this looked much better in my head though

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 9)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 1,185

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

A/N: Here’s another update for you guys :)

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

“It’s a date.”

“It’s not a date.”

“Yes, it is.”

“No, it’s not, Wanda,” you affirmed with a shake of your head, smoothing out your blouse before slipping on your flats. “It’s not a date. We are going out as friends. That’s what he said to me.”

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blue night radio ♡ 170208
translation: fantaemsie

listener (message): when i was a teenager i was a really gloomy child. it seemed like the whole world had turned it’s back on me. i believed i was the only one in the world. back then someone uttered these words to me: “everyone lives like that. you’re not the only one having a hard time. everyone lives in difficulty, and diligently, as much as you do.” at that time, rather than getting hurt by these words i thought: “that’s right so i’ve behaving like a child.” that’s why, from then on, i lived really diligently, only looking straight head. even though, because of my family’s circumstances, i got into college a bit late compared to other people, i pushed my own self with a rod of iron and i refused to face my own wounds since i trusted that, other than me, there are other people who are having a tough time and that everyone is living working hard as much as i do. i live diligently. then i thought: i could be even better, an even more of a good person. however, after i ran and ran diligently like that, now that i’m going to graduate i turned out to be someone who gets angry and annoyed at everything. i get angry at the words the other opponent would throw in without any meaning. i’d get angry with a: “what do you know?”. little by little i hated meeting other people and i’m just preparing to find a job while only looking straight ahead. however …, i suddenly got this thought: why am i comparing my own pain with other people’s suffering? why did i make other people’s misfortune the basis to my happiness? all of a sudden these words i heard years ago occurred to me again: “everyone lives like that. you’re not the only one having a hard time.” it seemed like i’d fall behind if i didn’t do anything, that i’d really become someone who’s oblivious to everything - casting a spell that everyone lives like that, that i’m not the only one having a tough time. i pressured and harassed myself. i couldn’t be caring to myself. i was only too strict to myself. i couldn’t love myself, the one that needed love the most. at last, i want to say this to myself: “you lived diligently. more than anybody else you lived fiercely. it’s alright. you can rest now.” today, my status message: “it’s alright even if you don’t do anything.

jonghyun: “everyone lives like that, you’re not the only one having a hard time.” these words …, i think it’s the most wrong way of consolation in the world. the comparing with the other opponent, with different people. you know how there are these words? “live with the courage to die”; well …, these words? i think it’s the worst way of consolation. comfort …, to someone who’s having a hard time, someone who’s gloomy / depressed, to an exhausted person, to say: “when you get these thoughts, think of …, when you get those thoughts, courageously, do something different …, ya, right now, since you’re having a hard time like that: you’re exhausted, tired and having negative thoughts. i think it’d be good to quickly put that energy on the move and quickly take care of the work you need to get done.” to be honest, that person was aware of this too. they already know it’ll be solved by quickly moving on. they really immensely wish for it to be that way. however, it’s not working that way. there’s another thing other than the body’s wounds that you can see with your own eyes: it’s the heart’s wounds and, because of that, when comforting someone, i think one should think of how there’s certainly another existence, something that my eyes can’t see. of course, me too, while talking about this, since there are certainly words i gave to someone and wounds i’ve received from someone, i wanted to complain and talk a bit about this to our dear listeners. when comforting someone, rather than consoling them by comparing, whether comparing them to yourself or another person’s situation, i think it’d be nice to just have a talk about that person, them solely.

Magnus and Alec were cuddling on the couch, lazily caressing each other. Alec was close to dozing off. He’s never felt more comfortable than with Magnus in his arms, just holding his perfect boyfriend. He was magical alright.

“Alec?” “Hm?” “I love you” Alec smiled gently, still vaguely sleepy. “Love you, too” It wasn’t the first time they said it. Magnus straightened up a little to be able to look Alec in the eyes. Alec gave a low whine, because he’d lost his comfy Magnus-cushion.

“You don’t understand. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. You, my dear Alexander, are making me feel so content with myself. I’ve never been happier in my life.”

Alec’s eyes widened noticeably. He looked dumbstruck. Certainly this couldn’t be true? Centuries worth of history - there was bound to have been someone better than him. Someone less awkward, more romantic, less ordinary. He said as much, albeit stammering and blushing while doing so.

And Magnus just looked at him, adoration shining in his eyes: “No, Alexander, there really wasn’t” Alec smiled at Magnus, raking his hands through the warlock’s soft hair. “I love you too. More than anything”

Just Because, My Darling

My Darling,

Let me take care of you
Even though you take care of everyone
Just because I want to

Let me hold your your hand
Even though mine us as sweaty af
Just because I miss the feeling of your skin

Let me be there for you
Even though you’re strong on your own
Just because I am strong too

Let me kiss your lips
Even though we just stopped doing that
Just because I feel like it

Let me protect you
Even though you can protect yourself
Just because I would feel better knowing you’re safe

Let me listen to your voice for hours
Even though you want me to talk as well
Just because I like the sounds and inflections

Let me lay my head on your chest
Even though we’re just about the same size
Just because I love the rhythm of your heart beat

Let me look at your face
Even though I may look odd doing so
Just because I’m trying to memorize it

Let me be yours forever
Even though forever isn’t nearly long enough
Just because I love you so much

Xoxo, Me

(And I’m back! With a rough, chaotic, first draft poem for my Darling, but i wanted it out fast, lol. Thanks for having such an open, free, and honest love blog 😊 it rocks)


the holy uncle trinity of ijs men’s skaters

You’re not Hypothermic

Summary: Cas finds you after you were hurt on a hunt. You’re too cold to go look for Sam and Dean, so Cas…warms you up. 

