distracted by his eyebrow

Giving In

In which Harry and y/n are too impatient to wait until Valentines Day…

A/N: Shoutout to @stylesunchained for the title because I was seriously stumped.  Anyway, HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVELY FOLLOWERS! This is probably the filthiest thing I’ve ever written so… enjoy. 

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Reid x reader:
Imagine the reader being younger than Reid.

Warnings: big age difference, fluff/smut???, talking about cases

The team notices right away that something was on Spencer’s mind. It had been for the past couple months. It starts becoming obvious when boy genius himself starts messing up his facts.

“What’s up with you, pretty boy? Who’s got your panties in a knot?” Morgan asked him on the way out of the office.

The two were tired from a long day at Quantico and ready to be home.

“Knot? What makes you think anyone’s been doing anything with my panties? Did someone say something?” The doctor stuttered.

“Wow there. No I can just tell you have been distracted. Is there something you want to tell me?” Derek raises his eyebrows, stopping at his car.

Reid thinks what the best idea would be. He trusted Morgan but he also looked up to him and wondered what he would think.

“I met someone.” Reid’s mouth speaks before his brain has a chance to catch up.

Morgan can’t say he was surprised, he heard something from JJ but they were all just assumptions.

“A little lady caught the eye of Spencer Reid? Now how does one do that?” Derek smirks.

Reid has a silly grin on his face, he shrugs and looks down at the ground.

“She is- she’s pretty amazing.” He brags.

It was a relief to finally get it off his chest. For the past 3 months he’s been having to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t usually be hanging around people like you. Not unless he was on the job.

Not that there is anything wrong with you. Like he said you are amazing; smart, funny, beautiful. Everything he wanted in a girl.

You were pretty much his dream girl, except you are real.

“So when do I get to meet her?” Morgan wonders.

A question Spencer couldn’t answer. Both of your schedules were pretty full. You and Spencer had talked about meeting your friends next weekend at Rossi’s.

“Soon hopefully.” Spencer said before both him and his coworker made their way home.

When you heard the door start to unlock, you put your book down.

You greet the boy at the door.

You throw your arms around his neck before he has a chance to put anything down. He hugs you back.

“Did you get settled in?” He asks, closing the door with his foot.

You nod, you got into town this morning, Spencer was already at work so you have been at his house all alone. You two planned spending the spring holiday together. A whole week and a half of just you and your boyfriend.

You two untangle from each other and he puts his bag on the hook by the door. You loved Spencer’s house, it was what you wanted yours to look like. Books everywhere, almost OCD clean.

A love of books is what drew you and Spencer together so quickly.

“I think I need to shower.” Spencer announces, taking his coat off and hanging it will his bag.

“I think I’ll join you.” You smile and follow after him to the bathroom.
*
Spencer and you had been enjoying your time here. Times where he was at work, which seemed to be a lot, you found something to do.

You were never really bored, Spencer had an abundance of books and the city was interesting to explore.

You two were laying in bed, you were nearly asleep when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answers, you knew he was asleep because he sounded half asleep. “Okay.” He says before hanging up.

“Who was that?” You ask curiously.

He starts getting up from bed, wearing only his robe.

“We have a case. They need me.” He gets into his dresser.

You frown, “It’s nearly two in the morning.” You whine.

He walks over to you leaning over you. “It’s all part of the job.” He kisses your lips and starts to get dressed.

You begin to doze off, the last thing you remember is Spencer covering you with a blanket and kissing your forehead.

When you open your eyes, the sun is flooding through the window, it’s just past noon.

You sit up, the house still empty. You check your phone and there is a message from Spencer. He says they had to go to New York for a case but shouldn’t be long.

You groan, you had homework to do but you wanted Spencer. You laid in bed for another hour before actually getting up. You made coffee and started right up on your homework.

You only stopped twice, to make something to eat and when Spencer called.

“I’m sorry, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.” He apologizes over the phone.

“It’s okay, it’s your job. People need your brains.” You smile.

You can hear his laugh over the phone. You missed him, you were happy to be at his house than in your town. At least when he comes back you will be here.

“You doing okay-” Spencer starts.

“Who’s that?” You hear a voice on the other end of the line.

“I- I gotta go.” Spencer rushes.

You exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. You knew Spencer hadn’t told his team about you. It was obvious why, you couldn’t help but feel he was embarrassed of you but you knew better than that.

You knew Spencer’s feelings for you were real, he cared so much about you and never missed a chance to show you.

Spencer had been talking to you about going to meet some of his friends tomorrow. They are meeting up at a coworkers house and he wanted you to meet them.

You couldn’t help but be nervous. He spoke so highly about his friends, you wondered what they would think.

