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Sweet Dreams (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Word Count: 1,500+

Summary: Reader feels left out from the Avengers and Bucky helps her, then she helps Bucky.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, Anxiety and Depression, Nightmares, Social anxiety, panic attacks.

“Hey Nat, could you help me-“.

“No.” She said sternly, cutting me off.

“But I-“.

“No. I’m not going to help you with whatever bullshit you need, okay?” She mocked, huffing off.

Great, way to start off my day.

Why was she mad at me? 

All I wanted was for her to help me out with training and then hang out with me or something, I knew that I was new, but I just wanted to make some friends- I’ve never really been good with the whole friends thing and this sets the bar pretty low.

I tried as hard as I could to shrug off the incident with Nat, it didn’t really work, but the keyword here was tried.

Crying wasn’t an option, they’d all just laugh at me, I had to stay strong- for myself, not them.

Steve and Sam walked in, both sweaty from their jog “Uh.. Guys? Do you think that maybe I could jog with you tomorrow?” I asked gleefully.

Sam laughed as though I had just said the worlds funniest joke “oh, that… it wasn’t a joke?”.

Steve was silent and although he elbowed Sam, a smile was plastered on his face; They laughed down the hallway, making jokes about me.

Maybe this whole ‘Avengers’ thing wasn’t right for me…

Tony was holding a huge party, he didn’t consider the fact that I hated parties and they freaked me out, sure I could act fine and actually be social in small parties, but tony had invited so many people it was ridiculous; to put it bluntly, I was dying inside.

I was really flipping anxious, I approached tony, who- with his female army were blocking the exit “Tony, could you please move?” I asked, as politely as I could in the current situation.

The girls around him laughed at a joke he was saying “Tony? Could you move please?!” I said with more urgency, as I tried to push through but got shoved back. 

No one would care, none of the Avengers even noticed me… I knew I hadn’t met Clint, Pietro or Wanda, but if this was anything to go by I didn’t want to.

“Please, please, let me through- I need… fresh air!” I gasped.

Panic overcame me and all my breath got sucked up into my lungs, I was going to pass out.

This was in fact the last straw.

“ANTHONY HOWARD STARK, COULD YOU PLEASE LET ME THROUGH!” I yelled at the top of my lungs, I could tell Tony was trying to get on my nerves, because not only did he not budge, he also acknowledged my presence.

“Tony, could you move outta the way before I ram my metal fist into your skull” a deep, strained voice boomed from behind me.

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Woods of Chaos

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 2025

Warnings: “Scary to Sexy to Cute and Cuddly” and NSFW gifs…

@deanwinnchesterisbae asked “Could you do a one shot where reader is having an anxiety attack and Bucky helps her and they realise their feelings for eachother, fluff and smut(?) ensues, etc. Just super cute and cuddly and sexy? Thank you so much! I hope you do good on your exams or papers or whatever you have to do if you haven’t already taken them. ❤”

A/N: Mentions of anxiety attack so if that makes you uncomfortable, please leave now! Don’t want to make anyone feel horrible. Thank you and enjoy. Also, if you have any tips on writing better smut, do let me know. Please!!!

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anonymous asked:

nurseydex hc where dex finds nursey's poetry?

Dex was not raised in a barn. He has manners. He has respect. He has a general sense of right and wrong. He says ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ and ‘excuse me.’ He gives up his seat on the bus for elderly people. He holds the door open for people behind him. He doesn’t steal or cheat, and he tries not to lie. And he knows it’s not okay to read someone’s work unless they want you to. He wasn’t one of the kids who always tried to read his classmates’ personal essays in class. He never pushes his friends to share the things they’re working on. Heck, he grew up living in the same room as his older brother, who definitely kept a journal under his mattress, and never even considered touching it.

So he knows Nursey’s poetry is off limits. It’s tempting, sure, to peek at the words Nursey spends hours and hours pouring over, scribbling down and scratching out and erasing and rewriting until his fingers cramp up. He doesn’t look, though. If Nursey wants to share his poetry with Dex he will. Dex doesn’t have the right to go snooping for it.

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my dad’s so embarrassing. he dual wields twin blades thinking it will maximize his combat potential when it really just leaves his defenses wide open. parents right??

BTS Reaction: You get into an argument and scare your child (Part 2 or 2)


After Jin had calmed both you and himself down, he walked to his daughters room. He sighed a heavy sigh of regret before knocking softly. He heard no response, so he knocked again. He frowned and pushed the door open. “Baby? Are you okay?” He opened it up all the way and frowned instantly as he noticed that the window was wide open. “Baby, it’s freezing in here..” He walked over quickly and shut it lightly before turning to her bed. He froze once he noticed she nor her favorite stuffed animal were placed on the bed. 

