and he looks around and he sees bones

anonymous asked:

so...a Victuuri version of that Adam Scott, Mark Hamill clip needs to happen y/y?

“38.7 million views in 24 hours. Do you know what that means? You beat Adele. You beat the Avengers. You beat that Psy video where he wears harem pants and pushes people off treadmills. You are in a very exclusive club, my friend.”

The audience laughs, and Yuuri should laugh too, but Kerry Washington’s skin is perfect and he can’t stop staring. And her teeth are so white that they don’t even look like teeth. It’s like when he was writing his thesis and spent so much time staring at the opening sentence of the discussion section that he had to check four times to make sure he spelled “the” right. There’s a name for that sort of brain malfunction, but hell if he knows what it is. 

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Do you think Derek ever remembers the Stiles that he first met, the loud mouthed, cheerful, quirky, smirking, always moving, always curious Stiles, basically the definition of ALIVE, and he knows Stiles has been through a lot even before that but it never crushed his spirit completely.

Do you think he looks at the Stiles after the nogitsune and everything else he’s had to go through, seeing right in front of him how much quieter Stiles is, how he might flinch at surprise noises or contact, how he doesn’t strive to know everything about anything anymore, how he keeps his head low and approaches things in a more calculating way, a tired way, rather than wholeheartedly.

Do you think he sees the tight lipped smile and the dark eyes and thinks to himself how he should have been more present, how he should’ve been able to do something, ANYTHING, to stop this from happening. Because it happened to himself, he should know how it goes by now, he should’ve seen the signs, he should’ve dared to believe the nagging voice in the back of his head and should’ve stepped forward when he saw that no one else would. But no, he had let himself believe in his self-pity, that Stiles, someone so great could never fall, that he could never experience something like Derek because he was too strong and too precious and too amazing, that he could never need someone like Derek when he has so many people around him.

Do you think he blames himself for not realizing sooner that they are both just people, that he is not some monster who attracts and deserves all the worst for just existing, that what happened to him could happen to anyone, and that Stiles is not an actual angel, who is immune to everything (even if he was Derek’s guardian angel).

Do you think Derek’s heart breaks over and over again every time Stiles half heartedly jokes that they’re all just broken now and that Derek isn’t alone.

Do you think he sees the plea in Stiles’ eyes that he doesn’t dare speak, the way Stiles had seen it in his before he had even known what he wanted, a touch, a hug, unconditional trust, but that he doesn’t know what to do because he still doesn’t trust himself, and all he wants to do is fall to his knees and tell Stiles he’s sorry for letting things go this way, and he knows that it’s pathetic and he’s just being his self-deprecating self again, and that it’s not helping anyone - it never has - but he doesn’t know what to do, all he knows is what Stiles had done for him and he knows he can’t be as great as Stiles, he can’t.

Do you think he tries anyway because he would give his heart and his soul, or what’s left of it anyway (sometimes he doesn’t believe there’s anything left at all but considering he’s alive, and considering the way something beats hard in his chest when Stiles’ eyes meet his there must be SOMETHING there) no matter how small and shattered- he’d give it all for Stiles. And he can’t rewind time and he can’t fix him, and Stiles deserves so much more than his shattered pieces, and one day surely, Stiles will find someone better, someone who serves as a cooling balsam to the pain within, and that thought makes his throat close up and his chest burn and it almost makes him turn away from Stiles because he’s been taught in the past not to give anything if there’s a risk he’ll get burnt- but he does it anyway, because this is Stiles and if he’s not getting what he needs from anyone else, if by chance he’s not letting anyone else in for the moment, if Derek knows where the cracks are and how to warm them, then he’ll be there. And he might not be enough but at least he’s something and maybe, just maybe he can serve some kind of purpose, whichever it may be, to preserve that last part of Stiles that’s hidden behind the cold exterior, maybe he’ll be just enough to help Stiles survive until his life pieces itself back together again and Stiles is back on his own two feet.

Do you think he takes Stiles’ hand, silently because he was never good with words, and because he remembers that most of the time Stiles had comforted him by touch alone, small gestures, rather than his wide vocabulary of words, and that he’s surprised when Stiles isn’t.

Do you think that the tears that form in Stiles’ eyes at the contact take all of the sorrys from Derek’s lips because he loses his breath when Stiles gives his hand a gentle squeeze and sniffles, smiling ever so slightly, not strong enough for an honest full fledged smile, because it would be a lie if he did, but this one is real and it’s the most beautiful thing Derek has ever seen because it means he was right, Stiles is still in there and he might know the one or other thing about getting him out.

Do you think they’re still overly careful around each other and about digging too deep, they’re cautious to protect each other, and they might seem to bicker and argue harshly on the outside about trivial things, but when it comes to words with depth they’re both quiet and calm, and Derek sticks to his silent gestures until they start losing their power.

Do you think the time he sets a hand on Stiles’ back and Stiles pulls away, fear makes his chest tight that he’s reached his limit and he’s not enough anymore, that he’s got nothing more left to give and that this is the point where he has to let Stiles go to find someone better, someone worthy, who will put that real, honest, full fledged, ear to ear grin on Stiles’ face in the most vulnerable of moments.

Do you think Derek remembers that time, where Stiles broke through all his walls and looked straight into his soul with just one word, a seemingly irrelevant word in an irrelevant conversation that had nothing to do with either of them, really, except for fighting off a threat with a paralyzing tail.

Do you think he remembers how Stiles gave everything back then, prior to that word, he used all the energy he had left in him to keep both their heads over water and that he would’ve died to try and save them both, and Derek had found a way to dismiss it, thinking Stiles is the kind of person who would sacrifice himself for anyone, kind of like himself except that Derek did it because he thought he deserves to die much more than anyone else and Stiles probably did it because he thinks no one deserves to die unless they’re trying to kill someone else.