I shouldn’t write summaries lmao

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Word Count: 1.6k

Originally posted by subcas

Dizzy, nauseas, blood, ouch, so much blood, was all you could think as you peeled yourself up off the floor. You’d collapsed after slicing off the last vampire’s head, and apparently, no one had found you yet. You felt your pockets for your phone, which was nowhere to be found.

Dammit, you thought. You were gonna die here. You’d lost so much blood from that vampire attacking you. You made your way to a dirty old couch in the abandoned house you were in and waited. There was no way you could leave here on your own. Thirty minutes must’ve went by, and still no sign of Sam Dean, or Cas.

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Little Monster part 2


Pairing: Professor!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: A couple bad words?

Word count: 1.773

Summary: First class, first time meeting with professor Rogers. An old friend returns and raises some questions.

A/N: Some of you asked for more insight on how Steve looks at things… Well lucky you!

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That Kind Of Accidental Photo. ::TJ Perkins Smut::

Pairing: Reader x TJ Perkins

Word Count: 3,518

Warnings: Smut. Some swearing.

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Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone! I hope you have a great day whether you are with someone or not. And remember I love every single one of my followers. You guys are the best.

I was discussing this idea with @withwordslikeweapons (an absolutely fantastic writer, seriously go check her out), but I had no idea what wrestler to use for this plot. She immediately suggested TJ Perkins and boom, this fic was born.

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Originally posted by tjpfrance

I pulled my hair up into a high ponytail, hoping that I would be able to get a better look without all the strands obscuring my view. It was still slightly nippy, not surprising as it was only mid February and I wanted to be quick about this considering the chill I was beginning to feel, stood in the bathroom dressed only in a bra and matching underwear.

I straightened one strap that had managed to get itself twisted, before looking at myself in the mirror, checking to see where the material was fitting and if it needed to be tightened. The red lingerie contrasted well with my skin and I couldn’t help but feel good about myself, even if I knew no one was going to see it. Valentine’s Day was tomorrow and while I admittedly wasn’t the biggest fan of the holiday, I was a big fan of the lingerie deals that were available in the run up. Well, that and the discounted chocolates on the day after. Taking advantage of the various offers, I had picked up some cute Valentine-themed lingerie as a treat for myself.

Standing with my back turned to the mirror, I craned my head, trying to look over my shoulder and get a good look of what it looked like from the back and while, I could see my panties just fine, my viewpoint was lacking in the bra area. I grumbled to myself, sure that my flexibility had been so much better when I had been back at school and it wasn’t as though I was that old. Picking up my phone, I saw that I had a text from TJ which I had received this morning, but had forgotten to reply to. And I really did need to reply, considering it was regarding the details of us car-pooling together tomorrow. Making a mental note to reply once I wasn’t half naked and hopefully slightly warmer, I brought up the camera on my phone and then proceeded to take about five minutes trying to find the right angle, so that both my front and my back (via the mirror’s reflection) was featured in the screen display, before taking a quick snap.

Peering at the result, I was satisfied with what I saw, liking the way the set looked on me and more importantly that everything was fitting right. Because let me tell you, bras were ridiculously uncomfortable when they didn’t fit properly and nothing soured the joy of new lingerie quite so quickly. Moving to delete the photo from my phone, I was interrupted by another text from TJ, urging me to get back to him, as he needed to know whether or not to wait for me tomorrow morning. Feeling guilty about making him chase me for my response, my fingers flew quickly across the screen as I tapped out a reply. It was only after I had hit send, that I noticed my phone had packaged a picture to send along with my message. I froze for a moment, overwhelmed by the feeling that the picture I had accidently sent, was the last photo in the world I wanted TJ to see. Preparing myself, I opened my messages back up, only to see my lingerie photo staring back up at me.

“Fuck” I shouted loudly, not caring if the neighbours heard me swear. Exiting the bathroom, I picked up the clothes I had discarded only moments before, frantically pulling on my skinny jeans and not even bothering to do them up, before reaching for my zip-up hoodie. I paused, the zip not even half way up yet, as I wondered what exactly the hell I thought it was, I was doing. The plan had been to run down the hall to TJ’s room and tell him not to read my text and just delete it. There was just one exceedingly big flaw to my plan, it would look bloody suspicious if I did that. In fact TJ would be even more likely to open it after that. Like when you tell a child not to do something, so they immediately have to do it. Except TJ was fully grown man. A fully grown man who I did not want to see that. It was absolutely mortifying. Especially after what had happened in my last relationship.

That relationship had lasted two years and it was the only time previously that I had sent such photos. I had been devastated when I found out what he had done, sharing my photos with his friends, like they were some kind of party favour. I had to fight the urge to panic, because I had enough respect for TJ, to know that he would never do anything like that. However, it didn’t change the fact he would see it. Or had seen it, because there was no way that he hadn’t read that text by now.

In fact, the knock at my door pretty much confirmed my suspicions, because I knew damn well who was behind it. My fingers fumbled for a moment, before finally zipping my hoodie all the way up. I had no choice now but to face the music and so I steeled myself and just hoped it wouldn’t be too awkward. I was suppose to be sharing a car with him tomorrow after all.