He looked around the room quickly and his heart drumming against his chest roughly. “Y/N! I don’t know where Y/D/N is! Y/N!” Your footsteps pounded down the hall as you ran in, shoving a shoe onto your foot. “I know! I just saw her running down the street. Fucking hurry up!” You ran back out, disappearing out the front door. 

Jin’s heart pounded as he ran after you, shoving on the closest pair of sandals. He ran full speed after you, the air beating against his eyes making the brimming tears in his eyes even worse. You took a sharp turn, your only clue as to where your daughter was going being her shoes imprints on the slowly wetting sidewalk. You came to a stop when you saw her sitting on a bench, her book bag hovering over her head in her attempt to cover herself from the slowly growing rain pour. 

You frowned as you walked over and sat next to her, tugging off your jacket and placing it over her head. “Oh, babygirl..” You pulled her close, hearing her let out soft sobs. Jin frowned as he crouched in front of you two. “Why, baby? Why… Don’t scare us like that..” Your daughter only responded with louder sobs. “God.. I’m sorry, sweetie.. I didn’t mean it… Appa was just scared… Don’t ever do that.. Ever again..” He let out a weak sigh. “Come on.. Let’s get you home and warm you up and have a talk..”

Originally posted by jjilljj


With Yoongi’s apology, you both made your way to your child’s room. You knocked on the door lightly and frowned as it creaked open just a slight bit. “Y/S/N?” You pushed the door open all the way and frowned as you noticed a neatly made bed and a note. You walked over briskly as Yoongi looked around the room. Snatching up the note you only read the first few words before throwing it down and running out the room. With no hesitation, Yoongi followed after you, shoes being the last thing on his mind as his feet touched the cold pavement. You were already halfway down the road, no shoes placed on your feet either. 

You knew where to head, the short note telling you everything you needed to know. You curved down a path that lead to a fenced in park. You shoved open the gate and ran to a small figure placed on the top of the slide stairs. 

Yoongi had yet to catch up with you, panting and gasping for air as he slowed down. He walked into the park and saw your small figure, hugging an even tinier figure. He shook his head with a relieved sigh as he walked over, his chest rising and falling quickly. 

Your son squirmed from your arms and ran to him, latching his arms around his legs. “Appa! I’m sorry!” Yoongi shook his head as he hoisted your son up to his waist. “No, baby boy… There’s no need to be sorry.. Appa’s sorry..” 

Originally posted by yoongiyi


After a few minutes of reconciliation, Hoseok walked out of your shared and down the stairs to his daughters room. He noticed the door was already wide open so he walked right in. “Y/D/N? Honey? Are you okay?” When he received no response, he walked in further, turning to look at her closet, clothes scattered along the floor. Worry flushed through his veins as he called out to you. “Y/N! Get in the car and call 911!” 

You burst out of the bedroom, your eyes wide as you scrambled to her room. You looked in and covered your mouth as you ran to the car, snatching up your phone on the way. You cursed as you noticed you forgot the keys but Hoseok was one step ahead of you as he unlocked the car and ran out. You hopped in quickly, finally using shaky hands to call 911. 

Hoseok drove around as you pleaded and explained to police. You hung up as Hoseok spotted cop cars surrounding the local park. You jumped out the car, stumbling as you ran over, pleading to know the situation.

A female cop walked your way, your daughter hidden behind her legs. You squatted down instantly and opened your arms wide. Y/D/N ran to you, latching onto you as she whimpered in regret. You just whispered soft words into her ear as a hand was placed on your shoulder. 

Hoseok took her from you once she calmed down.  He held her close to his chest. “Appa didn’t mean to scare you baby… I’m so sorry..”

Originally posted by jjeonguk


Namjoon walked to your daughters room with a heavy heart. He replayed the scene from earlier over and over again in his mind. The fear when she cut her foot and the same fear when she stared at him, begging him not to scream anymore. 

He knocked softly before opening the door, her nightlight being the only source of light in the room. He pressed the switch on the wall, the light coming on at a dim brightness. He frowned when he didn’t see her frame in the bed or anywhere in the room for that matter. 

You scrambled to her room when you heard the front door close. Namjoon made eye contact with you and in seconds, you two bolted out the door. Your daughter hadn’t even gotten out of the driveway when Namjoon ran to her and scooped her up. He walked back inside without a word. You shut the door behind you and locked it, fear and sadness written on your face. “Don’t ever do that, Y/D/N.. Ever..” You kept your voice level as your heart still raced in your chest. 

Namjoon remembered the fear from his screaming earlier, so he just walked up to her room and placed her down on her bed. “Don’t ever do that… Like mama said… Appa doesn’t want anything to happen to you.. Ever..”

Originally posted by jiminiminii


Jimin sat in the room, his words replaying in his head over and over again. He sighed as he saw your frame standing in front of your sons room, knocking lightly. He watched as the knock pushed the door open and you walked in. He waited for a few seconds until you walked back out, terror written on your face. “Jimin! He’s not here!” As soon as those words left your lips, the ding of the elevator rang out through the penthouse and then the sounds of them closing. 

