*narrows eyes*

8

“It is always difficult with Poirot to know when he is serious and when he is merely amusing himself at one’s expense. I judged it safest to say no more.”
- Agatha Christie, Double Sin

Just say yes 🥂

“Fancy meeting you here.” Harry watched amusedly as Malfoy whirled around in surprise and almost dropped his champagne flute.

“Potter.” He sounded breathless, caught off guard. “I thought you were in Egypt on some mission.”

Harry cocked his head to one side and gave Malfoy a quizzical glance.

“I see you’ve been keeping tabs on me.”

“That’s not-” Malfoy’s cheeks turned rosy as he quickly looked away. “Your name is always all over the paper.”

“This was a secret mission,” Harry replied, trying not to snicker.

“Yeah, well… It’s- it’s hard to escape you. People talk about you everywhere. Everywhere!”

“Sure,” Harry said, taking a sip of champagne.

“Auror Potter! Auror Potter!” A small, middle-aged man behind Malfoy began waving frantically at Harry, almost jumping up and down in his excitement.

“Oh no,” Harry muttered. Malfoy took a look over his shoulder and rolled his eyes.

“Auror Potter! We didn’t expect you to be back so soon,” the middle-aged man said, clasping one of Harry’s hands and shaking it vigorously.

“Mister Franklin,” Harry said, barely able to hide his annoyance.

“You were on a mission I presume? Was it undercover? Did it go well?”

Harry sighed and briefly closed his eyes.

“Mister Franklin, a gala is hardly the place for an interview, is it?”

Mister Franklin chuckled and clasped Harry’s hand even tighter.

“You know how it is with us reporters, we never rest.”

“Oh yes, I know,” Harry said. “However, I am currently unavailable for a statement.”

“But Auror Potter-”

“If you will excuse me, Mister Franklin,” Harry interrupted him, freeing his hand from the other man’s grip and placing it on Malfoy’s back. “I have important business to attend to.”

He ignored the incredulous looks Mister Franklin and Malfoy were giving him and pushed through the crowd. Harry noticed how Malfoy’s body twitched under his touch. It made Harry’s stomach flip. He hadn’t planned to be so bold but escaping a reporter from the Daily Prophet always took priority.

He hoped Mister Franklin wasn’t following them. But even if he left them alone, almost every other person in the room was sure to assault Harry sooner or later. But he couldn’t leave yet. He had promised Kingsley he’d stay at least two hours. And now, after bumping into Malfoy, he had another reason to stay.

When Harry spotted the double doors leading to one of the balconies, he let out a sigh of relief. That could work. He gently pushed Malfoy outside, who was completely flustered at this point.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he snapped, slapping Harry’s hand away and smoothing down his robes.

“What? I really didn’t want to talk to that reporter,” Harry said shrugging.

“But why did you drag me along with you?” Malfoy studied him suspiciously and Harry noticed how he was clutching his champagne flute.

“I wanted to keep talking to you,” Harry said, surprised Malfoy had to ask.

“And what gave you the impression I wanted to keep talking to you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Harry said, knitting his eyebrows together. “Feel free to go. It wasn’t my intention to bring you out here against your will.”

Malfoy narrowed his eyes. After a moment, he turned and walked to the edge of the balcony, resting his elbows against the railing.

It took Harry a moment to realise Malfoy wasn’t leaving after all. He was waiting for Harry to join him. Harry made sure the goofy smile had somewhat vanished before he stepped up beside Malfoy, mimicking his pose, and looked out to the garden below.

“It’s a little bit like Romeo and Juliet, isn’t it?” Harry said, relishing the sudden quietness around them.

Malfoy let out a snort and Harry was pretty sure he was rolling his eyes.

“For that you’d have to be standing down there, you knobhead.”

Harry blinked.

“I didn’t mean… I just meant the setting reminds me of-” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’d want me to be standing down there, serenading you?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Malfoy muttered. But Harry had the impression his cheeks were getting pinker by the second. “Besides, Romeo didn’t serenade Juliet.”

“He didn’t? Huh. I thought he did,” Harry said frowning. “Well that’s good I guess. I’m rubbish at singing.”

There was a long silence after that and Harry wondered what Malfoy was thinking about. He heard him take a deep breath before he finally spoke again.

