this cake is made of metal

Dessert Connoisseurs

                                             SUGAR PT.1

Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: This is the first installment of my AU series yeet!

Words: 954

Prompt: Struggling with the pressures of running a bakery in New York City, [Y/N] [Y/L/N] is your average, flour-covered baker. Bucky Barnes is your no nonsense, sugar-hating guy. What happens when the two get closer than Fate intends for them to?

Warnings: swearing, serious cat names??, shitty writing

A huge shoutout to @redgillan for being an actual angel and beta-ing this for me. 

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In short, Bucky Barnes doesn’t like sweets. He despises the carbohydrate with every ounce of being. Sure, give him a bowl of spaghetti, he’ll scarf it down with inhuman speed and ask for more (with extra Parmesan cheese) but when it comes to sweets, he has a divergence to them.

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A/N: Request from anon. A lot of depression and angst here but I’d say it’s fluffy too. It worked well with that idea I had in mind, so without further ado… enjoy!

Words: 1662
Warnings: angst, depression

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Okay but y’all. Y’all. Junkrat’s first Christmas.

Junkrat sitting around the Christmas tree watching the gifts under the tree get dolled out, and being surprised when a small pile accumulates at his feet. 

One is from Zenyatta (a small pocket notebook and pencil so that he doesn’t have to rummage for scrap paper when he has an idea), one from Lucio (a six-pack of bath bombs), one from Hana (a modest, but very nice new tool set), one from Mercy (a first aid kit, since he doesn’t like coming to her office and she wants him to at least have something), and a Christmas card from Bastion (a small flower she picked that morning, clumsily taped to a piece of paper). 

And just like. Junkrat getting like, legit choked up b/c he thought these people hated him, but they invited him to spend time with them and some of them even took time out of their day to get him something!!! They thought of him!!! And like, people never just give him things. There’s always some sort of trade or he takes it. And like. Up until now, most everyone’s just been like, “ugh, those gross junkers, when are they leaving???” but everyone is more than a little touched when he thanks them, all the while holding all of his presents in his lap and not looking up from them with this big, goofy smile on his face. 

“I, I dunno what ta say…these’re. They’re real nice. Thank ya.” 

And for the rest of the night, everyone’s just giving him things. “Here Junkrat, you have the last piece of cake”, “Junkrat! Here’s some tungsten scraps I had lyin’ around. Take them, take them!”. He later finds a single, perfectly knitted mitten on his bed, made with yarn that matches the skein stuffed under Roadhog’s bed. 

But he didn’t get anyone anything, and so the next few days he keeps approaching people with these tiny gifts that he made/found. And like, he gets something for everyone, not just the people who got him something. A pendant for mei (a snowflake made out of greasy gears), a heart phone charm for Hana, bent from tiny little scraps of metal, a sheet of frog stickers for Lucio he found from only God knows where. A tiny, crudely made tea spoon for Ana that he shaped himself. 

Just, like. Idk. The overwatch crew slowly starting to see the good in the junkers, and the junkers slowly coming to trust overwatch. 

(((and yes I KNOW he hates omnics, but I love Bastion and Zenyatta so much and they’re some of the most likely people to get a present for someone who isn’t especially likable, so just imagine he doesn’t know who they’re from)))

Bad Decisions pt 4 [Jaehyun]

Originally posted by cherryassbomb

Genre: Angst

Scenario: Your long term friend Jaehyun is in love with your best friend. You want nothing but the best for them but silently dealing with your break up from BTS singer Jeon Jungkook has been weighing on you. One drunken night and one bad decision leads to risks taken and mistakes made.

Characters: Jaehyun; Reader (You); Your Friend (Y/F/N); Mark

Word Count: 1820

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Jaehyun listened to the engine of Y/F/N’s car roar as he watched her tear off into the distance. As if to reflect his mood the dark clouds in the sky quickly merged together and the rain from earlier had returned with a force. He felt the cold raindrops splash against his skin and he took his bottom lip between his teeth. He pressed down so hard he could have sworn he recognized the coppery taste of blood on his tongue.

