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Your Love

Song: Your Love by Little Mix. (I recommend, it’s really good:))

Any songs you want, let me know!! 

Warnings: Slight smut, stress.

Genre: Fluff, College AU

Word Count: 4186

Originally posted by nochujungkookie

“If I ain’t got nothin’, Least I got you.” 

You were sitting at your kitchen table, your books and sheets of paper scattered so there was no wood peeking through. You thought being in your third year of college would make things easier, but you were proven wrong. The exams coming up that you had to study for, the hours you had to work to at least get something to eat and stay healthy, the stress was getting to you and you wanted to rip your eyeballs out and throw them out the window. You were lucky you didn’t have work today or you might have actually been tempted to rip out your eyeballs. You sighed and rested you chin on your fist, looking around your apartment that you shared with your boyfriend. 

You apartment wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either. It has one bedroom, one bathroom, the living room, the kitchen, a closet filled with a washing machine and dryer, and a few decorations here and there. You had the furniture you needed and could afford. You guys were happy in your little home. Sometimes the rent got a little high for you guys and you both needed to work extra shifts and it bummed you both out, not being able to see each other for a few days at a time. But when those extra shifts were over and you go to hold each other, you both were happy. Both of your jobs gave you the amount of money to survive, get food and the necessities for the house. But it also stressed you both out when you wanted to spend a little money on the other. Just a few weeks ago Jungkook was upset that he couldn’t buy you something extravagant for your birthday. Or when you guys wanted to go out for dinner but couldn’t because you both knew the little money you both had, should be saved to keep a roof over your heads and food in your mouths. But it always worked out because Jungkook would light a candle in the middle of the table and and you both would enjoy your cup of ramen. At the end you both knew, you just wanted each other. 

“Deeper than oceans, As sweet as devotion, It’s all I need. You pull me close, And there’s no way that I can describe; What your love makes me feel like.” 

You hadn’t realized it had gotten late until you heard the door open a close. Your head quickly looks at the clock by the TV. 8:03pm. You sigh and rake your fingers through your hair as you stare lazily at the open textbook before you. You snap back into reality when you feel those familiar hands on your shoulder, massaging lightly before kissing the same spot. 

“Baby, you’re in the same exact spot you were in when I left for work. At seven-thirty in the morning. Have you gotten up at all?” Jungkook asks you, looking over your shoulder at the mess before you both. When you mumble something about getting up on occasion to use the bathroom, it doesn’t help settle his worry. “Have you eaten?” When you don’t reply, he sighs and kissing the top of your head before going to the kitchen. He starts to boil enough water for the both of you and takes out two cups of ramen from the cupboard. While the water boils, Jungkook takes off his jacket and leaves it on the counter before going back to you. He sits in the seat before you, waiting for you to look up. And when you don’t he chuckles sweetly at your concentrated face. Your teeth biting down on the cap of the highlighter that’s in your hand. Your hair loose and tucked behind your ear, your face bare of any makeup. Your pretty little face that he never gets tired of looking at. “I’m going to help you study.” 

Your head finally snapped up to look at him, after his statement. You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him with a tilt of your head. “And how do you plan on doing that?” You smiled and giggled. Words couldn’t describe how he made you feel. He was caring, kind, funny, a meme, a bunny, a kid at times but he knew when to be serious and the past two years of your life were the best. He was there for you through your struggles of college and work or life in general. And you were there for him. 

“We’re going to do it how we watched in that movie the other night.” His smile turned into a wide smirk. Your eyes widen in shock as you feel your cheeks start to heat up. You bit your lip to hide your excited smile. “You know how it works, I ask you a question; if you get it right, I strip. If you get it wrong, you strip.” 

You couldn’t help the wide smile that spreads on your face as you nod, handing over your set of flashcards before he helped you put everything away. In order, luckily he knew by now how you liked your studying notes to be placed. He made sure to shuffle the cards while he fixed the way he was seated, shuffling the order you had to make sure you don’t cheat. You sat leaning forward, elbows on the table and your hands locked together, chin resting on the fist. He clears his throat before sending you a wide smile and nods once enthusiastically. The questions he reads out is luckily the one you had been studying before he walked through the door. Since you got it right, he was the first to strip. “This is gonna be a good one.” He praised as he leaned down, doing something under the table. A few seconds later he raised his arm and threw the article of clothing at you; socks. You grumble in disgust as he laughs at your reaction. He winks at you after you tell him to make it a little more exciting next time. The next question, you got it wrong. And since you had less clothing than him, you had to opt for taking off your sweatshirt, well Jungkook’s but it was still on your body, your tank top still on. The game continued. Right then, you were left in your tank top and underwear, Jungkook in just his underwear. He started to read the question before he was cut off by the smoke alarm. You both quickly got up and sped to the kitchen. You attended the stove turning it off and grabbing the empty pot, smoke coming from it, while Jungkook waved his t-shirt at the alarm, trying to get it to shut off. Once it’s shut off Jungkook sighs and looks to you.

“Kookie, what was in here?” 

He opens his mouth then shuts it and bites his lip. “… Water.” 

“Babe, how the hell do you burn water?” 

“Late up on Sunday and workin’ on Monday, Let’s pack up and run away, Just me and you.”

When you got home from work Monday evening, you immediately collapsed onto the couch, much to exhausted to make it to your bedroom. You looked at the clock on the TV, telling you it was 4:00pm. You sighed and tucked your legs under you as you untied your hair. Jungkook wasn’t due to be home until around eight, so you had a good four hours to yourself, but you wanted him there with you now. 