I wasn’t particularly surprised when I opened my door to find TJ stood in the hallway. I was however, surprised by the look he was giving me, his dark brown eyes dangerously intense, his tongue sweeping over his lower lip. “Let me in”, was all he said in greeting and I was still so stunned by the way he was looking at me, that I hadn’t even realised that I had stepped aside until TJ had reached the centre of the room.

“TJ, look about that..” I started to say, but I didn’t get very far before TJ interrupted me, one hand running through his hair and leaving it in disarray. “I get that probably wasn’t meant for me. Actually, I can tell from your face, that definitely wasn’t meant for me. And I really probably shouldn’t be here, because there is a someone out there, who that picture was definitely meant for…”

“There is no one” I interrupted, the words stumbling out for my mouth before I even realised they were. TJ finally paused, taking a moment to look me over, a mischievous smile taking over his face and I suddenly felt very naked despite the fact I was fully covered.

“Well, thank fuck for that. Because I wasn’t too sure I was going to be able to stop myself from doing this” he told me. He was across the floor practically in an instant, taking long strides as he stepped in front of me. His hands were warm as they cupped my face and pulled me into a deep kiss. I was taken off-guard for a moment, but there was something so sweet about the way he tasted and I ended up greedy for more, my hands curling into the front of t-shirt.

There was denying that TJ was talented, his lips moving roughly over mine, while gentle hands in comparison, traced down the side of my neck, his thumb coming to rest on the hollow of my throat and I gasped the movement making me feel curiously vulnerable, while being strangely erotic. He pulled away, his lips lingering over mine for a moment.

“I’ve thought about doing this before, but I always chickened out. The moment I received that photo though, I knew I had to come over. Do you have any idea how damn sexy you are?” he murmured, before lowering his lips back onto mine. His hands fell to my hips this time and I could feel his fingers edging their way up under the hem of my hoodie. He groaned as his fingertips met bare skin and let his teeth gently scrape over my lower lip as he pulled away.

“Are you still wearing it?” he asked. With the way his voice had deepened, there could be absolutely no confusion as to what ‘it’ was. Feeling my confidence build, I took a step back and fiddled delicately with my zipper all the while keeping my eyes locked with his.

“Why don’t you find out?” I offered, letting my hand drop.

If possible I could see his eyes darken even more, as he took a step forward following me. His mouth lowered to my neck, kissing my sensitive skin, before he began to speak, his lips brushing over me with every word he whispered. “I intend to. But this isn’t just sex for me, Y/N. I want to try for something much more than this. I need to know if that’s okay with you” he told me bluntly.

“Such a smooth talker” I teased, my hands once again curling into his t-shirt and drawing him even closer. “But yes, I want to try too”. I could feel him smile against my neck and this time when his lips touched my skin again, he began to suck, the best kind of burning impression being left behind on my skin.

“TJ..” I groaned and I felt him smile against my skin once more. Pulling back, his fingers tugged gently at my zipper, ever so slowly undoing my hoodie, touches of my red bra peeking through. I could see his hardness clearly straining at his sweatpants now and I was only distracted as I felt TJ’s fingers skim over my shoulders, pushing my hoodie off. He bit his lower lip, his fingers tracing back down my bra straps, but to my disappointment his hands skipped over my breasts and trailed down to my hips instead.

Next, he fell to his knees in front of me, continuing to peer up at me as his hands slide around to the front of my jeans, raising one eyebrow at me while smirking, as he realised that I hadn’t done the buttons up in my rush to get dressed.

“I swear TJ. If you open that mouth of yours and tease me, there will be hell to pay” I told him, recognising that cheeky look in his eyes and knowing him far too well in general. My warning lost any weight it held though, when I felt him run his tongue teasingly up my stomach, ending in a soft kiss just under my bra and I let out a low moan, my legs suddenly feeling shaky.

TJ fell back to his knees again, tugging my jeans down over my legs and I heard the appreciative groan he made, my image now matching the one he had seen in the photo. I trembled as he pressed a kiss to the top of both my thighs, before falling into giggles as he suddenly picked me up, placing me over his shoulder and started to make his way over to the bed.

“TJ!” I scolded, though the whole thing was ruined by my constant laughter, especially when he playfully swatted my ass. Despite his playfulness, he was careful as he placed me down on the bed, waiting until my back had hit the mattress, before tickling my sides, causing my laughter only to increase as I wriggled under him.

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence even as his fingers continued to skip over my ribs. His fingers slowly drifted upwards and the nearer he got to my bra, the more purposeful they became in their movements, the playful atmosphere disappearing as quickly as it had come. His fingers traced teasingly over the line of my bra and I took a sharp breath in, wanting to feel more of his touch.

“My girl is beautiful isn’t she?” he murmured, a shy quality to his voice as he watched how I would react to his words, unsure if he was pushing his boundaries. I grinned at his words, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck and pulling him in for another kiss, my hands sliding up the back of his shirt and feeling the muscles of his back flex under my fingertips. Wanting to be able to feel more of his skin, I tugged at his shirt, TJ leaning back so I could pull it over his head. My fingers roamed his chest, drifting down to the trace the lines of his stomach, enjoying the shaky breath I pulled from him.

TJ pulled his lips away from mine, beginning to scatter a line of kisses down my body, only stopping when he reached my bra, choosing to chase the curves of my cleavage with his lips. “As pretty as all this is” he said as he fingered lace decorated cups, “It really needs to come off”.