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I wanted to do an aesthetic for it but eh fuck it I can’t find enough pictures

•baby sheep everywhere
•like everywhere
•summer festivals happen at that time when it’s supposed to be night, but it’s still daytime because it’s summer, so people are starting fires and wandering down the streets drinking in the soft orangey sunsets
•introducing the capall caught last October to saddles, since they’re calmer now
•swimming in lakes, since there has to be freshwater coming from somewhere?
•finding strange, castaway figurines in the lakes. Of elongated horses, ceremonial daggers, broken pots and metal pieces from bridles and saddles
•the grass is so green against a watered-down sky
•the beach at sunset, glorious gold
•riding on the beach at sunset. No fear from the November water horses
•the children and their pet dragonflies
•you’ve heard of November Cakes? Get ready for July Pies.
(I completely just made that up wtf Alyx go get some sleep you have a job interview tomorrow)
•rain. Oh, my god, the rain. It never stops. It slicks down the hills, darkens the stonework. Clouds cover St. Columba’s, making it so impressive
•Puck and Sean in the shed while it’s raining. Brushing down a disgruntled Dove, feeling her coat gritty from the water, feeling safe and warm and happy in the yellow shed that’s filled with hay and straw, whole outside is pouring
•Corr stands in the middle of his pasture, resting his bad leg against the ground, head lowered, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the water slipping over his back and tangling in his mane. It’s not salt water, but it will do
•summer nights. Driving the Morris somewhere, anywhere, the night air cool and clean from the rain that’s finally stopped. Parking near the cliffs and leaning backwards and looking at the stars
•Gabe goes to America and discovers iced tea. Sends it excitedly to Puck- “It’s tea! That’s cold! It’s wonderful for the summer!”
•Puck is ashamed and stubbornly continues boiling her tea, until the kettle is as red as she is
•kittens! The tumble around everyone’s ankles, Dove tries so hard not to step on them, Corr debates eating them but he’s well fed and Puffin is staring at him angrily and oh god, she’s faced down the devil himself, and he’s not gonna fuck with her
•Puck getting into a boat for the first time since her parents death with Finn and Sean. They drift out slightly offshore and watch the sunset. On the beach, the water horses dance
•lazy warm, early mornings. Hearing the sheep outside the window and stretching and staying in bed

lingoarchaic  asked:

Hey, it's me Vegetastan ☺. Got a new play along for ya. Trunks: Hey Mom, can I ask you something? Mom: Sure, what is it? Trunks: How did you know you were in love with Papa?

Bulma momentarily stopped spreading the chocolate frosting over the cake she’d just baked for her husband and she looked at her son.

“Why do you ask?” She finally said, resuming her task.

“Well… Today is your wedding anniversary, right?”

“Yeah… And?”

“And… Every year I go to Goten’s place so you two can celebrate together…”

Bulma kept working on her cake, secretly wondering where her child was going with this. It was unlike Trunks to ask a lot of questions about her relationship with Vegeta, particularly about their early rocky years.


“So, every year Goten’s mom asks me about you two. Like… I don’t know… It’s almost like she can’t believe you guys are in love or something…”

The hidden sorrow behind her son’s voice made her heart sink a little, and her anger at her discovery of Chichi’s nosiness didn’t help either.

‘Damn, Chichi…’

She was one to talk about love and romance…  

Her husband only married her in order to keep some stupid childhood promise he’d made without even knowing what marriage was really all about. Thankfully, it’d all worked out in the end for the two of them, but it wasn’t as if it’d been the ‘Romance of the Century’ either, certainly, not at the beginning.

For Dende’s sake! Goku even thought getting married had to do with food!

“Sweetie, come here. Sit down…” Bulma said softly, encouraging the boy to sit by her side. She guessed it was as good a time as any to discuss certain things with Trunks.

She quickly finished her work and she set the finished cake aside, peeking at the large bowl on the table, which still had some melted chocolate left in it.

“Wanna dip?” Bulma offered, playfully wiggling her eyebrows.

Trunks replied enthusiastically, without hesitation. “Yeah!”

Bulma chuckled, shaking her head as she walked to Capsule Corp.’s massive fridge to fetch some fresh strawberries. Living with a couple of Saiyans wasn’t always easy, but at least it wasn’t hard to figure out how to cheer them up: with lots of delicious food.

She set the strawberries on the table, quietly offering them to Trunks, who eagerly grabbed a juicy berry and happily dipped it into the chocolate as Bulma imitated his actions.

“So… Love, uh?”


“Okay… Well…” Bulma started, taking another bite. “I’d say it wasn’t something that happened overnight, you know?”

The little boy scowled. “So, it wasn’t like in the movies?”

“In the movies?”

