sorry it took so long pep

Secret

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky x Female Reader

Word Count: 2426

Warnings: NSFW 18+. Smut, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy!) chocolate pie porn.

Request: Hello! I have a request, could you do one where the reader starts working for Tony and soon after the reader and Bucky start a secret affair? Thanks love! - Anon

A/N: Here you go my dear! Sorry that it took me so long!



‘You can do this.’

‘You have worked hard for this.’

‘You deserve this.’

The pep talk you were giving yourself as you drove up to the gate surrounding the Avengers compound wasn’t helping your nerves at all. You leaned forward to look up through your windshield at the concrete walls. This place was a fortress.

You rolled your window down when you approached a booth. You hit the green call button and jumped at the electronic voice that spoke.

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running on ice - reddie

pairings : reddie

warnings : jealously ?

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a/n sorry this took so long, I have so many request right now and i’m like mentally sinking under pressure. I hope this is okay anon!

Eddie always came along to Richie’s shows. It was a tradition, even both they started dating. Eddie would face his fear of the germs to come and listen to his boyfriends loudly obnoxious band play covers of songs he’s never heard, in favour of watching Richie get hot and sweaty as he periodically exhorted his energy banging on his drums.

 Richie on the other hand would come to the pep rally every Friday night to support Eddie’s appearance, regardless of his hatred for most of human kind nothing could rival seeing your boyfriend in tight pastel pink booty shorts. 

Eddie usually sat backstage at Richie’s shows, this was usually due to Richie not wanting Eddie to panic and cause an asthma attack from stressing over anybody out on the floor.

But today was different.

Eddie claimed that sitting behind the curtains just wasn’t good enough for tonight, therefore he just had to stand dead centre stage to watch his lover perform. Richie was hesitant because he didn’t want to see the fragile boy get hurt. He knew how rough the floor could get scattered with intoxicated youths and Richie knew it was no place for a five foot four, skinny, pale, flower crown wearing teenage boy. But Eddie had insisted that, that there wasn’t any other place he going to be regardless of Richie’s protests.

Richie had placed himself behind the drums, twirling the drum sticks that loosely rest in his hands. As he scanned he crowd, it was a pretty good turn out tonight. A small non-existent smile made it’s way onto his lips at the idea of people actually appreciating him for his talents, a wave of relief fled through his body, maybe he could actually get somewhere in life. Soon the idea of the masses of people seemed to have changed his opinion.

He scanned the crowd looking for Eddie’s figure, even if he wasn’t dating him, the poor boy he stuck out like a saw thumb among the copious amount of dark clothes that stood on the floor, covering the space with an aura the Richie was all too comfortable with.

 Blinking behind his glasses, he narrowed his gaze slightly to this side of the stage where he found Eddie standing leaning slightly against a tall bar table. Richie noted that Eddie had found someone to talk to, and that in itself made Richie smile. Knowing that Eddie was comfortable in one of the only other places Richie was. Richie must have been staring at the pale boy for a bit longer than he thought because the only thing that broke him from his gaze was the fact it was getting harder and harder to see him. The stage lights had begun to dim and the loud strum of the bass guitar echoed the dark room.

 Richie straightened his back and placed his drum sticks in their selected hands, starring out at the audience and seeing only the faint outlines of human bodies.

 The coloured stage lights were suddenly turned on, and Richie heard the loud cheer from their small crowd. He heard their lead singer speak into the microphone probably asking the basic and stereotypical ‘hey, how’s everyone was doing tonight,’ but Richie paid little no attention as he looked back over at the space Eddie was currently occupying.

His mouth dropping a gape as he watched the boy laugh at something the delinquent had said. Richie whole opinion on the other male had changed as fast as a drop of a pin.

Eddie’s back was turned to the stage and his full attention was focused on a complete and utter stranger. He faintly heard the beginning of song start and he subconsciously hit drums the way he had been practicing for the past weeks but his gaze still pierced the back of Eddie’s head wondering what was just so interesting that he couldn’t even face the direction of his actual boyfriend and pretend like he was enjoying the music even though Richie knew otherwise.

