why are you always involved

Friend-zone (Request)

Jaehyun x Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluffy-fluff-fluff

A/N: Finally have this request done! I thought I’d incorporate both of them; killing two birds with one stone ygm lmao. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

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summary: in which barry allen alters the timeline and sets foot on a universe where his once best friend and first love is alive.


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“Y/N, you are late once again.” Captain Mendez noted when he saw you run towards your desk in hurry.

You smiled sheepishly, “I’m sorry, Captain, it’s just that the alarm –”

“– wasn’t working and you overslept, I know.” he finished, causing you to blush in embarrassment at his comment.

You worked as a Forensic Photographer for the Central City Police Department. You were actually very good at what you did, but the only problem was your punctuality. Though you did have reasonable excuses on why you always slept late, and it usually involved your work and investigations about it.

Captain Mendez handed you a folder, “Anyway, care to take these files to Mr. Allen? He claims he can’t find his copies.”

You grabbed it and furrowed your eyebrows. “Why would he lose important files? He usually keeps them organized.”

“That’s the same thing I’ve been wondering about. And you know, he also looked kinda lost.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

The Captain shrugged, “He asked about a guy named ‘Singh’ and he looked genuinely surprised that I’m the captain. Might have had too many drinks last night.”

You chuckled. “Maybe.” you said, “Well, I’ll just go ahead and give these to him.”

He nodded. “Sure, you do that.”

You turned around and headed towards the stairs.

You and Barry had a healthy co-worker relationship. The both of you used to attend the same school when you were younger, and were even considered as best friends. But when the two of you grew older and attended different universities, you lost touch and became distant to one another. Nonetheless, once you saw each other again, even learning that you were going to be working in the same building, your friendship with Barry was easily restored.


It was surreal. This whole brand new world was absolutely surreal for Barry Allen.

The moment he was aware that he was in another timeline, he visited his mother and father. He talked to them until they grew tired and asked for sleep, oblivious to how Barry was close to tears the whole night he spent with them. And then the next day he visited CCPD where he coincidentally still worked at.

He was still getting used to the changes, like his lab seemed to be bigger and more advanced than his previous one. Barry found himself slowly falling in love with this new life he was living.

“Barry?” an unfamiliar voice pulled him away from his thoughts.

He looked at the doorway and saw someone he never expected to see again.

You were smiling at him, your soft [eye color] eyes meeting him in an instant. You still had your hair in the same style, and your features had matured from the last time Barry saw you. He couldn’t help but slightly let his jaw fall in shock.

You entered his lab, “Hey, Captain Mendez wanted me to give you this.” you dropped the folder in front of him.

Barry didn’t hide the fact that his eyes were travelling up and down your body. You noticed this and instead of growing uncomfortable, smirked.

“Allen, I know I’m hot but can’t you have some restraint?” you teased.

“Uh, what?” Barry broke away from his trance.

You raised an eyebrow. “The Captain was right, you do seem a little lost. Was last night a little bit too fun?” you continued with your teasing.

Barry stood up from his seat, “Y/N, is this really you?”

“Yes …  and you are starting to freak me out.” you answered.

“I’m sorry, it’s just that, I can’t believe that you’re here.” he admitted.

You were even more confused than ever by the way he was acting.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you asked him.

Barry recalled the memory of your death in the original timeline. He could remember how painful it felt to lose another special person in his life once again, this time you, who were one of the reasons why he believed he could live a happy life after all even though his mother was gone and his father was in prison. But when you died due to a car crash, Barry’s world lost it’s meaning and he felt the exact pain and loneliness he felt when his mom died.

You tilted your head to the side when he still didn’t answer. “Barry, are you alright? You’re not on drugs or anything because that would get you into deep —”

Before you can even finish what you were saying, Barry pulled you in a hug. You were surprised at the affection he was showing you but nonetheless returned the gesture, awkwardly patting his back in the process.

“What’s this for?” you inquired.

But Barry didn’t answer, he just held you, and it didn’t seem like he was planning to let you go.

anonymous asked:

Can i request a prompt with Matt (daredevil) getting upset with you because you don't take your own safety seriously enough, kinda like forgetting to lock the door at night or walking alone by yourself Thank you!!

Originally posted by kinghardy

“For once would you just take your own safety seriously, Y/N!” You’d never heard Matthew Murdock yell until that moment, and he was yelling at you…

“I do!” Why wouldn’t you be serious about your own safety? You knew how dangerous Hell’s Kitchen was, you weren’t daft!

“No you don’t, how many times have I found your door unlocked or you walking alone at night? You can’t keep doing this…” You watched Matt pace up and down the room, he was right…you did forget to lock your door at night…but that wasn’t really your fault was it? You couldn’t help it if you thought you’d locked it and you hadn’t, right?

“And why not? It’s not as if I mean to forget to lock my door or like I have a choice but to walk home from work alone!” Why couldn’t you just live your life as you did, why did Matt have to always get involved and always get so angry at you…you hadn’t it when he got angry at you…and now you hated it when he yelled at you. 

“Because it scares me okay? I’m scared for you,  i’m scared that i’m going find you beaten up or dead down some alley way or that i’m going to get a call from the hospital or heaven forbid the morgue, i’m scared, okay? So I need you to look after yourself because I can’t always do it for you!” 

“Matt…” and in that moment you understood…he wasn’t angry, he was scared…he just wanted you to be safe and you were wearing him down bit by bit by not being safe and by putting yourself in a situation that could be avoided.

“Please…just promise you’ll try…” You watched him rub at his forehead looking infinitesimally older than he was as if the weight of the whole world was on his shoulders and all he needed was you to take a little bit off it away.  

“I’ll try, I promise…I don’t…I don’t mean to scare you…”

“I know..”


“Well then maybe you’ll talk to me”

“Leave me alone, I don’t want to talk to you either!!, I don’t know why you keep bringing this up!!!”