“Yeah…” Trunks shrugged. “Like, when the girl meets the guy and she knows she’s gonna marry him and stuff…”

The woman smiled knowingly. “You mean ‘love at first sight’, right?”

“I guess…”

“Mmm… No, Trunks. From my experience, love doesn’t really work that way.”

“It doesn’t?” Trunks asked, honestly surprised.

Bulma finished her strawberry, picking up another one and losing count of how many her son had already eaten.

“Nope. I think you have to get to know a person before you love them. I don’t believe you can really love someone you don’t know too well…”

There was a brief pause, and Trunks realized his mom was now deep in thought.

“I guess I knew I was in love with your dad sometime before I found out I was pregnant with you…” She finally concluded.

“Really?” The child enquired, raising his eyebrows. “So, you didn’t like him at first?”

“Oh, no! That’s not what I meant! If I hadn’t liked him I would have never invited him to live here! No… I guess… I guess what I mean is… You know your dad is a quiet man, right?”

“Uh-huh…” He agreed.

“So, that’s why it took longer for me to get to know him, I guess…”

Trunks swallowed a mouthful of berries before asking again.

“And why is that?”

“Why is what?”

“You know… Why is dad so quiet? Is it because he’s Saiyan?”

Bulma tilted her head to the side a little, knowing she had to be careful with how much information about Vegeta’s past she disclosed to her son. When Trunks was a baby and Vegeta finally agreed to stay on Earth and give their relationship and fatherhood a chance, she knew, even though her man had been too proud to discuss such things, that Vegeta was probably afraid of his son ending up hating him in the future, so she told him he’d only talk about his past with Trunks when the child was older and only if he felt comfortable discussing certain matters with him.

Interestingly enough, Bulma had never been truly scared of Trunks hating Vegeta when he’d finally discover his past. After all, if Mirai Trunks had ended up loving and respecting him so much without having spent a lot of time with him, she knew their Trunks, the one who’d actually been raised by a dad he fiercely admired, would undoubtedly forgive his father’s evil deeds when he was older.

“I think so, Trunks… I think a big part of it has to do with him being Saiyan. And, also… Well, your dad didn’t have a lot of friends growing up, so I guess it was hard for him at first to open up to people…”

“Papa had no friends?”

One look at Trunks’ sad frown told Bulma she’d just perhaps said too much…

“Hey! Come here!” Bulma asked invitingly, offering him a hug with open arms her son accepted greedily. She hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead, realizing that, even though Trunks wasn’t a small child anymore, he’d always be her little boy to her.

“Your dad grew up in Space, and it’s harder to make friends out there, that’s all…” She lied, after all, there’d be enough time for her son to discover how dark the Universe could be sometimes. Until then, she’d protect his innocence as much as she could, not that the child hadn’t already gone through hard times during the battle against Buu.  

“But then he came to Earth and we all welcomed him. And now he has lots of friends, right?”

Trunks smirked, so much like his father the resemblance was uncanny.

“He does…” He agreed.

Bulma held him closer, whispering in his ear. “And we all love him very much, don’t we?”

The boy blushed, embarrassed about disclosing his feelings towards his father in front of his mom.

Oh, yeah…

He was Vegeta’s child, after all…

“Moooom…” He whined as Bulma playfully ruffled his hair.

“We do love him! Now, be a good boy and bring your dad his cake, he’s been in the GR for too long and he needs to take a break anyway.”

Trunks cautiously held the massive chocolate cake his mom had baked for his dad, knowing just how much it must have meant for her since Bulma almost never cooked, always relying on their own private chefs to deal with all the cooking.

“Be careful, baby…” Bulma warned him tenderly.

“Mom?” Trunks asked again, already on his way out of the kitchen.


“Then when did you finally know you were in love with Papa?”

“Oh, right… Um… I guess I knew when I finally realized I’d be really sad if I ever had to live without him; that was also before I got pregnant with you,” she honestly replied.

It was the truth.

Despite the fact that it was their mutual physical attraction towards each other what started their sexual affair so many years ago, at some point around the time she discovered she was pregnant with Trunks, she finally had the courage to admit to herself she’d really fallen in love with the proud Saiyan Prince and, even though Vegeta was still in deep denial about their new, still very fragile relationship, she knew he’d already grown fond of her on some level even then.

All in all, Bulma liked to believe there’d been some kind of love involved during Trunks’ conception, and she unquestionably wanted her child to firmly believe that too.

“I see… Thanks Mom!”

