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Hidden Note

He noticed it when he walked into the room.

There wasn’t anything special about it, it was just a folded piece of paper, but his name was scrawled across it in that familiar handwriting, the black ink standing out against the whiteness of the paper: Jack.

He had been curious, as anyone would be when there’s a note sitting there with your name on it. But it was tucked under a book on the table, almost as if it was meant to be hidden, meant to be kept a secret. And so he didn’t ask Joe about it, and did his best to ignore it, focusing on preparing for the video they were meant to be filming.

“Shit,” Joe mumbled suddenly, glancing around.

“Whats up?” Jack asked from his spot on the couch, his body being used to test the focus on the camera.

“I forgot something. I think it’s upstairs, I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll be here.” He called after Joe, his blue eyes watching the body disappear through the door. Jack waited only a moment before lunging forward, his curiosity too strong as he slipped the piece of paper from under the confines of the book, listening to the sound of Joe’s footsteps going up the stairs before he unfolded the note, more of the same black ink on the white paper.

He had meant to just scan it quickly, to calm his curiosity, but then a few choice words caught his attention, and so Jack went back to the beginning, reading each word carefully. As his eyes went from line to line, drawing closer to the end of the note, he felt his heart race, his attention drawn further and further into what was written for him. To him.

So caught up in reading the note, Jack didn’t notice Joe walk back into the room, the words he had been about to say caught in his throat as he realized what was going on, realized what it was that Jack was reading.

He crossed the room quickly, ripping the paper from Jack’s hand, his blue eyes flashing betrayal and fear.

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I saw my name…”

“You didn’t think that if I wanted you to read it, I would have given it to you?!”


“No, Jack. Gods, why would you even do that! You weren’t meant to read it. I was going to throw this away anyways,” Joe glared at the paper, crumbling it up in his hands. “Look, just forget you read it, okay?”


“Oh great,” Joe scoffed, throwing the paper across the room, “So instead we can just ruin our friendship? Wonderful. I was trying to avoid that.”

“Will you shut up?!” Jack finally burst out, standing from his spot, “And let me talk!”

Joe rocked back on his heels, surprised by the sudden outburst, but he nodded slowly, his mouth closed tightly.

“If you had stopped jumping to conclusions for one bloody second,” Jack mumbled, stepping closer to the older man, “I’d be able to tell you what I think of that little note you wrote.”

“What if…what if I don’t want to hear it?” Joe asked, his voice barely a whisper as Jack stopped in front of him.

“I think you want to hear this,” The younger man smiled gently at him, “Because I like you too, Joe.”

But before Joe could say another word, Jack leaned in, his lips pressing against Joe’s in a simple kiss.

“I’m still mad at you for reading it,” Joe muttered as they pulled apart, his lips chasing after Jack’s.

“I should be forgiven,” Jack chuckled, wrapping his arms around Joe’s waist to pull the smaller body against his, “Because if I hadn’t read it, we wouldn’t be kissing right now.”

“We aren’t kis—“ Joe’s words were cut off once more by Jack’s lips, not that the older man had any complaints about that as his arms moved around Jack’s neck.

He’d get mad at Jack for snooping through his stuff later, right now, Joe was quite happy with just kissing.


A collaboration for @capreversebb Captain America Reverse Big Bang 2017.

Art by @vibraniumkink​ (Ao3)
Fic by @drowningbydegrees​ (Ao3)

Artwork rating: Explicit
Fic rating: Explicit
Word count: 5,005
Relationship: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Explicit smut 

“You’re going to make me regret saying that, aren’t you?” Steve asked when Bucky let go to open the door. Of course, that didn’t keep him from stepping through the door after his lover.

“Oh…” Bucky leaned in, and for a minute, Steve could hardly think. Somehow, the exaggerated slowness with which Bucky caught his mouth only made Steve’s heart race faster. It was lazy and languid, Bucky’s lips slotting against his like they’d been made to fit. Steve’s eyes slid shut as Bucky’s fingertips skittered down the ridge of his spine, drawing them subtly closer. Bucky pulled back just enough to speak. “Absolutely.”

