the way she sits does all the things to me

The Thing That Kept Him Safe

Pairings/Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers

Warnings: TWS Bucky, Violence, blood

Summary: No one knew how they used to control The Winter Soldier back in the day but Steve thinks he has finally found it.

Word Count: 2613

A/N: I missed writing so I finished this and I hope it’s alrightttt! Thank you for being patient as fuck while I’m on my hiatus and HOLY FUCK THANK YOU FOR 700+ READERS!!!!!! Thank you so much to @stevette60​ for requesting this awesome fic!

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Class Dismissed

 Request:  Can you do a Chris Beck x reader where Chris is teaching new NASA recruits and the reader is one of the students and they are both super attracted to each other and like smuuuttt please

Pairing: Dr. Chris Beck x Reader

Warnings: language, unprotected sex (please use condoms), mentions of hospital stay.

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Originally posted by my-dragons-fell-out

My first day as a NASA employee, you could say I’m nervous. But also so excited for this new chapter in my life. I was at a horrible time in my life, I was constantly sick for about 3 months, been to doctor to doctor to doctor, and no one seemed able to help me. I had given up hope, and the only person I was relying on more than anything, my boyfriend of 3 years, went ahead and cheated on me. And you know what makes it even worse? It was cliche, he was cheating on me with my best fucking friend, and I found out on the day I found out what was wrong with me. I had just found out I had sepsis, and they caught it just in time. I was hospitalised for 3 weeks while they pumped antibiotics and fluids, while battling depression. Neither him nor her came to see me once in the hospital. Once I got out I had a new lease on life, and so far I’ve never seen either of them again. I enrolled for the NASA recruit program, and I was accepted. I’m here today, about to met my instructor. I’ve met a few of the students, and they’re pretty cool so far.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write sleepy Eren kissing Mikasa in front of everyone and not realizing what he just did. They aren't together so everyone is like wait..did they..?? He wakes up and goes straight to the kitchen where Mikasa and Historia are finishing up cooking breakfast and the rest of squad is sitting at the table waiting. Eren passes everyone going straight to Mikasa. He kisses her and mumbles good morning before sitting down at the table.


Pairing: Eren/Mikasa || Rating: K  || Words: 594 || [AO3]

Warnings: none

A/N: This was such a cute request! Thank you very much :3 This is from Armin’s POV, and it takes place right after Hanji performs experiments on Eren :)

“How’s Eren?”

“He’d be fine if Hanji-san could control herself.”

He doesn’t miss the violent manner her chopping begins to take.

“Mikasa… She apologized already. She’s just… eccentric when it comes to her research.”

She sets down the knife and sighs, gathering potato peels into her hands.

“Eren is fine. His fever went down.” As she tosses the peels, he notes the slight swell of skin beneath her eyes.

“You were there all night, weren’t you?”

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xyourpinksky  asked:

Hi! Please, can you do a BTS reaction to their idol gf being in a girl group and the members of this group sing, rap, dance but also play instruments in some performances and some MVs (like AOA)? P.S. their gf is a drummer, dancer and vocalist! :)

A/N: Sure thing! Thank you so much for your request! We hope you enjoy!♡

- ❤ Kat & Sar💖

BTS Reacts To Their Idol Gf’s Different Talents

Jungkook:  Your boyfriend Jungkook and his other members were all on a variety show that you were watching on TV. The hosts pose a questions towards Jungkook. “Jungkook, have you seen (Y/N) and her group’s new performance? They looked really good out there!” Jungkook starts to get shy at the mention of your name. The other members start to hoot and holler, playfully shoving their maknae around. He can’t stop smiling, “Yes, I have. They are all so talented!” The ooh’s and aww’s begin once again, and Jungkook starts to blush. “Kookie! Do an impression of (Y/N) performing!” He blushes and smiles even more as he stands up to imitate you on stage. You start to smile at the sight of your adorable boyfriend on TV. Suddenly, he bursts into dance, shaking his hips and wiggling his butt as he smiles shyly at the camera. You burst out laughing. He switches all of sudden, and starts imitating you on the drums, tapping his feet and rocking out on his imaginary instrument. Tears of laughter form in your eyes at the sight of your boyfriend. The rest of BTS as well as the hosts of the show are all cheering him on, laughing as well. Eventually, Jungkook’s impression comes to a halt. He looks at everyone else as he says, “She does it way better than me.” Earning a laugh from everyone. He sits down once again. “I’m so proud of her.” He says nodding. The chorus of aww’s begin once again, “She’s worked so hard, I hope many good things come to her and the other members of the group.” Jungkook smiles once again, looking at the camera. Everyone else nods in agreement. “(group name) Fighting!” Says Jungkook as he smiles into the camera.

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Jimin: Jimin would be backstage at Inkigayo, preparing for BTS’ turn to perform their stage. But when he sees your group on the TV he just has to stop and watch in awe. Jimin would be unable to stop smiling as he watched you. You’d look so beautiful and passionate and you would make him the proudest mochi in the world. During the whole performance he’d turn to other groups backstage, smiling and pointing at the screen. “That’s my girlfriend! Ah why is she so cute!” He would say this many times along with random shouts from watching you. To others he would look absolutely silly with a giant grin never leaving his face and his giggles filling the air. “Is she done? I need to go hug my amazing girlfriend! She did so well!” He’d say, a light blush dusting his cheeks while the other members just laughed, seeing how in love he was with you.

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Taehyung: You and your group would be at MAMA and BTS would be sitting in the crowd. All the members would be doing their own things when groups came on. Namjoon would be bobbing his head along to the music, Jungkook would either just be watching or passionately singing along. And your boyfriend, Taehyung, would of course be singing and dancing along to the performances, his rectangular smile constantly appearing. But, when it comes time for your group to come on, he freezes. Instead of dancing along enthusiastically, he stops and stares. He would be left breathless watching you, how you just let the music and dance flow through you, the rest of the world disappearing and only you and the stage existed. Taehyung’s eyes would be wide open, and his mouth would hang open just a little, so enraptured by you. When your performance comes to a close, he would snap out of his reverie. Standing up, he would clap and yell the loudest for you. Watching you walk off, he can’t help but thank his lucky stars that you chose him.