“No problem, sweetie… Careful with that cake! And don’t drop the fork!” She cautioned as she saw the boy walking out into the garden in search of his father.

Once he reached his destination, Trunks knocked twice on the heavy gate of his dad’s beloved Gravity Room. Almost instantly, the buzzing noise ceased, signaling Vegeta had switched it off, and a very sweaty Saiyan opened the metal door.

“What is it, boy?” He asked, wiping off some of the sweat from his brow with a white towel and taking a large gulp of ice cold water with his other hand.

“Um, Mom asked to bring you this, she made it for you…”

One look at the sweet delicacy told Vegeta all he needed to know about what day it was.

“I see…” He replied, sitting on the stairs by the door and grabbing the cake, putting it carefully on his lap and picking up the fork his woman had also placed on the large plate. When he raised his gaze, he noticed Trunks still standing right in front of him, staring at him with intrigued eyes.

“Is there anything else you need, boy?”

“Uh? Um, no, that was all… I hope you like it, Papa!”

Vegeta assented in confirmation and just as his son was about to leave, he saw him turn around, asking him one final question.



“You have a lot of friends now, right?”

The Prince stopped chewing on his mouthful of cake for a moment, wondering what the Hell was the kid talking about now. Whatever it was, the expression on his face told him it was a serious question, so he pondered his words for a minute.


What a word…

He knew just how fond those damned earthlings were of their friendships and all of those strange, sentimental attachments and, yet, hadn’t he ended up becoming one of them anyway?

The closest thing to a ‘friend’ he’d had before he landed on Earth were Nappa and Raditz, and they were more like comrades to him, subjects of the Royal Crown, and if he was honest with himself, they basically stuck together because they were the only ones from their kind left.

Then, did he have any friends?

If the definition of a friend was someone who fought by your side and that you could rely on when things got ugly, then, much to his shame, he had to admit all these bizarre, ridiculous people had become his friends, so he assented.

“I do, boy. Now, why don’t you go to the kitchen and help your mother clean up?”

Trunks offered him the brightest smile, and he looked so relieved by his answer that now Vegeta knew he’d definitely have to ask Bulma what that whole friend questioning thing was all about later. He had the feeling she’d had a hand on it.

“Sure!” He yelled, running to the kitchen. “Have fun with Mom tonight!”

Vegeta drank some more water, paying close attention to the scene taking place now in their kitchen through its large glass windows. Trunks was, indeed, helping Bulma place all the dirty dishes in the dishwasher as she sat down, distractedly rubbing her belly. He noticed his wife had been doing that a lot ever since she’d found out she was pregnant again, and even though she wasn’t showing yet, she kept caressing her still flat tummy at all times. It was a miracle no one had noted her strange behavior yet. Bulma had insisted they kept it a secret for as long as they could, concerned about something potentially going wrong during the early stages. She was older now than she was when she conceived Trunks and he’d had a hard time convincing her about having another child.

He smirked, pleased to see his son was growing up to be a responsible young man, obeying him without question, though he knew Bulma had played a big role on Trunks becoming the kind-hearted kid he was. Without his mother’s presence around him, the child would have probably become the grumpy, miserable man he himself had been before the woman came into his life, smashing his barriers down and making him see and explore life in a way he never thought possible.

The warrior savored another bite of the delicious cake, secretly trying to imagine what kind of a surprise his mischievous little minx would have prepared for him tonight, and he wiped off his brow again with the back of his hand, looking at the summer’s bright blue sky and wondering how was it possible that someone like him ended up getting so damn lucky.

Yes, life was good for the Saiyan Prince… 

There you go @lingoarchaic!

Sorry it took me so long to write this one for you!

Now I finally have more free time to write again, I hope you like it!

Hold Tight

By TheRiverScribe

Summary:  They’d become fluent in the unspoken language of lovers who couldn’t proclaim their devotion in public.  Everything they felt was said in silence, communicated through gestures and codes. Gabriel hated it with a passion.
Warnings:  Brief incident of homophobia
Word Count:  3950
Pairing/Characters:  Gabriel/Sam Winchester
                                    Castiel/Dean Winchester (mentioned)

Aesthetic created by the awe-inspiring @lacqueluster

June Entry for the Gabriel Monthly Challenge
Dialogue Prompt:  “All I know is one of us is right and the other one is you.”
This was also heavily inspired by ANZ Australia’s #HoldTight ad campaign.

