too drunk to find a quote to go with it so sorry

Hello - Newt x Reader

Prompt: A little drabble! Soulmate AU where everyone is born with the first words their soulmate says to them tattooed on their wrist. Reader is completely fed up with her quest to find her soulmate, as the only hint she has is the incredibly vague black letters that have always been stamped across her wrist.

Warnings: Swearing, bullying, use of alcohol, harassment and unwanted advances

God, you hated your soulmate tattoo.

What sort of a soulmate tattoo was “hello”? You had detested it your entire life. What vague-ass higher power had decided when they gave you your tattoo to stop at “hello”? How would you know for sure when you met your soulmate? Couldn’t they have elaborated a little bit? Just a few more words? A proper sentence that you could actually recognize your soulmate with? But no, you were stuck with the most common greeting in the English language tattooed permanently into your skin. Hello. What absolute bullshit.

Every time someone greeted you with that simple phrase, your eyes would narrow, you would square your shoulders, and you would spit back the most distinct and unmistakable response you possibly could. You were not going to be the soulmate couple that had “hello” on both of your wrists. Your lucky, lucky soulmate probably had something ridiculous, like “Whatever you say,” or “Did you know that a hippopotamus’s sweat is red?” because you absolutely had to stand out, and you made sure that your replies to “hello” always did. There was no other way to be sure that anyone and everyone who said “hello” to you wasn’t your soulmate.

What a useless tattoo.

All throughout your school years at Ilvermorny, you were completely embarrassed to show people your tattoo. Unfortunately, when your classmates found out, they had great fun sending people you had never spoken to before up to say “hello” to you.

Your reaction was always hilarious, so they kept doing it. Your responses ranged from “Go fuck yourself,” to “Nice try guys, but I’ve already spoken with her before,” to straight up punching one student right in the jaw when he got a little too friendly with his hands as he delivered his “hello”.

You started to feel a little bad for your actual soulmate as your replies increased in hostility. They probably had a particularly colorful quote of yours. “Go to hell,” perhaps, or maybe “Who the fuck put you up to it this time?”

When you graduated, your defensive nature had thankfully melted a little. You had switched to solely offering people fun animal facts whenever they said “hello” to you, and it was far less stressful. “Seahorse mates hold each other’s tails so they don’t lose each other,” was a favorite of yours, as was “Cows have best friends.”

One evening, you were at a bar with your roommates Queenie and Tina, and you were in no mood for advances from anyone. You had decided to date, as many people with soulmates do, just to pass time while you waited for your soulmate to arrive, but your recent significant other had found their soulmate and left you in the dust. It was incredibly depressing, and you just really wanted a drink.

A man waltzed up to you, sliding into the chair beside you and offering a hand to shake. “Hello,” he said with a grin. You looked over at him, as annoyed as you were drunk, and reached out to flip his arm over and look at his wrist.

“Alright, let’s get this over with I’m not in the mood to think of a fun fact,” you grumbled, pulling back his sleeve to look at his wrist.

It wasn’t really with disappointment that you read the words “I’m so sorry I ran over your dog,” in black ink on his wrist, and you patted his hand drunkenly.

“Good luck with that one, buddy,” you slurred, getting to your feet and heading toward the door. He blinked after you, bewildered, and then returned to his drink.

Such was a usual encounter for you, and by the time Tina dragged a certain magizooligist into your home, you were sick and tired of your goddamn animal facts.

“Queenie, (y/n)!” Tina called out to you. You peeked your head around the corner where you were helping Queenie mend dresses, and you saw with a pang of confusion that Tina had brought two men along with her.

Queenie voiced your amazement, grinning and chirping “Teenie! You brought men home!”

You approached your friend, not bothering with the fact that you were clad in only a slip, and you blinked at her in disbelief. “Who are they?”

“This is a no-maj, and this is Mr. Scamander. He’s responsible for his injuries,” Tina said wearily, pointing her finger at the sweaty, overwhelmed man who offered you a disoriented half-smile before fixing his gaze back on Queenie, who giggled.

Mr. Scamander gave you a little wave. “Hello,” he said.

You let out a slow puff of air, your frustration resurfacing as your hand shot forward to grab his wrist. “Merlin’s Beard, just show me the goddamn tattoo,” you grumbled without thinking. You were in total shock when you slipped his sleeve back and found yourself face-to-face with your own words.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, and he looked just as startled. A hush fell over the room, and you felt your face grow hot. “Sorry about that,” you mumbled apologetically, unable to drop your gaze from his.

“That’s quite alright,” he said softly, his lips twitching upward in a small smile. “It’s quite the conversation piece,” he teased, and you found yourself chuckling.

“You had better be worth all the trouble my ridiculous tattoo has caused,” you teased back. The other three people in the room were watching the two of you, completely taken aback.

“I think for the most part people usually find me to be more trouble than I am worth,” he confessed, his eyes sparkling.

You dropped his hand at last, your face red and your heart pounding with embarrassment. “We’ll see about that,”

This is such a silly idea but I had to write it down so here u go

def not my best work but I hope u enjoy!! I literally didn’t even proofread this so it’s probs full of errors and bad transitions but pls enjoy this dumb little drabble!! (two fics in two days, who am I and what have I done with puk)

Caught (Spencer Reid x Reader)

One shot request for @damhunterofartemis! “Spencer has a girlfriend and the team doesn’t know about her until they catch him kissing her.” Un-beta’d! 
Requests are still open! :) 


“Honestly, Boy Wonder, you should come out with us tonight. You need to meet someone,” Penelope said as she was scurrying around in her heels, grabbing her purse and outfit change. She, JJ, and Emily extended the Girls Night invite out to the rest of the team.

“Garcia, I appreciate the offer but trust me, I’m fine.” Spencer said, rejecting yet another invite which was met with a pout from the blonde.

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Punk (Chap. 1)

Originally posted by in-perfectenschlag

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 1871

Warnings: Cursing, low-self esteem, chubby!reader x bucky, idk….

A/N:  So this is what I work on when I get blocked writing Nobody.  It’s supposed to be angsty and funny and fluffy (maybe a tad naughty at some point idk).  I hope you enjoy the first part!



“Morning, sunshine,” Tony greeted you as you slogged into the kitchen with a scowl.  Your (Y/H/C) was sticking up in random, knotted directions from tossing and turning all night, and dark bags hung under your puffy (Y/E/C) eyes.  