Jimin bolted to the doors quickly, trying to pry them open before they closed, your son disappearing behind the metal. Jimin looked around quickly before running out the front door. He raced down the hall, the sounds of your trailing feet like soft taps in his ears as his blood pumping flushed them out. He pushed open the emergency stairs, an alarm beginning to blare throughout the apartment building loudly. You both paid no mind as you stumbled down the stairs. 

You some how passed Jimin and shoved open the door, appearing in the lobby. The security guard tried to stop you but you shoved past and ran to your son who tried to push open the door. You yanked him up as Jimin explained to the guard, panting and gasping. You held your son close, tears falling down your cheeks as you nearly screamed at him in fear to never do that again. You fell to your knees as you held him tight. The alarm had stopped as Jimin walked over and kneeled next to the both of you and engulfed you both in his arms. “Appa loves you.. Appa loves you so much.”

Originally posted by minblush


Taehyung discarded the shirt as he walked to your daughters room. He walked in and frowned as he noticed her piggy bank sitting on the floor. “Y/D/N?” He looked around before also noticing his wallet laying on the floor next to the bank. He walked over and opened it up, noticing his debit card and cash was gone. His face paled as he ran to your room. “Y/D/N isn’t in her room.” 

You stood at the window, phone pressed against your ear. “I know.. She’s at Gucci..” You rolled your eyes and sighed as you talked to the store owner who was keeping her occupied. You walked past him and down the stairs before thanking the owner and hanging up. 

The car ride to the store was silent as you still worried about your daughter. Had she gotten hurt on the way there? Was she really okay? 

When Tae parked the car, you lunged out and ran in. You let out a heavy sigh of relief as she stood there, a large shopping bag in hand. You walked over, set the bag down and tugged her into your arms. “Oh baby.. Are you okay?” You pulled back and gazed at her face as she nodded. “Yeah! I got Appa another shirt!” Taehyung stood behind you two, watching quietly. 

Y/D/N pulled away and grabbed the bag before walking over and holding it up to him. “I’m sorry, Appa.” Taehyung shook his head with a faint smile and picked her up. “Nothing to be sorry about, baby.. Nothing to be sorry about..”

Originally posted by mvssmedia


After what felt like hours of apologizing, Jungkook finally made his way to his daughter’s room across the hall. He knocked before walking in, shivering at how cold the room was. He looked around before his eyes locked on the open window. “Y/N get in the car and call 911! Y/D/N isn’t in here.” He looked around for any clue before racing out after you and hopping into the car, the seatbelt being the last thing on his mind as he cranked the car on and sped out of the driveway.

Your tears flowed freely as you explained to the police on the phone shakily. They explained that someone had just dropped a girl off at the station and you calmed down as they described your little girl perfectly. You redirected Jungkook quietly as you tried to calm down your pounding heart. 

When he parked you stepped out of the car on shaky legs, wobbling as you walked in the station. The adrenaline rush from earlier worn off and leaving your body weak as you both walked in. You collapsed to your knees as your daughter ran to you, apologizing as tears streamed down her chubby cheeks. 

Jungkook watched as you held her tightly and sighed in relief as he kneeled next to you and petted her hair softly. “Don’t do that, sweetie.. Ever.. Mama and Appa can’t take that.. God I’m sorry I scared you that bad..”

Originally posted by vkook-appreciation

anonymous asked:

Oooooh how about NHL Chowder? Or really NHL anybody that isn't Jack. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

“I can’t do this,” Chris says, his forehead pressed into the cool wood of the table in the hotel room. “Oh my God. I can’t do this.”

“Chris.” Long fingers press into his hair, and he picks his head up in time to see Derek sit down across from him. He holds both his hands out and makes a c’mon gesture with them, and Chris takes both of them, squeezing hard and then dropping his head to inhale the smell of Derek’s skin, still fresh and clean from his post-game shower.

God. The game. The game that they won. They won the Frozen fucking Four, and Chris only let one goal in the whole time, practically a fucking shutout, and that was why–

He sucks in a breath.

“Hey.” Chris makes himself look up. Derek’s watching him calmly–not with his chill face, because Chris knows that one’s totally fake, but actually calmly, gently. When Chris meets his eyes, he smiles. Chris smiles back, a little. He likes soft Derek. “Lemme in that brain of yours, Chow.”

“I just…” Chris swallows, motioning down at the papers in front of him, a little helpless. “I just–things? Like, things. I’m having…I’m having feelings. Like, a lot of feelings.”

Derek raises an eyebrow. “Okay,” he says. He nods toward the papers. “Can I look, or…”

Chris shakes his head. He’s not ready to show him yet. “Um. I need to hold your hands right now.”

“Okay.” Derek squeezes his hands. He’s quiet for a moment, and then says, “So, not the Sharks, then?”