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Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x reader (eventually)

Warnings: Language, violence, explosions, mean aliens, pie

A/N: I have no idea what come over me, or why I’m suddenly delving into the Marvel franchise headfirst. All I know, is this is pretty long, but then again, I did write it. I have no self-control, I swear. Enjoy!


“Barnes!” you gasp, lying flat on the ground where you’ve been thrown by the explosion of a nearby car. You’re really getting sick of being knocked around all the time, tossed through the air by some kind of freaking alien or asshole in a suit.

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One Century

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Request: Haiii! You might remember me from my request a month back? BUT if it’s ok to request again, I ABSOLUTELY NEED AND WOULDN’T CHOOSE ANY OTHER WRITER TO DO THIS. Bucky’s bday is March 10, 1917. THAT MEANS HE’S 100 YEARS OLD THIS YEAR. Please can you write where the reader and Bucky do something really cute together and they’re interrupted by the other Avengers who say something like ‘We wanna celebrate his 100th birthday with him too’ and it ends in a big loving family scene. PLEASEEE <3- @hattnco
Warnings: None
A/N: Happy 100th birthday James Buchanan Barnes! I thought this was kinda cute, but let me know what you all thought…
James Buchanan Barnes was born on March 10th, 1917. That meant, as of today, he was turning 100 years’ old. As his girlfriend of 6 months, you felt it was your duty to make this one of the best birthdays he’d ever had (which wasn’t saying much considering where he’d spent the majority of his birthdays), but nonetheless you had big plans.

Waking up at around 8am, you slipped out from beneath his arm with a yawn and padded into the bathroom. Pulling on a tank top and pair of jeans, you quickly twisted your hair up into a ponytail and headed back out to the kitchen. With a smile on your face, you set about making Bucky’s favourite breakfast, pancakes with bacon and syrup. After plating up a pile of the sweet treat, with a steaming cup of coffee on the side, you walked back into the room, placing it on the side before sidling up next to your sleeping boyfriend.

“Bucky, baby, wake up…” You cooed, pushing his hair gently off his forehead. Giggling at his disgruntled snuffling, you dropped a light kiss to his lips. “I made you breakfast…”

In a split second, Bucky had wrapped his arm around your waist and moved you so your back hit the mattress. Moving so he loomed above you, he leaned closer with a shit-eating grin pulling at his lips. “Oh yeah? Is it a special occasion or something?” He mused, voice still gruff from sleep.

“Mhhmm… maybe.” You whispered, not being able to help the smile that made its way onto your face as he pressed another kiss against your lips. Pulling away, you bopped him on the nose as he looked down on you with a scrunched-up face. “Though, if you don’t get up then you won’t get any of your presents…”

Smirking, Bucky just ran a hand up your side, slipping it beneath the fabric of your tank top. “Can’t this be my present.” He murmurs huskily, dropping kisses to your collarbone and neck. Raising his head, he pressed another kiss to your lips, this time your foreheads bumping as it got more heated. “Best birthday present ever…”

Giggling, you threaded your fingers through his hair, reveling in the feeling of his hands on your skin. You couldn’t tear yourself away from how wrapped up the two of you were, which is why you almost didn’t notice the sound of the door being swung open.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” A loud chorus of voices shouted from the doorway, causing both yours and Bucky’s heads to snap in that direction. There stood almost the entire Avengers team (with the exception of Thor and Banner since they were both still MIA).

“Happy birthday Buck!” Steve beamed, holding a sloppily made cake in his hands and wearing a bright red party hat on his head. “We made you this!” He said, thrusting the cake out in your direction.

Chuckling deeply, Bucky lent back on his metal arm to stare at the group of superheroes. “Thanks guys, but couldn’t we do this later?” His eyebrows hitched, eyes flickering between you and the overenthusiastic group.

“Can’t let your girlfriend hog you all day Bucky Boy, we want to spend the day with you too!” Clint piped up over Steve’s shoulder, a childish pout on his lips as he batted his eyelashes.

“We’ll be out in a minute guys, go grab the presents and we’ll meet you in the sitting room.” You smiled, hand rubbing up and down Bucky’s bare arm. “I promise.”

With a whoop from Clint, a grin from Steve and a knowing smirk from Natasha, the group left, all hurrying to get their shoddily wrapped presents from wherever they’d hidden them. Chuckling at your friend’s enthusiasm, you made to move out from beneath Bucky’s solid frame.

“Where’d you think you’re going?” Bucky murmured, moving to resume your previous position.