“Look, why do you always have to get involved, she chose her way and she has to live with the consequences”

“You never understand that it’s all my fault!!, she’s here because of me”

“She’s gone”


{Samurai Jack season 5 - episode XCV}

Samurai jack belongs to Adult Swim, Toonami, Cartoon Network and creator Genndy Tartakovsky.

Great Drinking Game

Take a shot every time Veronica complains about her father in 1x12 even though he wasn’t relevant in this episode at all. Free stomach pumps should be available

Chris Evans x Reader / Veins

Prompt: The reader gets out of the shower and sees a show she hasn’t seen in awhile.

Pairing: Chris Evans

Gender: Female

Warnings: Masturbation

Words: 982

Genre: Smut

You loved Chris’s arms. You felt safe when you cuddled with him, Warm in those chilly nights, and those times when he would hold you when you finished intimate acts. Those veins in his arms always made you feel some type of way. You loved it when he lifted weights and they would show more. When he was just stretching, You would stare at them. He knew you would, And that’s why he always did something involving his arms. You knew he knew, And that’s what made it even better.

You just finished taking a shower, And we’re going back into your shared bedroom when you heard a sound. It was a moan. A moan of your name. What was Chris doing now? You looked through the small crack of the door. It looked like Chris didn’t close it completely. You held your towel tightly, Biting your bottom lip. Chris was currently masturbating on the edge of the bed; And you were contemplating on whether to walk in there and help, Or just… Watch.

Taking the second option, You licked your lips, Watching his strong big hands pump his erect cock; The veins on his arms visible, Turning you on. His head was thrown back, Eyes closed and he looked like he was in pure bliss. You started to drag your finger through your folds, Teasing yourself. His pumps started to increase, Moans increasing in volume also. He probably still thinks you’re in the shower. You slipped a finger inside of you, Making sure to keep your mouth closed so you wouldn’t make any sound.

The towel fell on the floor with a ‘small thud’ and you cursed, And looked in the room again. Looks like Chris didn’t notice. Quickly going to back to pleasuring yourself, Two fingers slip inside you now; Small moans now escaping from your throat. You could tell Chris was going to cum, And you increased your speed.

“(N-Name)” He moans, Looking down at his hand stroking his cock.

“Chris..” Your moan is small, Hoping you don’t distract him.

He stopped his stroking, And you thought he heard you, Quickly going to grab the towel; Only to realize he was teasing himself. Making his wanting to release become stronger. Licking your dry lips, You tease yourself also, Your fingers caressing your clit and slipping between your wet folds. He fondled his balls, Moaning. He sure wanted to cum.

“Chris..” You moaned a bit louder; But not loud enough for him to hear it.

He stroked his cock teasingly, His hips buckling on his hand to continue. He got tired of teasing, Then started stroking his cock quickly, Wanting to cum. Slamming two fingers inside you, You imagine your mouth around his warm and delicious cock, Tasting his precum and deepthroating him just like he likes it. Fondling his balls and sucking on the tip of his cock; Sliding your tongue up and down on that sensitive vein on his, Feeling his strong hands grab your hair and push you farther into his cock.

You pinched and pulled your nipples just like he would, Biting your bottom lip so you could refrain from moaning so loud. He was in the peak of cumming, And you go the fastest speed you can go, Your fingers buried deep in your pussy. His breathing was quick, And his head flew back, Eyes closed tightly. He started cumming, His cum landing on the carpet and on his thighs. His stroked his cock slowly, Coming down from his high.

“Shit- (Name)!”


You cummed hard, Your juices covering your fingers and thighs. You came down from your high also, Grabbing the towel for another shower. Chris took the tissues and cleaned the carpet, Cleaning himself when he was done with the carpet. His eyes met yours for a split seconds, And you made a beeline for the shower. You needed another one since you were sweating lightly.

Stepping out of the bathroom, You see Chris in the kitchen, Probably making dinner.

“Hey babe” You walk into the room, Eyeing the bed. You could still see the shape of his ass on the edge of the bed. It made you feel wet once more.

“That shower took awfully long. I’m surprised you’re not wrinkly” He chuckled.

“Hey!” You pout, Smiling.

You throw your towel on the bed, Searching your panties and bra. You could feel him behind you, And you smirked.

His hands ghost around your hips, And you quickly turn around, Meeting his hungry gaze.

“You didn’t think I would know you were there?” He smirks, Pulling you closer to him.

“How-” Your eyes widened.

“I heard you practically begging for me” He bit your earlobe, And you gripped his shirt.

“You got off just watching me. That’s naughty (Name)” He whispered huskily, And you smirk.

“What are you going to do about it.. Captain?” He shuddered, Making you smile.

“You wont be able to walk for days (Name)”

“I wouldn’t mind”

You jump onto his arms, Wrapping your arms around his waist, Kissing him hungrily and sloppily.

He threw you onto the bed, His eyes dark with lust and hunger. You could feel his semi-hard cock on your thigh, And you traced his abs.

“You were just teasing me weren’t you? You stopped just to tease me. Smart” Winking, You lick your lips.

“Now it’s bad when I tease you?” He smirks.

“You turned off the stove didn’t you?”

“Wasn’t even on to start with. Was just waiting for you to leave the shower”

You grab his cock, Stroking it through his pants.

“Well. What’re you waiting for?”

“Oh no sweetheart” He takes off his pants, Keeping the belt in hand; Making you wetter than you already were.


“Ok,” Dan said, taking a deep breath as you walked side by side towards the front door behind which the not-so-surprise surprise party lay. “Halfing the attention with you means halfing the chance of me doing something cringey. Or at least the chance of someone seeing me do something cringey.”

“You won’t do anything cringey.”

“God. All I ever really want for my birthday is to sit at home on my computer, eat good food, and be left alone. Why do other people always have to be involved?” he asked.