The rest of the night you read and watched tv on your phone. Spencer of course did not have a tv which you found ridiculous. He was not that into electronics but everyone needs a tv.

You tried to stay up as late as you could, not knowing when Spencer would be home. When you found yourself falling asleep while reading a book, you knew it was time to call it a night.

It was almost 3am and you could barely keep your eyes open. You changed into one of Spencer’s shirts, surprisingly you hadn’t really worn one before. Spencer wasn’t the type of boyfriend who just gave away his shirts.

He doesn’t gets how sexy it is.

With that, you cuddled up in his bed by yourself and drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up again around noon. You lifted your head up in bed to catch sight of the sleeping boy next to you.

A smile spread across your face, his hair is sprawled out across the pillow.

You roll closer to him and kiss his bare shoulder. You rub his back as he starts stirring. He rolls to face you and you automatically gasp.

“Spencer.” You say.

“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He scrunched up his beaten face.

You cup his face, “This is the thing I don’t like about your job.”

“I know.” He smiles and pulls your head down to kiss your lips.

“Come on, let’s go out to breakfast.” He suggests.

The rest of the day was amazing. You two go out to breakfast then he spends the rest of the day reading to you. Your head in his lap as he reads The Narrative of John Smith to you. You notice he barely has to look at the book but that doesn’t surprise you much.

You two start getting ready to go to Reid coworkers house.

“Are you sure you want me to come?” You look at him through the mirror of the bathroom while drying your hair, a towel wrapped around your body.

“Yes, you are an important person in my life. I want you to meet the other important people.” He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.

Having him by your side makes you feel better about everything. When you guys load into the car, you take his hand. He smiles at you, you can tell he is nervous too.

He cares so much about his team, if they don’t approve it with crush him. When you get to the nice sized house you park out front. You both sit in the car for a couple minutes.

“I’m really excited to meet your friends, Spence. I just want you to know, if they don’t like me it won’t change anything between us.” You comfort him. You have met the team before, it was before you and Spencer had even met.

“I think they are going to love you. I think it’s just at first they will be… confused.” He says.

You two finally exit the car and make your way to the door of the modern house. Spencer knocks and plays with his fingers while waiting for it to open. When it does there is a Middle aged man on the other side of the door.

He looks at you, then to Spencer then back to you before finally greeting you.

“Well hello. You just be Y/N.” He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m David Rossi.”

You smile and shake his hands, “I’ve heard great things about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

He invited us in and there are multiple other people standing around the kitchen island.

All eyes go over to you guys and you can see the shock on everyone’s face. You wait for someone to say something and luckily Rossi finally does.

“This is Y/N, everyone.” He introduces you. He tells you everyone else’s name.

You smile at everyone and you and Spencer slowly start to merge with the group.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Prentiss says.

She seems very nice, you already had heard so much about the team, you felt like you knew them.

“Weren’t you at the college campus we were at?” She asks.

You were surprised she remembered. They came to your college and did a presentation about what they do in the BAU. It’s actually where Spencer and you met.

“Ah! That’s where I recognized you from! You were the girl who knew everything about everything.” JJ jumps in.

You’re honored that’s what they remember about you. It’s not that you knew everything about everything, it’s just no one in your class know much about anything. So when they asked questions you were the only one who really answered.

“Well it’s good to see you again.” Prentiss says.

You nod, this is going a lot better than You’d thought.

“So how did you and Spencer get together?” They asks.

You are a bit embarrassed, it makes you feel even younger to explain how you started seeing each other.

“Well after the lecture I actually came up and asked him a couple follow up questions.” You had already thought he was attractive from the beginning of the lecture. “He answered most of them but gave me his card in case I had anymore questions. So I called him the next weekend.”

Now it’s been a couple months. Time is really flying by.

Spencer walks up beside you, you smile at him. You think he just wants make sure you are all getting along. You actually really like Prentiss and JJ.

“Can I get you guys any wine?” Rossi offers Spencer and You. That’s when You notice almost all the rest of the team has a glass of wine.

You look up at Spencer awkwardly and he scratches his head.

“She can’t uh-” He starts.

“I won’t be 21 for a couple more months.” You finish.

The team is all the sudden quiet, all the conversations that seemed to be had suddenly stopped.

Reid is quite a bit older than you He celebrated his 32nd birthday this last fall.

“So your 20?” Garcia clears up. Her and Morgan are standing together. You so would think they were together but from what You heard from Spencer that’s just how their relationship is.

You nod and everyone stays silent.

“Well I guess Reid isn’t the baby if the group anymore.” Derek finally days.

You don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. You take a step closer to Spencer. His hand finds yours.

“ I mean we all were joking you would be perfect for him during the lecture.” Rossi says.

