny that we’d have sex anytime, anywhere,” Dan groaned into his sleeve.

“Who cares what they think? Three days ago they thought you and I were actually dating,” he kissed me on the cheek. “Fuck what they think  we should just go have fun like we’re supposed to!”

“What are you actually trying to say Phil?”

“Tonight…we’re fucking in the lake,” Phil smirked.


To be safe they waited until 1 am to sneak out of their room and down to the lake.

“Oh the water is pretty chilly,” Dan lied. “Maybe we should just go back.”

“Dan tonight’s our last night here and we’ll be warming the water ourselves in a few minutes,” Phil rolled his eyes and started to strip out of his pajama bottoms.

“What if someone sees us?” Dan glanced backwards at the large cabin that almost seemed to loom over them.

“Dan, everyone is asleep,” Phil, now naked, swayed over to Dan to take off his shirt.

Pushing him back into the sand , Phil straddled him in a few seconds. In a fluid motion he yanked Dan’s pajama bottoms and boxers down.

“This is to make up for not returning the favor that morning,” Phil hovered over his already rock hard cock, his breath only making Dan harder.

Before Dan could object, Phil took him into his mouth. He was clearly experienced at this by the way he tilted his head to get a better angle and allow Dan’s cock to go as deep as possible. Sometimes Phil felt that Dan doubted all the sexual conquests he’d had and this was his chance to prove him wrong.  

He continued to blow Dan, right there on the sand, for another ten minutes before pulling off with a satisfying pop.

“Let’s get in the water,” Phil kissed Dan, slowly leading them deeper into the lake.

Despite Dan still feeling a bit apprehensive, he couldn’t leave now; still rock hard.

Turns out Phil’s spit + the water worked as a great substitute for lube. Dan slammed into Phil with such force he had to steady himself by gripping onto the dock. Phil was always one for slow, sensual sex that would leave his head reeling afterwards but this was completely different. This was fucking.

“You’re looser than I thought,” Dan blushed after realizing he’d said it aloud. “But not like super loose.”

Phil wasn’t offended as there was nothing wrong with that. Dan knew of a few of Phil’s one-night stands as he often encountered them in the hallway the morning after.  

“What can I say, I’m a total slut I guess,” they both had a chuckle at that.

Dan plunged deeper into Phil, rocking the water around them. He hit his prostate with such force that Phil’s legs wrapped even tighter around his waist.

“Don’t stop, ” Phil breathed out. “Right there, oh God, right there!” He tried to keep quiet but he was unraveling right there in Dan’s arms. Dan reached down and took Phil’s dick into his hands, lazily stroking it as they both approached their orgasms.

“Let’s get back on the sand, I don’t think I can hold you when I come,” Dan hoisted Phil back up to the soft shoreline sand , still buried deep inside him.

After a couple more pumps Dan found himself on the edge of him climax. Phil swiftly hopped off of him and took him back into his mouth.

“I’m about to-” he couldn’t finish his sentence as he spurted out a stream of his hot cum into Phil’s waiting mouth..  

Unlike every other guy Dan had encountered, Phil  swallowed almost every last drop. Some of the cum trailed down his chin. He gave him a few more strokes to wane him off his high. That’s when Dan noticed that Phil himself had came too, all over the sand.

Phil leaned up and kissed Dan passionately, cum still wet on his lips. “This is so hot, no wait you’re so hot.” Dan almost drunkenly said in between pecks.

“It’s almost 3, we should get back to our room,” they cleaned themselves up with Dan’s shirt which he’d opted out of wearing, and then covered up the patches of sand covered in Phil’s cum. They giggled all the way back up to their room where they fell asleep in a tangled mess of limbs.

Day Five

The next morning at breakfast was casual. Austin cracked jokes, but nothing was brought up about Dan and Phil’s late night escapades.

“This has been the most fun year yet!” Dan’s mum clapped her hands in glee. Phil gave a glance at Dan before slightly nodding his head agreement.

“I’m so glad you joined us this year, Phil,” Dan’s Dad gave him a strong clap on the back which Phil held in his groan of pain.

“It was a pleasure getting to know all of you,” he pushed out of clenched teeth.

“I know you and Dan really enjoyed it,” Dan’s grandmother took a long sip from her scalding hot, honey tea.  

Phil’s face immediately flushed red as he choked on his piece of toast.  

“The lake was beautiful last night, too!” That set Dan off who gasped and dropped his plate in shock.

“Daniel!” His mother said and immediately went to pick up the hazardous glass.

“Oh sorry, uh butterfingers,” he ignored his grandmother’s sly look and walked over to the door.

“It’s a six hour drive back to London so Phil and I should really be going!” Dan pointed to their rental car that was already packed with their luggage.