Richie narrowed his eyes as he watched a hand creep up the sleeve of Eddie’s jacket. Eddie obviously didn’t feel the need to brush him away. One of the only faults that Eddie Kaspbrak will ever exhibit is the inability to be able to recognise that literally everyone wanted a piece of him. Richie wasn’t even going to hide the fact he was jealous. He gave that up long ago.

Eddie was his, and only his. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Eddie, he just didn’t trust anyone else around him. The boy was small, cute and docile, meaning he would be just as easy a target as it would be to steal a puppy from a shelter. Eddie trusted everyone, and Richie was the complete opposite.

The band played a few more songs before they were able to take a break. As soon as the stage lights turned off and the floor was lit, Richie rushed down onto the hard concrete despite the protest from his lead singer about their need to recuperate behind stage.

Richie’s long limbs were seen jumping from the side stage and striding five short steps in Eddie’ direction. Once arriving the older boy sat  his head onto of the younger and his arm sliding around Eddie’s waist. Eddie flinched away from his touch and Richie tried not to let his disappointment show. Glancing to the right he saw the denim jacket wearing loser that was trying to steal his boyfriend, sipping on a drink that was clearing not cherry cola. He glared at the side of the strangers face as he brought the glass cup to his lips.

Eddie turned his head to meet the hard face of Richie Tozier. Body immediately relaxing under his touch. “Hey babe.” Eddie said, a comical expression plastered itself on his face as he observed Richie’s stoic look. Turning slightly to kiss the taller boys cheek. Richie tore his glare from the other the boy and focused his gaze on Eddie. “It's been a good show so far.” Richie scoffed.

“Yeah, like you would fucking know.” Richie said, sound muffled by Eddie’s dark brown curls. “Watcha doing with this guy.” He gestured across the table to where the guy now stood starring across at the pair.

The unknown guy reached his arm across the table holding out his hand. “Hi I’m-” “I wasn’t talking to you.” Eddie pushed back against Richie’s chest and moved from out of the taller boys grasp.

“Richie that wasn’t very nice.” Eddie’s eye widened in surprise at the blatant bluntness coming out of Richie’s mouth.

Richie’s eyes widen, “Can you not see that he’s trying to get with you!” Richie gestured wildly, sending his long limbs flying about. Eddie sighed, and turned back to the mysterious man informing him that the pair will be right back. Eddie gripped onto the side of Richie’s leather jacket, pulling him through the masses of people toward backstage.

As they past the heavy black curtains, Eddie let go of Richie’s sleeve and turned to face him. “What’s up with you?” He asked, curiosity shown in his eyes. His eyes travelled over Richie’s sweat cladded face, dark curls clung to his forehead, his face was flush with a light shade of pink making the freckles that Eddie loved disappear for an apparent amount of time.

Richie kicked the tip of his shoe against the concrete, reluctantly looking into Eddie’s eyes. “Nothing, Eddie Spaghetti.” Richie beamed a smile toward the boy. Eddie quirked an eyebrow at Richie’s all too wide smile. Eddie placed his hand son his own hips and gave Richie an expected stare. Richie rolled his eyes and dropped the smile off his face. “I don’t like you talking to that guy.”

“Rich, you can’t get angry every time I talk to other guys,”

“Eddie! He was touching you! I was watching the whole time, you didn’t ever turn to face the stage once!” Richie sighed. “I love you too much to just sit back and watch. I don’t want to lose you to som-some denim jacket tattoo covered freak!” Eddie’s lip twitched into a side smile, as he reached out and took a hold of Richie’s hand.

“You are the only denim jacket tattoo covered freak for me baby, I promise.” Eddie stood upon the tips of his toes, to press a chaste kiss upon Richie’s lips. Richie faintly heard someone callout for him, informing him he’s got two minutes until they go back on stage. With an annoyed grunt, Richie pulled Eddie into his embraced, wrapping his arms around the smaller boys shoulders tightly. Richie felt Eddie hug back just as tight, while wrapping his own arms around Richie’s middle section. Muffled by Richie’s jacket he faintly heard Eddie’s teasing tone say,

“There’s no need to be jealous, Rich.” Richie scoffed and pulled away began walking in the opposite direction, shouting in response.