Do you think he takes a step forward to chase the step Stiles took away and tells him simply “you’re not alone”, and it’s three words to Stiles’ one but it’s the best he’s got and he always knew his best is not even close to Stiles’, and he knows he’s got to try everything, give it everything he’s left in him all the way to the end, because Stiles’ would do the same for him if he let him, and he has to take the chance just in case Stiles lets him to the same.

Do you think Derek keeps on talking, thinking about the way he likes hearing Stiles’ voice when he’s down, and talking might not come easy to him but it gets easier when he sees Stiles is listening and his shoulders slump as if he’s finally letting some of the weight of his walls fall.

Do you think Derek envelopes Stiles tightly, not trying to prevent it when he breaks and starts sobbing into his chest, but holding him together so that he doesn’t feel shattered and scattered all over the place when the tears slowly cease, and it hurts, seeing Stiles like this, hearing the sobs that wrenched from him, and maybe it’s such a punch to the gut that Derek tears up himself, but this time he has to be there for Stiles so he keeps talking, making sure Stiles has something to focus on beside the sounds of his sobs.

Do you think that maybe when they both quiet down, exhausted, and Derek sees how reluctant Stiles is to leave his side just for a shower, even if he can’t look Derek in the eyes at the moment, and how they somehow drift back to each other when they lie down, how Stiles grasps onto his shirt tightly when Derek brings his arms back around him, that maybe Derek starts to think maybe there was a reason they kept getting pulled back to each other, maybe there’s a reason they can see past each other’s defenses and see more in each other than either would ever dare to admit, maybe, just maybe, he can be enough for Stiles, the way a scrawny, pale but dotted with moles, sarcastic 147 pounds of skin and bones teenager simply believing in him was enough or him years ago.

anonymous asked:

Heya could you do an AU where Jughead is a serpent that transferred from southside high to riverdale high and Betty, the golden student shows him around but they end up arguing because he's really blunt and tough and while they're arguing a lot of sexual tension and maybe even a major sesh? ;) thankss

Jughead kicked at the old locker, his combat boot nudging the metal as it produced a satisfying clang. A smaller boy in glasses walked past him, staring openly at the Southside Serpent logo proudly displayed on his leather jacket. Jughead smirked at him, rolling the toothpick around his mouth, apparently Riverdale didn’t allow smoking on its grounds, so the tooth pick would have to do.

He leaned casually against the wall as he waited for his “tour guide” someone was supposed to be showing him this hick highschool, the pristine walls and perfectly dressed students made his neck itch.

“Jughead Jones?”

He turned around and quickly came face to face with the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen in his life. The girl before him had long blonde hair tucked into a tight ponytail, accentuating her high cheek bones and bright green eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered softly as she smiled with her heart shaped lips. She wore a light pink sweater that Jughead suddenly had the urge to touch and see if it was as soft as it looked. Her jeans fit her in all the right places and her tiny ballet flats had little bows on the front.

“I’m Betty Cooper, I’m going to be showing you around. Welcome to Riverdale.” She smiled warmly placing a hand to his arm and turning him towards the hallway.

“The town with pep” he mumbled sarcastically

Betty turned to look at him with a confused smile before shaking her head and continuing with her speech, after about ten minutes of Riverdale History, Jughead dropped dead and slurped at the water fountain

“No offense princess, but I’m really not interested in how long the building has been around for. Nice try though” he smirked cockily as she turned towards him

“Princess…I.. never mind, okay so you’re not interested in facts, or speaking. That’s fine, I’ll show you to your classes.” She plastered a fake smile on

“Don’t bother, I won’t be going to half of them, we can’t all be straight A students .” He said nonchalantly, stuffing his hands into his pockets and grinning as he saw her neck heat up.

“Okay.. that’s okay. What about the cafeteria? You have to eat at some point.” She said throwing her hands up and huffing

“Sit in a confined area with all of your upperclass friends? Sounds like a great idea, do I get to sit with the perfect girl next door?” He joked, catching up to her quick steps.

Betty whipped around, her hair smacking him in the face as she hissed in his face

“Don’t call me that!”

His eyes widened and he was left speechless at the intensity and anger in her eyes.

She took a step back before narrowing her eyes

“You think because you wear some stupid jacket and have dirt beneath your fingernails you’re any different than me? You think I’m perfect, I don’t struggle? I’d much rather be the girl next door than some judgmental, moody tough times bad boy.” She straightened the collar of her top and moved to walk away but he gripped her wrist pulling her back. His eyes burning into hers, his hands coming in contact with the scars on her palms, he glanced down before pulling her back into his chest

“I didn’t mean anything by it.. I…” he stuttered, her eyes held something he had never seen before and before he knew it her lips were on his and he was shoving her roughly against the nearest locker, the thud echoed in the empty hallway. Her lips moved to his neck as he hiked her leg on to him moaning at the feel of her soft skin under his hands.

She whimpered as he sucked on the warm skin of her neck unbuttoning the first few buttons.

They were both interrupted by the clearing of a throat from their right, pulling her hands from his hair, Betty gasped slightly whenJughead dropped his hands to her waist, As the principal looked shocked at the pair, shaking his head before walking away.

Betty was bright scarlet as she fixed her buttons and adjusted her ponytail, avoiding his eyes. She was surprised when she felt his long fingers cup her chin, bringing her gaze to his.

“I’m not like what you hear, I’m not some asshole who just kisses random girls like that. It’s.. uhh.. you’re..”

Betty nodded, her eyes twinkling before she dropped a slow kiss to his lips

“Okay.” She whispered.

