yoga t

Okay yoga. or any form of mindful exercise (i.e. body building, walking through nature), can be really healthy for you, like any mindfulness meditation. If you’re struggling at the start you will get better after each and every time and make it work better for your body.

yoga is gentle and you can do it from your bed, so it can be especially helpful and versatile to people bearing with depression

Babysitter

Summary:  You were visiting home for the weekend to find out that your parents have hired a new babysitter.

Pairing: Kim Taehyung (V) / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 3.3k

A/N: Rated M - under 18 you have been warned :)

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You were finally coming home to visit your family, from spending an exhausting year at college. Summer break! Finally some relaxation, hopefully. Your younger siblings might make that impossible.

As soon as you packed your bags for the next few months you had to say goodbye to your roommate/ best friend.

“We are definitely hanging out.” You gladly accepted her request. She only lived an hour from your parents house.

-

As you stood outside your family home, something felt different. You felt like you’ve been gone for so long. You were only a freshman in college, so much change in so little time.

You walked into your house expecting loud chaos from your brother and sister but surprised from the quiet.

“Hello….I’m home.” No answer.

You heard faint screaming in the backyard. As soon as you open the sliding glass door, you saw the kids running, your father grilling and your mother basking in the sun. You missed this.

“(Y/N)’S home!!” You heard your brother and sister run over.

“I missed you guys.” You said as you got smothered into hugs.

-

The few hours you have been home, your old childhood friends were already contacting you to come hang out tonight. It was already 6 o'clock when you went downstairs ready to leave but you noticed that your parents were dressed in a fancy get-up.

“Are you guys going out?” You wished for a no, but judging by their clothes that would be unbelievable.

“Yes, the company your father works for is hosting a dinner party.”

You did your best to try to stay calm, you knew if you complained about having to babysit, you would sound stubborn from only being home a day.

“Does that mean I have to stay home?”

“Where are you going?” Your mother questioned.

“Liz and Sana asked me to come over.” You nervously asked.

“Can Tae watch us?” Your twelve year old brother interrupt.

“Please, please.” Your seven year old sister joined in.

“Who’s Tae?” You asked your parents.

“He’s the babysitter we hired while you were at school.” He?

“Okay I guess, you guys wear that poor kid out.” Your mother answered. He must be some high school kid trying to make money for a new car or worse video games.

“So…I can go?” You already tried to walk towards the door.

“Fine….I’ll call Taehyung….but please keep your phone on just in case.” Your mother demanded.

-

“These were the days.” Sana said as she sipped her beer. You were at a beach party, scattered around a bon fire. In high school, this was your weekend. Even though you’re not old enough to drink, but that never stopped the young people around here.

It’s your decision to not get too drunk though. You hated the experience and you got grounded for a month.

“Hey (Y/N), long time no see.” You saw your ex, if you can call him that Youngjin.

You dated him for a solid month, until you found out he was cheating on you. After you broke things off he would occasionally hit on you and other women in your perspective. It got annoying that you even gave him a bloody nose once.

“Aren’t you looking beautiful tonight.”

You didn’t answer you just smirked and turned your back.

“I’m going to get a drink.” You left.

As you leaned down to open the cooler you felt someone aggressively grab your ass. The pain shot your attention to the person behind you. Youngjin.

“Get your fucking hands off of me.” You felt a little dizzy from the alcohol but you still had your right mind to not let that type of behavior pass.

“What’s wrong, don’t you like that?” He teased.

You pushed him away hard enough to make him lose his balance.

-

Youngjin had ruined your night and you decided to head home. You didn’t feel sick but you did feel tired. As soon as you got home you saw your parents pull up the driveway. Great, what if they can smell the alcohol on you?

You followed your parents footsteps walking through the door.

“How were they?” You heard your parents talking in the living room.

“They were good.” You heard a genuine voice. Must be the babysitter.

“They’re sleeping already.” Your mother told your father.

“Oh (Y/N)….come meet Taehyung.” Your mom caught you half way up the staircase.

You quietly groaned as you made your way to the living room.

“Tae this is our daughter (Y/N).” Your mother moved out of your view to reveal your new replacement and your siblings new best friend.

“Hel-” You started to say but got caught off guard as soon as you saw the mystery man. You felt your mind go into a daze, he was so handsome. You felt butterflies in your stomach, how can someone make you so tongue tied.

“Hi.” You cleared your throat. As soon as you felt him embrace your hand you felt tingles shot throughtout your body.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He smiled an adorable smile that made you felt weak. “Your brother and sister share a lot of stories about you.”

You immediately blushed, knowing your sibling those stories were most likely embarrassing.

“Thank you for coming.” Your mother grabbed his attention from yours.

“It’s no problem, they’re entertaining.”  Your father laughed patting him on the back.