“Yeah, you sounded so much like him it was kind of scary. Having one Reid around is intimidating enough.” Hotch smiles.

You think Spencer was right. It was a little awkward at first but after they get to know you, your age difference won’t even be a thought in their mind.

You look up at Spencer and smile at him. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

Next you just have to worry about telling your parents.

It’s Not Gonna Suck Itself

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,290

Summary: The reader sends a naughty text to the wrong person.


“What the…no way, dude!” Jared bursts out laughing, practically falling off of his leather chair.

“What?” Jensen asks with furrowed brows, wondering if it’s worth getting up from the couch.

“Wow. I can’t believe she sent me this.” Jared grins widely, glancing back down at the text from you.

“Sent what? Who?”

Jensen grows impatient, his best friend still hasn’t answered him and it’s annoying as hell. He sighs dramatically then moves towards Jared, waiting for an answer.

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You’ll be glad to know that Even and Isak’s move went pretty damn smoothly, apart from the one incident when Isak cut his hand open with a box cutter.

Even was organising the last of his stuff from his old bedroom in their new room and he’d left Isak unpacking the box of crockery (a moving in gift from his parents) in the kitchen. He was just trying to figure out where to prop his guitar up when he heard Isak yell fuck from across the flat.

He knew Isak’s voice well enough to know that that was his god dammit that fucking hurt voice, and he was on his feet and moving through the flat before he’d actively thought about it.

Sure enough, when he got into the kitchen he found Isak gripping his wildly bleeding hand to his chest, the blood smeared box cutter discarded on the floor about a foot away from him. It took a little bit of coaxing, but eventually Isak calmed down enough to let Even hold onto his wrist and lift his hurt hand above his head to stop the bleeding.

Even circled his free arm around his trembling boyfriend and Isak immediately buried his face in Even’s chest. They stood there in silence for a few seconds: Isak shakily breathing in Even’s smell and Even watching the blood trickle down Isak’s pale arm.

“How did you even manage that, Is?” Even peered closer at Isak’s hand, inspecting the cut that ran down the middle of his palm as Isak buried himself closer into Even’s chest.

“I-” Isak began before quickly changing his mind, pressing his face into Even’s shoulder. Even could feel him blushing. A few seconds ticked by before Isak peeped up at Even from under his lashes and Even just raised an eyebrow at his bashful boyfriend, waiting for the rest of the story.

Fine!” Isak sighed dramatically, as if Even was physically forcing the words out of him rather than just raising his eyebrow. “I got distracted.” Isak fiddled with Even’s shirt with his free hand, one of his more obvious tells.

“By what? You don’t even have any music on!” Even said incredulously. For someone pale with blood loss, Isak miraculously managed to blush harder.

“I was just- thinking.” Isak replied haltingly, like he couldn’t decide if he was going to talk or not. Isak had got a lot better at sharing what he was feeling, but he still had moments where words got so thick in his throat that he struggled to get them out.

Even knew to just wait him out during those talks.

“About how we’re probably going to have people over for dinner, and argue about who does the dishes when we’re both tired, and maybe one day you’ll make us terrible cheese toasties again, or we’ll get better at cooking together. Just…a lot of possibilities in there.” Isak nodded down and the box he had been opening.

And that was how Even found himself grinning from ear to ear while holding a pale and bloody Isak.

“You got distracted while using a sharp knife because you were thinking about our future? Isak Valtersen, are you getting sappy in your old age?” Even teased, gently taking the fingers of Isak’s sore hand now the blood had finally stopped and guiding Isak over to the sink.

“I am not sappy!” Isak protested, letting Even rinse his cut under the tap.

“No, of course you’re not, baby, you just couldn’t help but think of all the dinner parties we’re gonna throw and the food we’ll cook together while unpacking our plates.” Even grinned, gently washing the blood from Isak’s arm.

“You’re never going to let me forget this, are you?” Isak groaned, his eyes practically rolling out of his skull.

“Never.” Even agreed, planting a gentle kiss to the cut on Isak’s palm.  “Just like I’m never going to let you near anything sharp ever again. You’re on sauce stirring duty for the rest of your life.”

“I can live with that.” Isak looked up, giving Even that vulnerably honest look that made his heart clench.  “As long as I’m always in the kitchen with you.” Even smiled at that, circling his arms around Isak’s waist and bringing him closer. He brushed his nose gently over Isak’s, watching his eyes flutter closed.

“As if I’d trust you in the kitchen alone.” Even whispered against Isak’s lips, brushing the lightest of kisses there.

The truth was, Even would go anywhere if it meant being with Isak.

Starting with their mess of a kitchen.