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Hoseok: You walk in on your boyfriend on the computer. “What are you doing, Hobi?” You say, teasing him slightly. He was watching one of your performances on Youtube. He giggles, “Look at you! You look so pretty!.” He pauses on a close up of you. You blush, “Stop!” You giggle. “Seriously! And look at this one!” He goes to click on another video and skips to another closeup of you, this time playing the drums. “Wow~! Look at my girlfriend! So pretty~!” He says, fanboying over you. You giggle again, “Am I your bias, then?”  He looks at you, “No, my bias is (another member’s name), you’re my bias wrecker.” You playfully gasp and gently punch him on his shoulder. “What?! I’m not your favorite?! How could you~!” You start to jokingly pout and cry. Hoseok laughs and pulls you onto his lap. “I’m joking! You’re my absolute favorite!” You still pretend to be sad, so he clicks on another video of you singing, “Look, look! Awww~! So pretty!” He scrunches up his faces and dramatically clenches his hand over his heart. You giggle and kiss his cheek. “That’s right. I better be your favorite!” You say, laughing. He kisses you back, “You make me so proud!” He hugs you tight, bringing warmth to your heart and a giant smile to your face. “Hobi~!” You say, hugging him back.

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Namjoon:  You and your group would be preparing for a tour. So, for the past few days you guys hadn’t talked to each other much. He knew that you would be leaving soon, so he decided that he would surprise you by coming to your stage checks. Once he got there, however, he would be the one in for a surprise. He’d never seen you so focused and he would watch how hard you were working to play correctly and hit those hard notes as well as going through the dances with so much energy that it seemed like you guys just started practicing. He watched you in awe, proud of how hardworking you were but still somehow managing to make time for him. Namjoon would smile to himself while continuing to watch you prepare for the tour. When your group was done, he vowed to himself that he would put as much passion into his work as you do before making his way over towards you. He would pull you into a tight hug, not letting go until he was sure you understood how much he loved you.

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Yoongi: You and Yoongi are laying in bed. With your head resting on his chest, you two were watching random videos on Youtube on Yoongi’s phone. You two just finished watching a funny cat video, when he starts to type something into the search engine. Curious as to what he was doing, you watched the screen intently. You realize he’s typing the name of your group’s new MV. You let out a small laugh, “What are you up to, Yoongi?” He taps on the thumbnail, prompting the app to begin playing the video. He begins smiling smugly. “Ah, you’re so talented (Y/N). Look at you.” It cuts to a scene of you playing your drums. “Woah~! That look you gave the camera!” He chuckles, squeezing your shoulders a bit. You hide your face in his chest, embarrassed. There was a another shot of you in the video, looking into the camera as you sang. “Ah! That’s not fair, you know! How dare you! My heart hurts now!” “Stop it!” You say, even though you’re clearly smiling. He kisses your forehead, “Seriously though, I’m proud of you, (Y/N)” “Thank you, Yoongi.” You say, hugging him tightly.

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Seokjin: You and Jin are in the kitchen cooking up dinner for tonight. You are cutting vegetables as he is stirring the food and adding different seasonings. The TV was playing in the background, and suddenly you hear one of your own songs playing. “Ah! This one is my favorite!” He runs to the living room with an apron around his waist and a spatula in his hand. He starts dancing along with you and your group on TV, singing into his spatula microphone. He even sings along to the fan chants the crowd was making. You were staring at him from the kitchen. “Jin, stop!” You scold.  He looks at you, almost a little hurt. You start smiling, walking over to the counter to grab another spatula. “You’re doing it wrong! It’s like this!” You say, walking over to him and showing him the right way. He smiles and laughs, as you two dance your hearts out in your living room.

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Different | Prologue

Summary: You weren’t like them. You didn’t submit yourself to experiments, unlike them, you didn’t have a choice in becoming what you were. Now, years later Mr. Stark has sent you over to Queens to watch over one of his newest proteges in order to get your mind off of your sister.

Word Count: 594

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader/Spiderman x Reader

Prologue | 1 |2 | 3 |

You don’t think you dream, for all you see when you sleep are memories, thoughts of everything, and everyone you’ve ever encountered. You dream of your siblings, your family, whatever you could remember from the earliest images of your parents. You sometimes dream of the moment of salvation, where Tony Stark rescued you from the American Government facilities. You dream of your brother’s last words to you before going off on what you never could have imagined would be his first and last mission. You dream of your sister’s last smile to you, before going off, disappearing, never to come back, and that’s when you wake up.

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Fetish [Epilogue]

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9

Mini Series Genre: AU/Smut/Fluff/Angst

A/N: It’s short but it’s how I wanted to end it all so I hope you enjoy <3

“Happy birthday, baby,” I cooed softly in her ear.

She stirred in her sleep, smiling as my lips landed just below her jawline.

“Jinyoungie,” she croons, body pressing back against mine.

Her voice is gravelly from her slumber, but still so delicate. Her airy breaths always take mine away.

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Blue Messages Ch. 3


Relationship: Keith/Lance
Warnings: panic attacks
Word Count: 2052
Chapter 3 Summary: 
The team tells Keith there is a possibility of Lance being dead, but he refuses to listen. And he finds an unexpected list written for him by Lance.

“I just walked into the hangar and she bonded with me.”
“She bonded with you?” Allura asked.
“Yeah, why? Does that mean something I don’t know?”
“Lions are only meant to bond with one paladin, Keith.”

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“Can you do an angsty Tyler Joseph fic where they get into a fight, and it ends really, really badly?” from @theathellama .

Gif is not mine!

Word count: 1734

Originally posted by trashy-extras

“Here you are! One vanilla sundae with chocolate drizzle!” She says with a broad smile as she sets the cup in front of me with a large red spoon stuck in the dairy treat. I thank her, as she takes the seat across from me with her cookie dough cone, licking up the side to catch the drips.

