the worst smile of all

‘’Why is she wearing my hoodie?’’

A/N: Here is just another fluff bomb for you all, hope you it! Please let me know what you think. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you.. but what might that lead to? 

Warnings: Fluff overload

Word count: 3745

Originally posted by snowfox934

It all started out innocently enough, on a monday evening after a return home from a particularly difficult mission. Your feet brushed against the cold kitchen tiles, a shiver trailing through your body as you made your way to the fridge for a late night snack. You grabbed a plate of brownies, showing the fridge close with your elbow before making your way to the television room.

You were surprised to find it empty, smiling to yourself as you relished in the idea of being able to pick a movie for once as you planted yourself on the couch. You placed the plate on the sofa table, bringing a brownie to your mouth as you browsed through the selection available on Netflix until you found something of your liking. Another shiver trailed down your spine, your body being tired and drained of energy from the mission and you reached over to the blanket at and brought it over your legs. Your eyes landed on a grey hoodie, figuring it was Steve’s you contently threw it over your shoulders and enjoyed the warmth and smell of the large garment that covered your figure.

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anonymous asked:

I adore your work! It's amazing. If you're still taking requests, could you do something where Betty gets a little tipsy and accidentally admits she likes juggie?? Is that dumb??? Lol

These ones are so fun to write! Thanks so much!

Okay, this wasn’t so bad. She kind of liked this.

Looking into Veronica’s expectant eyes, Betty smiled reaching for the brown, bubbly alcohol.

Veronica smiled

“Oh hell yeah! Betty Cooper slaying your dragons, one by one!”

The cold foamy liquid slid down her throat instantly warming her body from the inside out.

It didn’t taste bad, but it was not what she expected beer to taste like at all, it was a little too ..sour?

This wasn’t something Betty did on the regular, going out to wild parties and drinking with her best friends, but today had been a really rough day.

She needed this.

Closing her eyes and leaning against the counter of the blossoms kitchen, she could remember exactly what had put her in this mood .

Ginger Lopez and jughead jones.

That girl had been all over the mysterious moody boy and he just… let it happen. He didn’t try and stop her, he didn’t shove her away when she placed her hands all over his biceps, he didn’t even yell at her when she stole one of his fries at lunch, And in jugheads world? she assumed that was the closest he came to flirting.

So yeah she was frustrated, couldn’t he see how completely head over heels she was for him? She thought she was being obvious, always asking him to pops, running her hands through her hair, she even bought chocolate scented lip gloss, it was his favorite smell after all. But no. nothing. Instead he was gonna end up falling for ginger Lopez and all her fake lipped, leopard wearing glory.

She didn’t have anything against the highlighted brunette, sure she had filed a petition to get her kicked out of seventh grade for wearing a real fur coat, but that was for the animals, not for her. None the less the girl didn’t bother her.

But now.. Betty couldn’t stand to look at her.

She always met Jughead after school to walk home, unfortunately for her she caught him leaning against the bike racks talking to none other than the girl in question. She was batting her false lashes at him and practically devouring him with her eyes. The worst part of it all? He was smiling back at her. Needless to say, Betty turned right around, and made the walk home on her own today.

Pulling her phone out she noticed the four missed texts from Jughead

JUGGIE: where are you? Burgers at pops? My treat.

JUGGIE: missed you after school, did you have to stay after? Meet up later?

JUGGIE: Ron said you were going to the blossoms tonight, safe idea? Not really your scene.

JUGGIE: hello?

Slamming her phone shut, she reached for another beer, having already downed two she could definitely feel the effect.

So Jughead didn’t want her? Fine. She was gonna have fun tonight, ginger could have him for all she cared.

Suddenly Kevin was by her side, handing her a bubbly pink wine cooler.

She grabbed it quickly taking a sip.

Oh that was good. Finishing it in less than a minute she reached for his, before he pulled it away

“Down girl, the night is young! Let’s dance!”

Forty minutes later , four more wine coolers and one steamy dance with Veronica, Betty was feeling more than a little wobbly.

As she made her way to the side of the room, she felt a hand grip her wrist, steadying her.

Whipping around she came nose to nose with jughead jones.

“Oh great, just the person I didn’t want to see.” She groaned.

Hurt flashed in his eyes for a quick second before it was replaced by anger, tugging her along he shouted over the music

“Come on we’re leaving.”

Ripping her wrist free , she shot him a glare

“I’m not going anywhere! I’m having fun.” She smiled doing a twirl.

He sighed

“Fine have it your way.” Suddenly she was up and over jugheads shoulder, his hand on the back of her thighs holding her skirt down.


Finally she felt the cool breeze hit her face, and her feet touched the ground.

“Don’t make this difficult, we’re going home. Arch is driving Ronnie, but I figured we’d walk, you could use the air, maybe it’ll sober you up.” He looked dissapointed.

“Hey! You don’t get to look at me like that, you’re just a silly boy, a stupid silly boy.” She slurred

He shook his head, the confusion evident in his eyes
“Drunk words are sober thoughts and all that, so why don’t you tell me why you’re so upset that you had to go get drunk?”

She narrowed her eyes, wobbling a little in the pavement

“Like you don’t know, why are you even here juggie. I assumed you’d be cuddling your girlfriend right now.”

His eyes widened comically
“ my girlfriend?”

“Oh ginger, I love how your delicious lips taste just like plastic, oh that’s right they are plastic! Let me cuddly you in your rabbit coat. She’s an animal killer, did you know that juggie? I love animals, I would never wear one But you like her instead of me.” She pouted ,as he went to catch her before she fell

“Woah what are you even talking about? Ginger Lopez? You think I like ginger Lopez? Maybe you’re more drunk than I thought.” He gripped her by the shoulders

“Yes I am drunk. Yes I am very drunk. Am I lying? No. every one can see it Jughead, it’s fine I’ll just stare it you from afar like I’ve been doing for five months, you don’t even notice, you don’t even notice me.” She was crying now and every piece of jugheads heart broke, he grabbed her face, Hiding his wince at the alcohol on her breath

“I notice you bets, I notice everything about you.”