The dark haired, mysterious boy breathed a sigh of relief before draping an arm over her shoulder marking her as his, something incredibly popular on the Southside as he stared proudly at the beautiful blonde

“Come on then green eyes, show me this cafeteria.”

you know...

Fake dating, flirty, Friday ficlet ahead. (TGIF) (Modern AU, 1300 words, rated T)


“Ow!”

“Sorry Swan, I didn’t just put that cabinet there, it’s been in place since I moved in.”

The leg pressed against his side digs a bit into his ribs and he chuckles, giving his best friend a cocky smirk as she rubs at the back of her head she’s just slammed into his upper cabinet after a too hearty laugh. They’re both a little tipsy, teetering closer over the edge into drunk with each pass of the bottle of rum between them. Said bottle is in his hand now and he twirls the brown liquid around, wondering how many sips they have left and if it’s really a good idea for Emma to be sitting on the counter in her current state.

“Shit, I hear Ruby. Killian, do me a favor?”

Not looking up from the bottle he merely nods, knowing there is very little in the world he won’t agree to do for Emma Swan.

“Eyes up here, sailor, this is important.”

Her green eyes are wide and imploring and his hand wraps around her knee in support of whatever distress has suddenly come over her.

“What is it, love?”

“Ruby is desperate to pair me up and mentioned bringing someone with her tonight for me to meet. I’m really not in the mood. Or interested. Can we…you know…pretend for just a minute…to…you know…”

A cold sweat breaks out beneath his flannel, his heart both breaking and doubling in time at the suggestion of pretending to “you know” with the woman sitting beside him. He’s wanted to “you know” with Emma for longer than he can remember, so it won’t take much on his part to sell the idea. He can’t help but feel lost at her wanting to pretend.

“But Ruby knows we’re just friends, so won’t she smell bullshit a mile away?”

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We need to talk about something.

And that something is the way Harry would behave when you get home from the gym.

You get back, absolutely exhausted from a hard workout, your gym clothes cool and damp with sweat, sticking to your skin. And Harry’s in the kitchen cooking some “protein” noodles or maybe they’re zoodles or squoodles, and for whatever reason he’s only got a pair of tight joggers on, his chest completely exposed to the boiling pot.

“Don’t burn yourself,” you sigh, remembering the last time he cooked nearly naked and little grease spatter burns were across his belly for at least a week. You kick off your shoes, bending to remove the sweat-soaked socks from your feet. A sharp hiss escapes you as you feel the burn in your thighs.

“S’the matter?” he asks, turning the stove top off and removing the pot before crossing over to you.

“My thighs burn,” you mutter, slowly easing yourself up. Harry’s closer now, arms outstretched with his hands running over your shoulders. His fingers twist around a bit of damp hair before he pulls them back, brushing them lightly beneath his nose. “Are you trying to smell my sweat?”

“Yeah,” he grins unabashedly, taking a fist full of your wet hair and inhaling deeply. He growls in pleasure, before placing a kiss on your neck. “What do they call it? Natural musk?”

“I do not have a musk, Harry!”

You stomp away from him, but the ache in your thighs keeps you from achieving the desired dramatics.

“Yeh do, love, and it’s sexy,” he says, easily closing the distance between you once more as he slithers his arms around your waist and rests his head atop yours, swaying you gently.

“Well, I think I’m smelly and would like to take a shower.”

“Can I help yeh with that, love?”

Turning in his arms, you give him a hard look. “No,” you answer firmly, “because to you helping is fucking and I’m just too exhausted for that right now.”

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so I’ve always been curious about just what is happening during the triumvirate reunion at the end of The City on the Edge of Forever but it all happens so fast I can’t see it! so I exploded the gif and, honestly, every frame is pure joy but here are some of my favs:

spock hittin the brakes

‘spock do u hear that?’

‘omg it’s bones!!’

at first you think bones is just taking a step outside, but no

bones is fucking RUNNING towards them. look at that bent knee; perfect for jumping into the arms of his husbands

and then jim throws his arms open. yes! hug him!!

jim is going in for the kill, and spock is realizing that he’s not going to get a hug unless he acts fast. meanwhile if you look closely you can see bones’ smile as he sets himself up for an armful of excitable captain

pictured: pure happiness

kirk just LAUNCHES himself

and bones is right there to catch him (notice the blurry hand to kirk’s right)

as the two hug, spock keeps reaching for bones

bones is so ecstatic he misses the spock-reach at first. he goes for a full hug with jim, both arms wrapping around him

so pure

this one is my fave. he is SO happy

now bones notices spock is reaching for him. good thing, too, because spock is about two seconds away from just hugging them both

spock goes up…

…but bones goes down

ending in a handshake. which can be interpreted multiple ways (is it a vulcan kiss or a brotherly statement of affection? or both?)

whatever it is they seem to share a moment. bones’ unbridled joy is somewhat tempered, but he seems more at ease. perhaps shaking spock’s hand made him realize how serious the situation was, if spock of all people was worried about him

he slowly lets go of jim (but jim does NOT let go of him. look at that glomp!) while continuing to shake spock’s hand, struck by the power of their reunion. he looks into spock’s eyes once more…

…and then to their joined hands, smiling slightly.

Jealousy

Author’s note: THIS IS NOT THE PART I SENT TO MY PROFESSOR!!! This is actually SFW, the smut is allllll in the next part ;) I’m not done tweaking it yet, so for now here’s this!!


I’m hungry.

A loud clanging noise came from the kitchen, causing you to turn your head. An out-of-breath Jaehee peeked out from the around the corner, completely covered in flour.

“Sorry about that,” she smiled apologetically, “dinner should be ready in-”

“JAEHEEEEE, I THINK I BURNT SOMETHING!!”

