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a list of things I’ve been doing recently that no one probably cares about, but in case you were wondering where I’ve been the past few days I’ve been:

- cleaning. a lot. my room is spotless and I feel so much better god bless

- binge watching Boruto with my family. Wednesdays are now days where we all gather round and watch new eps of Boruto together.

- trying to teach myself how to play guitar. my fingers are really sore, but I’m doing my best.

- I found this youtube channel and I love it. Eddie has a lot of fingerstyle guitar covers. He has covers of BNHAs OPs one and two

- trying to solve a rubix cube. hopefully I’ll have this done by the end of the summer.

- trying to learn how to draw

- just spending more time with my family in general. 

- I feel like I spend too much time mindlessly scrolling through and refreshing pages so I’ve been trying to limit myself with how much time I spend online. 

- and hey I’ve gone two days without being on here. not that anyone’s noticed but… yeah! I missed you guys and was wondering what’s going on so I thought I’d check in. 

He asks me about you while I’m chewing a celery stalk. I shrug a little. I say I’m happy that you’re happy. My voice doesn’t shake. I sound professional and adult, like I peeled off all the parts of me that cling to you. He asks if I’m over you and I chew until my jaw hurts and I say, yeah, I think so. It doesn’t sound like a lie, even to me. It sounds like someone is shouting those words from the other end of a tunnel, like I’m not living in my throat anymore. He asks if I ever think about you. I say, well it’s hard not to when other people ask questions, ha ha. He doesn’t find that funny. I swim in the silence left over and then I catch the answer at the bottom of the pool like when I was seven and plucking river stones from murk. I say, I don’t unless something reminds me. It sounds diplomatic. Appropriate. I try to calculate the amount a normal person would think about you, dividing how much time we spent together by how much we are spending apart. In the new world, you’re not supposed to love deep, it’s creepy and offensive. People are supposed to fold in and out of your life like leaves; you’re never supposed to love hard enough that you get road rash from falling. Love doesn’t look good on Facebook, I mean. You took plenty of Instagram pictures carefully excluding me. I guess it was so when you went there would be no evidence. Nothing to delete.

He tucks his feet up. He asks how much I’m reminded of you. I blocked you on everything only to unblock you while I was drunk. I scrolled page after page thinking about how much the Internet killed love. Time was that if you were done with someone, you were done for good. The only way you could rip the wound open was by following them across countries. Snail mail doesn’t burn like seeing you happy, dancing with other girls. I’m saying the world was a worse place to be but I wouldn’t think of you as much, maybe. I say to him, ever think about how the 1950’s are super racist and sexist but people still fall for the aesthetic? He asks me what that has to do with the conversation. You would have got it. Some stuff is only pretty until you open it, like how pears go rotten once they touch air. I feel like that a lot, like my core holds onto little black seeds. And he asks me what I’m talking about. I say, oh, nothing.

Energy Work: Introduction to Fields Exercise


I want to start sharing more of my energy practice, here, and felt the best way to start doing that was to post an “introductory primer”. This meditation is designed to familiarize you with energy and its tactile properties. You can get some use out of this exercise regardless of your experience level (I still practice it, today), and it’s a great entry point for someone who’s never even dabbled before. All you’ll need to enjoy it is a comfortable, quiet place where you’re unlikely to be disturbed for roughly 30 minutes.

Tip: Don’t try to follow along with this text as you perform the exercise. Instead, read it in its entirety before you begin. This way, you can avoid the distraction of scrolling or flipping pages during your meditation. That will kill your focus dead.

Step 1:

To begin, sit or stand in a comfortable position. Shake yourself out, paying particular attention to your shoulders and wrists. Do this until you feel loose and relaxed.
Now, take a deep breath in, filling your lungs to the largest capacity possible. Hold the breath for a count to three, then exhale slowly, through your mouth. Concentrate on your breathing for as long as necessary to make it deep, slow and even. As you inhale, focus on the weight in the middle of your chest. Feel all the tension leave your body as you exhale. Draw your focus inwards, and feel your pulse as it travels through your body. Be still, quiet, and whole. Remain here until you are grounded and focused.