The air was thick and uncomfortable as they quickly exited the tainted lake house, leaving Dan’s mom yelling about how Dan never wanted to spend time with his family.

“You know we can never come back, right?” Dan laughed.

“Yep,” Phil gulped at the thought, as they drove away from the very lake house that would plague their thoughts for months.


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ShikaTema Week; Day Five: Courage

He always wondered why she wore her hair like that.

He’s never seen any other female wear it like that.

So what could have been running through her mind when she did that to her hair?

Was it someone else who influenced her to style it like that? Nah, more likely, it was she herself who came up with the idea. She seemed to be the type to create the bandwagon, not jump in it.

Except the bandwagon seemed to lack any followers. Not that that didn’t make him happy. It made him glad in fact. It certainly made it easy to identify her from behind.

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I think that (immediately after/during the rescue) bucky felt like he had a second chance with steve to make things right and finally tell him how he felt because they both nearly died and helping someone out of an alley fight is one thing, purposely taking on hydra and steve risking his own life is a big deal.

but then steve mentions peggy halfway through the trek back to base and all the fight in him dies. he can’t wait to get back to base to drown his sorrows in alcohol and he doesn’t even bother with dropping by the medic tent. he stands in the midst of soldiers who finally see what hes saw in steve all along and hes a mixture of pride and pain and there she is looking at steve the way that steve used to look at him - he interrupts their moment and shrugs it off like it’s no big deal. 

then he heads straight for the bar. little bits of his feelings slip out before he can call them back and when steve isn’t looking hes miserable.

none the less he has to give it one last shot by discouraging her (which makes me think he didn’t tell steves dates ‘only the good stuff’). he tries to purposely make her uncomfortable, tries to be the smooth man steve expects him to be but it fails and steve doesn’t even notice him. all at once he realizes how steve must have felt on every double date; watching him with someone else and not being able to do a damn thing about it.

{there’s a missing gap here between the bar and the next (?) day where both of them had to do an interview (Smithsonian footage with Bucky in the same clothes as the rescue part) rest, shower, eat and put on clean clothes before steve met up with the colonel and peggy}

by the next (?) day hes sobered up though hes still a tangled mess inside and forces himself to be strong for steve, swallow his own feelings (which are quite obvious by now) because he wants him to be happy. still he digs into his memories to see if steve has always looked at him in that way and why exactly he always agreed to letting bucky drag him to events etc that he had no interest in. it made sense now but it was too late. he’d lost steve but that didn’t mean he loved him any less or wouldn’t die for him on any given day. and he does. that’s the ultimate “I love you enough to put you above everything even my own life because you’re that important to me and yes you were damn well worth it.”

***correction: the mountain scene comes after they’ve taken down at least 4 hydra bases so its been over a month and bucky still isn’t over steve***

basically it can all be summed up with: this is my choice.

my choice to attempt to leave you happy when I shipped out even though you only wanted me and not them, my choice to die for love, my choice to tamp down my own feelings for your happiness, my choice to follow you even though I’m terrified, my choice to step back when I realize I’ve lost, my choice to keep the memories of you and the time that you loved me like that safe, my choice to love you from the shadows, my choice to tell you (in a drunken exhausted moment) that I loved you first all the way back when, my choice to call the shots for both of us by not telling you I’m so fucking over the moon for you that I can’t imagine life without you in it, my choice to pull you out of that water even as my body ached and you were nothing more than a foggy memory, my choice to disobey orders and fudge a mission on purpose, my reason for finding myself because you think I’m worth saving

and for steve: my choice to follow you into war, to jump out of a plane into enemy territory because I love you that much, my choice to look at you with stars in my eyes and let you really see me, my choice to die because you’re no longer with me, my choice to make every bastard pay for killing you, my choice to go out in a blaze of heroic glory that no one will ever suspect as something more, my choice to love both you and peggy because I’m too much of a damn idealist for my own good, my choice to die on that helicarrier simply because I can’t imagine a life where you don’t know me or love me back, my choice to quietly mourn your death for two years while seeing dangerous missions just to feel alive again, my choice to go to the ends of the earth to find you even if you don’t remember me because I have faith that you will because we’ve made it this far and we’re here together despite the odds and I love you more than you’ll ever know - you’ll always be the same bucky I grew up with and fell head over heels for

(or I could be wrong and tipsy flirty bucky actually did something about it because they did return to the bar for more drinking, after all)

Creepypasta #525: The Cheater

I tried to ignore all of the signs that my husband was cheating on me. He would always “work” late into the night, we would awaken in the middle of the night to mysterious phone calls, and our credit card bill showed he bought an obscenely large number of hotel rooms you know the usual stuff. I tried to ignore it for as long as I could. I didn’t want to believe it but it every night it would nag at the back of my mind until I couldn’t Ignore it anymore.