“Not the Sharks.”

Derek nods slowly, then tilts his head to one side. His hair’s grown out a little–thanks, playoffs–and it makes his curls flop with the motion. “Gonna make me guess?”

“The Schooners,” Chris says. He hesitates. “And the Rangers.”

He sees the moment it clicks for Derek. “Oh,” he says. And then, “Oh,” again, softer, gentler, almost to himself.

Because Derek’s going back to New York for grad school, and Cait’s job search is wide open right now, but she’s been looking at tech firms in Manhattan, and it’s not like Derek doesn’t know Chris has been looking at diamonds online for months, but what Derek actually doesn’t know is that he’s been looking at wider, more masculine bands, too, because it’s not just him and Cait anymore, hasn’t been for a long time, and–

“C,” Derek says, carefully, “You shouldn’t make your call based on–I mean, you–” He takes a breath, squeezes Chris’s hands, and then says, “Lemme back up. What’s freaking you out?”

“All the things?” Chris guesses. He sighs. “Like, it’s real? I mean, it was always the dream, but now it’s like–it’s real. Going pro, it’s an option, teams want me, teams are actually looking at me and trying to get me to sign with them, and I just–I don’t know how to–It just feels big, you know?”

Derek nods. He strokes the pads of his thumbs over the backs of Chris’s knuckles. It’s probably an absent motion, but it’s soft, soothing. Chris relaxes a little. “You know you deserve it,” he says softly. “Right? You’re the fucking league, Chowder. You deserve everything.”

“But–” Chris swallows. “But what if I fuck up?”

This is the insecurity he never lets his parents see, because he has to show them that hockey can be a Real Thing, that his computer science degree is just a backup. He’ll show Caitlyn, and he knows she’d never, ever judge him, but she doesn’t get it, either–she loves him so much, but she just doesn’t really understand the pressure, the need to be not just good but better, because good enough is never enough.

But Derek–Derek gets it. Derek knows. He squeezes his hand. “Then you do your fucking best,” he says. “And if they cut you, you come move in with me, and you can live off my generous trust fund as my live-in kept boy.”

It’s such an unexpected response that it startles a laugh out of him. “Derek, what the fuck,” Chris says, but he sniffles and laughs and lets go of one of Derek’s hands and wipes his eyes. “I was being serious.”

“So was I,” Derek says, grinning. He leans across the table and kisses Chris’s cheek, way up on the corner of his cheekbone, almost at the edge of his eye. It’s his favorite spot. “Got your back doesn’t end when we leave Samwell,” he says, sitting back in his chair. “Okay?”

Chris takes a breath. “Okay,” he says. “You promise?”

Derek smiles. “Yeah,” he says. “Of course.”

“Okay.” Chris smiles, the last, lingering tension finally loosening from his chest. With a shaking hand, he turns over one of the stacks of paper in front of him, and pushes the Rangers contract–already signed–across the table so Derek can see. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

Unexpected Surprise // Stuart Twombly

Fandom: The Internship
Pairing: Stuart x reader
Word count: 1,642
Warnings: None :)
Request: Nope.

A/N: I have finally made an imagine dedicated to my boy Stuart on here and I’m super excited to share this with you all! This is loosely based off of an episode of Parks & Rec that I just watched yesterday and I knew I had to write something about it, so here it is :)  

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Pink Polka dots

In which Harry and you have been away from each other for way too long and him looking way too good before his show

Request: Sex with Harry on the tour bus or backstage.

A/N: This is the very first time i have ever written smut so if it doesn’t sound so grand i’m sorry but i’m trying my best. Don’t forget to send requests if you wanna see more. But i truly hope you enjoy. 

 Its been six months. Six months since you have seen each other face to face. Other than the occasional facetime and skype call at least once a week. But it still wasn’t the same, it wasn’t the same to be able to hold him and feel his strong arms wrap around your body and squeeze you tight to his chest, to look at him and see how his face and body reacts to your gentle touches, kissing him till the sunrises in the morning and feel his plump lips all over your skin, to sleep next to him and feel his strong arms keeping you safe all night.

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Forgotten Portal

Originally posted by fandomnerdhq

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: None

Request: “OH! Reader being a student of Doctor Strange and accidentally Sling Ring-ed to Starks’ place while half-asleep in Peter’s room. He freaks when he looked up from what he was studying to see Reader walk through the portal and leaving it open. Maybe a crackfic lol thanks”

A/N: I didn’t know if yo wanted the reader already in Peter’s room, then just leaving through a portal, so that’s what I did. Hope this is okay, sorry its so short!

You sighed, swinging your legs on the side of Peter’s bed. You were with him in his room while he studied math, having nothing else to do that night. You yawned, blinking slowly. You were almost falling asleep right where you sat. Maybe it was time to go.

