all-of-this.-sigh

In the Name of Love

A/N: this is a short blurp lol

Originally posted by pinkywinky44

You groaned, rubbing the back of your neck while you unlocked the door to your apartment. 

After a grueling day at your work, you were ready to pull off the hat and take off the shoes and just relax. Bucky had been gone off some work for a few days, so you knew you were coming home to an empty apartment with all the lights turned off. 

A sigh left your lips as darkness engulfed your sight. You haphazardly tossed your purse in what you thought was the general direction of your loveseat, and fumbled to turn on the light. 

When you finally found the lightswitch, you flicked it upward and glanced down to take off your shoes. 

Underneath your toes was a small pile of pale pink rose petals, some stretching off into the distance while you furrowed your eyebrows. “What the hell?” 

Bucky wasn’t supposed to be home for another three days, and you didn’t know anyone else who had access to the apartment. 

The shoe closet beside the front door held a large wooden bat inside. As quietly as you could, you opened the door and reached for it, holding it firmly in your grasp as you tiptoed with the path of petals. 

Pink roses were your favorite. 

It lead to your bedroom door, which was shut. With a deep breath, you swung open the door, prepared to hit anything you saw. 

You heard a yell as you swung, making you widen your eyes in panic. 

“Ow, what the fuck, (Y/N)?! A man tries to do something nice for his missus and gets hit with a bat?”

You couldn’t help but let out a shout of relief, embracing Bucky as tight as you could. 

“You scared me, you aren’t supposed to be home yet.” Your nose was buried in his hair and you felt him wrap his arms around you as well. 

He kissed your forehead, “You hit me with a bat.” 

You looked at the bat which now had a significant split in it. It was then you realized you had hit his metal arm. “You laid flower petals across the floor and made me panic.” 

He couldn’t help but chuckle, “I was never out of town. I set this up so I couldn’t do something romantic.” 

Bucky motioned towards the bed and you saw Chinese takeout with candles surrounding on your bedframe. 

After the day you had at work, nothing felt better than to know that you could cuddle up with the man you love and eat food. 

It was then you noticed that Bucky had completely shaved, and as you were lead to the bed you admired his face as much as you could. 

Something about him in the candlelit room made you fall even deeper in love with him. Before you two sat down, you took his stubble free cheeks in your hands and pressed your lips softly to his. “I love you so much right now.” 

As you were opening your rice and reaching for your chop sticks, you saw Bucky sitting quietly beside you, picking at his chicken. 

“What’s going on baby?” 

“Nothing is going on, darlin’. I’m fine.” He gave you a half-assed smile while you chewed on your steamed vegetables. 

“No, something is up. What’s up?” Your voice was shaky and you couldn’t help but race possibilities through your head. 

Bucky looked at you, “I’m just nervous. You’ll find out why later.” 

You gasped, “You can’t just say that shit and thi-” 

He picked up a piece of his chicken and shoved it in your mouth, shushing you. He seemed slightly less down and shaky, and now was insistent on you eating. 

You dug your chopsticks into your vegetables, picking up a piece of food and noticing something hard as you bit down. Your fingers reached for it in your mouth, pulling out a ring with a gold band and a small diamond in the middle. 

Bucky bit his lip, “Do y’know what that means?” 

Your mouth was agape, your body frozen with shock while you attempted to grasp the situation in front of you. “Are you proposing?” 

Bucky took the ring from your hand and slipped it onto your finger, “Wanna get hitched, doll?” 

You grinned, throwing yourself ontop of him and kissing him harshly. Much different to the kiss you two shared his minutes ago. 

He held your thighs in his hands and kissed back with just as much force. “Should I take that as a yes?” 

“Yes Bucky, you can take that as a yes.” You smiled, pressing your lips against his once again. 

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The Good Doctor One-Shot
Part II of the Apple

Synopsis: Melendez and his team get word that one of their own has been critically injured. Meanwhile, Shaun comes to terms with the events leading up to the shooting and desperately wants to help.

You can read Part I here

  “Alright, got it. Thanks.” Melendez shook his head and hanged up the phone. He could not believe what he had just heard. He turned to his two residences on call; Claire and Jared.

