this is going to be me tomorrow though

Renaissance festival with my best friend tomorrow and then Sunday I’m having a lazy day with my friend so I probably won’t be on here till next weekend or sometime after work next week. I’ll reply to asks as best as I can though!

PS if you’re going to be at the renaissance festival in NC let me know, we can hangout 🌈

November 18th

Delphox tilted his head as Damien stared in thought, sitting on his couch.

“You seem preoccupied, Master.”  His companion said.  “Perhaps I can provide guidance?”

Damien shook his head.  “I’m fine, Delphox.  Just…”  He sighed.  “Do you remember what day it is tomorrow?”

Delphox pondered a moment, before he raised a digit.  “I think I do, Master.  Is it really, though…?”

The Fighter nodded.  “Yeah.  Tomorrow’s November 18th.”

While Damien frowned, Delphox smiled in return. 

 “Your birthday.”

“…Yeah.”

“You have not told the rest of the gang, have you?”

“Delphox, I really don’t want to be bothered with it.  Just please don’t tell Guzma.  He’s going to embarrass the hell out of me if he finds out.”

Delphox grinned serenely.  Even though he was keen to obey his master’s wishes, he had other plans.

“Certainly, Master.”  He agreed, playing along.  “I shall be outside to meditate.  Call out to me if you wish to train.”

Delphox walked out the door and eyed Shady House in the distance.  The fox Pokemon smiled as he strode to the SKULL base of operations.  Guzma and Plumeria wanted Damien to be at home here with their family.

Perhaps it was time Delphox assisted in that…

Draw me Like one of your French Girls... Part 1


This fic is dedicated to @yunyin who was a big part of bringing it about in the first place ^_^ 

(Warning some spoilers for ML Season 2- (Just the stuff we knew during the hiatus nothing important from the new episodes) 

“Listen furball, I am ten times as sexy as you are. That is just a fact. People would pay to see pictures of me.”

“People DO pay to see pictures of me,” Chat shot back.

“What?”

“Never mind,” he grumbled, “the point is that I am obviously the sexier of the two of us.”

“Guys, I know this is a slow patrol night but you are giving me a headache,” Rena Rougue sighed, dropping down onto the platform and sprawling onto her stomach against the cool metal of the tower.

“Wait,” Chat said with a terrifying grin, “Rena. My dear, darling, friend.”

“Oh this can’t end well.”

“You are a fox of impeccable taste are you not?”

“Maybe.”

“And you are an excellent judge of both male and female attractiveness as well, are you not?”

“Ladybug is the hottest out of all of you,” she smirked, not bothering to get up.

“Yes, that is a given, but the point is-”

“The point is that I could pull off sexy far better than this mangy stray,” Bee interrupted.

“Could not.”

“Will you two please just stop fighting, it’s been too hot to deal with this level of stupid,” Rena sighed.

“It’s not stupid, my honor is at stake!” Bee huffed. “If you want us to stop then tell him that I clearly would be better suited to being a sex icon than he would.”

“Foxy lady, please tell Bee that she is clearly pollinating the wrong flower.”

Rena groaned. Clearly there would be no reasoning with the two of them until this had been hashed out.

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roller gal giorno!

All The Times You Slept In Bucky's Bed

Summary: In which you’re tired (literally and figuratively) of Bucky waking you up every night with his nightmares so you take matters into your own hands.

Bucky X Reader

Warning: Smut and Fluff

Words: 4,004

A/N: First reader insert fic that I decided to do for @marvelous-fvcks writing challenge. I had prompt 18 “God, I am too tired for this.”- I’m addicted to reader insert fics now. Expect more in the future.

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The first time you slept in Bucky’s bed you had gone three days without much sleep. Your bedroom was right next to his so every noise he made woke you up. It just so happened his consistent nightmares caused him to yell and moan in his sleep which in turn woke you up.

You groaned, head pounding as rest was stolen from you and rolled over. Your eyes found the bright red glow of the alarm clock. You allowed for your eyes to adjust before reading the numbers and groaned once more. 2:36am

You sat up, head aching with the motion, limbs protesting as the desire to remain in bed was overwhelming. You stared longly at your pillow contemplating if you should just give in and go back to sleep and deal with Bucky tomorrow when another cry tore through the air.

“Oh for fucks sakes,” you muttered standing up.

You left your room and found yourself in front of Bucky’s doorway. You knocked, three short raps, before opening it.

“Bucky it’s me.”

He didn’t hear you though, oblivious to the world as he thrashed around the bed. His eyes were screwed up tight, his expression the pinnacle of pain. His hands were clutched in his sheets, twist and tearing the fabric with the strength of his grip.

You cautiously walked over to him, aware he was the Winter Soldier and he might lash out in a moment of disarray. You grabbed his shoulders and shook.

“Bucky wake up.” He didn’t seem to hear you, his whimpering echoing in the room.

You shook him harder and spoke louder. “Bucky wake up!”

He gasped his eyes flying open, the gray hues flying wildly around the room until they stopped on your face. It was like he couldn’t see you and was staring through you. His eyes focused and with it came a ripple of confusion followed by the dawn of realization.

“Y/N s-sorry. Did I wake you?” You never heard him speak with such dubiety before, as if he was uncertain of himself. You breathed in heavily, your ire of interrupted sleep fading. This was not the Bucky you saw during the daytime. That Bucky was somebody who carried himself with a sense of pridefulness and attitude.