She leaned into his palm

“If you noticed you would have known, I was in love with you.”

His heart leapt out of his chest.

“You’re drunk.”

“Drunk words , sober thoughts and all that” she giggled.

He smiled softly

He loved her more than anything but he was not about to have this conversation, with the very tipsy blonde in front of him

“I love you too Betty, and we will discuss this further in the morning, when you’re head is throbbing and you want to bury your self in your bed forever. And that is your punishment.”

She sighed

“Ay ay captain!”

He rolled his eyes reaching for her hand.

It was gonna be a long night

Sick Teacher Lance (Klance Sickfic)

Prompt: inspired by a post by @toosicktoocare (I hope you’ll forgive me for using it!)

And I also threw in my OCs Jasper, Joan & Eric (my new OC sideblog is @signsickocs )!

“Lance.” Lance whined and buried his face further into the warm chest, a small amount of drool escaping his open mouth.

“Lance.” Hands patted his bare upper arm and he unconsciously swatted at the limbs that were impeding on his sleep. The body chuckled and flicked his forehead lightly. “Time to get up, come on. I’m pretty sure Jasper will cry if you don’t show up.”

Lance opened his eyes blearily, taking in the broad, bare chest of his boyfriend and winced as the light from the window hit his sensitive eyes. “Keith, why the hell did you open the blinds?” He whacked his chest, face scrunching up in faux pain, although his head really did hurt a little.

“You wouldn’t wake up. I figured if you opened your eyes you would be blinded and then stay awake.” Keith ruffled his hair softly, fingers taking out the minor knots with gentle tact.

Lance moaned slightly at his ministrations and sat up, head spinning at the sudden movement. “That’s it. I want a divorce.”

The dark hair of Keith met him, a smile flashing on his face. “You can’t. I know too much. Like the fact that you fact that you drool when you sleep.” Lance whacked him upside the heat not unkindly, hand coming up to wipe the drool around his mouth self-consciously. “And the fact that you have a hair kink. I’m sure our students would love to know that.”

Grabbing a pillow, Lance hit Keith and turned is face away so that Keith wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing him turn crimson. “I do not and you better not.”

“I’m sure they’d also love to know how much I love you, how I love holding your hand and kissing you.” Keith former jesting tone had taken a serious turn, and he planted a small kiss on Lance’s forehead, grabbing his hand and placing another chaste on it. He looked down at him, eyes like a mirror to his emotions. “I mean that, Lance.”

Lance nodded and kissed Keith’s lips, a small smirk forming on his face. “Well, I could reveal that their ‘utterly terrifying’ math teacher is actually a cheese ball and whines about the amount of homework he has to correct.”

At that Keith turned an unnatural shade of red. “You better not. Those brats are too annoying for their own good.” He groaned. “They keep asking if I’m single.”

“Popular with the girls, eh?” Lance nudged him, winking outrageously.

“Guys. Girls and guys.”

Lance’s utterly unacceptable eyebrow wiggling earned him a place on the hard, wood floor.

Later on that morning saw Lance and Keith exiting the teachers’ lounge room, books under their arms. They walked a little apart, although Keith was having a hard time not holding Lance’s lonely hand. Teachers dating was not frowned upon, but they were expected to carry themselves properly and act like responsible adults.

Keith was a little annoyed about that. Kissing wasn’t exactly the same as doing the do in the janitor’s closet, was it? Either way, he was a little grateful about that at the same time, for his students would not stop teasing him if they ever found out he was dating the ‘hot’ history teacher.

Just as they were about to part ways, Lance looked at the empty corridor and placed a loving kiss on Keith’s cheek, trying not to totter as he did so. His head was hurting a little. He murmured a soft “I love you” and ran a hand through Keith’s hair with a soft smile. “I’ll see you at break.”

“Love you too, babe.”

“Yeah, don’t divorce me, babe, I know all your worst secrets.” He formed a smile on his face, trying his best not to grimace at the headache he had.

Keith chuckled and with the arrival of a set of students, they parted ways. Lance dropped the act, and sighed a wearied sigh. He ran a hand over his face and shook his head, hoping the drum beat in his head would lessen. He shoulders slumped a little as he entered his classroom.

No one was there as the bell had not rung yet, save one person. The familiar form of a freshman that Lance enjoyed teaching for the fact that he tried and quietly listened to him, unlike many rowdy fourteen year olds, greeted his eyes.

He righted himself and smiled as he neared his desk, where the boy stood. “Jasper. I don’t think I have you for class until second period?”

The boy was like an open book and stuttered a little, pink dotting his cheeks. “I know. I j-just wanted to hand in my essay. Sir.” He placed a sheaf of paper before him on the desk, held together by a bright green staple.

“It’s not due until next Friday, though.” Lance was trying hard not to sound accusatory, but the bright light overhead and the constant heartbeat in his head was making him feel tired. He rubbed at his temple with his fingers. “And I told you, it’s Lance. Sir makes me feel old.”

“All right… Lance.” He rubbed his caramel-coloured locks at the base of his neck nervously. “I’m sorry if I disturbed you.”

“Did I look like I was doing anything, Jasper?” He smiled genially toward the boy, though his eyes hurt when he moved them. They ached in fact. “I’ll correct it as soon as I can.” He rubbed at his eyes delicately, unaware that Jasper was looking a little worried.