Step 2:

When you feel relaxed and grounded, raise your arms so that your elbows are up and away from your body. With your hands open, turn them so that your palms are facing each other in front of you. The palms of your hands should be roughly one foot apart, and one foot away from the core of your body.Feel your focus slowly travel from your chest, to your shoulders, and down through your arms. Sweep it down past your elbows and wrists until you are focusing on the palms of your hands. You may notice a tingling sensation, or a hyper awareness, in your fingers. Push this feeling out until you are focused on the space between your palms. 

The keyword is ‘push’. Feel a pressure building up between your hands; focus until that pressure is a dense weight.

Step 3:

With your attention still on the space between your palms, physically push them together. You should feel a slight resistance, or “bounce”. Bring your hands together and back apart rhythmically, getting a feel for that resistance. Play with the energy you have gathered there, growing it, condensing it, passing it back and forth between your hands. Get a feel for its properties. This is “you” energy. Get to know it. Take as long as you need.

Step 4:

When you are finished, draw your hands back towards the trunk of your body. Press the tension you have built up against your chest and “breathe” it back in until nothing is left externally.

Repeat the earlier breathing exercise — inhale deeply, hold for three seconds, and slowly exhale through your mouth. Focus on your breathing until it is deep and regular. Bring your focus from your hands, back to your chest. Feel the weight there.

Slowly, begin rolling your shoulders. Roll your head on your neck, and shake out your arms, dispersing any tension. Shake your wrists and hands until they are loose and free. Feel yourself slowly wake from the deep relaxation you enjoyed earlier.

When you’re finished, engage in some mundane grounding activity, such as washing up, eating, or drinking. You might enjoy journaling your experiences so that you can reference them later on.

Everyone look at this blessed image before you continue scrolling, please.

High for This

High for This by evansrogerskitten

Dean x Reader x Sam, John x Reader

A witch’s curse hexes the three Winchester men and reader, leading to a night of desire that would change things forever.

Warnings: Explicit, Smut, Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Threesome (NO Wincest), Fingering, Language, Dom!John, discussion of being high, dirty talk, orgasm denial, squirting, spanking, mention of a panic attack, Feels, A lil fluff, lack of protection, canon divergence. To be clear- the characters have all consented to all sexual acts in this story. 

Word Count: 8408 | On AO3 | This is inspired by the song High for This by The Weeknd, and my first song for @mrs-squirrel-chester Album Fanficfion Challenge. 

This fic had a mind of its own but I love it. I hope you do too :)


The Impala rolled into a parking space on the street and Sam killed the engine. I straightened the sleeves of my navy fed suit, and looked over at him.

“You really think she’s going to know anything?” Sam pestered, looking through the window.

“Witnesses said two of the victims had been here to see her for readings.” I responded, climbing out of the car. I patted my jacket pocket to make sure I still had my fake FBI badge. “She does readings on love and relationships.”

Sam rolled his eyes as we walked up the sidewalk to the old house.

“What if she’s really psychic then? She’ll know we’re hunters.” Sam suggested sarcastically as he looked over his shoulder to the street.

“Then we’ll improvise. It’ll be fine, Sam.” I responded, looking around the front porch. A bright Psychic Reader sign lit up the front window.

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L’Uomo Vouge (Smut)

MASTERLIST

A/N: Requested. Hope this is okay. 

Word count: 2,053

“Dude, there’s legit one saying she wants to lick your face while riding you” I laughed, pointing at my computer screen.

Shawn was standing beside the bed shaking his head lightly. He leaned forward, planting both his palms on each side of my body, leaning further down to me.

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Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off (Chap. 8)

Lying Is The Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off -Reader signs up for an online app similar to Omegle, but little does she know that she’s talking to the one and only Sebastian Stan.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Angst. Oral sex (female receiving). Fluff. Sebastian being a sexy beast. Slight secondhand embarrassment. NSFW. 

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A quick follow-up to reassure you that, yes, I am aware that being bad at video games is a Joestar family tradition.  This was another tangent–next time, things get a little more serious. Stay tuned!

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anonymous asked:

If you have time (omg I'm sorry but this prompt in my head forever) It's 3am and they are in a community kitchen in college and one is making brownies.

Percy had just wanted to get a glass of water.

When he enters the communal kitchen, blearily rubbing sleep out of his eyes, he realises what had woken him up in the first place. One of his roommates is standing with her back to him at the countertop, cracking eggs into a large mixing bowl. The kitchen looks devastated. Shared by six people, it never looks pristine, but right now a bomb could have gone off for the state it’s in.

