this is my favorite moment of the movie i swear to god

Stupid (Yoongi/Reader Fluff)

Summary: It’s 2:45 am and Min Yoongi’s at your door. Stupid.

(( Note: Lol, hey guys… Guess who’s not dead. *Me (I think)* Sorry I went on hiatus out of nowhere :/ Can’t say that I’m back officially because like the last time I said that I was gone three months after (hehe). So I’m semi back I guess? I’ve been missing those active Tumblr days so much, I wish I can be on more, idk what will happen in the future but I’ll try my best to post more scenarios and just overall be more active :) HOPEFULLY SMH—Also I know nothing about piano/music writing, I apologize for any mistakes and please please listen to the song it’s really pretty ))

Literally, what the hell.”

You stared at your best friend, completely dumbfounded by the fact that you were even staring at him considering that it was pitch black and cold as shit out. In other words, it was 2:45 in the morning and no other than Min Yoongi was standing there right in front of you, hands stuffed deep into his large coat along with a fluffy scarf wrapped countless times around his head, hot air from his mouth puffing out into the frozen winter air. 

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My Fake boyfriend Part 8

Summary: After receiving a very rude letter of your ex on the mail saying that he is going to get married. You see yourself not knowing what to do, you can just let it go or accept the help of your hot neighbor and pretend he is your boyfriend.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2910

Warnings: Just fuffly and maybe some aganst

Thank you @drinkfantasy you are the best

Originally posted by seabasschino

Before the war Bucky always liked kids and always imagined having a few of his own. But now? Kids were usually afraid of him and the ones that weren’t afraid, their parents wouldn’t let they get close. Bucky knew how much you liked kids and seeing you with your nephew at dinner last night warmed his heart.  

During the dinner you kept doing silly faces to Julian and telling him little secrets. This opened something in his mind that he never thought that he would have again, the possibility of a family.

You were so happy yesterday and he wanted to make you happy even that he was terrified. After your mother left the room, you pull him into a tight hug “We are gonna have so much fun.” You whisper in his ear, he can feel how excited you are and somehow this makes his fears disappear.

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Hey y’all! Happy Wednesday! Hope you enjoy this little fun one.

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader uses her power of invisibility to teach Bucky a lesson for shamelessly flirting with her.

Warnings: Language, Touching…?

I swear to god Bucky Barnes knew that I had a crush on him. A big old, stupid, little kid crush that made me pretty much speechless around him. I avoided him like the plague because every time I ran into him and tried to talk to him, I would trip over something, stutter like crazy or say something that was just plain stupid. I really didn’t know what was wrong with me.

Natasha used to tell me that he liked me too, but I always doubted it. She’d pull the whole we were trained by the Russians together bullshit to try to convince me she knew everything he was thinking. But I just didn’t believe it.

He was a goddamn super soldier, and a pretty one at that, and I was the runt of the Avenger’s litter. There wasn’t much I could do besides make myself invisible. I was the new kid and I was still learning how to fight and I didn’t go on many missions yet and well… I was a potato compared to Bucky Barnes. 

But I accepted this. And I accepted his teasing.

Until one day when the whole team was watching a movie and he teased me a little too much for me to not fight back. This is the story of how I wrapped Bucky Barnes around my little finger. 

The whole team was in their designated corners of the living room, lounging on their choice of furniture. The only person missing was Bucky, but that wasn’t surprising. He was never on time to anything. 

Wanda and I were tucked into a small sofa with Natasha in the middle of us. I was perfectly burritoed in my favorite blanket when the opening credits started.

“Hey, (Y/N), mind if I sit next to ya?”

His voice sent shivers down my spine that I tried my hardest to ignore. 

“Go find another seat, Buck, there’s no room here,” Natasha snarled at him.

“Nah, there’s plenty of room,” he said. Before any of us could respond, he was lifting me up and placing me gently in his lap where he held me tightly around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. I had no doubt he was giving Natasha a victorious smirk. “See?”

“No! Buck, get off!” Wanda whisper shouted as Natasha kicked his legs. 

“Alright, alright,” he said in surrender. He stood up and placed me back on the seat of the couch with a wink. When he straightened himself and looked around the room he asked, “Where the hell am I supposed to sit, then?”

“You were late, so you sit on the floor,” Steve delivered, making me laugh. I lived for Steve’s rare sassy moments. 

Bucky sighed and laid on the floor, stretching himself out and leaning on his elbows. When he was situated, Tony asked him from across the room, “How’s the floor treatin’ ya, Barnes?”

“Just fine,” he answered. Then he looked up at me with his stupid blue eyes and said, “I could use some company though. Wanna join me?”

I rolled my eyes but smiled. “No, see, I have a seat because I wasn’t late.”

He chuckled at that. “That’s alright,” he said before directing his gaze to my bare, crossed legs in front of him. “I like the view from down here anyway,” he said, brushing his rough knuckle against my ankle.

I had to stop my jaw from hitting the ground and I immediately regretted wearing my pajama shorts. Before I could shoot a reply his way, Sam yelled, “Just everyone shut up and watch the damn movie.”

I felt heat rising to my cheeks as I tucked my legs under me and covered them with the blanket. I heard him chuckle from below and I threw a small couch pillow at his head. 

“She fights back!” He said with a fake gasp. “What a sight!” Then he leaned closer to me and said with a low growl, “That turns me on even more than your legs do.”

“Buck. Watch the movie,” Steve warned for what sounded like the last time. 

“Yessir,” Bucky said with a salute. He turned to me and winked one more time before settling on his elbows and concentrating on the movie. 

Once my pulse slowed and the blood ran out of my cheeks, I turned to Natasha and whispered, “Be right back.” She gave me a raised eyebrow, like she knew my exact plan. Damn those Russians for teaching her to practically read minds. 

I quietly climbed over the back of the sofa so I wouldn’t catch Bucky’s attention, and left the room. Once I was outside everyone’s view I stuck my hands out in front of me. With a gulp and a blink, I watched them disappear and snuck back into the living room. 

Once I stood above Bucky, I crouched down behind him. I was surprised my thundering heartbeat didn’t give me away. Time to get some revenge, I thought. 

I slowly lowered my hands onto his shoulders, making him jump and turn to look over his shoulder. When he didn’t see anyone there, I could almost see the cogs turning in his head as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I took this as a chance to continue.

I ran my invisible hands forward and down his chest, ignoring how thick and firm he felt under my fingertips- this was about getting him hot and bothered. I felt his breath quake before he spoke. “Natasha, where’s (Y/N)?”

“In the bathroom,” she said. By her voice, I could tell she knew exactly what I was doing and she was happy to have a front row seat. 

I leaned into his neck and felt every muscle in his body tighten. I remembered all the times his flirting had left me flustered and embarrassed and was encouraged to crank it up a notch. I latched onto his ear with my teeth and as my hands neared his belt, he said, “Huh. Are you sure?”

The sound of his raspy voice told me I won this battle. As soon as my hands were there, they were gone and the next time Bucky saw visible me was when I was walking back into the room and jumping on the couch. 

“Buck, you don’t look so good,” I said, giving him a look of fake concern.

“She’s right, man, maybe you should jump in the shower or something,” Steve said. 

“A cold shower,” Natasha mumbled, making Wanda and I giggle. 

Bucky cleared in throat and turned his blue eyes to me. “I think I’m just gonna grab some water. (Y/N), care to join me?” 

“Sure,” I said, winking at Natasha and Wanda and following him to the kitchen. I grabbed two glasses and handed one to him to fill. 

“I didn’t know you played dirty, (Y/N),” he said with a smile, handing me a cup full of water.

“I don’t usually.”

“Well, you seem like a pro to me,” he winked. 

“I just wanted to see you get flustered for a change,” I said before taking a sip.

“Are you kidding?” he asked. Jesus why was he so cute?

No, I’m not kidding! I’m the one who looks stupid all the time, now it’s your turn!” I confessed, playfully slapping his arm while he laughed at me.

“I’m the one who’s stupid. The guys always tease me for how I get around you. I cringe at what comes out of my mouth sometimes.” 

His laugh mixed with mine and echoed off the kitchen tiles. I heard Sam shush us from the other room and burst into a whole new fit of laughter. 

“Alright, how about we stop being stupid around each other? Just go on a regular, non stupid date?” he asked.

“Okay,” I laughed. 

We whispered the details to each other as we walked back into the living room to watch the rest of the movie. Once we both plopped down into our seats, I heard Bucky ask Clint what he missed while he was gone.

“Nothing. This movie is stupid.”

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Just a movie, babe (S.M. smut)

A/N: Okay i actually got myself aroused while writing oh my gawd! its a little long but its smutty as fuck. Its worth it. ENJOY!

Shawn’s P.O.V.

I unlock the door and open it, and before I can even get a foot in the door I hear Y/n’s voice yelling.

“Shawn! oh thank god” not a second later i see her running towards the door…towards me terror on her face. I drop my jacket and keys so she can run into my arms. “WHAT! Whats the matter babe!?” I ask, panic in my voice. She wraps her arms around my neck and hold her tighter than i’ve ever held anything in my life. 