“Are you feeling all right, Si-Lance?”

“Peachy. Just have something in my eyes. Now, get off to class before Miss Holt has the chance to find a reason to suspend you.”

Like a scared rabbit, Jasper’s baby blue eyes widened and he scurried off to Biology, because Lord knows, she was terrifying. He yelled a prepubescent “thank you” as he left, which made Lance crack up and immediately regret it when it jolted his now aching limbs.

Great. He was probably coming down with something. He hated getting sick and he always seemed to catch the worst ones too. He hoped that he would at least be able to make it through the day. Also not let Keith know. Keith was a nagger and would not cease until Lance was lying in bed. It wasn’t even that bad. Probably just a mild fever.

Throughout first period, Lance could feel himself feeling decreasingly worse. His limbs ached and he felt so tired. He sat in his chair as much as he could, even though he usually loved standing up and speaking loudly about historical figures. Even his juniors seemed a little confused.

Once, when a student had put up their hand, he had snapped at them, snapped at them even though they had done nothing wrong. He had apologised and gave the excuse that he had missed his coffee this morning which prompted a number of sympathising students.

At break, he felt so tempted to go all ‘Mean Girls’ and eat in a bathroom stall alone, just to avoid Keith’s observant gaze. Then he realised that he really had nothing to hide and laughed at his foolishness. It was just a little fever.

He sat down by Keith, thighs touching and smiled through the pain of moving. “How was class?” Opening his lunch box, he messed with his food but didn’t have the will to eat.

Keith groaned dramatically. “Please don’t tell me I was annoying and loud in sophomore year.”

Lance looked away and earned a thwack on his forearm. “I couldn’t say.” He answered mysteriously, suddenly feeling very cold as he tugged his shirt tighter around him.


Lance could do this, Lance could do this.

Walking into his classroom again, he looked at all the eager and not-so-eager expressions of his freshman students. Jasper was sitting by the window, talking quietly to a boy with dark hair — he could barely remember any faces through the fog.

Lance couldn’t do this. He couldn’t.

Everything felt like it was going in slow motion. His limbs felt like they were weighed down with lead and his joints ached, ached bone deep and he felt so tired. Moving hurt. It hurt to move. Even moving his eyes around was proving to be painful and has came to the conclusion that he was sicker than he originally thought.

At one moment he felt warm and another moment he felt cold. He wasn’t sure if he was sweating, though it certainly felt like it. His head had started up a new beat and moving too fast made him feel dizzy, lost, off balance.

After calling the roll, he glared daggers at a girl who was whispering to the person behind her. He crossed his arms and waited patiently for her to finish. He opened his mouth to speak. “Joan, are you finished?” She flushed and nodded jerkily.

He turned to the board only to see his vision go blurry and he stumbled, a hand gripping his desk tightly as he tried not to keel over. There was a rushing sound in his ears and he could hear the scrape of a chair on floor. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, hoping that the fog would clear, but it didn’t.

A hand rested on his shoulder hesitantly and he could hear Jasper speaking, but could not understand his words. Everything was muddled and it may as well have been a foreign language. Everything was loud and it was too warm and it felt like he was being heated up in an oven. A hand was patting his cheek and everything was too close and too warm and-

Tripping over his feet, he made a mad dash to the door of his classroom, and it took him a few tries, but he managed to open it. He headed towards the bathroom, head spinning and vision swirling, leaving behind a very confused (though mostly concerned) class behind.

Jasper looked around at the other students and he spoke up nervously, his voice breaking through the stunned silence. “S-Should I get the nurse?”

Joan looked at him in mild amusement. “We should get Mr. Kogane.”

Jasper looked a little confused, and tilted his head to the side, almost akin to that of a lost duck. “Why?”

The class snickered and Jasper’s cheeks heated up, though Joan remained patient. “Because he’s dating our history teacher.” She took in his expression. “I thought it was obvious.”

Jasper still looked confused, but set his gaze determinedly ahead of him. “I’ll go get him then.” He took confidant strides until he was out the door and then sagged against it, heart beating quickly.

Sir-Lance just had to date the most terrifying teacher in the school didn’t he? He made up a cheer for himself and walked hurriedly to Mr. Kogane’s room, worried about his teacher and worried that a teacher would find him out of class without a pass.

Keith was having a wonderful day, simply splendid, in fact. If that counted as having nothing but rowdy classes and a number of immature and nosy students who just didn’t get the memo to shut the hell up, then yeah. It was a terrific day.

Lance had been pretty quiet during break and that worried him. He was usually so loud and boisterous. His brow furrowed subconsciously. Maybe he knew that Keith would appreciate peace and minimal noise. The thought made him smile. Lance could be really cute and caring sometimes.

His thoughts were interrupted by a student in the front row. “Whatcha thinkin’ about, sir?”

Keith scowled a particularly nasty scowl and tried to calm down his flaring temper. “Nothing that is any of your business, Eric.”

The class oohed and Keith tried to remind himself that he was a teacher. If he had been a kid he would have thrown him a punch, but he was the adult here. It seemed that the class weren’t done tormenting him, for another question came soon after.

One girl in the back piped up. “Are you thinking about your boyfriend, sir?”

Keith looked blankly at her, features giving nothing away. He crossed his arms. “I don’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend.”

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Whatever you say.” Her tongue piercing glinted in the sun and Keith shuddered. Kids these days

Just then, there were a few hurried knocks at the door and even though he said “come in” the raps continued. Huffing, he stood up and walked over to open the door. Lord knows what Shiro wanted of him now. Sure he was the principal of this highschool, but he ran it like a military academy sometimes.