This Bucky was a broken and scared man. This was the man who had been tortured by Hydra into becoming a shell. An empty shell for them to forge and utilization. Even tho his form was huge; laying in bed coated in perspiration, his eyes wide and afraid, his limbs trembling, he looked like a small and feeble child.

You let out a breath and motioned at him with your hands. “Scoot over.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m getting in bed with you,” You said simply. His eyes widened almost comically and he started sputtering. Definitely not the Bucky you knew during the daytime.
He made no movement though, so you huffed impatiently, eyes traveling to the ceiling as if in a silent appeal, “God, I am too tired for this.

You climbed into his bed and begin nudging him over. Eventually, he got the hint and scooted, allowing you enough room to lay down beside him and throw your arms over his chest.

“What are you-”

You cut him off, shushing him as your fingers found his temple and began a slight massage, “My Ma used to do this for me when I had nightmares. Just relax and go back to sleep.”

It took awhile for his tense body to start to slacken under you and before long his snores are echoing around the room. You let your hands fall and began to stand up from the bed when his body jerked and he let out a sharp hiss. Already the nightmares are starting up once more for him.

You sank back down on the bed and threw your arms around him. In turn, His arms unconsciously came around you too, gripping you tight as if you’re the anchor to the real world that he desperately needed. The whimpering and shivering ceased again and you realized he’s not going to last long unless he’s holding onto something.

Too tired to care you shifted your position to a more comfortable one and closed your eyes. Sleep cane quick and easy to you laying in Bucky’s arms and if you weren’t so exhausted you might have wondered why. But instead, you drifted and slept well into the next day, wrapped up in Bucky’s arms.
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The second time you sleep in Bucky’s bed it was the next night. You were up late in your room, filling out paperwork that you had been neglecting for Fury and his nagging was reaching the annoying stage so you sat down in your room at 3pm and kept working well past sunset.

It was nearly midnight when you heard the first strained cry coming from the room next to you. You froze, cocking your head to the side to hear better almost convinced that maybe you just imagined it.

But no; he cried out again and you sighed. You stood, cracking your back in the process, and make your way to his room.

Bucky thrashed around violently this time, a stark contrast from last night. You hesitated, unsure on how exactly to approach him without getting hit or kicked from his flailing limbs. After a few seconds of trying to figure it out, you threw caution to the wind and advanced forward.

“Bucky,” you called out but he didn’t hear. His face contorted in agony and a scream made his way up from his throat; muffled only by his clenched teeth. You stepped forward and called out to him louder this time but just like the night before he didn’t hear you.

‘He’s going to hurt himself,’ you thought and stepped up to the edge of his bed. You leaned forward, bracing yourself on one knee and grabbed his shoulder

“Bucky wake up,” you said, your voice louder than normal as you shook him.

Unlike last night he doesn’t wake up gently. This time he sprung forward, grabbed you, and threw you onto the bed; trapping you beneath him. One hand found itself wrapped around your neck squeezing but not too tightly that you couldn’t breathe. The other hand is pinning both of your wrists above your head.

You let out a shaky breath, “Bucky it’s Y/N.”

You were calm on the outside but on the inside, your heart hammered against your rib cage at a mile a minute. Your brain was a tornado of thoughts, mapping out ways for you to get out of this should the need arise.

He stared at you, his eyes glowing in the moonlight. His eyes didn’t register your existence again just like the night before. He’s still trapped in his nightmare and his brain hasn’t caught up with his consciousness yet. Slowly though the dullness around his pupils ceases and awareness trickles forth as reality settles in.

“Y/N?” He questioned, his grip slacked on your neck and wrist.

“Good morning sunshine,” you grinned, hiding the fact that you were unnerved by his aggression. You slipped your hands from under his and cupped them together, rubbing where he held them in an effort to return the feeling to your extremities.

He jumped off of you, almost like a violent flinch. “Oh God Y/N I’m so sorry I-I didn’t mean-”

You cut him off with a wave of your hand and sat up. “Don’t worry about it. You didn’t hurt me.”

He stared at you in disbelief, raking his eyes over your body as if he didn’t trust you and you were hiding some debilitating injury he caused.

You ignored him instead and moved over on the bed to give him enough room to lay down. You patted the bed and grinned at him. He gave you a dubious look and you patted again, firmer this time, encouraging him to join you. Still looking uncertain and a bit confused, he slid under the covers next to you.

You laid down next to him and repeated what you did last night. It took him a little longer than the previous time for your ministrations to relax him and put him to sleep. No doubt he was unnerved by his attack on you.

But soon his frame relaxes and his breath deepens as sleep overcomes him. This time you don’t bother to get out of the bed, instead opting to roll over and fall asleep next to him.
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The third time you slept in Bucky’s bed he invited you to.

You raised a delicate eyebrow as he corned you the next night, moving you away from the ears and eyes of everyone else.

His face was flushed a bright red extending down his neck judging by the hue you saw when he pulled at his collar. He wrung his hands together and looked everywhere but you.

“You uh… the past few nights… in my bed,” He tripped over his words, awkwardness filling the every being in his body, which amused you because he reminds you of a pubescent boy attempting to talk to a girl for the first time and not the super soldier trained assassin.

You wondered if he was going to ask you why. Did he think you were in love with him? Was he in love with you and the bed-sharing was sending him mixed signals? Was he not and it was upsetting?

He was still stumbling over his words- God he sounded like Steve- and you were growing impatient wanting him to get to the point.

“Barnes,” you said firmly and he finally stopped long enough to look at you.