“Uhnnngg,” you groaned as you poured yourself a sizeable cup of coffee.  Tony was one of those ‘happy morning people’.  You hated him.  And his stupid face.  But his coffee was good so you let him live.

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who’s scruffy looking?

in which clarke has ~a thing~ for bellamy’s beard

happy late birthday to @prosciuttoe​; sorry this isn’t furry enough for you 🌚

wc: 4 951
rated m | read on ao3

As with most things, Raven is partially to blame.

(“I don’t understand why you’re also blaming me ,” mutters Miller mulishly, “ She’s the one who made the bet with him. I had nothing to do with their bullshit ideas.”

“You spurred them on,” says Clarke, and he rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny it.)

It starts when Miller returns from vacationing with his dad up in the mountains sporting a full beard.

His beard isn’t really anything new to them- normally he just errs on the side of scruffy, but has been known to grow it out once in a while, especially back when they were in college- so there’s just the general ribbing and maybe one or two pointed comments dropped by Monty before they ignore it.

And then Bellamy gets drunk.

Bellamy doesn’t usually get drunk when they go out; in fact he’s usually the one still annoyingly sober while they do stupid shit like climbing up on the tables or trying to rewire the jukebox. But it is the start of summer break and all his AP students passed their exams so if there was an occasion for overdoing the celebratory drinking, this would be it.

Drunken Bellamy is even sort of cute, far more tactile and vocal about his affection. Which is why it’s no surprise that as the night wears on, they find him gently stroking Miller’s cheek murmuring all sorts of nonsense while Miller looks three seconds away from throttling him. Clarke sneaks a picture. She’s totally going to use this in a mood board when his birthday comes around.

“I’m so jealous of your beard,” he slurs, just a little, and Miller slaps his fingers away. “I’ve always wanted a beard.”

“I don’t know if you’ve realised this,” says Raven, dropping in from seemingly out of nowhere, “But you’ve got all the components you need to grow a beard, Blake.”

Miller snorts at the exact same moment Bellamy’s face falls. “Yeah, no. Theoretically he might have them but trust me on this. Blake is as bare faced as they come.”

Raven’s eyes practically light up at that and her head snaps back to look at him. “You can’t grow a beard?” she asks delightedly.

“Of course I can grow a beard,” he grumbles.

“Then how come we’ve never seen you with one?”

“Because it’s uncomfortable .”

“Uh huh, sure. That’s why.” She lifts an eyebrow. “I bet you can’t grow a full beard like Miller’s before the month’s up.”

“Easiest fucking bet you’ve ever made, Reyes,” says Miller, and Bellamy elbows him in the ribs.

“I can totally grow a beard in the next three weeks,” he protests. “I don’t need to prove that to you.”

“Methinks the man doth protests too much,” she says in a sing-song voice, and his scowl deepens.

“I’m not protesting. And that’s not the quote.”

“Come on,” she wheedles, “Fifty bucks says you can’t.”

He glowers at her for one last moment before finally caving. “Fine,” he sighs, sticking his hand out for her to shake. She does so rather enthusiastically and Clarke already knows that this is going to be a disaster. “I’ll take your stupid bet.”

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DQW: Lilo and Stitch

Disney Quote Writing

Request: “Hello!!! I was wondering if I could request a Spencer Reid x Reader imagine with the lilo and stitch quote about about how lilo read nanis diary and tells the guy Nani likes about it? I can’t give u the direct quote ATM😂😂😂 THANKS AND I LOVE THIS DISNEY QUOTED THINGS” - @kzizzle1905 

“Number 3 from lilo and stitch with Spencer Reid where the readers friend/roommate is talking to Reid and he says he doesnt think the reader likes him??????” - anon

Quote: “Don’t worry. She likes your butt and your fancy hair. I know, I read her diary.” -Lilo

(A/N): I am so happy I got a request for this! I thought everyone just ignored it ;). I’m happy to work on this, it works really relaxing. So, thank you for your request! 

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

Y/n sighted as she ran a hand through her damp hair, glancing over at Sophie. Sophie wiggled her eyebrows and smirked. 

“No, I am not ‘trying to have sex’ with Spencer.” 

“Come on, don’t lie! He is super hot and smart. I bet he’s good in bed.” Her smirk reformed. “Besides, I know you like him.” Y/n raised an eyebrow, she couldn’t know. 

“You haven’t even met him.” Sophie shrugged. 

“I know you do, you think he is hot.” Y/n chuckled and shook her head. However, a knock on the door prevented her from answering. Y/n gave Sophie a look before getting up. She knew it had to be the food. But it was Spencer. A blush rose to her cheeks. 

“Hello, come in.” Spencer smiled awkwardly when he noticed he was early. 

“Just get the food, God damnit!” Sophie shouted. Y/n could hear her getting closer. When her head poked around the corner, she grinned. 

“Oh, it’s the famous Spencer.” She stepped in the hall. “I’m Sophie. I’m sure you’ve heard a lot about me.” 

“I actually haven’t.” Y/n shoved Spencer. Sophie looked at Y/n. 

“Well, in that case I have to tell you a lot. Y/n, go fix your hair. And your clothes. You look like a garbage can.” Spencer looked weirdly at Sophie, he was about to tell her she couldn’t really look like a garbage can. Y/n chuckled, knowing what he wanted to say. 

“Come on, Spencer. Let the lady dress herself properly and brush her hair or something. We need to talk.” Sophie was a really social and talkative girl, Y:n wondered if Spencer could handle her. 

Sophie had already grabbed Spencers wrist, something Y/n was sure that made him uncomfortable. However, he didn’t say anything and followed the wave of jumping, short, blonde hair. Y/n followed them, just to go to the bathroom. 

“So, Spencer. Tell me, what are your plans for today?” Sophie asked as she placed down a glass of water for him. 

“Didn’t she tell you? JJ’s surprise party. It’s at the beach, so we will have to drive a little bit longer.” Sophie smiled. 

“That sounds fun.” She waited for a few seconds and grinned, leaning in. “Now, tell me, what do you think of Y/n?” Spencer grew red, and Sophie didn’t seem to notice that. 

“She is kind and really good at her job.” Spencer stuttered, leaning a little bit back. 

“Is that everything?” 

“No, she is funny and has more water in her blood than the average person.” Spencer followed. Sophie giggled. 

