exclaimation points

as free as [his] hair

so @thesschesthair committed the ultimate sin today and removed all of Killian’s hair. (hey @killian-whump, you’re guilty, too ;P )

so I had to fix it: let’s give him MORE HAIR (but not, like, hirsuteness or anything crazy). 1.3k of unbeta’d fluff (almost literally) [title from “Hair” by Lady Gaga]

She didn’t notice it at first—not until the day she was trying to tell her mom about Killian’s elf ears.

“Just look at them!” Emma exclaimed, pointing across Granny’s to where he stood at the counter fetching drinks. But his hair covered up the pointed tips, and that’s when she realized that it was longer than it had been in a long time; probably not since their return from the Underworld.

Her mother told her she believed her, but Emma spent the rest of the meal wondering at Killian’s choice of hairstyle. She’d never tell him how to wear it, of course, but she wondered if it hinted at anything emotionally, though he hadn’t been acting out of the ordinary.

It became something she kept on silent observation, figuring commentary might make him self-conscious. But it was definitely getting longer, and it almost felt thicker whenever her fingers inevitably found their way into it at more intimate times. (And, if she wasn’t wrong, so did his chest hair. There wasn’t more of it, necessarily—it still  decorated his pecs in the same way, trailing down just the center of his stomach—but he just seemed extra…huggable lately. Like a teddy bear. But she’d absolutely NEVER tell him that.)

She did finally have to say something after hearing him huff for the umpteenth time when having to pushing his fringe from his face while prepping dinner.

“You know, I have probably have a headband somewhere you could borrow…or a hair tie,” she suggested, pushing his locks from his face and running her hand back through his coif, to where it ended near the base of his neck.

“Are you suggesting we share hair accessories in addition to the kohl we already both use?” he proposed in reply, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Wait—you’re the reason I keep running out of eyeliner?” His wink was the only answer she received but it was enough to distract her from her initial comment—until a few days later, when he asked for her help in pulling his hair back into a ponytail. (She didn’t say anything, but may have taken to playing with the little nub of hair whenever the opportunity presented itself.)

She figured, at some point, he’d want to get it cut, but still it grew. And she knew it wasn’t the first time he’d worn his hair pulled back—she’d seen the ribbons on his ship—but figured that he might get tired of having to have her put it up every day. Of course, she didn’t mind doing it, seeing as it wasn’t often she got the chance to pamper him when he did so much for her, but still—it was a little surprising.

(Though not as surprising as seeing her dad’s full head of curls that he probably hadn’t sported since he was a kid.)

So she continued to be merely amused by it, until the day she was searching for an extra bottle of body wash in the bathroom cupboard and found an odd, old-fashioned bottle hiding with the shaving cream. It definitely wasn’t hers, and given the nature of liquids in weird vials in this town, she grew worried.

“Killian, is this yours?” she asked him as she went downstairs, interrupting him reading. She didn’t think it was his, but figured she should cover her bases before calling Regina—though her thumb was already hovering over the mayor’s name on her phone.

Killian looked up from his book and then, to her shock, blanched when he saw what she held. He swallowed thickly before replying, “Oh, you found that.”

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Talking To Me-The Young Bucks Drabble

#7-“Why do you have to be so hot, yet so annoying at the same time?”

Requested

Tags: @baybayforlife @thegenericluchadora @originalbish98 @wrestlingnoob

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“Hey Y/N! Say hi!”

Matt exclaimed, pointing the camera at me.

I shook my head unamused. “Not in the mood Matthew.” I sighed, as I walked off, but he and Nick followed me.

“Come on Y/N! It’s for Being The Elite.” Nick added. I rolled my eyes.

“Uh..F*ck The Revival.” I groaned, knowing that was one of their things.

They both sighed. “We aren’t allowed to say that anymore!” Matt exclaimed.

“Just say hi!” Nick added.

“Why do you have to be so hot yet so annoying at the same time?” I asked.

They both stopped in their tracks.

“You think I’m hot?” They both asked in sync.

Then they looked at each other, and I walked away.

“(S)he was talking to me!” Matt exclaimed.

Nick shook his head. “You wish! (S)he looked right at me!”