“Thanks,” you teased, nudging him a bit. You stood now in front of the door, neither of you making a move to open it.

“No, hang on, that’s not what I meant,” he said, shaking his head. “Actually…hanging out with just you…eating food–that sounds pretty ok.”

“That sounds kind of like a date,” you told him. He looked down at you and cleared his throat. His next words still came out quiet.

“Yeah. It does. Maybe sometime you and I…” he hesitated, licked his lips before opening his mouth to try again, but the front door swung open with Phil behind it, and light from inside flooded onto the front porch.

“Happy birthdays!” Phil shouted along with the chorus of people behind him in the house. Dan had turned quickly from you, a forced smile on his face, but as he moved to step into the joint party being thrown for the two of you, he snuck his hand into yours and gave it a squeeze.

x x x


anonymous asked:

how would rfa + searan + v react finding out that mc is a huge fujoshi and otaku and ships them all together.

god im so excited i finally got to this request ive been waiting to write this since the beginning of time

~headcanon requests closed for now~


  • Yoosung answers a knock on his door 
  • MC stands in his dooway, beaming
  • “lets go shopping today, Yoosungie~!”
  • Yoosung was just planning on spending the day studying buuuut he’d much rather go shopping with MC
  • on the car ride over, MC calls up Seven to invite him to the gathering
  • they put the call on speaker phone so Yoosung can hear Seven saying he was looking for an excuse to ditch his work anyway
  • the three of them cause trouble in the mall for a few hours till MC’s stomach starts to grumble
  • “sounds like you’re getting hungry!”
  • Yoosung says as he playfully rubs MC’s tummy
  • “yea, i guess i am. what do you guys think about getting some grub from the foot court?”
  • “hey, i’m always down to chow down”
  • Seven links arms with Yoosung and MC on either side of him and leads the way triumphantly to the food court
  • once the three of them have food, they sit down with Yoosung and MC next to each other and Seven sitting across form them
  • “MC~~ all that shopping made me so tired! will you feed me?”
  • Yoosung rests his head in his hand and gives his chopsticks to MC with his free hand
  • “i will after i finish feeding myself, Yoosungie”
  • “i’ll feed you, Yoosungie!”
  • Seven shoved some chicken into his mouth and then picked up a piece and waved it in front of Yoosung playfully
  • MC’s eyes widened
  • “Seven, please dont-”
  • but Seven sized the opportunity while he could, and pushed the chicken into Yoosung’s mouth while he was talking
  • Yoosung tried to yell at Seven some more
  • “now, now, Yoosung! dont be rude. no talking with your mouth full”
  • Yoosung rolls his eyes and finished chewing
  • “you’re so-”
  • but Seven feeds Yoosung again before he can finish
  • Seven stars to laugh as Yoosung broodingly chews his food
  • “this is kind of fun”
  • as if this was some kind of cartoon, MC spits out their drink in a spit take-ish manner
  • Seven and Yoosung both look at them, confused
  • “you…you alright?”
  • MC looked at Seven
  • “you two love each other”
  • Seven looks back at Yoosung with a menacing smile on his face
  • “well, is it true Yoosung? do we love each other?”
  • he lifts another piece of chicken to Yoosungs mouth
  • “want me to feed you some more, babe?”
  • Yoosung wants to respond and tell Seven he’s an idiot, but they were both distracted by MC dramatically burring their face into their hands and squealing


  • MC and Jaehee were greeting guests at the door together
  • Jumin was at the party early, before the doors opened with the other two
  • about ten minutes after MC and Jaehee started letting guests in, Zen walks through the doors
  • “Jaehee, MC! it’s so good to see you”
  • he hugs them both, wearing a big warm smile
  • “you two should go enjoy the party! i’ll take it from-”
  • “Zen, nice of you to finally join us”
  • Jumin strides toward Zen, fixing his sleeves as he approaches 
  • “ah yes, here he is. the life of the party”
  • sarcasm was dripping from Zen’s voice
  • “well, considering i helped more with the party than you did, i suppose i did give it life in a way”
  • Zen rolls his eyes and scoffs
  • “please tell me you havent talked to any of the guests yet and bored them with this bullshit”
  • Jaehee continues to greet guests, trying to ignore Zen and Jumins bickering
  • MC was still standing with Jaehee, but stopped paying attention to the party goers and just stared and Jumin and Zen
  • after a few more exchanges between the two men, MC grabs Jaehee’s arm and pulls her close
  • “MC what are you-”
  • “look at that tension”
  • Jaehee looks at Jumin and Zen, who were both still spitting bitter insults at each other, then looks back at MC who’s watching the exchange…a little too closely
  • Jaehee takes off her glasses and breathes some hot air onto them, then rubs them off and puts them back onto her face
  • …yup, Jumin and Zen are definitely fighting
  • “if you dont mind, MC, i think i should attend to the guests now-”
  • MC tightens their grip on Jaehee and pulls on her again
  • “cant you see it? on the surface they fight all the time, but deep down Jumin and Zen really care about each other
  • MC, without taking their eyes off Jumin and Zen, leans toward Jaehee’s ear
  • “like…they really really care”
  • Jaehee breaks away from MC and straightens her cardigan
  • “okay….alright. just dont…”
  • MC’s still staring at the boys
  • Jaehee grabs MC and pulls them away from the entrance
  • “alright, we’re going somewhere else now”