“I just watched that movie with that psycho hockey player!” she cried out….her face is still hidden my neck but I let go of her waist. My facial expression instantly changes from anxious to blank. 

“Friday the 13th” I correct her. 

“yeaaah. oh my god i’m so glad you’re home Shawnie i was so scared here alone” she whimpers. “get off of me” I chuckle, backing away from her and picking up the items I dropped a second ago. 

“what? nooo you’re suppose to protect me!” she gasped. “From…Netflix? its just a movie babe” I shake my head and make my way the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. “for a second there i thought you were a good boyfriend” she pouts while locking the door and walking into the kitchen after me. I look down at her and she rolls her eyes, taking the water bottle from my hands and drinking a sip. “For a second there i thought you were actually in danger. And would a bad boyfriend let you steal their water?” I smirk before taking the bottle back. I take a sip but almost spill some on myself when pokes me in the side.

“jerk! id like to see you sit through a scary movie without feeling the least bit paranoid” she challenged.

“Let’s watch one tonight then”

“Hell no! i’m already freake-”

“I’m here now so I wont let a hockey player or anyone else get my girl” I know she loves it when I call her that. I see her fighting back the smile it always causes. “okay fine but i swear to god if you try to scare me later on i’m going to strangle you” she squints her eyes to try and intimidate me but all it does is make it even harder for me to take her serious. She so short and doe eyed, its really hard for me to be scared of her. 

45 minutes later

“Shawn you’re supposed to be watching this” she giggled pushing my hand away from her thigh. “Id rather be doing this though” I smirk, moving my hand back to her leg and leaving a wet kiss on her collarbone. She sighs with a smile and crosses her arms. “i shouldn’t let you even sit on the same couch as me considering you told me to get off of you earlier” she teased

“haha y/n” I started “but remember what happened before that?”

“You were holding me?” she guessed, looking over at me.

"Yeah. I thought something was wrong and that-….I don’t know” I ran a hand through my hair, reliving that moment when my heart felt like it was going to explode from how fast it was beating.

What would you have done if there was a real killer in here?” she questioned. 

“I usually say violence isn’t the answer but I guess i’d have to kill him” I laugh. I see her eyes turn a bit darker and she took a deep breath. “….did that turn you on or something?” I joke. She doesn’t verbally answer but she guides my hand back to her thigh, and then further up to one of my favorite places on her body. I start rubbing her thought her pajama shorts and judging by how soft she feels right now, i’m one hundred percent positive she isn’t wearing panties. 

She bites her lip and whimpers while pressing my hand harder into her. With her other hand she pulls her shorts to the side and waits for me to do the rest. I rub for a few more seconds to make sure she’s absolutely dripping for me.

I finally have her where I want her and by now she’s almost at her peak. I take two of my fingers and wet them in my mouth before sliding them inside her. Her mouth is hanging open, a look of disbelief on her face. “sh- shawaann” she gasped. I shake my head “I know I know, that was really dirty” I chuckle, still pumping in and out of her.

 “mmm baby’ve never done that…that was h-hot” she struggled through her moans. “fuck” I grunt before pulling away from her and undoing my belt and zipper quicker than I ever have before. Without me having to tell her, she swung a leg over me and pulled her shorts to the side once again. She pulls my hard-on out of my boxers and runs her thumb over the head of it. 

“aahh baby..fuck ride me” I groan

She sinks down on me, the material of her shorts are out of the way but still add some friction every time she comes back down. Her hands find my hair and I can feel my climax building with every stroke. My hands grip her ass and i help move her up and down. “nnh shawnie right there..” she whimpers. I guide her face to my neck and she begins nibbling at my jaw line. She picks up the pace for a second before pulling me out almost all the way. She’s teasing me

“ don’t you fucking stop y/n” I growl in her ear. She starts to grind again but this time, she starts to lose her rhythm. She’s close, so am I.

“i’m almost there baby oooh fuck…yes” she nods at me and i’m assuming she feels the same. Just when I feel her clench around me, I lose it. I throw my head back and squeeze her ass just enough to make her really feel it.

  I’m moaning out her name along with a list of profanities, she’s riding out her high and when I glance down I can see her biting on her finger. I could cum again just watching her. My breathing evens out and even though we’ve both finished, she’s still slowly grinding on me. She leans forward and kisses me with so much passion, it makes me smile. 

I just love her so much.

I grab her waist to stop her movements because my dick is way too sensitive right now. “another go?” she chirps. “give me like 20 minutes babe”

We laugh and she pulls herself off of me, shifting her attention to the tv to catch the last scene of that damn movie.

Imagine Jensen surprising you with the best birthday present ever. 

Characters: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: teeth rotting fluff, Jensen being a TOTAL nerd, Harry Potter references (duh, it’s a warning and it’s hilarious)

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: 6k Celebration and One Year Fic-i-verary Celebration Fic TWELVE. The line requested was, “If somebody is willing to judge me, then I don’t really care what they think. ” It was requested by @thing-you-do-with-that-thing  . It will be highlighted in the fic. Thank you so much for celebrating with me. I am combining it with my challenge submission for @winchester-writes Birthday Drinking Challenge. She gave me the line “Why are your eyes so damn pretty?” and the alcohol Crown Royal. So that’s worked into this little diddy as well. Hope you guys enjoy it, it’s TOTALLY nerd central. I’m kind of in love. You may consider reading King of the Nerds. The reader will make a brief comment about it in the fic. 

Side note, HAPPY 21st birthday ROSIE POO!

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Valentine’s Day with Tom Holland would include...

Originally posted by tomhollandislife

N/A: Special headcanons to celebrate Valentine’s Day - I don’t write for celebrities usually, so please, don’t insist. Happy Valentine’s Day, I love you guys <3

  • Tom is young and tbh he doesn’t have so much experience on this whole dating thing
  • So on his first Valentine’s Day with you he decides that it’s better to make simple and nice things that he knows you will like rather than plan a fancy night where things can go wrong
  • He spends half of his day working with his Marvel team, once his next movie as Spiderman is in production
  • But he sends you tons of messages - which makes his manager and Kevin Feige call his attention to the meeting they were having a couple of times
  • “I’m so sorry, I swear I’m right here with you guys now”, he says, as you reply to his message, making him blush
  • Through the messages, he apologizes to you for working on such a special day
  • And promises you that once he’s done with work, he’s all yours
  • And that’s exactly what happens
  • Tom goes to his home and get ready for you
  • He puts your favorite shirt, just because he knows you will notice and smile
  • He calls you minutes before leaving, and says that he has a surprise for you
  • Which is a little gift that he knows you will love it
  • So Tom leaves his place, with the gift on his jacket pocket, and goes to your house to pick you up
  • He hugs you really tight when he sees you, kissing your lips a few times before saying “Happy Valentine’s Day, love”
  • Tom drives you to a small gig of a band you like - a place he knows people may recognize him, but won’t do anything bigger than just shyly wave at him
  • You sing every song with him, hugging him on the slow ones
  • Then your favorite song comes up
  • And Tom feels proud to sing it at the top of his lungs as he holds your hands and hugs you from behind
  • Once the show is over, you can’t stop smiling and fangirling about the band
  • “Did you see the guitarrist? He was freaking awesome! I wish I could play like that”
  • “Oh, so now you wanna learn how to play guitar?”, Tom teases you, and you laugh
  • He then takes you to eat something - aka pizza
  • And you’re the one who order the pizzas
  • “But I don’t know what you wanna eat, Thomas!”
  • “Anything is fine, love. Although I would love you forever if you order a pizza with a lot of cheese”
  • Tom tells you about his day, how he’s excited about the new Marvel movie, and how he can’t tell you anything about it
  • On the other hand, you tell him about your day, a little problem that happened with a family member, and how you were missing him
  • “You saw me two days ago, you must really love me”, he jokes, with that beautiful british accent
  • You and Tom eats a lot of pizza, laughing at each other’s jokes, talking about movies, bands, TV shows, etc
  • And yeah, it’s something pretty simple but ends up being one of the most incredible nights of your life
  • On the way to his car, he stops and buys you a flower from a lovely old lady on the street
  • “I’ve always wanted to do this”, he laughs, as he gives you the red flower
  • “Oh gosh, you’re so sappy!”
  • “Hey!”
  • Tom then buys some ice cream too, and drives you to your home (where it was planned for him to spend the night)
  • At your place, you put a playlist you made with Tom to play on the radio, while he takes off his jacket and get two spoons on the kitchen, for the ice cream
  • You leave him for a moment, to get his present
  • “Look, babe, I was going to give you this later but it’s almost 1am and I can’t wait anymore!”
  • Tom gets surprised by how big the box is
  • He opens right away, and you can see his eyes shining when he sees a brand new guitar inside it
  • “Holy shit, love!”
  • He hugs you and gives you a lot of little kisses - all with a huge smile on his face
  • “I’m now ashamed of how little my present for you is”
  • Tom gives you the box that was on his jacket, and when you open it, you see a beautiful necklace with a spider web as a pendant
  • “Not silver, white gold. And guess what?”, he says, and he pulls a necklace from inside his shirt - with the same pendant
  • “Oh my god, Tom! This must have been so freaking expensive!”
  • All the hugs and sweet kisses then turns into a hot make out session
  • Which turns into slow and awkward sex - your first time with him
  • And the night (more like morning lol) ends up with both of you eating ice cream and Tom singing an acustic version of “Say You Won’t Let Go” by James Arthur with his new guitar
  • All for you, of course

infinitemisfit33  asked:

Can you do a scenario where everyone (( including searan )) walking in and seeing s/o naked in the bath or shower by accident 😂😂


  • So Yoosung was playing LOLOL and you had mentioned you were going into the shower and he kind of dismissed it with a “yeah” and went back to gaming, not really hearing you
  • But whatever it’s not that important ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • You were humming softly to yourself, washing some shampoo out of your hair while standing under the shower and you didn’t notice you forgot to lock the door
  • But Yoosung, trying to multitask by eating Honey Buddha Chips at the same time as playing LOLOL and noticed his fingers got really greasy 
  • Yoosung told his guild he’d be right back and took off his headphones, idly walking towards their shared bathroom, making a face as he looked at his hands
  • The blonde grabbed the handle and twisted it, hearing a faint sound, but dismissed it. He walked in the bathroom, blinking once, twice.You were in front of him, showering peacefully, water dripping down your nude figure, making it seem almost like a deity
  • Unfortunately for him, he gave away his presence by gasping
  • And then proceeds to apologize for being there
  • “Ohmygodohmygod I’m so sorry (Name)!! Please forgive me I’ll leave right now-”
  • The poor baby tries to leave but bumps into the door
  • You stared at him before laughing, opening the sliding door and walking out, skipping to the red faced Yoosung quickly before he left, gently tugging his hand before latching onto his arm, a mischevious grin on your face as you soaked his hoodie. 
  • “Superman Yoosung~ There’s a special once-in-a-lifetime mission! Will you accept it?” You teased, giving him a wink
  • Yoosung almost passed out. You were so close.. breasts and other… body parts touching him nearly drove him crazy. “U-Uhm..” He gulped loudly, licking his buttery lips. “I accept-”
  • You grinned and pulled him into the shower, closing the sliding door while Yoosung continued to stare at your naked body, himself being incredibly embarassed while you teased him, poking his red cheeks while he stood under the water.
  • “Come on~ Take off your clothes! We’re showering together now!”
  • “U-Uwaaaah! (Name)! Don’t- Ah! I got it, I got it! I’m taking it off now!”


  • He’d come back from rehearsal a bit later than usual’ tired of waiting you decided to relax and take a shower. Of course while doing so you decided to turn on some music. 
  •  Zen came back exhausted, quietly he walked inside the house, thinking you’d be asleep by now. Arriving near the bathroom he’d heard the music, wondering what could possibly be going on her opened the door “MC” he called slowly.  He immediately froze, seeing your naked body through the shower glass, the water slowly pouring down on your body, giving it a shiny texture. 
  • “Oh Zen” you said turning to him. Zen blushed from head to toes, he turned away apologizing a thousand times while closing the door, his heart racing. 
  • “I-I am so sorry!!” He stood in front of the door, holding his face between his hands. 
  •  Teasy as ever you decided to wrap a towel around your body, and sneak up behind him, hugging him from behind. “Welcome home, Hyun~” you whispered softly into his ear. It immediately sent a shiver down his spine, he loves it when you called him by his real name, even thought he’d never admit it before. 
  •  “How lucky am I to come home and see the love of my life being so affectionate hmm?~” he smiled turning around and hugging you back gently. 
  • Eventually you’d drop the towel to tease him, he would back away really flustered. “I- swear I didn’t see anything!” He’d said turning away. You’d chuckle and push him against the wall before pressing your lips on his. Both of you would head to the bedroom and have one happy night ;)


  • You tried to wait for her in the dining room but eventually realized you should take a bath yourself, since it was already past midnight.
  • This girl is so stressed when she got home giVE HER A BREAK JUMIN PLEASE and like all she needed was a nice bath while… working…ugh
  • She went to the bedroom and stripped, putting her glasses on the bed and wrapping a towel around herself, honestly like half asleep. 
  • You gently swished the warm water around you, a childish smile on your face until you heard the door open, a tired Jaehee appearing just then
  • “J-Jaehee! You’re home! But..” Your face turned a dark red. 
  • Jaehee rubbed her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows, trying to wake herself up a bit and then she realized. “O-Oh my, I’m so sorry (Name)!”
  • “Wait, Jaehee, you look really tired.” You said, putting an arm over your breasts. “Uhm.. maybe… I could take care of you in the bath?” You asked, a scarlet blush on your cheeks. “Please, you need to relax.”
  • Jaehee honestly wanted to hug and cry right now?? 
  • Give this woman some love please
  • After a minute of back and forth of “are you sure”s and “yes!!” Jaehee finally gave in and slowly began to sink into the water, the foamy bubbles nicely laying on her breasts as she sighed blissfully.
  • You were super flustered by being naked with Jaehee, though forced yourself to remain calm as you helped her bathe
  • At one point, Jaehee began to blabber on and on about Jumin’s bad habits of pushing things onto her, ranting on and on while you sat behind her, massaging her shoulders tenderly to relieve some of her tension.
  • “And then he deci-Ah~”
  • Your eyes went wide
  • Woah did Jaehee just moan because of the massage 
  • Oh okay good to know
  • “Feels good?”
  • “A bit to the right, please.” Jaehee breathed, blushing a bit, but she really loved feeling your hands work on her shoulders like that just imagine what it is in bed ;;;;;;;)))))))))


  •  You had woken up early this morning, Jumin was still asleep next to you, shirtless. Both of you had had a wonderful night (if you know what I mean ). 
  • Silently you headed to the huge bathroom, while doing so Elizabeth the 3rd would Miao at you. “Shhh” you’d replied. Finally you made it to the bathroom without waking him up, or so you thought. 
  • You had started the shower and stepped in directly since you were already undressed. The water felt a little cold on your burning body, you still felt Jumin’s heat. 
  •  After relaxing for about ten minutes under the shower, you had wrapped a high quality towel around your body and were about to head outside the bathroom. 
  •  When you opened the door, you saw Jumin, wearing a bathrobe half opened in front of you, his morning hair always amused you, it made him look incredibly sexy. (Not that he isn’t too sexy already)
  • “Oh I’m sorry did I wake you up Jumin?” You said softly. “Hmmm taking a shower without me huh?” He said with a raised eyebrow. “I - hmmm” you mumbled without finding what to say.
  • He took a few steps forward, making you step back and before you knew you were back inside the bathroom. He smirked slightly “Im guessing you’re going back in the shower, how kind of you MC” he replied. 
  • You blushed fifty shades darker (I did not intend this) and nodded. “Yes, jumin” you replied. He’d leave a soft kiss on your collarbone, while slowly removing your towel. 
  • After dropping his robe to the ground both of you had stepped back in the shower, he’d pin your arms over your head and passionately kiss you while the hot water filled the room with steam. (And the rest is censored ~)


  • Seven had been working for unholy hours now, dying of boredom and after reading three books, watched two movies and finished three seasons of your favorite show you decided to go relax in the bathtub. 
  • You poured yourself a warm bubble bath you’d step in after tying your hair up. You closed your eyes letting a small “hmmm~” as the warm water wrapped your entire body. 
  •  Tired, Seven finally stood up to go clean his face in the bathroom. He hadn’t noticed your presence when he stepped inside. He turned around sighing, exhausted. 
  •  “Heya seven” you said with a smile. “Oh hey there MC” he replied. A silence filled the room for a moment. “MC ?!?!?!?!” He said holding himself onto the wall, shocked. “I am so sorry I didn’t know you were here!?” He said flustered. 
  •  You couldn’t help but chuckled at his childish like behavior. “Seven zero seven, defender of justice, I have a mission for you! ” you said with a serious tone. “It seems that I have lost something in the water, could you find it for me?” You said with a tiny smirk. 
  •  “A-a mission…!? I, the almighty seven will find your lost item!” He said regaining his usual behavior. He stood in front of the tub, scanning the bubbles and attempting not to shove his hand into a part of the water that would lead to you body. 
  •  He slowly, searched the water, with a twinkle in your eye you violently pulled him inside the water, hugging him. “Ah! God 707! You’ve found what I lost!” You said with a chuckled. Seven blushed but couldn’t resist your embrace and hugged you back. 
  • “What am I going to do with you, I’ve told you before… I’m dangerous~” he kissed you lips. (I seriously need to stop with shower/bath sex ideas, I mean some young people could be reading right???)