“Have a safe drive home.” Your mother hugged him. He really was your replacement, he was like part of the family now. He even got your brother and sister to bed quicker then you ever have.

“Bye.” You were caught staring the entire time.

“Have you been drinking?” You didn’t pay attention to your mother, you only paid attention to the adorable creature smirking at you as he walked out the door.

“(Y/N)? You have haven’t you? I can smell it.” Your mother pinched the top of her nose to stop a headache passing through.

“Those girls have always been a bad influence.”

“Mom no worries I only had like two drinks….trust me the first time was enough for me I never want to get drunk again.”

“Okay fine but please be responsible, you’re still considered under age.”

“For only three more months.” You defended.

“Doesn’t matter sweetie, the law is the law.” Your father rubbed your back then went upstairs.

“So Tae was cute wasn’t he?” Your mother teased.

“Mom.” You tried to hide your blush.

“He’s a nice boy.” Then your mother left you alone with your thoughts.

-

You made your way to the kitchen too early for your liking but school got you in the habit, even though you still felt groggy.

“(Y/N) sweetie, Taehyung will be here later to pick this up okay?” Your mother waved an envelope. “We didn’t have the cash to pay him last night, so he’s coming to pick it up okay.”

“Okay.” You yawned.

“Come on lets go.” Your mother guided your brother and sister out so they wouldn’t miss the school bus. They still had a another three weeks of school left.

-

You were bumming around just watching TV, when you heard the doorbell. You didn’t even think about it, you just got up and dragged yourself to the door.

When you opened the door you froze. Shit! Your mothers words flashed through your mind. Taehyung was suppose to pick up last night’s pay. If only you were more awake when your mother told you.

Here you were standing in front of an attractive man, wearing yoga shorts, baggy t-shirt, and hair tied up in a messy bun.

“Hi.” You nervously greeted.

“Hey.” He smiled. Butterflies, as he looked at your attire up and down.

“Sorry, I completely forgot you were coming.” You ran to kitchen quickly. As you searched through the kitchen drawers you couldn’t figure out where your mom could have put the envelope.

While you were still searching you heard someone clear their throat to get your attention.

“I got it.” You saw him take it off the magnet from the fridge.

“There it is.” You embarrassingly stated, causing him to laugh.

“How come you’re not in school, I figured you’re in high school?”

He laughed. “No I’m twenty-one.”

“Oh.” He’s older then you. “Are you in college?”

“No, I work with my parents.”

“Cool.” You said cheerfully, but you were just an awkward mess.

“I guess I better get going.” He smiled and started to leave.

“Okay see you later….or not…or I don’t know.” He turned around slightly and arched his eyebrows. Then he laughed cutely and shut the door behind him. You slapped your forehead disappointed in yourself.

“Why are you so awkward?” You whispered to yourself.

-

“You better be here in ten or we are leaving without you.” Liz snapped at you on the phone.

It was a few days later and your parents made plans for a social gathering for another work related thing. Your parents were pretty popular around the neighborhood.

You basically begged your mom to call Taehyung to babysit at last minute because your friends were hounding you to go to another party.

Your mother made the call, apologizing in the process, but you had to wait for Tae to get here yourself because your parents were running late. Your brother and sister was of course excited, they beg for him to be here all the time, even if your parents are home.

When you hung up the phone call with your friend, you heard a knock on the door.

You rushed over to answer and there he was, looking attractive as ever.

“Hi.” You greeted. He smiled, but as soon as he saw your outfit he was taken back. You couldn’t read his facial expression, he just looked shocked. Was it too much? You settled in a tight black skirt, stopping mid-thigh and a long sleeve black and red crop top that stopped right before your waist. It wasn’t too revealing but not too clean either.

As soon as he slightly brushed past you, you heard your sister run into the room and attacked Tae with hugs, not to long your brother.

“Okay, my number is on the fridge if you need me.”

“Bye.” Your sister waved, not even paying attention.

“I wont be too long.”

“Don’t have too much fun.” Taehyung smirked.

-

The party was a disaster, it was over crowed, you were constantly getting dry humped on by dumb drunks and better yet your friends abandoned you, probably some random hook up. You have only been here two hours and counting.

As you were getting ready to leave, you bumped into someone. “Hey sexy.” Youngjin. Ugh.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. Goodbye,” but before you could leave he grabbed your wrist pushing you up against the wall.

“Let go.” He put his lips onto yours. You tried all your strength to push him off but he was not budging.

You bit his lip as hard as you can and kneed him in the stomach, giving you a few seconds to make a run for it.

“You bitch!” You heard him shout in pain.

-

You drove home as quick as you can not caring about leaving your friends. They can find their own ride. You didn’t even have an ounce of alcohol this time, maybe if you did you would of enjoyed yourself more. But you were proud you didn’t, Youngjin would of probably of taken an advantage of you and you would of let him.