  • “Jumin, whats this?”
  • MC was rummaging around Jumin’s penthouse looking for Elizabeth when they stumbled upon some old photo albums
  • Jumin came into the room to see MC sitting on the couch, flipping through the pictures
  • “i see you found some pictures from when i was a kid”
  • Jumin sits on the couch next to MC
  • “there are so many pictures of you and V in here”
  • “yea, i suppose there are. when i was young, V was the only kid i ever really…connected with. i had a few other friends through out the years but no one could compare to the person i grew up with”
  • MC continues to nonchalantly flip through the pages
  • “that’s pretty romantic” they mutter
  • “what was that?”
  • MC quickly shuts the book and tries to recover
  • “i said that’s, um, fantastic! yea, it’s fantastic that you and V have always been such good…friends”
  • Jumin smiles and grabs another photo album
  • he opens it up in his lap and looks at all the old photographs sloppily taped onto colored paper, with some stickers and notes about the photos strewn randomly on the pages
  • “Jumin…is this a scrapbook?”
  • he laughs a little, flipping through the messy pages
  • “yes. V convinced me to make one with him as a kid. he loved taking pictures and putting them together like this, but i was never as talented as him”
  • MC scoots closer to Jumin, looking through the scrapbook
  • “i wish i could look through the one V made…i wonder if he still has it”
  • “would you be sad if he didnt?”
  • Jumin closes the photo book
  • “yes, i suppose i would be”
  • “because you want him to treasure your friendship as much as you do?”
  • “…yea, i guess you’re right”
  • “and i bet you really miss hanging out with V all the time, right?”
  • Jumin hesitates before answering, not sure what MC is getting at
  • “i do miss V, MC, but i dont really-”
  • “cause you love him”
  • Jumin just looks at MC
  • “and you want to kiss him”
  • “okay, MC, no more photo albums for you”
  • MC and Jumin play tug-of-war for a few seconds with the books before Jumin finally wins and rips them away from MC
  • he puts them into a drawer in a desk
  • and then locks the drawer
  • “like, ever”


  • “MC! i need your help re-moistening my creative juices”
  • was the first thing that came out of Seven’s mouth when MC answered his call
  • “Seven, please tell me you have a good reason to use the word ‘moist’ just then
  • “i want to prank Yoosung, but i can’t come up with anything good!”
  • MC lets out a long, heavy sigh
  • god, why do they always involve me in their flirting
  • “Seven, why do you feel the need to mess with Yoosung so much?”
  • Seven goes silent for a few seconds
  • “because it’s funny…? dont you think it’s funny, MC?”
  • “whats funny about it?”
  • ……….
  • “just the way he’ll believe anything i say and just go along with it! remember when we made him drink all that chocolate milk! that was hilarious!!”
  • “why dont you ever prank Zen or Jumin? i’m sure they’re more gullible than you think. Jumin doesnt know anything about pop culture so i bet we could get him to do some real stupid stuff”
  • Seven starts whining, frustrated that MC keeps questioning him
  • “but it wont be as much fuuuuuuunnnnnn”
  • “Seven, did you know that when little girls are picked on by boys in elementary school, they’re told it’s because the boys have a crush on them?”
  • “how does this help me prank Yooosuuuunnnggggg???”
  • MC sighs again
  • “okay, Seven! i think i have an idea”
  • “i’m all ears”
  • “so we’ll tell Yoosung that you’ve developed a cold sore, like a really bad one that causes you a lot of pain”
  • “okay. cold sore. got it”
  • “but it’s like a super rare condition so the doctor didnt have any medicine for it, and even if the doctor ordered medicine it wouldnt get here in time”
  • “ooohhh sounds very menacing”
  • “so heres the kicker”
  • Seven leans forward in his chair, waiting for MC to get to the juicy parts of the prank
  • “we tell Yoosung that the only way to heal your cold sore is with the kiss of a virgin”
  • “what the-”
  • “and then not only will Yoosung have to admit to everyone that he’s a virgin to save you, but he’ll have to kiss you! oh isnt it just so funny, Seven?!”
  • Seven moves his phone away from his ear
  • “uuuuhhhhhh…”
  • “oh, come on. dont act like you dont want to kiss that boy. i know you do”
  • after that the only thing Seven hears is the sound of MC hanging up the phone


  • V has never been a particularly perky person, but MC could tell something was seriously dragging him down today
  • he was sitting at the table looking out the window at the fall colors when MC sits down across from him
  • “is something bothering you?”
  • “oh, good morning, MC. i’m just…tired today”
  • “i can tell when you’re lying, V”
  • he smiles a little
  • “alright, you got me. i called Jumin last night and we got into a bit of an argument”
  • “was it that upsetting?”
  • V sighs and takes his gaze away from the window to look at MC
  • “i just hate fighting with him, thats all”
  • yea, because yOU LOVE JUMIN
  • no MC dont say that have some chill
  • “cant you guys just make out i mean make up?”
  • “i suppose i could call him later…”
  • MC grabs V’s hands from across the table
  • “no! you should go to his penthouse and apologize in person. it’s more meaningful that way!”
  • “i guess that might be a good idea, MC”
  • V was confused as to why MC was so concerned about affairs between him and Jumin, but he’s glad they’re trying to help nonetheless
  • “you should go now”
  • “now? but what if he’s busy?”
  • “V!!! cant you see that a spontaneous visit is more…umm…sincere?”
  • maybe V should leave…MC is starting to get this weird look in their eyes
  • “okay, i’ll leave now”
  • V stands up and pries his hands away from MC
  • “dont forget this kiss”
  • “…..what?”
  • “how will Jumin know how you really feel if you dont kiss him????”
  • “how i really feel? what the hell are you talking about?”
  • MC stands up and hides their face with their arm, running out of the kitchen
  • “ugh, V! why cant you see that long lasting child hood friendships are one of the best predictors of a successful and healthy romantic relationship?! why wont you just love Jumin??” 
  • MC seems really upset….should V comfort them?
  • ….probably not