“I guess we are a bit like Romeo and Juliet.”

Harry looked at him in astonishment.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, our families weren’t exactly enemies but I have often wondered what would have happened if my father hadn’t- if it weren’t for my father…maybe it wouldn’t have been impossible. Or forbidden.”

“Forbidden,” Harry repeated dumbstruck. “You mean to say…”

“I’m not saying anything,” Malfoy said quickly, clamping his mouth shut.

“I think you just did,” Harry insisted, giving the other man a toothy grin. “I have to admit, when I saw you tonight I didn’t think it would lead up to this.”

Malfoy didn’t reply and just stared at the fountain in the middle of the garden below them.

“It’s not too late, you know,” Harry said quietly. “We could still… well, how about we start with dinner?”

“Dinner?” Malfoy sounded skeptical. When he gulped down the rest of his champagne, Harry couldn’t contain a snicker.

“Dinner.” He turned to Malfoy and bit his lip. “All you have to do is say yes.”

When Malfoy didn’t say anything, Harry tentatively moved his hand down the railing and placed it on the other man’s.

“Just say yes.”

Harry watched as the corner’s of Malfoy’s mouth twitched and his body gave a little shiver.

“It’s that easy?”

“Yes,” Harry said. Malfoy cleared his throat and kept his eyes on the garden while his lips stretched into a smile.

“Is that a yes?” Harry asked. Malfoy turned his head to look at him, his eyes shining brightly.

“Yes, you twit! It’s a yes.”


Inspiration

Another kinky wager

Summary: As he previously promised, Bucky helps you work out all those irritating little kinks in your pool game.
Characters: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Absolutely NSFW. It’s all sex and pool tables folks, please walk away unless you’re over 18.  

A/N: Decided to write a follow-up to ‘Pool balls and underpants’, because I just couldn’t move on without a smutty sequel. This can read as a stand-alone story, but it will make more sense why Bucky’s wearing Steve’s underwear if you read the first part. And besides, who doesn’t love reading sassy sexual innuendos from Bucky Barnes?

Also, I meant this to be short, and once again my imagination spiralled out of control, and here we are. I regret nothing.

Pool balls and underpants 
MASTERLIST


He’s startled for a moment, before a sly smile stretches across his face, and he whips around to follow, white socks slipping and sliding on the smooth tiles as he chases after you.

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6

A TRAVESTY

anonymous asked:

Omg I adore all of your writing! For the prompt can you write Bucky bailing Steve out of the b99 holding pen?

Jake MISSED IT. Stupid drug dealers stupidly showing up exactly when they were supposed to instead of blowing off the deal that he had spent stupid months tracking stupidly down. 

He had remembered to set his phone to silent, and once the bust was over he turned it back on and the group chat had 119 notifications, Amy had texted him 3 times, Charles 82 times, and Rosa once. 

So just judging by his lockscreen Jake was pretty sure someone was dead. 

He read Rosa’s first. It would be the most brutal, but bad news coming from her was the most comforting. 

Your boy Captain America got arrested during the protest in Prospect Park, he’s here in holding bc Barnes won’t post bail. Barnes is here. 

“Oh. My. Gawd,” Jake gasped. 

*

“Oh. My. GAWD,” Jake gasped even louder when he got back to the precinct because CAPTAIN AMERICA was still in holding, and Bucky Barnes was in Holt’s office, and the captain–

“He’s been smiling for the past half hour. I almost called Kevin,” Amy said. 

“I’m sure he and Kevin have, like, those lists, of celebrities you get a pass for. I mean, Holt probably had Bucky Barnes on his list like, before we even knew Bucky Barnes was still alive and heyyyyy, Sarge, hi, how’s it goin’?” 

Bucky Barnes was a beautiful man who looked like old ladies everywhere must adore him, and who moved faster than any human Jake had ever seen. He also had really impressive murder eyes for someone who wasn’t, you know. Rosa. 

“Peralta.” 

Jake was saved by a patriotic voice, carried on the wings of an eagle’s…wings.

“–the unions have been incredibly undercut in this modern era, which is a travesty, because when the workers are empowered–”

“Are you fucking turning criminals into socialists?” Bucky Barnes snapped, and Charles, Gina, the eight or nine criminals in holding, and CAPTAIN AMERICA all started. CAPTAIN AMERICA recovered first, but instead of looking like the moral fiber of a country he sort of looked like a pissed off kid wearing a Captain America costume.