Hearing the obvious hint in his words, I arched my back slightly, giving myself enough space to reach behind and undo my bra clasp. TJ stayed propped up on his elbows, watching me intently as I slid the garment down my arms and tossed it to one side. He had the cheekiest grin on his face, as his hands palmed my breasts, pressing them together, as his thumbs played lightly over my nipples. My back arched again, this time the result of his attentions, as TJ scattered feathery kisses over my breasts, his lips barely brushing over my nipples. My fingers clasped at his hair, hoping to encourage him to move his mouth where I really wanted it. I was rewarded when his lips latched onto a sensitive nipple, teasing me with a combination of teeth and tongue.

“TJ, I need you” I moaned. “Inside” I clarified only a moment later. I could feel my wetness gathering, the material between my legs dampening. He had barely touched me and I was already completely aroused. I knew that he felt it too. His hardness had been a steady presence ever since he had begun to undress me and was now consistently pressing into my hip, the material of his sweatpants straining.

“Thank fuck, you said that. That photo earlier was enough foreplay for me. Just didn’t want to push you too fast” he groaned, his hand slipping into my pants, fingers parting my folds as he tested my wetness. “Wanted to make sure you were ready”.

“More than ready” I told him, my hands falling to his sweatpants and tugging the material down as far as I could from this position. TJ picked up from where I left off, shuffling his pants down along with his boxers. My panties were quick to follow in the path of the rest of our clothes, leaving the both of us completely naked.

I couldn’t help myself. Even though both of us had already admitted we were ready to proceed, I reached out my hand and wrapped my fingers around his hardened cock, wanting to feel him. I watched as TJ let out a shuddery breath, his head falling forward for a moment, before reaching down and wrapping his fingers around my wrist, bringing my hand to his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to the palm of my hand, causing me to be the one to shiver this time.

“Thought we had already established that photo was more than enough foreplay for me” he murmured gently and I could see his eyes twinkling with mirth, kissing my hand once more, but this time letting his teeth scrape over delicate skin. My only reply was a grin as I wrapped one arm around the back of his neck, pulling him into another kiss and I could feel his body weight settle on me, strong arms wrapping themselves around my body.

“You know, when I received that photo. I was actually jealous for a moment. Thought I had lost my chance. That someone else got to touch you. Be with you” TJ told me once he had pulled away, fingers caressing the line of my jaw as he continued to speak. “And I came charging down to your room, still half-hard and with absolutely no idea what I was going to say to you, just knowing that I had to say something”.

“I’m glad you did” I replied, causing him to grin in response, lowering his lips to mine and swallowing the groan I made as I felt him push into me, leaving me feeling pleasantly full. He made no further efforts to move his hips though and despite wrapping my legs around him, it was nowhere near enough friction for me and I ended up pleading with him.

“TJ, please!” I mumbled, tracing my lips over his neck in an attempt to encourage him.

He chuckled in response, placing his hands onto my hips as he began to slowly rock himself into me. “Just wanted to savour the moment. Savour you. After all, I only get to make love to you for the first time only once”.

My heart fluttered at his romantic words. “Fuck, you really are a smooth talker” I mumbled.

“The smoothest” he agreed teasingly, his strokes becoming deeper with each pass and my fingers began to dig into his shoulders.

There was something about the atmosphere that was surrounding us, that was completely intimate, TJ’s forehead resting against mine as we continued to move together. Both his hands were now linked with mine and he had them pinned to the bed either side of my head. His gaze never left mine, almost as if he was searching for something and judging by the way his eyes lit up, he found it when I moaned out his name.

The pace that he set was just right, nothing too fast or too slow, just enough to slowly build me up to my orgasm. Almost like starting a fire, beginning with nothing more than a small flame which gradually grew bigger over time.

The rocking of the bed was growing to become a steady beat against the wall, TJ’s lips moving to my collarbone and teasing me with gentle pinches of his teeth. With my hands still pinned to the bed, I resorted to pressing kisses of my own against his exposed neck, sucking occasionally on the skin, causing him to groan lowly, his hips bucking slightly harsher with each time.

“TJ, I’m close” I mumbled and I felt his lips leave me, his gaze returning to mine, only pausing to press a brief kiss to my lips.

“Me too” he murmured, finally letting go of one of my hands so he could hold my cheek, his thumb moving gently over my skin. I took the opportunity to wrap my free arm around his shoulders, gasping out loud at a particularly deep thrust.

With both of us being driven by our own arousal, the pace picked up, TJ bottoming out on each thrust, leaving me reeling before my orgasm had even overtaken me.

“T-..” I moaned loudly as I hit my release, unable to even get his whole name out as my body shook with the intensity I was feeling, my hand squeezing his tighter as I came. The sound of TJ swearing was the all warning that I received, before I felt him cum as well, continuing to pump into me as he rode out the last of his release. In a moment mimicking me earlier, I felt his hand squeeze mine tight.

I couldn’t help but smile myself, as I saw the wide grin on his face, TJ quickly pulling me into a short, passionate kiss, both of us too out of breath for much more than that. Rolling onto his back, he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, turning me into him and I ended up resting my head on his chest, feeling it rise up and down with every breath. I sighed contently, as I felt his hand begin to stroke over my hair, closing my eyes momentarily, only opening them again when I heard TJ yawn.

“You can stay here tonight?” I offered shyly, still enjoying the way that his fingers were threading through my hair, a small yawn falling from my own lips, feeling slightly tired myself. I felt his lips press against the top of my head, fingers moving to stroke my back.

“I would like that” he told me softly, nudging me softly to look up at him. Warm brown eyes met mine and looking at him right now, I finally understood what people meant when they said someone ‘smiled with their eyes’.