“How do you know that?” She shook her head. “Never mind. But funny? She isn’t funny.” Spencer shrugged. 

“Sometimes she is.” Sophie grinned. 

“You like her, don’t you.” She didn’t even ask it, she just knew. 

“It doesn’t matter. She probably doesn’t like me.” Sophie grinned and leaned back in her chair. 

“Don’t worry. She likes you butt and fancy hair. I know, I read her diary.” Sophie winked as Spencers eyes grew wide. 

Before he could answer, a smirking Y/n stood in the door opening. Her hair fell natural and her eyes were defined by light make-up. Her lips were vibrant red, something that fit well with her black dress and just as red shoes. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long, I’m ready now.” The smirk changed into a smile when her eyes shifted to Spencer. She took her small bag and nodded. 

“I am ready to go.” Sophie patted Spencers shoulder. 

“Good to meet you. Enjoy the party.” She smirked at Y/n. “And you, be a good girl, okay?” Y/n rolled her eyes and blew a kiss to Sophie. 

“Whatever you say.” 


Spencer was driving, since he knew the way. He felt slightly awkward, knowing Y/n liked him, but she had never given him hints, her body language never really changed. 

“Why are you so quiet?” Y/n asked. When Spencer glanced at her, he saw the smile that made his knees weak. 

“Just thinking about the party.” Spencer was a pretty good liar, but he knew Y/n was a profiler, and he suspected she knew he was lying. 

“Right. Well, can we make this less awkward, please?” She chuckled. “I’ll put on some music.” She took her phone out her bag and grinned widely as she pressed the play button. Spencer chuckled when he heard the disney song. He shook his head. 

“I thought you were supposed to be an adult, grown up and stuff.” Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“Like you are. Liar.” She grinned. “Besides, something needs to be fun this ride.” 


The party was really going, drinks were spilled everywhere, people were getting drunker with the minute. Y/n felt herself loosening up as she danced. She was getting really drunk. 

“Spencer!” She called out over hiccups. “Come dance with me!” Spencer himself was pretty drunk, too. He didn’t understand why, since it was supposed to be a classy party. Things went wrong when Derek gave JJ a whole lot of booze. 

Spencer moved to Y/n. “You know I can’t dance.” 

“Do I look like I care?” She grinned as she started to move her body, tugging Spencers arm, making him at least move a little bit. “Work that fine ass!” She laughed, the filter over her mouth gone. Spencer blushed. 

“Fine ass?” 

“Don’t act like you didn’t know that.” 

“Do you think my hair looks fancy, too?” He grinned, loosening up, the alcohol taking over. 

“How do you know?” Y/n sounded surprised as she danced a little bit less aggressive. 

“I talked to Sophie, and she can read.” 

Y/n blushed and stopped dancing. “Oh gosh, she didn’t.” Spencer smiled. 

“Yes she did. But I don’t mind.” He whispered, leaning in. Y/n giggled. 

“Why don’t you show me, then?” For once, the no filter worked in her advantage. Spencer did. He led her away from the improvised dance floor. 

“Now, what do you want me to show you?” Y/n smirked, taking the lead. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him a closer, his ear by her lips. 

“Why don’t we start with some lip action?” She whispered, pulling back and slamming her lips against his. He didn’t gasp in surprise, like she had expected, he grabbed her face and let a hand run through her hair. Y/n lost control when Spencer lightly grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth. A moan left her lips, her knees felt weak and she almost fell. Spencer seemed to notice, and not breaking the kiss, he pulled her waist closer to his body. 

Both of them were short of breath when they pulled away. 

“You know, I didn’t expect that.” Spencer breathed. They both felt much more sober now. 

“I hope it was better.” She mumbled, pulling him in for another kiss. 

So sometimes, it is good to read someones diary and tell. Sometimes being drunk ends good. And sometimes roommates can be a pain in the butt. But in the end, love finds it way. 

I Object

Pairing: Richard Speight Jr x Reader
Word count: 1,631
Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of a lost pregnancy.
Written for my 2,000 Followers Celebration
Requested by: @bloodstained-porcelain-doll. Prompt: Objection At Wedding / Quote: “I haven’t been myself lately but I love you.“

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Goldilocks || 02

Rated T (language and suggestive themes)

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“What…? This can’t POSSIBLY be bad,” he purrs, “It’ll give you an excuse to come sleep with me.”

Link to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous Part || Next Part

not my photograph, credit to owner

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The room floods with darkness as you turn off the light, the same irrational thought going through your mind on replay.

Jungkook can’t catch you if he can’t see you.

“Wait,” his confused response is probably (hopefully) just instinctive, and you can hear him stumble around, falling off of the couch, kicking the coffee table.

Of course, you plan on doing anything BUT waiting. So, panic flooding your system, you attempt to find the doorknob in complete darkness, the storm outside letting no light through the windows.

With each second you spend groping the wall, Jungkook gets closer.

Heart hammering, your fingers find the cold metal and a rush of relief pulses through you… only to be torn away as you realize you locked the deadbolt.

The lights flick back on and your attention lingers on the boy poised at the switch just long enough to scramble underneath him, give his body a good shove, and physically INSIST that the lights STAY out.

Just the thought of seeing him, meeting his gaze, sends prickles across the back of your neck. TOUCHING him is another story. Jungkook, even in your brief contact, feels warm and solid and like a fucking BOULDER.

Not knowing what else to do, still unable to see, you make a break for the bathroom and lock yourself inside.

Before you pushed him, Jungkook had tried to talk to you, but his words fell on deaf ears, the panic too thick, your heartbeat too loud. Maybe he had been trying to reassure you. Maybe he had been trying to apologize for spilling his drink on your dress. Or maybe he simply wanted to yell at you for having slapped him afterward.

Whatever the case, the only thing you catch is an exasperated, “Well fine. Fucking be that way.”