Honestly you wished you could of met someone like your friends, you’ve been single for a long time and worse, sexually frustrated. Seeing your college friends in relationships were quiet envious. As you can tell though you have a lot to learn, you are too awkward with attractive men. Tae for example, he probably thinks you’re weird.

-

When you pulled up to the house, you noticed your parents weren’t home yet, as expected. You entered and you saw your brother sleeping in the recliner and your sister cuddled up next to Tae, trying to stay awake.

Tae looked at you surprised that you were home sooner then he thought.

“Hey.” He greeted. “How was whatever?”

“Sucked.” You slouched on the love seat.

“Date?” You were surprised at his annology.

“Party.” You looked down. “And my friends ditched me again so I wasn’t having fun.”

“That’s because they suck.” Dara, your little sister yawned.

“I think it’s time you go to bed.” You got up as you guided your sleepy brother up to his bedroom.

When you left his room, you saw Tae carrying Dara on his shoulder, gently putting her to bed.

“Thank you…you can go home if you want.” You suggested.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” He kindly offered.

“Yeah.” You blushed.

You followed him downstairs to the living room.

“I’ll make some popcorn.” You left and went to the kitchen.

You sighed, still thinking about the party. What’s wrong with you?

“Do you want to talk about it?” You heard Tae sweetly ask as you turned around.

“It’s nothing really, I just wish I could meet the standards that my friends have….I’m always a buzz kill.”

“What do you mean?” He questioned getting closer.

“My friends are so pretty and so good at talking to attractive guys….I mean thats why I can’t even talk to you.” You rambled as you turned around to the ding of the microwave. Then it hit you of what you just said.

When you turned around embarrassingly, he was leaning on the counter next to you.

“You have trouble talking to guys?” He questioned. You just nodded. “You’re talking to me right now.” He smiled.

“And if you ask me, a lot of guys are probably tongue tied talking to you.” He blushed. Wait. Did he blush at you?

You froze as he grabbed onto the counter behind you locking you in place.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“N-no.” You tried your best to speak. “Just nervous.”

He looked down shyly. “I felt intimidated as soon as I saw you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah…your sister talks about how pretty you are but I had no idea.”

Your breathing got heavier as you felt him lean in closer to you.

“Are you going to kiss me?” You whispered.

He arched his eyebrows. “If that’s okay with you.”

You nodded.

As soon as he press his lips to yours, he was surprisingly gently.

You kissed back, lacing your fingers through the back of his hair, slightly tugging. He grabbed your waist pulling you in closer so your hips were aligned, making the butterflies in your stomach shiver throughout your body.

You felt Tae deepen the kiss when you felt his tongue moisture your bottom lip trying to have access inside. It didn’t take you long to open your mouth, letting his tongue explore.

He slowly backed away to take a breather as he moved on to your neck. You bit your lips and tilted your head back as the pleasure was causing the dampness between your legs. The things you felt his tongue could do, you never felt more inexperienced in your life. You only had sex once and it was a dumb mistake with Youngjin, who purposely got you drunk. You don’t remember hardly anything from that night, so this was a new feeling to you.

Tae lightly sucking all up and down your neck, leaving marks behind. He reached around kissing you passionately again as he picked you up and placed you on to the counter top.

You both stopped for a second, resting your foreheads against each other. Your breathing was not slowing down from the gently touching, making his way up your shirt.

The adrenaline was revealing a side of you you never seen before. As he was making his way up to your bra, you grabbed a hold of his belt buckle. Your confidence getting the better of you. You undid his belt along with his pants.

“You really want to do this?” He asked concerned. You just nodded desperately.

“What if your parents walk in on us….I think it would be clear I would be fired.” You giggled from how cute he was.

“When it comes to social gathering my parents won’t be back till midnight….trust me.” You said lustfully.

He went back to kissing you, slowly pulling your shirt above your head and on to the floor. You placed your hand once more to his now open pants buckle, gently rubbing the sensitive area. As you started feeling him get harder he grabbed your hand stopping you.

“I wont last much longer if you keep doing that.” He laughed out of breath.

His fingers danced up your thighs making their way under your skirt. You felt his finger hook the edge of your underwear pulling them down.

You could feel your heart beating out of your chest, but you loved every second of it.

You saw Taehyung looked down disappointed. “I don’t have…..-protection.”

You laughed from the worry on his face. “What….I wasn’t planning on coming here, thinkin-” You kissed him to stop his ramble.

“It’s fine….I’m on birth control.” You pulled down the rest of your underwear and tossed them to the floor. He leaned into you closer, quickly pulling his pants down only enough to be exposed.

He leaned his forehead to yours for a second like he was thinking. Your breathing quickened when you felt his member brush your folds.

