“I’m sorry,” he said in a thick voice. “I’m sorry I left. I know I was a- a-” He looked around at the darkness, as if hoping a bad enough word would swoop down upon him and claim him. “You’ve sort of made up for it tonight,” said Harry. “Getting the sword. Finishing off the horcrux. Saving my life.” “That makes me sound a lot cooler than I was,” Ron mumbled. “Stuff like that always sounds cooler than it really was,” said Harry. “I’ve been trying to tell you that for years.” Simultaneously they walked forwards and hugged, Harry gripping the still sopping back of Ron’s jacket.
We were opposites at birth I was steady as a hammer No one worried ‘cause they knew just where I’d be And they said you were the crooked kind And that you would never have no worth But you were always gold to me
Warnings: Language, attempted assault, Bucky saves the day,
Word Count: 2300+
Request: “Hey can I request a Bucky or Clint x reader?
While he was taking a night time stroll through the city he saves a young
college age girl from being assaulted by some drunks. She was injured and
terrified so he brings her to the tower to clean her up and calm her down. She
ends up staying the night and since he’s taking a break from missions he
promises to walk her home every night. They become close and start dating.”
A/N: So, this was a lot longer then I intended,
but I couldn’t help it. I hope you guys enjoy!
The gifs not mine, credit to the wonderful
The night was always a
struggle for Bucky. The horrors of his past would come rushing back to him,
taunting him. He’d wake each night in a cold sweat, his heart pounding and
throat raw from his screams. Bucky would never be able to fall asleep after
that, his brain would keep the memories fresh. So instead, he’d find other
means to calm his mind. Sometimes the only way he could succeed was with a
quiet walk through city. A walk he was taking right now, trying to sooth his
Hey sweetie, here’s the completed request and I hope it is up to standard. I tweeked it slightly because I thought It’d be weird for reader not to know how filming works if they’ve been together for some time. Enjoy!
Sebastian and (Y/N) met on a cold winter morning in the small cafe round the corner of his apartment.
(Y/N) was on her way to work that morning and was going to grab herself a cup of tea to start the day and Sebastian was back in New York after a long three months of filming away in Los Angles. He was on his way back home from his session at the gym when he stopped to get himself breakfast at the cafe.
The poor man forgot his wallet at the gym locker and was left stranded at the cafe, his bagel and cup of joe in hand, but no money what so ever to pay for them.
(Y/N) was behind him in line and noticed the worry lines forming on his forehead and the awkward smile the server had on her face. She realized the man in front of her seemed to have forgotten his wallet and just as he was about to call someone to come help him pay when she stepped forward and placed a couple of bills on the counter and ordered her tea with a smile.
“I’ll take an English Breakfast and please put his order on my tab.” (Y/N) offered, giving Sebastian a nod and a smile.
His face immediately loosened up and a relieved smile hung on his lips.
“Thank you so much. I forgot my wallet back in the gym and I was just about to get someone to help me bring it over.” Sebastian said, his smile still not fading as he took in (Y/N) dressed in a simple white dress shirt, tucked into a mid-length pencil skirt, a pair of deep burgundy heels on her feet, her hands filled with documents.
Sebastian didn’t get to pay (Y/N) back for his breakfast that day. She brushed him off when he offered to leave her his number, much to his amusement. But that didn’t stop the actor from sitting at the table right by the cafe’s door every morning from that day on.
(Y/N) was having a lazy Sunday lounging in her apartment. She and Sebastian’s relationship has been going strong for six months and the actor was away on a movie filming schedule out of town. It was the first time Sebastian was to be away for more than a week for filming since they got together.
The couple made it a point to stay in contact via FaceTime and texts whenever their busy schedules allowed.
Sebastian was (Y/N)’s second boyfriend since her first back in college and she was overwhelmed by everything and even more so considering Sebastian’s job as an actor.
She didn’t know much about the film industry, having no friends or acquaintance working in Film other than Sebastian. She did know, however, that Sebastian was filming in a movie where he plays a gymnast.
