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*fantasizes about you fantasizing about me*

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I wanna see ’em

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Total Zero

Needy is missing, Jennifer has a new best friend, and the hunger never stops.

1.1k words | Jennifer Check/Reader

Hello! Trying to come back from a long hiatus, any comments and constructive criticism would be much appreciated. Hope you enjoy <3

“Seriously, babe, are you done getting ready or am I supposed to give you the beauty queen treatment myself?”

You sigh and drop your hand, defeated to your lap. Now you’ve got mascara on your nose bridge and a pissed off Jennifer. Tonight’s forecast is looking sunny, folks.

“Jennifer, I really don’t know if we should be doing this… I mean, who’s going to show up at this party anyway, with, like, half the school on curfew,” you explain. “Maybe it’ll be lame.”

You hear steps coming your way and turn from doing your makeup on the floor to see Jennifer leaning against your bedroom wall, arms crossed in front of her chest. The words, THAT’S HOT , are printed in red over the white cotton. Jennifer has elected to wear a lace bra underneath and despite being recently reunited with your former best friend, you’re looking at her now in a way you hope she doesn’t call attention to.

Why? Because since Needy and Jennifer had a “bestie breakup”, Jennifer reinstated you as her new BFF and you really don’t think she’ll appreciate you giving her fashion advice. Also, because Jennifer is fucking smoking hot now.

Jennifer squeezes her biceps and groans, “What party could ever be lame if we show up?”

You wiggle further into the fur rug on the ground and throw your makeup into a bin next to the bed. You shrug, “I don’t know, Jen. Maybe it’ll be a sausage fest.”

She laughs and throws her hair back. Then locks her blue eyes on yours and raises an eyebrow.

“What, are you saying that wouldn’t be fun? Buck up, buttercup; boys are just toys anyway, sweets,” Jennifer walks closer to you.

It doesn’t make sense, really, how charming Jennifer is. She’s the queen of spitting hellfire and brimstone at the slightest sign of not getting her way. One time, you watched her tell the captain of the football team that she’d give him a second date when he started growing his dark and curlies on his chest instead of his pussy– and she said this in front of the whole cafeteria. It was an absolute bloodbath. He started walking around with his shirt unbuttoned to try to save face. Totally didn’t work. But Jennifer is Jennifer, and the bitter always comes with a little bit of honey.

She comes behind you and laces her arms around your neck. In the mirror, she brings her lips just shy from your ear, her breath warm and cloying.

“Will you come with me?”

You gasp and choke and tip forward until your hands are twisted in the shag carpet under you. Jennifer fucking knows what she does to you, she has to– or, maybe she’s just cruel.

“Aww, did I scare you? Relax, I just want to have some fun tonight and I don’t want to be alone. I want you to come with me. Pretty please?” This seductress laughs and pulls you back to her. “But if the boys suck, I think we can be each other's eye candy. You’re too pretty to be left alone.”

Lost for words, there’s not much else you can do but nod silently. Jennifer beams and draws you into a rib-breaking hug, kisses you on the cheek, and fixes her hair in the mirror after. You could never catch her less than gorgeous.

You nod again, to reassure yourself more than her. “Yeah… Yeah, it’ll be great, Jen. You’re right, I could use some stress relief. Jen?”

You turn around and Jennifer’s sitting on your bed, lacing her shoes up. Her legs are long in those jeans, and you could imagine a reality not too different from this one where she has them wrapped around your head in that same spot…

“Hey, are things okay with Needy? I haven’t seen her since prom and I know you said you had a big fight but… Well, with everyone disappearing… She’s okay, right? Like you’ve seen her?” You ask, hoping and dreading that this wouldn’t pit Jennifer against you for the rest of the night.

“Ugh,” Jen spits.

You stand and dust off your lap. You were going to have to get drunk later to forget about tonight. You were going to get drunk anyway, at the risk of telling Jennifer that you don’t see her in the sandbox kind of love anymore, but in a more liquid, sensual way. She’d either grab you by the hair and kiss you or ruin you so bad you would have to skip town and assume a new identity. Either way, Jennifer Check would be the death of you.

“Hey,” you startle when Jennifer calls, “Here’s the sitch: Needy is a total zero. Total fucking zero now, got it? And you’re a ten. You’re a dime, honey.”

You look up at her and she motions you to come close. There’s no way you can’t obey her anyway. She sighs and grabs your hand. She’s warm and soft and smells like summertime. Your heart pounds painfully in your chest.