You stood up, taking out your sling ring and beginning to open a portal without thinking. The regular circle of glowing orange appeared over a pile of Peter’s school books, knocking one off the top of the stack. You started to step through, forgetting in your sleep-dazed state that this was not the training rooms of Kamar-Taj, but a New York teenager’s bedroom.

Peter glanced up from his math, seeing a flash of orange out of the corner of his eye. “Y/N! Oh my god, what the hell.”

You didn’t hear him, continuing on through until you were in your own room. You collapsed on your own bed, sighing. You didn’t realize you had left a portal wide open right in the middle of Peter’s small bedroom.

Y/N! Close the portal!”

“Whoops,” you murmured, already falling asleep. You stuck out a hand, seeing Peter’s surprised face on the other side of the portal. You closed it with a quick flick of your wrist, then fell promptly asleep.

Peter still sat dumbfounded in his room. He knew you were one of Strange’s students, but he had never seen you create an actual portal before, never mind forget to close it!

He stared at where the sparking orange circle had been just a moment before. Now he would never be shocked by anything.

apritelleorai  asked:

I cant resist asking! Could I make a request? Where Jughead and Betty are hiding from suspect and they run into an abodanoed building and suddenly get caught in the moment? You are so good!!!

Aw I love this! Thankyou!

“Jughead! In there.” Betty shouted pointing to an abandoned building, with doors wide open.

Taking a sharp right, jughead followed Betty into the building, quickly slamming the massive doors shut, locking them inside with the huge piece of wood laying on its side.

what the hell had just happened? One minute they were walking by sweet water river, the next they were being chased by a huge hulk of a man with some kind of baseball bat.

It had been his idea to go to sweet water river, the police could have missed something, Betty had been happy to tag along.

Speaking of Betty he turned to look at her, check if she was okay.

She was soaked, they hadnt even noticed it was raining. Too busy trying to stay alive I guess.

Her perfect ponytail was falling out of its elastic and her white v neck was soaked through, revealing the simple lace lined black bra underneath, he couldn’t help but stare for a bit, he was a guy after all.

He brought his eyes back to her eyes, she was looking at him with the weirdest expression he had ever seen.

“Betty I …”

Seconds later, he was pushed up against the door, her perfectly, tiny hands were pulling at his t shirt and her mouth was ravaging his.

It took jughead all of two seconds to realize what was going on, before he dove in, his fingers pulling the rest of her ponytail from the elastic and burying his hands in her silky blonde hair.

She was pulling at his shirt again, her fingers touching his chest, his stomach, his arms. He didn’t think he had ever felt anything as good as Betty coopers hands on his body.

Pulling away a little he allowed her to pull his shirt over his head before pulling her back into his chest, her fingernails scraping over his back making him moan into her mouth. He reached for the bottom of her tshirt and she didn’t even give him a chance to take it off, she had it on the floor in seconds flat, guiding his hands to her chest.

He took a sharp breathe, testing the waters and squeezing gently, when she sighed softly his exploring increased.

As he grazed his teeth on her collar bone, he felt her bite into his shoulder.

Suddenly a loud clap of thunder scared them both apart.

They were both staring at each other, panting

Jughead spoke first

“Uh yeah, adrenaline and all that” he rubbed his neck trying to calm himself down.

Betty didn’t speak just stared at him for what felt like hours , jughead spoke again

“Listen Betty, we don’t have to ever mention this again I totally ..”

“I’ve been waiting to do that since Jason’s funeral.” She breathed out

Jugheads eyes widened

“Whaaa what?”

She sighed moving over to him taking his hand

“I like you jughead a lot, and clearly you don’t mind me either so why not try it? No matter what we know the friendship thing works, so let’s give a relationship a go”

He was speechless, was he dreaming

Suddenly Betty was insecure

“Unless you don’t want to, I mean it’s totally fine, maybe it was the adrenaline…”

He silenced her by placing a soft kiss to her lips

“Definitely not the adrenaline, okay let’s try.”

She beamed up at him.

“Okay! Umm now we should probably find a way out of here.”

He laughed grabbing her hand

“After you, cooper.”

When Love And Morality Collide

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 3473

Pairing: ThorxSister!Reader (incest)

Summary: Thor is jealous of your close relationship with Loki. He’s jealous of that nobleman you keep flirting with at dinner. He’s jealous of everyone and everything you come in contact with. But when you start to get handsy - or footsy - under the table at dinner, suddenly he’s not so jealous anymore.

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Request : “Hi! Can you do 164 for Peter? thank you xx“ @chrislaufeyson

»  “I heard you singing Taylor Swift in the shower this morning, are you okay?”

Characters : Peter Parker x reader

Word count : ~1900

A/N : This isn’t that much long but it’s the longer imagine I’ve done yet lmao. I hope you like it, don’t hesitate to tell me what you thought of it under anon or even in private, I’d be happy to taaalk ! Don’t forget my requests are open, so… GO FOR IT BABES

Oh please, May ! It’d be the best present ever ! I’m a big guy now.”