Grabbing the iPad off the coffee table, she clicked on the app for news and habitually go to the entertainment segment, a habit she acquired once she started dating an actor.
She let the page load and shuffled to the cookie jar only to be disappointed by the lack of sweet treats, knowing that Sebastian probably snuck a few during his cheat day.
Her focus was pulled away by the iPad as she saw her boyfriend in one of the banners on screen. Her boyfriend, Sebastian Stan, was buck naked behind an equally naked blonde female, in an extremely compromising position.
Her eyes widened in disbelief, hands reaching for the device. Clicking on the article, (Y/N) desperately attempted to keep her tears at bay and read through.
Sebastian was apparently filming a sex scene with his female co-star for his next movie, The Bronze. Her boyfriend, Sebastian Stan, was filming a sex scene in LA, and (Y/N) had no idea it was happening.
Her hand loosened its grasp on the tablet and it slipped through, hitting the floor with a loud thud.
Just then, the familiar alert tone on FaceTime rang through her now silent apartment.
(Y/N) took one look at the caller and switched the device off and trudged back into her bedroom, wanting some time alone to clear her thoughts.
Why would Sebastian film a sex scene?
He’s an actor, but a sex scene?
Couldn’t they have gotten someone else that looked like him from the back to do it?
Why would he have sex with someone and not think to tell her?
Was it because they hadn’t taken that step in the relationship?
Was it her fault?
Thoughts flew past her mind, the worst it got as time passed. She couldn’t fathom the reason her loving boyfriend would go off and have sex with someone for a film and not think to ask if (Y/N) was comfortable with it.
Sebastian was well into the 50th call and 70th text message and all platforms (Y/N) was contactable on. If he was worried when the first call when to voicemail after a few rings, he was downright out of his mind as he hung up the 51st call that sent him straight to the machine.
He was pacing around set, hands clutching onto his phone, the worried frown on his face evident to the crew members.
“Hey, I really got to go home. Right now. I’ll make sure to be back by the time my next scene starts filming tomorrow at dawn. I promise. I just really need to go back now.” Sebastian said, his words coming out hasty, face etched with worry.
Seeing him so explicitly worried, her co-star and director, Melissa, gave him the go-ahead to head back home even offering to book him his ticket.
It was a grueling 5 and a half hour flight, and Sebastian slept not a wink. Once he got off the plane, he was back on his mission to call you.
As the call went to voicemail once again, he let out a frustrated growl, swiftly making his way to hail a cab to your apartment.
You were curled up in the think blanket that still vaguely smelled like your boyfriend. Your eyes swollen, nosed red and stuffed up from the hours of crying and self-doubt.
The harsh opening of your room’s door shocked you as you turn to look at the intruder.
Your puffy eyes met with Sebastian gray ones, his eyes swimming with worry. He took only two quick steps and reached you. He gathered you close towards his broad chest, your form still wrapped in the thick duvet.
“I was so worried (Y/N). You scared me half to death,” he whispered into your neck, face buried in the comfort of your scent.
You pulled yourself from him lightly and looked down on your lap as you wrung the end of your sweater.
“Why are you back Seb? You should still be… be filming.” you replied, sounding resigned and tired.
Sebastian took one look at you and registered something was more than amiss. He placed his warm hands on your cheeks and kneeled by the bed, pulling your face towards him own, your foreheads touching.
“Whats wrong baby? You gotta talk to me,” he asked with a soft voice, eyes desperate for some sort of answer.
“I… just… am I enough for you?” (Y/N) questioned back, voice not louder than a whisper.
The question caught the man off guard, his eyebrows shot up, frown lines evident.
“Of course you’re enough. You’remorethan enough!” came his reply, his thumbs rubbing her now wet cheeks.
Her sobbing broke his heart and he was desperate to find out what made his sweet girlfriend so distraught.
“I… Then why… why would you… why would you have… have sex with… with someone else?” (Y/N)’s reply came out choppy between sobs.
Sebastian had an array of emotions passing through his face, from worry to confusion and finally to realization.