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anonymous asked:

Cuddles? Like tired Deacon plops down on the floor before Nick pulls him into his lap maybe some smooches and Dee just flops there cuz he's just so tired and Nick feels so nice

Hope this is to your liking, anon! :D

Set after Ellie’s win of the mayoral office. 

When you’re around me all my grief gives ‘way / A lifetime with you is like some is like some heavenly day.

September 2286

There’s a radiation storm on the horizon, the scratchy scent of its ozone hanging heavy in the air, and drawing closer with every moment they waste playing bullet tag with these stupid machines. Nick’s thankful he ran into Jack in Goodneighbour and offered his services for this Railroad mission because he hates the idea that the kid would’ve had to do this alone. Even if there were only three Gen 2 synths in this scaver party. Well two now, but apparently, they’re quicker learners than he gave them credit for because after he and Jack of them ambushed the one (Nick as the distraction and Jack under a stealth boy), the last two synths huddled together to prevent what happened to their comrade from happening to them.

Nick would like to say that he has some sort of insight into how the things think, being nearly one of them himself, but pre-war Nick doesn’t know what the hell to make of them, and this post-war version doesn’t either. He sighs in frustration (does JH purposefully bait the kid with these ‘easy’ missions or does Jack completely ignore all recommendations for aid? Without knowing JH better, he can’t say for sure and the kid is closed lipped about whatever previous relationship the two had) just as Jack reappears beside him, the stealth boy cloak falling away like a desert mirage. 

“So, they’re across the street behind that building—”

“Already knew that, kid.”

“Shush,” Jack tells him and doesn’t break stride, his voice whisper low. Low enough that if Nick didn’t have his synth hearing, he wouldn’t catch all the words. “Now, they seem to be waiting to get a proper bead on me before planning an ambush. So, I figure we let them ‘find’ me and turn the tables.”

“I’m listenin’.”

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might have accidentally ot3′d

I think these three have REALLY good potential for working together as a team and really taking charge while also advising each other, and I’m hoping for more interactions between them now that shiro isn’t around as a source of diffusing tensions or a source of comfort 

idk I just think there’s really good potential for a strong friendship/team dynamic between the three (also just a lot of comedic possibilities)



Thank you so much for the support! I’m honestly happy that this many people are interested in this blog! Running it has been a fun ride from the very beginning, and I don’t see it ending anytime soon. Also, I reached a moment right now in which I feel like I’m breaking through with my art style and process, and getting closer to what I want to do – so all the more reason to celebrate!!

- Mod

Update: now with a canon!Katsuki edit (x)

i had a spare moment so i tried to figure out what my lone wanderer’s parents looked like

Ball Chain & Satin

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: “Can you write a one shot where Bucky and Reader are getting married, but Bucky is scared. Angst or fluff, it’s up to you. Thanks!” Requested by Anonymous.

Word Count:1,391

Warnings: Language (probably)

A/N: I’m working on my requests, yay me! Oh boii, the fluff is strong :) Hope you’ll like it!

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You were in front of the mirror, admiring your sleeveless satin wedding gown when someone knocked on the door.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me.”

Grabbing a fistful of satin, you gathered up the skirt of your gown and moved closer to the door. You pressed your ear against the wood and heard him shuffling around on the other side of the door.

“Buck, what are you doing here? We’re not supposed to see each other before the ceremony.”

“I wanted to see you.”

“You’ll see me in an hour. Now, hush!”

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“What do you think, did I get it right?”  Stiles asks, turning the pad around to show Derek.

Derek looks away from his orchid.  He smiles at what he sees on the paper.  Reaching out, he touches Stiles on the arm, saying,  “It’s perfect, except for one small thing.”  Derek points to a small pencil mark, then to the actual orchid.  “The column is attached to the lip, like so, you’ve drawn it so it’s part of the sepals.”

Stiles frowns, pulling the drawing closer, until his nose is barely an inch away.  “Huh, I don’t see it.”