  • “Seven, MC, does Yoosung have to come over for dinner? you guys know i’m bad with company”
  • Seven and MC were preparing dinner, and it was almost finished
  • “thats exactly why we invited him”
  • Seven called from the kitchen
  • “you like, suck with people. but Yoosung is pretty easy to get along with so i think this will go well”
  • MC doesnt say anything. they honestly thought this was a terrible idea but Seven insisted so whatever
  • the dinner was kind of awkward at first, Seven sat next to Yoosung while MC and Saeran sat across from them
  • the majority of the first 10 minutes was Seven making bad jokes and teasing Yoosung while Saeran and MC silently ate
  • normally MC would join in with Seven and tease Yoosung as well, but they didnt want Saeran to feel like a total fourth wheel
  • while Seven was loudly telling a story about when he was undercover to Yoosung, MC decided to talk to Saeran
  • “so, what do you think of Yoosung so far?”
  • Saeran responded without looking up from his food
  • “he’s okay i guess….i dont hate him as much as i thought i would”
  • MC giggles a little-WAIT
  • is Saeran blushing??
  •  they just go back to eating without saying anything else
  • when Seven’s story is finished, Yoosung tries to start up a conversation with Saeran
  • “so, um, Saeran! how is living with MC and Seven? i imagine Seven probably gets annoying”
  • Saeran looks up-
  • okay yea he is SO BLUSHING 
  • with the same frowning face he always has, Saeran speaks
  • “you have food on your face, Yoosung”
  • “oh…i do? where?”
  • “on your bottom lip”
  • MC feels their face heat up
  • Seven how can you just eat your food right now as if nothing is happening
  • Yoosung licks his lips
  • “is it gone?”
  • “no”
  • to himself, Saeran says “god, is this guy stupid or something?”
  • he proceeds to lick his thumb, then, leaning across the table in front of MC slightly, wipes Yoosung’s bottom lip
  • “MC….are you okay?”
  • Seven was staring at MC, who had just dropped their fork, and is now using both hands to cover their nose
  • “um, sure i’m fine yea i just have to go to the bathroom right now”
  • “is that blood-”
  • “whats up with them?”
  • MC could hear Yoosung and Saeran talking about them through the bathroom door
  • “beats me”
  • god, boys are so stupid


anonymous asked:

So I have a job but my Bestfriend don't have one so I always pay for her.I mean like I pay for EVERYTHING from the weed we smoke,the food she eat when we go out and her transportation to get places.By the end of the weekend after my payday most of my check is gone.Shes had interviews but hasn't got hired.We been friends for about a year now and we're really close but I hate how I go broke just by hanging out with my Bestfriend.Payday next Friday and I worked hard for this money.What should I do?

Why do you guys always have to do stuff that involves money? For example I currently don’t have a job either and my wifey (my best friend) is working but I still wouldn’t do anything with her that I couldn’t afford by myself. My wifey and I do a lot of stuff that doesn’t cost a thing, like taking a walk, just chilling at each other’s houses. Seriously you do not have to pay for your best friend.

The Customer Ain't Always Right

Sometimes Derek really hates his sister. His phone vibrates for the third time and he sighs, tearing his eyes away from the guy behind the counter to read the latest messages.

Cora: RU gonna do it?

Derek: False


She does, however obnoxiously, have a point there.

Cora: on the other hand if he shoots u down I won’t have my coffee bitch anymore.
Cora: nvm
Cora: be chickenshit and keep pining and bringing me free coffee
Cora: tho u could actually ask him his name at least

Also a fair point. The guy’s nametag starts with an S, but the rest of the name has been painted over with whiteout and an unintelligible scribble of letters laid overtop it.

Derek puts his phone back in his pocket as the young woman ahead of him in line finishes giving her order. He waits for a moment as the girl drifts sideways as she fiddles with getting her credit card back into her wallet. It also gives him a chance to try and gather his courage a bit before he’ll have to step up and speak actual words of some sort. The girl moves before he’s decided which awkward sentence to go with, and he feels the sinking sensation of it being too late to salvage as the space opens in front of him. 

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neoprimovongola  asked:

Tsuna approached the kid and raised an eyebrow. "Why are you always on the news involving homicide? Who are you? Spill it kid!"

My muse has just taken a Truth Potion, send “Spill it” plus a question and they will answer.

“–Shinichi Kudo, high school detective. I’m staying with my childhood friend and her father at his private detective agency in order to track down the syndicate which poisoned me and shrunk my body, and that line of work leads to getting involved in a lot of homicide cases.” 

Oh, god, that had spilled from his mouth at a moment’s notice. All he’d been trying to do was get from Professor Agasa’s house back to the Mouri Detective Agency without incident (so he could go straight to bed and wait for Haibara’s horrible concoction to wear off), so of course fate dictated this would be the time for a stranger to accost him. 

Hopefully adding a big, childish smile to that statement would make them think it was just outlandish storytelling - a child’s overactive imagination. Surely no sensible person would even imagine a drug like APTX-4869, which had a one-in-a-million chance of regressing a body to childhood, could be real…

White Lady

(Sam x Reader)


“One day a girl near Irondequoit went missing. Her mother was convinced that the girl was raped and murdered by a local farmer. Every night she went out into the marshy lands to find the place where her daughter was buried. She took two dogs with her, aiding in her search. She never found a single trace. In her grief she through herself into lake Ontario.

Nowadays people claim to see the White Lady on foggy nights, attacking men on the behalf of her daughter.“

“Okay seriously Sam that is enough. Don’t tell me shit like that, I’m scared of ghost stories.”

“Y/N you’re a hunter you can’t be scared of ghosts.” Sam laughs, looking back at you in the rearview mirror. Dean was looking amused as well but didn’t say anything. He just laughed quietly, which wasn’t any better to be honest.

“I can and I am! Hunting with you is horrible why do you always pick the cases where ghosts are involved. How about we hunt some demons or leviathans? Yeah…they were great, no ghostyness there.”

They didn’t listen to you, they never did. You ended up in a cheap motel room while Sam did research and Dean went out to get some snacks. Probably beer and pie. You wouldn’t count that  as snacks but you hadn’t much hope Dean would come back with something normal.