“Shut it Ed’s.” Richie walked away with a genuine  smile on his which made a few of his bands members send him questioning looks which he all dismissed with shake of his head.

As the stage lights turned back on, Richie glanced through his fingerprint cladded glasses to see Eddie’s bright smile staring right back at him from  centre stage.  

Richie couldn’t be happier.


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Surveillance Camera: Part one The HEAT

Before I start I want to thank everyone for sticking with me, this go’s to                            

@messedupmoon​ and her amazing prompt form this link >> https://lonleyghostposts.tumblr.com/post/161467902210/for-surveillance-camera-i-always-had-the You helped me to move my idea of Surveillance Camera on, and come up with an amazingly fresh concept. You helped influenced this fic a lot. I was never originally going to go in this direction until now. Thank you.

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The Fennton’s were packing their stuff in the “Fentonmobile,” As they prepared to go to the airport.

One month ago, they had gotten a letter to go to a free “luxurious wood cabin’” ski trip up in the Rocky’s. His parents were ecstatic, as was Jazz. But Danny new better than to think it was just a regular free payed Vacation. This had Vlad written all over it. Slamming the back of the trunk he wiped his brow.

The heat was blistering and the thin tank top felt like a heavy weight on his body, pulling him down further into this sizzling black top where he was bound to melt into a puddle of his own sweat.

The only thing good about going to the Rocky’s was that it would be a lot cooler. Mysteriously or not so mysteriously Amity Park has been recently hit with a massive heat wave, the hottest they have had in years. It was 90 degrees F and smoking. So, hot that the birds that migrated here went back North for the winter.

Everybody was just about leaving town for the Summer, fed up with the blistering heat including his two best friends Tucker and Sam.

Sam had gone on a world cruse with her parents, where she would visit plenty of country’s one stop at a time. Despite her hatred for anything mainstream the goth was more than happy to go on a salty wet watered get away with her family.  Especially If that meant getting away from the deathly hot wasteland of Amity Park. Even Sam had to admit that her Gothic “simmering”, had turn into a down right boil.

Also in pleasant turn of event’s the Manson’s have recently come to terms with their daughters, unique fashion taste, and love of anything Dark, gritty, and goth.

They even Picked a Vampire themed cruise for their daughter. Sam was raving on about all the things she was going to do, and Gothic underground joints in Italy she was going to visits for the past week.

And as for the Foley’s, well…

Tucker and his family where going to Disney world. The fairy tale dream, with water slides galore! Honestly Tucker had, had it with the heat in amity park more than anyone, and was thrilled to go and mingle with all the princesses. He promised both him and Sam that he would bring back gifts from his trip.

After their farewells and good-bye hugs, they parted ways. All promising to hang out next summer.

With a sigh Danny Took one look at his town, engraving every single detail into his mind. He was going to be gone all summer with his family in a cabin, no internet, miles away from civilization, and without his two best friends for the first time in his short pubescent life. He felt scared, and excited all at once. despite probably playing into Vlad’s hands, Danny was happy to have his first real vacation ever!

No soggy ghost infested toxic fishing trips, or haunted bed bug infested motels in New Mexico.  Danny was going to sip hot coco near a warm fire place in a comfy cabin, surrounded by the people he loves.

Screw Vlad and whatever plan he had come up with for him and his family. Danny would burn that bridge when he crossed it.

But what Danny didn’t know, is that bridge was already crossed when he opened that letter a month ago, and the time for burning bridges were too late.

BTS reaction: you being good at a sport

I’m making it less specific so more people can relate to it, I hope you don’t mind. Thank you for requesting, and sorry that it took me so long xx


Jin/Kim Seokjin: 

Proud boyfriend. I think that’s the only way i can describe his reaction. Like, he’ll just be very supportive, and always be there with compliments and pep talks. And he’d also brag about you quite a lot. He wouldn’t be over the top about it, but he would definitely make sure you knew just how proud he is.