“If it helps,”  Derek pulls the pad towards him, flipping to a few pages back, “This is how I drew them,”  he says, pointing to a couple of misshapen blobs he tried to shape into orchids, but failed terribly.  “As you can see, you’re a much better drawer than I am.”

“Point made,”  Stiles says with raised brows, “how about you stick to growing them, and I’ll stick to drawing them, deal?”

Derek grins.  “Deal.”

(From a fic sitting in my drafts, about botanist!Derek and beekeeper!Stiles falling for each other in Derek’s brownstone where he grows some of the rarest orchids in the world, just for kicks)

A Little Something About The Tangy and The Tart

I cannot believe it has been so long since I posted and I’m sorry, truly, that it’s taken me forever and a day to get my ass in gear. But due to recent events, I felt inspired to write something and I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out!

Also, I owe a huge thank you to @permanentcross for giving me advice and reassuring me this wasn’t crap and to @canistay-haz for being her wonderful, loving self and telling me I don’t suck. You both are so, so lovely and I’m lucky that I can ask you for advice when I’m not confident in my writing.

That being said, enjoy!

Warning: NSFW


Normally, Saturday mornings would be reserved for sleeping in, lazy kisses, and barely audible gasps filling your ears. Today however, you and Harry had to be somewhat functioning adults. You were having one last get together with Harry’s closest friends and family before his life was sent into the spotlight for who knows how long, and he didn’t get to be as free and open with his time as he had been. 

You woke up about half an hour after Harry did, knowing you had things to do and people to see but you were having none of it. All you could think about was the slight yet very-much-still-there tingling sensation between your legs thanks to yours and Harry’s late night rendezvous. You smiled to yourself, rolling over and letting your face collide into Harry’s pillow, inhaling his lingering scent that made you want him all over again… 

You made your way downstairs to your boyfriend, legs bare and torso covered in his ridiculously baggy pink shirt that was littered with the white polka dots, your rear just barely peeking out at the bottom hem. Harry was sporting only a pair of grey joggers that hung much too low on his hips, not that you were complaining. 

“Morning, sunshine.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, peppering his back with tiny pecks.

“G’morning, poppet. Sleep okay?” Every morning after, without fail, he asks how you slept. He asks because he knows when you’re both in the heat of the moment, sex isn’t gentle. Not that it’s animalistic, but you and Harry like what you like and making sure you’re comfortable and properly taken care of after is an essential part of his aftercare routine; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take care of you and pamper any part that might be slightly bruised or extra loved on. He does love a routine after all…

“Mhm,” you purr into his back, pecking his skin once more before he spins around in your grasp, your arms falling to your sides while he places one hand on your cheek and encloses your mouth with his.

“Good,” he smiles down at you, pecking your cheek before turning back to the countertop where you can see he’s been preparing a dessert for the get together later that night. 

“Whatcha makin’?” you ask, hopping upon the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while eyeing the bowl of plain raspberries and the graham cracker crust that was still sitting in the tart pan Harry insisted he needed.

“How does a raspberry tart for tonight sound? Bought the pan, figured there was no use in letting it sit in the cupboard.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. There was nothing comical about the dessert in and of itself, but you were feeling some type of way this morning and you couldn’t help but think of it in a provocative way.

Harry rolled his eyes, trying not to grin, “Why is that funny?”

You just giggled again and reached to kiss him on the cheek, “Maybe I wanna be your little raspberry tart. I already have the perfect shirt on.” Although you’d been sitting on the countertop for a good minute already, Harry had just noticed how his shirt had ridden up your thighs and he swallowed hard, also taking in how you had only the bottom two buttons fastened and there was little, if anything, left to the imagination. What Harry didn’t know was that you didn’t have anything covering the part of you that wanted him the most; he figured you’d just thrown on something skimpy just to torture him but no, you were completely bare, apart from the bottom of the hem under your bum, and sitting on your boyfriend’s counter. Harry didn’t have a prayer. 

You smirked at him cheekily and even though you’d had him not even eight hours before, he could tell you still had an appetite for something else, something that filled you in a different way. 

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