“Um,” he says, still disorientated from the light and noise and explosion aftermath.

She turns and swears quietly. “Sorry, I thought I was being quiet.”

She was not, but Percy won’t begrudge her that. Partially because he’s a little bit in love with her (alright, mostly, but that’s not important right now), partially because he knows he’s woken her up at least half a dozen times since they moved into the dorms three months ago.

“S’alright. Just gettin some water.”

Annabeth smiles. “Alright.”

Percy opens the mug cupboard and after several seconds of staring at its contents and coming to terms with the fact that they don’t own any glasses not made of plastic, he grabs a mug with Walt Whitman’s face on it and fills it with water from the faucet. Instead of taking it back to his room with him, he leans back against the sink and watches Annabeth squint at her phone as she holds it three inches from her face.

“You alright there?” he asks.

She doesn’t look away from her phone. “My glasses are somewhere deep within my bag and I have neither the energy or determination to find them.”

“Okay.”

She looks at him. “Do you want to read this recipe for me or keep delivering these brilliant insights?”

He shrugs. “I feel like I could manage both.”

Annabeth hands her phone over with a roll of her eyes. Percy puts down his glass of water and shoves some of the debris aside so that he can sit on the counter top. Then he takes Annabeth’s phone and reads the title of the page.

“You need to google a recipe for brownies?”

“Alright, Martha Stewart. Just tell me what to do to make this delicious.”

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Past Lives

Originally posted by pleasegiveusreyloinepisodeviii

Request: @waiefu : “ok so reader is going to college away from home and they need a room mate so theyre looking at possible people they see kylo but misread as kylie reader sees they have a lot in common and assuming its a girl picks them anyway they show up at the dorm and see a dude”

Summary: Soulmate AU: Kylo Ren, being the man that he is, loses a lot of things in his life. One of those things being his only shot at ever having love. As centuries pass however, in another galaxy on a planet known as Earth, an unexpected turn of events brings him another possible chance. Though he never could have predicted it would have come around in the way it does.

A/N: Ok so I combined a request with an AU I had brewing in my mind for a long time (even before I started this blog hah), and hopefully you all enjoy it! And in case anyone was wondering, yes “Past Lives” by Borns is the song rec for this cause well, ya know. Feedback is welcome, and of course all credit for the triplet AU goes to @crylorenlo

Warnings: Language


Laying motionless in the snow, with flakes daintily dropping onto his pale flesh, Kylo stared up at the night sky. Blood matted his raven locks and smeared across his full lips, starkly contrasting his appearance. His body was spent, his mind reeling as the world around him seemed to fall into an unnatural silence. No matter how much his ears strained, there was nothing to be heard, nothing to be seen.

Left to his thoughts alone, Kylo slowly felt them consume him. Though there was nothing to be heard physically, Kylo’s psyche seemed to take on its own consuming presence, forcing him to acknowledge it.

So, this is what you received.

Kylo sighed faintly, the breath feeling heavy in his lungs.

A slow, painful and a depressingly lonely demise. Was it worth it?

Despite his inability to move or react, his eyes began to pool with tears. It was your voice. A voice that had disappeared into the furthest corner of his mind for years. Years he had lost to his poor decisions, including the one of the last night he ever laid eyes on you. 

Was taking the countless lives worth it? Destroying what the force created…was it worth it?

His eyes winced shut as his soiled body began to tremble. Slowly the tears started to slip down his cheeks, accompanying the flakes of snow.

“I’m sorry.”

He practically whispered, sounding much like a passing breeze. Lip quivering he choked out the words as he spoke again with his broken tone.

“I’m sorry…I-…it wasn’t worth it.”

His trembling grew fiercer as his body grew even weaker, seeming to ignore the creeping frigid temperature.

“I’m sorry…so sorry.”

Aside from his dying whimpers, the atmosphere was eeriely silent. As if he had suddenly gone deaf to the world around him, there was nothing. You weren’t there, his family was long gone and there was not a soul he had to lean on. In his demise, he met his fate. To be entirely alone in the end, no one to have beside him aside from the snowy terrain beneath him. Slowly as his body grew weaker, almost incapable of continuing to sob the way he had been, he felt his eyelids grow heavy. Drooping lower and lower over his blood shot, glimmering eyes, the world around him slowly started to fade.


