• Postman:*French accent* Morning, Miss 'ooper. Got a few presents for you, 'ere.
  • Molly:Oh? A postie, this time?
  •, right. There are some lovely flowers, too and a card, also, to go with ze flowers. From your boyfriend, I suspect.
  • Molly:Oh, I don't have a boyfriend.
  • Postman:*smirking* Maybe you're just not looking 'ard enough.
  • Molly:...
  • Molly:I know it's you, Sherlock. Drop that stupid voice.
  • Sherlock:...
  • Sherlock:*pouting* Well, happy birthday to you, then.
  • Molly:My birthday was three months ago. Hang that why you were at my door dressed as a priest and asking me what I wanted?
  • How did you know it was me? I worked hard on this!
  • Molly:It's your eyes; you couldn't hide those if you tried.
  • Sherlock:*pouting* Well, you've ruined it now.
  • Molly:Ruined what?
  • Sherlock:I was to come to the morgue later with this necklace you wanted and tell you I love you.
  • Molly:...bu-but was a joke. I knew it was you and, and I thought-
  • Sherlock:I don't go to all this trouble for just anybody. Do you have any idea how much trouble it was? Lots of trouble.
  • Molly:*beaming* Thank you...that's oddly sweet of you. Can I kiss you now?
  • Sherlock:You don't have to-
  • Molly:*snogs Sherlock breathless*


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Backed up against the wall, you had no where to go. Your ex-boyfriend’s dirty hands were encircling your wrists, his alcohol-drenched breath was fanning across your face.

"It’s been a long time, (Y/N)," he said in what was probably an attempt to be seductive. "I’ve missed you."

He rolled his hips against yours, making you start to tremble.

You wanted to scream out for Michael but he wouldn’t be able to hear you above the pounding music of the club. You could only pray that whatever your ex did wouldn’t hurt too much.

He only just started running his fingers along the hem of your dress before he was being pushed roughly away from you, nearly losing his balance and falling on the floor.

You gasped as you watched Michael tower over him, an expression of rage and fury evident on his normally compassionate face. He was breathing heavily and his knuckles were white.

"Don’t you ever come near her again, you got that, asshole?" he yelled, jabbing his finger in the guy’s chest. "If you so much as look in her direction, I swear I’ll fucking kill you."

Your ex looked terrified as he scrambled away, disappearing in the crowd of dancing people. You couldn’t help but wonder why that guy ever appealed to you.

Michael turned around and approached you, his hands glossing over your body, checking to make sure you were okay. On your face, down your arms, around your waist. You could see a tear rolling down his cheek and the worry in his eyes.

"He didn’t hurt you, did he, baby?" he asked carefully, a stark contrast to his voice just a few moments ago. He pulled you to his chest gently.

"I’m fine," you choked out, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him even closer to you. "I’m just glad you found me."

"I’ll always find you," Michael murmured against your hair. "Always."


"What the heck, (Y/N)?" Ashton asked, sliding your phone across the table. "Why are you texting him?"

You clutched the towel you were holding against your body tighter to yourself, glancing at the screen.

"Ash, I swear he won’t leave me alone," you defended. "You can read all the texts if you don’t believe me."

Ashton grabbed the phone again and started scrolling through the messages, his eyes narrowed as he read them.

You twirled your damp hair around your finger as you anxiously waited for him to say something, anything.

Ashton finally set the device down and took a deep breath before walking over to stand in front of you.

His hands rested on your cheeks and he pulled you closer, planting a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips.

"I’m sorry, (Y/N)," he said. "I should have trusted you."

"It’s okay," you assured him. "I’d be the same way."

Ashton’s eyes searched yours as his hands traveled down to snake around your waist to pull you even closer.

"I’m going to take care of that dick," he said. "He needs to learn when to stay away."

You laughed, tracing your fingers along his jaw, delighted when you saw goosebumps rise under your touch.

"But first," Ashton said, with a mischievous smile. He attached his lips to your neck. "We need to take care of this little problem I have downtown.”


"I’m going to go get the cookie mix, okay?" Calum informed you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Yeah," you said and started unloading your cart on the conveyor belt. He jogged away as you pushed your cart forward, starting to search your purse for your credit card.

"(Y/N)," a familiar voice said, and you looked up to see your ex staring at you. He was manning the cash register you were currently using and you were surprised you didn’t recognize him before.

"Oh … hey," you said awkwardly.

"I’m so glad to see you," he breathed. "I’ve been wanting to apologize for that cheating incident ever since you left me. I know it’s been months now but I just want you to know that I forgive you for leaving and I’ll give you another chance. I got a new place and everything."

A bubbling anger arose from inside you as you just stood there, speechless.

He forgave you?

You spent a few moments trying to figure out how to respond to that.

"Mate," another voice interrupted you and you looked over to see Calum glaring at your ex. He would look more intimidating if he didn’t have a box of cookie mix in his hands. "Unless you want to get punched in the face, I suggest you scan our groceries and leave her alone."