With a giggle, you moved your hand to cover his mouth as he leaned in for a kiss. “Uh uh, I said we’d be down in a minute, and we will.” You shook your head, letting out another giggle as he groaned and dropped his head onto your shoulder. Running a hand up his neck and into his hair, you whispered, “Happy Birthday baby.”

“Thanks Doll.” He murmured, dropping a kiss to your shoulder before rolling over to the other side of the bed and heaving himself up. Tugging a shirt over his head, he held out a hand to help you up with a fond smile on his lips.

The sound of laughter filled the large room, each member of the team lounging on a piece of furniture with a drink in their hand.

“Hey terminator, you’re officially one century old, how does it feel?” Tony smirked, taking a sip from his amber coloured drink, as he narrowly dodged the pillow that Rhodey threw at his head.

Groaning, Bucky just leaned his head over the back of the sofa, arm tightening around your shoulder as you curled up closer to his side. “Shut up Stark.” He muttered, looking fondly down at you as you laughed sleepily. All Bucky could think as he sat there surrounded by the raucous group was, he was damn lucky to be where he was now. With good friends and you by his side, he couldn’t remember a better birthday.

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It’s DaRMA! Originally the Logic Core (the cake core) but repurposed significantly to be a manager of the maintenance and disassembly of Aperture’s hazardous materials and locales. She can float! Being filled with lighter than air gases and made of light metal alloys, she appears to swim and bounce along the superstructures of Aperture. Her design was conceptualized by the Military Android department, her model function being either to service an open air facility like Aperture or attend to facilities beneath the waves.
Her personality core is a hippie and a marginal cook, but enjoys doing it even if its no longer a directive for her. She was purportedly part of the Genetic Life-form program.


Wrote this a while back in March when Divide by Ed Sheeran just came out, and BOY DID ‘SAVE MYSELF’ HIT ME WITH FEELS FOR JASON! Technically the song doesn’t even relate to this story, but it was my original inspiration until my imagination flew somewhere else.

Jason has forgotten a lot of things in his two lifetimes.

When he was 5, he forgot to wipe his feet at the doormat, running so quickly into the house that he tracked the filth of the streets in. He received an earful from his mother, she said the house is the one thing she wants to be clean, “free of the dirt of the Alley.” Jason didn’t understand what she meant.

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i am free whenever you’re in front of me

HELLO…… I’M SO SORRY. i know this is like….. 2 months off my schedule but i hope it’s worth the wait!

shoutout to @baegerbombtastic for reading everything every time i add two (2) sentences as always….. literally as always. thanks to @ereriere for telling me i’m not a piece of shit for being busy. and thank you to @burningfairytales for managing to be excited despite the fact that i took forever.


Pairing: Eren/Levi
Verse: Dead on Arrival (an urban fantasy au)
Rating: T
Summary: (There are moments in his life that are impossible to forget, no matter how many times he rises from the dead.

He knows the taste of riverwater, though his taste buds have changed countless times since then. He knows the feeling of broken ribs, the way that tires sound when they can’t get proper traction against the road underneath them. He knows the way that twenty-four hour laundromats smell between sunset and sunrise, and knows the way that the smell of cigarettes mingles with the thickness of fabric softener as an analog clock ticks in the background.

Eren remembers a lot of the moments that have changed his life, word for word.)

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Pairing: James Moriarty X Reader

Requested By: Anonymous - I’d like to request #33 from the prompt where the reader finds out that it’s Moriarty birthday despite his best efforts to keep it a secret and surprises him by decorating the house and baking him a cake.

Prompt: #33 – Birthday – the anniversary of the day on which a person was born, typically treated as an occasion for celebration and the giving of gifts.

Warnings: Fluffy stuffs.

AN: I had a bit of writers block with this one, I’m still new to all this fluffy stuff so it’s a lot harder for me to write. Sorry if it’s not up to snuff, the next one coming out is more up my alley, so be prepared for something a lot more dark and intense with just a touch of fluff.


You had been on a mission for weeks now, every time James left the house you searched. In the bedroom, his office, closets, the garage, and every storage container you could find. It had taken you a week before you finally found something, hidden within the attic. A small metal container containing the information you had wanted, James Moriarty’s birthday.

You couldn’t contain your excitement when you finally found out, and what made it even better is that it was only a few weeks away. You made plans, got the supplies, the cake mix and a few presents. You hid them well, places you knew he would never look and waited until that special day.