Centuries later in a far away galaxy…

Staring at the screen before him, Kylo looked over the Craigslist ad he was about to post, assuring everything was correct. Typos would not be accepted and he had to assure not a single detail was missing. Though anyone else would have thought he was doing it as a service to his soon to be roommate, he truly was doing it for himself, unwilling to live with certain types of individuals. He knew what personalities melded well with his, and he would do everything to assure he got just that.

Narrowing his eyes to the screen he read over the bullet points he had written once again. Walking up behind him, Ben appeared. Rolling his eyes Ben shook his head faintly as he watched Kylo hunched over the computer desk.

“Why are you so dramatic?”

“Why are you so obnoxious?”

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anonymous asked:

not to offend you but do you only hate larries because you picture yourself with harry? and i scrolled through your page and it literally seems like you have this whole idea that you and harry are gonna end up together and i dont care about that but how come larries are delusional for thinking larry might be together but its totally normal for you to think that harry is gonna end up with you. sounds a bit homophobic if you ask me .

I really tried to ignore this, simply because I’m trying my absolute hardest not to give shits like you the attention you so desperately crave. But wow, I really, really could not ignore this one.

1. To insinuate that I only hate Larries because I picture myself is comical and completely delusional in the following ways:

  • I hate Larries because they stomp around with their big bad blogs and their screenshots from seven years ago, thinking that they can treat people like utter shit because they swear up and down Harry and Louis still wear certain colors because they’re closeted.
  • I hate Larries because they have accused a young mother of faking the pregnancy of her child, the birth of her child, and the existence of her child and have tortured her to no end about the subject. 
  • I hate Larries because they have invaded the privacy of the Tomlinson family (and any extensions thereof) and the Styles family (and any extensions thereof) innumerable times over the past seven years and have not felt one drop of remorse for it.
  • I hate Larries because they think they love Louis and Harry more than anyone in the fandom, when if they actually loved either one of them, they would leave them the fuck alone and not spread their malevolent propaganda whenever they saw fit. You have damn near ruined the lives of everyone associated to them. You have pushed people away from them. You have made them explain why their friend of a friend of a friend may be getting “LARRY IS REAL!” comments on their picture of a dinner they had in 2013. You have embarrassed them. You have made them apologize for something they want nothing to be apart of.
  • I hate Larries because well, fuck, how many times does Louis himself have to say that Larry isn’t real and it’s not okay for Larries to act the way they do. How. many. times? He’s not saying it because management told him to - he’s not saying it because he’s being forced into a contract he can’t get out of - he’s saying it because it’s not fucking real and it’s not fucking okay.
  • I hate Larries because of messages like this. Messages that insinuate that I’m homophobic for running a blog about Harry that has nothing to do with him ending up with Louis. You would love if I were homophobic, wouldn’t you? I have never, ever - not once - said anything remotely homophobic, and you can search my blog with a goddamn microscope. Which I’m sure you will, because you dedicate your life to blowing up the tiniest nuance and disgustingly spin it into your own alternative truth. I think you’re getting too big for your britches there, babe. And no, didn’t “ask you” - nobody did. Why would we?

2. When have I ever - and I truly mean ever - said with any seriousness that I will end up with Harry? Unlike you, I am under no illusion about who Harry will end up with. I know he will not end up with me, and I have never been shy about saying it. I will joke around, just like everyone else does on this site, about being with him. That’s the fun part of it all. Until, of course, trash bags like you come from whichever part of the internet you’ve crawled out from beneath to ruffle the feathers of the sane ones by insinuating we’re anything but.

3. And, not to offend you, but remove yourself from my blog. Immediately. You are a cretin and you need to fuck off.

Music To, or In, My Ears

pairing: anthony ramos x reader

word count: 2500

warnings: swearing

a/n: have yall ever seen the soulmate prompt where it’s like “the song that’s stuck in your head is stuck in your soulmate’s head too”??? well thats what this fic is based on. its kind of confusing; i had to take a little artistic liberty; and it really, really, really sucks, but i hope you like it anyway. enjoy!!!


You didn’t believe in soulmates. You never had. Your parents said they were soulmates – they had ways, reasons they found each other that they constantly yammered on about. But you didn’t believe in soulmates. It was luck they found each other, and luck that they fell in love. The whole shtick of them ‘hearing the same songs in their head’ or whatever was just… coincidence. Of course. It had to be. There was no such thing as soulmates.