(Kylie and I wrote this, since we aren’t familiar with all the mm boys yet. It’ll happen often, she’ll do Yoosung, Jaehee and probably Saeran while I do Zen, Jumin and Seven)

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Winterhawk Mini Bang

Here it is folks all the works from the minibang! All the fics have art accompanying them. Take a look through these works and give the authors and artists some love. Please remember to check the archive warnings and be sure to read all the tags before you start reading.

Standby (T) Words: 2,387 by @mollynoble

Tags: AU - Modern Setting, Veteran Bucky, Veteran Clint, brief mention - anxitey

Clint and Bucky meet when they become trapped in an elevator. Clint is an idiot, but Bucky likes him anyways.

[Art] by @torii-storii

birdboy and grumpycat17 (T) Words: 2,020 by @varilia

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Interplanetary Travel, “The Space Between Us” AU

Clint was born on Mars. Only, like, two people on Earth know that, and his best– only– friend, James, is not one of them. When given the opportunity to visit Earth, and therefore James, Clint is eager to tell James the truth: about where he’s from, and the fluttery feelings that he gets whenever talking to James.

[Art] by @sian1359

Americana is for Lovers (M) Words: 8,232 by @ccbytheseashore

Tags: road trips, americana, sexual content, developing relationships, getting together

Please tell me you are still alive, read Steve’s text.
In Virginia, Bucky replied.
The hell are you doing in Virginia?
Would you believe me if I said trying to find a foam sculpture of Stonehenge?
Tony said to make sure his car comes back in once piece. Please don’t shoot each other.

Clint and Bucky set off on an adventure to find an infamous work of Americana history, but find literally everything else (including love, and a Magic Fingers) instead.

[Art] by @bvckyboy

My Depths for You (M) Words: 7,287 by @shellsxo

Tags: Domestic Fluff; Domestic!Bucky; Domestic!Clint; Anniversary

Somewhere down the line, Bucky Barnes had become the sun, and Clint’s life had begun revolving around him. Neither had expected their feelings to become so strong, to grow in strength or in depth. But it had.

Lilac Alstroemeria Aster (T) Words: 7,303 by @jenjo93

Tags: No powers AU. Bucky works at a flower shop; Clint is a human disaster by day, vigilante by night

On the surface, Clint Barton shares nothing with Bucky Grant, the cute florist he helped save from thieves. Bucky has a business, owns more than one outfit, and looks to have a stable life. Worlds away from Clint’s drama-filled past. Bucky being kidnapped reminds Clint why he doesn’t put his heart on the line anymore.

[Art] by PlaidHunters

Edge of our Hope (T) Words: 5,956 by @punxbarton

Tags: Pacific Rim AU, mention of past character death, mention of past loss of limb

Nobody wonders whether Clint and Bucky are drift compatible. They clearly are. Which is the problem, since Clint already has a drift partner, and Bucky can’t ever pilot again. Well, it’s the problem for some people. Not for them. Never for them.

[Art] by @bizrreer

Still Breathing (T) Words: 8,241 by @victorianbreaker

Tags: Canon-typical Violence, vague Mentions of suicidal thoughts, blood

Clint just wanted to get away. He didn’t want to hurt any one. But he keeps seeing blue…I dodged a bullet and I walked across a landmine / Oh, I’m still alive / Am I bleeding am I bleeding from the storm? / Just shine a light into the wreckage, so far away, away…‘Cause I’m still breathing / 'Cause I’m still breathing on my own / My head’s above the rain and roses / Making my way away / My way to you

[Art] by @theassassinhawk

Not Such a Risk (M) Words: 3,311 by @aw-hawkeye-no

Tags: Dom/Sub, Bondage, dom!Clint, sub!Steve, Sub!Bucky

“Buck, I gotta ask – are you here of your own free will, or did Clint kidnap you and force you to watch Dog Cops?” Steve smirked as he glanced from Bucky to Clint.“Hey!” Clint objected just as Bucky said, “Bit of column A, bit of column B.”Clint huffed indignantly. “As I remember it, I was minding my own business when you barged in here and started questioning my eating habits.”

Or, Clint has been acting as Steve’s and Bucky’s dom for weeks now, but the three of them have never done a scene together.

[Art](nsfw)by @xbittenx

Save Me. (T) Words: 4,867 by @hodginsismylife

Tags:  Not Captain America: The Winter Soldier Compliant, Swearing, Canon-Typical Violence.

Clint Barton just wanted an easy recovery after being braiwashed, he didn’t want to be kidnaped by HYDRA, he didn’t ask for any of this.

[Art] by @marvel-4-life

How to Mate Your Cyborg (G) Words: 2,092 by @nightshadezombie

Bucky and Hagrid spend every Tuesday and Thursday morning at the Midnight Roast, studying and sampling Wade’s questionable baked goods. And maybe pining over Wade’s Other Favorite Cyborg. BTW, Wade totally ships it, guys.

[Art] by fitzz106

 The deals you  made (T) Words: 6,321 by @aijja

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Torture, AU-Canon Divergence, Fae & Mythical Beings

Bucky is ten when he meets a boy who helps him win a prize for Steve. There’s handshake to agree to a contract, due sometime in the future. They never meet again. Or at least, Bucky doesn’t remember it.

AKA. Don’t make deals with people who appear from thin air.

[Art] by @sian1359

Through the Streets of Long Gone Dreams (T) Words: 10,937 by @rivulet027

Tags: Nightmares, PTSD, Recovering Memories

Bucky’s having trouble sleeping until Lucky decides to adopt him. Now Bucky isn’t sure if he’s sleeping better because of a dog or the archer that comes with the dog.

[Art] by @placna

This Is Where We Start Again (G) Words: 3,377 by @jeminamoonnight

Tags: Kidfic, Accidental baby acquisition, body dysphoria, deaf!Clint

When Clint brings home a baby and wants to keep her, Bucky must confront his  lingering body issues and whether or not he’s ready for the challenges of parenthood. 

[Art] by @fee-does-band-art

Empyrean (T) Words: 2,694 by @icantseemtomiss

Tags: Minor violence, mentions of past abuse. Alternate Universe- Greek,Mythology.

There’s plenty of things you get taught how to handle; like your pet hamster dying, or your girlfriend breaking up with you. But no-one ever teaches you how to handle the Greek god, Apollo, attaching himself to your soul.

[Art] by @pathulu

I Slept With An Assassin and Now I Have Feelings (T) Words: 3,911 by @useless-empty-brain

Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, mentions of brainwashing, getting together.

Years ago Clint and the Winter Soldier are given the same target and meet. Instead of eliminating the competition, the Soldier is intrigued by the disaster who beat him to the target. Through years of mind wipes disjointed images of blond and arrows keep coming back. When he breaks the mind control permanently, he wants to find Steve and the guy who kept sneaking around Hydra’s mind wipes.

[Art] by @mariana-oconnor

Like That Counting Crows Song (T) Words: 4,643 by @madetobeworthy

Tags: No Warnings, fluff, mutual healing, slow burn but it forgot to be slow

Clint’s life is a series of unfortunate events that somehow peaked at his apartment getting blown up. Bucky doesn’t really want to get caught up in his mess, but it’s hard to avoid the homeless guy sleeping on your couch when all you want to do is watch Netflix.

[Art] by @girlouttaplace

Springfield (T) Words: 1,779 by @precise-desolation

Tags: Slow build, Service dogs, PTSD

There was a man who walked  his dog every morning in the park where Clint went for his run.  Of course, Clint knew that was perfectly normal.  It was the dog’s service animal vest that caught his attention.  He had the guy figured for ex-military, he just hadn’t figured him for the Winter Soldier, the ghost sniper.  Or, well, former Winter Soldier.  It was a spur of the moment decision to buy the guy a coffee from the stand they both frequented.  He had wanted to ask about the dog.  He didn’t expect that it would become anything more.

[Art] by @mollynoble

Words Left Unsaid (M) Words: 2,067 by @i-will-always-kneel-for-smut

Tags: Swearing, Not Captain America: Civil War (Movie) Compliant, Not Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie) Compliant

Clint agreed to an afternoon sparring session with Natasha. Little did he know that by the end of the day he’d be responsible for a former Hydra agent…and one of Steve Rogers oldest friends.

[Art] by @meesedraw

The Barton-Barnes shelter of abandoned animals (G) Words: 1,960 by @asamandra

Tags: barton farm, clint and his strays

For once it’s not Clint who brings in another stray… and Clint is not amused when he finds out what kind of stray it is.

[Art] by @aw-hawkeye-no

As Lucky Would Have It. (T) Words: 6,698 by @dapperanachronism

Tags: Fluff, Angst, Get-Together, Anxiety, Lucky is the best dog,

He tells himself a lot of things. Things like he’s not a burden, things like he’s getting better, things like he’s awake in the middle of the night by choice, just because he enjoys prowling around the tower at night when it’s quiet. It’s the truth, if not the whole truth. What is also the truth is how much he enjoys finding Clint curled up on the living room floor next to a scruffy dog that Bucky knows doesn’t live in the tower with them.