The boy looked taken aback as he looked Calum up and down.

"But -"

"Did I fucking stutter? Just do your job and shut the hell up."

Calum was fuming as your ex hastily scanned your items and placed them in bags, not saying anything else.

When you and Calum got to the car, he pinned you against the vehicle and kissed your lips roughly.

"Mine," he said. "Mine.”


Every insult was like a blow to the face as your ex-boyfriend stood in front of you, screaming at you. His sick friends egged him on and you just stood there, trying to refrain from crying.

You were in the parking lot outside a store, and Luke was inside. Your ex had dragged you out of the store while you were looking for whipped cream and brought you outside with his friends. For now, it was only verbal abuse, but you had dated him long enough to know what would follow.

You didn’t expect to feel Luke’s chest suddenly pressed against your back, and by the looks of it, neither did your ex.

"Who are you?" your ex asked, crossing his arms.

"Her boyfriend," Luke said crisply, reaching down to grab your hand. "And I’d really appreciate it if you’d shut the fuck up."

"You’re going to make me?" he questioned arrogantly, crossing his burly arms across his chest.

In one swift movement, Luke’s fist connected with the guy’s jaw, sending him sprawling backwards against his other friends. You were so surprised that you let out a low whimper and stepped back.

"Don’t ever talk to her like that again,” Luke said, before grabbing your arm and dragging you out of that wretched place, towards your car.

You both got in the vehicle silently and Luke just sat there, staring straight ahead as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"I didn’t think you could take him," you admitted finally. Your mind was still reeling over the fact that Luke had actually punched somebody.

"I wouldn’t have been able to. The element of surprise was my only advantage; that’s why we left before he could actually fight back."

"My hero," you said sarcastically, laughing despite the serious situation.

The words your ex had shouted at you were still bouncing around the inside of your brain but the image of Luke slugging him was even more prominent. It made you feel safe knowing that if it came down to it, Luke would protect you.

(( Okay, if you’ve requested something from me before, you know that it takes me quite some time to complete whatever you asked for, especially preferences.  So if you want something that doesn’t take me as long, you can request blurbs which take a lot less time. They won’t go on my masterlist, I’ll just complete them straight on your answer so it’ll probably only take on average about 20 minutes if I see your request right away?? Maybe less, maybe more, depending on what you want. It can be stuff like ‘You’re tall’ or ‘You’re Mexican’ or something like that; things that aren’t necessarily preference-material. Just wanted to let you know. And also, if you have any questions unrelated to my writing or just want to let something out, feel free to message me because I really want to get to know you guys! ))

exerciseindisguise asked:

WAIT WAIT. YOU NEED TO CONTINUE THAT ONE. Cartinelli. Angie accidentally borrows the wrong lipstick, 102 Sweet Dreams. (and then kisses Peggy.)

(I love you nerd.)

"You’re back late?" 

Peggy turned from the door to her apartment, which she had just been locking, to see Angie lying on her bed.  

"What are you doing here?" Peggy asked, not that she minded much.  

"I missed you," Angie said, standing up and walking over to Peggy and wrapping her arms around her.  

"Hmmm… is that my lipstick?" Peggy whispered, brushing a lock of hair out of Angie’s face.  

"Maybe.  Wanna find out?" Angie asked, attempting seduction.  

Peggy laughed and brought Angie in for a kiss.  A long one.  When they broke apart Peggy realized which lipstick Angie had borrowed.  Then she passed out.  

"English? Hey English? Oh good you’re awake!" 

Peggy opened her eyes to see Angie sitting next her on the bed.  

"Well this apartment has a wonderful view," Peggy mumbled, half asleep still.  

"Aww Pegs!  You exaggerate!" Angie blushed and swatted Peggy’s arm.  


"I’m sorry I grabbed the wrong lipstick," Angie said, running a hand through Peggy’s hair.  

"Well I’ll forgive you if you take it off and give me another kiss," Peggy said with a sly smile.  

"I already took it off," Angie said, then she leaned down to kiss her girlfriend.  


Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Tony Stark
Additional Tags: Fluff, Speakeasies, 1930s Slang, Romance, Attempted Seduction

“I really am sorry, dollface,” Bucky said, his eyes huge and stupid. “I’m just flapping my gums, you know what a chucklehead I am.”


A small, pleased smile. It was… quite nice to see Asura so wound up like this. A flare of dizzying power rushed up his pulses, going straight to the right side of his head. He had to swallow hard to work up the steadiness to continue.

"Well, wouldn’t you say that your recent actions have been quite… naughty?" He arched an eyebrow, smiling with a sadistic glint in his eyes.

The kishin let out a small squeak of confusion. “Well- yes- but-” He wasn’t as stupid as one would assume. He could tell when someone was hitting on him, or, in this case, probably attempting to be seductive. Which honestly only frightened him because having sex with a man who was covered in stitches and probably wanted to kill him wasn’t very nice sounding.

"Uh..uh…. uuuuuhhh.."