Seven’s panicky voice echoed throughout Jumin’s apartment. Jaehee sighed and turned around, mumbling something about ‘who let Luciel in the kitchen,’ and how she was going to ‘make sure they never saw the light of day again.’

After watching her storm out of the room, you turned back to Zen.

“What were you saying?”

Zen leaned back into the couch and kicked his legs up on the coffee table.

“Just how annoying it is that we have to host our monthly RFA dinners at his house,” Zen glared at Jumin.

The businessman stopped poking at his sleeping cat and stood up. “It’s not like I asked for this!” He made his way across the room and plopped down on the other side of you. “I’m merely a victim of being volunteered.”

“Victim? Please, you don’t even understand the word.”

“I’ll have you know-”

“Can you two not do this?”

Zen and Jumin looked at the blonde gamer sitting on the ground in front of you. “I can’t hear my game if you guys constantly bicker!”

“Or,” you threw a pair of headphones at his head, “you could just wear these.”

Yoosung quickly dodged the flying object. He crossed his arms and pouted.“You could’ve hit me, MC!!”

“Sorry, I’m just hangry.”

As if on que, you stomach growled.

“Speaking of angry,” Zen looked around, “where the hell is your boyfriend?”

You held up your phone and waved it around. “He just texted me saying he’ll be late.”

Yoosung mashed down a couple buttons on his controller and turned back around. “He better not flake on us this time!”

No promises…

Your stomach growled again and you sunk farther back in between Jumin and Zen. You heard quiet laughter coming from you right and swung a pillow in that direction.

“Don’t laugh at my misery, Zen.”

He grabbed the pillow from your hand and chunked it across the room. “Careful, you could’ve hit my money maker,” he gestured to his face.

You and Jumin looked at each and rolled your eyes.

“If that’s your money maker you must be one poor man,” Jumin chided.

“I wasn’t talking to-“

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“That,” you hopped up and moseyed your way toward the door, “should be Saeran.”

And what good timing.

The door clicked and you swung it open.

“Hi.”

Saeran gave you his heart-warming, soul-melting, could-bring-you-back-to-life smile.

“Hey.”

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.

A loud cough finally broke the two of you apart.

You pulled away and wiped your mouth, staring at the your now very flushed boyfriend. Saeran muttered an apology before walking over to the couch, taking your spot between Zen and Jumin. You followed him, sitting down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist again and rested his head on your shoulder.

“So,” Yoosung paused his game and set down his controller, “why were you so late?”

Saeran looked down at Yoosung and shrugged. “I didn’t want to come.”

Yoosung formed an “O” with his mouth and looked away. Zen pulled out his phone and opened up his front camera, checking himself out. You looked over at Jumin, who was picking at his nail beds.

This is awkward.

You clapped your hands together, getting everyone’s attention.

“Let’s play charades!”


“For the last time,” you glared at Jumin, “I’m NOT A CAT!”

“Forty-five seconds left!”

“It’s not my fault you’re a terrible actress!”

“Forty seconds.”

“Well, what about you? This is the FIFTH round you’ve guessed a cat!”

“Thirty-five seconds.”

“And? For all I know you could’ve been one!”

“Thirty sec-”

“YOOSUNG, SHUT-UP!”

Both you and Jumin yelled at the blonde in sync. Yoosung’s eyes widened and he slowly put down the timer.

“S-Sorry, just trying to help,” he held his hands up in surrender.

Saeran sighed, “You do realize they’re on the other team, right?”

“Yeah, but they’re so… bad.”

“Watch it,” you shot Yoosung a bone-chilling look.

How the hell am I supposed to act out The Titanic?

Desperately, looked around the room.

“Zen, come here.”

He looked up from his phone and groaned. “I already told you I didn’t want to waste my talents playing-”

“Get your ass up here before I shove that phone down your throat.”

In a flash Zen was standing next to you. Covering it up so Jumin couldn’t see, you showed him the paper.

“I have an idea, but I need your help.”

You tugged on his shirt, forcing him to lean down. Cupping his ear, you whispered your plan to him.

“Alright, got it.”

Jumin better get this.

As you spread your arms out, Zen wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on top of your head and you opened your mouth.

“I’m flying!”

Jumin stood up and pointed at you. “The, u-uhh, THE TITANIC!”

“YES!!”

Jumin clapped his hands together and smiled. Without thinking, you turned around and gave Zen a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you soooo much!”

He lifted you up and spun you around before setting you back down. “See!! Aren’t I an amazing actor?”

“The best.”

A chill shot down your spine when you heard the venom laced in those words. You felt a hand snake around your waist and pull you away from Zen.

“Thanks, Saeran!”

Zen is such an airhead sometimes.

As Jumin bragged to the others about his superior guessing skills, you focused on your boyfriend.

“What’s with the sudden mood change?”

He gave you his classic ‘are you really that dumb’ look and sighed. He motioned with his eyes to something behind you.

Or someone.

You lowered your voice to a harsh whisper. “Are you jealous?”

“…You kissed him.”

“On the cheek, for like, half a second. It was completely platonic!”

“Does he know that?”

“Yes!”

“Hmph,” he looked away from you, letting go of your waist.

“Come on,” you grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you, “don’t be like that. I love you, remember?”

The corners of Saeran’s mouth twitched. You smiled and took a step forward, “Now, kiss me like you don’t want to lose me.”

Something dark gleamed in his eyes, and he gave you a devious grin. “Don’t mind-”

“FOOD’S READY!!”

You let go of his face and pushed past him. Finally, I’m starving!!

Little did you know food wasn’t the only thing you were gonna put in your mouth tonight.

The Arrangement (Part 10: The Gala)

Summary: The gala finally arrives, and Dean is absolutely floored by your dress. An interaction with Samuel leaves Dean fuming, but you calm him down. Dean finally admits his feelings.

Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3,300 (hold onto your hats kids it’s a long one)

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, anxiety, mild smuttiness

A/N: It’s here it’s here it’s here it’s here the gala is finally HERE I’m so excited for you guys to read this part!!! It’s long, so settle in! This part is inspired by the song In Case You Didn’t Know, by Brett Young (ohmygod now I’m so nervous to post this aaaaahhhhh)

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So everyone who donated to the IRC fundraiser was amazing, but I had one donor where I actually had to email them and be like “Did you…mean this amount?” and I thought I’d do a little something extra for them. So for @s2ma, a bit longer even than the “this is well over 100 words” fics I did: 

any Tony/Steve with Tony being a responsible human and taking care of Steve would be welcome

The moment it happened was straight out of the climax of an action flick. Not that Tony had never had “this is a bad buddy film from the eighties” moments before, but the craftsmanship of that spontaneous moment was truly admirable. 

In the wake of Hydra’s fall, a lot of technology had gone missing and a couple of splinter groups had gone rogue; there were the Sons of Schmidt, the Nine Heads, the Hydra Skulls. The FBI handled most of the in-country Hydra cells, and some shadowy agency or other, probably at the behest of Coulson from a shadowy bunker somewhere, handled the international ones. Most weren’t worth the Avengers rolling out of bed for. 

Spydra was different, aside from having a super dumb name, Tony thought. Spydra had been formed primarily out of one of Hydra’s more far-flung heads, the one that dealt with scrubbing their presence from records, repainting Hydra agents as eager soldiers and law officers, and gathering blackmail material. They’d spent most of their blackmail capital squeaking past Steve’s hurricane of fury in the wake of the battle over the Potomac. Now they were trying to bill themselves as a guerrilla band of freedom fighters, stomped down on by SHIELD and Captain America, victims of a new liberal form of fascism. 

But they were also really clever, and they knew how to strike.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt #4 for the ask thing

4. “I’m not drunk, I s-swear.”

“No, mom, I’m just staying at Nico’s”, Will grins and winks at Nico. Nico thinks it’s pretty impressive if they can pull this off. “It’s late already, and it’s not like I have school tomorrow or anything.”

Nico hears Will’s mother’s voice through the line but doesn’t listen to what she’s saying. Instead he focuses on his boyfriend’s neck, so well at hand from where he’s lying next to Will on the bed. He presses a soft, lingering kiss by the pulse point and feels Will run a hand through his hair. I’m going to miss this.

“Mom - no, listen. I need to leave for college in a week. Who knows when I’m going to see him again.”

That’s - not actually entirely true. Not that Will’s mother needs to know that they’re planning on visiting each other most every weekend. Nico throws an arm across Will’s chest and plays with the hem of his shirt. He’s not particularly looking forward to the four hour drive from New York to Boston every other weekend, but if it means he can spend time with Will he’ll do it over and over again.

Will sighs to the phone, and Nico peppers his kisses down to the barely exposed collar bone. “I know, mom. I’m gonna miss you, too. But Nico’s my -” Nico can see how Will swallows, can feel the hold around his shoulders tightening, “he’s my best friend.”

Again, not entirely true, but this Nico can live with. His own parents wouldn’t be too happy about him dating a boy, either, so he can understand where Will comes from. Besides, this way they can sleep in the same room, in the same bed, and no one has to go down the hall to the guest room.

Nico nuzzles to Will’s neck and presses his body closer to Will’s. Their legs tangle together as he listens to Mrs Solace go on and on about something he can’t quite hear. She’s probably trying to guilt trip Will into going home for the night, like she has tried so many times before. Sometimes Nico wonders if she likes Nico at all.

“I’ll be home every night for the rest of the week, mom.”

That makes Nico look up at Will, who shoots him an apologetic look and mouths sorry as his mother keeps talking. Nico knows they have no other choice. That doesn’t mean he has to be happy about it.

Without saying anything, Nico shimmers down the bed until he can press his face to the small sliver of skin peeking from under the hem of Will’s shirt. He breathes in deeply before starting to leave teasing kisses all over, and grins when he feels Will’s muscles tense under his lips.

“Yes, I promise”, Will says, and his voice is a little strained as he lifts a hand to bury it in Nico’s hair again. Nico pushes the shirt up to expose more skin and uses his teeth to nip around Will’s navel. “H-how about this. We can all go to Grandma’s for dinner tomorrow. Just please, let me spent some time tonight with Nico - oh.”

Will’s voice cuts into a barely there sigh when Nico dips his tongue to the navel and quickly moves on to suck a mark next to it. Will grips Nico’s hair tightly in his fist, and Nico can hear Mrs Solace asking something. 

“No! No, mom, I’m not drunk, I s-swear.” He doesn’t sound very convincing anymore, but Nico can’t really blame him. If Will was running his hands up Nico’s sides like this when Nico’s trying to speak to his mother, he wouldn’t sound very convincing, either. 

Nico moves his lips lower, towards Will’s hip bone, and one of his thumbs flicks quickly over a nipple.

“You know what, mom, we can have this conversation tomorrow. Sleep well. Good night.” Will disconnects the call and drops his phone to the mattress unguardedly. “You’re a real devil, aren’t you, di Angelo?”

Nico grins before nipping at the skin by the waistline of Will’s pants. “Well, if you’re going to abandon me for the rest of the week I thought we could have a head start. Too bad your mother was hogging you all to herself.”

Will looks a little disgusted when he gives Nico a pointed look. “Please don’t mention my mother when your mouth is inches away from my dick.”