On this blustery June afternoon, she insisted that we stop by this shop that makes their homemade ice cream. We both always wanted to try it, and it’s certainly living up to the expectations after I take my first bite. Of course, I wasn’t too fond of going, and I told her that. All I wanted to do was sit in my house and write songs like I have been all this week. I’ve been in a creative funk lately, so it’s more like scribbling a few words before pitching into the overflowing bin next to the desk. When she showed up on my doorstep uninvited with crossed arms and a raised brow, I knew I was going either way. But anytime I get to spend with her is valuable. Compared to her cheerful personality, mine is just dreary. While she finds something positive about every situation, I find the negative. She’s as bright as the sun, and I’m as dull as the moon during the day. But when I’m with her, I smile bigger, laugh harder, and fall deeper. Too bad, I don’t know if she feels the same, and.. maybe I don’t want to find out.

“Did Josh tell you about that party he’s having tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Dunno if I’m going. You know parties aren’t my thing.” I scoop up another spoonful.

Her bottom lip juts out in a pout. “I know, it’s just I won’t know anyone there if you don’t go, except Josh and Dylan, but I don’t know them super well like you do.”

My brows come together at the second name as I slide the spoon out of my mouth. “Yeah, not going, sorry,” I respond with a cold tone, then look back down at my sundae. Of course, what I just stated is a bold-faced lie. I know exactly who he is: Josh’s new acquaintance that he met at the skate park a few weeks ago. He’s got two sleeves of tattoos, long blonde hair that’s always pulled back into a bun, thick glasses, and to top it all off: he’s from Austrailia. That’s not the part that strikes a nerve with me. Nope, the part that drives me up a wall is if I mention a hobby of mine, he’ll claim that he does it, too, but more extravagantly. More simply, he’s one-upping me, and only me. Anytime someone else mentions something, he’ll hand them a compliment, but I have to sit in the dark while he takes away all the thunder. I try not to let it get to me, but fuck, sitting through it all the time the four of us hang out does grow old fast. Maybe he’s trying to get rid of me? A stupid thing to think, honestly, and I try not to see it that way. He could be a good guy just being friendly, but my pessimistic brain thinks otherwise.

“Why not, Tyler?”

“Told you once before, I don’t party. Besides, I need to write for the new album.”

She lets out an annoyed huff. “You need a break from writing, you’ve been at for the past two weeks! You’ll get burnt out.” She’s right, always is, but my stubbornness isn’t going away so easily.

“Well I mean, this is Josh and I’s career you’re talking about.” I retort then her brows pull together in confusion.

“Um, okay. It’s only one night Tyler. I’m not asking for you to take a month off. What’s wrong with you?”

I shake my head. “Nothing.. sorry. Can we just go, please?” I pick up the empty container, then walk over the exit, tossing it into the bin as she follows behind. She pops the last bit of the cone in her mouth, then falls in step with me to the car.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” All I do is nod in response. “Oh.. well I won’t force you to go if you don’t want to, but afterward do you want to hang out and watch movies all night? We could order pizza, take out, or whatever?”

A small smile appears on my lips. “Yeah, I’d like that. Thanks (Y/N),”

“Anything for my best friend, Ty!”

Best friend. Man, what I would give to be something more.

* * *

“Yeah, that works!” I exclaim after halfheartedly singing the new lyrics I scrawled down in my notebook. “Now, I just have to work on the actual music.” My left-hand rests against my cheek while the other taps the pencil against the book. This is pretty much what I’ve been doing since I departed the ice cream shop, this and a long nap. Too bad Josh isn’t here, this album would be finished so much faster, but he’s too busy hanging out with Dylan. Just the thought of his name halts the tapping against the desk and causes me to grit my teeth. Why does everyone like him so much? What does he have that I don’t? Better looks, more talent, a sharper tongue? I just don’t understand.

A knock on the door brings my attention away from the scribbled pages, then onto the time displayed on the bedside clock. That must be (Y/N), but why is she so early? It’s only ten, and the party only started an hour ago. Pushing my chair away from the desk, I head into the foyer then peer into the peephole to find (Y/N). However, when I open the door to greet her with a smile, it drops faster than a pen when I see Dylan step out from behind her to pull me in for a hug. I grimace at his friendliness, then pat him on the shoulder before he lets go and steps inside. My brown eyes fall on (Y/N) as she steps forward; she senses the angry held within them because she apologizes quietly. “He wanted to watch movies, too, Tyler.” No, that’s it. I can’t deal with this anymore. Dylan is not ruining any more moments for me, especially when it involves her.

“Can I talk to you please?” I mutter through gritted teeth, then grab her hand and drag her inside past Dylan, who gives us a confused look.

“The movies are in the cabinet in the living room!” She calls out to him as we enter the hallway that leads into my bedroom. As soon as the door is closed, she rips her hand away from my grasp. “What are you doing?” I let out a harsh breath then turn to face her.

“He needs to fucking leave.”

Her eyes widen at the sudden hostility that I rarely ever show. “Excuse me? Why?”

“I don’t know why you or Josh haven’t realized it yet, but I fucking hate that guy! He’s such an ass.”

“Why though? He hasn’t done anything to you, Tyler.”

I let out a small laugh. “Are you being serious right now? He treats me like shit, ever single time the four of us hang out, and I throw in my own opinion or share my hobbies or whatever, I get shut down or one-upped. Do you have any idea how that feels when it happens regularly?”

“He just joking arou-”

Joking around are you fucking kidding me? I’m sorry, I know what joking around is (Y/N), and that is definitely not it.” I hiss. “Why the hell are you even defending him for? You’ve known him what.. two-three weeks? I’ve been your best friend for years, or does that not fucking matter?”

She crosses her arms, and her voice starts to rise along with the anger. “Really Tyler, you’re melodramatic. You always blow everything way out of proportion, seeing all the negative and never the positive. Dylan is a great guy! You just need to give him a chance! And don’t you ever say that your friendship doesn’t matter! You’re vital to me.”

“Obviously not important enough when it’s apparent what side you’re on!” I swallow down the frog in my throat to try and fight off the tears brewing in my eyes. “You like him, don’t you?” I whisper.