“Can you sleep with me again tonight,” he blurted out, his face turning a deeper shade of red, “Because when you’re sleeping next to me for some reason I don’t have any nightmares. It’s just that I swear, I’m not trying to get into your pants. I just feel it would mutually beneficial because neither of us is getting any sleep since my nightmares wake you up and this seems to help. Nothing sexual, I promise. Not that you aren’t attractive enough because you are an incredibly gorgeous-”

“Okay,” you calmly cut off his rambling.

“-Woman… what?” He looked shocked as if he wasn’t expecting that answer.

“Okay,” you repeated.

“Wait, really?”

“Yes.”

He breathes out a breath of air and runs his fingers through his hair. “Okay. Alright good. Thank you. For this. I’ll make it up to you somehow. Maybe I can get you some food? What do you like? Pizza? Ice cream? Or would you prefer something more practical like clothes or gun or-”

“Barnes.” You cut him off again.

He chuckles awkwardly, “Right going now.”

He walked past you and joined Steve and Sam at the other side of the room. You followed his every movement, pondering on why you’ve seen a different side of Bucky three times now. This fills your head with unanswered questions.

Maybe he is in love with you. Maybe you just saw him at his most vulnerable and he is not used to that so you tripped him up. Maybe the Bucky you see daily is a mask to hide the fragile mess Hydra left him in. Maybe it’s all of the above or not at all.

You’re burning with questions but the answers don’t matter.

And so that night you crawled into Bucky’s bed before the nightmares have even begun and position yourself next to his body letting sleep wash over you.
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It’s been several weeks since you started sleeping in Bucky’s bed, so on the 27th night, you find yourself walking into his room after a mission automatically. Your joints are aching and you’re pretty sure your body is one big massive bruise.

You’re dead on your feet and all you want to do is sleep. You peel off your clothes, shedding all but your shirt and panties before climbing into his bed.

You don’t even consider the implications of sleeping in your underwear next to a man. But Bucky does and that night he doesn’t sleep his eyes glued to your dips and curves.

Every sigh you make sends a pool of want and need to his lower abdomen. And so he spends the entire night awake fighting an internal battle within himself.

When the first signs of light protrude over the horizon he practically sprints out of bed and spends the rest of the day in the gym working off his frustrations.
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The 28th time you sleep in Bucky’s bed he’s getting back at you for what you put him through. You had realized of course when you woke up and saw you weren’t wearing pants. You felt bad for the guy but in your defense, you barely knew how to say your name let alone the implication of sleeping in the bed with a man in nothing but your panties. (And a little part of you wonders why it was so automatic to do that)

Still, that night you make sure to wear appropriate attire but it seems Bucky is not ready to forgive you. He’s dressed in only his boxers and nothing else.

You gulp, eyes roaming all over his body. He smirked when he noticed this before patting the bed next to him. “What’s a matter, doll?”

He’s teasing you and you know it. Your breath shuddered as you carefully climbed in next to him and laid down far enough apart that he can’t touch you but close enough that you feel his body heat.

That didn’t seem to be the end of it tho because he turned onto his side and slung his arm over your body.

His fingers brushed against the exposed skin above your pant line, sending a jolt of electricity dancing across your skin. Your senses burst into overdrive and suddenly you’re aware of Bucky.

How his body molds perfectly to yours. The heat radiating off his skin. His breath on the back of your neck making your hair stand on edge.

Everything in you screamed to take him then and there, but you will your breath to even out and your heart to stop slamming in your chest.

Even still, that night you don’t get any sleep.
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The next night you both called a truce and slept in shirts and shorts and as far away from each other as possible. Still, the sexual tension remains and it bleeds out of the bedroom and into daily life.

When you’re on missions, training, or even just relaxing the want and need is thick in the air between you two. So much so that the others have started a betting pool to see how long you’ll last. (You pretended not to notice how they conveniently leave an empty space next to him at the dinner table for you to sit that. Or how they’re all suddenly too busy to go on missions with him and volunteer you to go instead.)

It isn’t until the 76th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed that anything happens. That night Tony had hosted a gala and after one too many drinks you found yourself dancing with Bucky and neither of you can keep your hands off each other.
By the time you leave the gala the want and need in your lower abdomen has grown so considerably you barely make it to the elevator before you crashed your lips into him.

He gripped your thighs and pulled you up to wrap your legs around his waist. The elevator opened and he carried you to his room not breaking the feverish kiss between you two.

You made it to his room before he slammed you against his door and attacked your neck. Hands are roaming everywhere between you two. One of his slipped passed the slit in your dress and found itself rubbing your underwear making you moan.

“You’re fucking soak,” he growled.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while now,” you confessed and rolled your hips against him. He growled again from the stimulation and carried you to the bed.
Both of your clothes are off before you even know what’s going on and he’s trailing a path of kisses from your chin, down your neck, between your breasts, past your navel, and to your thigh.

You gasped feeling his mouth attack the bundle of nerves you desperately wanted him to touch. Your body is like fire, burning with desire. Your hands fly to his hair when he sticks in two digits and curls them.

“God- fuck,” you can’t even find the words to say. The heat grows in your lower abdomen and with a cry you’re falling over the edge.

When you come down you find him kissing you again, whispering praises to you. You wrapped your legs around his waist again and grind against him, the feeling of longing and want throbbing in your lower abdomen.

“Please Bucky,” you whisper to him and with a kiss, he enters you.

It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It’s like all your senses have been dialed to a thousand. It’s like a supernova exploding in your mind. You’ve had sex before but this is different.