Instead, he opened the door to find a quivering and small freshman student he recognised as Jasper waiting on the other side. He looked frightened and Keith tried to look somewhat less stern. His hand had been interrupted mid-knock and he hastily put it down, cheeks flushing.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” Keith frowned again. Lance taught him at this time.

Then Jasper blurted out, “Sir, Mr. Kogane, I was told to get you because Si-I mean Lance ran out of our classroom all dizzy and stuff and I think he’s sick!” He stared at the ground sheepishly, hand coming to rub at the back of his neck.

Keith stood stock still, heart picking up pace. He could scarcely compute the kid’s words. Lance sick? He shook his head. No, it must be some mistake. Then he stiffened. Lance had been really quiet at break, unnaturally so. Then it all seemed to make sense.

Unbeknownst to Keith, his class of juniors were extremely interested in the current discussion and craned their necks to hear what was going on. Eric smirked and his classmates took note of their teacher’s tense body posture. No boyfriend, eh? They had just been shown the evidence.

Without a word he ran past Jasper and left behind a satisfied classroom and one very petrified freshman who looked owlishly at the juniors. Eric, taking into account how small and scared he looked and with a gentleness that surprised even himself, offered to get him back to class.

The corridors seemed to be never ending and it took everything Lance had not to give up and collapse on the floor. Everything was so warm, his head drumming unpleasantly and stomach churning. It hurt to think and once his vision went haywire, so much so that he couldn’t see where he was going.

Upon reaching the teacher’s bathrooms, he entered the men’s and launched himself towards the sink area. Gripping the faux marble countertop, he swayed and almost felt the need to throw up, but managed to contain it — for now.

Clumsily gripping a tap, he twisted it, little strength available to him and feeling too dizzy to control it. Once water came out, cool and fresh, he shakily sloshed some on his face and reached around blindly for a towel. Water had managed to get onto his clothes and trickle down his neck, but he was beyond caring.

He whined when the search for the towel caused an ache to form in his stomach and it gurgled uncomfortably. Finally dropping to the floor, he buried his pounding head in his knees and wrapped his shaking arms around his waist.

He wanted Keith.

Keith had been running around like a madman, trying his utter best to find his missing boyfriend. A heavy feeling of dread filled his lungs and he almost felt like he was choking. His boyfriend was sick and he had had a student tell him that. He had noticed how strange his boyfriend had been acting, but he hasn’t asked.

He ran a hand through his dark hair and bit the inside of his cheeks, face a mask of worry and almost a sense of terror. His eyes darted around and hr tried to think. Where would Lance go? His dull eyes brightened and he looked up from his wallowing. He knew where.

When he had opened the bathroom door, he had expected to see Lance passed out, dead and anything in between that. What he didn’t expect was to find him curled up in a ball on the tiles, the tap still running.

Lance didn’t notice he had arrived at first, but eventually he raised his head and Keith met with droopy, feverish eyes and flushed cheeks. Lance was pale and he shuddered, as if he were cold. Hair was plastered to his forehead and his mouth was dry and chapped.

“Keith?” He looked confused, but then his expression brightened and even when sick like this, Keith couldn’t help but think he was cute.

Wrapping an arm around his shoulders, Keith eased him up gently only to find himself being shoved away. Lance threw up in the sink, the little breakfast he had being the only thing to come up.

He couldn’t seem to stop and the retching continued, Keith patting his back and brushing his hair away from his sweaty forehead. He hacked until his throat was raw and felt like it had been cleaned by sandpaper. Tears sprang into his eyes and a sob escaped him when Keith washed his face clean, feeling so pathetic and utterly miserable.

The support of the sink no longer there, Lance would have fallen if Keith had not caught him. He caught him gently about the waist and they slowly sank down to the floor together, until he was practically sitting on his lap. His back was to Keith’s chest and the tears would not stop.

Keith wiped away every tear, hushing and murmuring kind words in his ears. He rubbed his hands up and down Lance’s arms as he shivered and took in the heat emanating from his body with growing concern. The sobs made him convulse and he shook, body wracked with the force of them.

After a while, he began to hiccup and the tears gradually ceased. Lance wearily sank against Keith, body spent with his ordeal. Keith pressed his cheek to Lance’s and embraced him.

“Let’s get you home, Lance.”

Keith carried Lance outside to their car bridal style, unaware of the noses pressed to the windows of his classroom or of the clicking of cameras.

In the car, Keith strapped him in, careful not to jostle him too much and pushed his hair back off his forehead. Lance nuzzled against his cold hands and smiled, eyes looking at him dreamily, though rimmed red from crying.

“I love you.”

Keith chuckled and slammed the door behind him. Once he was in his seat, he turned to him and said, “I love you too.” Lance leant his head against the window pane, completely satisfied and content and almost forgot for a moment that he was sick.

Once back at their apartment, Keith helped Lance inside and brought him to the couch, where he could see him and do things at the same time. As if he were a child, he dressed Lance in pajamas and pressed a kiss to his damp hair.

“Wait and I’ll get you some medicine and water.” He entered the kitchen and Lance watched him for a while, head lying on the armrest.

Then he spoke up, voice cracked and grating to the ears. “Then can we watch something. Together, I mean.”

Keith smiled and looked over, his face brighter than anything else in the world. “Anything for you.”

Lance stuck out his tongue in disgust. “You’re sickening.”

“Pretty sure you’re the one that has the sickness here and the actual power to make me catch it.”

Keith was soon back and Lance downed the two pills. He felt a little better, the pounding having muted. Keith knew he was feeling better enough to give him a snarky answer.

Lance cuddled up next to Keith, head resting on his chest tiredly. He turned over and pecked his cheek gently, face apologetic. “I’m sorry if I worried you.”