You hadn’t realized you fell asleep until you woke up by the sound of the door shutting. You sit up and turn around to see Jungkook with his head hanging down. He took off his shoes before he looked up at you and you gasped at the sight. You quickly get up and walk to him, cupping his face as he licks his cut lip. He had a bruise on his cheek and on his jaw as well as a cut on his lip. “Baby, I’m fine.” 

“What the hell happened?” You asked as you pulled him to your room and sat him on the bed. You quickly rushed to the freezer, grabbing a few ice in a towel then running back to your bedroom. You hold it against his face, his hand wrapped around your wrist and his eyes closed as he leans into the cold towel.

“Some asshole started a fight at the shop today. When I told him to get the hell out, he didn’t take it so well.” He mumbles as he scratches at the back of his neck. Jungkook’s job took place in the bad part of town, but it paid well and that’s why he stayed there. There were always men or women there trying to steal or start fights with other customers. Some would come in trying to sell drugs or themselves. Jungkook was even caught up in a armed robbery, luckily he wasn’t behind the cash register but still, he was there and the gun was also pointed at him. You told him countless of time when things like this happened to quit. That you’d take care of everything until he found a new job. But he couldn’t add more stress to you, so he stayed put. You told him not to worry about me but to think about his safety. He still disagreed and stayed at that retched place. He felt as if he needed to help bring things to the table. Even if it was for a few weeks where he couldn’t help, he would feel guilty and didn’t want to make you the only one working in the apartment. 

You sigh. “Kookie.” You mumble and play with his hair. You climb into the bed and lay on your back, pulling him so his head lays on your chest. You play with his hair and hold the ice to his face still. One of his arm is wrapped around your waist while the other still holds your wrist in place. “I love you, Jungkook.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” 

You guys stayed in that position for hours, not wanting to let him go. You wanted to comfort him like he’s done multiple times for you. He always held you close and kissed your face when you were down, always making sure to let you know everything was going to be okay. And you just wanted him to know that too. You wanted him to know just how much you loved him, because words weren’t enough for you. But he knew. He knows. He knows how much you love him and You know how much he loves you. 

You mumbled sweet words into his hair and kissed his hair, then his forehead then his cheeks. Being careful to not kiss to hard on his bruises. He lifted his head to kiss you, the slight taste of blood coming from his lip. You continued to make out until the sound of his stomach growling roamed the air causing you to chuckle and his cheeks becoming a bright pink. “I’ll make dinner.” 

It was that Friday, that you came home to find Jungkook packing a bag. Panic immediately ran through your body. Where was he going? Was he leaving you? Was he over everything? 

You stood in the doorway and watched as he continued to pack clothes. You waited to see if he’d notice you standing there, watching him pack clothes for God knows what. “Jungkook?” 

He immediately stopped in his tracks and turned to you. “Hey baby.” He gave you a bright smile. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a quiet voice and stared at the clothes in his hand. You were scared. You thought he was leaving you alone in this apartment that held so many memories of the past years you’ve two shared. 

He looks down at the clothes after he saw you staring at. He let out a small gasp and looked at your worried face. You eyes slightly glossy, but not enough for someone to think you were crying. But he knew. You were biting your lip as you waited for his answer, never taking your eyes off of the clothes. He throws the clothes onto the open bag and walked over to you. He cups your face in his hands and immediately brings your lips to his. He slouches down to reach your lips and holds your head close to his. He pulls away slowly, keeping his lips hovered over yours. “Your stuff is already packed.” He points to the floor by the bed. Another bag already packed and ready to go. “I did your stuff first because I knew you’d need more stuff than I, and it’d take longer to pack. We’re going away for the weekend.” He gives you that bright smile, teeth and all. 

“Oh.. I thought…” You don’t finish your sentence in embarrassment, giving him a shy smile before you look back down at the ground. 

“I know what you thought. Don’t think like that.” He chuckles softly under his breath before kissing you forehead then going back to his clothes. “Now get changed into something comfortable, we’re going to our happy place.” 

You lit up after hearing his statement. You quickly changed out of your work clothes and changed into a sweatshirt and tights. You waited for him to be done and when he was, he took hold of both your bags and led you to his pickup-truck. He through the bags into the back then you both climb into the vehicle. You guys listened to music loudly, and screamed the lyrics out. People in passing cars looked at you weirdly, but you both didn’t care. You guys were happy. 

It took you guys about forty-five minutes to get the “happy place”. You both hopped out of the car and stared at the view. The mountain top showing the perfect view of the city, the sparkling lights, the passing cars and airplanes. The sky almost touching the horizon, almost set. The little stars peeking through the sky, waiting for it to get dark before brightening up. You smile at Jungkook before wrapping you arm around his waist and he your shoulders. This is where Jungkook took you, two years ago, when he asked you to be his girlfriend. You both came here multiple times before then, hiking when you found the hidden space and decided to drive up the mountain more often to just star gaze. This was both of your escape place. You both loved the scenery and the lack of communication to the outside world from your little bubble.  There were countless occasions where you both would camp here, sleeping in the back of his truck with mountains of blankets and pillows.

“Why’d you decide to come here this weekend?” You asked as you looked up at him, your chin resting on his shoulder. You took in his appearance. His slight messed up hair, probably from running his fingers through it from stress at work. His eyes light and reflecting the lights from the building, his lips parted and slightly chapped, his nose and cheeks slightly red from the cold. He looked down at you and gave you a tight lipped smile.

“I think we both could use the break. We’re both done with our last exams of the year, so no more studying.” He gave you a pointed look to which you smiled a blushed at. “And we both had the weekend off, so I thought we could use the weekend to get away from the stress.” 