Until you heard it one day.

Rise up… when you’re livin’ on your knees you rise up…

You looked around the crowded subway car you were on, eyebrows cocked. Was someone playing their music too loud? So loud that you could hear it? You couldn’t recognize the song, so it certainly wasn’t coming through your earbuds. A quick glance around the cabin rewarded you with no answers; the other people in the immediate vicinity didn’t have any earbuds in or headphones on. Your eyebrows screwed up in the middle of your head and you leaned back, trying not to show both the confusion and the annoyance on your face. What the fuck was happening? Another line came seconds later.

Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up… tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up… when are these colonies gonna rise up…

Oh, for God’s sake.

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 8  A/B/O

A/N: HEY GUYS! It’s finally here! This is definitely one of my favorite chapters. Hopefully I’ll be posting part 9 later on tonight (I live in the us so it’ll be a bit later for y'all lol) but I’ve made it halfway at least!! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤

Warnings: minor character death. Swearing. 



Three Years Ago:

You stared down at the coffins as they lowered into the ground. Your cheeks were completely tear stained, your mascara running down your face in clumps. Your hair was extremely soaked, as the rest of you was. You couldn’t believe this was happening. They were just going on their anniversary date like they did every year, yet somehow they were hit head on by a drunk driver. Your father always used to scold Remy for drunk driving, yet ironically, it’s what ended up ending his life.

Remy took a puff from his cigarette, exhaling a large cloud of smoke that blew right into your face. Your eyes watered and you let out a cough.

“Where are we going now?” You asked, peering up at your older brother. Remy stared forward, completely ignoring your question. His eyes seemed completely glazed over, just like it always did when he used to drink.

“What do you mean we?” he murmured, throwing the bug onto the ground and stepping on it with his shoe.You reached forward, trying to place your hand in his, only for him to yank it back. Immediately, your heart shattered into a million pieces.

“W-Where are you gonna go?” You asked, watching with fearful eyes as he turned and began walking away. He ignored your question completely, walking past the graveyard.  You followed him quickly, stepping over the large headstones in the process.

“Remy!” You cried. “Please don’t leave me!”

He halted in his tracks, his head hung low, casting his gaze to the ground. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. He turned around, looking at you with a completely emotionless expression.

“Il est temps pour vous de grandir maintenant, gamin,” he spoke, a small frown danced across his lips as his eyes scanned over your tear stained face.

“Delta appartiennent sur leur dos, après tout.”

With that he turned around and began walking away once again.

“See you around, Y/N.” he called over his shoulder as he strolled.

That day, you lost your mother and father. They were gone from this earth, leaving you alone and afraid. But deep down, you felt as though you lost your brother as well.



*One Month After Chap. 7*

Seeing Remy was going to be extremely difficult.

Getting ahold of him, that would the hardest part.

The last time you saw each other wasn’t exactly a good experience. Words were exchanged, things were said that you regretted.

“Unfortunately, I’ve found zero men with the name Remy Y/L/N,” Vision informed, restacking the large papers in his hands. He took it upon himself to help Tony and Bucky with the search, as the latter wasn’t exactly tech savvy at the moment. That and Vision liked to be included in these things; it made him feel useful.

Bucky let out a sigh as he took a sip of his coffee. The third one this hour to be exact. As grateful as you were, you were starting to grow worried for him. He hadn’t exactly slept for more than three or so hours, only taking small naps here and there, also when you forced him. The last thing you wanted was to impose on the team, but what choice did you two have?

You absentmindedly rubbed your tummy.

Being at the one month mark, you were starting to show a bit. Children born in the alpha/beta/omega dynamics were born earlier, meaning instead of the usual nine months, you’d be ready to pop in five.

And it terrified you to no end.

In five short months you would be giving birth to Bucky’s baby. And you wouldn’t be bonded. At least, you didn’t know yet. You had no idea where you stood with Bucky. He cared about you, you figured that when you and he got intimate more and more often. You hadn’t exactly done the actual deed since your heat, but you could tell he wanted to.

When you two did get intimate, it usually ended with Bucky’s face between your thighs. Which you had no complaints about.

But you needed to find your brother first before you made any vast decisions.