[Art] by @placna

Just a Fool (Whose Luck Has Turned) (E) Words: 4,965 by @words-aremy-weapons

Tags:  Second-hand embarrassment

Clint makes a fool of himself over the comms during a mission, going into vivid detail of everything he feels for Barnes. Embarrassment makes him hide away, until Barnes forces him to come clean about everything.

[Art] by  PlaidHunters

Strike at the Heart of (T) Words: 20,528 by @captn-sara-holmes

Tags: Canon Divergence - Post-Avengers (2012), Clint Barton Feels, Everyone Has Issues, unhealthy platonic relationships, Trust Issues, Emotional Manipulation, Angst and Humor, BAMF Clint Barton, Mind Games. Mind Control, Yasha, STRIKE!Clint, Clint is actually fine, psychological evaluations are not for everyone

The Avengers think he’s traumatized, Fury thinks he needs a break, Natasha wants him to recover. Well, screw those guys. Clint is going to go and make some new friends that appreciate how badass and competent and not-messed-up-after-Loki he is. It goes great, until it doesn’t.

[Art] by @cratercreator

The Broken and The Brave (T) Words: 5,892 by @somnambulist-x

Clint Barton is acquitted after killing the Hulk.No, after killing Bruce Banner.After killing his friend.And Bucky could understand Barton’s next move and as the archer left the city and drove west in his disastrous Dodge Challenger, Bucky grabbed his backpack, hopped on his bike and followed him.He wasn’t going to stop Barton, he wasn’t going to catch him and bring him back…He was simply going with.

[Art] by @mollynoble

5 Times an archer walked into a bar (And one time the bar came to him) (T) Words: 1,553 by @adamsgirl42

Twist on the film "He’s just not that into you”

[Art] by @bizrreer

Dog Cops, Pickpockets, and Love, Oh my! (E) Words:3,634 by PlaidHunter

Tags: sex, blow jobs, rimming, cute dog cops, star wars

“I stole your wallet because I was desperate for money a few years ago and I’ve finally gotten my life under control but the guilt hasn’t left me because you looked like a really sweet person so I went to the address on your driver’s license to return it and apologize but when you answered the door you took one look at me and shouted, “YOU!” and punched me in the face!“

[Art] by @fadesealcat

Five dates Bucky didn’t realize he went on, and the one he planned himself (T) Words: 11,750 by @redsector-a

Tags: Oblivious Bucky, Slow Build Romance, Bucky Feels, Clint is a good boyfriend (even when Bucky doesn’t know he’s his boyfriend), Steve Rogers is a Good Bro, Fluff

To say that Bucky was surprised when Clint kissed him was an understatement. But it was nothing compared to the shock he felt when he learned they’d been dating for months without him realizing it. Clint gets whisked away for a mission before they have time to talk and Bucky is left to figure things out on his own - hindsight being 20/20 he can’t help but wonder how he missed things the first go around.

Little Moments

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 1,823 (with lyrics)

Warnings: none, just fluff.

Prompt: Sam’s always enjoyed the little moments he spends with Y/N. Every day with her is a new adventure and Sam wants to be in it for the long haul.

A/N: This is my entry for @impalaimagining ‘s 1K Challenge. It’s a little late, but better late than never right? My song was “Little Moments” by Brad Paisley. My gif is below. Shoutout to @megansescape for betaing this for me! Thanks a bunch!

Well I’ll never forget the first time that I heard
That pretty mouth say that dirty word
And I can’t even remember now what she backed my truck into
But she covered her mouth and her face got red
And she just looked so darn cute
That I couldn’t even act like I was mad
Yeah I live for little moments like that

“It’s a stick, Y/N. You have to.. here, just… let me…shift -”

“I’ve got it Sam!” She argued, swatting my hand away. I gave a long sigh, holding my hands up in sacrifice. “See? I got it.” She pushed the clutch in, it growled a little, but soon enough, Y/N was driving a straight line down the road. When it needed to be shifted again, she slowed, put the clutch in and got right back up to normal speed. We drove around the block a couple times. It was 25 miles per hour, nothing too fast as she was just learning, but she seemed to be getting a hang of it quite quickly.

“Okay, let’s back up into the driveway,” I suggested, seeing as she was doing well going forward. Backing up was actually easier, in my opinion, but we’ll see how it worked for Y/N. “Clutch in. Gas off. Now shift to reverse. Okay… hover over the gas. You have to turn so you can see where you’re going Y/N.”

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anonymous asked:

four word prompt: we're not together anymore

“God dammit!” I cursed and kicked the tire of my old red car as smoke billowed out from the engine. It was done, loyal Clifford had finally bit the dust. I couldn’t afford another car right now and now I was going to miss another day of work because there was no way for me to get there now that Clifford was dead. I was sitting against the tire on the side of the road after getting off the phone with AAA, banging the back of my head on the car when a black range rover pulled up behind me. I shielded my eyes and squinted as someone got out of their car and headed over to me.
“Thought I recognized Clifford.” A familiar British accent met my ears and I almost groaned aloud. Could this day get any worse? He towered over me, casting his shadow over my body, “Told you this lump of rubbish wouldn’t last through the summer. D’you need to borrow a phone or something?”
“Already called a tow, but thanks.” I said, sounding the exact opposite of thankful.
He crouched down next to me, “I’ll wait with you then.”
“I don’t need you to wait with me.”
“Someone could come and kidnap you on this road all by yourself.”
“Better than being alone with you.” I muttered under my breath.
“I heard that.”
He sighed, “Look, I know you hate me, but I’m just trying to help you out, I’m not comfortable with you being out here all alone waiting for God knows how long for a tow.”
“Do you think I give a shit what you’re comfortable with? We’re not together anymore.”
He’s quiet, but when I sneak a glance at him, his jaw’s clenched in a way I remember to mean he’s pissed. “Fuck, Y/N, just because we’re not dating doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”
I scoffed, “Well, that makes one of us.”
“How many times do I have to apologize—“
“You don’t, Harry! I don’t care! I don’t care about you or that stupid fucking relationship and I don’t want to talk about it!”
He’s quiet a moment, “I know you well enough to know that you do care, if you didn’t you wouldn’t be so angry.”
I hated him, hated that he knew me that well, hated myself for letting him know me that well. “Fuck off.” I muttered, but my voice cracked and my eyes filled.
“I know you don’t believe me, but I love you. I never stopped. And I know you hate me so it doesn’t matter, but I love you. I think about you every day, I can’t delete the pictures of us off my phone, and that notebook you always used to carry around with you is still in my glove compartment, but I never told you because I was afraid giving it back to you would be the last time I saw you and I’m not ready for that. I’ll never be ready for that.”
I impatiently wiped a tear off my cheek, “I’ve been looking for that notebook for ages.”
He gave a short laugh, “That’s the only thing you took from that?”
“Did you read it?”
“No… Of course not. I would never invade your privacy like that.”
I watched him for a moment, “I only believe you because if you had read it you’d know that I don’t hate you at all. And I never did.” That notebook was filled with every memory we shared together. I had a notebook for every year of my life starting from sixth grade and I would tape in little memories, movie tickets, receipts, flowers. I would write any thoughts that came to my mind, sometimes poetry, sometimes I’d draw. And I remembered how full that last notebook had been of Harry. Endless drawings of his mouth, endless receipts and ticket stubs from places we’d been, endless words that had come from his mouth being turned into poetry, a page that I had sprayed with his cologne and had simply drawn doodles of his tattoos on. That had been my favorite page. I wondered if it still smelled of him. I had always thought he was walking art and I tried so hard to put that on paper so I would always remember. I think I knew deep down, even then, that we weren’t forever.
But it didn’t stop me from hoping. And it didn’t stop my heart from breaking the day he left.
I felt his hand hesitantly slip into mine and I didn’t stop him. Instead, as his thumb traced circles on the back of my hand, I closed my eyes and leaned my head on his shoulder, swearing I heard him sigh contentedly at the contact of my body on his.
And we stayed like that until the tow truck arrived, a silent surrender.

anonymous asked:

Dear Duke, I have noticed something about my writing: I do not know how to conduct a dialogue. I do not know how to add an emotional "burden" to the discussion. It does not sound believable what I write. To me, it seems more like a lecture than a simple conversation. I just wanted to write engaging more with the emotional side of my characters than with the intellectual. How can I do it?