Keith looked down at Lance, face so beautiful even in this state and leant his cheek on his sandy locks, turning slightly to press another kiss to his head. “Just don’t do it again. I think Jasper died.”

“He’ll live.”

“Whatever you say, darling.”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t.”

“Shouldn’t what?”

“Divorce me. I know all your secrets, Keith Kogane.”

“I wasn’t the one crying in the bathroom after throwing up in the sink.”

“… Good point.”

“I can’t divorce you anyway.”

“Why not?”

“Because I love you too much.”

“So do I, angel.”

Happy (belated) 4th of July - Clark Kent x Reader

“Can I request one for Clark? Where the reader kinda lived next door but Clark and her have been best friends since the kents found him. And he told you his powers before anyone else because he trust her and loves her more than Lana?” for @brooke-supernatural16

First. This Clark is the one from Smallville because it was requested like so, and because fuck yeah Tom Welling was a great Clark Kent. Second, I wanted to write something for the fourth of July but I was SO NOT feeling it on that here we are, a day later, I found something to still write about the fourth even though we’re not anymore and boom. Anyway. I hope you’ll like it and blahblahblah : 

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The day Clark arrived on Earth, you were looking at your bedroom window. 

Of course, you were way too young to understand what was going on, being only but a one year old child. Already at that early age, you were curious about everything, and had stood up in your crib to look out the window when you saw a light going through the sky…Pretty.

Though you were only a small toddler, this memory somewhat stuck with you, and you often referred to it as your earliest memory, though you never really knew how to explain it…So you just went with : “My first memory ever is of a shooting star in the sky. The most beautiful one I’ve ever seen”. 

Only a few days after this “incident”, you first met Clark. 

You couldn’t remember that day, but according to yours and his parents, it instantly clicked between the two of you. So far, you refused to play with any other kids at the day care where your parents had to leave you because they both worked…but with Clark ? You brought your favorite toy to him and, though at first he was a bit confused, he quickly warmed up to you. 

Conveniently, you were his next door neighbor, though “next door neighbor” in Smallville meant that your house was a bit less than a mile away from his. Oh the many times you ran to his house, or he ran to yours…Sometimes, you’d meet in the middle, having had the same idea to go see each others. 

You two were so close, that you were the first and only person, besides, obviously, his parents, to whom he talked about his powers. You guys were seven when he described to you what he could do, and at first, you thought he was joking, until he took a piece of metal and broke it in half…Wow. 

Being the comic nerd you already were, you got overly excited. Of course, you’d never talk about it to anyone, but Hell, sometimes, you’d just ask him to go “super” and do something cool, just for the sake of it. 

When you were sad, instead of comforting you with his clumsy words, he would lift tractors or something. Strangely, it always worked, no matter what, it would always bring a smile to your face. And though he’d never admit it, making you smile made him incredibly happy. 

You were pretty sure you spent at least three quarters of your life in Clark Kent’s company…Well, up until you both turned seventeen. 

You were his first friend, and though Pete and Chloe joined rather quickly, as the years went by, you became his best friend…but of course, as it happens many times between such best friends, someone came in and ruined everything. 

In your case, that someone was called “Lana Lang”.

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Oh Captain, My Captain

a/n: THIS IS MY LAST OUT-OF-THE-BLUE AIRPORT AU I SWEAR I’ll get back to the requests and the usuk network event asap so sorry, I was on an airplane back home and this happened. Full offense but idc if this is shitty or if there are inaccuracies in this, I’ve never researched this much. Ever. 

You can pry lovesick! Alfred out of my cold, dead hands.

“The nerve of the woman, honestly.”

Arthur felt absolutely no remorse in monopolizing the conversation.

After all, every flight brought the worst of all things, and as always, they seemed to happen to only and exclusively him. At this point, he had the God-given right to spend however much time he wanted, out of his miserable day, to bitch, whine and complain.

And Francis couldn’t do anything about it.

“The bloody hell am I to do if the air conditioner isn’t as cold as she’d like it to be?” Arthur scoffed, loosening the ribbon tied around his neck as shoes clacked ferociously in tandem with his long-striding movements. The almost-empty airport’s tiled floors dramatized the otherwise gentle noise and Arthur decided it was fitting. “Or if the peanuts weren’t as salted as she’d like, or if the damn toilet was too loud, I’m not omnipotent.”

Francis, on the verge of rolling his eyes, struggled to match his coworker’s pace. “Yes, we get it, your life is hard.”

“You don’t get to be annoyed with me, Francis.”

It was true. Francis could do absolutely nothing about it. Their pay was shitty- for the most part, at least- the in-flight company was hardly to be envied, and to top it off, Arthur was considerably less attractive than his other coworkers. Where they were slim, he was lanky, where they had a full, perky butt, he had, well, not that. 

So yes, he had every right to shout into oblivion because somehow, with all the luck in the world, he seemed to attract the most despicable of passengers. Every single time. Every whining adult who thought they deserved much more than the flight had to offer, every edgy teenager who thought they could swipe a free snack off his cart when Arthur wasn’t looking, every person who’d call on him expecting a magic cure to their ear barotrauma.