A part of your brain whispers to you wondering why.

But it silences as you feel the heat growing again and you cum with a cry. Bucky follows shortly after, his forehead pressed against yours, his fingers entwined with yours too.

He rolled off and cleaned you off, before settling down next to you. This time you’re both wrapped in each other’s arms and you fall asleep, feeling his lips pressing against the top of your head.
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The next morning your brain asks why again while you’re watching him make breakfast (and ignoring the exchanging of money between hands from the rest of the group).

It hits you like a train. You’re in love with him. It’s obvious now that you think about it and you wondered why you never saw it before.

But you keep it to yourself.

Until the 149th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed. He’s injured on a mission and in the med bay and you refused to leave his side. Instead of going back to his room, you climb into the hospital bed next to him and wrap your arms around him.

“What are you doing, the bed would be more comfortable,” he asks.

“I can’t sleep without you there,” you answer.

“Why,” he chuckles.

You hide your face into his neck. “Because I love you, you idiot.”

Silence.

And then. “Look at me.”

You shake your head.

“Look at me, doll. Please, Y/N,” he pleads.

You hesitate before lifting your head to look at him. Your heart nearly stops at the look of pure happiness and adoration on his face. It takes your breath away.

“You love me?” He whispers, stunned as if he can’t believe it.

You nod your head. “I realized it the night of Tony’s gala.”

“That was so long ago!”

You frown and feel heat creep up to your face. “I… uh didn’t know how to tell you.”

“Y/N, I love you too,” he says. You let out a breath, feeling tears of happiness spring forth before you crush your lips to his. You want to ask him how long and when did he realize but you’re interrupted by Dr. Cho coming into the room and yelling at you for making out with her patient.
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It isn’t until the 365th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed that you finally have your answer.

He wakes you up at midnight kissing your shoulders and nudging you with his nose.

“Wake up doll,” he whispers against your skin.

“Mmm Bucky what time is it,” you yawn.

“It’s midnight.”

“Why are you waking me up at midnight?”

He straddles your back and lays down, engulfing you in warm. “Because I couldn’t wait to wish you a Happy Anniversary.”

This catches you by surprise and causes you to laugh. “Bucky it’s not our Anniversary.”

“Yes it is, wanna know why?”

“Hmm” you ask closing your eyes again.

“Because a year ago today I was woken up from a nightmare by this girl who I thought was an angel at first. She was so beautiful. And then she crawled in bed with me and I was absolutely positive I had died right there and this was heaven. Right then and there was the moment I knew I was I love with you.” He shifts his body and brings his hand up to your face.

“At that moment I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me Y/N L/N?”

Your eyes shoot open and in front of your face in his hand is a ring. Your eyes are wide as if hardly daring to believe. Your brain has ceased to work, too stunned to remember how to breathe.

You pivot your body and sit up, “Oh my god Bucky.”

The tears start to flow from your face as what can only be described as pure joy is bursting through you.

You manage to nod your head and choke out a small “yes” before he’s holding you and kissing you.

The ring is slipped on your finger and suddenly you picked up and spun around both of you shouting in happiness. The draws the attention of everyone else who bursts in through your door.

“What’s with all the noise,” Steve asks.


You can’t even manage the words and Bucky isn’t paying them any attention, looking at you in his arms. Instead of saying it you hold up your hand with the ring on it.

A beat.

“Oh my god Y/N!” It’s Natasha that’s first to react and she’s hugging both of you. The rest of the others follow suit congratulating both of you. Champagne is brought out and you’re all celebrating your engagement.

That night nobody gets any sleep.
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The 730th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed, it becomes your bed too.
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The 1,647th night of sleeping in Bucky’s bed is the first night you awake without him there.

Your heart clenches in agony and you sit up, your eyes burning with unshed tears. Your chest is heavy with brokenness and simultaneously you feel hollow and alone.

Your hand finds the spot on the bed where Bucky’s body is supposed to be but it’s empty and cold. He hasn’t been there in a while.

You get out of bed and make your way next door to your old room which you haven’t used in a while. When you open the door your heart stops hammering upon seeing Bucky in the far end of the room.

You moved to him promptly and when you reached him, you put your arms around his chest and laid your head on his back.

His hand came up and cupped yours. “Everything okay doll?”

“Yeah, I just had a nightmare about you,” you muttered against his back.

“What about?”

“I don’t remember now,” you stated, the fear of the nightmare alleviating as you took in Bucky’s scent and warmth and touch.

“What are you doing in here baby,” you ask. He shifts and turns around and kisses your forehead.

“Daydreaming.” He answers.

“About what,” returning one of his kisses. He moves down your chin and neck.

“The future,” he says kneeling in front of you and kissing your swollen belly. “With you and our baby.”

“You’re daydreaming in the nursery when you could be dreaming in bed,” you chuckled. Your hands thread through his hair and he leans into the touch, eyelids fluttering closed.

“Come back to bed baby. We won’t get a full night sleep ever again for the next 18 years. We should relish in it now,” you say and he laughs, following you back to his bedroom.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

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Kingdom Hearts Appreciation Week: Day 3 - Favorite Trio

Sorikai!

Day 1 | Day 2Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

CLYDE: So hey, Token said he could hang out with me tomorrow if you wanna tag along, by the way!

CLYDE: Play some video games and stuff?

CRAIG: Yeah maybe, I dunno.

CRAIG: I’ll let you know.

CLYDE: Will do, Craigaroo.