You grab his chin between you thumb and forefinger and bring his lips down to yours in a chaste kiss. He smiles against you lips before opening the door of the trunk. He climbs in and lays out the blankets and pillows before telling you to come in. You sit with your back to the car, lets spread out in front of you with the blankets covering them. Your shoes left at the edge of the trunk. You head lays on Jungkook’s shoulder, his head atop of yours, as you watch the sunset. The orange sky mixed with pinks and purple and blues. The stars becoming brighter and the lights becoming more evident as the sky gets darker. The sight took your breath away. 

“Thank you.” You say as the sun starts to hide behind the horizon. The sky still orange around the edge and it looked amazing. 

“What for, baby?” He asks as he moves his head so his lips are against your hair. 

“For everything.” You say and you can feel the smile on his face against your head. 

“You deserve the world, Y/N.” He mumbles and holds you tighter. 

“You’re my world.” You giggle at your cheesiness, and look up to see him laughing as well. “I know it’s cheesy, but you make me the happiest person on the planet and I wouldn’t change anything. Nothing at all, because you make everything so worth while.” You ramble but are cut off by Jungkook’s lips. 

“If it weren’t for you, Y/N, I’d still be doing shit in school and would’ve never gotten my life together. So, thank you. Because without you, I wouldn’t be the guy I am today. Happy and in love.” 

You both were so overwhelmed with love and happiness and passion, that all you both wanted to do was get lost in each other. 

“Come over ‘cause I want it all over my body. Boy, there ain’t no heartache you can’t undo.” 

He pulls you onto his lap, never breaking the kiss. You straddled his hips, his hands on your waist. He roams your body. Hands on your waist, your back, your chest, your thighs, your face, everywhere.  You pulled his shirt over his head, your hands resting on his chest while you go back to the warmth of his lips on yours. Your sweatshirt was soon discarded, your bare chest against his. 

You’re soon laid onto your back, your head resting against the pillows and back against the cold blanket. He lifts your left leg to wrap around his waist, his weight being held by his elbows that are by your head. Your hands run through his hair and down his bare, broad chest. Your hot skin against his, lips molded together, not letting go until you’re in dire need of breath. Both your hands roam the other’s body, making sure to feel every inch of the skin you love so much. 

You get lost in each other. Warm hands gliding across soft skin, clothes discarded to the side of the truck, breathless moans and words of love being exchanged. Kisses left all over bodies and marks and bruises exchanged. You made love. You showed each other just how much the other meant to the other. Word’s weren’t enough for you both. You both didn’t know how to express to the other. The amount of small gifts that you could afford, the words “I love you”, the time together, it didn’t seem enough to the two of you, so you showed that love through slow, passionate, sensual sex. You both helped the other through everything life through at you guys, so you both felt like you needed to show just how much you loved the other. 

You were there for him through his fighting days, through his lack of motivation to finish college, through his lack of communication because he was never one to have a full relationship where he felt the way he did with you. He had relationships in the past, but they always ended badly because of his lack of communication and loyalty to the relationship, not cheating; he just didn’t care enough to try. That was until you showed up in his morning class that he was half asleep in, your hair in a lazy pony tail and face bare of any makeup. He was instantly drawn to you because unlike all the other girls, you had a smile on your face even though it was eight o’clock in the morning. Ever since then, nearly three years ago, you have been a part of his life he hopes to never lose.

And the same with you. You had just gotten out of a relationship a few months prior and were convinced guys sucked and you were never going to find the right one. That was until you found Jungkook sitting a few seats away from where you usually sit. At first, you had troubles with Jungkook. He didn’t like to talk about his feelings, he always got into fights every other week and wouldn’t let you in. But you didn’t give up. He showed you how to be happy again and how to live freely. You finally lectured him, telling him that he couldn’t let his life go to shit and he couldn’t like you one day and not the other. He told you he loved you so much it scared him. You couldn’t let him go and that was that. 

The point is; you both mean so much to each other. You couldn’t just not be with the other. It was like Hell on Earth and you both needed the other. 

You laid your head on his bare, sweaty chest. Both of your naked bodies under the blanket, staring at the star lit sky. The lights of the many building vibrant in the dark sky. His arm was wrapped around your waist and the other under his head. After staring at the sky and horizon line for minutes straight, you move your head to rest your chin on Jungkook’s chest. You draw little shapes on his chest as the hand that rested on your waist now plays with your hair that lays on your back, fingers brushing against the skin ever so softly. You look to his face to see a soft smile on his lips, his eyes staring at your face. 

“What?” You ask softly, biting your lip to stop the smile from becoming evident. You lay your cheek on his chest so you’re staring at his face now, the smile becoming wider as he moves his hand to rest on your cheek. 

“Nothing, baby.” He whispers as he pushes away the hair that fell onto your face. “You’re so beautiful.” 

“Oh, stop it.” Your cheeks heat up and you look away from his face, now looking at his chest again. 

“You are Y/N. Thank you for staying with me.” 

“I love you, Jungkook.” You say as you reach up to brush away the sweaty hair from his forehead, then run your finger down his cheek. 

He kisses your cheek. “I love you, Y/N.”

“Come and kiss me like the first time, It’s what your love makes me feel like.” 

-3 Years Later- 

You sat in your kitchen, waiting for the food to cook. You bite on your finger nails and smile down at your hand when a reflect of the light catches your eye. You look down at your new engagement ring, not too big but not small either. Just right, and you were the happiest person alive right now. 