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  • *the underground morgue*
  • Holmes: *impatient* You'll consider it?
  • Hooper: *sighs* I am working, Mr. Holmes.
  • Holmes: *rolls his eyes* It's a perfectly simple question.
  • Hooper: *slams the scalpel down* Do you know what you're asking of me?
  • Holmes: *through gritted teeth* I am asking be my *glances at Anderson; lowers his voice* partner in life.
  • -Anderson drops loud things-
  • Hooper: *fierce* Get out.
  • Anderson: *hurries out of the morgue*
  • Hooper: *shakes her head* I have too much to lose. I am sorry.
  • Holmes: I have no desire to interfere with your ambitions *smiles* We're already a formidable team.
  • Hooper: *swallows; avoiding looking at him* You haven't even seen me.
  • Holmes: *casually* I always see you, Molly *smiles softly*
  • Hooper: *bites her lip* I shall...consider it.
  • Holmes: *smirks*
  • Hooper: It's not a yes.
  • Holmes: *still smirking*
  • Hooper: *blushing* Shut up, Holmes.
Every character as the protagonist

this was hard to write-because *cough* spoilers, so tried to not put actual facts 

also, points with ((-)) are things that break the fourth wall 

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Counting on Love

A/N: So, I’ve made it and can’t believe it. Only took me about 4 years. ggg

This is for the February challenge “Love is …” at @loveinpanem and will most probably be a Two-Parter. The second part still needs to be finished, so no idea when that one will be published. Hopefully not in another 4 years. ;)

There would be no submission if there hadn’t been a couple of ladies and their support and help. So, thank you @thegirlfromoverthepond for your constant cheerleading and handholding. You brought me back to wirting, I never realized how much I missed it. Thank you @greetingsfromthenorthernsea for our brainstorming and all your very helpful comments. And last but not least @honeylime08 for the incredible betaing. I loved all those little comments you gave at certain parts. Without you this story would be in terrible shape. ggg

THANK YOU, ladies!

Enough now, let’s start with the story. Hope you enjoy! :)

You can also read it here: FFn


Part 1

Numbers were her thing.

Ever since her first lesson in mathematics back when she started school at the tender age of 6, Katniss loved to solve equations. She added, substracted, multiplied and divided. She draw graphs, she solved page long math riddles.

She loved numbers.

And even though there were people out there who thought it boring and stupefying, Katniss also loved being an accountant.

Oh, and she was good at it. It was fulfilling for her to know every aspect of her clients company, to know its monthly debits and credits to the T, to have the books clean and correct and always up to date.

No matter how chaotic or unorganised a new client was whenever they sought out her company’s help, Katniss made sure the books were up and running within a short matter of time.

Tax authorities loved to work with her, always breathed a sigh of relief when they read her name as responsible for the account of the company they were reviewing.

So it took her by surprise when on Tuesday afternoon (she remembered it being a Tuesday because she had a burrito for lunch, and Tuesday was burrito-day in the cafeteria) her supervisor knocked on her office door and introduced her to her newest client.

And in stepped the most handsome man Katniss ever had laid eyes on.

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anonymous asked:

Reaper, Ink, Error and Fresh Snas DAD HEADCANNONS!!

Are you sure you want some of these ones as fathers??? ~Mod Feral

Reaper Sans

-He’s doing the best he can to be there for the child. His job keeps him out often, and what he is makes him scared to touch the child, but damn it he’s trying!

-He’ll sometimes come back with toys to give the child. Just cause he can’t touch them doesn’t mean he won’t give them things.

-On the off chance they happen to end up a reaper as well, he’ll try and teach them the ropes. It’s not an easy job. It’s not a fun job. But it’s kinda something you have no choice in.

Ink Sans

-He’s also usually busy. As a result, whenever he has time off, he’s doing as much bonding as possible with the child.

-He encourages creativity. No matter what kind of creative path the kid takes, he’ll encourage them and even join on occasion.

-Smiles all around.

Error Sans

-Probably the worst father as he’ll forget about the child sometimes. Especially if the child isn’t in the antivoid.

-He’ll keep them safe, and will make sure they’re in an area where they can survive, but boy does he not know what he’s doing.

-He may scare the child and/or other parent because he’ll glitch out when overwhelmed.

Fresh Sans

-He is more concerned about the other parent for a while. Did the virus spread? Will they be ok?

-The kid’s just fascinating to him. He doesn’t quite understand this type of reproduction, so it’s interesting.

-Have you ever seen the episode of Steven Universe with Baby Sour Cream when Rose was told to watch him and literally just watched as Sour Cream climbed up a Ferris Wheel? That’s how Fresh is with this.

I’m Not Her Part Two (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by haaksirikkoinen

Word Count: 1569

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: Hey so a part two to this was requested and here it is! I hope you guys like it because I kind of love it. You can read part one here

Liz eventually came home that night to work on the assignment with Peter, but she didn’t know that you were both friends now and especially didn’t know about your feelings for the boy. It had been a few weeks since you’d first hung out with him and you’d been talking to each other almost everyday. It felt nice to be close to him, even if you were just friends and hoping that one day you’d be more than that.

It was a Saturday night and your mum was forcing you to go to a party with your sister because she’s “Worried that you aren’t having a social life.” She should be thankful i’m not doing drugs or knocked up, not worried that I stay inside too often! You had to go even though you would rather be doing literally anything else.

Walking out to the living room ready to go, you are stopped by an over dramatic gasp leaving your sisters mouth. She stood up quickly from her seat, eyes wide as if she just saw the worlds biggest spider. “There is no way you’re going like that.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, crossing your arms as you just stared at your sister in bewilderment. Who the hell does she think she is? ”Excuse me?”

She made her way over to you, looking appalled by your outfit choice. ”You can’t wear that to a party, not that you’d know since you’ve never been to one before.” Rolling your eyes at her words you scoffed, this was typical of Liz, she loved to make you feel like shit. “Well sorry i’m not little miss popular like you.”

Ignoring your comment she grabbed you by the hand, practically dragging you along with her. “That’s it, I’ll pick out your outfit.” Your eyes widened at her words, there was no way that was going to happen. “No no no no no. Please no.” You dramatically held onto the nearby couch, clinging on for dear life until she yanked hard enough for your grip to loosen. You groaned as she dragged you into your room, sighing in defeat when she practically threw you onto the carpet.