  “Someone coming in?” Claire asked. Excitement and a bit of fear were all evident in her voice.

  Melendez sighed. And then, as if he was pulling off a band-aid, he told them. “It’s Arden. Paramedics are bringing her in.”

  “Nurse. Arden?” Jared said each word like it was its own sentence, clearly in disbelief. “How can that be? She was fine yesterday?”

  “I don’t have a lot of info. EMS just said there was an altercation. She was shot. And she’s in critical condition,” Melendez did his best to sound as professional as possible and not let his personal judgements get in the way. In truth, he had learned to like the young surgical nurse that began working for him 6 months ago.

  “I need you guys to focus. I know Arden is a friend, but we need to treat this like any other patient,” Melendez’s remarks were just as much for him as they were for his doctors.

  “Guys,” Jared said, “I just got a text from the paramedics. Apparently, Shaun was there too.”

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Behind the curtain

Yesterday,
I tried to conquer the world
scared to death you’ll let go of me
while I was gripping almost painfully
all your quivers in one hand.
Be my partner in crime, baby.

We’re gonna feed on their lust
unfulfilled, forlorn even
at some old-fashioned moral cleft.
They were dead long before us
defeated by eternity and urged to escape
hope that lies on the verge of suicide.

Professing sins on your knees
I am the surrendering one,
but you are sucking from my fingers
all those fears we left behind.
I bet you never swallowed betrayal
sweet as venom, forged in fire.  

I smile at sheer horror in your touch
my heart is as black as this night.
Roaring freedom running down my thighs
you know, begging won’t do you much.
All our sighs are leaking through my eyes,
and if this doesn’t kill you, honey
my love just might.

I guess I’m the luckier one.

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Leap of Faith (ao3 link)

“I really don’t like the idea of you coming along for this Rey. I have no idea if it will be a trap.”

Rey was pulling her hair back into a bun as she glared at him. Ben knew that Rey wasn’t going to let him meet with Phasma on his own, but he thought it was worth a shot. The last thing he wanted was to put Rey in danger.

“I’m not letting you go to lunch with that giant by yourself. We are a team, we do this together or not at all.”

He sighed as he walked up behind her, placing his hands over her flat stomach as he kissed her neck.

“Yes of course, but you are carrying some precious cargo.”

“Did you really just refer to our baby as cargo?” Rey chuckled. She spun in his arms and pulled him down for a kiss.


Happy Thanksgiving American readers!

Thank you to my beta @noriselly

*Shepard and Garrus both return from a mission*

Shepard: That was a rough one, I don’t think I’ve ever been so filthy in my life. Can’t wait to wash off.

Garrus: Yeah definitely.

Shepard: You know…..I have a really nice personal shower. Nice and private. And it’s big too. Very accommodating if more than one person wanted to use it at the same time for….whatever reason.

Garrus: I’ll bet.

Shepard: Especially since sometimes I have a hard time reaching certain places….and I’m really dirty. Sure would be nice if someone could come up to my room and help me out. In the Shower. Right now.

Garrus: Yeah…..Alright, well I’ll leave you to it then. See you later!

Shepard: …..

*two hours later*

Garrus:………………………………OH.

I want you to want me

“Wait, no, let’s take the other corridor.”

“But that will take so much longer!”

“I don’t care. Come on!”

Draco ignored Pansy’s pouting and dragged her along. What were the teachers thinking, hanging up all these mistletoes around the castle? There were so many, it was so hard to avoid them all. Also, it was only November 17th! Couldn’t they at least have waited until December?

Cursing under his breath, Draco turned to the corridor that was still mistletoe-free. Well, at least it had been this morning.

“Oh, come on,” Draco groaned as he suddenly found himself and Pansy standing beneath a gigantic ladder. Filch was on top of it, fumbling with the fateful plant Draco had come to loathe.

Since he was a child, he had been very superstitious. Ignoring the mistletoe wouldn’t do it. It was bad luck. And Pansy knew this very well, judging from her smug expression. She had been taught the same by her parents, but, unlike Draco, she chose to try her luck. At least she usually did.