With a laugh, Nico climbs up on top of Will and leans in to kiss him, slow and meaningful. “Noted”, he mutters against Will’s lips and feels him smile. “Anything else?”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Music Series: Jealous by Nick Jonas

**Warning! First Music Series story that contains smut, so don’t say you weren’t warned! (If you prefer the MS stories stay pure and sweet, let me know. This story just kind of wrote itself, so it happened. Blame Harry, not me. I was apparently channeling him. :)

I love stories about Harry being possessive of you, not liking when men flirt with you and such. I have a story I may work into blog form where Harry is absolutely adorable in his jealousy, but for now, enjoy this!

Written to the song, “Jealous” by Nick Jonas. Link to this song on my Spotify playlist called, Singing In The Shower: https://open.spotify.com/track/2woCw59DHRIb1vcyQ2a7Ca

xo

Shelli

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I don’t like the way he’s looking at you

I’m starting to think you want him too

Am I crazy? Have I lost ya?

Even though I know you love me, can’t help it

Harry watches as you primp in the mirror. You’re excited to be going out to a big party with him. Many times when Harry is invited to things such as these, you stay home, not wanting to interfere constantly in his career this way. You knew that most times, these events were business and publicity, a ‘girlfriend’ being in the way, and you weren’t offended by it…much.

But tonight was different. You had specifically been invited by the host to come with Harry. It had felt like ages since you’d had an occasion to glam up like this, and you were going to look hot! You dressed in one of Harry’s favorite dresses, one he bought for you while traveling, just knowing you would look beautiful in it. You layered soft curls around your head, and applied your makeup perfectly for a night out on the town. As you spritzed on some of Harry’s favorite perfume, you looked at him as he stared holes through you.

“What?” you ask, worried. “What’s wrong? Is it too much? Should I change? I was afraid I was overdoing…” you ramble as you start to take off the dress, but Harry grabs your hands and refuses to let you do it.

“Nooo,” he said, holding your hands in his as he stood behind you, kissing your neck and shoulder. “Don’t you touch a thing. You look beautiful!”

You smile and finish and soon find yourself sitting next to Harry in the back of the chauffeured car, his hand rubbing yours gently.

“You look amazing, babe,” he says, staring at you again. “Damn.”

“Not every night I get to dress up,” you smile, happy your man is pleased. “You’re looking incredibly hot yourself, you know.”

He smirks and kisses your cheek.

As Harry makes his rounds through the party, being sure to talk to those he should, and stopping to smile into camera lenses for some, he looks around and sees you talking to a small group of people, one man in particular hovering a bit too closely. Harry excuses himself and begins walking toward you as his jealousy bone itches.

I turn my chin music up and I’m puffing my chest

I’m getting red in the face, you can call me obsessed

It’s not your fault that they hover, I mean no disrespect

It’s my right to be hellish. I still get jealous

You feel Harry’s hand on your waist as he kisses your cheek and smiles at the group of people. Harry looks at the man who had been looking at you in a way that Harry did not like. He raises his eyebrows at the man, shooting him a cocky glare as he caresses your side with his hand.

“Having a good time, baby?” Harry asks you, loudly enough for the man to hear.

“A wonderful time!” you say with a giggle, your drink already affecting you slightly. You are such a light-weight with alcohol!

Harry sees how the guy is still looking at you, and unapologetically excuses the two of you to leave the group. You loop your arm around his waist and squeeze closely to him as you walk.

“Gotta keep my eye on you, kitten,” he says into your ear over the sound of the music playing throughout the large room. “Everyone in the room wants you.”

You laugh and roll your eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you say as he shrugs his shoulders. “You’re the only one for me anyway.”

I wish you didn’t have to post it out

I wish you’d save a little bit just for me

Protective or possessive, yeah

Call it passive or aggressive

As the party continues, Harry is once again pulled from you as he speaks with some business contacts, and a friend in the business here and there. He watches as you talk with someone Harry recognized as a friend of yours, gleeful at seeing she was at the party, too. He smiles as he sees you grab the hand of your girlfriend and walk to the dance floor in the center of the huge room, making her dance with you to the loud music. You hold your phone out in front of the two of you, snapping photos to save as memories, and make kissy faces into the camera, then dance along, holding your friends hand, uncaring what anyone thinks. Harry thinks you’re adorable.

Soon Harry can’t help himself, making his way to the dance floor, dancing with both you and your friend, as people around the area take photos of the three of you. As the upbeat song ends, you hug your girlfriend, who wanders to find her date, and you start to walk off with Harry. But you feel Harry’s hand grab yours as a slow song begins and he pulls you tightly to his body. He smiles at you, kissing you lightly then resting his cheek against yours.

‘Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful

And everybody wants a taste

That’s why (that’s why)

I still get jealous

The feeling of being wrapped in Harry’s arms. The softness of his lips stealing kisses against your face and neck. The loving words whispered into your ear that only you can hear him say. In that moment, you are happy beyond words to be the person Harry has chosen to be with in his life. Your love for him ran deeply, and you had no hesitations in knowing he felt the same for you.

You’re the only one invited

I said there’s no one else for you

'Cause you know I get excited, yeah

When you get jealous too

As the two of you sway gently to the flowing music, you hear someone speaking next to you.

“Harry, may I get a photo with you, please?” the woman asked.

You turn and look at her, a bit unbelieving that she had ruined your beautiful moment together with Harry, then chuckling slightly at her balls, being unafraid to look at your man the way that she was.

Harry, being the kind, appreciative person that he always is, obliged the woman, giving you an apologetic look. You stepped away slightly, allowing her to get her photo with him, then waited for her to leave, but her balls were showing again as she continued talking to Harry and attempted a video with him. Harry saw the look on your face that she had such gall, and smirked slightly, teasing you by looking into the woman’s phone again and saying hi as she had requested.