Peter had been begging May for 2 weeks now, and the aunt was still reflecting either or not it was a good idea. For his 16th birthday, his nephew wanted his girlfriend to sleep with him, but May thought he was too young for that, she didn’t want to be a grand-mother right now, she was even quite young when she had to become Peter’s mother. All was going too fast, and she wished Ben was still there to say no. Ben would have said no. They both knew it, that’s why Pete would have asked May if his uncle was still alive. But she had to say no by herself now, take all the responsabilites.

Stop harrassing me, I can take you to some restaurants or cinema, but you’re too young to sleep with a girl.”

Peter crossed his arms on his chest and sighed. He hated when May treated him like a child, and she recurrently did. “C'mon, many boys sleep with their girlfriends at my age. I won’t do sh- stupid things. May, you know the feeling. You know what it’s like, wanting to wake up to the love of your life.”

It was May’s turn to sigh. Obviously, she knew, it was a feeling she was used to, a feeling she would never get rid of. Someone was missing in her bed just like someone was missing in Peter’s. If one human on Earth knew that you needed to enjoy someone’s presence before it was too late, it was her.

Door open, and if I hear something weird you a dead man, Peter Benjamin Parker.”

He instantly jumped, doing some dance of joy. His heart was beating faster as he ever did. This was it, it was happiness, true happiness. This news had him reaching the nirvana, this estate of maximal pleasure, the plenitude. He kissed his aunt’s cheek, thanking her a good million times. You soon was informed and you both fangirled. Your first night together. This was a brand new step, but everything with Peter seemed natural anyways. You could do everything.

I’m taking your present ! And a toothbrush of course, I can’t wait to sleep in your arms oh my god. I’m taking movies, can I borrow you a new shirt to sleep ? What should I take beside all of this.” Peter could tell over the phone how happy and stressed you were, you barely allowed yourself to breathe while talking. “Happy birthday, love.”

He smiled, the sound of your voice was a music to him, a melody he could never get bored of. “Come here quick to tell me in person.”

Peter !” May called him back to have a quick chat with him. There was no way he could sleep with you before she’d have gave him the talk. He soon hung up, excited as never.

Peter smiled as soon as he woke up, you were still in his arms, your head on his chest, sleeping like an angel. His heart started beating fast again. He had thought right, this was the best morning of his life, this was the way he wanted to wake up everyday, with his love right next to him, stuck to his body like the world out there was spinning and the only thing letting her be safe was his touch. He was his remedy to any problem. Both your bodies were hot, the night had been so soft.

Peter kissed your forehead, pulling you closer to him which woke you up. There was no way you’d feel happier any day, you put your head on his neck and kissed his perfect jawline. “Hello pretty boy.” You whispered in a rough matinal voice before kissing his jawline again. “I’ve never slept that good in my entire life before.”

“Me neither.” He whispered at his turn, and his rugged voice had you shook. You’ve never heard him talking with such a deep tone and it was exciting to discover new things about your dedicated one.

Minutes passed by without doing nothing, just hugging and kissing. You wanted to spend the entire day there, in this bed, wrapped around Peter’s warm arms. But May would have never let you, plus it seemed like the super-hero had a project for the day.

It was super late when you got up, 2pm actually. Peter tried to make you a breakfast as a lunch, but his pancakes were terrible and he had burnt the bacon. His secret talent was surely not cooking. You ended eating ice cream before he went take a shower. You came back in his room, watching the wall where he put some pictures. One particularly kept your attention. This picture was one Peter had taken of you two during your first date. It was all awkward and sweet, and you were glad he had taken pictures of it.

Is it weird if I take photos ? I know it’s the first time we… we… This is a date, right ?” Peter had is cheeks all red from asking this, and you found it super cute. You liked him since you started talking, he was the kindest boy you’ve ever met, way different than all of the others. The day you met was the day your ex dumped you because you didn’t want to have sex with him, but what the fuck you was having sex at 15 anyways ? So not you. Peter found you crying in the school’s hallways and tried to cheer you up, then he asked you everyday how you were feeling, and soon you became friends. But there always were that extra something, this little sprinkle in your eyes telling you he was a man who would change your life. And he really did change you, he made you a better person, he built you.

This first date had been really different than what you already had experienced with other boys. You knew you loved him, you knew he wasn’t some jerk trying to use you. “Of course this is a date.” You held his hand with a big smile on your face. “And take photos, I want to have souvenirs of this evening !”

It wasn’t some fancy going out in a restaurant or cinema, it was just a chill walk, all was about talking and being happy to be together, it was all fluff and natural, it was just all love. Peter took as many photos of you as he could, not afraid anymore to look like some kind of a creep. “I love taking photos, and you’re so beautiful, you… The camera loves you.”