Bucky rested his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes tiredly. You felt a pang of longing as you looked down at him. He was exhausted, but refused to actually rest until your brother was found and that document was signed. He jokingly mentioned that he’d force Remy to sign it, even if that mean he had to hold the man’s hand and do it himself.

The image of Bucky angrily scribbling on the document with your brother’s hand entangled in his made you chuckle a bit. You had no doubt he wouldn’t do it.

“I think I’ve got something!” Peter exclaimed, causing everyone to scurry around him.

“What did you find?” Pepper yawned from Tony’s lap. The two were seated on the leather sofa, her legs sprawled across his lap. She had fallen asleep a while ago, the exhaustion of three days without sleep finally caught up with her. Steve was on the other side of Tony, his head lulling onto the armrest of the sofa.

Tony, who was completely passed out at the moment, shot up as soon as Pepper elbowed him in the ribs. “What? What I miss?” he sputtered.

“Y/N,” Natasha called over to you. She turned the laptop around, revealing a picture of a man. “Is this the club he owns?”

With a subtle nod of your head, everyone let out sighs of relief.

Bucky’s eyes zeroed in on the website

“He calls himself Gambit?” he snorted, scrolling down the site’s page. Apparently, he owned a very high end casino in Baton Rouge, which was infamous for hosting illegal gambling nights. Your parents would probably be rolling over in their graves right now.

But then again, they would’ve been even more disappointed in your life choices.

“I say we give it a shot,” Bucky whispered into your ear. His flesh hand rested on your stomach as he spoke. You could feel his chin rest on your shoulder.

“What do I even say to him?” You scoffed, peering down at the phone in your hand. You had no idea how you’d even start a conversation with him in the first place. Should you ask him how he’s doing? No, that was too suspicious. Should you bring up mom and dad? God, no. He would surely hang up on you instantly.

You stared down at the cellphone in your hand. Vision was really good, you’ll admit that. How did he even get ahold of his personal phone number? You wondered if Vision even got the right information. What if there was another Remy Y/L/N in the same area?

You typed in the numbers on the screen and paused. As much as you hated this, you had to give it a chance. You prayed that he’d understand your situation. Bucky pressed a small kiss to your cheek and whispered encouragements in your ear.

“Even if he doesn’t want to listen, my offer still stands.” You playfully elbowed him in the ribs.

You couldn’t fight the smile that grew on your face as you took him Bucky’s dorky grin. You’d love to see that happen.

With a deep breath, you pressed call.

“Hello?” That didn’t sound like your brother.

“Hi, is this Remy?” you asked politely. The man went silent for a few seconds.

“Oh…uh…you’ve got the wrong number,” He replied harshly before hanging up.  

You felt your insides drop.

What just happened?

“Y/N?” Pepper asked softly, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You yanked your shoulder away and stood from the couch, storming down the hallway.

You couldn’t be there anymore. You needed to breathe; it didn’t matter where you went, as long as you were alone. As you walked down the corridors, you could hear Bucky calling your name from afar. Picking up your pace, you made it to the elevator.

“Y/N, wait!” Bucky called out as he raced towards the elevator, only for the doors to close before he got a few feet away from you. He let out a string of curses as he raced towards the stairway.

You let out a sob as soon as the doors closed. Your heart was broken once again, not for yourself, but for the life growing inside you. You weren’t sure before, but you were now, especially since so much was at stake.

You wanted this baby and you wanted a life with Bucky.

The doors opened and you immediately exited the building, ignoring Friday’s warnings.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” she chimed. “I would advise you to stay inside. It’s not safe without the protection of Mr. Barnes.”

Ignoring her, you pushed open the doors and walked away, picking a random direction and for once, letting your instincts guide you. 

“Mr. Stark,” Friday chimed, causing the older man to jump. 


“What is it, Friday?” he asked, not looking up from his phone. He had sent you over thirty texts, yet you still weren’t replying. You didn’t leave your phone here, so what was the deal?

“I’m afraid we have a visitor, the head of the ABO Registration is in the lobby.”

Tony’s phone fell from his hand as the words rung throughout his brain. What the hell was he doing here?

It had been an entire month since the giant showdown at the hospital, and the fact that you weren’t sterilized yet probably raised some eyebrows. But for fuck’s sake, the head of the registry was here? Couldn’t he have sent a team or something?