“You sure-” He asked once more.

“Yes Tae.”

Then he pushed into you, following your request. You quietly squealed from the surprise of his size. You stiffened until your body could adjust. “You okay?” He asked sweetly.

You nodded wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him in even closer. He started kissing your neck once again as he started thrusting inside of you deeper. You couldn’t help but moan loudly as he quicken his movements.

He suddenly stop putting his hand over your mouth. “Let’s try not to wake your siblings okay.” He laughed.

“Sorry.” You pouted.

He rocked his hips as he leaned into you, kissing your neck diligently. He quickened his speed harder hitting your g spot. You felt a rush as the pleasure was setting in. The only sound was your heavy breathing and the light tapping from underneath you. You felt your walls clench as you heard his low grunts, the way he was turning you on you were going to let go any second.

“Tae.” You cried.

“Fuck….I’m-” You couldn’t get your words out. You were a moaning mess as you felt sensitive from your orgasm flooding through. You were trying to refrain yourself as best as you could, but the ecstasy was throwing you off. The new feeling made you numb.

“Shhhh.” He smirked.

You could tell he was close from his movements being sloppy. You embraced him with another tender kiss to ease his pleasure. You felt your body go weak as soon as his juices shot through your body warming you up, the whole experience made you feel drowsy. 

You guys were breathing heavy as you stopped to process what just happened. You bit your lip as you looked up at him nervously. “Do you want to go watch that movie now?” You suggested.

He looked at you amused and laughed. “Sure.”

You watched him back away from you and buckle his pants. You couldn’t help but blush, the way he looked at you was so sexy. You developed feelings for him in such a short time.

You were about to hop off the counter when he grabbed your hips helping you down. “Wow a gentleman.” You teased.

“I’m going to change into something more comfortable.” He nodded. As soon as you turned towards the stairs he grabbed your wrist pulling you to his chest. He grabbed the back of your neck pulling you in a deep passionate kiss.

“Don’t be too long.” He bit his lip and made his way to the living room.

-

You and Taehyung were cuddled up on the couch with a blanket drenched over you. He would steal kisses from you here and there. He was sweet and adorable and the butterflies in your stomach were never ending. You were hoping that this wasn’t a one time thing. He made you feel….happy.

-

Your parents came home at the time expected, 1 o'clock.

Your mother came into the living room surprised to see that you and Taehyung were sleeping on the couch, cuddled side by side.

“Minho, come look at this.”

Your father just arched an eyebrow.

“They look so cute.” Your mother said.

“Should we wake them?” Your father asked.

“No let them sleep.”

-

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Split - Kai Scenario. Part 4

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 3145

A/n: I finally uploadeed!!!

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Originally posted by illegalkai

When you and Tae return from your work on Friday, he doesn’t even let you take off his jacket properly. He quickly gets rid of his shoes and runs off to somewhere in the house.

You know what he feels. Of course you know, don’t you feel the same too? Everything inside your body is shaking from nervousness or excitement or maybe anxiety, but this time you are determined to control yourself. You are a mother. You won’t let yourself act like a teenager again.

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earned it (isaac lahey one-shot)

Originally posted by just-me-and-the-tv

Summary: On that lonely night you said it wouldn’t be love. But we felt the rush. It made us believe there was only us convinced we were broken inside.

Pairing: Isaac x OC

Rating: is sub!isaac a rating?


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Tuesdays

Pairings: Bucky / Reader

Warnings: Memory Loss and Fluff maybe the tiniest bit of Angst

Request: @georgiagrl1990 movie night with Bucky? 

AN: A nice bit of fluff goodness with Bucky and Reader. Request for the ever so beautiful @georgiagrl1990

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Tuesday was your favourite day of the week. You knew this was an unorthodox opinion and probably wasn’t shared by many people. If you’d picked Friday of course this would have been easy to explain, Saturday as well for completely obvious reasons. Tuesday though, beginning of the week so people were still recovering from the weekend and not fair enough into the week for people to have started looking forward to the weekend.

You were an epic Tuesday fan though, you always left your office in the evening with an extra skip in your step. Happily going to the grocery shop to stock up on mint choc chip ice cream, bags of Doritos and a 6 pack of beer.

You’d go back to your apartment, dump the groceries and kick out of the heels you wore in the office. Changing your skirt and blouse for the comfortable yoga pants and oversized t-shirts you wore at home.

You got home usually at about 7:30pm the knock on your door came roughly the same time every Tuesday evening at about 8:15pm. This was the reason for why Tuesday’s were so wonderful for you.

When you opened the door Bucky was stood there, hoody pulled up over his head shadowing his face and regulatory gloves covering his metal armed hand.