A little smirk took place on your face as you turned to him. “Only the camera, not you ?” He instantly blushed, panicking. Was it a bad thing, were you making fun of him ? His hands started shaking and he shook his head, his mouth wide open just as his eyes. “You don’t need to respond.” You laughed. “I was kidding, this is too soon for all of this.” But deep inside, Peter knew he loved you.

“I shake it oooooff, I shake it oooooff !” Peter’s singing got you out of your memories and you gigled listening to this song. He might be… Really excited for today. “Haters gonna haaate, haaate, haaate !” Well, this was for sure the best shower he had taken in while.

He came back right after his song, his hair damp and curlier than you’d ever seen before. He was so handsome, you were so screwed.

“Look, this is the camera I told you about ! The one May offered me yesterday ! She did such a great job, I missed photography.” He said as he was taking his new camera out of his backpack. You soon took his treasure in your hands with a look of admiration. It was a vintage Leica, and you wished you knew more about photography to understand how awesome it was for Peter to have it. “It has a lil defect on its lens but you know how I love things when they have something unique.” You nodded, and gave the camera back to him. “Okay, now that I can take pictures again, go against this tree and be my model.”

Your nose creased. Be his model ? What ? “No, no Pete there’s nooooo way. I’m not.. I’m so ugly today, I hadn’t brought my makeup to your place, my skin is awfully oily.” You soon pouted, Peter’s eyes wide open.

“You kidding, right ?!” He literally seemed attacked. “You the most beautiful girl I’ll ever get to see, Y/N ! I just want memories, you’re a real muse for me. Please, as a birthday gift, love !”

“I love you, thank you, but it’s still a no.”

Peter rolled his eyes, he for sure needed you to be okay with his idea of taking pictures of you, because it made a long time since the last time he did. “I’ll buy you japanese food.”

And suddenly you chaned your mind, you looked excited and even jumped a little when you heard ‘japanese food’. “Ok, well, Why are we still here ?! C'mon Parker, let’s take photos !” He laughed, fuck he knew you so well, he was sure japanese food was a good compromise. It always had been. Photoshoot session started right away. “You know, I heard you singing Taylor Swift in the shower this morning, are you okay?

Peter rolled his eyes, happy Taylor Swift’s songs was his guilty pleasure and no one was supposed to know. He blushed a little. “Don’t be a jerk honey, be beautiful and pose for me, that’s all I’m asking !”

“This is some kind of song you should be singing to Flash.” You giggled. And Peter blushed even more. He always had that thought that Flash was better than him, he was popular even if he was an asshole. You saw Peter getting lost in his thoughts and grimaced. “Babe, focuse on me !” His eyes immediately met yours and he couldn’t help but laugh. You were ugly, but in a beautiful way, weird. I guess it was just love. He took a picture, and you frowned. “I don’t want this on facebook or I’ll kill you !”

“Love, you know I don’t have a facebook.” He creased his eyes. You harrassed him to do one, but he never understood the utility. He had no friends. “I’ll download them in my phone, so I can show people how pretty my girlfriend is !”

“I’m not, Peter !” You shouted, leaving the tree to get back to him.

“You’re not my girlfriend ?!”

“I’m not pretty you idiot !” You hit his shoulder.

“People don’t believe me when I say I have a girlfriend.” He shrugged while a sad smile took place on his face.

You pouted, a little embarrassed. Yeah, Peter wasn’t popular and all, people thought he was a fucking loser, but they were missing it. “We don’t need people, Peter Parker.”


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Amazingly Good (Daveed Diggs x Reader)


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Warnings- Reader is trans and if that bothers you please unfollow me, mentions of gender/body dysphoria etc etc etc 

Request- “Can you do a Daveed x reader (before he left Ham and after Lin Left) where reader is Trans (FtM) and is the New Alex and is really scared to dress in front of anyone, then like Daveed acadently walks in on reader changing and like, totally supports him, slight comfort/fluff? Maybe later they are cuddling and Anthony or Renee see it? (AGHHH I LOVE YOUR BLOG BTW)”

A/N- (I am not transgender and I’ve only ever experienced super super mild gender dysphoria so if any of this is like WILDLY inaccurate, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE message and I’ll fix it ASAP

Do y’all know how hard it is to find out stuff about training new broadway cast members? It took me like eight searched before I found a decent playbill article rip)

Song-  Words – Daya

Words- 2,377

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feujenny  asked:

You asked for this, Teru-san, you did! XD Hanamiya, Midorima and Murasakibara heavily drugged from wisdom tooth removal, interacting with their s/o. I know we're all gonna love this! 8D

And this is how I dig my own grave. (T ‿ T) Well then. For those who haven’t seen it, I wrote this prompt for Kagami and Aomine before. Here’s the same thing for Murasakibara, Hanamiya, and Midorima

“Nnnnn, Chibi-chinnn, do you thinnnnk that if Okamura dies, his sideburns will crawl off his face and innnnvade someone else’s? I don’t wannnnna be the victim.” 