As he giggles and turns again to see your reaction, his face fell slightly as he saw the man from before walk up behind you and speak into your ear, asking you to dance. You look at Harry with the same smirk he had just given you, but quickly remove it as you see his look change to one of anger.

I turn my chin music up and I’m puffing my chest

I’m getting red in the face, you can call me obsessed

It’s not your fault that they hover. I mean no disrespect

It’s my right to be hellish. I still get jealous

Harry stepped away from the woman with the phone without so much as another word and walked straight to you, putting his arm around your shoulder and leading you away from the man quickly. You feel Harry grab your hand tightly in his and weave quickly through the crowd of people, pulling you behind him. Harry drags you into a hallway and knocks on a bathroom door, then opens it swiftly, bringing you inside with him and locking the door from the other side.

Before you can say a word, Harry has you pushed up against the bathroom door, his mouth on yours, kissing you fiercely. You return his passion, biting his lip slightly, making him moan.

“You’re mine!” he says, breathing heavily through his nose, nostrils flared, teeth gnashed together. “Fuckin’ only mine!”

“Fuckin’ right I am!” you smart. “I was about to rip that woman’s head off if she touched you one more time.”

You see his lip quiver up on the corner into a smirk, then kiss you forcefully again. You feel his hands quickly reach up under your skirt, pulling your panties down, as your hands unfasten his trousers and drop them to the floor. Harry lowers his pants as you wrap your legs around him, back pressed firmly against the back of the door, and groan loudly into his mouth as he plows into you. Harry felt how wet you were for him.

“That for me?” he says. “Soaked for me, are you?” You nod and moan in confirmation as Harry hammers his cock into you. You hear the door rattle loudly with every thrust inside you…but Harry doesn’t seem to care that you could both be easily discovered, so neither do you. Kind of exciting, if you had to admit.

“My baby,” he growls against your ear, pumping his hips as his strong arms and hands keep you in perfect position. “Mine!” he says firmly, his throat clinched tightly.

“Only yours, Harry,” you assure him as you nibble his jawline.

He moans loudly as you feel him swell inside of you, causing your walls to grasp tightly around his dick. You hear his breathing become loud and raspy against your ear, feeling a slight perspiration at his temple against yours. You feel your body begin to quake against his as his cock shoots his bullet-like seed deeply, rhythmically into you. You feel the mixture of his cum and yours dripping out of you and down the insides of your thighs, as he slows his thrusts, kissing you breathlessly, the door no longer thumping under his attack.

He smiles at you, feeling proud of taking his girlfriend in the bathroom at a huge party. He kisses you again, pulling paper towels from the wall dispenser, cleaning between your legs for you, then wiping his own mess away. After a quick wash and redress, his lips find yours one more time, as he unlocks the door to open it.

“No eye contact with anyone. Straight to the car,” he says, lacing his fingers into yours as he holds tightly to your hand. “Not done with you yet.”

'Cause you’re too sexy, beautiful

And everybody wants a taste

That’s why (that’s why)

I still get jealous

As much as I love Jaal being confused by human anatomy the Angara are still mammals. So the theory that he doesn’t know what boobs are seems silly to me.

We haven’t seen a lady Angara naked but who says mammary glands have to be in the chest area? Maybe females have theirs below that collar bone for days. Or since its common for Angaran to be born in multiples then maybe they have them like cats or dogs and they fall flush when they aren’t producing milk. Which would lead to another aspect of boob confusion such as why Sara’s are still so prominent. Or if you’re into it, why Scott has nips at all if they don’t function.

I also love the idea of Jaal being fascinated by toes. Angaran toes could still serve a climbing and gripping purpose like Turian and Quarian toes. Hell even the Krogan have grippy feet, but humans are so flat with these multiple tiny toes I can see Jaal teasing Ryder about how useless their toes seem. Then he finds out humans are built for running instead of climbing and Ryder shows him Olympic events on Earth. Jaal is just so thrilled by the comradery and competition it moves him; that despite differences or unrest happening around Earth everyone can unite on an even playing field and enjoy something as an entire species.

Everything devolves into deep feeling and awe with Jaal. He could be examining Ryder’s ears and be amazed by the intricacy and fragility of the bones within such a clumsy looking structure. He traces Ryder’s palm and finds out that humans way back when would read the lines on someone’s palm and supposedly read their future. Then he wants Ryder to read his palm or teach him to read theirs. Wide hips confuse him since even female Angarans have thin waists and hips and he finds out how strange and painful birth is for humans. Well then he’s a worried mess for Sara and conflicted between wanting a large family like his own and not wanting to hurt her.

I love thinking about Jaal. VwV

Intake (Pietro Maximoff)

Originally posted by marvelprincesspants

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff/Reader
Words: 1000
Warning(s): blood, injury
A/N: its mY BOY PIETROO Im glad to write him im so sorry this took forver.
Request: can you do a pietro one shot where the reader has the ability to absorb other injuries and she takes in all his wounds, almost dying for him but it ends in fluff??


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From this side of the house I could see dimly through the rain the outline of a rocky, grass-topped hill in the distance. It reminded me of the fairies’ dun where I had stepped through a rock and emerged from a rabbit hole. Only six months. But it seemed like a very long time ago

Jamie had come to stand beside me at the window. Staring absently out at the driving rain, he said, “There was another reason. The main one.” 

“Reason?” I said stupidly. 

Why I married you.” 

“Which was?” I don’t know what I expected him to say, perhaps some further revelation of his family’s contorted affairs. What he did say was more of a shock, in its way.

 “Because I wanted you.” He turned from the window to face me. “More than I ever wanted anything in my life,” he added softly.