CLYDE: :^)

CRAIG: 

CRAIG: Okay I’ll talk to you later dude.

CLYDE: Yeah– hey wait.

CLYDE: Actually hold on.

CRAIG: What.

CLYDE: I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I kinda feel really bad for what I did to Tweek.

CRAIG: You scared the dog shit out of him.

CLYDE: Yeah…

CLYDE: Yeah I figured.

CLYDE: Him being, like, him and all, though…

CLYDE: I don’t know if he’s gonna let me get close enough to say sorry?

CLYDE: I was wondering if you could maybe–

CRAIG: Don’t stress over it.

CRAIG: I’ve already talked to him about it.

CLYDE: Really?

CRAIG: Yeah, for the most part I couldn’t understand what he was typing to me, but I’ve learned to figure it out when he’s stressed.

CRAIG: I told him you were just being stupid and that you didn’t mean it.

CRAIG: Pretty sure he forgives you at least a little bit.

CRAIG: He still seems mad though. But that’s all on you to fix. Sorry not sorry.

CLYDE: I don’t know what’s going on here but there’s a lot of caps and I’m afraid.

CRAIG: Again, don’t worry about it.

CRAIG: He’ll be fine by tomorrow I’m sure.

CLYDE: Somehow I don’t feel like that’s true.

CRAIG: Well, whatever.

CRAIG: Stop scrolling through my texts and give me my phone back.

CRAIG: Also go home it’s cold as shit out here. I don’t know how your nipples haven’t gotten frostbite yet.

CLYDE: Oh I’ve been numb for an hour now.

CLYDE: I thought I was numb from joy or something.

CRAIG:

CLYDE:

CRAIG: Anyways, you should check your texts when you get inside.

CLYDE: Oh? Okay bye dude!

CRAIG: See ya.

The Blog

warnings: oral (female receiving), a nsfw gif, unprotected sex, slight usage of the daddy kink

summary: your boyfriend, tom, eventually finding out about a blog you had prior to your days which contained a lot of sexual content that dealt with your fantasies for him

word count: 1,685

A/N: but this had so much dialogue i honestly am so mad?? i h8 that shit

Both you and your boyfriend, Tom, were lazily sat against the headboard with your legs under the duvet on a Sunday afternoon. Your laptop was placed against your lap wherein in front displayed a document that you were labeling on Microsoft for a presentation at your office — which honestly has not been working out because you literally had just a hundred words typed out.

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Freckles, Flaws, and First Steps

Wow my title isn’t one word for once. This is a one-shot for the below prompt from @alexandrbello which I got a while ago. Sorry for just posting this now, my life has been w i l d. Hopefully you guys are glad to see some writing!

AU where lance had freckles but is ashamed of them so he hides them and then he runs out of whatever he covered himself with and anxiety, then keith comfort and klance, lots of klance please, thanks

You got it.


Lance had always been an outdoorsy kid.

It wasn’t surprising, considering how close his house was to the beach. Growing up, the ocean was practically part of his backyard.

No matter what, if Lance wasn’t at school or doing any number of chores, he could be found at the beach. Rain or shine, night and day, whatever the circumstance, no one could stand between him and the shore.

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hello guys~! su here! so i wanted to announce that this blog somehow managed to gain 5k followers a few weeks ago and for which i am really really so happy! its been like 16 months or so since i started making edits and posting them here and to be really honest i never expected this blog to grow this much and have so many followers! and so, i am really really grateful to all my lovely followers and my talented mutuals! thank you so much guys! if it weren’t for you guys, i would have never been able to gain so many followers and talk with soooo many awesome ppl! i am really grateful to each and every one of you! *hugs and kisses you all*

to my mutuals: here is a special note to all my mutuals because you guys are the loveliest people i have ever met in my life! everyday whenever i see your awesome edits on my dash or whenever you guys send me those nice chain mails or tag me in those lovely tag memes it makes me soo happy! i know you all are really busy and real life is just ughh but it always puts a big smile on my face whenever i get to know of your well-being! i always want you guys to move forward no matter how much trouble you are facing now! even though today is bad, i hope tomorrow is a new start for you! and i hope you guys show your best there! always stay strong!! and thank you so much for befriending somebody like me! talking to you guys always make my day 10000x better and i seriously can’t thank you guys enough for that!

so without much talking here we go~!

  • bold: amazing mutuals special thanks to @oiivkawa for helping me with organizing! thank you lubna-san! ( i am so sorry if i accidentally did or did not bold you)

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#F-K

@fairytailwitch @flo220 @fluffykillua @fudayk @fujiiwara @fuyutsumi @genosus @genoza @gintoukis @gomendazai @goshikiis @hachikenz @haiyse @hanae-ichihara @hanavmaki @hanihana @hannahreiss @have-a-heart-kaneki @hheartflia @hi-miko @hideyoshisnagachika @himiko-toga @hishashiburi  @hiwazumi @hoetian @hoshinoemiko @hvnamiya @hyakuraii @hyodo @ichimatsus @ieyasus @iidatenia @itsclowreedsfault @iwanari @izuchii @izukus @jolynecujo @juminss @kagariis @kageyamastobio @kagyamatobios @kahgeyamas @kaijohs @kaiyochins @kamalas @kamuisyato @kandas @kandavu @kaori @katsuhra @katsvki @katsvra @keikakus @keitsukishima @kenmai @kentaroz  @kirei-na-jinsei @kishitan-iis @kkatsuki @klaince @kmuiyato @koi—kun @koitoshi @kojiiro @kourai @kousseii / @keijirous @kovuku @krshima @kugurii @kunekida @kunikidaz @kurokohs @kurolove @kuroosukii @kurummi @kxchanns @kxousei @kyoka-izumi