Jennifer leans against you and sighs, “Needy moved. That’s why we were fighting. She didn’t tell me until right before she moved. She thought it would hurt less. It didn’t.”

You squeeze her hand back. “I’m sorry.”

She scoffs, “Don’t be. You’re more fun anyway. Get up, let’s head out already.”

You’re pulled up, still with your hand gripped tightly in hers. There are so many questions you have, and none of them feel appropriate right now… Jennifer is right, you think, l need to let loose.

She drags you out of the bedroom but stops abruptly, letting you crash into her.

“Fuck, Jen, what was that–” you hiss.

“Hold on,” she says, then grabs your jaw. A lump jumps from your stomach up to where her hands are and you hold your breath. She brings her thumb up to her lips and you follow how her mouth opens. Her tongue, pink and fucking wet, peeks out. “You can’t go out looking like that, dummy.”

Before you know what’s going on, she’s rubbing the space between your eyes and you’re blinking fast. You gasp and step back to touch your face…

“Remember, you’re a ten. Smokin’ ten. I’m not going to let you leave the house with your makeup fucked up, that’s a total zero move. I’ve got you, baby girl.”

Between your lungs, heart, and blood all rushing and thumping you can’t will your legs to move.

Jennifer laughs and grabs you again, pulling you towards the door, the party, the boys.

“Hurry up, I’m starving– let’s find some fresh meat.”

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THE SHARPEST LIVES 

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and if you’ve still got something left...

another mcr edit. sorry for the inactivity. i made an aes insta so follow me at i.wont.blackout for some more content, just as infrequently <3

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I haven't read a lot of fic lately but something about this one drew me in. This was immensely comforting and incredibly well written! I love how Bucky's personality really shines through-- as well as his past and traumas-- and shapes him into a very sympathetic, courageous character ... Not sure if that makes sense to anyone but me, but in short I really loved this fic and found some comfort in it :*) thanks!

Safe

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Word Count: 4882 Warnings: fluff, angst, attempted sexual assault 

Summary: The ride home turns dangerous until you find safety with an unlikely stranger.

A/N: This is my submission for @beckzorz Becca’s 1k Writing Challenge. My prompt was Public Transportation. Thank you as always to my Sam 💕 @buckyofthemyscira for beta reading! gif not mine

Routines have become a healthy part of Bucky Barnes’ life. Not to say his routines are really healthy but he tries. When Bucky’s not on a mission his day is executed the same way; get up, hit the gym, ignore Sam’s bullshit, hit the kitchen, hit the showers, ignore more of Sam’s bullshit, train a bit, hit the kitchen again, clean his guns, threaten Sam with his newly cleaned guns, attempt to learn about modern day media (What’s a mee-mee?), give up and read a book because thankfully those haven’t changed, hit the kitchen again because truthfully he loves eating and finally after getting into his final squabble with Sam he gets in bed.

Bucky doesn’t sleep though, he wants to but he can’t. He doesn’t understand how people can just lay their head on their pillow, shut their eyes and fall asleep. It seems simple and he used to be able to do it but now it would be like asking him to magically transform his metal arm back to flesh. He just can’t.

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Hi! My name is Maya and I'm a queer nonbinary student who's unemployed at the moment.

I'm in the process of moving and thought I'd promote my Etsy shop. Everything is handmade by me and every sale helps tremendously!! Please reblog this so other people can see it as well... Thank you!!

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come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world!

F.T.W.W.W. – MCR

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come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world!

F.T.W.W.W. – MCR

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Hi everyone! This is my art blog and I would really appreciate it if some of you guys in need of a COOL and SUPER RAD commission would like to support a similarly cool and rad artist! (btw more writing is in on the way– just... very very slowly!)

$3 sketch headshots!!!

Examples of what I've done recently: pls message me! I'm moving soon and everything helps!

(ink, color, and digital all can be done if you like the sketch but price does increase!)

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as someone who loves Steve and is in need of a new tattoo-- I'll be thinking about this for a long time!!💖 What a wonderfully tense fic!

Skin Deep

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: A chance meeting in the dead of night gives way to something new.

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Spicy touching (so much touching), mentions of needles and blood (because tattoos).