“Oh sweetheart, it was just a scene, my love. We didn’t do anything, God forbid!” Sebastian explained, gathering the weeping girl into his arms as he positioned himself on the bed, his back resting on the headboard, his girlfriend completely snuggled in his warmth.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t mention it before. It has been years since I last dated someone and my girlfriends before were all in the industry and it just completely slipped my mind that you may not understand how this works. Oh, baby, I am so sorry.” Sebastian tried to explain to (Y/N), pulling the girl closer to him,
“Everything was acting, we didn’t do anything that we shouldn’t have, I promise. I could even get you the uncut tape so you could check for yourself! Please don’t cry anymore.” he pleaded.
Hearing his explanation, you burst into even louder sobs. The guilt you felt was extreme. You couldn’t believe that you thought so lightly of your boyfriend and that you caused him so much worry he left filming just to come back to pacify you.
Your apologies came out choppy and sob-filled and you heaved out your sorry’s to Sebastian.
The man effortlessly lifted you off him and settled you next to him, still close.
“I’m sorry too, baby. I’m still new to our dating thing. And I may forget to tell you some things, I may even say the wrong things and make you upset. But please remember, I will always love you, no matter what you may think. Let’s work on this together alright?” Sebastian murmured, as he rested his forehead on hers.
(Y/N) gave him a nod of acknowledgment, teary eyes full of apologies.
“And you will be coming back with me to LA for filming alright, sweetheart? I’ll show you everything about my job! It’ll be fun I promise.” Sebastian offered as he placed a sweet kiss on your lips.
This is a requested piece. I have never written for Sebastian Stan before so I wouldn’t know if I’m any good. But I hope this was okay. As per usual, let me know if you’d like to be tagged or untagged!
For my other writings, search “Ting writes” on my Tumblr!”
Warning: Swearing. Gangster Shit. Sass. Physical Harm. Cat Fights. Law Breaking. Lying. Scandal. Mob Boss Shit.
A/N: Italicized pieces are basically Narrative parts.
you met Gary Unwin, your brother Charlie on his pay roll. You thought
the Mob Boss of London would be scarier. A man with his reputation, a
girl like you shouldn’t be caught dead with him, but you don’t care.
Being Eggsy’s dame came with a lot of perks and you only ask one thing
of him. “Stay out of jail.” But any Mobster’s girl should know, they
can’t keep their word. When Eggsy goes away, the crew looks to you for
orders. Can you stand with your man or is Mob life just not for you?
Summary: When Lucy agreed to go on a blind date she hadn’t been expecting, well, this. A valentine dedicated to my followers.
wasn’t what I planned on giving you for a valentine but the other one
started to turn a tad angsty and you all deserve some fluff from me
for once. ;D Hope everyone had a wonderful day full of love (whether
it be romantic, platonic, or even self).
evaluated her reflection in the store window thoughtfully. Not a
single blonde hair was out of place, but she found herself lightly
running her hands over the loosely curled strands just in case there
was any frizz she missed. Her make up was impeccable (as it should be
considering she spent over forty–five minutes agonizing over it),
and the little black halter dress she had finally decided on (another
hour long process) clung to her curvy body in all the right places.
looked good. Damn good.
smiled at the thought, but immediately sobered back into a fit of
nerves when she recalled exactly why she was dressed up in the first
place. Down the street, sitting innocently on the corner, was a busy
restaurant with a single man sitting at a table, waiting for her. A
man who she was apparently suppose to find from a white scarf.
had half a mind to just turn around and go back to her apartment.