After you and Jungkook graduated college, you both stayed in that apartment for another year, before you bought the house you live in now. You both now have you dream jobs, something you both thought wouldn’t happen. When you both saved enough money, you finally dumped that apartment and not so good neighborhood, then moved into your house. You both loved the house dearly and thought of it as your dream home. It was the biggest house on the block, but it was a decent size for the two of you and any future kids or family that may come to visit. 

It wasn’t until a few weeks ago where you thought something weird was going on with Jungkook. He was going out more with the guys and being secretive, to where it scared you. When he took you back to your happy place, filled with candles and a blanket picnic, and got down on one knee, did it start to make sense. You shed a few tears at his words and question and gladly said yes. 

You both were so damn happy. 

When you were in the middle of cutting peppers, you felt those familiar arms wrap around your waist. You put the knife down and turned around, those familiar lips meeting yours, always feeling that same spark you did when you two first kissed, six years ago. You smile against his lips and he mocks your actions and kisses you cheek. 

You sighed contently as he took off his jacket and told you about his day at work. You smiled as he talked so contently, his smile on his face as he rolled up his sleeves of his dress shirt. You couldn’t help the wide smile that plays over your face as you stare at him. 

“Future wife, what’s got you so happy?” 

“Your love.” 


09.29.17

Keets (Reddie Drabble)

It’s a stupid idea, frankly.

Eddie doesn’t know why this is happening. Or why he’s the one this is happening to. Nevertheless, here he is, his back against his closet door, trying to muffle the mewling erupting from the wooden slats.

“Please, please be quiet.” He whispered to the kitten. He could hear the TV running, thankfully, so he at least had a little bit of time to calm the tabby, but it was only a matter of time until she came up to check on him.

The kitten responded with a sharp yowl. Eddie groaned into his hands.

“I can’t help you if you won’t be quiet,” He said. “My mom will kick you out - you’re filthy.”

The kitten began clawing at the door.

Eddie grimaced at the popping resonating through his too-silent room. He could just imagine the wood splinters on his floor…

He jumped at a thud by his window.

Eddie struggled to his feet, his head a little light after sitting for so long, and went over to the window, looking at the green of his backyard. Outside, the sky was grey and lifeless, devoid of the birds that usually soared through the air.

“Eddiiiiiiiiie!” Richie Tozier whined. “Let me iiiiiiin!!”

Eddie scowled, and stuck his head out the window, glaring down at the curly-haired bastard. “No! Go bother someone else!”

“Well, I guess I could go bother your mom,” Richie accented his statement with an eyebrow wiggle.

Eddie frowned at him. “Take off your shoes before you come in.”

It wasn’t as if Richie needed to be told to do so. He came around enough that he knew the rules and way up by heart. And he always asked permission, which was nice. Eddie never really said no, but he did appreciate the option.

Richie left his shoes upside down on the window sill, thudding softly onto Eddie’s floor with his grey socks. His glasses were foggy from humidity, and his hair was frizzed up like crazy. It was annoyingly endearing.

“What are you doing, anyway?” Richie asked.

“Nothing,” Eddie replied. He was suddenly reminded of the little kitten in his closet, working away at his shirts and door.

“Are you sure?” Richie grinned, “Because ‘nothing’ is making a bit of a ruckus.”

Richie moved towards the closet door, and Eddie jumped to stand in front of him, grinning nervously.

“Are you hiding a girl in there?” Richie asked, mock serious. Eddie rolled his eyes.

“No!”

“You’re right, I should have known better.”

Eddie glared at him.

“C’mon, Eds-”

“Don’t!”

“Just let me see!” He even stuck out his bottom lip. Eddie’s hold on the door softened.

“Fine… just… don’t tell my mom.” He said, softly.

“We don’t do much talking anyway.” Richie grinned. “It’s all the-”

Eddie pinched his arm. “Shut up for like two seconds, alright?”

He yanked open the door.

It was the size of Eddie’s hand, with huge doe eyes that had Eddie’s heart breaking. The picture was ruined by the pile of wood around it and the clawed up peach shirt that had somehow been pulled to the floor.

Richie grins at the sight, at the little tabby rolling around on the hardwood floor. “He’s so cute!”

Before Eddie can stop him, Richie is scooping up the kitten, cradling it in his arms with a dorky, too-wide grin on his face.

“Richie! That thing is filthy!” Eddie says, but Richie has already sat on Eddie’s bed, cooing. The kitten curls its head against the crook of Richie’s elbow, yawning.

Richie tucks his legs into a criss-cross, settling the animal into the warmth of his lap.

“She needs a name.” He grins,

“That implies that I am keeping this cat, which I am not.” Eddie crosses his arms, his lips twitching as the kitten stretches over the fabric of Richie’s shorts.

“I can, then.” Richie offered. “I’ve always wanted a cat.”

“Can you even take care of one?” Eddie grumbled.

Richie twisted his lips, “Good point….”

“We’ll have to take dual custody.” Richie nods, as if the deal is done. “You can be the mom, and you’ll take her for holidays!”

“Why am I the mom?” Eddie complains, but Richie just keeps going.

“I’ll be the piss poor dad who takes her to the park and arrives late for conferences.”

“If you do that, I’m taking full custody.” Eddie says.

Richie gasps, and clutches the kitten to his chest. “How could you! This is our child! I thought you loved me!”

Eddie, despite himself, lets out a chuckle. Richie lays back and lets her crawl up his chest.

“I like Olivia.” He says, staring down at his chest. “For a name, I mean.”

Eddie walks forward, and reaches a hand out to rest on Olivia’s spine. “I like that.” He runs his fingers over the curve of her back, and watches her arch into it, purring. “And… maybe I’ll help you take care of her.” He flicks his eyes up at Richie, who’s watching him with a soft smile.