#L-R

@lahviis @lametooru @larimii @laynce​ @leloucn @levizs @lovingnikiforov @lyricalstep @maaxon @magicsilly @mazusu @miidoriyas @miphcs @misakarose / @kacchanns @mitsukamis @miuroko @miyakox @miyukei @mizuyaks @monstrux @morgiana @mormikas @n5fw @nagihtos @nagittos @nahcoko @nakaharachuyaa @nakamatoo @nanzse @naruzumake @nichinoya @nicorobins @nikihforov @nitsumii @noctiscxelum @noxtics @nozakis @nozumu @ohreigen @oiivkawa @oikawaii @oizumi @okita-senpai @ootsukis @oumakokichis @ourherodeku @owarus @phantomhivez @pliestsky @plisetski @preciousghouls @priincessyona @psychohelmet @raittos @ranpohedogawa @reishikiz @reizakis @ri-cha1 @rinsuokah @rohhans @rose-flowers @rouge-cerise @ryoutakises @ryuzakki

#S-T

@s-eita @sajou-rihito @sakasakiis @sakichi @sakuaka @sarapyon @sarukui @sawamura-senpais @sawamuras @scarletail @seihanndas @shgieo @shinpaci @shiori-reiko @shiratorizawas @shirayukii @shiroa @shisiou @shizukku @shotous @shousanki @shrabu @shreya-chan @shtodoroki @skay @softchako @sookashira @sparckle-cat @sshiroyasha @stardvsts @sukerokus​ @sweetciel @t0ukas @tachibana–chan @taikos @takasukis @thaemis @theladystrikesagain @tkoyami @tobiohchan @tobioskageyama​ @tobjo @todorokih​ @todorokii @todorokiih @todorokiis @todorokishto @toshinorie @toshiros @tovdoroki @tsukii @tsukiko-ciah @tsukis @tsukiyma @tsukkis

#U-Z

@uchihasaskes @ukiinas @ulurus @umbrella-kun @uzurume @v0ngola @vaisravanas @vraberika @vvictor @wattashi @xoxomyseriesxoxo @yachikas @yamazekis @yangirehime @yatoqmi @ymi-r @youkas @yukkie-s @yumejiu @yumirz @yumisekki @yushiyuki @yusumii @zakuras @zeldc @zuura

thank you so much once again guys! have a beautiful day ahead~!

peach blossoms (m)

❥ word count: 46k

❥ genre: fluff + smut + very minimal angst ; magic au + school au

❥ pairing: reader/jimin

❥ warning(s)/kink(s): tons of immature humor, teasing, dirty talk, riding, dom undertones, hickies, slightly rough sex, grinding, admissions of feelings, (honestly the sex is fairly vanilla, this is mostly fluff)

❥ summary: as your best friend tries to help you create a potion for a project, you end up making a mistake that changes jimin and you have to turn him back before anyone sees and fix things in time for your project presentation. the catch? feelings are stupid and annoying and they happen to mess with your head as you try and return jimin back to normal.

❥ a/n & music can be found here

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A/n: Not requested, but just a little angry!shawn imagine. 

Originally posted by mednes

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Shawn’s angry. You can tell by the way that he’s been uncharacteristically silent. His eyes hold the anger you know he’s too smart to let out. It has been a rough day for him, you know that. You just wish that everyone could understand that, and not keep making things worse, even if they’re not doing it on purpose. You wish that everyone would give him the time and space he needs without pushing him so much. But thats not always the case.

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Hold Up

Request: “Could you do a bill (from it) imagine where you’re his girlfriend, but he’s always spending time with beverly so she gets jealous and decides to try make him jealous by flirting and spending time with one of the other boys”

Pairing: Bill Denbrough x Reader 

Warnings: None

“Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you

Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you

Back up, they don’t love you like I love you

Step down, they don’t love you like I love you.”

Bill and Beverly that’s all you seemed to notice the past week. They had been hanging out non stop. Every time you asked your boyfriend Bill to hang out he would always tell you the same thing.

“I can’t I’m sorry I have plans with Beverly we’ll hang out tomorrow.” 

Rather than just confronting him and Beverly you decided to take matters into your own hands. Get back at him. You were currently talking to both Mike and Bill.

“Hey Y/N since you’re free wanna go to the arcade?” Mike asked.

“Yeah I’d love to.” You smiled.

“B-but weren’t we supposed to hang out today?” Bill asked.

“I wasn’t sure, frankly you’ve canceled on me for the past week so who can blame me right? I’m sure you’d love to hang out with Beverly though.” You spat as you started to walk away with Mike.

Bill grabbed your hand lightly, “Y/N I know you’re upset but please let me talk to you.” 

“No you’ve done enough. See you around Bill.” You said coldly removing his hand and walking away with Mike.


“Are you sure you’re okay being here? That was a pretty harsh thing to do to your honey.” Mike joked causing you to laugh.

“Well he spent the past week hanging out with Beverly. He canceled all of our plans just to be with her.” Your face became cold and serious. 

“I’m pretty sure he has a logical explanation for that.” Mike defended.

“Well if he does I don’t want to hear it.” You stated.

“Really? Are you sure?”

You turned around and came face to face with Bill. He probably had been standing there the whole time.