When he left that morning you got to work, you had no idea what time he would be back and you wanted to make sure everything was ready when that time came. You ran to the kitchen and began the process of baking the cake. A simple red velvet cake iced in deep reds, his name written on the top with a nice little ‘happy birthday’.

After that you brought out the presents, sitting them on the coffee table by the cake in a neat little arrangement that you changed up several times before you were satisfied. Then came the decorating, you pulled out a 'happy birthday’ banner, hanging it across the railing of the stairs that was in plain view the moment you walked into the living room. You hung streamers, blew up balloons and placed everything exactly how you had planned it in your head.

You took a step back and admired your work, it wasn’t much but you were happy with it. That’s when you heard the front door and you piratically ran to meet in him the hall. “James!” You say, and he eyes you with suspicion the moment he sees you. “I missed you!” You squeal, leaning towards him and giving him a quick peck on the lips before looking at him sweetly.

“What did you do?” He asks, pulling off his coat which you take and hang up for him.

“N..nothing..what makes you think I did something, I mean, you left and I did some things around the house, but I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, let’s go in here…” You say, speaking quickly as the excitement overwhelmed you.

“Y/n,” he says as you grab him by the arm and pull him towards the living room, you turn so you can see his face as he enters, watching as his eyes widen as he looks at the decorations, and then the table with the cake and presents. “How did you find out?” He asks, genuine surprise written across his face.

“I did some snooping around since you wouldn’t tell me, you’re not the only devious one around here.” You say, a smirk on your lips. “Happy Birthday, James.”  

For the first time in his life he is speechless, unsure of what to say as a mix of feelings swoop in. He is somewhat upset to know you had been snooping around, yet he couldn’t help the small smile that crept to his lips as the sight. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he has celebrated his birthday, it wasn’t really something that mattered to him.

Another year passed, another year older, another year closer to death.

If it had been anyone else he would have blown it off, because who had time for such ordinary things as a birthday? But because it was you, the one and only person he ever loved, he was okay with celebrating, he was okay with it because it was you.

If it had been anyone else he would have blown it off, because who had time for such ordinary things as a birthday? But because it was you, he was okay with it. Because it was you, he was happy to spend his birthday celebrating, as long as it was you.

“Thank you.” He finally says, and you allow him to pull you into a hug. You wrap your arms around him and give him a kiss on the cheek.

“Anything for you, now come on.” You say, pulling him by his arm again and pushing him to sit down on the couch. You quickly light the candles on his cake and sing to him, “now, make a wish.” You say, he rolls his eyes but does it anyways and you smile with glee as you take pictures.



Chapter Four → “Tired”

SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.

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You were seated on the couch with Wanda next to you. She hadn’t let go of your hand since she entered your mind and you were grateful for that. The rest of the Avengers were standing in various places throughout the room, all of them staring at you. You subconsciously rubbed at your chest, willing your heart rate to slow down.

“Can you s-sit down,” You asked quietly, “Y-you’re making me nervous.”

Steve smiled softly and plopped down into the chair across from you. The others followed suit, but left the couch to you and Wanda.

“Alright, (Y/N),” The man named Tony began. You were told that he was the man in the metal suit that you had thrown “like a frisbee.” (Steve’s words, not yours.) “We have a file on you, but we thought you could tell us more about yourself. I, personally, would like to know more about your powers because Helen said she had never seen anything so strange–”

“Okay, Tony, just let her start wherever she wants.” Steve interrupted, afraid that Tony would offend you.

All eyes were on you and you felt your body tense. Wanda squeezed your hand. Your eyes flickered to hers and she smiled sweetly at you.

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Beauty & Brawn (Part 4)

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Summary- You are the top scientist in all of New York, the one that no one knows. Going through the science field as a woman is hardly easy, let alone rewarding. You’re bombarded with misogynistic men who only see you as a pretty face, not knowing that you have the mind of a thousand scientists combined. That is until you meet Tony Stark, the genius billionaire who could quite possibly be the answer to your prayers, and your heart.

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

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Five months had passed since you started working at Stark Industries and you couldn’t have been happier. At one point, you were so excited to work in the genius lab, you were inventing things left and right and Tony had to calm you down and get you to go home and sleep.

Currently you were sitting down at one end of the lab Tony let you occupy, eating your lunch and going over your sketch for a new addition to the Black Widow’s utility belt when you heard the sliding door open from behind you.

“Y/N/N! Assistance please!”