“What?” Eddie grumbles.

“Nothing,” Richie says, wrenching his eyes away. He scratches Olivia behind the ears.

“Just… you look happy.”

title: a wasp on the length of my arm

rating: t

pairing: klance

tags: modern au, childhood best friends au, trans guy keith, anxiety, miscommunication, mild angst later on, all that good good stuff. also lots of best friends tho. it took me a billion years but i decided to upload this finally as 2 separate chapters so

ch 1 of 2

ao3

Keith and Lance have been friends since elementary school.

This surprises most people when they first see them interact. Keith acts like he hates Lance, and Lance acts like they’re rivals, but in reality they joined at the hip in second grade and never separated, and maybe it’s because they’ve known each other so long that they act the way that they do. Lance is annoying, and Keith isn’t afraid to tell him that, and Keith is a hothead, and Lance isn’t afraid to call him out on it. It’s a weird equilibrium, a give-and-take that Keith has yet to experience with any of his other friends, but it works so well for them that Keith tries not to think too much about it.

alternatively titled: the klance childhood best friends au where keith isnt sure what they are anymore and lance is bad at talking about his feelings

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Notes (Bucky Barnes X Reader)

HEY GUYS CELEBRATING 50 FOLLOWERS WITH WHAT I HOPE TURNS OUT TO BE AN EXTRA LONG AND CUTE IMAGINE? ENJOY LOVES

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

For as long as you’ve known Bucky, you’ve known him to be a quiet and reserved person. You understood why, of course, and you never pushed him past his comfort zone. Though, over the past few months you have tried to weasel your way past his walls and become his friend. Honestly, it was one of your main goals for the last four months. 

You were running out of ideas, though. You tried talking to him, cracking jokes, anything and everything you could think of to get the guy to like you. Still, he kept his reserved thing going on around you, which made you mad. You were just about to give up, until a new idea struck you. 

You were sitting in the television room of the Avenger Tower, frowning after your latest attempt at becoming Bucky’s friend had backfired.  You didn’t even notice Sam walk into the room and sit beside you. 

“What’s got you so down in the dumps, (y/n)?” He asked as he plopped down on the couch, making you slightly bounce in your seat.

“Oh nothing. i’m fine. What’s up with you?” You tried to dodge his question, flashing a smile at him, causing him to chuckle. 

“Oh nothing,” he started, mocking your tone, “just getting read to leave for a mission.” At this statement you quirked your eyebrows, as you hadn’t heard anyone was leaving for a mission. 

“Oh? Is it a solo mission?” You asked, becoming interested. You wanted to know where he was going in case he needed backup. No matter how annoying Sam was to you, he was still one of your good friends. 

“Oh no, Barnes is coming with me, and maybe Nat. It’s just a day mission, we should be back late tonight,” Sam filled you in, and then he stared at you expectantly. 

“Ugh, a day mission. I get to play mom and pack you all lunches,” You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly.  

When you arrived at the tower, you were very quiet and shy. In your life before the tower, you didn’t have many friends, and survived on your own, often homeless. You weren’t used to all the nice people and things, and it kind of overwhelmed you. So for the first couple of months of your residence, you spent most of your time in your room. 

Eventually, you loosened up, and your protective, loving, and fluffy side was coaxed out of you. This side of you took up long-term residency, making you a genuinely bubbly and sweet person most of the time. You had a motherly sort of nature towards the rest of the group, even though you were one of the youngest.

This motherly side of you was discovered when, one day, half the team was called for an all day mission. They were going to spend most of there time cooped up all day observing their target. You decided that they were probably going to be super hungry, so you took it upon yourself to pack them lunches. When you gave it to them just before they left, they all laughed and thanked you. From then on, you made everyone lunches when they were going out on all-day missions. It was kind of your thing. 

You smiled at the memory, but were brought back to reality by Sam snapping his fingers in front of your face. You giggled and turned your attention back to him. 

“Right, well it looks like I am going to have to go pack three lunches, just in case Nat does go with you boys,” You said finally, hoisting yourself up off the couch. You made your way out into the kitchen, pulling three brown paper bags out from one of the cabinets. 

You wrote ‘Sam’ on one with a little heart next to his name, like you did with everyone. After you did ‘Bucky’ with a few extra hearts scattered around. Finally, you did ‘Nat <3′ with the annoying internet heart you reserved just for your best friend. 

Once you finished making the lunches and packing them into each bag, you were about to roll the bags closed, when an idea sprung into your head. You ran out of the room and into the living room, where you knew Wanda’s multicolored Sharpies were located. Grabbing the purple Sharpie and a little blue post-it-note, you ran back into the kitchen. You scribbled hastily, before slipping the post-it into Bucky’s lunch, and sealing them up.

Twenty minutes later you stood to the side as the three Avengers got their mission brief. Once it was over, you walked up to them with a smile. 

“Okay, kiddos, be safe, have fun, and don’t do anything stupid. Here’s your lunches,” with that, you gave each of them their assigned lunch.

“Yes mother, thank you for the lunch. I’ll try to come home in one piece,”Sam joked, but you glared at him.

“You better come home in one piece, birdbrain,” you said seriously, though you cracked a smile after, “Off you go, guys, bye-bye!” With that, they all left.

Two hours later, Bucky, Sam, and Nat were sitting in what was virtually a hole, bored out of their minds. 

“Guys, I’m bored, lunch time?” Sam asked, and his two colleagues nodded. They all brought out their lunches, unrolling the bag and eagerly pulling everything out. They wolfed down their food, enjoying every bite. Their favorite thing about having (y/n) pack their lunches, is that she knew all their favorite foods, and put together the best lunches for each. 