This whole thing was completely ridiculous and she didn’t know why
she had ever listened to those twins Gem and Mini when it came to her
love life. Blind dates never turned out well for anyone. It was like
the unwritten rule in the dating world. So exactly why
she had spent hours on her appearance for a night that was ultimately
doomed to be a complete disaster was completely beyond her, but she
had a feeling that the twins insistence that the person they were
setting her up with was ‘perfect for her’ probably had something to
do with it.
sigh passed her glossed lips, fogging up the glass of the lovely shoe
display. Maybe she should just go shopping – those pink stilettos
in the corner there were incredibly cute. She could totally rock
course, then Gem and Mini would never let her hear the end of it.
thought of their echoed words of infinite frustration immediately had
her stepping away from the (oh so tempting) display and towards the
restaurant at the corner. One night of disaster would be better than
a lifetime of nagging from those two. Being that they were both
actors, they had the annoying habit of impersonating close friends,
especially when said friend had done something silly or stupid. It
was hilarious most of the time, their impersonations were always spot
on which made it even funnier, but the joke wasn’t quite so amusing
when it was her lack of dating prowess on front and center stage.
her phone before she stepped through the restaurant doors, she reread
the message Gem had sent her. 'He will be at Rainbow Sakura
Restaurant at 6pm wearing a white scarf and sitting at a table for
two. Have fuuuuuun!’ It was five after now (was fashionably late
still fashionable?) so if this mystery man had any kind of manners he
should be in there. Waiting for her.
tonight was going to be awful. She just knew it.
so i know in the latest ttazz about the shift that the adventure zone undergoes from being mostly boner jokes to being genuine fiction, and they all gave answers but none of them said what is the answer for me
because the moment that taz became more than a comedy podcast for me was actually pretty late on: the eleventh hour, chapter four. because it’s in that episode that for the first time griffin asks, “but how are thb feeling?”
and their answers aren’t even that important, but it separates the characters from the mcelroys in a way that had only been touched on before - they feel things, things different from what their players might be feeling. travis had probably done this the most out of the three (see: his friendship with carey) but the actual emotional content that isn’t done for laughs is still pretty minimal
from that point on, we see a continuation of this emotional check in, from the eleventh hour finale (which is deeply emotional for all of them but especially magnus) to taako’s date with kravitz and seeing merle’s kids. following that, the suffering game leads up to arms outstretched, which arguably is as wonderful as it is because of the emotions we the audience know are behind it.
from there on, the characters are developed much further than they were already established, and the boys begin to act much more than they were already, beyond character voices to actual characterization, and all four of them come in fucking clutch. it’s the precedent set by moments like those that allow the stolen century and story and song to work the way they do - if we weren’t emotionally tuned into the characters none of the last 10 -15 episodes would have half the punch they did
my point is that the emotional development sneaks up on you, but it’s deffo there, and i think it really starts in the eleventh hour.
Here’s an Opie one-shot as requested of @redwood-writer, hope this does your Nonny justice sweets! Apologies if it’s not enough, or too much, I am a little rusty. This One-Shot is smutty so it’s rated 18+ and only suitable for Mature(ish) audiences.
Father’s Day had gone off without a hitch. Ellie and Kenny
helped with the breakfast prep and before Opie could manage to drag himself out
of bed it was presented to him with a chorus of Happy’s Father’s Day so loud
she swears her ears are still ringing, and letting out a steady breath she
stares at herself in the mirror.
Her hands shake as she smooths her hair over her shoulders.
She feels a little ridiculous in all honesty. She spent far more on the frilly
bra and panties than she probably should have, but hey, Father’s Day only comes
once a year, and with a smile that grows steadily on her lips she knows this is
going to be one of the best Father’s Days yet. She hopes at least.
“Babe,” Opie’s voice drifts through the door, “you okay in
“Yeah,” she calls back smiling softly, “just getting your
“I told you I didn’t want anything,” he trails off as she
rolls her eyes, “besides I’m not sure I want anything from in there…”
Stifling a laugh, she pulls the door open to reveal herself
and when Opie’s eyes widen as he lifts his fingers to rub against his lips.
“You sure about that?” she asks bracing a hand on her hips.
“Mmm, I might take some convincing,” he murmurs reaching out
to cup her waist between his hands but she her hand planting on the center of
his chest stops him.
A/N - I was asked by a couple of anons to rewrite ‘Private Lessons’ for Eisuke. The original was written for Hidetaka Sera (link) from After School Affairs. Some things I have changed, some I have not.