Every single Tuesday if Bucky was in New York and not on mission he would come to your apartment. The both of you would turned off your phones so no one could get in touch with you. You had a landline if it was an emergency. Then you would curl up on your sofa with nothing but junk food and watch movies until early in the morning.

It was quite regularly that you would wake up in the morning having fallen asleep on top of Bucky on the sofa. You never slept better than you did on a Tuesday evening on top of him, listening to the steady thump of his heart and feeling safe and protected wrapped in his arms.

“Hey doll” Bucky leant forwards and gently kissed your cheek, he stripped of the hoody as you closed the door behind him coming up to rest against his back, pressing your face into the space between his shoulders. “You alright?”

“I missed you”

He loosened the grip you had around his chest to turn around so he could face you, bringing his hands up to cup your face. He’d taken the gloves off as well, comfortable enough around you to not care about his metal prosthetic. “I’m here now”

Smiling you gripped his hands in your own, taking them down from your face to pull him from your hallway into the living room. Snacks and beer already on the coffee table you sat on the sofa with Bucky sitting down beside you.

“What’s on the viewing list for tonight doll?”

You’d been working through Empires list of the 100 Greatest Movies. So far Bucky had loved Toy Story gotten completely confused by the portrayal of Nazi’s in Inglorious Basterds and had down right hated Silence of the Lambs. Turned out the super soldier was not a fan of horror movies. Tonight’s offering was number 41 on the list ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’.

“It’s the same actress from Titanic” you pointed out as Kate Winslet came onto the screen.

Bucky’s nose scrunched up adorably. “The ship one? Totally unrealistic”

“Hey” you brought your legs up onto the couch using one foot to kick at his thigh. “That’s one of my favourite movies. Don’t you go criticising it Barnes”

He grabbed your ankle to stop you kicking him anymore. “You know my Ma told me about that day, when the news came through that it had sank”

The reminder of just when he had been born hit you but was soon replaced by curiosity. “What did she say?”

His thumb was rubbing circles onto the skin of your ankle as he paused thinking about memories long since hidden. “No one really believed it at first, not until the other shop docked with the survivors. Afterwards there were lies and stories about cover ups.”

“So not much has changed really?”

He smiled ironically “power still corrupts and people with money still rule”

“Well that’s cheery”

Bucky just shrugged, eyes going back to the movie playing on your TV set. About half way through you twisted around so you could lean against him, Bucky’s arm coming around your shoulders so you could settle comfortably against him. He’d popped the top off of a beer and had the bottle dangling from the fingers of his left hand.

You hadn’t actually thought about what this movie showed until the end and Bucky was remaining silent. It was only then that you thought about the memory loss and the machine in the film. About the idea of wiping the memories of someone you used to love. Sure, the people in the movie had done it voluntarily but even so.

“Bucky? You alright?”

His hand tightened on your shoulder. “Would you forget me?” he asked you. “if whatever we have ended badly, would that be enough for you to want to wipe out your whole memories?”

“No” it was a flat statement of absolute certainty. “There is nothing you could ever do that would make me want me forget you James Barnes” when he still didn’t move, tension still in his muscles you reached up grabbing his chin to force him to look at you. “You planning on breaking my heart Sergeant?”

His lips twitched at your poor attempt at a southern accent. “No doll” he reassured you leaning down to kiss the tip of your nose. “I ain’t gonna break it”

“Want to watch another one?”

He was silent a bit longer before shaking his head. Instead he twisted his own body getting his legs up on the sofa one on either side of you, he moved you around so your back was pressed to his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

You understood his need for touch, knew that he’d been starved of affection for too long and after all it was no hardship for you to simply lay there in his arms. Enjoying the feel of his all around you. He was safety and warmth.

“Have you been busy?”

“Me?” you asked although the question was largely rhetorical “no not really, the university is always quiet over summer so its mainly just the occasional tourist and Ph.D. students”

“and your thesis?”

Groaning you shook your head on his chest “lets just not go there”

His chest rumbled in silent laughter but he did at least manage to keep any other comments to himself. Which was a good job because the subject of your currently stalled Ph.D. thesis was a sore one.

The two of you lapsed back into silence and soon the silence changed to drowsiness and then sleep.

 *****

You only woke because your pillow was moving, why was your pillow moving? And why did your pillow smell like Bucky?

Your eyes flickered open and through blurry vision you saw Bucky’s face hovering in front of you. He was crouched beside the sofa and you were now laying only on the cushions with him pulling a blanket over your shoulders.

“Buck?”

“Shhh, it’s alright doll go back to sleep”

“You have to leave?”

He nodded “I have to leave”

“No” you gripped onto the collar of his t-shirt like a child refusing to let go of him. “don’t want you to go”

He kissed you softly, his lips moving over yours sent warmth all the way down to your toes. He uncurled your fingers from his shirt and then kissed each of your fingers as well. “You know I don’t want to”

“I know” sighing you pulled your arm back into the warmth under the blanket as he stood pulling his hoody and gloves back on.