I continued staring at him, dumbstruck. Whatever I had been expecting, it wasn’t this. Seeing my openmouthed expression, he continued lightly. “When I asked my Da how ye knew which was the right woman, he told me when the time came, I’d have no doubt. And I didn’t. When I woke in the dark under that tree on the road to Leoch, with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, ‘Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman.’ ” 

I started toward him, and he backed away, talking rapidly. “I said to myself, ‘She’s mended ye twice in as many hours, me lad; life amongst the MacKenzies being what it is, it might be as well to wed a woman as can stanch a wound and set broken bones.’ And I said to myself, ‘Jamie, lad, if her touch feels so bonny on your collarbone, imagine what it might feel like lower down …’ ”

He dodged around a chair. “Of course, I thought it might ha’ just been the effects of spending four months in a monastery, without benefit of female companionship, but then that ride through the dark together”— he paused to sigh theatrically, neatly evading my grab at his sleeve—“ with that lovely broad arse wedged between my thighs”— he ducked a blow aimed at his left ear and sidestepped, getting a low table between us—“ and that rock-solid head thumping me in the chest”— a small metal ornament bounced off his own head and went clanging to the floor—“ I said to myself …” 

He was laughing so hard at this point that he had to gasp for breath between phrases. “Jamie … I said … for all she’s a Sassenach bitch … with a tongue like an adder’s … with a bum like that … what does it matter if she’s a f-face like a sh-sh-sheep?” 

I tripped him neatly and landed on his stomach with both knees as he hit the floor with a crash that shook the house.

“You mean to tell me that you married me out of love?” I demanded. He raised his eyebrows, struggling to draw in breath. 

“Have I not … just been … saying so?” 

Grabbing me round the shoulders with one arm, he wormed the other hand under my skirt and proceeded to inflict a series of merciless pinches on that part of my anatomy he had just been praising.

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NEIGHBOURS(2)

TITLE -  Neighbours (One shot)

WARNINGS - SMUT , orgasm denial , ice play , mutual masturbation , NSFW PIC

WORDS -  1.8 k +

A/N -   TAW  @supersoldierslover  you are my everything . Thank you so much.

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Originally posted by minmiin1d

NEIGHBOURS 1 

“Mmmm Fuck , your lips do look pretty around my cock .”,he pushed the wet hair strands from your face and took your hair into his hands .

“Open your mouth wider Y/N .”, he pushed his cock further down your throat .  You moaned around him as you widened your jaw . It was stinging but you didn’t care. He was twitching in your mouth and you knew he was close.

You moved your head side to side and took him until his hair at the bottom tickled your nose. You gagged around him sending vibrations through his cock . His grip on your hair tightened .

“Fuck Fuck Fuck Hmmm Y/N.”, he moaned   as you massaged his balls and licked his the sides of his dick  .  You looked up to meet his eyes . His mouth open in pleasure and an innocent look in his eyes .

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I’ve been sort of working with the British Men of Letters.

Aside from an edge of defiance, the words lack emotion. They hit Dean like a slap. He tries not to show how much they hurt. Another day, another betrayal, what else is new? And as she tries to explain, to justify, he looks right at Sam. Sees the pain his brother can’t hide. He moves closer to him, pulled by a bone-deep instinct to protect. 

When Dad disappeared, Sam and I looked around, and something became very clear. That the only thing we had in this world – the only thing, aside from this car – was each other.

His own words bounce around his head. He’d been stupid to think this time would be any different. Now his mom is talking about family. Family comes first, the party line. Bullshit. People always claiming they’re family then stabbing them in the back. Or, hell, right in the face. So family? Is Sam. 

Fic: Only The Beginning

Title: Only The Beginning
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In the immediate aftermath of the final battle, Belle and Rumpelstiltskin begin their happily ever after. Featuring a nursery, reunion sex, and the return of Belle’s wedding ring.

A/N: So this is basically all of my post-finale Rumbelle feelings summed up in a 9,000 word fic. I still can’t believe Rumbelle got their baby back, and a happy ending!

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The walk back from the mines is quiet.

Rumple has already explained what happened while she was nursing her ankle, the confrontation with his darker self that – even if she had been capable – Belle would have known he had to fight alone. It came out in a rush, disbelieving and shaking as they held their son together for the first time. He told her everything, and she is proud of him, prouder than she has words to express. He had fought the darkness, rejected it, and won. He had felt the shift: his darkness, the thick black magic in his veins, had turned to light. She had been right all along, and he is sorry, so sorry, for having doubted her.

The baby in the basket in Belle’s arms, their precious boy restored to them whole and innocent, is proof enough of Rumpelstiltskin’s victory. Belle tells him so, again and again, and he almost looks as if he believes this might be real after all.

But as they leave the mines, they lapse into silence.

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Overwhelmed

Characters: Bones x Reader

Request: none, but it was inspired by @bkwrm523‘s post about back pain and migraines… and i’m stressed so that too

A/N: I feel like I haven’t written bones in forever and I was missing my grumpy doctor <3. No grump here, tho, just gratuitous fluff and some smut 

Warnings: light smut, fluff, lil bit o angst?, jerk spock in the beginning

Words: 2960

tags: @outside-the-government @yourtropegirl

The sound of glass shattering makes you jump and turn around in alarm.  A few feet behind you one of your rookie techs is standing near a lab bench behind you, staring in shock at the broken glass at her feet.  In an instant you know what it is; the mini habitat you’d constructed in the lab to mimic the conditions of the last planet the Enterprise had visited.  Your team, led by you and overseen by Commander Spock himself, had been tasked with studying the various flora and fauna the team had retrieved from the surface of the planet.  This particular terrarium had contained the beginnings of a fruit bearing bush, one that the commander had been particularly interested in for its healing properties.  The only sample had been in that tank.  Which was in pieces, on the hard floor of your lab.  

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