A/N: Hello! ‘Tis my day of birth, and what better way to celebrate it than with big n tol, tattooed Steve? You can blame the existence of this fic on this post. No, I’m not taking any questions, just look at it and then come read this. Thank you all for sticking with me through my break and always being lovely! Let me know what you think of this. Enjoy! :) x

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After a whole year of living in the same building, the first conversation you have with the guy happens in the laundry room.

It’s late, too late to be doing anything else except sleeping, but you’re awake, and he’s awake, and he’s looking right at you when you come through the door.

“Oh,” you swallow thickly, clearing your throat. Something to make you sound a little less affected, a little less like you know exactly who he is and exactly what he does to you. “I didn’t think anyone would be in here.”

You’ve seen him around the building before. Tall, blonde, and blue-eyed. Soft pink lips framed by a thick, dark beard, and a mountain of a body, the hardness of which is effused by the cozy fabrics usually adorning it.

Small glimpses— that’s all you’ve really gotten.

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commissions are open!<3

Hello, dolls! 

If you enjoy my work, why not get a customized piece of writing all to your pretty self? I’m opening commissions because I’ll be moving to California and renting an apartment with a friend– which would be lovely on it’s own if we weren’t in the middle of an epidemic and my bank account is hardly in the triple digits (fingers crossed, not for long!). 

I’ll be accepting commissions at these rates for fandoms listed in my masterlist OR we can discuss terms privately if you have a request for something I haven’t yet listed!

For $10 I will write 200 words.

For $25 I will write 500 words.

For $30+ I will write 1,000 words.

DM me if interested!!!

I will write fanfic, original fiction, and poetry (price of poetry depends on the kind of poem)! 

If you enjoy my work, please please please consider commissioning me! It would be such a help for me right now! Thank you so much! <3

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Also I'll accept receipts to Reclaim The Block!!

Get a commission in exchange for a donation to BLM

Hi, I'm SweetDeath and I write a lot.

If you like my writing or have been in the mood to get a personalized writing commission, I'll be accepting donations to Black Lives Matter as payment. I write fanfic, but I can write short fiction and character exploration pieces too.

For $10 I will write 200 words.

For $25 I will write 500 words.

For $30+ I will write 1,000 words.

For a list of fandoms I've written for, please check out my works page. However if there is something not on that page you want written, just ask me before and and if I know it I can do it!

I won't write nsfw or underage fic.

Please please message me if you have any questions, and help support BLM to end police brutality and bring justice to grieving families.

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Get a commission in exchange for a donation to BLM

Hi, I'm SweetDeath and I write a lot.

If you like my writing or have been in the mood to get a personalized writing commission, I'll be accepting donations to Black Lives Matter as payment. I write fanfic, but I can write short fiction and character exploration pieces too.

For $10 I will write 200 words.

For $25 I will write 500 words.

For $30+ I will write 1,000 words.

For a list of fandoms I've written for, please check out my works page. However if there is something not on that page you want written, just ask me before and and if I know it I can do it!

I won't write nsfw or underage fic.

Please please message me if you have any questions, and help support BLM to end police brutality and bring justice to grieving families.

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weird asks that say a lot

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

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and after all the things we put each other through

Demolition Lovers – MCR

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jesus!! This is killing me!!!!!! I always forget how nice it is to read stuff that's not straight fluff and romance! I love this!!!

PLS WRITE FOR MYSTERIO

pairing: reader x quentin beck, set mid-ffha/n: i gotta figure out a little plot on the reader’s behalf.

“I’m not really interested, Quentin.”

You say it without even looking up.

The pout he pulls is of astronomical intent, hellbent on filling your heart with such weighted guilt that, in a moment’s time, you’ll of course decide in favor of his company, rather than that of the poor drone being tutted over on your lab bench.

Of course… you… maybe won’t?

He waits. But your answer doesn’t change. You, beautiful and smart and wickedly wonderful, continue to solder the wiring of drone AX-09Q back to it’s original state, pre-Prague, ignoring his looming posture and sudden confusion.

Green eyes narrow, framed by dark brows, in a show of shock. Not that it matters. You’re not paying attention to him, his theatrics, or his antics. 

“… Not really interested, or,” he says slowly, jaw clenching, “Not interested?”

Your attention leaves the drone, pulled upwards to his face – he’s hard to read in this moment, expression tied between an attempt at playful and the undercurrent of confusion painting him stiff. 

With a reserved level of energy, you say: “I’m busy, Quentin.”

And in that moment, Quentin Beck realizes this is what it’s like to want something you can’t have.