“Would you let me take you out for Valentine’s Day? I’m sure most of the restaurants will be fully booked by now, but I’m sure we could find something to do” he asked, his voice appearing softer in the darkness and silence of the room.

“That would be amazing” I told him earnestly.

I watched as he smiled even more, leaning down to once again to kiss me, before proceeding to pull the covers up and around us, ensuring that I was tucked in and feeling both warm and cosy.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N” he whispered.

The One With The White Lie

Pairing: Chris Schistad x Reader x William Magnusson 

Summary: With William secretly crushing on Noora while he’s dating you, Chris see’s an opportunity to have you to himself… even if it means lying to you. 

A/N: if any of u watch SKAM message me to scream!!! bc i’m obsessed!!! (and lowkey need friends!!!)

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“Find it,” William says in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. I watch him from the corner of my eyes, “I’m looking, okay?” I mumble, down on my knees, looking under the bed.

He kicks the leg of it and I scramble away, “What the hell, William?!”

He crouches down beside me, burying his face in his hands, “Sorry, I’m just –“ he shakes his head, “Why did you take it y/n?”

“I didn’t know it was Chris’ stuff,” I mutter, avoiding his eyes, “I thought it was yours and I was cleaning up so I thought I’d put it somewhere safe, I guess,” I shrug, looking around the room.

While I’d been tidying William’s room, I’d found his drug stash. I was vacuuming and put it somewhere and I couldn’t remember where. Only problem as that it wasn’t William’s and it was worth a lot of money.

Still, I knew there was something else behind William’s behaviour. He wasn’t the type to get angry over something so trivial but lately he’s been using any excuse to stay pissed at me.

“I’ll find them, William,” I reassure him, standing up, “But it’s 1am.” I rub my eyes, stretching my arms over my head.

“Maybe you should sleep at your place tonight,” he says offhandedly, looking out the window.

“Okay,” I sigh, “I didn’t bring my car though. I can’t exactly take the bus.”

He lies down on his bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “I’ll tell Chris to give you a ride on his way to Eva’s pregame.”

I scoff but he pretends not to hear me, turning on his side so his back is facing me.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I head downstairs. The sound of Chris revving his engine outside is the only thing that keeps me from barging back upstairs and smacking William with a pillow – or something more painful.

“This is the third time this week I’ve had to pick you up,” Chris says as I climb in. I lean back against the head rest, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I mumble, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“It’s not you who should be sorry,” he says, looking at the front door of William’s place, “If he’s going to kick his girlfriend out he should have the decency to drive her home.”

I shrug, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Judging by how William reacted, Chris wouldn’t be too happy to hear about his drugs.

“No, I am sorry, Chris,” I turn to face him, “I – I misplaced your drugs,” I choke, beginning to cry. Within a few seconds I was sobbing into my hands, “I thought they were William’s and I put them somewhere. I looked everywhere but I can’t find them. I’m so sorry!”

Chris stares at me with furrowed brows, pulling me against his chest as he strokes my hair, “Don’t be sorry, y/n – it’s – they’re just drugs. They don’t even matter,” he pulls away from me, cupping my face in his hands, “Is that why he kicked you out?”

“He said it was worth a lot of money,” I sob, “I’ll – I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“Y/N,” he shakes his head, “It’s not important. Is that why he kicked you out?” he asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know. He’s been weird – I – I don’t know what I did,” I stutter. Chris sighs, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Trust me, it’s not you,” he mumbles bitterly.

Monday was a shit show. At least on weekends I could avoid William without if being a big deal but at school, everyone noticed.

And the minute it looked like we were over, girls would throw themselves at him.

The minute William walked past me without so much as a ‘hello’, whispers spread around like wildfire, as well as rumours.

I never gave much attention to rumours, but there was one I couldn’t help but listen to since it was coming from the Penetrators.

“I’m telling you y/n, he’s hooking up with Noora. That’s why he’s trying to get rid of you, “ one of them says to me, scoffing.

“That’s enough,” Chris spits, standing between us, “Don’t listen to them, they’re just being assholes,” Chris says, leading me away by the arm.

He pulls me inside an empty classroom and I lean against the window sill, looking out at the courtyard.

“Hey,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “You okay?”

“Is it true? About Noora?”

Chris’ silence makes my heart leap out of my chest, “Chris?”

“No,” he sighs, “Not exactly.”

“W-what does that mean?”

Chris cups his hands behind his neck, looking up at the ceiling and blowing air forcefully through his lips, “He likes her.”

“Likes her?”

I feel my throat tighten and swallow hard, “Like –likes her?”

Chris nods, looking at me sympathetically.

“Are they screwing?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

Chris nods once, staring at me, “You deserve better,” he says softly, resting his forehead against mine, his hands on my waist, “So much better.”


Even though I shake my head, something inside me wanted to kiss Chris, not just to get back at William. He’d always been there for me, as a friend – as more. And especially lately, with William’s crappy behaviour. I wasn’t sure how I would’ve gotten through it if not for him. Still, I press a hand to his chest.

But he doesn’t care. He kisses me, pinning me against the wall.

I so badly wanted to kiss him back, but I knew I had to end things with William, if he didn’t end them with me first.

“Chris,” I say, pulling away, “I can’t do that to William.”

“Who cares,” Chris growls, “What about what he’s doing to you?!”

“And what exactly is that?!” a voice comes from across the room.

I look over Chris’ shoulder and realize William is standing there, with quite a few people watching over his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I mumble, already rushing to stand between them. William barges over and I push him back by his chest.