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Suga/Min Yoongi: 

Mr. basketball player would definitely support the hell out of you. Like Jin, he wouldn’t be over the top. Rather the opposite. Like, sometimes you would lowkey wonder if he was just pretending to care about your sport. But then you’ll see him in the crowd at your game even though he’d said he was busy, or come home to your favorite meal after practice. He’s a busy man, but supporting you is very important to him.

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J-Hope/Jung Hoseok: 

He is very supportive, and not lowkey about it at all. He would always be there to give you peptalks, and he would go to as many of your games as he could. He would probably join you when your practicing sometimes as well. Quite a lot of bragging as well.

Originally posted by jaayhope


Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon: 

He is like a mix of Jin and Yoongi. Like, he’s proud and supportive af, and tries to show it while not being too extreme about it. But he’s very busy, so sometimes he might not be able to show his support. But then he’ll figure out some kind of surprise when he does get the time.

Originally posted by ksjknj


Jimin/Park Jimin: 

Very similar to Jin. Very proud, but not over the top. He’ll come to games as often as he can, and he makes a point of always asking how practice went. He also loves treating you after you won a match or something by pampering you at home.

Originally posted by minblush


V/Kim Taehyung: 

Similar to Hobi, he is very supportive and WILL be over the top with it. Takes you out for dinner after every game, no matter if you won or not (but might do something more special as well if you did win), joins you to practice as often as he can, and never stops telling people how amazing you are. If his schedule stops him from coming, there’s really nothing he can do about it, but you will still know that he supports you.

Originally posted by hugmetae


Jungkook/Jeon Jeongguk: 

He’s said that his ideal type is sporty/active, and I honestly have no problem seeing that. He’s very active himself (just look at them arms). So he’d simply adore this. There’s no other way to put it. It’s one of the things about you that he loves.

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Only You

Originally posted by illwonaire

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Pastel pink and shimmery gold garland covered nearly every surface of your apartment as you rushed around the small space to finish decorating. The cake had been bought and placed in the fridge to be cut after presents, food and drinks covered the kitchen counter and your small dining table, and the presents you and Hana had gotten for Dylan sat in the corner you’d designated for gifts. You’d taken precautionary pain medication (an apartment full of screaming five year olds? You’d need it eventually) and had thrown on something that you didn’t mind getting dirty but still made it look like you were trying.

Now all you needed was to finish getting Dylan ready and the entertaining could begin.

If you were being honest with yourself, you hated hosting birthday parties. The only reason you’d obliged to hosting a party was because your daughter had finally made friends and had begged you to let her invite them over for her birthday. And anything your daughter asked for (within reason), you made sure to try your hardest to give it to her.

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Commish for Chicky 
Aaahh I went overboard and stuff, I’m sorry that it took so long chicky I wanted to make it nice for you ahsuidff and I kept adding stuff and now it ended up like this wahhhh I hope you like it tho!
Well they are about to do something and I hope the person who cleans this limousine knows what he is doing /laughs

Title: Wanna Hear Music (reader x Bucky)

Summary: reader receives hearing aids after years of having lost hearing. 

Word Count: 1210

A/N: I LOVED THIS! And I’m sorry it took so long :( BUT IT’S UP FOR YOU TO ENJOY NOW!! Also a little disclaimer: I am not an expert/ audiologist therefore I’m not exactly sure what goes on during this process. I simply did as much research as I could to write this for your enjoyment! :) 

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SEBASTIAN STAN X READER

REQUEST: Heyy Sofia😙😙😙 can you do a cute Seb x reader were the reader is like Seb’s mother and she loves him like her own baby, and seb calls her mom too BUT one day Seb had a really tiring day and got anxious for some reason and behaves totally like a child and the reader comforts him (anon)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Sorry this took so long! I kinda drifted from the main request but I hope you enjoy.

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seargentbutternipples  asked:

Tyler and Evan and "Tyler if you don't stop touching me Mini's going to get mad jealous" because they have the strongest platonic relationship of all time.