“She’s all yours Bill do your thing.” Mike winked.

“What are you talking about?” You asked Mike.

All of a sudden Bill grabbed your legs and lifted you up, throwing you over his shoulder making his way out of the arcade.

“Mike you traitor I’m so gonna get you back!” You exclaimed. 

“You’ll thank me for it later.” Mike chuckled.

You sighed as you let your head fall down onto Bill’s back.

It felt like 5 hours had passed when in reality it had only been 5 minutes. Once Bill set you down you both were in front of his house. You started walking away when Bill spun you around into his chest.

“You’re not leaving until you listen to me.” Bill stated as he looked into your eyes.

“Whatever you have no reason good enough to explain yourself.” 

“How about if I tell you that I was busy trying to figure out what present to get you for your birthday and that Beverly was helping me. Because that’s my reason.” 

“I’d say that I’m really sorry for getting jealous I was just afraid that I was losing you to Beverly.” You sighed as you sat down.

“Y/N I never like Beverly like that. She’s just a friend, you’re the girl that I fell in love with. It’s always been you.” Bill placed his hand on your cheek and rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m so happy to hear you say that.” You smiled. 

Bill cupped your face with his hand and crashed your lips together. It was magical and you felt as if you were floating on the clouds even though it sounded really cheesy. 

Toms Wedding Vows - Headcanons
  • He would cry as you walked down the aisle, no doubt.
  • The first thing he would say to you is “You are stunning, darling.”
  • You and Tom had decided to write your own vows
  • You had already expected for his vows to make you cry.
  • So when the officiant asked for his vows you braced yourself
  • He pulls out his little notecards and begins to read them to you, looking up at you between sentences
  • I promise to love you in good times and in bad, when life seems easy and when it seems hard, when our love is simple, and when it is an effort. I promise to cherish you, and to always hold you in highest regard.
  • With our wonderful chemistry, I know we would truly win the newlywed game. And by the way - I’ve signed us up for the Newlywed Game when it comes back on the air in 2020.
  • Wherever you go, I will go. Whatever you face, I will face.
  • You have made me feel more loved than I ever thought possible. Today, I give you all that I am, and all that I have. Just as I give you my hand to hold today, I give you my heart, my faith, my life.
  • I promise to unclog the tub, even though you are the only one of us with long hair.
  • I choose you today. And I would choose you again tomorrow. I would go on choosing you the day after, and every day for the rest of our lives. You are my once-in-a-lifetime.
  • I promise to turn on the air conditioning when you are hot, even if I am totally freezing.
  • I will take you in my arms when you need to be held. I will listen when you need to talk. I will laugh with you in times of joy, and comfort you in times of sadness. I will love you for who you are, and help you to become all that you can be. I will age gracefully with you/grow old with you.
  • I, Tom , take you, [name], to be my friend, my lover, the mother of my children and my wife.
  • I promise to cherish and respect you, to care and protect you, to comfort and encourage you, and stay with you, for all eternity, baby.
  • Per expected, You would bawl your eyes out
  • So would the rest of your guests
  • His eyes would be filled with so much love
  • And he would be smiling so much
  • And oh my god can i just marry him???

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BTS Reacts: their gf walking around in only their shirt

Hyung line / Maknae Line

Requested by infiresmannnnnnn 

A/N: im sorry if it’s not quite what you had in mind 😅😅 i just got a bit carried away since it’s my first request lol. i really wanted to show off my writing style more than anything. hope you dont mind the length (i honestly dont know how some of them got to be so long tbh *cough hoseok cough*)!!! Also I wrote so much that I hit post limit part way through Jimin’s one so I had to split it into Hyung and Maknae lines. Hope that’s okay!

(Gif’s not mine)

(WARNING: got some good ol’ PG13 makeout sessions up in here - not explicit sex obviously, but given the request you can gather its not going to be completely innocent, just wanna give you all a heads up so no one comes complaining to me lol)

Jin/Kim Seokjin:

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Jin had been in your kitchen, cooking both of you dinner before he had to go back to his dorms. He had a relatively early schedule tomorrow with his members, yet he insisted on making you proper food.

“You know how much I like cooking, though, Jagiya.” He insisted. “Go have a shower. I’ll be done by the time you’re out.” He said, chuckling at you as you huffed out a “fine”.

Twenty minutes later, you were done. Upon realising you had forgotten to bring a change of clothes with you to the bathroom, you sighed, pulling on your recently discarded shirt, that barely covered your ass. Scuttling around your apartment, looking for the sweatpants you ‘swear were right there, on the couch’, Jin called you for dinner.

You walked into the kitchen-dining area with a confused frown on your face.

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The Cold Storm (Part One)

Ivar x Reader

Warnings: kinda smutty but not as much as part two. Its just a mega make out sesh. Also it’s pretty long, I also managed to make them both super frustrated XD



“I should get back to Margrethe.” Ubbe sighed as he sat up. “Are you two coming?” He asked you and Hvitserk as you both talked quietly.

“Why would she go with you? She has not even spoken to me yet?” Ivar huffed from his spot across the cabin.

“I don’t mind staying for a while.” You told Ubbe before he could object and remind Ivar that he couldn’t tell you what to do all the time. You weren’t in the mood for Ivar’s grumpy pouting.

By the time Ivar was bored of your company you attempted to leave and rush back to your cabin but the light drizzle of rain, that had been gently trickling down all day, was not so heavy you weren’t sure if you could make it up the hill side.