“Did you really just fucking kiss my girlfriend you fucker?!” William yells. I struggle to keep him away from Chris – not that Chris was backing away.

“Who cares?” Chris spits, “It’s not like you’re kissing her; someone might as well!”

“Fuck you!” William shouts.

“William,” I yell, practically dragging him towards the door. People only move out of the way when I start shoving them.

Once we’re in the carpark, he pulls his hand out of mine.

“I’m going to kill him,” he grunts, slamming his hand against a car, “Kissing you when you’re pushing him away – what the fuck was he thinking?!”

“William,” I try to interrupt, but he’s too angry – enraged.

“William,” I repeat, turning him to face me, “Why do you care? You were going to dump me anyway.”

“What are you talking about?” he frowns, moving hair out of his face.

I slump, leaning against one of the cars, “You and Noora.”

Suddenly he stands still and looks me in the eyes, for the first time in what feels like weeks.

“Was it Chris that told you?” he asks, lowly.

“No, I heard the Penetrators talking about it. Chris just confirmed that you were sleeping together because I was totally freaking out.”

“S-sleeping together?!” he exclaims, “We – we haven’t even held hands!

“What?” I frown, “So you two didn’t-“

“No, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he shakes his head vigorously, pausing to take a deep breath, “But I do like her. A lot. Which is why I’ve been such an asshole. I felt really guilty about it and you were always by my side, being perfect-“ he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “And I didn’t deserve your kindness. Or your love.”

“It’s okay,” I sigh. It wasn’t, but I was tired of fighting with him.

“It’s not,” he says, taking my hands in his, “I’ve been such an asshole. I should’ve just told you how I felt,” he traces a finger down my cheek, wiping away a few tears, “Even after how I treated you last night, you’re standing here, not punching me in the face,” he chuckles, “Just listening to me – because you’re amazing.”

We stand in silence, listening to each others breathing. I’d always been so afraid of breaking up with William. Of letting his hand go. But I do it.

He looks down at it, tracing his thumb over his fingers, “So I guess this is it, we’re breaking up?”

“It’s probably for the best,” I say, “If you’d been an asshole to me any longer, we wouldn’t have been able to recover and stay friends.”

“So, you’ll still be my friend?” he asks. I rest a hand on his cheek, “Of course… with time.”

“And what about Chris? Are you still going to be his friend?” he asks, “I don’t know why he lied to you about Noora and I. Or why he kissed you. I never thought he’d do that to me,” William says, his jaw clenched.

He relaxes a little, his eyes focused on me, “Maybe he’s just crazy in love with you like I was. Remember how many fights I got into over you? Remember how you punched me in the face when I kissed you without asking?”

I nod, laughing.

“But you didn’t punch Chris,” he says sceptically, tugging a strand of my hair and winding it around his finger, “Which means…”

“Which means?” I raise a brow.

I already fucking knew what it meant, but something was very satisfying about watching William squirm to say it.

You like him,” he deadpans. I shrug, “He is terribly good looking.”

“Try terrible, full stop,” William scoffs.

“That’s not very nice,” Chris says, approaching us.

“Asshole,” William leers, slamming his shoulder into Chris as he walks off.

“Neither is that,” Chris says, rubbing his shoulder and watching William storm off.

He turns to me, “So did you two… talk?”

I nod, “We broke up.”

He inhales sharply, trying to conceal a small smile.

“About before,” he says, “I shouldn’t have kissed you, not like that, when you didn’t want to.”

“I did want to,” I say, “Just not while I was still together with William.”

You did… want to?” he raises a brow.

“I did,” I trail a finger down his chest, “But now…”

“But now?” he swallows hard.

“Now I don’t really want to be with someone who lies to me,” I say, quietly, looking into his eyes, “Why did you tell me they slept together?”

Chris sighs, letting his head hang, “I don’t know,” he slumps, “You were just there – looking all beautiful and sad. And I knew William was treating you like crap because he wanted to be with Noora but didn’t have the balls to end things with you – or because he loves you. And… I love you too and I saw a chance and took it.”

“You know that makes you an asshole, right?”

He nods and I hug him, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“You still like me though, right?” he asks, “You’ll still give me a second chance?”

“What makes you think that?” I ask.

He smirks, “You didn’t punch me in the face when I kissed you.”

it's a sign of the times; 478 words

Harry wakes to lips at his collarbone, not quite kissing, just lightly pressing against his skin.

“Someone’s up early.”

Harry feels Louis’s lips turn up into a smile. “I had a dream about you.” A real, smacking kiss lands on Harry’s chest. “Guess my body couldn’t wait to see you.”

Harry hums, pleased, and looks down at Louis. Louis meets his gaze, his blue eyes puffy from sleep, but still sparkling with fondness. Harry gives him a soft good morning peck.

“What was your dream about?” Harry asks, raising his right hand to bury his fingers in Louis’s soft, ruffled hair. Louis lays his head back down, letting out a contented breath at Harry’s touch.

“We were dancing,” he murmurs, “To Sign of the Times. You were a much better dancer in the dream than you are in real life, though.”

Harry chuckles. Louis is oh so sweet, but always up for teasing Harry a bit. They both fall silent for a few moments, basking in each other and the stillness of the morning.

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That Connection [2/?]

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Tech!Reader

Warning: Swearing, angst (come on guys it wouldn’t be me if there wasn’t a little drama in this) and umm sassy, witty, playful banter.