“Well, go on,” she said, grinning at him. Exhaling loudly, Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

“I’m waiting.” Pansy’s grin only widened when Draco huffed and blew his hair out of his face.

“Alright, alright.” He leaned over to her reluctantly, but panicked, when she suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn’t be serious! Dear Merlin! Hastily, he planted his lips on her left cheek and immediately started walking again. There! Surely that would count!

“Hey! Draco,” he heard Pansy call after him. Nope, he would keep walking! He would keep walking and avoid these bloody mistletoes this time! Getting back to the Slytherin common room couldn’t be that impossible!

“… no, I remember you specifically told me- Ouch!”

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Rubbing his nose, Draco glowered at the person he had just collided with. The Weasel. With Granger in tow. Magnificent!

You bumped into me,” Weasley said in an accusing tone.

“Whatever, Weasel! Now get out of my-”

“Oh, mistletoe,” Granger interrupted him, pointing at the ceiling.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

Draco looked up, then back at the other two standing in front of him. Oh, damn it!

“Come on, let’s just go,” Granger said, taking Weasley’s hand.

“We can’t,” he whispered. “We have to kiss.” Granger rolled her eyes at him, but Weasley’s face turned serious. “No, we really have to kiss. It’s bad luck if we don’t.”

Huh. Weasley wasn’t as dumb as he looked after all. With an exasperated sigh, Granger pulled him down and kissed him for much longer than was necessary. When Draco cleared his throat, they finally stopped.

“What, you want one, too?” Weasley asked, arching his eyebrows.

“Well, I was standing under the damn thing, too, wasn’t I?”

Understanding hit Weasley’s face and Draco would have loved to take a step forward and slap him. His dumb face was just so infuriating. Before Draco could do anything, however, Granger shoved her boyfriend and he stumbled forward.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Weasley asked, turning his head.

“Well, obviously, you two are the ones with the superstitions. And I already kissed you, so you can go and kiss him.” The way she said it was so nonchalant, it made Draco gape at ther. Okay, so he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. But did she understand how revolting it would be to kiss the Weasel? Well, of course not. She did it willingly. On a regular basis. Yuck!

When Weasley turned back around to Draco, his face was so pale, Draco thought he might faint.

“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Draco murmured.

“No, please, Hermione, no, please don’t make me do this!”

“I’m not making you do anything! You were the one who said you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“She’s right,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He closed the gap between them and wrinkled his nose. “Just… hold still.” Draco placed both his hands on Weasley’s shoulders and tried to ignore the way his bottom lip was quivering. His lips looked very chapped.This was going to be worse than he had thought!

If he hadn’t already cheated when he had kissed Pansy on the cheek, Draco would have done the same with Weasley. But he couldn’t cheat fate twice in one day! Ugh!

Just a quick peck. Light. Very light. Lips barely touching. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? Ugh, if only it weren’t Weasley!

“Merlin, Malfoy, just do it already,” Weasley groaned. Clicking his tongue once, Draco stood up on his toes and gave Weasley the quickest kiss in history of all kisses.

“Ugh! Now excuse me, I need to go wash my mouth,” Draco declared and started hurrying off.

“Ron. Ron? Are you okay? Are you crying? Oh, you’re gagging. Come on, stop it!” Granger’s voice slowly died down behind him as Draco ran down the stairs to the Dungeons. No, wait, he couldn’t walk down that corridor. There were at least three bunches of mistletoe down there. The one on the left had only one. That he knew of. And he’d have to walk through half the castle again. But one was still better than three. Okay then.

As he walked, Draco kept his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn’t let himself get into another situation like that. Yuck! Weasley! Disgusting! He’d probably never forget it. November 17th, the day he had kissed Ron Weasley. Why? Why??

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and began running when he spied the bunch of mistletoe he had been dreading. Luckily, no one else was in the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco slowed down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Wandering the corridors all alone?”

Why couldn’t it have been Potter? Why couldn’t he have bumped into him under the mistletoe? This really wasn’t fair! Draco was doing everything, but still he had the worst luck! This was just infuriating! And honestly, it was kind of Potter’s fault he’d had to endure kissing Weasley. If Potter had been with his stupid friends, it might have gone very differently.