Committed The Robbery

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Words: 3.000+

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gangmember Luke’s little sister Y/N?

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constellations

pairing: justin foley / reader

genre: smut… but like soft smut HAHAHA 

description: honestly i suck at descriptions pls read hahaha ALSO ITS ANGSTY AT THE START BUT EVERYTHING WORKS OUT :-)

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So Much More (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Request: hey, this a stretch but i love your stories!!! Could you write something where you and shawn are FWB but one night you guys have sex but it turns more emotional and fluffy? idk 😭

Word count: 3,118

So Much More (Smut)  

“Shawn Mendes with hit song Treat You Better” James Corden said, after Shawn had finished singing.

The camera pointed at Shawn once again and he smiled widely while hearing the audience applause him. I still found it rather strange watching Shawn on TV, like somehow, I still didn’t get just how famous he’d become. He was still that little Pickering boy to me and to be honest, he would probably always be.

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Groove You Good (Derek/Stiles)

nightjade14 said: Sterek. Forever and always! For the teeny fic challenge. What a fun idea! Good luck with the tests!!! :) ~ Shae &  sterekseason said:Sterek for the tiny fic meme

Teeny fic #9.

If the spirit moves you
Let me groove you good
Let your love come down
Oh, get it on, come on baby

Let’s Get it On by Marvin Gaye

Groove You Good. Derek/Stiles. Teen. Also on AO3.

Derek gets home after a long week to find Stiles preparing a seduction

It’s been a really long week, and it’s only Wednesday. Finals means extra tutorial sessions, and a stack of essays to grade for one class, and a stack of short answer exams to grade for two others. Fortunately, two intro classes work best with scantrons, so those are already graded and filed. Regardless, Derek’s left hand is already cramped from all of the writing he’s had to do, and he’s just grateful he’s ambidextrous so he can start using the right hand to grade the exams.

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Massage

Pairing: EXO Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Trigger Warning: smut af

Word Count: 1711

A/N lol I was so stressed about my exams I went and cried in my bed. then wrote some smut. That’s how you deal with school problems 

Also sorry it literally took me 9 years to write this

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A groan escaped Baekhyun’s lips as he lowered himself into the sofa chair opposite you. You looked up from your phone that sat between your fingers. 

“You alright there?” He landed stiffly in the chair, sighing again once the cushion seemed to wrap around him. 

“I’m so sore…” he grumbled. “We practised endlessly today.”

“Oh dear. They really do work you hard, don’t they?” You mused. Baekhyun shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes crinkling and brows furrowing as he winced at the pain. 

“Ahh, it’s my back.” He looked up at you, his eyes drooping in self sympathy. 

“Do we have any pain killers or something?” you asked, standing up from your seat. “I’ll go and look.” You began to turn away but Baekhyun stopped you. 

“Wait. Maybe you could… possibly…” he began. 

“What?" 

"Give me a massage?” His eyes shone pleadingly and you couldn’t help but agree. 

“Okay. Let’s go to the bedroom then." 

After taking a good couple of minutes for Baekhyun to heave himself out of the couch, he lay down on his front, his chest sinking into the mattress of the double bed.

"Be gentle,” he said, his voice cracking. You chuckled. 

“Don’t worry, I will.” You couldn’t help but smile at his innocence, positioning yourself adjacent to him. You kneeled on the bed next to him, stretching out your knuckles and testing your hands’ flexibility. You placed your hands on the cotton of his t-shirt, gently rubbing circles towards the top of his back. Almost instantly, Baekhyun let out a content sigh. You gradually moved further down his back, continuing the same gentle motion. 

You caught glances at his face, tipped on its side. His eyes were shut, often squeezing together in satisfaction.  

“Jagiii…” he mumbled, reaching for the hem of his t-shirt and pulling it up to expose his skin. You couldn’t help but feel distracted by his voice, his sensual sounds igniting something in the pit of your stomach. You tried to ignore it, assuming he was too tense for what you had in mind. 

He stayed in the same position; you presumed he’d wanted the contact of your hands against his skin. He let out a hiss as your fingers pressed into his back. “Your hands are cold,” he stated. 

“Sorry." You worked your hands over his flexing muscles, pleasing Baekhyun with each movement.

As you continued massaging him, he continued to produce unforgivable moans and groans that you tried desperately to distract yourself from. His lips were parted and his eyebrows were furrowed, as if he were concentrating on something. While you were examining his features, he suddenly turned in your grasp, rolling into his back. His eyes gazed up at you, any sense of tranquillity disappearing as a dangerous and cheeky glint seemed to replace them. He half smiled, a cocky grin playing on his lips. 