Hi! You’re in the right place because dialogue is actually my favorite thing to write and any book of mine you pick up will probably be like at least 40% people talking. Idk if this is because I did so much theatre or because I just can’t shut up, but it’s high time I did a real post about it, so:

Advice for Aspiring Authors: On Dialogue

  1. You need it so don’t resist it. Books that are just huge chunks of prose are exhausting, and if you never use dialogue you’re either (1) summarizing or (2) writing a really boring book, and either way the the result is the same. Your reader is going to be bored. Choosing the right scenic mode is important and sooner or later people are going to have to speak in the moment. 
  2. Don’t stress about speaker tags. Putting this at the top because a lot of new writers seem to get hung up on it. But I’ve already addressed this, so read this post here. Pro-tip? If you’re writing a conversation between two people or even three, you often don’t need speaker tags at all. I recently wrote a conversation that takes place over the phone which consists of about 25 lines exchanged and didn’t use a single speaker tag because it was, in all instances, obvious who was doing the talking. Later in the same MS I have a really chaotic hospital scene where like twelve people are yelling at the same time and interrupting each other and there are no speaker tags because idgaf if anybody knows who’s saying what. It should feel like chaos. (If you want a really great example of this, pick up a copy of William Faulkner’s Sanctuary and read the funeral scene.) Readers are smart. They’ll figure it out.
  3. Different people speak in different ways. Who a character is will often determine how they speak. For instance, Theodore von Wammelspout, Crown Prince of Prosenstatz, is probably going to have a very different dialect than Paw Paw O’Halloran, Louisiana shrimp fisherman. (If you want a better example of what I’m talking about, watch the movie Kingsman and pay attention to how and when Eggsy switches dialects, or read the prologue to The Taming of the Shrew and pay attention to the immediate tonal shift in Christopher Sly’s dialogue when he wakes up from a drunken stupor thinking he’s a lord.) Think about a character’s origins and upbringing and backstory when deciding how they talk.
  4. But stay away from writing dialect unless you really know what you’re doing. Don’t try to phonetically write a character’s accent or dialect unless you’re a linguist, because a lot of dropped consonants and deliberate misspellings can be really difficult to read, come out like you’re trying too hard, or even end up looking vaguely racist. If a character has an accent, find a way to tell us they have an accent and then spell all their dialogue correctly. There are, of course, exceptions to the rule–i.e, if a phonic misunderstanding is crucial to the story. But basically, unless you’re writing Trainspotting, don’t do this. What’s much better and much more effective is to describe how a character says something or what their voice sounds like. What’s the texture? The color? The temperature? A warm, rough, slow voice belongs to a different character than a cold, high, slick voice does. Or maybe the same character can switch from one to the other. Give your character’s voice the same attention you would give their body or their habits or anything else.
  5. It’s a character speaking, not the narrator. Each character should have their own voice, in the same way that each story will have a slightly different narrator, even if it’s a neutral third person narrator. Writing is all about voice and style, and part of the challenge is that you as the writer have to be a mockingbird and be able to speak in as many different voices as you have characters. It will take practice. It will require a lot of questions asked, such as “Who never says a bad word? Who swears like a sailor? Who talks in a constant, uninterrupted stream and who hardly says a word?” For an exercise, write out a plain uninteresting sentence like, “He was on his way home from the store when he got a flat tire,” the way the narrator would say it, and then rewrite it in every character’s voice. Because one character might say it just like that–”I was on my way home from the store and I got a flat tire”–and another might say, “You’re not going to fucking believe this. Okay, so I’m on my way home from the store, because we’re out of beer again, because Steve was supposed to go get more and he didn’t, the dickhead–and what happens? Well, obviously, because this worthless excuse of a city can’t be bothered to keep the roads clear, I drive right through a patch of broken glass and BANG! Blow a tire. Swear to God, I thought it was a gunshot, I nearly ran my car into a telephone pole.” If all your characters sound alike or sound like the narrator or (worse) sound like you, it’s time to stop and reevaluate. 
  6. Characters don’t speak for you. Look, unless you’re writing a really boring story it’s going to have a bunch of people in it with a bunch of different ideas and some of them should believe things that you don’t agree with or speak in a way you find objectionable. Characters are sometimes going to have to say things you find morally deplorable and they have to say them with conviction. I recently wrote a scene where my FMC’s boyfriend and her dad argue about what they’re going to do about her, like she’s not a grown-ass woman who can take care of herself. And they both say things that are utterly atrocious and that if I heard a man say in real life, I would probably punch him in the face. But that’s important. In fiction, you gotta tell it all and tell it like it is. Fiction isn’t true but it should be honest. Not every character can agree with you or with each other. (This is a big part of the reason that authorial intent is a flawed concept. An author who depicts something isn’t necessarily condoning or endorsing it.) You should be writing about difficult shit and writing about it from every vantage point and using dialogue to do that. You don’t need to agree with angelic equality crusader Nancy and homophobic Uncle Jeff equally but they need to be equally convincing. Write disagreements. Write arguments. Let characters fight and get pissed and tell each other to fuck off. It’s honest, and it’s interesting. Conflict is good.
  7. Incomplete sentences are your best friend. So are run-ons. That scene I mentioned that was 25 lines with no speaker tags? There’s also not a complete sentence in that whole exchange. We rarely speak in full correct sentences, even if we know perfectly well that what we’re saying isn’t grammatically perfect. So something like this: 
            “Seen my keys?”
            “In the basket.”
    Totally acceptable. People are lazy. They talk in fragments. Dialogue doesn’t have to be correct, because it often isn’t. Stick commas and dashes wherever the fuck you want to mimic the pattern of speech. Worry about what’s natural, not what’s correct. Sometimes what goes unsaid is just as interesting as what does get said. For instance, if Joe turns to Carol and starts to say, “Have you ever thought about–” and then never finishes the sentence, that’s going to keep a reader wondering. Has she ever thought about what? In much the same way, you can have a character ramble for an entire paragraph in an epic run-on sentence if that’s the way they talk, or if they’re distressed or upset and trying to get the words out. The last book I finished has a chapter at the end where one character literally talks without interruption for nine pages. And as insane as that sounds it’s actually totally necessary because she’s telling a story that’s important for the readers and the other characters to hear but it’s a hundred times better to hear it in her own voice, grammatical correctness be damned.
  8. Don’t try too hard to be eloquent. How many people do you know in real life who spout off perfectly articulate declarations of their feelings? Probably none. They ramble and stall and repeat themselves. Real-life conversations are not movie conversations. They’re not smooth. They’re not perfectly timed. A character just saying “Fuck me” because they have no idea what else to say is perfectly plausible (and also a great opportunity for comedy). Here’s an exercise if you’re having trouble: Make two columns on a page, and on one side write out what this character is trying to say (i.e, “I love you.” “I’ve been trying to tell you for years.” “But I’m afraid you don’t want me to.”) and on the other write out what they actually say (i.e., “I really hope you’ll stay.” “You know you’re always welcome to stay.” “I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay. Just that you can. If you want to.”) Sometimes the juxtaposition between what we’re trying to say and what actually comes out is so important. So don’t worry about perfect articulation or doing justice to the “emotional burden.” Worry about the intent and the impact and how those two things align–or don’t.
  9. Read it out loud. This is one of the most important things teachers in playwriting workshops will tell you to do. Read it out loud. If it feels awkward or unnatural, it probably is. Thus also to dialogue in prose fiction. Even better option? Get a couple of friends to read it for you. This will work wonders for helping you figure out what feels awkward.
  10. HAVE FUN WITH IT. When I say dialogue is far and away my favorite thing to write, I’m not kidding at all. You can learn so much about a character or how two characters interact by how they talk to each other. Do they tease, do they nag, do they finish each other’s sentences? Do they use slang, do they slur, do they talk about celebrities they’ve never met as if they’ve known them for years and they’re the best of friends? Let their personalities shine through, because when characters speak is the only time they’re not getting filtered through a narrator, even if that narrator is themselves. Dialogue provides some of the most poignant moments of characterization you’ll ever get. So play with it. Try the same line fifty different ways until it feels right. Let your characters speak for themselves.

Good luck! Go forth and write great dialogue and have a blast doing it.

Not Your Baby (Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Request: @emmamcarthur Hi! Could you do a Stiles imagine where him and the reader are dating, and the reader is like three years younger than him and he always reminds her that he’s older and more mature, and he baby’s her all the time, so she ends up telling him it bothers her and then it’s really fluffy?

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Notes: I’m so sorry it took my MONTHS to write this but I had soe personal issues so I didn’t really have the time nor the inspiration to write. SOOORRRRRYYYY. (proof read by @kruemelmonszter-blog )

Word count: 859

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

When Stiles and (Y/N) first started dating, both of them were confronted with a lot of scepticism. Reason for that was their age difference. Stiles being a senior in high school and (Y/N) being a sophomore, some people weren’t that happy about it as their friends were. But the negative comments as well as the nasty glances they got didn’t stop them from loving each other. No, it made their love for each other impossibly stronger.