“Friday, get my suit ready.” he stood, making his way towards his lab. 

“Everyone else, suit up.” 


Central Park was beautiful at night.

You were seated on a small bench beside one of the many giant oak trees surrounding the area. The only source of light was a tall, skinny lamp post a few feet away from you and even that barely gave you enough light to see properly. You shivered, rubbing your hands over your arms.

You really needed to plan things out better the next time you decided to run off.

With a sigh, you rested your head in your hands. What on earth were you going to do now? Should you leave? No, the government would probably track you down in seconds, way before you could actually go anywhere. Not to mention, Bucky would lose his mind if you took off. He was the father of your child, you weren’t going to take that away from him.

You couldn’t survive without him, as much as you didn’t want to admit it.

Suddenly, the sound of faint whistling pulled you from your thoughts.

You lifted your head, peering around the park. This was such a bad idea now that you finally thought about it. God knows how many alphas were just roaming around New York at night. And you, probably the only delta in New York, had to run off without any  kind of protection. You left your phone in the lobby when you exited the tower and now you were highly regretting that.

You stood from the bench, backing away from where you last heard the whistling. Your breathing began growing faster with each backward step you took. The whistling had stopped completely, but you were still highly paranoid. You hated that feeling.

You kept backing away from the noise until you were suddenly bombarded with the smell of vanilla and leather.

“Un petit oiseau me dit qu'un certain delta me poursuivait,” a voice muttered behind you.

A little birdy told me that a certain delta was looking for me.

Your eyes widened at the words. No way…that wasn’t possible. How did he…

You turned around, expecting to see the same young man from three years ago, but instead, you were met with the man leaning against the light pole as he stared down at you. The smoke from his cigarette surrounded him as he watched you intently.

Flicking the cigarette to the side, he pushed off the light pole, casually strolling towards you. He was at least a foot taller than you now and twice the size in muscles. But his face was still the same, not matter how much he tried to change.

“So tell me, sis,” he smirked, his eyes falling to your stomach. He placed his hands in his pockets.

"Who’s the lucky guy?”


-FIN! ❤️


(Remy is such a drama king lol) (;

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Flat-Earth Fuckery

Pairing: none

Word Count: 770

Warnings: cursing, flat-earthers (sorry if you’re one of them), a bit of hilarity

Summary: when Sam decides to explore Facebook, he gets into it a little more than he bargained for.

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“Oh. My. God.”

You glanced up from your book, eyes fixed on Sam. He was scrolling through a page on his laptop, his face contorted in exasperation. He’s been typing furiously for the past five minutes, breathing angrily through his nose, and this was the first time you’d heard him stop.

“What?” You leaned back in your chair and raised your arms above your head, stretching your back out.

“Some people are so stupid,” Sam muttered. “What the hell is this?”

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“You’re going to fall one day.”

Member: Mark Lee x Reader
Genre: Little Angst/little Fluff 
Word Count: 1,944 words

Y’all this is my first scenario, I hope you enjoy! It’s a little rushed, sorry about that! Also please tell me if you like it or not, please~

(A/N I just reread this and realized that i have many typos sorry friends;;;)

-TT

Originally posted by haechannie

Another day at school. At least it was Friday, and you didn’t have much to do in most of your classes. You sighed, your dumbass stayed up late again scrolling through your explore page on Instagram.

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Sportacus keeps a diary but the only thing he puts in it are things about Robbie. Robbie’s schemes, Robbie’s costumes, Robbie’s smiles, Robbie’s butt. The name ‘Sportacus Rotten’ scrolled across pages. ‘Robbie and Sportacus’ and ‘Robbie Rotten’ in hearts. List of the things he likes the best about him. Poorly drawn pictures of him.


One day Robbie finds out and steals it. When Sportacus realizes its missing he freaks out and looks everywhere. He eventually finds Robbie on the bench reading it. He wants to cry and scream at the same time. Think’s everything is messed up and Robbie will make fun of him now, if not hate him.


Robbie just looked up when he notices Sportacus standing there, his cheeks flush and they stare at each other. Robbie hugs the book to his chest and stutters out,


“Can I keep it?” And Sportacus just sighs in relief and sits next to him, looking at the book as Robbie opens it again.


“Sure,” Sportacus says, leaning on Robbie’s shoulder as he turns the page.