“You know I saw this really interesting article. Looks like people are disappearing under strange circumstances, could be vampires. Isn’t that worth checking out. I think I should really go and look into it.”

“We can all check it out together once we’re finished here.” Sam says in a sing-sang voice, smiling to himself about the fact that you tried to get them away from this case again, “Besides I need you here. Your little trick is pretty useful when it comes to ghosts.”

With ‘little trick’ he meant the fact that you could sense whenever ghosts were around. Or rather they seemed to gather around you. You weren’t sure how exactly but somehow you caused a change in the electromagnetic fields that draw them near. This had happened to your since you were little and it hadn’t always been fun. Not all of them were dangerous but some were. Dealing with ghosts, being a 10-year old girl had been hard, especially since no one had believed you. When you got older you became a hunter but your encounters as a child never quite left you and you were still scared of them. You weren’t really scared of any other supernatural creatures but ghosts just did it for you.

Sam decided he wanted to check out the place where the recent sightings had been and left Dean a note where you were going.

“This is a stupid idea.” You mumble, walking besides Sam.

“Let’s split up for a bit and cover more ground.”


Walking around in an empty park at night was already creepy enough but expecting a ghost to pop up anytime made it ten times worse. The wind was picking up and at first you didn’t think much about it when it suddenly got colder. When you turned around eventually you saw that it hadn’t been the wind causing the temperature shift.

“Saaaaam oh my god help me, help, help, help.” You come running in his direction and almost tackle him to the ground, running away from the figure clad in white.

“Looks like you really found her.”

“Stop smiling like that, there’s nothing good about this!”

“Okay, okay. Come on let’s get out of here.”

“You’re not going to finish this now?” You say exhausted, not wanting to come back here again.

“I actually don’t know where her bones are yet. I just wanted to make sure there really is a ghost.”

“Surprise there sure is.” You say with a sarcastic undertone.

“You really are scared of them, huh?”

“Can we just go now pleeease.” You start to whine, tugging on Sam’s sleeve.

“Yeah.” He smiles and takes your hand, “Come on we’re going back now.”

Title: (Insert hilarious food based pun here)

It’s only gone and happened. They’ve let me loose on this thing. Which in my mind can only mean one thing… I haven’t done enough damage in Fridgecam to warrant a full-on social media blackout. Yet. To be honest I’m loving that we’re able to do these blogs and the thought that perhaps 6 or 7 of you may even read it is an added bonus.

I’m relatively new to Tumblr. My first experience of it was last year when Jamie forwarded me a link to a blog he’d been sent via twitter. I scrolled down the page and soon found my picture sat innocuously below a gif of two consenting adults being very friendly to each other… In 256 colours, on a loop. This was it; I’d made it!!

Once I’d finished showing my mum, I browsed around (having left the page) and realised that actually, Tumblr was a microcosm of sometimes brilliant, sometimes hilarious and sometimes mostly weird products of what happens when you give creative free reign to us lot who live on the internet.

The fact is we are all in a really cool place right now. To have the ability to be creative in whatever it is we enjoy and then being able to share that with people from all over the globe is a real privilege. From videos, to photos, to illustrations, webpages, music, whatever… the chance to do what it is you love and have that seen by other people who also love it is more possible than ever.

We at sorted are testament to the fact that any old goofbags can have the same combined interest and get it seen by hundreds of thousands of people across the world should illustrate to anyone that it is possible. That’s why we always bang on about getting you involved. Whether it’s in comment of the week, #eyecandysorted photos, video comments, Google + hangouts, jingle writing for Fridgecams, tweets, gifs, ridiculous blog posts, we want you on board.

If you’ve never done any of the above now is the time to start. Let’s make the coolest place for food on the internet right here!


anonymous asked:

could you please do a bucky x reader where you guys ""hate each other"" and you guys have a huge argument before a mission, and you end up getting severley hurt and he feels bad like it's his fault? please and thank you!!

mmmMMMMMM BOI HERE COMES THE FEELS. these fucking requests will be the death of me goodbyee

i feel like this is kinda long compared to my other stories but i think it’s alright, because the prompt is so good i thought it deserved mmore words? idk you tell me. requests are closed for now, but feel free to send me feedback. and for those of you interested in sending me requests: it’ll be reopened on june 18th. also I would love to know your names or usernames so i can tag you! so dont feel like you gotta be anon :) did that come off weird and creepy? sorry lmao

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2280

Warnings: read the prompt, and enter at your own risk mwahhahaha

“It’s My Fault”

The sun was shining brightly through the wispy curtains. Outside, the grass was green and dewy with the morning mist and the birds happily chirped about, awakening the world of the rising sun. It was fucking awful.

You chucked the alarm clock onto the ground, definitely breaking it. Hauling your reluctant body out of your comfortable, warm bed, you violently rubbed the sleep out of your face.

“UUUUGGHHH.” An ugly moan escaped your lips as you stood up to go down to kitchen. Not bothering to wash your face or brush your teeth, you just grabbed a soft blanket to cover yourself from the brisk morning.

“Why is it so fucking cold?” is the first thing you say to your team, who are already cleaning up the dishes from breakfast.

“Good morning to you too,” smirk Natasha, passing a coffee mug to Tony, who dries it with a cloth.

You look around furious eyes at the empty breakfast table. “Where. Is. The. Food?” you ask angrily, enunciating every word.

“You missed breakfast by 2 hours,” Steve answers calmly. “There’s some cereal left.”

Without breaking eye contact with Steve, you walk to the fridge to take out the milk and then to the pantry for the cereal. “I hate you,” you whisper, squinting your eyes.

Bucky, who is still eating his food, smiles at your grumpiness. He thought it was cute how angry you got in the morning without food. “You should get some coffee in you first,” he quips. You shoot him a silent stare, daring him to speak another word.