You couldn’t watch him leave you once more so instead you closed your eyes as his footsteps grew quieter and then you heard the soft catch of the door.

Yes, you loved Tuesdays, they may be your favourite day of the week because Bucky was there. Wednesday mornings though, well they broke your heart each and every time.

Block Your Shot - Zach Werenski #9

Originally posted by phillymyers

about/request: Can you possibly do something where werenski does something that really hurts you (find out he cheated/ your relationship started as a bet) and you end up crying and he has to make it up to you

warnings: none

authors note: super cliche but i haven’t written anything close to a ‘relationship as a bet’ thing in a while so i tried my hand at it again. i hope you like it!! i’m also sorry there isn’t much of a him making it up to you part because i got really into my strong, independent woman feelings woops

word count: 1372

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“You Good?” (Requested)

Sam Wilson x Reader

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Request: “Could you possibly do a fic with Sam? The reader works for Shield, more as a backup agent with the computers. She’s shy, but has a kind personality. She meets Sam one day buy getting shot at an attack on the Shield base and he helps her get away safely. Later they become friends and one day while running together she gets flustered by him and runs faster to hide her face but it causes her to loose her breath and when he catches up, she admits she likes him. Thank you!” - anon <3

Word Count: 2120

A/N: I’m currently freezing my ass off in Starbucks, so if there are any errors or this sucks I’m sorry but I’m shivering too much to edit it and if I wait ‘til I’m home I won’t have this up for another couple of days. I hope you enjoy, anon!

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Secrets

By: ProMarvelFanGirl

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1235

A/N:  Was totally inspired by the tv show Friends on this one :). You, Bucky, Sam, and Steve spill some secrets


You were pulling the laundry out of the dryer, dancing around while you did chores, in some yoga pants and giant t-shirt.  You noticed one of Bucky’s sweatshirts tossed carelessly on top of the washing machine.  You pick it up biting your lip and inhale his scent.  His scent always made you happy and leaves you feeling safe.

“I saw that.”  Sam smirks at you from the door, having watched you jump at the sound of his voice.  You drop the sweatshirt and shoot him a glare.  You were busted.   You can see his smirk and know that you had to make an excuse and fast.

“Saw what?” You huff at Sam crossing your arms over your chest.   You look at him and know that whatever you say will mean nothing.  You collect your basket of clothes and hold it on your hip.

“You need to tell him.  We all can see it.”  Sam says as you brush past him into the living room.  He wastes no time in following you, practically smashing into you as you walk faster to try to escape him.

“I can’t, don’t be stupid.”  You say over your shoulder at him.  Just as Sam was about to retort, Bucky and Steve came into the living room having just finished their run.   Both men were slightly flushed from exhaustion, but carefree none the less.

“Don’t be stupid about what?” Steve questions, looking between you and Sam.  Bucky looks at you both with a curious expression, his head titled slightly.  Steve raises his eyebrows at you both expecting an answer.

“Nothing” you announce quickly readying yourself to leave the room and out of Bucky’s gaze.  You begin to make your way out out of the room still balancing the basket on your hip.

“Awww come on spill Y/n!”  Steve laughs, this was going to be good judging by your appearance.  You looked as if you were going to run screaming from the room at any moment.  You were shifting your weight from foot to foot and biting your lip.  Sam began to open his mouth as if he was going to spill your secret, “Don’t you dare Wilson!”  

You drop your laundry basket on the chair and make your way to stand beside Steve who is facing Sam and Bucky.   You cross your arms again, looking anywhere but at the men near you.

“Leave her alone, if she doesn’t want you to tell then don’t.”  Bucky defends you, moving to stand across from you.   You shoot him a thankful smile and turn to pick your laundry basket back up again and make your way to your room.

“He’s defending you!  Tell him!” Sam demands stopping you in your tracks.   You turn to face the three men now staring at you.  You drop your basket letting the plastic hit the wood floor loudly.

“Just leave her alone Sam, She doesn’t need to say anything unless she wants to”  Bucky defends you again shooting another grin that has you melting.  Sam gets a big grin on his face and you know what is coming.  You are about to lunge at him to try and cover his big mouth.  Before you can even move it is too late.

“Y/n steals bucky’s sweatshirts to sleep in, cause she likes the way Bucky smells.”  Sam announces with a shit eating grin.  You gasp and stare at him shocked.  You turn towards Bucky who is looking at you with an unreadable expression and Steve has the making of a small grin forming on his face.

You furiously point at Sam and scream, “Yeah?  Well Sam had a SEX dream about STEVE!”