Matt rolled his eyes. “Sounds like delusion called, and you answered the phone.” He scoffed, crossing his arms.

“You see that Matt? Everything you just said, is like hot (chick/guy) repellent.” Nick replied. “Chsss!” He added, mimicking a spray noise.

“Let’s just ask Y/N!” Matt exclaimed, before turning back, only to see I was gone.

Matt let out a sigh.

“Great. You scared (her/him) off.”

A dog person - Young!Sirius x Reader

Warnings : nope, maybe the GIF that personally makes me weak

Words : 2.8k

Request : yes

Note : it’s the imagine that I wrote a few days ago and that was deleted somehow, I’m sharing it again now. I know some people had the same request but anywayyyyy (thank you to the ppl who told me to post it again btw❣️). I just imagined a Patronus for Pettigrew, don’t mind it if it bothers you. I loved this request and got a bit carried away, it was just so damn cute.


Originally posted by bentbarnes


Even at Hogwarts everybody hated monday mornings, as they symbolized the end of the weekend, the return in class and especially, implied a lot of exhaustion. In fact, everybody except the 6th years, because to them Monday morning meant Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here you were, at your usual seat next to the wall on the first row. The classroom 3C had probably the biggest windows out of all the Turris Magnus, unfortunately you were too short to observe the view -everybody was- but you still tried to take a look everytime. You were on tip-toes, taking advantage of the fact that your teacher had not yet arrived to make another attempt.


« You know Y/N, I really enjoy the view you’re offering me when you stand up like this in front of me, but I think you should just sit down as our dear Professor is here. » whispered Sirius behind you. Your cheeks turner red as you did what he said, sighing in exasperation and trying to focus on the tall man standing in front of the class. Sirius knew his little seduction game made you feel a bit flustered and that was exactly why he liked doing it so much, he didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, he was only joking and you knew it. Out of the four Marauders, you spent most of your time with him or Remus, who actually introduced you to the others after meeting you at the library.


« Today I will try, and please notice that I said try, to teach you something that I know most of you have been waiting for. » said your teacher solanemly, holding his hands together behind his back. « The majority of witches and wizards are not able to produce it for it requires patience, concentration and determination. You probably guessed it already, I am talking about the Patronus charm, one of the most powerful defensive charms that exist.»


Immediatly, everybody started to whisper enthousiasticly to their neighbors, and even Lily who usually was the definition of the model student seemed hysteric. You smiled when you saw her, her dazzling hair flying in the air while she turned around towards the boys, already beginning to discuss on the shape their patronus would take. James had already managed to produce one and it was a deer just like his animagus. He could be turbulent, sometimes even insolent, but nobody could deny that he was an incredibly talented wizard just like Remus who was sitting next to him. Strangely, he stayed away from the general euphoria which spread in the class, playing almost nervously with his hands. You frowned, ready to ask him what was going on when your teacher knocked two times on the desk with his fists. The noises stopped and everybody looked at him once again.


« To produce a Patronus, it is necessary to concentrate on your most beautiful memory, and only this one. Find the memory that warms your heart the most and say clearly, wand in hand : expecto patronum. » Suddenly, a silver eagle flew from his hand and in the classroom. It was both beautiful and captivating. « This requires training, today we shall satisfy us with approaching the theoretical side of it and in the next class, I hope that you will be ready. Just know that it is difficult to obtain a corporeal patronus, and that its purpose is not to be beautiful, but to protect you from Dementors. Whether it is a rat, cat or lion, its power will be the same : the partonus is a shield, a messenger and a protector. »


He kept speaking during the whole following hour, adding that even if the animal shape the Patronus took did not define its strenght, it could mean something important for the wizard. Leaving the class everybody had only an idea in head : discover what their patronus was. The four boys, Lily and you had mutually decided to train together by the lake this afternoon. But right now you were going to eat, Sirius and James led the group speaking loudly and walking way too fast. Behind and standing by your side, Lily seemed to explain to Peter the details he had not understood. You left them silently to join Remus who walked at the back, alone, head low and dragging his feet. He raised his head when he saw you were waiting for him and turned the gentle smile you were giving him back to you. Interlacing your arm in his, you jumped at the opportunity to be alone with him to ask him what was wrong. Remus sighed, he seemed embarrassed and you strated to worry. He looked around to be sure no one was listening and then he bent a little towards you.