Bucky finished his last, as he was still keeping his eye on the target as he ate. He was just about to crumple up the bag, when a flash of electric blue caught his eye at the bottom of it. He reached in, and took out a small slip of paper from inside. He noticed (y/n)’s messy cursive writing and smiled, reading the paper. 

Hey Bucky!

So I don’t know if you noticed, but I’ve been trying to become your friend for a long time. But nothing works. So yup. Enjoy your lunch :)

Bucky laughed, though he was confused. He didn’t notice you trying to become his friend, and he figured he must just be blind as a bat with rusty people skills. By now, Nat and Sam noticed the paper, and were giving him questioning looks. He simply passed the note to Nat, who read it and then passed it to Sam. 

“Dude, you have to talk to her when you get home! Having her as a friend is like the best thing to ever happen to you,” Sam whisper-shouted, and Nat nodded vigorously in agreement. 

“Okay, okay. I can’t believe I never noticed,” Bucky chuckled at his own obliviousness. Suddenly, he couldn’t wait for this mission to be over so he could see you again. 

Okay guys, not my best work, but I hope you enjoy. Happy 50 followers!

See Me

Summary: Modern AU Professor Tom creates a worry-free evening for his elementary school teacher wife after a long week at work.

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Rating/Warning: M - Possibly me being overly cautious.  Perhaps not everyone’s cup of tea.  Contains use of “Daddy” and things of that nature.  Non-explicit shenanigans.  You have been warned.  

Author’s Notes:  This is for @i-wanna-be-toms-body-pillow so blame her.  <3

He met her at the door.

It had been such a difficult week.

A week of assessments and stress and suits in state offices deciding what “standards” meant.

A week of runny noses and tears and little hands that always needed something.

A week of never ending reports and meetings and late nights.

But now she was home.

Now she was in his arms.

Now she could rest.

Now she could cry.

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Bluebird- Chapter 2

Prompt/Summary: This is the continuation of the album challenge fic.  You know the boys before they go off to war.  This whole fic was actually inspired by the song and by this Gif set: http://mamalaz.tumblr.com/post/156497052177/mamalaz-howard-and-peggy-travel-to-the-future 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: time travel

Word Count: 712

Author’s Note:   I said I was going to make it better.  I didn’t say I would do it right away. 

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5


Originally posted by marveldcuniv3rse

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Body image and outer beauty is becoming more and more of an issue and a cause of much stress and self-hate. This is made even WORSE because of social media. Somewhere and somehow, whether it be on Instagram or Tumblr, a photo of a seemingly perfect girl with all the right curves in all the right places, subtle muscle definition, and an angelic face, most likely clad in a bikini, will pop up one way or another. DO NOT COMPARE YOURSELF TO THESE PEOPLE PLEASE.

You see, us mortals can never win.

Society’s ‘ideal’ image of beauty is constantly changing. Take eyebrows for example. Eyebrows, guys. Never used to be a thing. Everyone in the 90s/early 2000s was plucking and tweezing them, trying to make them as thin as possible. And now? Well, you probably know. Bushy, dark, defined, statement-making eyebrows; the Cara-Delevigne-brows-on-fleek movement was relatively recent. Nobody wants thin eyebrows now. Likewise, becoming ‘strong not skinny’ and toned was an extremely recent movement- even 5 years before girls simply aimed to be extremely waifish and thin.


I know you must hear this all the time, but please, please, please, PLEASE LOVE YOUR BODY AND THE WAY YOU LOOK AND ACCEPT YOURSELF. Because once you start doing this, life will become so much easier. Because you will start to see what a happy, vibrant and BEAUTIFUL being you truly are. Now, I’m not saying that aiming to improve the way you look is BAD- it’s GREAT! Yes, these beautiful people serve as good motivation and working hard at your body FEELS GOOD, especially when results start to show. But be realistic. Don’t set yourself the goal of looking like Candice Swanepoel or Alexis Ren. Because let’s get real; their bodies are not the bodies of a regular, average human being. I know it’s difficult, but try not to compare yourself to other people. Focus on being the best version of YOU and no one else. Because you are so worth it. And you deserve every drop of love that you have to give, because in the end, only you have the power to determine your happiness. Why spend your life wishing you had someone else’s body when you have your own perfectly functioning body tailored PERSONALLY to you that loves and adores you- it’s waiting for you to love it back.

Only One For Me

Anonymous requested: Could you do a gamora x reader where someone keeps flirting with the reader and gamora gets jealous but she doesn’t want the reader to know but the reader finds out anyway and reassures gamora she only wants her

Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy
Pairing: Gamora x reader
Word count: 1.5k

Tags: @geeky-girl-394 @thebreakerofchains @fortheloveofbenyandtom @zombieannamilton @high–power @im-in-love-with-a-fictional-girl

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The following 4k of kinkfic was originally written on the Stridercest discord server (with a super big thanks to everyone who read and liked it ;w;) and has since been edited and lightly roasted for your tumblr reading pleasure.

Alpha Dave / Dirk, includes consensual drugging and negotiated non-consensual roleplay, because I have very specific kinks. >>;

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Take a Chance: A Modern Magical Fairytale

Second in a trio of lesbian fairy tales for Abby. Inspired by this post for @blimeyhermione. Sorry it took so long, doll. See the other two here and here.


Ava Monroe was not a particularly outgoing girl. She was a notorious homebody, with a deep love of books and cuddling. She had always wanted to be a famous writer. It was the one extroverted wish in her tremendously introverted heart. To be adored for her words and the creation of worlds.