A/N: This is a spin off of Criminal Minds Penelope x Morgan relationship, only they end up together at the end. haha. There will only be like 5 or 6 parts to this at the most. Hope you enjoy, let me know if you want to be tagged.

You being the tech analysis for the Avengers, you’re at their call 24/7 specially when they take off on missions. You have a great relationship with the whole team, but the playful, witty banter you have with Steve is next level, your his favorite girl and he’s your blue eyed god. Little does he realize you’re harboring a deep, brooding love for him, now if only he returned the same feelings.

@mrskokitztelford   @geek13freak
@feelmyroarrrr   @liloscreativeadventures
@addictivewriter  @supermoonpanda
@sebbaevans   @travelwithwords
@barbrichards   @peppermint–teas
@cookaloo  @chrisevansthedoritobastard  
@holahellohialoha  @almightyunnie
@imamotherfuckingstar-lord  @iwillbeinmynest  
@letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked  @goodnightwife
@irepeldirt  @yourtropegirl
@bellejeunefillesansmerci  @buckyb-avengers
@winterboobaer  @mrhowardstark
@rileyloves5  @ria132love
@mystery94  @marvelfandom-stuff
@tequilavet   @demondeansdomme
@anyakinamidala @50shadesofyes
@sistasarah-sallysaidso @opaque-daydream
@samanthaneedsanap @valentino-and-vogue
@mrs-brxghtside @pato-el-cerdito
@wildestdreamsrps @captain-ros3ann3

Your heels click on the floor under you as you make your way down the office hallway, thumbs clicking away as you text, briefly looking up you see Nat, Wanda and Clint looking out from the meeting room. Quickly you enter through the side door.

“What are we staring at?” You don’t look up still texting away.

“Did you miss the show?” Clint asks with a small chuckle.

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A Mess- Mitch Marner

Originally posted by willynylanders

Ok so after some careful thought and a lot of how this should go, we’re just going to say… Enjoy!

Warning: A couple of cusses, fluff

@schmerbach201110 Request: A one where Mitch marner messes up proposing


              You honestly thought Mitch was going to pee his pants.

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Hospital AU

So this is a Percy Jackson AU head canon that I had in which they are all mortal and Percy and Annabeth went to school together when younger but never really talked.

  • Percy Jackson is walking down the street, going home.
  • He is listening to his headphones as he hears a scream so loud it overrides his music.
  • Wondering what it is he takes off his headphones and jogs towards the area from where he heard the scream.
  • He looks around and then sees someone running off from a girl who’s lying on the floor.
  • He gets closer and notices she is badly injured and heavily bleeding from her leg.
  • With a jolt he recognises her as Annabeth, an old friend from high school.
  • It is clear Annabeth was mugged and in the process of fighting back she got stabbed in the leg.
  • Members of the general public flock to the scene.
  • “Okay, everyone, stay calm,” Percy yells, taking charge of the situation.
  • He checks for dangers and decides it’s okay to approach. 
  • He checks for a response - “Hello, Annabeth,” he waves his hand above her eyes. "Can you hear me?” She nods weakly.
  • Slowly she loses consciousness.
  • “Okay,” Percy says, addressing a member of the public. “Call 911 and ask for an ambulance. She’s lost a lot of blood from a leg stab wound.”
  • Next he takes off his T-shirt and wraps it tightly around Annabeth’s leg wound. 
  • He checks her airways and ensures her breathing is okay, which it is.
  • Finally, he checks her circulation which is also okay, although she is losing a lot of blood.
  • With the T-shirt tightly wrapped around her leg, it is staunching some of the blood loss, but not enough.
  • All the while, Percy’s desperately trying to stay calm because he knows he needs to.
  • Finally, the ambulance arrives. The paramedics quickly deal with her and soon enough she is on her way to the hospital. 
  • Percy sighs in relief when it’s over. 
  • He searches his memory for stuff remembers about Annabeth.
  • He remembers that she is super clever, loves architecture and weirdly enough he remembers that she loves the flowers Azaleas.

*four days later*

  • Percy is in the reception of the hospital where he found out Annabeth was taken to.
  • He is holding a bunch of Azaleas and a card.
  • “Are you a friend or family?” the kind receptionist asks when he asks to see her.
  • “Uh, friend…”
  • He waits half an hour before being admitted through to go visit her.
  • She is unconscious but he feels like speaking because its awkward otherwise.
  • “Uh, I, brought you some flowers and a card – just wanted to check that you were all right.” He smiles, leaving the flowers and card by the bed and then walks towards the door.
  • “W-wait,” a weak voice calls.
  • Percy turns around and notices Annabeth is awake.
  • He smiles widely, “Oh, hey, uh, I just came to see how you were doing, after the…”
  • Annabeth smiles. “Yeah, thanks. They told me I would be in a pretty bad condition if not for you. So thank you.” She meets his eyes.
  • “I haven’t seen you in a while,” she comments. “How have you been?” 
  • “I’ve been good,” says Percy, smiling. “My mom’s fine, I’m fine. But how about you? How’s the leg?” 
  • “Much better, thanks. Can’t walk for another week at least though, the doctor said.” She sighs, slumping into her bed, and looking at the flowers.
  • “Ooh, these flowers are lovely! These are my favourite, how did you know?” Annabeth looks at him.
  • “Uh, lucky guess…?” Percy scratches his head.
  • “Thank you very much,” Annabeth gushes, glowing. “I can put them on my desk at my architecture firm.” 
  • Somehow Percy isn’t surprised she’s achieving her architecture dream.
  • She opens the card, softly and neatly opening it so she doesn’t rip it.
  • Dear Annabeth,