“What?” I say it again a tad louder, and she stutters for a response. “I-I mean a little bit, why does that matter to you?”

At that moment, my heart shatters into a thousand pieces. My worst fear is a reality. That’s why she’s defending him; she actually has feelings for that prick. With a shaky breath, I point to the bedroom door. “Get out,”

“Get out? Tyler-”

“No! I’m done! I’ve tried so hard to be something more than just your friend, but now I don’t think I wanna be that anymore.”

“Don’t say shit like that! I care for you Tyler!”

“No, you don’t! Not in that way! Not in the way you like him!” My voice grows quiet for a second. “I’ll never be good enough for you.. so just get out of my life.” She opens her mouth to say something but quickly shuts it. Tears are falling onto her cheeks when she storms out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. That’s when I fall apart, the sobs shaking my body when I fall to the ground. I hear the front door slam, and an engine roaring to life before tires squeal against the pavement.

And then she’s gone.

Dylan bested me again; he stole woman of my dreams.


Temple & Hands


“I just can’t grant you the time off over Christmas.” My manager sighed, like he felt badly about it.

And I knew full well the bastard did not feel bad about it. How could he? It was his fucking decision whether I got the holidays or not. How could he possibly feel badly about it when it was his decision to say no?
My god. I know it’s a fucking cliché, but I hated that man.

“Well, yes you can.” I pointed out. “I haven’t used my holidays yet, and I’ve earnt them. I’ve literally worked for those holidays, and I can take them when I want. All you need is two weeks’ notice, and I’ve given you a month, so you can absolutely grant me the holidays.”

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Fic: Bonds That Can’t Be Broken Ch. 8/10

Guys! This is the penultimate chapter (not counting the epilogue). Thanks to everyone who has been on this journey with me so far! Your comments, kudos and love for this story have meant so much to me. Thanks to @overwatch-smoak my beta and @smoakqueenz for the art. 

Read it on Ao3 or below. Enjoy! 

Chapter 8: His light

Felicity was in a surprisingly good mood for someone who had a hit out on her head. It could be from all the kissing, but that would be just a guess.

Oliver had not turned up any leads on who might be trying to kill her, so they were in a watch and wait type of situation. She knew it made him incredibly nervous, but Felicity had never felt safer than with both Diggle and Oliver watching her. The terror of the attack against her last night had been washed away with the joy of being with her mate.

And she was. Always. With him. Oliver did not want to let her out of his sight, even to go to the bathroom. It was cute, and annoying. She was starting to get cabin fever and told him so. She wanted to go to work, and he only agreed if he could go with her.

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Daddy & Haleigh

Okay so I lied, I’ve got more Roman fluff and it’s Daddy Ro. I’m not gonna day of its the last one or not. We’re just gonna rock with this. Okay? Cool! 😂😂


Five years old

“Hold on tight, Princess. Don’t be scared, Daddy’s got you.” Roman assured his daughter.

Roman and her mama had gotten her the pink Shopkins bike she asked them to get her for her birthday two months ago. When she first got it Haleigh begged them not to put the training wheels on, of course they did anyway. Roman promised that if she did a good job with them, then he would take them off and teach her how to ride without them. Here it is two months later and he’s making good on his promise but Haleigh isn’t sure about it anymore.

She looked up at Roman with big, brown, scared eyes. “Don’t let go, Daddy.”

“I won’t just yet, Haleigh. Go on and pedal,” He encouraged, “I’ll be right behind you.”

Haleigh did what her daddy told her and the bike started to roll down the sidewalk of their neighborhood park. She was beyond excited to be riding without the training wheels. Now she knew what all her friends were talking about.

Roman was barely holding onto the bike anymore, just letting his fingertips graze the back of her seat as he jogged alongside her. Eventually he stopped and watched her ride with a proud smile. His phone made a quick appearance so he could snap a few pictures and videos. Haleigh laughed and screamed about how much fun she was having until she turned a corner and saw Roman was no longer behind her. Her fear had returned causing her to forget how to break or turn her handle to avoid the bushes in front of her. Roman realized where she was headed quickly sprinted over to her just as she made contact with the bushes.

“You okay, Princess?” He asked pulling her from the bushes. It hurt his heart to see her face red and tear filled. He started to pick the pieces of brush that were stuck in her helmet and on her clothes.

“You let go,” she sobbed with an accusatory stare. A look she had surely gotten from her mama, Roman couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“But I was always right behind you. I saw you, I didn’t go anywhere.”

“But … but,” she cried wrapping her arms around his neck. “You let me fall.”

“Wasn’t I there to pick you up, Hae? Even if I’m not right there by you I’m always behind you and I’ll always be there to pick you up,” Roman explained pulling her face from his neck, “You’re gonna fall a lot but Daddy will always be there. Alright?” She nodded allowing him to wash her face with the towel he had brought along. “Do you have any owies for Daddy to kiss? Or are you alright?”

“No owies,” she squeaked through her tears.

“You did really good though. Daddy’s so proud of you.”

“But I fell, Daddy.”

“But you got back up. I tell you what, if you’re feelin’ up to it you can ride your bike back home and I promise not to let go unless you ask. Sound good?”

“I dunno.”

“Don’t you wanna show your mama and big brother that you can ride your bike?”

Haleigh put her hands on her hips and leaned her head to the side. Her thinking pose, another thing she had gotten from her mama.

“Can I get ice cream?”

“Yeah, you can, Princess,” He laughed picking her bike up, “Mama won’t like it but she’ll be aight.”

Thirteen Years Old

This was the day Roman dreaded more than prom and college send off. As he sat outside Haleigh’s bathroom door he wondered when did Jesus start to hate him. Koda was gone with friends, his wife was at work which left him to have a Daddy Daughter day with Haleigh. Even though she was a teenager, she was still a daddy’s girl.

They were watching one of the many Fast and Furious movies when she got up to use the bathroom. The back of her baby blue sweatpants caught his eye. There was an unmistakable red stain.

“Fuck my life,” He muttered a little louder than he should’ve which caught her off guard. She turned caught her daddy’s eye then moved her stare to the red stain on her mother’s favorite white sofa. Roman tried to tell her that it was okay and he would fix it but she had already ran off.