« I’m afraid my corporeal Patronus gives too much away, if you know what I mean. I already tried with James and it almost worked, and I swear I saw a long hairy tail before the light went off. » He whispered, biting his lip « With you guys it doesn’t matter, but if anyone else sees it… » He didn’t finish his sentence but you knew what he meant. Remus had always suffered because of his lycantropia, his parents and him had a nomadic life before he came to Hogwarts thanks to Dumbledore. Everytime someone started to be suspicious, they left and the little Remus never got to make friends. Even now that he had friends, really good ones, he was still afraid someone would found out. Taking his hand in yours, you squeezed it gently so he knew he wasn’t alone and you were here for him.


« We can practice alone another day if you want to be sure, you don’t have to do it today if you don’t want to. »

« I think that’s a good idea, thank you Y/N. »



Around 4pm, you sat in the green grass which lined the lake, between Sirius and Peter who seemed strangely concentrated into tearing away the petals of a flower one by one. You turned around towards Sirius who was already looking at you. You felt your cheeks burn a little when he did not look away which made him laugh, revealing his white teeth and his dimples.  He was a handsome young man, really, and you never knew if you just found him attracive or if it was something more. Anyway, you came back to reality when James showed up, back from his Quidditch session. A proud smile could be seen on his face as per usual, and it grew even bigger when a bunch of Gryffindor girls passing by stared at him like he was a piece of art, or a piece of meat. It always made Sirius giggle but Lily just rolled her eyes every single time.


« Did you mess your hair up on purpose again just so you can look like some Quidditch rock star ? » suggested Remus, looking quite amused. 

« You’ll be authorized to criticize my hair when your furry little problem will be solved, Moony chéri. » teased James, winking before he spoke again while turning around « Let’s get started folks, why don’t we let the Lilliputian try first. »


Eveybody laughed, James flirting with Lily was the funniest thing ever, especially when he came up with these strange nicknames but you had to admit that for once it wasn’t so bad. She stood up, pointing her wand towards him which caused him to slightly move to the side.


« In fact I’m two months older than you Potter, show me some respect. » Remus, Peter and Sirius giggled while James seemed outraged, but before he could come back with anything Lily exclaimed, her wand pointing to the sky « Expecto patronum ! »


You held your breath just like the others while slowly but very clearly, from the tip of her wand, a bright silvery light started to burst before fading out. She tried again multiple times with James giving her advices and finally, a tall and gracious doe was running in the air, following the rythm of Lily’s laugh. Her green eyes were wide opened, she seemed proud and happier than ever. You all applauded, Peter even took a bow.


« It’s strange, isn’t it ? Your patronus is a doe and Potter’s one is a deer. If it isn’t a sign, I don’t know what it is. » teased Sirius, winking to Lily. Her cheeks turned bright red before she exlaimed « Simple coincidence, that won’t make me go out with you any sooner Potter. »


Finally you formed little groups, James and Lily stayed together, Sirius was with Peter and Remus with you. This way, the others didn’t pay attention to the fact that Moony wasn’t really trying to practice and he was pleased about it. You tried to remember all the informations your teacher gave you this morning, and took a deep breath. You hoped it would work but as Lily said again and again, it was a difficult spell and it was normal if you didn’t succeed on your first tries. For what felt like an hour you persisted, repeating the two little words again and again, sometimes managing to produce a little shiny light at the end of your wand. But no animal, nothing. Frustrated you sighed noisily, which caught the attention of Remus, Sirius and Peter. The two others seemed too busy arguing about who-knows-what, and anyway they did not really need to practice anymore. Seeing your disappointment, Sirius smiled softly before suggesting to the boys to train together and that he would help you. After all if that did not work so well that way, you could try.


« I can’t do it either, you know. Maybe it’s because you distract me. » he suggested, teasing you once more with a grin on his face.

« That’s not funny Sirius. » you whined, a pout on your lips.