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He Overheard

Originally posted by deeepsleep

Prompt: “could you please do a Bones/Reader where it’s like, one night you drunkenly confessed to Jim that you have a sort of ‘doctor kink’ (or he finds out somehow about it) so whenever Bones is near you, Jim is all smirk-y and giggly, but Bones just usually passes it off 'cause it’s just Jim, but eventually Jim can’t hold his tongue and he tells Bones and he gets all blushy 'cause he likes you, so Jim cooks up a plan for you two to get together? haha sorry it’s long but I looove your writing so much xx”

Pairing: Bones x reader

Warnings: language

Words: 2096

A/N: Sorry this is a little late, y’all. Moving has been really stressful and it’s eaten a lot of my time lately. Thank God for my tireless Beta, who puts up with me incessantly asking questions and sending her things late, as well as yelling at me when things aren’t quite up to par. <3  


Ladies night. It had taken so long to actually get everyone together, but finally, you and Uhura had managed to wrangle a few other women from the bridge, the medbay, and engineering to have a night of fun when the ship was docked. Christine Chapel from down in medbay had gone on a supply run, while you and Uhura prepared your living space for several more occupants than it should have. You’d decided that keeping it on ship would be easier, as you’d have fewer unwelcome guests at your shindig.

“That should just about do it!” Uhura says, tossing another pillow in the corner to complete the last seat around your low table.

“Finally, now we just need Christine to get back with the…” You’re cut off by the door opening, and Christine appears in the doorway, arms full of bottles.

“A little help?” She gestures her head towards one of the bottles that’s about to fall. You rush to her, snagging it before it can drop and you take a few other bottles out of her arms. Grinning, you set the bottles and glasses up, chatting with Christine and Uhura until the other women arrive.

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*.:。♦ ⋅ ⋆ — VERSE NAMES - LYRIC EDITION.

in celebration of reaching a huge milestone for this blog and museinspo’s first birthday, under the cut you’ll find 229 quotes that can be used for verse and otp tags. they’ve been categorised into different ship types ( eg. general ships, long distance, toxic, fwb, exes, and many more ) so some quotes may appear under more than one category. i do, however, recommend checking out all the categories !! they were simply listed by my own interpretation and definitely aren’t limited to a certain ship type in the slightest. the pronouns used are simply what was in the original line but can obviously be changed to fit your ship. depending on personal preference, some may be a little too long but can be shortened down pretty easily. i believe that covers it all !! if you find this useful, please do like and/or reblog ! thank you for supporting this blog so much and i hope you enjoy !

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Won't Happen Again : Epilogue to Chicago Med 2x17

Jay spotted him slumped over a beer in the far back booth. It was one of the rare occasions he felt sorry for the guy. But he was sure today had been a tough one for him so when he’d called and asked Jay to meet him for a beer Jay didn’t hesitate to agree.

Jay stopped briefly at the bar to greet a few friends and order a beer before making his way to the back of the bar. He plunked his beer on the table and sat on the stool across from his brother.

“Hey, how you holding up?” Jay asked Will.

Will raised his head and gave a forced smile as his answer. “Hey, thanks for meeting me.”

“Of course,” Jay nodded.

They sipped their beer in silence, both casually scanning the bar, watching the patrons laugh and drink their daily stress away.

“You okay?” Jay asked after a few minutes. Will was the talkative one of the two and his lengthy silence had Jay concerned.

“Do you know that most doctors consider suicide at some point during their residency?” Will asked, still shocked by this fact.

Jay’s back straightened, his eyes inspected Will looking for signs his big brother was sending him distress signals.

Will raised his hand. “I’m fine. But that’s just it. It never occurred to me. I never got to that place. I had no idea so many residents struggled like that.” He took a swig of his beer. “I don’t know, maybe it’s the Halstead genes. Push everything down, don’t feel too much and sure as hell don’t talk about your feelings.” He laughed bitterly. “Can you imagine what dad would say if he walked in here right now? The names he’d call us?”

Jay snorted and took swig of beer.

“And now we have these women in our lives, wanna talk about feelings all the damn time,” Will moaned.

“Speak for yourself,” Jay said flatly. “Erin’s harder to crack then a damn bank vault.”

“I don’t know man, the way that girl’s eyes light up whenever someone says your name, she can’t hide those feelings,” Will teased.

Jay smirked confidently, “Well, I mean when you’ve got the best,” he bragged.

Will laughed shaking his head, “Shut up.”

“Seems to me you’re the one who’s got all kinds of feelings to work out,” Jay teased, putting air quotes around the word feelings.

“What are you talking about?”

“Dude, you’re living with one girl and can’t shut up about another,” Jay observed.

“That’s not true!” Will said defensively.

“No? Nat this, Nat that, all the damn time,” Jay mocked. “Nina’s gonna catch on soon and you’re gonna find yourself homeless,” Jay warned. “And don’t,” he continued raising his finger and pointing at Will, “even consider crashing on my couch. No way am am I dealing with you and Erin first thing in the morning.”

“Not much of a morning person is she?” Will asked laughing, avoiding Jay’s comments about Natalie.

“You have no idea,” Jay laughed but there was something in his eyes that told Will Jay was perfectly content to deal with Erin’s grumpy moods.

Will laughed too. He’d never seen Jay like this before. His dark brooding little brother, who would rather hide in his room than deal with the world and then later ran away to war so he wouldn’t have to deal with his own demons only to be saddled with even more demons, seemed more settled and more at peace these days, happy even. He’d had his doubts about Erin, especially after she dropped into a self destructive spiral without concern that she’d gutted Jay, but clearly she had got her shit together and was helping him carry his load.

“Hey, where’d you go?” Jay asked, drawing Will’s attention back.

Will second guessed himself for a moment before speaking, but after today he knew he just needed to say what was on his mind. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when we were kids and after… after you got home. And I’m sorry you had to deal with dad on your own when mom died,” he blurted out.

Jay didn’t respond at first, just took a swig of beer and swallowed, grimacing like the liquid burned going down. “It the past man,” he said, waving off Will’s apology.

“Well, it won’t happen again. You need anything…”

“I’m good, but thanks. Besides you called me remember?” Jay said interrupting Will.

“Yeah, I did,” Will nodded. The silence stretched between them again before Will grew impatient with his own mood. “Okay enough of this, you see the Sox game last night? Quintana pitched like shit!”

“It’s only spring training,” Jay reasoned.

Will and Jay argued baseball and drank beer after beer until a petite brunette placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

“I don’t know why you waste your breath, the Cubs are gonna kick their asses again anyway,” Erin announced amused.

“Erin! What are you doing here babe, thought you were having dinner with a friend tonight,” Jay asked as he leaned over to kiss her.

“I was, that was hours ago and then I got a call from the bar owner,” she said thumbing in Herman’s direction, “ said there were two rowdy Irish boys disturbing the peace and drinking all his beer,” she laughed. “Poor man wants to close up and go home.”