Steve immediately turned to Sam with a shocked expression, while Sam looked on horrified at the change of topic.   Bucky howled with laughter, almost unable to catch his breath.  Steve sensing his wingman’s discomfort, decides to rat out his brother in arms. “Bucky is in love with Y/N!”

Bucky gasps and looks at you with wide eyes, which then narrows quickly as he turns toward Steve.   He takes a deep breath before saying calmly. “Steve sleeps with a body pillow he calls Peggy.”  

Steve sputters not knowing where to go from here.  Your face is bright red and you are unable to look Bucky in the eye.  Bucky has sat down on the nearby chair and is staring at his hands.   Sam’s chest is heaving while sending daggers toward your form.  Finally you say, “No one hears about this agreed?”  

“Agreed”  the boys all reply in unison.  Sam slowly backs his way out of the room not daring to look at Steve.  

Steve begins to walk down the hall toward his room saying, “I am going to take a nap.”  Realizing what he said he looks horrified and runs out of the room.

Bucky gets up from his chair wiping his hands on his black sweatpants finally looking up to meet your eyes.  You both stare at each other not knowing what to do.

“Y/n, I - I don’t mind if you use my sweatshirts.” Bucky says with a lopsided smile.

You look at him with a shy smile of your own, walking towards him so you are but a few inches apart.  “I don’t mind that you’re in love with me, cause I love you too.”

You push your lips on to his and he returns the kiss feverently.  He moves his metal hand to your waist making you gasp slightly, while his human hand cups your face gently.   After a few moments you break apart breathless.  You can’t help the little laugh that escapes you.  Bucky gives you a questioning look and fond smile.

“A sex dream and a body pillow?”  You grin at him pressing your forehead against his chest.  You could feel the rumble of laughter in his chest.

The next morning you walked in the dining room where everyone was sitting enjoying their breakfast.  You took the open seat between Nat and Bucky with a slight grin on your face.  You push up the sleeves of Bucky’s hoodie that you are wearing,  he smiles and puts his arm around your chair rubbing his hand against your shoulder.

Nat and Clint immediately notice this change in your and Bucky’s seating arrangements.   Nat meets eyes with Sam and motions towards Bucky’s arm around you and the small circles he was tracing on your shoulders.   Clint looks at Steve and points toward you and the sweatshirt that has Brooklyn across it.  The same sweatshirt Bucky wears everywhere.

You look up and meet Sam and Steve’s smirking faces.  Sam opens his mouth and points towards you with his spoon.   Just as he is about to say something, you smile at him and ask, “Have a good dream last night?”

His face immediately drops.   You feel Bucky’s arm shaking with silent laughter, he looks up at his best friend and says, “You sleep okay pal?”  

Steve’s face flushes turning everything from his neck to the tips of his ears red.   You turn and meet Bucky’s eyes and bite your lip.  Only releasing it to give Bucky a kiss on the cheek.  Clint and Natasha look at each other not exactly sure what was going on.  Nat turns to you with a curious look on her face, “What the hell is happening here.”

You turn to Nat with a cheeky smile, “Can’t tell you.  It’s a secret.”

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It’s amazing, Kaidan thinks, how sometimes clothes can be sexier than wearing nothing at all.

Kaidan very much appreciates naked Shepard, but right from the moment they met, the N7 armour has always done good things for him. There’s the N7 jacket, too. Kaidan’s always loved good leather - the buttery softness of it under his fingers, the smell of it when he gets up close. The time he went up to Shepard’s cabin to see him wearing that and nothing but a pair of tight black briefs will forever be one of his favourite memories. 

What came after wasn’t bad either.

Then there’s Shepard wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt in rare moments of downtime, when they have no plans other than cuddling on the sofa and watching bad vids. Seeing someone as private and guarded as Shepard in casual clothes is intimate and sweet and somehow deeply sexy.

And right now: Shepard in swimwear. It might be Kaidan’s favourite of all.

They’re on O’ahu, almost a year after the end of the war. Shepard’s still healing, the scar around his bicep from the arm transplant still red and angry under the zinc sunblock. The burn scars are faded now but still there if you know where to look, if you know where to kiss while whispering I love you, Shepard, I love you so much. There are other scars, too, on legs and waist and face. Kaidan knows Shepard’s self-conscious about it, however much he pretends he isn’t, so swimwear is a big deal. There’s black shorts with the distinctive red and white stripe, and he’s found an aloha shirt that miraculously doesn’t clash. Do they not make an N7 version? Kaidan had asked this morning, grinning, and Shepard had kissed him to shut him up.

They’ve found a secluded beach on the North Shore, and they’re sitting side by side on the sand, legs touching. Kaidan’s bad knee is screaming at him, but it’s okay; he’s gotten good at ignoring it. There aren’t many people out here with them. It’s early, and the winter waves are too intense for all but the very best surfers. Along with the shorts and open shirt, Shepard’s wearing a pair of aviators and as gorgeous as the view is, Kaidan can’t look away from him.