Spanking and orgasm denial below.
You glanced at Eisuke’s face as you followed him into the penthouse elevator, an icy sense of dread spreading through you. He was clenching his jaw tightly - a sign that you were really, really in for it.
davieandchiyo has all different styles of bridal clutches and purses for the bride AND for your bridesmaids — from sequins to lacy accents to florals and bows, you get to pick out matching or perfectly mis-matched bags that your gals will swoon over … much like i’m swooning over every damn thing at davieandchiyo. love love.
Dedicated To:@pleasecallmecaptain because it was her birthday and this is the only gift I can give her besides my undying love and friendship (and yes, I told her happy birthday at a little after midnight yesterday, squad was on top of it).
Request(s): Can you write a fic with Pre-serum! Steve where the reader is shorter than him and they always see each other at the park so one day he asks her if they want to hangout [didn’t quite follow this, but it was along the lines]
Reader is best friends with bucky and likes steve and steve likes her but he thinks that because she is constantly around bucky that she likes buck and not interested in him [to keep an element of surprise i am cutting these off]
Pairing:Pre-Serum!Steve x Reader
Warnings: Explicit Language, Smoking, Mild Sexual Reference, and Some Suggestive Themes.
Word Count: 4k+
A/N: I tried so hard to post this before midnight, but the quality of this fic makes up for it. Enjoy! x. T
“You saw how fast I clocked that
guy, Y/N!” Bucky exclaimed, demonstrating with a quick jab at the air with a
skillfully curled fist. He slightly turned to you and grinned. “Didn’t even
make it to Round Two.”
You laughed at Bucky’s enthusiasm
over his boxing match and remarked, “You did get him pretty good, Bucky.
Except, I think he got your ribs a
couple of times…”
Bucky returned to walking to your
left and he adjusted his bag on his shoulder, snorting at your words. He
brushed back his sweaty hair and slung an arm around you, tugging you into his
good side to playfully bite your shoulder. You batted him away and wrinkled
your nose at the pungent smell of sweat and masculinity clinging to him, Bucky
only chuckling at your actions.
“I’m telling Steve to run a bath
when we get back to your apartment.”
A/N: Well I hope you like it! I think I should go ahead and start a drabble book on ffn hahaha. I kinda wanna do a part two to this…. I dunno tho.
“Wes? Wes Evans?”
Soul turned around to be met with a curious girl, blonde pigtails loosely falling on her shoulders. Here this went again, he’d tell the girl he wasn’t Wes and her face would morph into confusion before she walked away.
He sighed, “No, sorry. ” He prepared for her to walk away but instead she laughed and apologized herself, holding out a gloved hand for him to shake.
“Sorry about that, my papa is a big fan of his is all.” He blinked blankly, and suddenly he was sure that she wasn’t really there. Rubbing his eyes, he reached his hand out towards hers and almost screamed when it was actually there.
He shook it slowly, trying to process why she was still talking to him. He went over every scenario in his mind over and over again because there was absolutely positively NO way that she actually wanted to speak to him.
“ S'okay you’re not the first to mistake me for him, you listen to him as well?” Soul ventured, releasing her hand so his own could find it’s way back to his hoodie’s pocket. He found comfort in those pockets, he could fiddle his fingers or play with the little keychain in it to relieve himself of any anxiety.
The girl shook her head and sent him a wary smile.
“No, I don’t understand music. No matter how much I read I can’t figure the damn thing out, hahah.” For a moment after she replied he looked at her like she had three heads, and she looked away, a blush coating her cheeks.
“Mm’ so what’s your name?” He should be asking how in the hell she didn’t understand music, but instead decided on at least knowing her name. Music was easy for him to understand, and most of his friends loved it. One thing he was happy about was the fact that if she didn’t understand music she wouldn’t beg him to play.
“Maka. Maka Albarn.” She perked up, emerald eyes gazing upwards and a bright smile plastered on her face.