"Why don’t we do something we can both get pleasure from?” You mirrored his devilish smile. Taking that as a yes, his arms snaked round your waist as he pulled you atop him. Your lips connected and your long forgotten massage turned into a fiery kiss full of passion and want. 

Baekhyun took control and rolled you both over, so your back was lying pressed against the mattress while he held himself above you.

This time, moans escaped your lips as his hands roamed over your body. At your voice, you felt his crotch harden against you. His fingers crept up your t-shirt, cupping your bra. He smiled and gently pulled it upwards, revealing you only in your bra. His hard stomach pressed against yours as he dipped downwards and connected your lips together again. Both his hands found their way behind your back and unclasped your bra, exposing your chest completely.

His lips moved from yours to wander against your cheek, then your jawline and your neck. All the while, his hands were working at ridding your body from your remaining clothes.

“You feeling better now then?” you murmured, soon followed by a gasp into his hair. He was still sucking at your neck, leaving beautiful marks that claimed you as his own. He held his body up with his hands planted heavily either side of you, locking you into his own personal prison.

“Much better,” he breathed against your neck. You arched your back into his body as one hand came to circle your core. His finger coiled around your clit before entering it inside you. You shivered and pressed your hands into his back, feeling your nails indent small curves into his smooth skin. You melted into his touch, your eyes rolling back and your eyelids fluttering shut in pleasure.

Baekhyun’s lips finished sucking your skin and he began gently nibbling on it. You shuddered in response. You began to feel a line of sweat glistening on your forehead as Baekhyun’s arm movements seemed to go quicker and quicker – now two fingers buried inside you. You moaned and whined out breathlessly, repeating his name like a chant.

You could feel his grin against your skin. His teeth grazed across your collarbones as he cockily smiled at the reaction he’d caught from you. You threw your head back as you were dissolved in pleasure – your first orgasm fast approaching. “Baek… Stop…” you gasped. “I want to cum with you-“ you attempted to stop him, you’d wanted to share your orgasm with him. But he ignored your efforts, his right hand coming to lay gently across your lips.

You moaned into his hand as your high suddenly shook through you – a bold of electricity shattering through your veins. Your heart beat incredibly fast while time seemed to slow down around you. You cried out Baekhyun’s name, your nails pressing deeply into his skin even further. You wondered if you’d left deep marks behind.

As your orgasm finally died down, you were left lying breathless on the sheet. Baekhyun pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to your lips and letting you clean them for him. You gazed at him adoringly, sweat glistening all over your body. Your legs unconsciously crossed themselves, protecting your burning heat from over stimulation.

While regaining your stability, your fingers found their way to Baekhyun’s belt and undid the clasp. You pushed them down his thighs, pulling his boxers down with them. As his rock hard member slapped against his muscular torso, you smiled hungrily, arousal making its appearance once again.

You wrapped your fingers around him, stroking a finger over the head and running your hand up and down. You started to pull yourself out from underneath Baekhyun, expecting you both to change positions so that you could pleasure him yourself, but his hands flew to your shoulders, his iron grip keeping you in place.

“No, I want you too much. Now,” he stated huskily. Happy to comply, you felt his arms return to your thighs, pulling them apart again. He positioned his hips readily, his cock pressing lewdly against your entrance. He was further away from you now, instead of lying directly atop you he was half kneeling lower down. He looked carefully at you, eyebrows raised in question. It was one of the sexiest things a man could do – you thought – showing they’re asking for consent. You reached forward, wrapping your hands around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him.

With this movement forwards, he entered you. You moaned simultaneously into one another’s mouths, saliva mixing between the two of you. He started slow, thrusting at a consistent pace until quickly he began to charge into you. His hips moved so suddenly against you that neither of you could commit or concentrate on kissing, your lips just lying parted against each other. They both sung each other’s names.

“Oh my god,” you rasped, his dick brushing against your one spot of pleasure. His eyes clamped tightly shut as he repeatedly hit that same place inside you, your moans only increasing. His skin shone with sweat, drops even occasionally falling onto your skin as he continued to rhythmically slam into you.

His pace was soon so fast it was almost unbearable. At this point, you’d become putty in his hands and you were an item for Baekhyun to fuck. He’d moved his head to bury it in your shoulder, growling against your skin as he pounded into you relentlessly and unforgivingly. One of your hands buried its way into Baekhyun’s hair, holding him closely while his hips rolled against you. You felt his breath against your collarbone, ragged and erratic as you could feel he wasn’t going to last much longer. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was in pain – the movement probably being ten times more intense than the dance moves he’d performed earlier on in the studio.