          Just wanted to say that I hope you get better soon,

          Love from,


  • “Thank you Percy,” Annabeth says, “I really appreciate you coming here.”
  • Percy nods. “I guess it gets pretty lonely here, huh?”
  • “And boring. Nothing to do all day, other than chat to the nurse. Had a few visitors, although none of them saved my life.” Her eyes pierce his and he realises how beautiful they are.
  • “Least I could do,” Percy mutters, blushing.
  • They stay there in silence for a bit, Percy looking around the room (but mostly at his shoes) and Annabeth at Percy.
  • The nurse pops her head through the door, “Sorry, I’ve got another visitor for you honey,” she says gently.
  • “Oh, yeah, sorry to keep you Annabeth, I’d best be going,” Percy mumbles as he leaves.
  • “No problem, nice meeting you again!” She smiles as he agrees under his breath and leaves the hospital in a flurry as he realises he is late for his mum. “I hope I’ll see you soon,” she calls out shyly as he leaves. 
  • He grins at that.
  • He visits every day and checks up on her until she’s released. Every time he brings a bouquet of her favourite flowers.
  • Percy wonders why they didn’t stay in touch after they left school.
  • He knows he’s not going to make the same mistake again.

*five years later*

  • Percy stands in the waiting room of the hospital again, pacing up and down, anxious as he waits in the queue to see the receptionist.
  • He is holding a bouquet of Azaleas.
  • “Are you a friend or family?” the familiar face of the receptionist asks when he asks to see her.
  • “Family,” he says firmly.
  • Then he walks in to see his wife and his new child.
Let Me Be Your Light ~Phan~

Oneshot. A blind fan meets Dan and Phil and asks them to describe each other, and confessions are made.
Rating: T- quite a few swears oops sorry
Warnings: Mild self-hate. Brief mention of cancer

You are the loveliest people omg xxx reviews are the food of love and I am peckish, so please tell me what you thought!

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How does Nora feel about femdom? (Asked by anon)
  • Nora, sitting with her team, a puzzled look on her face: I'm not sure what that is? Do you guys know?
  • Nora, after getting a collective shake of heads, stands up: Ah well, I'm gonna head off to the little girl's room. I'll ask Blake on my way back, maybe she'll know.
  • ~~~
  • Ren, sipping his tea while talking to his teammates: Mhm, Jaune you have gotten much better in your combat, though I still think you should get a little more mobi-
  • Nora, slamming a tight grip down onto Ren's shoulder, leaning into his ear: We need to
  • Jaune, watching Nora run off with Ren in tow: Ah...must be something about that thing she asked Blake, huh Pyrrha?
  • Pyrrha, holding onto her bright red cheek with one hand, the other holding her scroll, a lustful look on her face: Oh....oh my...
  • Jaune, raising an inquisitive eyebrow: Umm...Pyrrha?
Art Student AU

You’re a life model and I’m an artist, but a really slow one, could you maybe stick around so I can finish this brief please?

More Risace; I warned you I’ve got a lot of AUs sitting pretty in my head

Fuck Gramps.

The old bastard insists they go on to study higher education, attempting to strong arm them into becoming marines. 

As a member of the Whitebeard ‘Gang’, Ace had absolutely no intention of going to ‘study at a higher level’, but he’s not really been given much choice. So that’s why he’s studying something Garp would never approve of.


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C2E2 Day 2: Down with the LMDs! 

Season 4 Jemma Simmons: me

Daisy Johnson/Quake: @daisy-in-the-skye
LMD!Fitz: @centurionjones
Season 1 Jemma Simmons: Lily, 10, who did all of the blood makeup for the aftermath of our LMD battle!

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skip-supports-ships  asked:

Newt/Percival prompt- Percival needs glasses and Newt is loving the glasses look

One prompt coming right up, I hope you like it!:

For @realpercivalgraves and @skip-supports-ships

“Percival? Percival have you seen my-?” Newt’s words died right in his mouth as he stared at the sight before him.

Percival was sitting on the bed, a pair of glasses perched upon his nose as he read book under the dim light of the bulb. The older wizard looked up, quite confused at the way the magizoologist was currently staring at him. “What did you lose this time?”

He seemed to pause, sighing as he put the book down and took of his glasses. “Please tell me none of your beasts got out…”

“Hmm?” It was quite hard for Newt to concentrate for some reason. “Oh no, no. Not at all, all my creatures are accounted for. No it’s, it’s… How long have you been wearing glasses?”

“These things? For several years, though I only use them for reading. Why?”

“No- no reason…” Newt muttered, looking down at his hands. 

He clearly didn’t want to let on how much this was affecting him, and that in itself brought a delightful challenge with it for the older wizard.

Percival slowly rose from his bed, smirking as he slowly closed the distance between them. “Mr. Scamander…” he drawled, “I believe that you might be compromised.”


“Hmm,” Graves hummed, “If I didn’t know any better” he put his glasses back on “I’d say you have a thing for my glasses.”

Newt shook his head, “I wouldn’t-”

“Wouldn’t you?” Percival rested an arm against the wall as he leaned over the magizoologist, just a few more inches and their chests would touch… “Such a shame.”

The auror chuckled, leaning in to whisper into the Brit’s ear. “I do hope you find whatever it is you’re looking for, Newt.” He walked away, staring at a flustered brit over the rim of his glasses one last time before returning to his book.