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It Takes Three (Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Pairings: Steve x Reader, Bucky x Reader, Polyamorous Relationship (No Stucky)

Word Count: 3,484

Warnings: Swearing, Fluff, Smut, Dom!Steve, Sub!Reader, Sensual Bucky, Smut

Rating: NC-17 (Mature, 18+)

Summary: Reader is in a polyamorous relationship with Steve and Bucky.  Practically Porn with Plot!

A/N: This is my first time writing another character besides Steve/Chris.  I hope I did good!  Depending on the amount of love I get from this, maybe I will add another part in the future……

It didn’t take long to fall in love with the two super soldiers after meeting them that one fateful day in the bakery in which you worked.  You usually worked behind closed doors, decorating the cakes, but on that day, it was as if something pulled you to the front and that was when you met them; Captain Steve Rogers and Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes.  The minute you laid eyes on them, your breath was stolen from you.  

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72 Hours - {Peter Parker}

Requested:

‘I just wanted to ask if you could maybe write something about the reader being best friends with peter and secretly loving him and the reader has a shitty relationship with her mum like they never get along and one day they get into a massive fight and peter figures out that there’s something wrong with the reader because she’s falling asleep in classes and not talking at all and yeah’

‘Peter Parker imagine where he finds out the reader has insomnia and freaks out when she tells him she hasn’t slept in over 72 hours and makes her rest ??? Idk if that makes sense but love your work :)’

Warnings: Mentions of insomnia

Words: 904


Since the moment your alarm went off, you knew it was going to be a bad day. You’d had 0 hours of sleep, couldn’t find your favourite shirt, Stepped on that crooked nail hanging out of the bathroom floor and even ran out of your favourite cereal. To add to this, your mother was nowhere to be seen after last night’s argument which happened to be worse than others.

You were in no mood for Flash’s nonsense so when he’d tried to make a rude remark, it took everything in you not to punch him right in his extremely punchable face. Instead you’d grabbed his water bottle and tipped the contents over his head without hesitation.

Not even getting to sit besides Peter Parker in Chemistry, your best friend and long term crush could put a smile on your face. You’d admit that seeing the curly haired science nerd made your heart flutter but that was nothing compared to the usual near-heart attack he gave you.

Peter knew everything about you, from your favourite colour to your sleeping problems and issues with your mom. After all, these issues had resulted in you staying over at his house once or twice.

“Hey Y/N!” Peter quirked, a large smile adorned his features and if you weren’t at the lowest of lows right now, you would’ve smiled back. Unable to work up the energy to reply, you simply closed your eyes and rested your head on the grimy desk.

Peter could tell straight away that something was wrong. It may have been from the large bags beneath your eyes or the way you kept drifting off during the double lesson, probably both.

His Spidey senses could sense a lot, But Peter didn’t need them to let him know when something was bothering his best friend.

Throughout the lesson he kept the teacher’s attention off of your exhausted figure, ran his fingers up and down your back soothingly and took note of all the work for you to catch on when you weren’t so… down.

By lunchtime you hadn’t spoken a single word, your mind too occupied running over the argument with your mom and the fact that if you didn’t get some sleep soon, you’d probably pass out in the library, where both you and Peter sat away from everyone else. Your figures were hidden as you sat on the two person beanbag sheltered by old, dusty bookshelf’s. If you squinted your eyes you could make out the title of some book about Shakespeare.

“You know Y/N, you can tell me anything” Peter says, his voice filled with concern. “I know something’s wrong, you haven’t spoken all day and you fell asleep in Chem, when was the last time you slept?”

You let out a sigh, your eyes not leaving the ground. “I guess around 72 hours ago? I don’t know”

Peter sighs and grabs your hand, tangling his fingers with yours. The gesture is calming and one that you wish would happen more often.

“Have things been getting worse with your mom?” He asks, although Peter knows the answer.

“Yeah” You say, playing with your intertwined hands “She wasn’t there when i woke up this morning though, might not there tonight either”

“How about you stay at mine tonight? You know May loves having another girl in the apartment and I recently downloaded baby driver, I’ve been waiting for the right time to watch it”

“No Peter really it’s okay, i’ll just go home and-”

“Seriously Y/N, you even told me yourself that you sleep better at my place, just come home with me and I can let you borrow a shirt and some sweatpants” He says “I’ll even make those Chocolate chip pancakes that you really like for breakfast tomorrow!”

You can’t help but smile at Peter as his eyes widen with excitement.

As soon as Peter mentions borrowing his clothes you’re sold, you even can’t help but hope it’s the same oversized, dark blue shirt he let you wear last time.

Since that night, every time Peter wore that damn dark blue shirt to school your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, your mind replayed the way Peter looked at you that night. He thought you looked like an angel in his clothes, and god how he wanted to see you in them again.

You noticed all the little things about him like the way he flicked his hair when he was mid sentence, or the way he’d stuff his hands in his sweater when he got nervous.

You knew that most of the time, his hands were warm- but not too warm except for when he was about to do something that was out of his comfort zone, then they were cold and shook like a Chihuahua.

“Yeah, okay” You say “But remember, you’ve promised me pancakes now, Parker”

You’d be lying if you said nothing happened between you two that night.

Don’t think too far ahead- it was just a simple kiss that happened in the most innocent way possible. Baby driver was playing in the background, your head was resting on his shoulder and you were dressed head to toe in his clothes.

Admittedly, his hands were cold as they rested on your cheek, moving no lower and your breath probably smelt like the pizza May had ordered for dinner, but you’d have it no other way.

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