“Babygirl, come on out. We can fix this,” Roman spoke softly through the door.

“This is so embarrassing. Mama’s gonna kill me for destroying her sofa. Just let me be, Daddy.”

“Let me help, Hae. Just come out.”

She sobbed loudly catching him off guard. The hormones had started already. “I want mama. She knows about this you don’t. I don’t want you to see this. Get mama, please.”

Roman knew there was no way his wife could come home. She had a full day at the bakery and he would honestly be surprised if she got home before eight o'clock tonight. He figured he could at least call and have her talk him through this.

“I’m gonna go call her, Princess.”

He went back downstairs to call her. As the phone rang, he couldn’t help but laugh to himself about his lack of luck.

“Hey, Ro. You and Hae alright?”

Roman had never been so happy to hear his wife’s voice.

“Yes and no,” He sighed. “Hae got her period and won’t come out of the bathroom. She’s scared you’re gonna be mad for messin’ up the sofa. She doesn’t want me to help because I apparently know nothin’ about it.”

She laughed at the distress in his voice. “Breathe, baby. Everything is alright. First, put some bleach and fabuloso on the spot and let it sit,” she demanded softly, “While that sits go look in her closet for a box that says ‘Haleigh’s A Woman’ and tell her I told you to give it to her and open the door. Give her two of the pills and tell her to shower. While she showers, you need to get the stain out. Don’t rub it, scrunch it so it doesn’t set in. By the time you’re done, she should be and you’re gonna have to show her how to put the pad on. Afterwards just give her one of your daddy talks.”


Haleigh and Roman talked after the whole fiasco was over with. He decided to take her on his man cave to avoid her freaking out over the sofa again. They relaxed in one of the double wide recliners continuing with their previous movie.

“Mama told me that this means I’m a woman now. So does that mean I can’t be your little girl or your princess anymore?”

“You’ll always be Daddy’s little girl and princess no matter what, Hae.”

She snuggled into his side at his words. No matter how much her friends teased her, she would never stop being her Daddy’s little girl.

“Thank you for helping me, Daddy. Sorry for saying you didn’t know.”

Roman kissed her forehead, never talking his eyes from the screen even though he could feel Haleigh’s brown eyes on his face. “It’s alright, Hae. Just remember Daddy’s always here and he’s got you.”

Seventeen Years Old

Roman couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness watching his wife do Haleigh’s hair and make up as she got ready for prom. His little girl was becoming a young woman right before his eyes and there was nothing he could do about it.

She had caught his eyes in the vanity staying at their daughter and smiled. “Doesn’t she look beautiful, Ro?”

“Yeah,” He sighed, “She looks as beautiful as her mama.”

“Mikey should be here in a few minutes, Daddy. And you promised to be nice.” Haleigh reminded him. She was already nervous about going to prom with the boy she had a crush on for years and the thought of her dad intimidating him made it no better.

“Don’t worry your pretty lil head about that, Princess. I’ll keep him company while he sits on you.” The doorbell rang out through the house before either woman could say anything else. “Get the door, Koda! I’m coming!” Roman had flashed them a sneaky smirk before leaving the room.

Koda had come home from college once his mama mentioned Haleigh going to prom. He had to meet the boy that would be taking his sister out. His dad needed reinforcement after all.

As Roman came down the steps, he noticed Koda had the poor boy hemmed up in the corner of the foyer. He laughed going to separate them.

“It’s alright, son. Let him go, we can all go sit and talk while we wait,” Roman smiled giving Mikey a firm hand slap on the back, “Right?”

“I’m sure my daughter has told you what I expect from you. And I mean every single thing I said. Im allowin’ you to borrow her, she does not belong to you and will be returned to me the same way she left out of this house. You got that, Mickey?”

“It’s Mikey, sir.” The young boy sputtered out.

“Your name won’t matter if you hurt my Princess. You keep your hands in respectful places and your lips and other body parts to yourself. If so much as a piece of hair is out of place, I will hunt you down. Not only me but her brother here, her uncles and cousins. Don’t play with me, Mickey.”

Mikey let the name thing go. He didn’t want to upset the large man anymore than he already was. He held Roman’s stare until Koda grabbed his attention.

“I hear there’s a hotel party afterwards,” Koda said nonchalantly, “If I find out you took my sister there, I’ll break your lil ass in half. Got it?”

Mikey stared wide eyed at the two men. He didn’t know what to say. He had already made plans for the night but they were making him seriously reconsider.

“I believe my son asked you a question, boy.”

“Ye-yes sir. I got it.”

Just as they wrapped up Haleigh and her mama entered the room. Roman and Koda stood while Mikey sat dumbfounded until Koda snatched him up.

“You look real beautiful, sis. Don’t she, Mickey?”

“Uh..uh,” Mikey stuttered until Roman patted him on the back, “You look amazing, Haleigh.”

“Thanks, Mikey. Is that for me,” she laughed pointing to the corsage he held.

After her mom took a million pictures, the couple were finally on their way out the door. Roman watched her walk hand in hand with the young boy, saddened at the fact that she had left without hugging him. He watched them pull off, closing the door once they were out of sight.

“Perk up, big man. She’ll be back.”

“She better,” He mumbled.

Minutes later the front door opened and the sound of heels clicking against the floor caught them off guard. Roman rose to see what was going on, Haleigh met him in the doorway of the kitchen. She wrapped her arms around him tightly catching him off guard.

“I forgot my hug, Daddy.” She mumbled into his stomach. “You let me forget.”

“It’s alright, Princess. Go have fun and call me if you need me. I’ll be there.”


It was just after ten, Koda and and his wife had turned in for the night. Roman couldn’t sleep until he knew his babygirl was home and safe. He settled on Fresh Prince reruns while he waited. He had started to dose off when the front door opened and the sound of sobbing emanated from the foyer. He waited for her to stumble into the living room before he said anything.

“What’s wrong, Hae?”

She looked up from her hands she was crying into. One look at her father and she broke down even more.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Just calm down and tell Daddy what’s wrong.”