You rubbed your shoulder in pain from the fall, that was definitely going to bruise.”Do you have any decent clothes in here?” She yelled out as she rummaged through your closet, throwing items of clothing behind her. You were not looking forward to cleaning that up later.

“Uh huh!” She grinned as she pulled out a short black dress that she’d brought you for Christmas one year and you’d never worn. And for a reason too, it was short and too revealing for your liking. “No way am I wearing that.”

“Oh come one.We’ll be here all night otherwise.” She looked annoyed at you, impatiently tapping her foot with her arms crossed. Sighing in defeat you slowly nodded your head.“Fine.”

Liz let out a squeal that hurt your ears as she threw the dress into your face. “Yay you’re becoming a woman!” 

 “Oh shut it Liz.” Rolling your eyes at your sister you walked to that bathroom to get changed. Slipping on the dress, you had to admit it made you feel really pretty. You shyly walked out of the room, your sisters eyes lighting up.“You look so pretty sis.”

A smile appeared on your face, maybe she wasn’t the worst sister after all? “Thanks, I guess.”

Parked outside the house you could here the music blaring and could see a few drunk teenagers stumbling around the front lawn. Already you wanted to go home, this was a bad idea. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your sisters voice. “Now remember, get out of the car a few minutes after me. I can’t have people know that I came with you.” She was applying a fresh coat of lipstick before shoving the tube into her purse. Ignoring her comment you muttered out a “whatever” before she got out and slammed the door behind her.

You were tempted to just drive off and leave her there to find her own way home, but you knew better than that. After waiting a few minutes like she instructed, you got out locking the car behind you, nervously making your way to the party. You wished your friend was here but she couldn’t go since she was working, you’d just have to face this one on your own.

Entering the party you were overwhelmed by the atmosphere. Teenagers grinding up against each other, some having conversations whilst sipping their drinks and you could definitely smell weed in the air. You weren’t judging these people for their choices, you just personally weren’t into this sort of scene. You just preferred staying home and reading books in bed whilst snuggling up to your cat.   

Your eyes searched the room for a familiar face as you made your way through the crowd. Your eyes caught sight of your sister who was sipping from her cup whilst flirting with a boy you couldn’t see. Wanting to know who it was, you moved closer only to stop in shock when you saw that it was Peter Parker. An uneasy feeling stirred up in your gut, your sister was flirting with your crush. And just when you thought you stood a chance with the boy. Little did you know this was nothing compared to what was about to happen.

A gasp escaped your lips, your hand covering your mouth as tears uncontrollably fell down your face. Only a few meters away from you stood your sister with her lips on Peter’s. A loud sob escaped your mouth causing a few people to look over at you, including Peter. 

You sprinted out of the party and ran to your car, crawling inside as the tears fell endlessly. Your heart was so broken, you’d never felt pain like this before. Just for once you thought someone would like you better than your sister, that someone would choose you over your sister, just once! You were prepared to leave, not caring now that your sister would be left here, she could find her own way home.

As you were putting on your seat belt you heard a knocking on the window, looking up you saw Peter standing outside your car wearing a worried expression. You sniffled, thinking whether or not you should talk to him, after all he did break your heart he just didn’t know it. “Please Y/N, let me explain.”

The pleading tone in his voice caused you to reach over and unlock the passenger door to let him inside. “Okay, then explain.”

He sat beside you, shutting the door behind him. His words came out rushed and fast, like he knew that he fucked up. “Look what happened back there, it wasn’t what it looked like.”

“Oh really?” Sarcasm dripped from your voice, did he really think you would fall for that line?

“Y/N I was just making friendly conversation with Liz and then out of no where she kisses me. I didn’t kiss her. As soon as I realized what was happening I pushed her off of me only to see you running off into the crowd. I didn’t want that to happen and I swear I don’t have feelings for your sister.” The honesty in his voice made you want to believe him, but it was so hard to when people were constantly choosing your sister over you.

“How can I believe you?”

He took your hands in his, looking into your eyes as he spoke the next words. ”Because, these past few weeks I’ve spent getting to know you have been some of the best weeks of my life. I can’t open up to many people like I can with you, I mean, the fourth time we hung out I told you I was Spider-man.”

You let out a chuckle at that last part, it was true, he must really trust you then. It confused you though, after what you just saw how could you trust him? “What are you trying to say Peter? Because I just saw the person I’ve liked for years kissing my sister and all I can feel is hurt. I just want for once someone to love me and not her!” You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt a tear drop on your arm.

Peter grabbed your cheeks as he leaned in closer to you, causing your heart to skip a beat. “But I do! I love you, I don’t even like your sister. Y/N, I choose you, I want to be with you.” There was dead silence for a few seconds, you were trying to process what he just said.

“I-I can you say that again?”

“What? That I love you?” You shyly nodded, needing to hear him say that one more time.

“I love you, Y/N.” You wasted no time in closing the distance between you, pressing your lips against his. It was perfect, it just felt right like this is where you were meant to be. Pulling away you just smiled, resting your forehead against his.

“Want to get out of here?” You let out a giggle at his question, pulling apart to start the car. “God yes.”

You drove off with Peter that night, holding hands as you drove into the city, not caring how Liz was going to get home, she’d manage.

Funnel Cake - Okieriete Onaodowan x Reader (Pt. 2 of Cotton Candy)

Summary: The story of the first date Oak takes you on after your meeting at the carnival. The universe loves to repeat itself, but it also loves to meddle. 

Warnings: A single swear word. Literally, that’s it. 


Request: @l-tay - Cotton Candy gave me MAJOR Oak feels. Part 2? Please? Pretty please with more tooth rotting fluff on top?