Murasakibara tilted his head, intending to rest it on top of yours, but he only got as far as touching his own shoulder with his ear, with a long way down yet to your level. He realised his miscalculation and straightened up, supporting the back of his head on the wall behind him to stare at the ceiling with a dreamy smile. 

“Nnnnnnnn, but if it happens, I’ll protect you, Chibi-chinnn,” he promised with a serious nod. His cheeks were a cute shade of pink. He sighed happily, wrapped his long arm around you, and squeezed you to his side. “You’re so softy-squishy-squish. Nnnnn, squish-squish-squishy.” He giggled, accentuating each word by squeezing you a little more. “Squishy-squish.”

“Atsushi… air…” you wheezed. Murasakibara loosened his grip and pulled you into his lap instead, cuddling you and slowly rocking the both of you side-to-side while he hummed off-key. He nuzzled your hair and let out another happy sigh.

“Nmmmm, you smell sweet, Chibi-chin, I could eat you up,” he murmured. “Nnnnoooo… wait, wrong word. Hmmmmmmmm…” 

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“I Make The Reporter Beatbox” (Lin/Reader)

Ah yes, POV Switch day for @hamwriters write-a-thon. I was looking forward to this, but at the same time I wasn’t because I was afraid I’d slip back into second person accidentally, but I don’t think I did. I’m really proud of this, but kudos to @psychedemigod for the idea and encouragement and many gifs.

Also??? I have 193 followers? Thank you all so much! I’ll try to write some back up fics to post on some type of schedule once writeathon is over!

Warnings: Beatboxing? Coffee? Cookies? Nothing much, really. It’s p fluffy.

Words: 1000 (u g h so pleasing <3)

“Well you know,” I started, knowing the reaction I was to expect. “I make the reporter beatbox.” I cross my arms and see the reporter’s eyes go wide. I didn’t exactly know why, but I had a feeling that they would impress me and give me what I had been waiting for from a reporter. They seemed to know something about what they were doing with the actual interview and I was hoping they’d know what to do when beatboxing.

“Uh, well… Shit… I mean, I can do it! Alright, uh, I haven’t beatboxed since late high school or early college, Jesus Christ…” They laugh, rubbing their neck, setting their list of questions down on the table beside us. I cross my arms and smile at them, waiting.

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Malevolent Mistletoes

Summary: Dan and Phil hate each other and yet they’re underneath a mistletoe together.

Word Count: 1.1k

Genre: Fluff (and christmas)

you might have seen this already on the @phan-drabble-advent-calendar blog, but here’s for anyone who missed it! don’t forget to go check out the drabbles of other authors, there’s a new one every day this month!

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embarrassing sentence starters.

“ um, that’s not my name actually. ”
“ there’s toilet paper attatched to your shoe.. ”
“ you know, you’re dragging toilet paper with you, right? ”
“ there’s toilet paper hanging from your back. ”
“ could you pull your pants up? your crack is showing. ”
“ i can see your nipples through your shirt. ”
“ you know the bathroom door is wide open, right? ”
“ there’s a nude photo of you all over the internet right now. ”
“ did you mean to send me this nude photo of you? ”
“ yeah, i accidentally sent you a nude, could you just delete it. ”
“ i think you meant to text someone else your nudes, yeah? ”
“ um, is this text message really meant for me? ”
“ oh shit! i’m sorry, my bad, i didn’t think anyone was in here. ”
“ your back side is hanging out from your hospital gown. ”
“ wow, that is literally the smallest dick i’ve ever seen. ”
“ is your vagina always this loose? it just keeps falling out. ”
“ are you okay? you ran into that door pretty hard. ”
“ uh, yeah, i think your skirt is caught in the car door. ”
“ is there a reason your standing in the street bare naked? ”
“ hey, could you pull the bathroom door shut? ”
“ hey! if anyone can hear me, i could really use some toilet paper! ”
“ jesus, put a shirt on! ”
“ you smell like shit, have you showered lately? ”
“ your breath is on foul, seriously, do you own a toothbrush? ”
“ oh, my god! wow, okay, yeah. uhm, ever heard of knocking? ”
“ yeah, i’m trying to use the rest room here, could you leave? ”
“ are you jacking off in the stall next to me? ”
“ wow, could you not peek at me from the other stall?! thank you. ”
“ did i leave my keys at your house? oh nevermind, they’re in my hand. ”
“ hey, just calling to see if you’ve seen my phone anywhere? ”
“ have you seen my phone anywhere? oh wait, it’s in my hand. ”
“ oh, dear! are you alright? you hit the ground pretty hard. ”
“ what’s that stain on the back of your pants? ”
“ oh my god, did you really just fart? ”
“ i think your bleeding through, hunny. ”
“ there’s blood on the back of your shorts by the way. ”
“ your shit is stained yellow, under the arms, maybe you want to change. ”