She was a good writer, with a flair for the romantic, but exposure was hard to come by when you feared rejection more than solitude; when you created more colorful lands in your imagination than existed in the real world. So Ava started wishing. She wished every night for a publisher to take a chance on her—on one book. That’s all she would need, she was sure of it. And so, she waited, she wrote, she submitted, and she wished. And, unlike our mundane reality where that might not be enough, something magical happened—with just a little nudge.

Ava was home after work, sitting with her tea in her hands and her feet tucked underneath her on the couch. She heard a knock at her door. She looked at it for a moment, and then went back to watching the movie. She wasn’t home for whoever was there. She hadn’t ordered food, and no one was supposed to come over, anyway. The knock came again. Ava rolled her eyes and increased the volume. And then, the air crackled with energy and a flash of lightning came from under her door. Ava yelped in shock.

“Mortal, if I must knock a third time, you will not like what happens to the door. Open it,” came a clear, lightly accented voice. Ava shivered. She steeled herself and stood. She padded quietly to the door and opened it the tiniest crack, to see who it was.

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Green Light (Oliver)

inspired by Lorde - Green Light. where the love between the two of you has grown apart, but you still find some feelings inside you that you want to get rid of. *green light = the traffic light that lets you move on

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There has been so much on your mind. A little too much. You knew from the beginning that you and Oliver wouldn’t work, but there was something that couldn’t explain that made you fall for him. Correction: made you fell for him. You try to forget about him. But every day, when you pass by him in the hallway or sit at the same Gryffindor table during dinner, you can’t help but glance at his direction. How has he been?  

Thought you said that you would always be in love
But you’re not in love no more

You lower your head as you enter the common room. You leave dinner earlier than everyone else, so there isn’t anyone in the room. You sit down and sink into the red cushions as memories begin to flood back into your mind.

Red, blue, yellow lights were glistening across the dance floor, and you danced to the rhythm of the music. “Don’t move,” Oliver whispered to you.

You looked at him, surprised by his sudden statement while furrowing your eyebrows. “Why?”

“Just don’t.” He replied. You followed suit, and he looked into your eyes before closing them again and kissing you on the lips. The kiss grew more passionate, and you smiled against his lips. You were pretty close with the boy before the night, and this kiss was the ignition to everything between the two of you.

Did it frighten you, how we kissed when we danced on the light up floor?

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Dean / New Feelings

Your name: submit What is this?

“I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” Dean huffed, putting the car in park and staring at the fancy dining hall in front of you two.

“Look, you agreed to it, now let’s get it over with.” you said firmly. You didn’t want to be there either, but you felt obligated. It was your friend Abbie’s birthday tonight, and her parents were throwing her an extravagant, over-the-top party, as usual. You hadn’t been to one of her parties in years (because you absolutely hated them), but you decided to come to this one because it was her 21st birthday. Plus, she really needed you there; you were the only person who she could complain about the party to.

You didn’t want to seem like an outcasted loser who’s been hunting monsters and hasn’t lived a normal life in almost four years, so you begged Dean to come with you. People who went to your high school would be there, and you wanted to seem like you were succeeding in life. The last thing you wanted was to be talked about.

“This dinner that you’re paying for better be freaking worth it.” Dean grumbled. He shut off the engine and got out of the car. You followed suit, readjusting your new (and really fucking expensive) red floor-length dress. You were annoyed that you had to buy a really nice dress for the occasion, but you couldn’t deny that you felt sexy in it.

You and Dean walked up the steps to the dining hall. “Just, be nice, Dean. Please.” you plead to him.

“I’ll try my best. You know I hate these things.” Dean stepped forward and opened the door for you, catching you off-guard. The gesture was simple, but it made your heart flutter.

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Neither of us dares to speak. I enter the shared accommodation after him. Tension grows more the closer we are with the other’s body. This time I honestly do not know what’s wrong or if I have done something wrong. I have been a fair travel buddy all along because I don’t want to cause something that might deteriorate this supposedly amazing and positive vacation. Or worse: end this vacation.

After locking the door, I turn around and catch him glaring at my way. “I absolutely don’t know why you’re mad at me, Taron.”

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In Endless Time With You [Sakamaki Ayato x Reader]

Title: In Endless Time With You

Chapter: Night 1

Word Count: 2112

Summary: [Name] and Ayato practically live in a dreamful state, preparing for their wedding day and looking forward to spending the rest of their days together. But as the new Vampire King, Ayato faces unforeseen challenges, calls for war, and dire issues that may cut his time short with his new bride. Will the two of them be strong enough to stay on each other’s paths forever or will the sudden diversions of life make sure that they never cross paths again? Time is of essence. [Sakamaki Ayato x Reader]

Author’s Note: Here is the promised 1K+ Special fan-fiction series starring the winner of the poll, Sakamaki Ayato. Please enjoy and give me feedback or your thoughts about the first chapter! I would love to hear what you guys are feeling, and it helps me write the chapters faster!

The sun was setting peacefully in the west and coloring the sky with a rosy gold glow as [Name] sat outside watching and waiting for the return of her beloved. Fidgeting with the diamond encrusted ring on her finger, [Name] wondered how much money Ayato had to save and scrape up to purchase it from the jewelry store. When Karlheinz died, he left no money for his sons, prompting Ayato to attend college in the daytime and spend his evenings working at the local convenience store to earn a wage.

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Forbidden Love

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 ||

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1210


“You make my heart shake, bend and break but I can’t turn away and it’s driving me wild, you’re driving me wild…” [🎵 ]


You choked down your heavy sobs and wiped your cheeks as you stood on the patio of your best friends house. You took deep breaths in and out, trying to suppress your pain and anger.