“Why aren’t you with the rest of your little trio? Tired of being the third wheel?”

Potter blinked.

“I am, actually.”

“Oh.”

This was no fun when Potter was being honest.

“What about you? You look a bit ill. Are you okay?”

Draco tried very hard not to think about his lips touching Weasley’s. This would probably haunt him for a very long time. Instead, he rolled his eyes.

“How sweet. Nice to know the Saviour cares.”

Potter was about to respond, when his gaze fell to the ground.

“What’s that?”

Draco followed Potter’s gaze and almost choked. Was that mistletoe? Growing, actually growing out of the cobblestone while they were standing there? But mistletoe usually grew on trees!

“You can’t be serious,” Draco muttered. This was insane. But… he was with Potter. This would be the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss without having to reveal his feelings for the stupid git. “Ugh, can this day get any worse?” Draco moaned. Yes, yes, act like this is the worst thing that could have happened right now! He watched as Potter slowly examined the plant.

“Is that…”

“Yeah,” Draco said, trying to sound as displeased as possible.

“Oh.”

There was a brief silence, in which they both avoided the other’s eyes.

“Well, since we’re not exactly standing under it… Let’s just ignore it,” Potter babbled. Draco’s heart fell. This was his opportunity! Why was Potter being so difficult?

“We can’t just ignore it. It’s bad luck,” he mumbled. He felt so stupid. Potter was probably seeing right through him. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Gryffindor shuffling his feet, while his eyes were still glued to the ground.

“That’s just some stupid superstition, isn’t it?” Potter said with an arched brow.

“It’s not,” Draco insisted. “People… people have died after ignoring it.” It was utter bollocks. And Potter probably knew it. Draco considered just walking away. Potter was right, they weren’t standing under the mistletoe, so the rules probably didn’t apply here.

“Oh.” Potter paused while Draco suppressed the urge to kick the mistletoe.  “Well, if it’s that serious… we better not risk it.”

Draco’s head snapped up. What? Had Potter just… What?

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Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

A/N: There may be a couple of spoilers throughout this. I promise I will be writing more Teen Wolf fics soon, I’m just so in love with Steve at the minute. Enjoy, leave feedback please! As well, I feel the need to point out, no one has any permission to post my imagines elsewhere.

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Originally posted by allysargcnt


The brown eyed beauty collapsed onto the couch, hands swinging behind his head as a sigh escaped his pink full lips. The dish towel that he had been holding dropped onto his lap, and you smiled when the first thing he did was stretch his hands out to you, gesturing for you to come over to him. You lowered yourself onto his lap, his arms tightening around your torso and his head fell into the crook of your neck. “Why are kids so difficult?” Steve muttered, the humming of his lips tickling your skin.

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Genre: witch!au (sort of based on the secret circle), smut, comedy, slight angst
Warnings: dom-ish!jimin, magical sex rituals (so slight blood play, breath play, temperature play), rough sex, cumplay
Word Count:  10k+
Summary:  The only reason you agreed to do this magical ritual with Park Jimin’s Circle was for the sake of your own Circle - to strengthen your individual magic. Yes, that means you’ll have to fuck him, but no, you weren’t happy about it because you hate Park Jimin. Once again, you were only doing this for your Circle. 

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“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: smut, angst
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keith, barging into shiro’s room: can you believe-

shiro: i know as your brother, i have to listen to you talk about your crush

shiro: but you’ve single handedly raised the carbon dioxide levels in the castle with all your sighing

shiro: i think you should consider telling lance how you feel

keith: when i die prematurely because my traitorous heart can’t handle a boy’s smile, then you’ll see. you’ll all see

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Friday finally comes around and we all gather around, anticipating an announcement about a tour, a book, or new merch.

except that’s not what happens. the video starts. it’s dnp sitting together in the lounge couch. they’re smiling, something is different about them.

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Aren’t my Friends- Sweet Pea x Reader

Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female!Reader

Words: 1094

Warning(s): Sadness, Loss of Friendship, Fluff

Description: With your friends always trying to set you up with someone, you come clean and tell them you already have a boyfriend. You just hoped they would have been more accepting.

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