“Unions are gutted–”

“Yeah, the union did you a big favor in ‘38.” Bucky Barnes snorted, folding his arms over his chest.

“Collective action is–”

“How long can you keep him?” Barnes asked Holt. 

“Legally, 24 hours, of which only 5 have passed,” Captain Holt said, solicitous. Oh god, Amy was right. Bucky Barnes was ABSOLUTELY on Captain Holt’s free pass list. 

“Jesus Mary and Joseph,” Bucky Barnes muttered. “Alright, I’m posting bail, you won’t get anything done and your criminals will think they can collectively act or something.” 

“I appreciate your civic-mindedness.” 

CAPTAIN AMERICA narrowed his blue, blue eyes at Holt, then dropped them to the firm handshake he and Bucky were having. 

Oh. My. Gawd., Jake realized. CAPTAIN AMERICA and Sarge were wartime sweethearts. 

BTS Reaction | the other members noticing the hickeys your boyfriend left on you

request: “Hello love can you do a BTS reaction to another member noticing the bruises/hickies bts left on their s/o? (maybe your bts boyfriend being in the same room when it happens haha!!)”


Kim Seokjin

“Didn’t you wear this turtleneck shirt yesterday as well?” Your boyfriend asked you. You rolled your eyes. “And who’s fault is it?” You looked at him with a serious look. “Mine?” He said surprised. You slipped in your shoes and Jin helped you get in your coat. You wanted to leave together with the other boys to get something to eat and you all stood in the entrance and waited for Taehyung who clearly took his time to get dressed. You turned around after you got into your coat and lowered the hem of your shirt to reveal the hickeys he left last night. Jin raised both eyebrows and pushed your hem back up, while he started to giggle. “You’re enjoying that, right?”


Min Yoongi 

You were busy cutting the vegetables as Hoseok came closer from behind with his eyes fixed on your neck. “What is that?” He said while stroking over the dark red spot on your skin. You covered your neck with your hand and immediately turned around to look at your boyfriend who was sitting on the couch. “I marked my territory.” He said calmly without looking up from his phone. Hoseok just widened his eyes and pulled his hand back. “I’ll never ask again.”


Kim Namjoon 

“Why don’t you take your scarf off? It’s pretty hot in here.” Taehyung asked, pointing towards the fabric that was tightly around your neck. “You really should take it off.” Your boyfriend added, while giving out the chopsticks for dinner. “You know damn well why I can’t.” You caught him by surprise. “What? Why?” He said confused. You loosen the scarf to reveal the hickeys he left the night before, all over your neck. Namjoon burst out into laughter while the others were astounded by the amount he left. “You don’t have to feel embarrassed about them, they should all see that I treat you well.”


Jung Hoseok

You were together with the boys at practice as they took a little break to eat something. Meanwhile your boyfriend, Jungkook and Jimin showed you on what choreography they were working on, as you joined them for fun. The last pose of the choreo was with your hands over your head what caused your shirt to slide upwards revealing the hickeys that were all over your stomach. “Are those Hickeys?” Jungkook asked surprised. You didn’t even get it at first what he was referring to until you looked in the mirror and saw them yourself. Hoseok came immediately over to your side to cover you with a hug. “Wooaaa! Jagi! Don’t show them!!”


Park Jimin 

“Jimin!“ you yelled from inside the bedroom. Your boyfriend was already in the kitchen preparing something to eat for breakfast while you still were in your pyjamas lying in bed. You noticed the bruises he left on you immediately as you looked in the mirror. You rushed out of your room to face Jimin, who looked up surprised. “What is it babe?” You pushed your pyjama pants, that were already pretty short even higher up to show him the bruises on your tights. Jimin stopped you and gently pushed your pants back down and looked over your shoulder. You didn’t notice that all of the other boys were already sitting at the table and eating and you stood there half naked covered in hickeys. They all had their mouth open and Jimin tried to cover you up. “Maybe you should dress yourself first?”