“Nice to meet ya’, so you wanna get some coffee? ” He asked it in all seriousness while keeping his lazy tone, a smirk settling on his face and revealing his sharp teeth.
She only nodded, and this spurred him to wave a hand in the general direction of the closest coffee shop. They began to walk down the cemented sidewalk, watching the leaves tumble with every gust of wind.
“So you don’t understand music?” Soul attempted to start a conversation, kicking the random pine cone further down the sidewalk.
Her eye’s darted back to the ground and she clutched the set of books against her chest a little harder. And Soul took a moment to look her down, she wore a button up and a red plaid mini skirt, which screamed nerd. But the onyx leather jacket she wore told him that there was more to her than meets the eye.
“Well, no not really…but there is one person that I like it listen to! He’s a pianist!” She bounced slightly, smiling again and giggling.
“Really? Who would that be?” He asked, looking up from the ground to see the coffee shop nearby.
Pairing: Bela x Reader x Dean Word count: 1,583 Request: @sandlee44I would like a Bela x Reader x Dean story added to your other character
list. I loved Bela and thought she and Dean should have hooked up
Warnings: Swearing, smut, threesome
Dean made you giggle as he leaned you back, giving him a perfect view of
your cleavage. You were currently working a case which required the two
of you to get all dolled up. And boy was your boyfriend in love with
it. You’d allowed him to pick out your dress and accessories. You were
in a floor length black gown.
With that, he chose a simple necklace that brought his eyesight to
your chest, earrings that matched, and a bracelet. For heels, you picked
simple black ones. Your hair was left in loose curls, your make up
reminiscent of the 1940s.
Getting all dressed up wasn’t something
you were able to do a lot in your line of work, so you cherished when
you could. Especially when it made those gorgeous green eyes devour you
like that. You smiled up at him as the two of you moved around the dance
floor, his arm lovingly around your waist. “You’re the most beautiful
woman in here.” He smiled at you.
“You’re already getting laid, Dean. No need to sweet talk me.” You teased. “Although, I must say, I do like the sight of you all cleaned up like this.”
“I agree. He does look
rather dashing.” A very beautiful woman with a British accent came
over. “My name’s Bela. An old acquaintance of Dean here. It’s been too
long.” She smiled at him. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to this ravishing woman?”
You blushed as her eyes looked you over. “I’m Y/N, Dean’s girlfriend.” You smiled at her.
Her eyes seemed to scream trouble, and you wanted in on it. “Well, Y/N, I do hope I’ll be seeing more of you.” She winked as she walked off.
Dean pulled you close to him and looked down at you, smirking. “You think she’s hot, don’t you?” He chuckled.
“How could I not?” You replied bashfully.
Leaning down, his lips brushed your ear. “Go upstairs to the study, I’m going to give you exactly what
I know you want tonight.” He breathed in your ear, making you whimper.
“You do want your tongue on her dripping pussy while I pound into you,
right?” You felt him smirking, knowing the effect he was having. Pulling
away, he smiled. “I’ll be there shortly, sweetheart.” He shoved his
hands in his pockets and wandered off to find the British beauty.
wouldn’t be the first time that you’d shared a woman with Dean, and it
wouldn’t be the last. However, that accent turned you on like nobody’s
business. You watched him walk away for a moment, biting your lip at the
view before you made your way up the stairs. No one batted an eye at
you, as they had all seen you mingling and dancing all night.
slipped quietly into the study, growing wetter at with the anticipation
of what was to come. Sitting on the edge of the desk, you watched the
door, willing it to open. Finally, Dean stepped in, Bela with him. “I
was wondering when you’d get here.” You smiled as Dean locked the doors.
Bela smirked at you. “Like I’d turn down an invitation like this.” She told you, setting her clutch down on a small side table. “First, I think we need to get you out of all those layers.”
think I’d like to help with that.” Dean grinned, moving towards you.
His hands moved you away from the desk enough for him to get behind you.
He moved your hair to the side, his lips brushing against your neck as
he slowly started to unzip your dress.