Catching him looking, Shepard grins and lowers his shades. “See something you like, Alenko?”

“Very, very much.”

Shepard’s smile slips, and he looks away, squinting at the horizon. Quietly, barely audible over the crashing waves, he asks, “Still?”

“Always.”

Shepard’s smile returns, and he looks at Kaidan out of the corner of his eye. “You’re my favourite, too. Especially in those shorts. I bet they’d look even better wet and clingy.”

Kaidan snorts and shakes his head. “Subtle, Shepard.”

He waggles his eyebrow and gestures to the ocean. “You didn’t say no.”

“I don’t trust my leg to cope with those waves,” Kaidan says, with a shrug that belies how much those words weigh. There’s a beat of silence, then he smiles. “But we do have a pool back at the house.”

Shepard hmms and then stands, offering Kaidan a hand up. He’s grinning as he does, and Kaidan can’t help but return it, because that right there, Shepard’s smile? That sexier than all the armour and leather jackets and swimwear in the world.

Asanas for Anger || Closed

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When Magnus opened his yoga studio a few years back, it was supposed to be just a general practice kind of place.  Classes throughout the day with private lessons available in the evenings and weekend.  He had someone convinced his closest friends - Ragnor, Raphael, Cat, Clary and Simon - to take his first set of classes.  While Clary, Simon and Cat had always been friendly people, the same could not be said for the other two.  However, as Magnus had always believed, yoga could help everyone, even his two surly friends.

When it was obvious that he could use his yoga classes to help people with their anger problems as well as other things, he started offering a class one night a week Asanas for Anger to help those in Cat’s budding therapy practice do something more physical than just talk about their problems.  The class turned out to be more popular than he expected, was now offered three times a week, and turned out to be one of Magnus’ favorite ones to teach.

“Welcome to Asanas for Anger,” he smiled at the two newcomers.  “Come in, grab a mat and find a place on the floor.  We’ll get started in just a moment.”

False Thinking

Originally posted by thugshawn

Requested by @blacklittlepill: request: can you please make an imagine in which you are in a bad day and your self esteem is so low lately and you start comparing yourself with other girls and do not feel good enough for shawn and he tries to calm you down being as cute as he can?

Note: NEVER think you’re not good enough for someone and NEVER compare yourself to others, because they are not YOU and you are amazing.

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“And what do you think about her?” The interviewer shoves his mic towards Shawn.

“Camilla?” He asks.

“Yes, what do you think about her?”

“She’s super nice and really funny and bad at teaching Spanish!” He laughs.

“Do you see something between the two of you?”

Shawn licks his lips and pauses, looking irritated as the question is asked.

“No, I actually have a girlfriend. A girlfriend that I love very much, so thank you. I’m done with this interview, but it was nice speaking to you, man.” Shawn leaves quickly, the interview ending.

You roughly slam the top of your laptop shut, feeling infuriated.

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thatdruidbitch  asked:

Auntie Jilly, where can I start out my fabulous older goth wardrobe? I'm 35 and decided I love things that are your aesthetic and love your outfits, and I wanting to branch out from my rut of yoga pants and t shirts. Where can I find patterns or inexpensive skirts and blouses and vests in roughly a size 16-18?

ChicStar (www.chicstar.com) has a pretty good range of blouses and skirts for reasonable(ish) prices. They USED to have the perfect vest, but have since discontinued it.

Torrid and Hot Topic (which does plus sizes now!) actually occasionally have good elder goth pieces: they’ve done some cute frock coats, military jackets, and tailcoat vests. And if you’re willing to sign up for their mailing lists, they’re always running some sort of sale or discount code.

Holy Clothing (www.holyclothing.com) have a lot of wonderful flowy blouses and skirts at various prices, and often have discount codes through their mailing list. However, be warned: while Holy Clothing has wonderful things, they used to use g*psy in their descriptions. But I’m not seeing it on their site now, so perhaps they’ve finally learned better. 

As for patterns: I don’t know. I don’t really sew garments from scratch, because I am a lazy, lazy sewer AND I hate reading patterns. Do any of the rest of you peeps have suggestions?

Lunchtime Drabble: Training the Inhuman (2/?)

Pairing: Avengers x Reader for now. Relationships develop as I go.
Word Count: 1058 (a little long today)
Warnings: short reader, fluff, fighting, a little angst.


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Y/N found Bruce in his lab, head bent over a computer monitor in deep concentration.

“Hey, Dr. Banner,” she said softly, not wanting to jar him out of his thoughts. It didn’t work, he still jumped.

“Oh, Y/N, hey, what can I do for you?” he adjusted his glasses as he looked up and gave her a small smile.

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