She shook her head still crying into his chest. “You’re gonna be so mad at me. I can’t tell you, Daddy.”

“I won’t, baby. Just tell me, please.” It joked him to see her like this. The only thing on his mind was killing Mickey, Mikey or whatever his name was.

“I fell and I should’ve called you sooner so that you could pick me up, Daddy.”

He rubbed her back still confused. “What does that mean?”

“Mikey didn’t take me to prom cause he liked me. He took me cause h-h-he wanted to have sex with me.” The anger rose within him. He wanted to go find the little shit by he had to comfort his baby first. “He asked me to come to the hotel party with him and I figured it would be fun since … since some of my other friends were going. Bu-but when we got to the room there wad no one else. He tried to kiss me and I told him I was wanted to go with everyone else. He told me to stop acting like I didn’t know why he asked me out.”

“What did you do then, Princess?” Roman tried to keep his anger at bay, it was getting harder and harder.

She laughed a little as she rubbed her nose. “I kneed him in the balls when he tried to take my dress off and called an uber.”

“That’s my girl,” He joked, “Look, you did good. You fell and I was here. I told you Daddy will always be there to pick you back up. Even when you think I’m not.”

“I love you, Daddy. Thank you for not getting mad.”

“Love you, too, Princess. Go on, get this stuff off and get some sleep. We can talk more in the mornin’.”

Roman waited until he heard her bedroom door shut before going to Koda’s room. His look alike was sprawled across the bed, mouth open and snoring. Roman laughed a little as he popped his bare chest waking him up.

“What? What? Something wrong?” He asked sleepily.

“Yup. Mickey didn’t listen, now we gotta pay em a lil visit,” Roman explained quickly, “Get dressed. I’ll be in the car calling your uncles and cousins. Don’t take all day or your ass is gettin’ left.”

Nobody messes with his princess and gets away with it.


@lavitabella87 @thiickreigns @x-fivefoot @macfizzle & whomever ender this finds!

Originally posted by iletyoudowniknow

I’m sick of all the “Harley Quinn is not a role model” posts. Like, you don’t need to sit here and show me receipts on a fictional villain. Am I gonna murder someone? Probably not. Am I gonna attempt to be more outgoing and confident, cope with my mental illness, and overcome my negative past experiences because these are things she does? You bet I am. 

anonymous asked:

The worst thing about growing up with adhd is my mom was the kind of person who tells you to stop it no matter what youre doing and i hate it because she still does it even now and like how does she expect me to want to go visit her when she doesnt want me there she wants someone to sit still opposite her for whatever reason and thats on top of all the shitty things shes done that dont relate to adhd so ill not elaborate here

It sounds like you are very angry at your mother and I think that you shouldn’t push yourself to be around her much if she is like that. I’m sorry she treated you that way, and I’m sorry she still does. It might help you to find someone to talk to about this, like a therapist or counsellor.


Brad imagine - he thinks you’re hot when angry;

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You groan loudly after hanging up the phone. You jerk your arm back, ready to throw it across the room when Brad catches your wrist.

“Whoa, calm down, Y/N, what did she say?” He asks, referring to the friend you were just talking to.

You huff and lower your arm, putting your phone into your pocket before saying, “She’s being so selfish and rude! She calls me whenever the tiniest thing doesn’t go her way and then she expects me to fix it all! I don’t have all the answers! Why does she always decide to complain to me about every fucking thing?!”

Brad bites his lip and leads you to the couch where he sits. You don’t, though. You clench your fists and take in a breath.

“And then, she has the nerve to get mad at me! For what?! I haven’t done anything wrong. All I’ve done is try to be a good friend by listening to her problems and trying to offer advice. But noooo. When that advice can’t fix the problem immediately, she turns on me and blames me for the whole god damn thing!” You shout, staring at the wall behind Brad.

He nods slowly. “Go on, babe.”

You do, however you would’ve even if he didn’t say that. “I don’t understand her sometimes. She gets pissed off when I don’t give her advice, but then she gets more pissed when I do! What does she want from me? I don’t have all the answers to life! Especially not to her stupid problems that could’ve easily been prevented if she hadn’t been so oblivious to everything that doesn’t involve her! Honestly, it’s like she wants the world to be against her.”

Brad nods again and stares at you, his eyebrows furrowed. “I’m so sorry babe. That must be so rough on you. You definitely don’t deserve to be treated that way.”

You sigh heavily and plop down on the couch, tired from the yelling. “I just hate being her punching bag all the time.”

He pouts and wraps his arm around you. “I know, Y/N, I know.”

“What do you think I should do?” You ask him, leaning your head onto his shoulder.

Brad shrugs slightly. “I think maybe the two of you need a break to sort things out a bit.”

You sigh. “I’ve been thinking about that for a while now. I might talk to her about it.”

He nods and chews on his bottom lip. “So, are you done yelling then?”

You frown at his tone. He almost sounds … disappointed?

“I guess so,” you reply.

“Oh,” he sighs. “You just erm, you look so hot when you’re angry.”

Your eyes widen at his remark and a light laugh leaves your lips. “Really?”

He nods and looks down at his lap. You follow his gaze, seeing a lump in his pants – larger than usual. That makes you laugh harder.

“It’s not funny!” Brad pouts. “Do you know how sexy you are when you’re yelling? Your cheeks turn red, your voice is so demanding and hot, and you just, gagh, Y/N.”

You giggle and shake your head. “Well, what would you like me to do about your problem?”

He looks at you and pouts harder. “Will you fix it for me?”

Rolling your eyes, you lick your lips and get off the couch, kneeling in front of him. “You’re so weird, Brad. Cute, but weird.”

Will you ever fall?

She used to sit at the corner of the room, feeling all the isolation, as if she doesn’t exist at all. But not for me. She was something. Cute yet pale. Sweet and innocent. Everyday, it became my habit to watch her from a distance. Her sighs, the blinking of her eyes, her smile, and mannerisms. But every time I look at her on her corner, she does her weird thing. She keeps on stroking her pencil on her desk. Sometimes on a paper, but most of the time just there. Maybe her way of distracting herself from the boredom she feels every time she’s inside the room. Then one day, that seat became empty. No one noticed, except me. And the teacher of course. Attendance.