One night when he came home from ‘work’ at 9 o’clock I ambushed him. As he came through the door I noticed he was wearing different clothes than those he left in that morning. I was sure now that he was cheating. 

“Why so late Tim?” I asked. 

“Oh honey I told you I was going to be late tonight at work and Jeff wants those reports done by Tuesday.” 

I interrupted him, “cut the shit Tim, I know you’re not being honest with me. You’ve been coming home late every day for the past two weeks. Tell me what you’ve really been doing.” 

Tim tried to look insulted but I saw right through his faux response. He is a horrible liar. “Honey, I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about we have been swamped all this week, and Jeff wants those reports in by Tuesday.” he said “I don’t know what to tell you.” 

I stood up, “Tim, you use the same excuse every damn time” I stopped. “Where are your clothes Tim?” I asked just remembering that they were missing. “Why would you change at work” 

Tim visually stumbled around with his thoughts before putting on his best poker-face, and said “Honey, I have no idea what you are talking about.” 

Now I knew for sure that he was cheating. “At least try and come up with a good lie, asshole.” I said and then stormed out of the room. I knew now that I had to do something. I decided that I would follow him home from work the next day and see where he would go. The best case scenario I thought is that I would find out he actually was working and worst case I would at least know what he was doing. Win-win, I thought.

The next day I woke up and went through my normal routine, took a shower, ate breakfast, all the good stuff. I didn’t want him to know anything was up. I took the day off work so I could watch him all day. Right after Tim left for work I got in my car and went to his office building downtown. I sat in the parking lot and then realized that I had nothing to do all day except sit in the car. I began to browse Reddit for a while but then I felt the boredom creep in and decided to drive around a little bit. I mean where was he going to go in the middle of the day? 

As I pulled back into his office’s lot I noticed that his Tahoe was not in the parking spot anymore. “God dammit” I thought “who knows where he is now.” I decided to wait around and about 20 minutes later I saw his car pull in. I wanted to confront him right then and there but I didn’t want to possibly hurt his career so I stayed in the car. At about 5 O’clock he walked out of the building and got in his car. 

“Okay now we will finally see where he goes after work” I thought. I followed him for about ten minutes and he stayed on route for our apartment the entire time. I continued following him until he turned into our apartment complex. “Well shit he came home on time today” I thought “but there is still the question of where he was earlier.”

I waited about 5 minutes and then pulled into the apartment so he wouldn’t be suspicious. As I walked through the door I found Tim waiting for me. 

“Where have you been?” he said with a smirk on his face. 

“Really funny Tim, how about you tell me where you where today?” I said.

“Come on, you know I was at work.” he replied. 

“Okay well then where did you go when you left at 1 today?” I asked him. He seemed genuinely surprised that I asked him that. 

Then he put on a smile. “Were you following me today?” he asked. 

“Yes I was, and I know you weren’t at work all day today.” I responded. 

“Well if you must know-” ‘finally he is admitting something’ I thought. 

“-I was out getting you these” he pulled out a bunch of shopping bags. I was astounded and I realized that I seemed like a huge bitch. I was standing here accusing him of cheating when he went out of his way to buy me new clothes.

“I’m so sorry Honey” I told him,”It just seemed really suspicious at first” 

He smiled at me. “Its okay sweetie I know that I need to be home more. I will do my best to get home as early as I can.”

For that moment I had forgotten everything. The next few days I had been blinded by the power of gifts. Then I started to notice strange things, the clothes he had gotten me didn’t all fit quite right and they had a strange smell to them before I washed them. When I asked him he said that he wasn’t sure what size I was and that he had kept them next to him gym bag while he was at work.

I decided to do one last thing to ease my suspicions. I waited in bed until Tim fell all the way asleep and then I snuck out of the room. I was careful not to make any loud noises and I avoided any creaking stairs. I went to the dining table and picked up his wallet. 

Inside I found all the normal things of a wallet, debit card, drivers license, pictures. When I looked in the last slot I found what I had feared, a motel 6 room card. I quickly grabbed his wallet, went outside and got in my car. When I got to the motel 6 I began to feel really stupid but my curiosity pushed me on. I wasn’t sure what I was going to find. 

I went inside and looked around for his room number. 306 here it is, I thought. I slid the key in the slot and opened the door. 

Immediately I could tell something was not right. The room was a mess and it reeked worse than anything I had ever smelled before. I did a quick search of the room but I didn’t find anything incriminating. The next thing I did was open the bathroom door. 