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Chlonette #14 <3

Ayyy thanks for requesting! Have a little sleepover mischief. ;)

14. “If we get caught, I’m throwing you under the bus.”

“If we get caught, I’m throwing you under the bus,” Marinette hissed as they crept through the halls of the Grand Paris late one night on a secret snack run long after they should have been in bed.

“Relax. I know this place like the back of my hand.” Chloe waved it away, quietly pushing open the door to the stairs and peaking inside to make sure the coast was clear before waving Marinette inside. “Besides, you’re the one who wanted more of that cake we had for dessert.”

“It was chocolate! You know how much I love chocolate,” Marinette said defensively, and Chloe suppressed a giggle.

She led the way down to the kitchen floor on silent feet, Marinette close behind. They paused at the door as Chloe leaned an ear against it, listening for movement from inside. Once she was certain that the doorway was clear, she cracked it open just a little bit to peer inside. Most of the chefs were on the other end of the room cleaning up for the night with their backs to the door. Perfect.

“We’ll have to be quick,” She whispered, glancing back at Marinette who nodded.

Crawling on hands and knees, the two girls slipped into the kitchen and headed for the dessert counter where the remains of a chocolate ganache cake rested tauntingly. Chloe glanced back at the chefs briefly before stretching up and quietly lifting the plate from the table. She almost made it back down quietly but managed to bump a metal bowl onto the floor at the last moment.

“Hey! What are you two doing in here?” A large man whirled around, and Chloe waved Marinette forward.

“Run!” She ordered, hot on her heels as they dashed back through the doors and made a b-line for the stairs, hearts pounding wildly in their chests as an angry chef made pursuit. 

Once they made it back up the few flights to Chloe’s floor, they heard a frustrated growl sound below them, and the heavy footsteps grew fainter until they heard the dining room door slam shut once more. Marinette was the first to reach Chloe’s suite, clutching her side as she caught her breath.

“Well, so much for that,” She panted, glancing back at Chloe who wore a wide smirk. In her hands was the plate of cake, and Marinette leaned her head against the door and let out a breathy laugh. “God, I love you.”

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Jeonghan/OFC: Sunset Strip

Genre: Angst/Meta/Romance

Word Count: 1255

Characters: Yoon Jeonghan/Original Female

Prompt: 41: “Out of all the lies I’ve told, loving you was probably the biggest one.” 

a/n: I have this feeling that Jeonghan has so so much to offer (who doesn’t in Seventeen tbh) but it’s always overlooked. He’s never asked about how he’s still a college student, struggling to pass with a busy schedule, to improve his vocals, etc. Instead, it’s apparently tons more interesting to talk about things like his hair, his looks, how flawless he is, which is fine, but so often incredibly mundane. He never expected to be a singer, he was and still is a science student. He’s completely out of his comfort zone, but this is a chapter in his life that he wants to see through, and I love him for it. 


It was almost ridiculous, the perfect ploy and execution. His feet effortlessly propped against the chair, one leg bent and his back practically melting into the chair, pouring over a used textbook that definitely didn’t deserve his undivided attention. There were better things to do: eating, sleeping, playing video games.

But it was finals week. He was hungry, sleep-deprived, and lacking much in the entertainment department. So when someone sat in the chair diagonal from him without a care in the world and a beat up novel, something urged him to speak.

“That book, is awful.” he said simply, easily.

She only frowned, the book slipping lower in her grasp. “I mean, it is a little.” it wasn’t the reaction he wanted, the way she scratched her temple and gave him a small, hopeful shrug. “But I can’t just not finish it, you know?”

“No, I don’t know. No need to waste any more energy than I need to.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Wonwoo, Jeon Wonwoo.”

And then she burst into a fit of giggles, smacking the book against the table. “You’re not Wonwoo.” she lifted the flap of her novel, and under the cover in familiar block handwriting was his friend’s name. “I borrowed this from him.”

He blushed, slumping further into the seat. He had to admit, his impulse was pretty stupid. He smiled sheepishly, turning to face the window. “Did you even read Me Before You?” she raised her brows playfully.

“No, but I watched the movie.” he defended with a pout.

“Not the same,” she bit her lip, and he had to admit she was pretty cute. It made the library a whole lot more interesting, and studying a little more bearable. “So, who are you, since you’re clearly not Wonwoo.”

“Jeonghan,” he finally replied, closing his textbook shut. “Just Jeonghan.”

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