As (Y/N) quickly walked into the cafeteria, wanting to get away from her economic class as soon as possible, her sight fell onto her boyfriend and their friends, passionately discussing something she couldn’t hear from where she was standing. After getting her food, she decided to join them. “Whatcha talking about?” she asked as she placed her tray onto the table. “Nothing kids your age should hear,” Stiles teased her as she sat down next to him and pecked her cheek. “I’m not that young!” she exclaimed, “Besides, it’s not like I don’t know about all this supernatural mess in Beacon Hills. Thanks again, Malia.” Back then, before (Y/N) knew about werewolves, kitsune, banshees and all that stuff, Stiles made everyone promise not to tell (Y/N) about everything. Main reason for that was, because he didn’t want her to get involved or, even worse, hurt. But at some point, Malia couldn’t stand all the secrecy anymore and told (Y/N). Ever since then, (Y/N) was part of the weekly pack meetings and helped Stiles with his late-night brainstorming. “We were just discussing the topics for our upcoming exams. Y’know adult stuff, (Y/N),” said Stiles, earning laughs from his friend. However, all the young girl could do was force a smile onto her face. This had been going on even long before she started dating the massive goofball. At the beginning, she thought it was funny, she enjoyed it, but now she was bothered by it, in fact, she hated the fact that Stiles constantly reminded her that he was older than her. She didn’t feel as young as she was, felt more mature even. After everyone calmed down, Lydia asked what her friends got planned for the weekend, since it was Friday and they all only had one lesson left, expect for the ones who had lacrosse training afterwards. “Well, Stiles and I wanted to have a Star Wars marathon this weekend, right? Or do you have to study for the exams?” The (h/c)-haired girl turned to her boyfriend. “Nope, Star Wars marathon is still planned. You get the snacks, right, babe?” (Y/N) nodded quickly as their friends continued their conversation.

Later that evening, Stiles set everything in his room up. The bed turned into a giant mess of pillows and blankets, the TV was already on, a random music channel playing in the background and the lights were dimmed so it was as comfortable as it could possibly get. As the doorbell rang he quickly made his way downstairs, sadly he wasn’t fast enough and his dad already answered the door. “(Y/N), it’s good to see you! Come in. I’ll leave you two alone, Sheriff’s duty calls.” Without waiting for an answer, he walked out of the door, closing it gently behind him, leaving the couple alone. “Hey, babe,” Stiles pecked her lips and took her hand to take his girlfriend upstairs to his room. “So, I’ve been thinking…” (Y/N) trailed off as they both sat down onto his bed. “Oh god, you want to break up. I’m so sorry, (Y/N). Whatever I did, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. Please don’t break up with m- “She stopped Stiles’ rambling with pressing her lips onto his. “I won’t break up with you. It’s just…Look, I hate it that you treat me like a baby. I can’t stand it, I feel like you treat me more like a little sister then your girlfriend,” (Y/N) mumbled out the end, afraid of what Stiles would think of her. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry. I thought it was just funny teasing. I’ll stop, I swear. And to make it up to you, we’ll watch (favorite movie) tonight and order from that one place you love so much.” Without saying anything she just hugged him tightly and pressed her face into his chest. “Thank you so much for not thinking I’m overreacting.”

When Sheriff Stilinski came home later that night, he tried to be as quiet as possible, but as he noticed the TV in his son’s room still running he decided to take a look since it was almost 4 AM. The moment he peaked into the room a smile slowly made its way onto his face. Pillows were laying scattered all over the room, the food stood, half eaten, on his desk, the TV was still on and in the middle of this mess his son was laying in his bed, happily snoring his face off with his girlfriend spread out over him, her head rising and falling with every breath he took. Mr. Stilinski silently walked into the room, shut off the TV and closed the room, letting both teenagers continue their peaceful sleep.

“Secrets, Mistakes, and Sex” Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2,182

Sam x Reader, mentions of Dean x Reader

Summary: You are friends with benefits with Dean, but what happens when Sam confesses his feelings for you?

Warnings: Swearing, smut, unprotected sex (once again pls wrap it before you tap it, people)

Originally posted by iwishaninjawould

“You coming over?” The text from Dean read. It was sent over an hour ago, and you read it almost immediately, but hadn’t responded. It’s not that you don’t want to go over- you love spending time with the boys, they were your best friends. You just don’t know if you want to go over and spend time with Dean.

Dean and you were complicated. The two had always been really close, more so then you and Sam. You had liked Sam since the moment you met him, which made it hard for you to get as close as you and Dean were. Sure, the two of you were friends, but it was different. You refused to let Sam know your feelings, but you also didn’t want to get close to him because you didn’t want him to think of you as a sister.

One night after a particularly hard hunt, you were sad and venting your feelings to Dean over the phone. He came over and was being his typical charming self, bringing you your favorite food and a milkshake. The comfort he was giving you turned into something entirely different, and you ended up sleeping with him that night. He was definitely a good fuck, but the both of you both felt very guilty the next day. You both agreed that it would never happen again.

It did happen again, over and over. On hunts, in his car, in the kitchen of the bunker (Sam wasn’t too happy to walk into that one.) But the two of you had no real feelings for each other, and that was acknowledged. You still had feelings for Sam, despite having sex with his brother on multiple occasions.

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What A Small World... Part 1

Part 1

A/N: heeeey everyone! I know some of you are going to kill me for not posting the next part of Blood Relations buuuut… this is a birthday gift to my homegirl @chessireneko . It was originally gonna be a one shot, buuuut…. I got caught up to the story a little to much so… I guess this is my next series!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOVE AND I WISH YOU ALL HAPPINESS AND LOVE (insert Mark Tuan here) 💓💓💓

Image is not mine. Credits to the owners.

Words: 5639

Pairing: Mark/Reader

Warnings: mature themes, mentions of alcohol/drugs, implication of attempted rape (okay, I know this seems bad but it’s your standard University AU)

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take this burden - part 6

[ happy accident - saint motel ]

‘You love me but you don’t know it yet’

Upon entering the apartment, Zhengxi and Mo Guan Shan learned that the other two had not followed Zhengxi’s instructions.

‘How’d that go?’ He Tian asked.

Mo Guan Shan dropped his bag of clothes on the couch.

‘Fuck yeah!’ Jian Yi exclaimed enthusiastically.

‘You can change now, I won’t be a dick this time.’ He Tian teased.

Mo Guan looked down at his current outfit with a small smile.

‘I can’t even promise you’ll be getting this shirt back.’ Mo Guan Shan deadpanned.

Jian Yi laughed loudly.

‘Good luck with that.’

He Tian returned his smile.

‘Let’s consider it a loan.’

Jian Yi pulled his phone from his pocket, finding his boyfriend in his recent texts.

‘Should we leave?’

Zhengxi deliberated for a moment.

‘Not yet.’

Jian Yi looked confused, but nodded, dropping his phone on the chair next to him.

Reading the room, Mo Guan Shan knew it was because of the excessive amount of drama he’d single-handedly brought into these people’s lives over the last 18 hours.

He grabbed a beer off the table, grabbing He Tian’s lighter from a few inches away and popped the bottle open.

Always a good party trick.

He Tian laughed.

‘I never could do that.’

‘It’s easy. Come here, I’ll show you

He Tian joined him on the couch, swiping his own bottle from the table.

Mo Guan Shan showed him where to put the edge of the plastic lighter and how to hold the bottle so it wouldn’t slip.

‘It’s a foolproof way to impress the ladies.’ He joked.

Jian Yi leaned back in the chair, putting his feet on Zhengxi’s lap and twisting the cap off his own bottle.

‘Yeah, ladies.’

He Tian glared at him, giving up on his task.

‘It’s ok, He Tian. It’s a valuable skill all around.’ Zhenxi comforted him.

‘Fuck you both.’ He Tian supplied, taking a long drink.

‘Is that what I have to look forward to here?’ Mo Guan Shan inquired.

This time, He Tian did spit out his mouthful of booze.

All over Zhengxi’s jeans.

‘Oh, you fuck.’

Jian Yi made no effort to contain his laughter.

Mo Guan Shan marveled at the chaos he’d caused with a simple joke.

These people were fascinating.

They polished off the case of beer in two hours or so, watching some terrible movie.

Mo Guan Shan had been more than happy to watch them interact, only speaking when asked questions.

He’d never seen three people more comfortable with each other.

‘Wanna see your new room?’ Jian Yi asked after awhile.


He Tian left the apartment last…barefoot.

‘You’re not wearing shoes?’

‘We’re not going far.’

He wasn’t lying.

Zhengxi and Jian Yi lived several doors down.

Mo Guan Shan smiled to himself.

He’d never admit how relieved he was to remain close to the dark haired man.

The apartment was incredibly cluttered compared to He Tian’s, covered floor to ceiling with art and knick knacks.

And a beautifully full bar.

His new room was incredibly small, but lovely.

The walls were painted a light blue, adorned with hand painted seashells.

The large bed sported an excessive amount of decorative pillows and a soft comforter a few shades darker than the walls.

There were shelves of frosted glass vases and more seashells.

There was a light yellow dresser with a large tv and a matching desk.

‘Please excuse the absurdity of this room.’ Zhengxi said as Jian Yi plopped down on the mattress.

‘No, it’s great.’ Mo Guan Shan’s sincerity must have come across in his tone.

Jian Yi beamed.

‘How much is rent?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, slightly worried by his lack of funds and terribly paying job.

‘You have to do all the dishes.’ Zhengxi informed him.’


‘We make plenty to pay the rent.’