Immediately as I opened the door I threw up. I threw up about three times before stabilizing myself. I looked into the bathroom and saw six girls, nay corpses sliced and bloodied as if a pack of wild dogs had got at them. I held my breath and went into the room. Besides the visceral bodies and torn limbs I saw nothing else. 

I looked at the sink and saw a few pictures sitting there. I picked them up and screamed at what I saw. 

The pictures were all of the frightened girls, still alive, in the bathroom. 

They were wearing my new clothes.

Credits to: Daeagles24 

I’m a Taurus & my biggest pet peeves are if you touch anything in my room or want to borrow my clothes or ask to have food that I’m eating (which I admit is way nicer than the alternative of grabbing food literally out of my hands, which has happened before. Like were you raised in a barn??) But if I’m in a good mood and I’m not hungry and I like you, I’ll give you some food— unless you’re that person who asks me for food every damn day, because that’s just annoying and you need to get your own.
Hades/Persephone AU, Part 13

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A/N: I am not feeling particularly well today so I thought I would visit this ‘verse to see if I could cheer myself up. 


It didn’t take long to get the fire going. On the surface world or in the gods’ playground, the rules for setting something ablaze remained the same. The fire snapped and popped and cracked viciously in those first few minutes. Oliver watched it carefully, but never for too long, his eyes constantly scanning the surrounding area. It wouldn’t do for his eyes to get too used to the light and miss something obvious. 

“I didn’t think I would miss my mother so soon,” Felicity said abruptly, wrapping her arms around herself. “Or be quite so uncomfortable in the afterlife." 

"Yeah, sorry about that,” Oliver said. 

“It’s not a bad thing,” Felicity said. “Minus the part where we almost got eaten by a griffin. But on the other hand, we saw a griffin, so that was cool." 

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anonymous asked:

Hey do you take prompts? I was thinking Supercat along the lines of: "I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat." thanks xo

Sure thing anon! 

“I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold another fucking shirt and just leave it, I’m going to fucking shove it down your throat.”

There she was again. That hot blonde woman.

Kara eyed her warily as she walked around the store looking closely at items. She tried not to sigh in exasperation.

She’d been coming in every day for the last three weeks, and it was always the same routine: She would strut into the store, in sinfully tight dresses and skirts - barely acknowledging Kara as she politely greeted her -, and she would walk around the store eyeing everything distastefully before leaving without buying anything.

Kara wouldn’t normally mind. In fact, she prided herself in being an exceedingly patient person. But she had to admit even her benevolent patience had a limit, and this woman was close to reaching it.

Every day, for the past three weeks - right before she left - , the woman would take a shirt out of a neatly ordered pile, unfold it, glance at it, and leave it bunched up. For the first week, as soon as the woman left, she would delicately fold the shirt and put it back in its place.

It was all right at first. It was Kara’s job after all, and it wasn’t like other customers didn’t do that. The first week she could understand.

On the second week it started to irk her. She began noticing more about the woman. She wore expensive clothes. Way more expensive than the ones this store sold. She began to suspect the woman came in with some other purpose than making a purchase.

She watched the routine closely. It was always the same one: She would barely glance at her when she came in, and walk straight to the coat rack in the back. She would then work her way to the front, ending at the activewear section. She would never ask for help. Kara had approached during the first week several times, but her attempts at being useful were always dismissed. So she now stood at the back, watching the older woman closely.

That’s when she would pointedly stare at her - a challenge evident in her eyes – before turning back to the clothes. She would then pick a shirt out of a pile, and leave it bunched up. She would then strut out, not giving her a second glance.

If she felt slightly annoyed during that second week, on the third she felt utterly frustrated. The woman kept coming in day after day, doing the same damn thing every time. She glared at her all through the third week.

Her annoyance didn’t seem to bother her. It even seemed to amuse her. Every time their gazes crossed, Kara could see a glimmer of something in those pretty green eyes.

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anonymous asked:

this is v random but am i the only one who has a hard time imagining ksoo without clothes? like when hes naked/fucking someone in fanfics? whenever im reading smut and imagining it hes always dressed. i just cant imagine what his body would look like esp his upper body. maybe bc we've never seen it????

ur not gonna believe this but me too!
i remember telling saya (inactive admin) that exact same thing when we first started the blog. one day i’d go and tell her “OMG!! i was reading a fic and i imagined him naked i’ve never done this before help meeee” or “i just thought of him having pubic hair damn that’s hot” so i’ve been slowly piecing him together cause i don’t usually think of people naked. to me bodies are more tempting with clothes on anyway. naked is just… ok. naked. skin doesn’t generally excite me as much as the shape of a butt or chest/nipples behind stretched fabric or the classic bulge showing under gray sweatpants. unless it’s kyungsoo cause he’s the human i like and i’m always thirsty to take ANYTHING he will give