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I have a headcannon that mini doesn’t actually mind Tyler’s and Evan’s platonic touching he just likes to mess with them…mini can be a lil shit sometimes. I like to think mini would be really secure and confident in their realationship, hence why he doesn’t care all that much. and plus the way Tyler touches Evan is WAYYY different from how Tyler touches mini ;)

again I’m sooo sorry this took so long :((((

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(peps! my ask box is open, send me some prompts. Please and thank you! (^*^))

Torn

Boy: Ashton

Rating: PG-13

anonymous requested: can you do one for me where it’s Ash and your like out of the house and you hear about a bunch of hate he’s getting on twitter and so you rush home and find him crying and comfort him? And just like super fluffy? Thanks so much, I love love loveeeee your writing<3

The air is the perfect temperature as you sit outside, soaking up the sun that’s shining over the Sydney skyline.

After waking up and not being able to go back to sleep, you had wiggled out from under Ashton’s arm and left the apartment you all share, simply leaving a note that read “be home in a few hours, love you!" You then went off and helped yourself to a few hours of shopping, and were now relaxing with some coffee.

Of course you love spending all the time you can with Ash, but the two of you know about needing personal space, and you’ve both been together non-stop for a week now. 

As you grab your shopping bags and cup, your phone vibrates in the back pocket of your shorts. You check your lock screen, frowning at the message from your best friend.

Check Twitter. Now.

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celineofrps  asked:

Hey! I myself have dermatillomania, and I am writing a character who also has it. Even though I have it myself, I'm having trouble writing a person who has it. Could you give me some links that show how to write a character who has either dermatillomania or trichotillomania (they're extremely similar)

A few blogs with many posts with lots of resources and many involving personal accounts:

Other tumblr resources:

Off tumblr resources:

I, too, have dermatillomania, so if anyone needs any further personal account information I’d be glad to help you out. I’d prefer to answer questions off anonymous, though.

I hope that helps you, celineofrps! Sorry this took so long.

drawzczar  asked:

Hear you needed prompts! How about Tyler trying to go in for the kill on Craig but is interrupted by Evan.

rest in fucking pieces, Evan.

(tfw you try and tell your bff you think your in love with them but you have cockblock friends smh.) 

I’m sooooooooo sorry this took so long, school is taking up alot of my time :C

(peps! my ask box is open, send me prompts. please and thank you! (O^O)<33) 

anonymous asked:

Well idk if you still do or not but, it would be so cool if you could write where Connor and Oliver get into a serious heated argument and end up leaving due to needing space issues but, cry and complain to their closets friends how they miss one another. And they will get that friend pep talk that make them realize that no matter what problems they go through as long as they love and have one another everything will be ok

Thank you for the prompt! Sorry this took me forever. I couldn’t figure out what serious heated argument they would get in. I was thinking initially about murder night or maybe the drug problem, but I’m going to let the show handle that one lmao. Hope you enjoy!


“Why are you making such a big deal out of this, Connor?”

Connor whips around and sends a scathing glare towards his boyfriend. He shrugs off his jacket with more force than necessary and throws it onto the couch. Oliver’s eyes follow where the jacket lands–good–he knows Oliver hates it when he leaves his stuff lying around. 

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Class of 2002

So, I obviously didn’t learn from the stress of the #psl series…

I’m working on something that’s semi-autobiographical, and because of that, it’s going to be a bit of a slow burn. Sigh. Another WIP.

Really, this is sort of just for me, chronicling a different but similar version of my story with my husband. My boys are getting older, there are no more plans for babies, and all of a sudden, I’m feeling nostalgic for the time when things were crazy but still somehow made sense; I wasn’t responsible for anyone but myself; and yes…my heart got torn apart, but they were still some of the best days of my life.

And I invite all of you to share in it, if you’re interested. And, for those of you are roughly my age, some references might even make you smile :)

I plan to first post it here and eventually on ao3 as well. If you do get around to reading it, your thoughts are appreciated! Thank you.

year1 | ’98-‘99 | pt1

Katniss sits at the bus stop after the first UP Service Project Club meeting, impatient and sweating in the late summer heat, trying to remember which bus to take back to the dorm. Orange, she thinks. She’s barely listening to the conversation taking place next to her, between two other girls from the meeting and some blonde guy. A blonde guy who looks strangely familiar.

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