Curiosity kills the cat so I went to their house. I saw a fair lady just outside the door as if she was expecting someone. She looks just like her. Sweet, and innocent. 

“Good Morning Ma'am! I’m…” 

She did not let me finish. Instead she nodded as if she knows exactly what will I say next. 

“I know you.”, she said smilingly. 

“Come inside, please.”

Inside, she handed me a notebook. A notebook full of wonderful sketches. Just wow. It started with the picture of the board, our teacher, the class, the flying paper planes, the picture of the room when it’s empty, then a sketch of myself - a candid capture of me smiling. 

“She’s gone. My angel’s gone. (: But she fought well. Honestly, I never agreed on her going to school. Yet she keeps on insisting. She keeps on saying ‘I need to see the world on a new vantage point for the last time. I need to stare at its beauty. This is my last wish Mum! Please?’ So who am I to hinder her, right?.“ 

I left her mom with a heavy heart and a confused mind.

As I head back to school, her Mum’s voice keeps on playing on my mind all over again. 

“When it was her time, she held my hand tight. Then she whispered something. ‘Thanks Mum. Those days I stayed in school were the best. Thank you for allowing me. Thank you. And Mum, will you tell him goodbye for me? Tell him even he don’t know me at all. Please?’. She was happy. I felt it. That’s why I don’t feel so lonely. For I know that she’s above, smiling. I know. (: ” 

As I step inside the room, something felt odd. For the first time, I felt so lonely. Then I saw her seat. Her own little corner. Out of consciousness, my feet dragged me to her desk. There, I saw another work of art. I saw a sketch of myself turned back.

Then on the lower part of the sketch lies the words 


ClownBaby - Leto!Joker x Reader

Hey everyone! So when I counted up everyone’s votes the other day… Clown baby won out! (By a landslide really.) So I’m complying to your demands wishes and giving you my version of clown baby! I hope you all enjoy!! Request from anon. -J.xx

hey! love your blog sm❤️ i was wondering if you could do a story where the joker and the reader have a child and j’s like fluffy kinda?? like he loves his kid and he loves the reader even more and i dunno where i’m going with it but yeah😂thanks!


The Joker bounced the babbling child on his knee, anxious for Y/N to get back from her shopping trip. She had begged and begged to spend just one day out of the house, and he reluctantly agreed to get her to shut up. He regretted that decision now. He wished Y/N would just come home already and take care of the little tyke. He had important work to get done and babysitting wasn’t on that list.

The Joker peered down at his son. Bright blue eyes stared back up at him. His eyes. Y/N always went on and on about how he and his son had the same eyes. “Now I have two sets of beautiful blues to get lost in!” The Joker huffed. His eyes are the only ones Y/N should be getting lost in. This damn kid was stealing all of Y/N’s attention. Why did he ever get her pregnant?

“Oo oo oo,” the baby blubbered, giggling as the Joker continued to bounce his knee up and down. This damn thing.

“Oo oo oo,” the Joker imitated, making his son laugh even harder. Dammit. When was Y/N getting home?

Staring down at his son, the Joker took in the rest of his features. Brown hair like Y/N with a green streak that he had insisted on. Y/N protested for days but finally gave in after enough pestering and heavy persuasion. The Joker thought it looked quite nice on his son. Since Y/N would never let him give him a tattoo, the Joker had to settle with this.

“Why does he need green hair?” Y/N had asked, her arms crossed at him.

“So people know whose son he is!” he had reasoned, flailing his arms around like he normally does. And after some sweet words, well-placed kisses, and a fun night together, Y/N finally let him do what he wanted.

The Joker chuckled, thinking about how easy it was to get Y/N to do what he wanted when his son began to mimic him. With his head cocked, he looked at his son, squinting his eyes a little. The Joker laughed again, his son doing the same. Lifting him up to eye level, he turns his son this way and that, making him giggle even more.

“How the hell does this thing work?” the Joker mumbled, bringing him back to sit on his knee. “Huh? How do you work? How come Y/N always gives her attention to you? What’s your secret? She’s my Queen. She belongs to me. I should be the one getting all the attention around here, bub.”

His son smiled and raised his hands up, making a grabbing motion. The Joker raised a hairless brow, bringing him back up to his face. His son reached out and tried to grab his lip, blowing raspberries. The Joker chuckled again.

“You wanna kiss from Daddy?” he smiled softly, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his son’s forehead. After he leaned back, his son was smiling brightly up at him. “See? Daddy knows what you want. You can always count on Daddy.”

His son still continued to reach for him though so the Joker leaned back into the couch, resting his son on his chest. This finally seemed to please his son, cuddling into the Joker’s lean chest and gently holding his shirt in his tiny hand.

“Maybe you’re alright,” the Joker whispered, softly smoothing a hand over his son’s head, admiring the green streak again. Closing his eyes, the Joker reveled in the silence.

When Y/N came home, she found her two favorite boys fast asleep, their son curled protectively into the Joker’s arms.

No Really, Just Cast a Female Doctor Already…

Is it really almost four years since Peter Capaldi walked out on that stage on live TV as the new Doctor?  Feels like he barely got here, but the Cloister Bell is ringing and the Watcher has reared his paper-mache-lookin’, cobwebbed head- regeneration #14 is on the way.  And inevitably people are going to speculate who’ll be cast (like that ever stops in the years between).  

The politically correct thing to say nowadays  is something along the lines of, “well, they should audition all sorts of people and just cast based on acting ability”.  Sounds nice, but no- cast a woman.  I don’t mean an affirmative action type move where, all things being equal, they’d favor a female actor over a male one.  I mean don’t even audition the guys.  A new white guy being rolled out on live TV would be so anticlimactic at this point that they’d probably do it to the losing horn from The Price is Right instead of the Doctor Who theme.  We’ve had 13 brilliant ones already- we’re playing White Dude Russian Roulette at this point.  Somehow they’ve all been brilliant, but there’s only so many white male actors in Britain.  Probability dictates the next one’ll be rubbish- that’s why they threw an extra David Tennant and Tom Baker into the lineup.  Did you know every single white guy in Withnail & I has played the Doctor at least once- even that cop who said “get in the back of the van” and the guy who made the doll wot shits itself?  Two or three more draws and even the crap actors will be used up.  The BBC’ll have to bring in Top Gear hosts or Jonathan Ross (“Davwos, why have you bwought me to Skawo?”).  Graham Norton will have to interrupt broadcasts of Doctor Who starring himself.  