Jay and Will looked around the now empty bar then at each other and laughed drunkenly. They had lost track of time and closed the bar down.

“Hermann!” Will called, “since when you shy about kicking people out?”

Hermann laughed as he walked over to them. “Since never, but I know you had a rough day, figured I’d bend the rules a bit for you.”

“Well I appreciate that,” Will said slightly slurred, “but you didn’t have to call us a chaperone. We know how to hail cabs.”

“Eh,” Hermann shrugged. “I’ll sleep better knowing you two goons aren’t out inflicting your enthusiasm for the Sox on the rest of this fine city. No one deserves that.” He said in mock seriousness while walking them to the door.

Will flung his arm around Erin’s shoulder. “Lindsay, I like you,” Will announced, “even if you are a Cubs fan.”

Erin laughed up at him and shook her head. When drunk the Halstead boys thought the were even more charming.

“Hey,” Jay called a step behind them. “That’s my girl you got your grubby hands on.” He moaned.

“Relax Halstead, I ain’t trying to steal your girl,” Will mocked as he pulled Erin closer to his side, knowing it would fuel Jay’s fire.

Erin rolled her eyes, it was gonna be a long drive getting these two home.

The Accident Part 7

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Fandom: Riverdale

Ship: Jughead x Reader

Characters: Jughead, Betty, Veronica

Warnings: Mild panic attack; mentions of the car accident; major fluff

Side note - there’s been a real Shakespeare theme with these lately and I’m blaming it on the fact that I’m a total Shakespeare nerd #sorrynotsorry

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He murmured, “Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight, for I never saw true beauty till this night,” quoting the very play we were watching. The line caused you to blush, knowing what it mean. You couldn’t tell if he meant to say it out loud or think it, but he didn’t seem to notice, and this was just one more thing you found to love about Jughead Jones.

It had been a week since you had shared your first kiss with Jughead. Since then, you two were practically inseparable. Your dad let Jughead stay in the guest bedroom most nights because he suspected something about his home situation. You had seen Archie around school and at lunch, but he made no efforts to talk to you. In the afternoons, you spent time with either Betty and Veronica talking about the hardships and trials of love, or at Pop’s with Jug. Today happened to be a day with B and V before some jock’s party started - you refused to go, but even so the two girls convinced you to help them get ready. 

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Perfect (Part 2)

Originally posted by prettylittlelarrie

request: Could you maybe make a part 2 of perfect were y/n does find someone and Harry regrets not fighting for her and giving up. Maybe like a happy ending??

i’m so glad people liked “perfect” enough to want a part two, here it is i hope you guys like it x (here’s part one in case you want to read it)

“Raine, stop messing in my flowers!” Gemma called out from the back porch, her and I laughing at how Raine quickly scampered away from the flower bed and started playing with a stick instead.

“I’m sorry, Gem. If he messed them up I’ll get you new ones.” I offered.

She waved me off. “Don’t worry about it, (y/n). I’ve been slacking on taking care of them anyways, so if he did it’s totally fine. They’re probably almost dead anyways.”

We were on Gemma’s back porch, drinking tea and enjoying the unusually nice London weather, watching Raine play in the yard.

“It’s still blows my mind how fast he’s grown,” I shook my head slowly. “I swear I could pick him up, like, a couple weeks ago.”

Gemma chuckled. “That was two months ago, before you came here. Since you’ve been here, he’s been huge.”

I laughed too, then sighed. It got quiet, then Gemma spoke up after a while.

“How long has it been?” She asked me.

“We haven’t talked in months,” I told her. “It’s not like it matters, anyways.”

She looked at me. “Why doesn’t it?”

“Gem, I’ve moved on. I’m with Beau now.” I shrugged.

She sighed. “You told Harry you’d always love him. Loving him includes caring enough to check on him every once in a while.”

“I know, but do you really think it’s fair to Beau for me to always be checking up on my ex? Because I don’t think it is,” I countered.

We were interrupted when we heard someone come into the house. I turned to see Beau walking out towards us.

“Hey, babe,” I smiled as he leaned down kissed me.

“Hey, what are you guys up to?” He asked.

“Just waiting on Michal to come back with lunch.” Gemma answered.

“Ah, gotcha.” He said, sitting in the chair next to me.

I grabbed his hand, interlacing our fingers. “So, how’d the meeting go?”

“It went great,” He grinned. “We start filming the movie in a month.”

“That’s awesome, I’m so happy for you,” I returned his smile.

“Thanks, I can’t wait for you–”

Raine barked, looking at Beau expectingly.

“Ah, looks like Raine wants me to go play,” He chuckled, standing up and kissing my cheek. He ran over and kneeled down in front of Raine, and Raine all but tackled him onto the ground.

I couldn’t help but smile. Beau was so good with Raine, and he was such a sweet guy. We’d been together for almost half a year, and ever since we got together I’ve been very happy. At one point, I felt like Harry was the one for me. But now, I realize that Beau is. With him, I don’t have to worry if he’s going to go get drunk and cheat on me. He rarely drinks, and if he does he’s always with me. He’s open and honest, and he tells me everything he’s thinking. Harry kept things to himself most of the time, so when he had a lot on his mind I could tell, because he wouldn’t open up to me and would avoid talking too much.

I did feel bad about not talking to him in a while, but when you’re in a relationship, keeping tabs on your ex isn’t something you’re supposed to do. So I chose not to.

Gemma and I watched as Beau and Raine ran around the yard, chasing after each other, when I heard a voice I didn’t expect to hear at all.

“Gem?” Harry called from inside the house.

My eyes got wide as I looked at Gemma, her shrugging as if she was saying she didn’t expect him to come. Eventually he came out to the back porch, getting wide eyes as well when he saw me sitting there.

“Oh, (y/n), I didn’t expect to see you here.” He said awkwardly.

I laughed slightly. “Yeah, I could say the same thing to you.”

“Not to be rude or anything, but why are you here?” Gemma questioned.

He shrugged. “Just coming by to visit,”

Beau and Raine ran onto the porch, Raine rubbing his face on Beau’s leg as if to tell him to pet him. Beau obliged.

Harry looked between them and I, a sad look appearing on his face.

“It’s nice to meet you man,” Beau held out his hand to him, “I’m Beau, Beau Mirchoff.”

Harry shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, too. I see you’ve, uh, gotten close to Raine.”