Your fist connected with the wooden door of the house and knocked. It took a while for someone to finally answer. You heard the twist of a lock and the door swung open, revealing a tall figure with chestnut brown hair, dressed in sweatpants and a loose jumper.

Chanyeol’s signature smile broke you, and you burst back into tears, running to him and tightly wrapping your arms around his torso. You pressed your face into his chest as sobs escaped your throat. You felt Chanyeol wrap his own muscular limbs around your smaller figure, enveloping you in his warmth. He didn’t question why you were crying and simply rubbed your back and whispered phrases such as “There, there it’s alright. Just let it all out.”

Eventually, your sobs subsided and you were still wrapped in his arms, sharply inhaling air as you calmed down from your outburst. Chanyeol took this opportunity to pull you inside the house. He closed the door, walked you to the living room couch and sat you down. He disappeared into the kitchen for a while and you were left to bask in your thoughts. Chanyeol returned with a mug of hot chocolate and he handed it to you before taking a seat next to you. You sipped on the sweet, warm liquid in an attempt to stop your sharp breaths.

Looking up, you saw his deep brown eyes swim with concern as he asked you what was wrong.

“He… he cheated on me,” you managed to breathe out. Your mind flashed back to the events of earlier that night and the images of that woman on top of your boyfriend, in your shared apartment, came flooding back. His surprised face, when he saw you standing in the doorway, haunted you, and you struggled to hold back more tears.

Chanyeol’s eyes seemed to harden at your statement and his eyebrows creased into a frown. “That asshole,” he spat, “I can’t believe he would do that to you.”

You nodded in agreement as the images kept appearing in your mind, and you re-lived the overwhelming moment of walking through that doorway and seeing your boyfriend of 6 months with another woman.

An overwhelming pain crept up into your chest and you felt your heart breaking all over again. Your face scrunched and you felt more bitter tears fall from your reddened eyes. Chanyeol pressed the drink to your lips and you tried to swallow the soothing liquid, only to choke sending you into a coughing fit. The cup was removed from your hand and set on the coffee table. Hard blows were made against your back as Chanyeol tried to stop your coughing.

You stopped choking and you swallowed your remaining coughs. Tears clouded your vision and you felt your body heat up. Your hands flew to your face. “I’m such a mess,” you cried out, still sobbing into your palms. You felt a familiar pair of arms envelope you once again. “Why do I keep falling for the wrong guys,” you whimpered. “Why am I so stupid!”

“You’re not stupid Y/N,” cooed Chanyeol.

“Yes I am, he’s just like the others now!”

Chanyeol pulled your hands away from your face and turned your head towards him. “Maybe you can change that, you don’t have to keep making the same mistake,” he whispered. His brown orbs bore into yours and his hands brushed a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. A small smile spread across his lips as he looked willingly into your still teary eyes.

You broke the stare, “I don’t know what to do anymore Chanyeol,” you sighed.

“You shouldn’t be with someone who hurts you,” he stated, reaching for your hands. He squeezed them gently and you looked back up at him with a pout. “But I love him,” you whispered.

Chanyeol sucked his lips into his mouth and simply stared. He let out a deep sigh before asking what you wanted to do.

“I don’t know,” you replied, “I’m too tired to think right now.” You leant over to rest your heavy head against his shoulder and you closed your eyes, intertwining your fingers into the large hand that gripped yours.

The two of you sat in silence for what seemed like hours. You were too distraught to function and you felt incredibly comfortable in the embrace of your best friend since high school. Your thoughts wandered back to the times when Chanyeol and you would walk to school together, talking about everything and nothing. The times you would help each other cheat in tests and buy each other snacks after school. He was so happy for you when you met your first boyfriend, and there to comfort you when he cheated on you. Your lips curled ever so slightly as the memories played in your head.

“Why do you put up with me?” you asked suddenly, looking back up to his face.

“Hm?”

“Why have you stuck with me for so long even though I keep making these stupid mistakes?”

Chanyeol seemed anxious at your questions, his grip tightened on your fingers. “Why do you think I have?” he asked. You gave him a faint smile and released his hand, placing both your own on his broad shoulders.

“Because you’re my best friend,” you answered. You leant forward and hugged him, breathing in his calming musk. Chanyeol let out a halfhearted chuckle and reluctantly returned the hug.

“Can I stay here tonight please?” you mumbled into his jumper.

“Of course you can,” he responded.

You pulled away and thanked him dearly. He simply beamed at you, got off the couch and led you to his room. He pulled out shorts and a t-shirt for you to change into and waited for you outside the bathroom door. Once you had snuggled into his clothes he tucked you into bed. “Can you please stay with me tonight?” you begged, “I just feel so alone right now.” Chanyeol gave you that signature smile again before turning off the lights to his room and crawling into bed with you.

You snuggled up against his chest and he draped an arm over your torso.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” you stated, “about not making the same mistakes again. So I think I should at least give him a chance to fix things between us.” Chanyeol simply hummed in response and you were too tired to question him about his thoughts on your decision. It wasn’t long before you drifted into sleep in the warm embrace of your best friend.

Chanyeol could tell by the sound of your breathing that you were asleep. He looked down to your peaceful face and stroked your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I love you so much Y/N, if only you knew how I felt about you.” He placed a loving kiss on your forehead and pulled you closer to him. It wasn’t long before the drag of sleep pulled him out of consciousness.


A/N: This was inspired by the song “Wild” by Troye Sivan. I might continue this but I’m not sure yet.