Jeon Jungkook 

You tried your best to cover up the spots, by wearing a big hoodie that didn’t show any skin and you really thought that nobody would notice it. But the minute you bend down to pick something up, the hoodie slid up a little bit, just enough to reveal the hickeys Jungkook left on you. “What did Jungkook do to you?” Yoongi asked with a calm voice. You jumped up and the other members turned towards Jungkook, teasing him about it. “Our Maknae really did grow up, huh?” He would act very embarrassed about the situation but in fact like it and give you a smirk. 


Kim Taehyung 

“Do you need another towel?” Jin asked you while you rubbed your hair dry. “No thanks.” You rejected him friendly. You got into the rain while you got take out food for the boys together with Jin and now were nearly completely soaked but fortunately you didn’t wear anything white that would turn transparent by now. The only thing you forgot were the hickeys your boyfriend left on your neck that you covered with make up in the morning. Jin’s eyes would be fixed on your neck while you dried your hair. “Hey Y/N, did you hurt yourself there?” He came closer with his eyes narrowed at your spots till he realised. He immediately turned red and stepped back. You turned around to face him and didn’t get at first why he was blushing so hard. Oh Shit, you thought as you saw that the others were already starring at you but the only one that was offended as fuck was your boyfriend. “You did cover them? You know how much effort I spend in them?” Then everyone would look towards Taehyung with a questionable look. 

  • Hunk: Are you in love with Keith?
  • Lance: *sweats* What!? No!
  • Hunk: Then why do you draw "L + K" inside of hearts everywhere?
  • Lance: It stands for loathing and kvetching!
Feelings

Originally posted by shoot-the-smiley

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: SMUT ASF. Also mentions of Domestic Abuse 

Request by: @talia-grace-daniels Imagine based on the song Feelings by Maroon 5 :) Also Incorporated @delish-duck ‘s request for the reader having an abusive boyfriend and Tom being protective

Word Count: 3,500

A/N: People fr need to stop coming after me in my messages. I know I write smut. I’m 20 years old and write this stuff for people who actually want to read it. That’s why I put warnings before the imagine starts so I don’t have to deal with messages but I still get them.. -.-

I’M 20 LEMMA WRITE MY SEXUAL THOUGHTS BOUT TOM. BYE.


ps. I used the word trousers because its fun to say? Let me live lmao


*Slides down the pole throwing the smut to you hungry darlings*



[Reader’s POV]


“Fucking asshole” you mutter throwing your phone onto your bed. Tears were falling down your cheeks. You couldn’t help it. Your boyfriend, well ex boyfriend now had been cheating on you for months.


   You caught him fucking her when you stopped by his apartment a day early. He thought you weren’t coming back so soon. You just got back from visiting the states and came home to heartbreak. It never occurred to you that he would be cheating on you. Everything felt fine and nothing seemed wrong.


   Wiping off the rest of your running makeup you wash your face. Looking at yourself was so pathetic. You were too blind to see his deceit and look at you now. Crying over someone you thought you loved. Letting out a sigh you head back towards your bed.


   Picking up your phone you click the home button. Using you Touch ID to open it up and click on the phone app. Scrolling through your contacts you click on your best friends contact. Putting the phone to your ear you hear the dialing tone. After a short few rings it stops.


“Hello love, what’s up?” Tom’s voice fills your ear making you smile. Tears spill over and you whimper from the pain in your chest forming again.

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Snap Decision

(A chance meeting with a stranger at a bar helps you recover from a bad breakup.)

Warnings: 11000+ words of mostly sex stuff.  Bad ex boyfriends. People doing inadvisable things.  Listen up kids: in real life you should be more cautious about who you let take naked pictures of you! Lots and lots of sex.  If you’ve read my stuff before, you know the drill.  


You thought it would be fun to work in sales after you graduated from university; you would travel around the country, meeting new people, holding meetings in fancy high rise office buildings in big cities, wining and dining clients at gourmet restaurants while you closed deals and made boatloads of money.  The reality was that you were selling industrial wastewater management systems, making a moderate income, while traveling four days a week to factories and chemical refineries in some of the least glamorous locations on earth.  You didn’t mind the work itself, but the evenings alone in small town hotel rooms were dull and disheartening, so you would frequently head out to a local movie theater or neighborhood bar to distract yourself from the loneliness on the road.   

 It was pouring down rain outside and you decide to run to the closest place you could find to grab a drink, rather than risk driving around and getting lost.  That’s how you found yourself sitting alone at the bar of the Applebee’s restaurant that was adjacent to your hotel, sipping on something called a Blue Hawaiian, in a town you couldn’t even remember the name of.   