Beau smiled, patting Raine’s head. “Yeah, you become really close in six months.”

Harry smiled at me sadly, messing with his hair. “Wow, six months…”

“Please don’t do this,” I pleaded.

Beau gave us a questioning look. “Did I miss something?”

“No,” I shook my head. “Harry, you told me to find someone better. Why are you acting surprised that I did?”

Harry chuckled sourly. “Ouch,”

I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t mean it as an insult.”

“Right,” He nodded.

“But she wasn’t wrong,” Beau spoke up, catching everyone’s attention.

Harry glared at him. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, technically I am better for (y/n).” Beau said firmly. “I’d never even dream of cheating on her like you did. And, if I remember correctly, she told me I make her the happiest she’s been in a long time, so.”

Harry chuckled smugly. “Really? Well, I made her happy for almost three years. And, quite frankly, I doubt you’ll be together a month or two from now.”

“How the hell would you know?” Beau glared. “I think we’ll be together for a very long time, considering I’m not an insecure, borderline alcoholic like you, who knows he’s not good enough for anyone, especially (y/n).”

“Enough!” I yelled. “Shut the hell up, both of you. Beau, you don’t have to stoop to his level, everyone knows you’re better than him anyway.” I stood up, walking over to hug Gemma. “I’m so sorry, we’ll have to do lunch another time, okay?”

“Alright,” She nodded.

“Beau, Raine, lets go,” I said, about to walk past Harry.

“So, you’re just going to treat me as if we don’t have past?” Harry questioned.

I looked at him. “Yes, Harry, because you insulted my boyfriend and our relationship just because you’re bitter and alone. And our past wasn’t exactly great, so I think you’d prefer me to treat you this way instead of based on that.”

And with that, we left.

Niall, Selena, Beau, and I arrived at Niall’s album release party, walking into the building as cameras flashed in our faces. I sighed in relief as we made it inside, Beau chuckling at me.

“You’ve been famous for how long now?” He teased.

I rolled my eyes. “You know just as well as we do that you never get used to it.”

We followed the bodyguards through the double doors and into the main room, seeing that it was filled to the brim with people already. And the room wasn’t small either. As we made our way through the crowd, people said their hellos to us. Selena, Beau and I stood off to the side of the stage, Niall going up after someone introduced him. Everyone applauded him as he did so, a big smile appearing on his face as he stepped up to the podium.

“First of all, I want to thank all of you for comin’,” Niall spoke into the microphone. “This is a big night for me, as this is when all of my hard work, as well as everyone who helped me’s hard work pays off. I, uh, I put my all into this album and I’m thrilled that everyone gets to finally hear it. This is a big change from what I’m used to. If this was a couple years ago, I’d have three other lads up here with me. Who are all here, by the way.”

Everyone laughed, except for me. My heart dropped knowing that Harry was here. The last time I saw him didn’t end so well, and I didn’t want to run into him and risk ruining Niall’s big night because Harry and Beau might get into another argument.

We would just have to avoid him.

“But tonight, I stand up here on my own. And though it’ll still take some getting used to for me, I think it’s a good thing. I may miss being a part of something that was bigger than just the four or five of us, but now I’m ready to be a part of something bigger than myself. And, to quote a much younger me that had no idea what the next years would have in store, I hope it all works out. Thank you.”

Everyone applauded Niall, many of whom had wiped away a tear or two. I almost cried myself, being so proud of him and how far he had come, and how far he’d go.

He got down from the stage, hugging each of us. “I’m so glad I got to have you guys here with me for this.”

“We are so proud of you, you have no idea.” Selena teared up as she hugged him again.

Niall laughed as he pulled away. “No more cryin’, we’re supposed to be celebratin’.”

We all got drinks, Niall and Selena going off to mingle with people.

“So, what do we do if your ex tries to start shit with us?” Beau asked me.

I exhaled. “He can’t start shit with us if we avoid him.”

“You have a fair point,” He chuckled, kissing my head.

As if on cue, the one person we didn’t want to see walked up to us.

“Hey,” Harry said awkwardly.

“Look, we’re not going to let anything ruin Niall’s night. So just back off, alright?” Beau warned.

Harry put his hands up in defense. “I don’t want tonight to get ruined either. I was just going to ask if I could talk to (y/n). Alone.”

I looked at him in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Do you really think I’m going to let you talk to my girlfriend alone after how things went the last time?” Beau said incredulously. “Absolutely not,”

Harry sighed. “Just hear me out… I just feel an apology is due.”

“More like way overdue,” I muttered.

He gestured to me. “Very true,”

Beau hesitated, then rolled his eyes as he sighed. “Fine, whatever. But I’m keeping an eye on you, you got it?”

Harry put his hands back up. “I got it, mate.”

I followed Harry as he walked to the bar, both of us sitting on stools.

“Like I said, I owe you an apology,” Harry started. “I shouldn’t have started anything with Beau last time, and I’m sorry that I did. I’m also sorry for being bitter and not seeing how much better he is for you than I was. You look so happy with him, and I did tell you to find someone better, so I was out of line for doing what I did. But I couldn’t help but feel jealous and angry… because all I could think of is how you wanted me to fight for you, and I didn’t. And now that you’ve moved on, it’s too late. I’ve lost you, and all I can do is just hope that no one will ever break your heart the way I did. …So, yeah, I apologize. To both of you.”

I sighed. “I accept your apology. But, I also apologize. I shouldn’t have let Beau call you names or have treated you the way I did. I should’ve been checking up on you, not ignoring you and avoiding you. No matter what, I’ll always care about you, so I don’t want there to be any hard feelings between us.”

“It’s fine,” He assured me. “You don’t have to apologize for that, I brought that onto myself. And I don’t blame you for not wanting anything to do with me. Besides, he was right.”

I gave him a confused look. “Right about what?”

“I was a ‘borderline alcoholic’.” He air quoted.

I gasped. “You were not.”

“I was,” He nodded. “I actually went to rehab for a bit after you left, though no one knows about it except my family and now you. I’d been drinking a lot behind your back when we were together, I hid it from you because I was ashamed. I didn’t want you to see just how much I didn’t deserve you, but in the end, I showed my true colors anyways.”

I looked at him for a bit. “I honestly had no idea. I’m so sorry, if I knew I could’ve helped or someth–”

“Forget it,” He waved me off. “You could’ve have helped me, (y/n). I needed a wake up call, so you leaving me was exactly what I needed in a sad, ironic way.”