A pool of fire flickered in your stomach, your second orgasm igniting in your body. Baekhyun’s thrusts never ceased to slow down, although the steadiness began to falter as he had almost caught up with his end. He panted and groaned, almost as if he were annoyed at himself, until he thrust into you with so much force that you ended up coming together – one another’s fluids mixing and combining as one. Stars dotted your vision as your voice was stolen from you; you bathed silently in bliss while he repeated your name over and over as if it were a hymn.

He sighed out in exhaustion and pleasure, jerking and crashing his chest against yours, lying still against you. For a few moments you both lay there, catching your breaths and gasping for air. It took a few minutes for the room to stop spinning and Baekhyun rolled to the side, falling onto the mattress beside you.

You both continued to stare at ceiling above you. Satisfied and spent.

“Well,” Baekhyun began, “that was definitely one way to loosen me up.”

maxwellandlovelace  asked:

Hey! My birthday is March 25 (the big 3-0). I love smutty!everlark (preferably rated E) and Peeta in a uniform. That would be an awesome present, but I'd be happy with anything=) I think you're doing such a great job with this blog. It's a wonderful idea!<3

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Grattis på födelsedagen!! Wishing you a wonderful birthday @maxwellandlovelace. To help you celebrate in style, the always incredible @katnissdoesnotfollowback has written this wonderful slice of Everlark, just for you!


All’s Fair

WARNINGS: RATED M for mild language, immature pranks, and smut. Everlark college/military cadets AU. ;-)

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“You sure you know how to pick one of these things?”

“Yep,” I whisper as I continue to work quietly. Not as fast as I’d like since my hands are shaking.

“Damn, Everdeen, where’d you learn to pick a lock?”

“Senior prank in high school,” Gale explains to them quietly. “I hotwired the principal’s car and she picked the lock on the hockey rink so we could park it on the ice.”

“Nice,” Mitchell says.

“You scare me, Everdeen,” someone else mutters. A third snorts in response and Gale reminds them to keep their eyes open.

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Star Trek: TNG - Time’s Arrow Part 1 

Same, Guinan…Same.

Weather It With A Distraction

Request: “Can you do a oneshot where Sirius comforts the reader during a storm cause she’s afraid” + “Can you write another young Sirius? Those are my favorites and I’ve read everything in your blog even though I dont know what half of it is…”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 946

Warnings: None

Originally posted by sensualkisses


There it was again. Thunder louder than the pulse that shrouded your head in a constant violent thumping. You knew it was childish to be afraid, and that only made you more ashamed as you cowered under the covers of the bed. Normally, the pitter-patter of rain was soothing, something that encouraged you to take a cup of tea and book in hand and relax until the comforting feeling of rapping water droplets lulled you to sleep. But now the rain was vicious, battering on the windows, accompanied by the bright light that lit the night sky intimidatingly.

“(Y/n)?” Sirius entered the room, his voice sleep laced. “Are you up?”

You pulled the duvet to your chin, watching the young man stumble in the dark towards you. You felt slightly more at ease as he crawled on top of the bed towards you, coming under the blanket with you. His warm hands sent a jolt through your flesh as he pulled you to him, almost as bold as the lightning itself. Although, you soon relaxed into his touch, his gentle caressing feeling idyllic on this fearful night.

“I was woken up by the thunder.” He mumbled. “I hope you don’t mind that I snuck in.”

You smiled, leaning back into his chest as he spoke. The low rumbling of his voice tickled your back. You had been staying with your parents for the week, as they insisted on having you back home for a little while over the Christmas break. They agreed to let you bring your boyfriend with you, but on the condition that he sleeps in a separate room. But, with Sirius being Sirius, he had found a way to spend every night with you in your own bed, disappearing in the early hours of the morning as to not raise suspicions.

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Never, In Fact, Homeless - Part 3

Relationship: Dean X Daughter

Words: 1,832

Summary: When the Reader gets captured, will the boys save her in time? And what secrets will be revealed if they do?

Warnings: Torture (probably really bad because I have no idea what I’m doing, but torture none the less), being tied up/gagged, lots of angst

Tagging: @mysaintsasinner @infamati–et–obliterati @deathtonormalcy56 @sis-tafics @winchesters-favorite-girl @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish @alexandriajanae4 @27bmm @comfortablynumb-cherrybomb @yoursmilemakesmeloveyou

A/N: Told you I’d get this posted today! Hope you all enjoy it and don’t hate me!

Part 1 Part 2

Originally posted by netflixuniversity

A sharp, throbbing pain in the back of your head forced you into consciousness. Hurt and confused, you glanced up, squinting in the bright light that assaulted your eyes.

As they slowly adjusted, you were able to make out some of your surroundings. Tied to a chair in a large, cavernous room, you could feel the ropes biting at your wrists, your ankles, your chest. All around you, there were broken down machines and conveyor belts, giant hooks and catwalks hanging from the ceiling – you must have been in that abandoned factory.