A/N: Okay so, when I started this I totally hated it, but by the time I finished it I really loved it. So there’s a mound of mixed feelings about this one. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

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The worst part of a date, hands down, was the wait. The minutes that dragged on as you stare at the clock in anticipation, or the seconds that hurry by too fast for your grasp to hold on tight enough and be early for once in your goddamn life.

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anonymous asked:

May I ask for any fic recs from your guilty pleasure tags?

Here are some great Not Steve Friendly and Not team cap friendly fics. No ships so enjoy!

Parade of the Blind

The Best People in Life are Free

well treated or crushed

No One Left To Blame

But I Haven’t Thought of You Lately at All

Never Know What’s Coming

Nobody’s heroes

Wake up, Princess.

The Tony Stark Squad

Don’t come crawling back to me


We Were Young Once, Full of Violence (now you’re silent, and I’m breathing the cold)

The Worst Job

phony smiles are the best i’ve got (for you)

We’re all such special, precious gems (aren’t we?)

like an old, untreated wound (that’s here to stay)


92. “You’re so clingy, I love it” (Jungkook x Reader)

Genre: fluff
Word count: 1095
A/N: To the anon that requested this, forgive me for taking so long! School is such a bitch sometimes~ Enjoy babes, I love me some feedback  :D

In one of the rare mornings Jungkook didn’t have to compete the Sun in rising, they had an opportunity to wake up together. Quite a lot, actually, she has thought that the cold side of the bed her fingers reach in the morning was destined to be banished.

It was a delight when it was.

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They are Arashi.
I wonder how they must feel when think that they are Arashi.
I just see 5 ordinary and wonderful men whose get along amazing and their chemistry is awesome.
I already saw a lot of videos where they said what Arashi means to them. I always finished crying when I heard them speak with total sincerity.

They are 5 bakas. They make us laugh and cry. Make us happy. They made me a better person and tough me a lot of important things. I just love them so much and I’ll never forget them.

Riida thank you for bring me the courage that I need sometimes.
Nino thank you for tough me the meaning of hard work no matter what.
Sho-kun thank you for tough me to follow what I want without listen to others.
MatsuJun thank you for tough me to be more professional in my work.
Aiba-chan thank you for tough me to smile even if all around me is the worst.

I love you guys💕

anonymous asked:

I suspect Tony, Steve and Bucky will be in the top three. BUT if you had to put all the Avengers, and possibly the supporting characters, on a scale, where would they fall and why?

1) TONY WOULD BE AT THE TOP BECAUSE HE IS MY PRECIOUS CHILD (Actually it’s because he’s shown to have mental illness/PTSD in canon and do you know how hard that is to find?! I saw Iron Man 3 and it’s not the best movie but it is my favorite because he had his first anxiety attack and I cried and cried because finally, someone like me, being shown at their worst instead of all those fake plastic smiles and frightened eyes.)

2) James Rhodes my precious War Machine would be second because honestly even half the shenanigans Tony gets up to wouldn’t be possible without him (and he is also so important to me as a black man who is a commanding officer and also graduated from MIT can you even imagine all the bullshit he had to go through HE IS IMPORTANT TO A LOT OF PEOPLE.)

3) Pepper is a queen and should be treated like one. (People say she’s problematic because she didn’t stick it out with Tony and I want to fight all of them. She did not feel safe. Tumblr’s need to be supportive to the mentally ill at the expense of the neurotypical’s own mental and physical health is toxic. My mom went to her room and cried and cried after helping me through an episode because she was the only one that could and it exhausted her and I hate that she had to go through that with no help of her own. GROW UP, TUMBLR. HAVING HELP IS NICE BUT BEING MENTALLY ILL IS ULTIMATELY YOUR PROBLEM AND YOU MUST LEARN COPING SKILLS. *steps off soap box* Kudos to Pepper for looking out for her own mental health. Tony is my fave but I would never want anyone to sacrifice their wellness for him.)

4) Natasha is interesting and sassy and I know lots of people aren’t interested anymore but I would LOVE a Black Widow movie about her entering the Red Room, breaking out, defecting, finding SHIELD. I’m just saying DC THREW DOWN THE GAUNTLET, MARVEL. YOU HAVE TO LIVE WITH THE FACT THAT THEY DID A FEMALE LEAD MOVIE FIRST. I mean how could you not love her. She quotes old sci-fi movies and uses emoji in her texts.

5) Bruce Banner/Hulk because I also had anger issues as a child. Sometimes I do feel kind of like a monster when I’m angry.

6) James Bucky Barnes because we see him trying to recover from his trauma in realistic ways and I’m all about showing recovery. (Huh, it’s almost as if I like seeing representation.)

7) Steve Rogers because I am small Steve apparently. The first movie was the best, such character development. Marvel has done us a disservice by not showing how affected he is by his traumas. Admittedly I can kind of see it as “This wasn’t talked about when I was a kid, everyone got shellshock, this isn’t a big deal” so they don’t talk about it. But hey, my grandfather was in WWII and had that mentality. And it cost him his marriage. So whatever. (He would be higher up on the list but I’m still Salty about CW and that fucking ‘sorry not sorry’ letter.)

8) Thor/Clint. It’s easy to forget them. In fact, a lot of the times I see Thor omitted from fic entirely (sometimes they even mention Thor is on Asgard but a lot of times they just don’t mention him at all), which is a shame, because he’s by far a very easy character to relate to (on a basic level: father disappointed in him, he can’t come home, eventually redeems himself and is accepted back, it’s all very feel good). And Clint as a character is more interesting to me in comics than in MCU. I don’t like that he was given this family that was so important in AoU then he tossed them aside in CW. Be consistent for God’s sake.

The top four are non-negotiable but the bottom four change frequently to suit my mood.