“Yeah, I guess so…” I trailed off.

He smiled at me. “I’ve actually been sober since a month after you left.”

I smiled back. “That’s great, Harry.”

He nodded, sighing. “You should probably get back to your boyfriend. If I keep you any longer he might think something’s up.”

I laughed. “I never thought I’d ever hear you say that.”

“Neither did I, to be quite honest.” He chuckled. I got up from my stool, and he stayed put. “Tell Raine I said hi, alright?”

I gave him a look. “You know that you can come by and see him anytime, right?”

“I don’t know your address, so.” He said expectingly.

I rolled my eyes at him, causing him to laugh. “I’ll text it to you,”

He gasped dramatically. “You still have my number?”

“Oh, cut the shit,” I smacked his arm playfully.

“Hey, uh, one more thing,” He said.

“Yes?” I urged.

“Promise me you won’t write a song about me? I already have enough of those, as you know.” He smirked.

I groaned jokingly. “Don’t flatter yourself, I’m not writing anything about you.”

“Good,” He nodded.

I walked away, Beau coming up to me and putting his arm around me protectively, kissing my head as he looked at Harry. He just laughed, turning back around to the bar and ordering a water.

if you liked this and have ideas for other imagines feel free to request them, requests are always open x

[One-shot] Proposal

Title: Proposal (Malec Week Day 1)
Author: erucchii
Pairing: Malec
Summary: For weeks now, Magnus was always gone before Alec woke up, so he decided to get to the bottom of it. When he found out, he then decided to take things in his own hand.
A/N: Oh god, I’m so sorry for this word vomit. It’s been almost a year since I last wrote anything and currently, I still seem to have this writer’s block. So yeah, please enjoy this kind of but not quite PWP fluff.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Mortal Instruments, they belong to Cassandra Clare.


Alec woke up, and frowned when he found Magnus’s side of the bed empty. He had lost count the number of times this has happened, and he was starting to get frustrated about it. While it wasn’t uncommon to find Magnus’s side of the bed empty—because the warlock was an early bird—Magnus never did it this many times in a row. Sometimes, he would wake up cuddled to Magnus’s side while the latter read, or he would wake up to a blowjob.

Thinking about the last one made him miss morning sex.

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Three’s a Crowd (Part 5)

Member: Taehyung x Reader x OC

Type: Poly au, Smut, Fluff, Angst.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5.


I let out a small whine as I peeled my eyes open, a raging headache appearing. I lifted up my hand to rub my temples, trying to ease the pain but nothing was working. Letting out a frustrated huff, I was about to get out of bed until an arm pulled me back in. What the fuck?! As soon as I flipped around and was about to attack the person who grabbed me, my eyes landed on Taehyung who was sleeping peacefully beside me, light snores escaping past his lips. What. The. Fuck. What is Taehyung doing here?! In my room?! Oh god, did we…? I lifted up the blankets and relief washed through me as I saw that we were fully clothed. Unnie would be so pissed…She’d be pissed at this! I gripped his arm and pulled it off of my waist before rolling off my bed, stretching out my lips as my feet touched the floor. A wave of nausea hit me and my eyes widened, slapping my hand over my mouth before running towards the bathroom, sinking to my knees and leaning over the toilet bowl, vomiting last nights drink up. As I continued to disgustingly vomit up last nights beverages, a large hand came in contact with my back and another hand held up my hair, keeping it out of my face. 

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You’re First

You and Joe never really fought. You two bickered back and forth occasionally but that was pretty much it. Both of you were pretty chilled and would talk about something before it became a real issue.

This time however was different. This time it was a fight. There were tears and loud words being exchanged without much thought. It happened all so quickly and just snowballed into a big mess. 

“Y/N I don’t know what you want me to do. Everything has already been set up and arranged, I can’t just back out at the last minute to please you!” Joe yelled throwing his hands back up in the air. 

“You don’t have to please me Joe I just wished you actually thought before you acted. I’m sick and tired of you always making the decisions and just expecting me to be okay with everything!” You yelled back from the opposite side of the room. 

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The House of Beasts, Part 2

Part 2! Like I said, updates may be a little slow, but at least I have all my main ideas and plot points in mind, so it should move along pretty easily. Thanks for all the love!

Summary: Prythian University, the grounds where frat houses wage wars and throw the best parties yet. Feyre, an art student and girlfriend to the Head of House of the Spring House, discovers secrets everyone’s been keeping from her for the last year and a half. An ACOTAR/ACOMAF AU, which begins as Feylin then evolves into Feysand. Begins as ACOTAR, includes AU of Under the Mountain, but will focus more on Acomaf.

Word Count: 2393 words

Once again, thank you all for withholding any hate and supplying only constructive criticism (I really need it!) and sending any requests, suggestions, etc.  

Disclaimer: All characters and some direct and or modified quotes belong to Sarah J Maas, as well as some of the plot points. I take no credit for them whatsoever

Part 2: Coffees

“I think this is the part where you thank me for saving your ass,” the man said, leaning against the white brick wall. “I’ll wait for you to take your time drooling, though. I know I’m dreamy.”

Blood flushed my cheeks. “Prick. I was going to thank you but I guess not.” I pivoted on my heel to walk away, but he simply kept following.

“Don’t walk away, darling. I was just being funny,” he continued, but my footsteps didn’t relent. The pool was trashed, as it always was around this time of the night for a party, beer cans mixing in with all the dead leaves and brush that had been swept into it. His footsteps rang out against the cement as he relentlessly trailed me to the patio, blabbering on the whole time how he just wanted to talk to me, when I plunked myself on a chair.

“Sit. Talk. Then leave. I’m really not in the mood right now.”

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Someone New. (Kim Taehyung.)

Originally posted by helendrv

Requested – No.

Prompt – After three months of being broken up, Taehyung moves on rather quickly with another girl but you are still struggling to stop loving him.

Warning – Angst.

Words – 1,959. 

Requests?

Every moment that passes by, your heart aches a little more thinking about how you let a beautiful relationship slip through your fingers. All the signs were there that Taehyung was falling out of love, but you refused to see it and you continued to believe everything was going to be okay. But it wasn’t. That changed when one day, he decided to leave you behind.