But what happened? From the little that you could recall, you knew that you and the agents had gone into the factory, splitting up to cover more ground. Once you’d made it inside, you searched the first floor, senses on high alert for anything out of the ordinary. You remembered hearing something behind you, a noise that echoed eerily in the quiet building, and you turned around, eyes searching. Then, out of nowhere, you felt a heavy object smack the back of your head, hard, and you fell into darkness.

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ESC Personal Highlights
  • Return of the Epic Sax Guy
  • The Gorilla…enough said
  • BoJack Horseman ft. Azerbaijan
  • “Ironically a man who sings about friends doesn’t appear to have any friends- so he sings everything himself”, Graham Norton
  • Graham Norton on Australia: “My one tip: Don’t look at his eyebrows.” Resulting on me being very distracted
  • Temur’s amazing delivery of every single line he says. “Is he selling car insurance?”
  • “Maybe they just don’t talk about it- Maybe that’s the first rule of yodel club”
  • The awkward moment I started to ship the two side guitarists from Spain, that where far better than the singer.
  • Graham Norton on Spain: “I’m wondering if something is with the technology…or he’s just bad.”
  • Alex appears again. Graham Norton: “Just when we started to enjoy ourselves” And any other comment Graham gives regarding Alex.
  • Mans ASFJHJHGFDTDIJKJK The gift that keeps on giving. Amazing as ever!!!
  • “The song is called Time…the question you ask yourself is: How long can 3 minutes be so long?”
  • The Sweden Guy is so hot…so frigging hot. I do not even care if he can sing or not
Distractions

This is for the wonderful @thing-you-do-with-that-thing​ ‘s SPN Movie Night Challenge. My movie was The Conjuring, and my pairing was Destiel.

Warnings: smut, anal sex, dry humping (is that a warning?)

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: My use of the movie wasn’t my most creative idea ever, but I still love writing these too dorks having all the sweet sex. Feedback much appreciated!


“What are we watching?” Dean relaxes just asking the question. These movie nights with Cas are his favorite nights, when everything is quiet except for the small laptop on his bed, and the whole world outside of his bedroom doesn’t exist.

They were his favorite nights even before he and Cas became…whatever they are- they haven’t really talked about it or labeled it, but Cas does stay in Dean’s bedroom every night now, and they definitely do more than sleep. But now, now that Dean’s allowed to snuggle into Cas’ side, or fall asleep tangled up in him afterward, or distract himself with sex if the movie is boring, now these nights are the absolute best nights Dean has.

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Only One - Jaehyun [1]

A/N: I was gonna wait to post this but…. its been sitting in the drafts waiting to be published so here we are. Part 1 is kinda short, just to kinda get things going.  I hope ya’ll like drama bc you’re gonna get a good amount in this series heheh

-Admin Kay

Prologue         Pt 2  Pt 3

Part 1 - Head Over Heals

Genre: Drama

Rating PG

(slight language)

Word Count: 1,535

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Fake Dating & Stealing Cookies

Jace Wayland/Herondale imagine

Summary: Jace and you never got along well. When there’s a new mission, they need the two of you to pretend to be dating, and move into an apartment together. Now you only need to try not to kill each other. Followed by ‘The Date & The Confession’.

A/N: I saw Dom’s scene in Modern Family, which was amazing, and I just had to write something for Jace. Also, this is probably a long shot, but I’m going to Amsterdam next weekend. I’ve only been there once, just for one day, and I didn’t really do anything besides shopping to be honest, so if anyone knows something to do, feel free to let me know. From sightseeing to shops, to places to eat/drink something, anything is welcome. Thank you, and I hope you’ll like this :)

Prompts: “Is that supposed to cheer me up?” – “I would rather be violently stabbed to death.” – “Can you stop distracting me?”

Masterlist


“I’m sorry, you want us to do what?” You asked Alec, raising your eyebrows. Looking sideways towards Jace, you could tell he wasn’t a big fan of the plan either.

“Well, I’m sorry, but you are the only two available for this mission.” he explained why you two were the lucky chosen ones.

“Why can’t you and Izzy do it?” Jace asked him.

“Izzy is my sister.” Jace just raised one of his eyebrows at him, not getting why that was a problem.

“I’m not pretending to date my sister, Jace.” he argued. “Where you even listening when I told you what you were supposed to do?”

“I was listening to some parts of it.”

Alec let out a sigh.

“He wants us to pretend to be a couple in order to keep tabs on some dodgy Downworlders who will be our neighbors.” you said in a bored tone.

“What she said.” Alec looked at Jace, nodding towards you.