‘I can’t accept this for free.’ Mo Guan Shan insisted.

‘Of course you can.’


‘Arguing with Jian Yi is pointless. Trust me.’ He Tian piped up.

Jian Yi looked at Zhengxi.

‘Baby, can you get us some drinks?

Zhengxi turned, grabbing He Tian by the wrist and dragging him from the room and closing the door behind them.

‘Why?’ Mo Guan Shan asked, hating himself for the tears he was fighting back.

Jian Yi thought for a moment.

‘I’ve known He Tian for eight years. I’ve never so much have seen a single person he’s brought home.’


‘I’m serious. That sounds like an exaggeration, but I swear it’s true.’

‘I think I’m missing the point here.’

‘He brought you home. You slept in his bed. He brought Zhengxi and i both into the situation. Of his many, many, shirts you picked his favorite.’

Mo Guan Shan felt himself blush.

‘I still don’t understand.’

‘I don’t think he knows it yet, but he sees something in you. He feels something for you, and I’m quickly understanding why.’

Mo Guan Shan said nothing.

Jian Yi sighed.

‘If he is the unmovable object, I’m thinking you might be the unstoppable force.’

‘Oh, I’m the chosen one?’ He joked.

‘It certainly seems that way.’

The redhead scoffed.

‘Mo Guan Shan, I’ve been waiting for the final piece to this puzzle for eight years. I’m not letting you leave. Not until we see this through.’

‘What if I want to?’

‘Do you?

Mo Guan studied a colorful glass fish on the bedside table.


Jian Yi smiled.

The other men entered the room.

Zhengxi handed Jian Yi an absurd looking, bright pink, drink in a martini glass.

He Tian handed Mo Guan Shan a margarita.

‘I thought you might like this. It’s my favorite… and…’

He Tian looked as confused as Mo Guan Shan felt.

Mo Guan Shan took the drink, taking a sip and failing to repress his smile.


‘Say it.’ Jian Yi prompted quietly.

‘It’s my favorite too.’

(this is ending/chapter is subject to change or deletion. I was feeling unusually cheesy)

car rides

pairing: hercules x reader

prompt: herc is driving you to a family picnic

warnings: fluff, angst, swearing?

word count: like 1000

a/n: lol sorry !!!! this also sucks a lot

“Herc! We’re going to be late!” You rushed, nearly poking yourself in the eye as you brushed mascara onto your lashes. You were running late for a family picnic and Hercules - per usual - wasn’t even ready. Honestly, it was partially your fault. You had showered the night before and when you woke up, you were feeling a little frisky and may or may not have woke him up a more unconventional way than usual.

“Baby, I’m coming!” He snickered, stopping for a minute. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, shaking water off of his hair, “That’s what you said.”

He had updated the classic “that’s what she said” to “that’s what you said” after your first time together. He teased you for it a lot, knowing that everyone thought of you as overly innocent. He knew otherwise.

After another five minutes, he emerged with a button up and some jeans and a smile on his face. Herc took you hand, beating you to the car to open it for you. You laughed at his chivalrous act, curtsying before entering the car.

You gave him directions along the way. Well, you passenger-seat-drove.

“Herc! I’m serious. The GPS says go left here!” You fought.

He shook his head, gripping the steering wheel tightly, “The GPS told us to drive through the river too, so -“ he stopped. Lowering his voice and making a u-turn and taking your left.

You smiled, satisfied. Still, you offered a “thank you,” eliciting a small grin out of him.

He glanced at you, “You look beautiful today.”

You smiled, “Thanks, babe. I figured it’d be one less thing for my mother to criticize.”

Hercules laughed; he had gotten many “When are you settling down?” talks from his own mother. He obviously thought of you as that person, not that he would tell you that yet. You hadn’t even dropped the L bomb. So he kept his eyes on the road, slowing down a little as he drove through town.

You fiddled with the radio, settling on a pop song that had been on every station for the past two weeks. Humming along, you noticed Hercules continuing to look at you from the corner of his eye.

You watched the scenery go by, smiling as you drove through your hometown. You passed the movie theater where you had your first date; the Subway where the same guy broke up with you three days later…

“Herc, look!” You chimed, “This is where I had my first kiss.” It was a single Cherry Blossom Tree in the middle of your town’s park. 

“That’s romantic, actually.” Hercules said, “I had mine in the girls bathroom at my middle school.”

You hit his arm playfully, ready to drag the story out of him.

You proceed to point out your favorite coffee shop to Herc, and within an instant he was pulled over and was dragging you inside. You swore he didn’t understand the concept of time. Regardless, when the coffee hit your tongue, it just reminded you how much he meant to you. Hercules was all about the little things.

You continued to ride next to him, belting out an Adele song while giggling at his awful singing.

“You look really pretty,” he said again, making you laugh.

“You said that already.”

He shrugged, turning to you for a second before snapping his eyes back to the road.

You turned up the radio a notch, smiling when an old song came on. You danced a little in your seat, jamming to NSYNC with the biggest grin on your face. Hercules turned to see for a beat. You wiggled your eyebrows at him, shimming to the beat.

“Oh my God,” he laughed.

As the final chorus came on, Hercules blurted out, “I think I’m in love with you.” The color drained almost as soon as the words left his lips.

You instantly stopped singing, snapping your head to him for a moment. A blush had flooded his cheeks to match yours. You took a breath before facing forward again.

Silence. The only words between you was the Taylor Swift lyrics blasting between you two. Hercules turned it down, embarrassed. After about five minutes of heavy silence he almost tore himself in two.

What the hell was he thinking telling you he loved you? He did, obviously, but it was still really early in the relationship. How could he just ruin it so quickly? And now they were going to a family picnic? Could he make this any more awkward?


The car slowed to a red light. Hercules was ready to apologize, make up an excuse.

“I think I’m in love - with that song, I mean.” He thought.

The light turned green.

“I think I’m in love with you too,” you said before he could move.

Hercules shot a look towards you, reaching his hand out for you to hold. You gracefully accepted, his rough, calloused hand squeezing yours lightly. His thumb caressed the back of your hand, making your heart flutter.

The car behind you honked and you flipped him off. This was your moment. 

Still, the world didn’t agree. Everything after that happened in slow motion. Hercules’ head turned to you, a smile the size of the moon painted on his face. His eyes met the road only to be sharply hit by a truck plowing into the side of his car.

There was a smash and you saw broken glass raining down on him. You saw only two things before you his the ground: red, and his arm in front of you, hopelessly trying to protect you from the inevitable.

krysylyn86  asked:

#118- “Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.” (my nephew's fav hero is Deadshot, he doesn't care that he's a villain, lol)

I’m not much of a superhero nerd, so if Derek’s reasoning is like fucking terrible then blame Google. Here’s #118: “Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain.”

“We should watch X-Men.”

Stiles froze, the popcorn in his mouth threatening to fall out due to his gaping. He looked at Derek with wide eyes because there was honestly no fucking away he just suggested watching X-Men. No, no way, nope, nada, that was not even funny at this point. Neither was the oh so very obvious nerd boner her was currently sporting.

“What?” He asked finally, chewing his popcorn thoughtfully.

Derek’s face went a little red, “we should watch X-Men. You know what that is right?”

“Of course I know what that is, who do you take me for? I’m surprised you know what it is!”

“I didn’t live under a rock in New York.”

“Of course not, I just didn’t think you’d suggest a superhero movie.”

Derek shrugged and looked over the various X-Men titles on screen, “it has my favorite superhero in it. I like the plot too.”

“Oh my God is a wolverine? I swear to God, Derek I cannot hold back a dog joke if it is,” Stiles snickered, getting a light punch on the arm. He made a fake sound of pain and rubbed his upper arm just to make the wolf feel bad. The smug asshole just smirked at him.

“No, Magneto.”

Stiles flailed, because for the second time today his mental answer was no. Just fucking nope.

“What do you mean Magneto?! Your favorite superhero can’t be a villain!” Stiles gasped.

“That’s not a rule Stiles. Plus he can be a good guy at times,” Derek said and pressed play on one of the movies.

Stiles shook his head, “fine ‘Mr. Magneto-is-my-favorite-hero-although-he’s-a-villain’ tell me why you like him so much.”

“His origin story. He was a prisoner of Nazi Germany, his family died, then his wife left him after their daughter died. He met Charles Xavier and they actually worked for good with their mutant powers. Sure, eventually he became Magneto and he did some messed up things, but he’s an interesting character and he has good development,” Derek explained.

Stiles thought three things in that moment. One, he’s never been more turned on in his life. Two, Derek Hale is a fucking nerd when he wanted to be. Three, okay so maybe Magneto was a cool character but by no means was he a hero. Not in Stiles’ book.

“You done judging my taste in superheros? I mean your Batman underwear is pretty tacky,” Derek teased.

“Hey! You like them and you know it! They were a quality purchase.”

“There a hole on the buttcheek where the Bat Signal is.”

Stiles frowned and curled into Derek’s side, “don’t remind me. I’m still upset about it.”