Unruly children sat with their families having dinner in the nearby booths, while innocuously bland pop songs played overhead.  You took one sip of the cloyingly sweet blue cocktail in front of you and immediately regretted your decision to come here tonight. Given the lousy week you had experienced, you would have been better off drinking cheap whiskey at a dive bar filled with unapologetic alcoholics.  Here, the family friendly atmosphere mixed with the empty promises of a fruity cocktail that was designed to trick you into thinking you were on a tropical island vacation instead of in your real life.  Your real crappy life. 

You had totally blown the sale today.  The clients had a million questions about the technical specifications of the products you were trying to sell, but you kept tripping over your words and making yourself sound like an idiot.  You blamed your poor work performance on lack of sleep.  And you blamed the lack of sleep on your boyfriend, David.  Actually, he was your ex-boyfriend now.  After more than a year together, you dumped him for cheating on you.  

He claimed he was faithful, but you were certain he was lying.  He never picked up his phone when you called him from out on the road.  He would eventually call you back, but his stories about where he was and what he was doing always sounded a little off.  The final blow came when your friend Stephanie told you she saw him going into a movie theater with another girl.  David claimed Stephanie was mistaken and that you were just paranoid and jealous for no reason.  You wanted to believe him, but deep down you were sure that Stephanie was right.  All the unresolved questions you had about what David was doing while you were working could easily be answered if he had been cheating on you.  David cried when you told him it was over, he begged you to reconsider, but you were resolute and just walked away.

That had been a week ago, and every day since then, you questioned whether or not you made the right decision.  You had no hard proof that he had been unfaithful.  Sure, Stephanie said she saw him, but she only saw from a distance.  Maybe she was mistaken.  Maybe it was just someone who looked like David.

“Is this seat taken?”

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  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair*
  • Rosamund: *sitting in his lap; frowning at a photo* What am I looking at, Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* My baby *points* that's the head, see?
  • Rosamund: *fascinated* Wooow...all those squiggly lines are a person?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* Yes.
  • Rosamund: Your person.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yup. And your Aunt Molly's.
  • Rosamund: *giggles* It's funny.
  • Sherlock: Hmm?
  • Rosamund: *still laughing* Aunt Molly has a person in her. How did you put it there?
  • Sherlock: *snorts* Oh, no *lifts her and stands* I'm not having that conversation for another twenty five years.
  • Molly: *enters; grinning* Hello.
  • Rosamund: *happily* Aunt Molly! *runs over; hugs her, whispers* hello, little person.
  • Molly: *smiles* You told her, then?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Oh, yes *pats Rosie's head* you're going to be a godcousin, aren't you?
  • Rosamund: *excited* Uh-huh.
  • Molly: *giggles* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *nudges Rosie* Pyjamas, young lady. I'll be in soon.
  • Rosamund: *sighs* Okay, Uncle Sherlock. Night Aunt, Molly. Night, little person *runs off*
  • Molly: *calls* Night, Rosie *hugs Sherlock* I'm glad she took it well.
  • Sherlock: *kisses the top of her head* Mmm *pauses* John has some questions to answer, though.
I’m done with you, Mr. Wayne - Bruce Wayne x Reader (angst?)

First, thank you very much for your comment, and then here for a somewhat angsty story based off your prompt  :-) ( I never know if I achieved my goal in making people feel with my stories so you know…). Hope you’ll like it :

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No matter what his brothers were telling him, how hard they were trying to reassure him and convince him that he did nothing wrong, Damian still thought it was his fault. Without him, none of that would have happened.

If he had been more careful, this all situation could have been avoided. His father wouldn’t be heart broken, and his mom…his mom…

No matter what his brothers were telling him, how hard they were trying to reassure him and convince him that he did nothing wrong, Damian still thought it was his fault. Without him, none of that would have happened.

Without him, his mother…He couldn’t even think the words. It hurts too much. To think he was the cause of it all ? It was even worst.

No matter what his brothers were telling him, how hard they were trying to reassure him and convince him that he did nothing wrong, Damian still thought it was his fault. Without him, none of that would have happened.

Without him…Without him…Without him his mother would have never left.

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