“Come on, Y/N, it can’t be that bad.” Izzy said when she saw the expression on your face. She had come to your room as soon as she had heard you would be leaving the next day for a mission, figuring you didn’t like it at all.

“You don’t have to spend who knows how long with the guy in a tiny apartment, pretending to be dating. I’m pretty sure he hates me, Iz.” You pouted a bit as you let out a sigh. You and Jace were known for not getting along that well.

“He doesn’t hate you.” she reassured you. “He just isn’t used to being beaten in close combat training.” She smiled.

You raised your eyebrows in doubt. “Still, this is not going to be a fun mission.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, I made you some cookies.” She smiled as she offered you a box filled with her home made cookies.

You eyed the box. “Is that supposed to cheer me up?”

Izzy’s mouth opened in protest, slightly offended no one thought she could cook. “My cooking is not that bad!”

“No, you’re right.” you said as you opened the box of cookies, sniffing the smell of slightly burned cookies, and something else that definitely wasn’t supposed to be in there. “If I really do get tired of Jace, I could always poison him with your cookies.” You smiled smugly.

She narrowed her eyes at you, but managed to still smile, grabbing a pillow from your comforter next to her. “Shut up.” She threw the pillow at you, making you actually laugh.

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Hot Damn

Requested by @baileys-corner

54- “Stop raiding my drawers!”
5- “Are we gonna cuddle or what?”
18- “Why are you so red, doll?”

You knew it was the perfect chance to get one of his Henley shirts because he was in the shower.
Snickering behind your hand, you sifted through his drawers, grabbing a maroon colored shirt.
You heard the shower go off and you panicked, shutting the drawer loudly, on accident.
“Who’s there?” You heard.
“Shit!” You whispered, turning around quickly, tripping on his rug.
He opened the door, seeing you sprawled out on his floor and his favorite shirt in your hand.
“What the hell?” He said. “Stop raiding my drawers, Y/N!”
You quickly got up, seeing that he was only in a towel and threw the shirt at him. You turned and tried to leave his room, face blazing. All the days he spent training has really paid off!
He grabbed your arm.
“Hey, why are you stealing my clothing?”
“I… Uh…” You gave him a quick glance over, his sculpted abs were really distracting you.
He rose his eyebrows, smirking.
“They’re so… soft…” You looked down, trying to hide your blush.
Unfortunately he already saw your reddened cheeks.
“Why are you so red, doll?” He gave you a cheeky grin, knowing exactly why you were so nervous.
“I’m sorry, I’ll just go!” You blushed even harder.
He didn’t let go of your arm.
You were stuck in close proximities with the man you’ve been in love with since he joined the Avengers.
He pushed a strand of hair out of your face.
“So, you like my shirts, huh?” He muttered, staring into your eyes.
He held his shirt out that you threw at him.
“You can keep it doll.” His cheeks tinted pink as well. “I bet it would look twice as good on you than it does me.”
You hesitantly took the shirt.
“You sure?” You mumbled.
“Just take it, why do you think I never confronted you when I found out it was you taking my shirts and sweatpants?” He smiled. “You can keep those too, doll. And speaking of clothes, I need to get changed.”
He grabbed his clothes off his dresser.
“Stay here, I’ll be right out.” He closed the bathroom door behind him.
You sat on his bed, in a bit of a shock.
Why wasn’t he angry at you? And why did he want you to keep his clothes?
He came out of the bathroom, with freshly combed hair and a smile upon his lips.
“Are we gonna cuddle or what?” He pulled you into a hug as he sat down next to you.
“Cuddle?” For all the time you have known Bucky, he has not once asked you to cuddle. “Huh?”
“Yeah.” He snaked his arms around your stomach and pulled you down with him as he laid down on his bed. “I like you, Y/N. Can’t you tell?” He whispered in your ear.
You put your hands up to your cheeks, trying to mask your blush.
“Don’t try to hide that adorable blush, doll.”
“I like you too.” You mumbled.
“What did you say?” Bucky grinned, he heard you, but he wanted to tease you.
You turned around to face him, but your faces were just inches apart.
“What, your super soldier ears can’t pick that up?” You teased him back.
“Say it again.”
“I said, I like you too.”
Bucky’s eyes were a soft blue, the softest you’ve ever seen them, as he closed the space between the two of you and locked lips with you. You both were tangled up with each other, you put your hands in his hair and he pulled you closer to him.
You had to take a breath, putting your forehead against his.
“Damn, Buck.” You breathed out. “You don’t know what you could do to someone when you walk out in just a towel.”
He chuckled.
“Next time, I want to see you in nothing but my shirt.”
Your face went to the same shade of red as it was before.
“Then I’ll know.”