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anonymous asked:

Can a guy be a make up artist/hairstylist without being gay like can he be straight?? Because people say if you do make up and hair and your a guy your gay

when my twin brother (who’s gay) turned 21….. the first thing he did was apply at a gay bar in hillcrest. the owner at the time (who’s no longer w/ us - rip frank) hired him on the spot as a gogo dancer (my brother could dance & he was ripped). instead of sharing the exciting news with me (he was afraid i’d disapprove), he waits a couple of weeks & invites me out to a bar. i was super excited b/c you know… i’m a newly minted 21-year-old w/ raging hormones & i just recently ended my relationship w/ my gf. so i couldn’t wait to see what kind of trouble we were gonna get into. it was just the two of us & he didn’t tell me what kind of bar so i just assumed it was gonna be a straight bar (b/c you know… i’m straight). so we go to the bar & i’m kinda confused b/c there were a bunch of dudes & hardly any girls. i walk with him to the corner bar & he’s like, ‘i’ll be right back rob’ and i’m like ok, whatever. the bartender taps me on the back & ask me what i want to drink. i look at all the different bottles on the glass shelf behind him and didn’t recognize like 98% of the bottles on the shelf (i only drank cheap beer/tequila at the time). i tell him to make me whatever - i just wanna get drunk & have good time. so he brings me my drink & i’m excited to taste his concoction (not concocktion). it was the strongest mixed drink i’d ever had. i think to myself ‘this guy is a pro at getting people shitfaced.’ so i thank him & turn around to look for my brother & i can’t find him anywhere. i’m standing there for about 5-10 minutes sipping on my drink & watching dudes tear up the dance floor (gay guys are the best dancers in the universe. i’m sorry but it’s true). so after what seemed like eternity… my brother comes out on stage & he’s like half-naked except for his underwear & glitter on his body. i’m in complete shock & i start freaking out b/c he pulled the old bait & switch on me (& i didn’t know he worked there as a dancer). instead of sticking around, i decide to check out the rest of the bar - and try to make sense of it all. i end up bumping into frank (one of the owners) & he starts chopping it up with me. he’s like ‘you know i just hired your brother. you should work here too. you guys are good looking twins so you’d make good money.’ i tell him i’m straight & he’s like ‘follow me.’ takes me over to another bar & introduces me to this really good-looking dude (he looked like arnold schwarzenegger when he was in pumping iron) & he tells me that he’s straight. i’m blown the fuck away & my nerves start to calm down a little. this guy seemed like a pretty cool dude (he could have been a model too). so we’re talking for a bit & they both eventually convince me to work there. i was hired that same night as a bar back to work along side the straight bartender (didn’t work that night though). the guy ended up becoming my best friend & we had the wildest & craziest adventures together (i’ll share some of our adventures in future posts). i’ll tell you this… that ended up being the best job i ever had (i’ve worked for startups, doctors, tech/real estate/telecom/insurance/automotive companies). 3 years of awesomeness… but here’s the thing: early on, i used to be paranoid all the time b/c i would imagine my friends/teachers/coaches from high school/college finding out. i was always in a constant state of fear. but over time… i just didn’t give a flying fuck anymore. i started to accept & love myself. and i realized that my gay friends were more ‘real’ than all of my straight friends, combined. you know… it takes a ton of fucking courage to come out of the closet, a ton. it takes even more courage to hold your partner’s hand in public. i have a lot respect for my gay/lesbian coworkers, customers & friends b/c of all the adversity they went through in life. i came out of that experience with a ton of self-confidence. i judge less, love more. i’m more compassionate, open-minded, creative & fun. so yeah… you should definitely do it - be a makeup artist or hairstylist. why does it matter what society thinks of you? have u looked at society lately? it’s pretty fucked up. it’s fucking rigid. people are fucking miserable. don’t go there. you blaze your own trail my friend. don’t conform to this shit… transform it. and don’t label yourself a ‘straight hairstylist or makeup artist’. just call yourself a makeup artist/hairstylist. fuck the ‘straight/gay’ label. you don’t need to prove to anyone… and i fucking mean anyone… that you’re straight, the only thing you need to prove is that you can do their hair or makeup better than anyone. blaze your own path bro. and let the haters, hate. ~rob
p.s. diversity is the most beautiful thing in the world. embrace it with open arms.
pps. no one converted me. i still love nice, intelligent, beautiful, fun, creative women :)

In Your Arms

A Bucky x Reader / fluff

A/N: Sorry I haven’t written much of anything lately guys. I needed a mental break. But I’m back! I hope you enjoy this, it’s super fluffy and I could use a Bucky like this right now. Let me know what you think! I love hearing from you! xo

Based on a request by @nnattyt: hey! can you possibly do a buckyxreader one where the reader is on their period and has to work late so Bucky picks her up from work and takes care of her AND JUST A WHOLE LOT OF FLUFF PLS XOXO (hope you like it!)

Word Count: 1,321

Warnings:
- none. maybe language.

Tags: @metallicbuck @bovaria @marvel-ash @theerinpage @sebbytrash @theerinpage @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit @matteblackvevo @james-babechanan-barnes @eyeofdionysus @jensensfreckleddick @manbunbucky @bookshelvesandteacups @lisgoe @iwillprobablybechangingthislater @lovemarvelwithmylife @obsessedwithfandoms-us @arianaamaris

*gif is not mine.

You stared at the clock looming above the soda machine, its hands ticking painfully slow. It was only 3 pm, and you had two more horrendously long hours to go, before your shift was over. Your stomach was killing you, the pressure in your legs so intense you wanted to cry. Aunt Flo had reared her ugly head and you were fucking miserable.

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#47 - For anonymous

Filling the prompt “I need more of sexually frustrated van”


Van is waiting impatiently in the kitchen. He calls your name again, and you ignore him. You haven’t been out in so long; you want to look perfect. You hear a chair loudly slide along the floor. He’s being dramatic. You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. You had the foresight to wash your hair yesterday, and today it still looked clean but had enough grit to style. Your makeup worked out. It was even, and you opted for a light look. You didn’t want to be melting by only the second song. You are wearing your absolute favourite dress and Van had convinced you to stick to flat shoes rather than heels. Your reflection smiles back at you, and you are ready to go.

In the kitchen Van has the chair pushed far out from the table, but is leaning forward with his head resting on his arms on it. He looks up when you walk in. He smiles wide and it’s the exact reaction you wanted.

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