You balance the bowl, spoon, milk, and cereal box to the table and sit down. The prospect of food mitigates your hanger. You smile happily as you open the cereal box, only to have your entire day ruined.

“THERE IS NO FUCKING CEREAL STEVE.” You want to flip the breakfast table over. “You lied,” you hiss with a sudden quietness. Your change in tone scares Steve who claims that he has no idea why there isn’t any cereal.

Then Bucky speaks up for his friend. “Right, I forgot to tell you that there isn’t any more…because I ate it all.”

There is a collective gasp, the team anxiously watching the drama unfold at 10 am. “Holy shit,” someone comments.

You look up slowly from your empty cereal bowl with a twitchy growl on your face. “What?” you heave. “You ate it?”

Bucky nods happily, “Yup.”

His smug look is the last straw. You jump over the table and tackle him to the ground. You grab him by the shirt and shake him aggressively.

“HOW FUCKING DARE YOU? THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME THIS WEEK> HOW MUCH CEREAL DO YOU REQUIRE?” You shout crazily, Bucky’s head bobbing back and forth. This wasn’t the first time that Bucky basically stole your breakfast. It would’ve been okay if he had bought more or at least said sorry, but he would just give you a smug smirk. And you were not for that shit in the morning.

Everyone watched with a small smile, letting you harass him. But Steve stepped in. “Alright, let’s calm down.”

You drop Bucky and grab Steve’s leg, pulling him down onto his butt. “You calm down. Rogers.” With both boys on the ground, you prop yourself up and collect yourself. Smoothing down your hair, you walk back to your room. “If anyone needs me, I’ll be in my room.”

Later that day, Clint had suggested that they go to the bar to blow off steam after a week of stress. Everyone agreed and Wanda dragged you along. After this morning’s fiasco, you weren’t in the mood to be near Bucky. But you found yourself among the drunk group. They were playing “Never Have I Ever” and you, being the only relatively sober one, were enjoying watching drunk Steve make a fool of himself. When the game seemed to be going well without you, you slipped out of the booth and made your way to the bar for some solitude. Bucky saw you weave through the crowd and sit at the bar. He contemplated following you, making sure you were okay. But he voted against, thinking that you were still mad about the cereal incident. He kept an eye on you though, making sure that there weren’t any creep lurking around.

At the bar, you ordered your go-to drink and sipped slowly. You watched the nightlife around you, wishing that you could enjoy a normal outing one day. Not that you didn’t love being an Avenger, but you also wondered what it would be like to sit in public without getting looks and getting taken photos of. You sat with a sad smile and sighed heavily. A man, tall and handsome, took a seat next to you and heard your sigh.

“You alright over there?” he asked politely.

At first, you were going to shake him off. But maybe you could talk to him about things that you couldn’t tell any of your friends. This could be your chance at pretending to be normal.

Nursing your drink, you smiled. “Yeah, just…”

“Break-up?” he guessed.

“Yeah,” you lied. “Over text,” you added.

The stranger gasped with disgust, “God, that’s awful. I’m so sorry.”

You smiled politely, “Thanks, I’m Claire.” He didn’t seem to recognize you, so you decided to take on a different life. Claire, who works at the bank and lives alone. Normal. 

“Joseph,” you offered his hand and you shook it.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom, do you mind ordering me another drink?”

He shook his head and you walked off. Bucky watched you walk away and turned his attention back to Joseph. Joseph ordered you another drink, but Bucky saw him take out a little bag of something and drop its contents into your drink. Alarmed, Bucky jumped up and strutted to the bar. At the same moment, you were heading back to the bar. You saw Joseph sitting there and Bucky pull him up and punch him. Eyes wide, you ran to the scene and dragged Bucky off of Joseph. Bucky was huffing with rage, shouting angry words at him.

“Bucky, what the fuck?” you shout at him, trying to prevent him from throwing another punch.

Meanwhile, Joseph managed to get up on his feet as he cradled his jaw, his nose bleeding profusely. “You know this guy?”

“Yeah…” you answer. You watched bitterly as Joseph sauntered off, limping slightly. “Damn it Bucky.” You turn around to face him. “What the hell?” you asked exasperated.

“He put something in your drink, I saw him.” He was still out of breathe. At this point, everyone in the bar observed silently.

You took Bucky by the arm and led him out of the bar where you could yell at him without being watched so closely. Once you were out of hearing distance, you looked at Bucky, studying his face and trying to figure out why he had exploded in there.

“What’s your deal?” you ask sternly.

“He put a date drug into your drink,” he repeated. You could tell he was slightly intoxicated.

“You said that already. And also, did you think I was stupid enough to drink something from a stranger? I was just being polite.” Before Bucky could speak, you held your hand up. “I’m not done. Now that I have your tipsy attention, I have more to say. Why do you always get involved with my shit? Like, for example. My cereal? Yeah, it was funny the first couple of times, but now it’s just annoying as fuck. And every time we come out, you make it your job to ruin my night. Another example, tonight. And another one, last week and the week before that and the weeks before that.” You pause, giving Bucky a chance to explain himself. But he’s speechless. He’s struggling to come up with an excuse or reason and you just shake your head slightly.

“Tell the others I’m heading back. I have a mission tomorrow…” you trail off, still waiting for Bucky to say something. But he doesn’t. “Bye Buck.”

He watches you walk away, shoulders drooping and head low. He fucked up. Inside the bar, he sits back down with the team. They’re still drunk, so he decides that it’s time to go back home.

Wanda notices that you didn’t walk back in. “Where’s (Y/n)?” she asks with a hiccup.

“She went back. We should too,” Bucky suggests, grabbing his coat.

“Buck,” Steve says. “You messed up, pal.”

He gave Steve a quizzical look, “What’re you talking about?”

“God, you’re so dumb! He’s talking about (Y/n). We know you like her. We’d be the stupid ones if we couldn’t see it,” Natasha slurs, pointing a bent finger at Buck.