And I know what you’re saying- what about a non-white male Doctor?  Well according to the BBC, they were all offered it once and turned it down, so that isn’t happening either, apparently.  So it’s either a female actor or a Black Mirror style deal where a British citizen gets randomly selected and is condemned to forever come in last in DWM “Best Doctor” polls (even lower than Edmund Warwick!).

If we can believe the behind-the-scenes stories, the 12th Doctor was basically conceived as “what if the Doctor was Peter Capaldi”.  Apparently they didn’t bother with auditioning multiple people for the Peter Capaldi Doctor, which is good because Peter Capaldi would’ve been apoplectic if Craig Ferguson got it.  Moffat was passionate about an idea and ran with it.  If Chris Chibnall is all fired up about writing a white male Doctor, then that’s what he should run with- but knowing his original work like Broadchurch I get the feeling he might be inclined otherwise.  And again… he’d be pretty much down to Noel Edmonds at this point.  Nobody needs a Moffat-y flashback where the new Doctor recalls the time Pertwee encountered someone with the same face during an embarrassing Children In Need sketch (“I know what this face is for, Clara!  I’m the Doctor, AND I’M CHARITABLE!”).

So yeah- it feels like it’s time for a female Doctor anyway, doesn’t it?  It’d be just enough of a change to take the series in a legitmately new direction without really changing its DNA.  Storywise, we now know gender identity is pretty fluid on Gallifrey (the Master, the General, the Corsair).   It wouldn’t be a big deal to the Doctor.  That’s why a redhead would be perfect- pay off that long-running “ginger” joke while also deflecting awkwardness from stunned companions and old friends.  "Doctor, you’re… you’re…“ "Ginger!  Yeah, finally, right? I know it takes some getting used to- try not to freak out.”  

Eventually there’d need to be ONE time where the Doctor has “the talk” with the companion- the one time she ever addresses it head-on just so she other people can get over it. I jotted this scene fragment down years ago when I was thinking up the hypothetical Ruth Wilson 12th Doctor design I posted back in 2013 (where SJA’s Clyde Langer would’ve been the companion). One day Clyde’s annoying her with questions about it in the console room and… (cutting and pasting here):

(The Doctor rolls her eyes.)

“Does this really have to be a thing?”

(She pulls a chair out of nowhere and sits down.)

“Okay, Clyde- I’ll tell you what- right now… one time only… you can ask me about anything in all of time and space. The wisdom of thousands of years is at your disposal. If you really want to spend that valuable opportunity asking about fairly self-evident aspects of my personal life… fair enough. For once, I will not mock, belittle or in any way judge anything you have to say. And then you can never ask me about it again. You get five questions- go.”

“Where did that chair come from?”

“The storage closet two levels down. Four questions left.”

“Four? That counts?!”

“Yes, that one counts. You’ve got three left now.”


“Aaaaaand we’re down to two. Clyde, you’re making it very difficult for me on the whole "not judging” thing.“

"Okay- okay- okay… just give me time to think…”

(The Doctor sighs, looks at her pocket watch, then settles into the chair like this is going to take a very long time.)

“You said no judging.”

“I’m not judging.”

“Yes you are. You’re quietly judging.”

“Okay, okay- fair enough. Sorry.”

“Can you help me understand what’s happened to you without just saying something smartassed like "probably” or “no” and walking away? Just… get over the fact that you’re so much smarter than me for once and be real. Help me understand you just a little bit better… and THEN I promise I’ll ask you a totally amazing fifth question that’ll make you proud of me.“

(At this point the Doctor goes into a speedy-but-reasonably-exhaustive monologue about how gender works on Gallifrey- how certain Time Lords tend to "swing” more one way than the other, how this works with marriage, how gender-sensitive pronouns are just translated into English by the TARDIS that way, etc, etc - and then tantalizingly drops a bombshell at the end that only raises more potential questions about the Doctor’s past and family life. A tease that demands answers RIGHT NOW. And then she gets up and says…)

“Okay, I think we’re done here. ”

(Clyde gets indignant.)

“What about the fifth question?!”

(The Doctor answers without looking back.)

“You just asked it.”

And that’d be all they’d ever need to say about it ever again.

So here’s to Peter Capaldi’s brilliant Twelfth Doctor, and Lucky Thirteen, whoever it might be.

(God, it’s gonna be Jonathan Ross, isn’t it?)

Ice Water

I didn’t expect the response to Skinny Dippin that I got. Thank you! I’m turning this into a short series.
Reader insert/first person is not my preferred style of writing, but I am using this series for practice.

This section is awkward..It’s suppose to be.

Quick Info (Y/N) had a very vivid dream about Dean. He heard her moaning his name. She’s decided to take advantage of an almost empty, poorly lit diner in the middle of nowhere to make a move….
Word Count 1879
Pairing Dean/Reader
Warning Language (maybe), sexual situations, foot jobs, hand jobs, suggestion of a blow job

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Andrew telling Betsy about Neil? Either a casual discussion or maybe she's helping accept that he does have feelings for and/or desire to be with him intimately?

k so first of all i’d really like to apologise for making this into a 6k fic idek if you’ll want to read it anymore, but thank you so much for the prompt anyway because i’ve wanted to explore this for so long but didn’t know how to approach and it was a bit challenging, so thank you! i sincerely hope you like it.

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“Are you okay with me recording our sessions?” Betsy Dobson had asked the first time she met Andrew for an actual therapy session and not just a talk. The Foxes were complicated, but Andrew was different, it wasn’t about him, it was also about the situation he found himself in when signing a contract with the team.

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