“Seriously, Frosty. We need to work on your relationship skills, or you’ll never be able to get (Y/n).” Tony gets up, gently swaying side to side. 

Bucky scoffs at them, “You’re all drunk.”

“Not drunk enough to be completely oblivious to your feelings,” Clint smiles lazily.

The next day, you quietly prepare for the mission and wait in the jet for everyone else. You expect Nat and Steve to be coming with you, but they’ve brought another member: Bucky. You look away, avoiding eye contact with him. Biting your lips, you hope that he doesn’t remember last night. Please be fucking hungover as shit, you pray. Nat mumbles a painful hello, very hungover from last night. But Bucky and Steve seems fine. Damn the super-soldier serum. While everyone else is preparing for lift off, Bucky sits behind you. You here him shaking his leg up and down, which drives you kind of crazy. But you’d rather listen to that than speak to him. It was silly to be mad at him for last night. But you meant what you had said. He’d always get involved in your shit and bugged you out. And the fact that it wasn’t a one time thing was not okay. You just wanted to know why he was bothering you like a third grader with his stupid jokes, but he didn’t say. 

The ride was a silent one, and you reached the destination fairly quickly. The location was hot and humid, and you could feel your hair already fizzing up. Your boots sunk into the mud with each step and it made being stealthy difficult. Steve whispered into the coms, directing each person what to do. You had to go into the building and secure the third floor while everyone else was on the first. There wasn’t  a second floor anymore because of a bomb, and you’d have to climb your way up.

The air was still and tense, knowing that the enemy was still somewhere near by. But after checking each room, you told Steve.

“Have you checked the back room?” he asks.

You look around and spot the small wooden door, “Not yet.” You slowly walk to the door and kick it open. That’s when the gunshots go off. You were able to avoid some of them, but when you heard Bucky call your name, you lose your focus and get hit in the side. You inhale sharply and place your hand where you got shot. Warm blood oozes from your flesh and you stumble back from another shot to your outer thigh. Everything fades to black and the last thing you hear is Bucky’s voice.

Your surrounding come into focus as your eyes flutter open. Bucky and Wanda jerk awake at the sound of your stirring. When you try to prop yourself up, she comes to your side and gently pushes you back.

“Your wounds are still healing,” she says with a weak smile. Brushing your hair out of your face, she sniffles. “You’re gonna be down for a few weeks.”

“Damn, I hate not working,” you mumble sarcastically.

She chuckles, “I’ll go get the nurse.”

Once she’s out of the room, your eyes roam around the room until you catch Bucky’s. He’s looking at you with a frown, arms crossed defensively. 

“How are you feeling?” he asks. He sits down next to your bed and you turn your head away so that you won’t have to look at him. Sensing that you’re still mad, he drops his head and takes a deep breathe, going over the words that he had rehearsed. “I’m sorry about the cereal incidents.” This gets your attention and you slowly face him, suspicion in your look. He continues, “I’m sorry I punched that Jonathan guy. I just…I’m always worried about you. It’s my fault that you got hurt on the mission and…I shouldn’t have called out for you.” He sighs deeply, unable to speak the words he had practiced. “I like you.” You look at him, scanning his posture and expression for any signs of falsity. Right when you’re about to respond, he says the thing that you had been hiding from yourself.

“I love you,” he whispers.

You freeze, holding in your breathe at the news. You gulp down your pride and reach out for his hand, which are clasped tightly on the bed. “Me too.” His head shoots up, surprise written all over his face. “And don’t worry about it, you got me out of work for a while.” You smile kindly at him. Looking into his eyes, you let him lean forward and kiss you on the lips. It was gentle and tender, honest and pure. You kiss back passionately, not satisfied with the softness. But he pulls away when he hears you wince. “We’re gonna have to resume this once I can sit up properly.”

Captain Swan AU Prompt Series No. 2

Credit to the original source of prompt!

Link to No.1: Alphabet City (Unconnected one shots!)

‘We’re both trying to get our wasted roommates back to our dorms AU’- “I understand that you want taco bell, but you’re about to pass out and I will not be carrying you home tonight.”

Of Singing and Streaking

There was a saying that went, “Friends are the family you choose for yourself,” or something to that effect.

Most times, most times, Emma Swan was a firm supporter of the sentiment. It was hard not to be after all, because she had an excellent group of friends. Hadn’t there been a time, when caught in the grip of what had to be the strongest strain of flu currently known to man, Mary Margaret Blanchard had alternately pampered and coaxed and threatened her into wellness? And wasn’t it so, that in another instance, during the great panic attack of fall 2013 (brought on by a terribly ambitious class load and the finals week from hell) Elsa Aren had calmly and patiently stayed up all night, helping her revise for exams in classes she wasn’t even in? Friends, especially friends like hers, were a blessing, a miracle, to be treasured and loved.

This was the mantra she kept repeating to herself over and over, as one of her very best friends continued in her very loud efforts to serenade the statue of their University’s founder.  Emma still wasn’t quite sure what she was going for here, perhaps an effort to make it fall in love with her or kill Emma’s ear drums, but whatever it was, she wished she would stop. Ruby Lucas was many things, fiercely loyal, with a hilarious (occasionally scary) sense of humor as well as being insanely beautiful, a true photographer’s muse with miles of leg and flawless bone structure, but a talented singer, hell, a passable singer, she was not.

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@lululawrence, @ilove1dalmation and I are screaming about tattoos because I said I noticed that in interviews that Louis is fidgety and when he sits next to Harry he seems calmer and less fidgety and when he and Harry touch knees is when he seems calmest and least fidgety and then I said Harry grounds him and Louis guides Harry and that’s why they’re anchor and rope and ship and compass and then I casually mentioned that horseshoes were nailed to the masts of ships in the 19th century because sailors believed it would help the ship find its way safely home as they were a good luck omen.

And now we’re all:

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