He looked at them for a bit too long before coming back at your eyes. Finally he stood behind you, his chest pressed against your back. You were thankful he was behind, at least he couldn’t see your burning cheeks but it wasn’t finished yet because you could now feel his strong hand taking yours, holding your wand with you while the other one was placed on your hip. Your heart was racing and you were probably shaking too because he laughed soflty, speaking soflty.


« Maybe you’re not thinking about your happiest memory. Close you eyes, the first one to come to your mind is probably the good one, focus on it. »


Even if his body pressed against yours and his breath crashing on the thin skin of your neck did not help you at all, his soft and low voice was relaxing and you now thought of nothing else. You no longer heard the sound of the wind in the trees, nor the murmur of the water of the lake, you did not see your friends staring at you a little farther : it was his voice and his body near you that occupied all your mind. You closed your eyes as he had suggested, and with trembling lips you pronounced the two words « Expecto patronum. » You opened your eyes slowly, just in time to see a magnificent light spraying out, more powerful than what you had managed to do until then. It grew larger, Sirius’s hand still held yours and guided the movements of your wand.
After a few seconds, you saw it. In front of you stood a brilliant, tall and perfectly formed dog. But it was not a common dog, you had seen this one several times already and you recognized it immediately. You understood that Sirius did too when you felt his fingers release your hand smoothly and his body move back slowly. Your concentration broke and the big dog disappeared. You did not dare to turn around, both shocked and mute, because you finally knew what your patronus was. And it was him. It was Padfoot.



You stood there, sitting on your bed without knowing what to do or even what to think. After the events of the afternoon you quickly ran away, stammering that you did not feel well and that you were going to rest. But everyone had seen the same thing as you, and everyone knew that your patronus was none other than Sirius Black himself, or at least his animagus form. You tried to convince yourself that it was just a simple dog, but you knew what you saw. Maybe it didn’t mean anything at all, maybe it did. It probably did. Sirius and you had been friends for years and even though he liked to tease you all day long, it had never been more than a platonic relationship. As you kept thinking about this, images started to come to your mind. The day you met, how funny you found him, yet annoying. The first time you sat together in class, and how you spent the hour drawing stupid things on each other’s books. That time in 4th year when he punched a guy who insulted you, and definitely got a detention for it. When one of his pranks hurt you and he brought you chocolate and flowers to make it up. The time he hugged you so tight after Gryffindor won the house cup that you thought he was going to choke you. Maybe he wasn’t just a friend after all, and it took you a couple of years and a patronus to realize it. A knock on your door made you lift your head up, the person did not let you any time to answer and entered the room.


« Can I come in ? » asked the black haired boy.
« A bit too late to ask, isn’t it ? »


Sirius did not answer, he just closed the door leaving you both alone in the dorm. He sat next to you, your knees barely touching, but not a word was said. You looked at the floor for a few seconds before you saw him turning his head to you from the corner of your eye. Slowly, you looked at him too, your heart skipping a beat when you met his dark grey eyes.


« Why did you leave earlier ? You missed something, we learnt that Peter’s patronus is a mole. »
« You know why I left. » you said, smiling slightly at the end.
« You don’t have to be embarassed about it. » he shrugged « But I have to admit that I thought it would be something else. »
« Like what ? »
« A penguin. »


You scoffed, clearly not especting that answer. Sirius looked at you curiously, he didn’t seem to understand why you were chuckling but he still smiled when he heard your laugh.


« What ? They’re cute and funny, everyone likes penguins. » he smirked.
« Nope, you’re probably the only person to fancy penguins that much. »
« Well I don’t try to hide it. You shouldn’t either. »


His last words were whispered in your ear before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. You knew what he meant, and you couldn’t act as if the butterflies flying in your stomach weren’t here. He bent down to give you another kiss, on the cheek this time, but the weight of his body made you both fall back on the bed. You laughed as he found himself lying on top of you and for the first time since you met him, you saw a light shade of red on his cheeks. You stayed like this before he kissed your forehead, and then your nose. You smiled and he looked at your lips, and back at your eyes again. Your hands made their way to the back of his neck as he brushed your lips with his own, without ever pressing them together. Your heartbeating probably echoed throughout the entire room, or maybe it was his own. He smirked again when he saw the look full of frustration and desire you gave him, biting his lip and kissing the corner of your lips and then your cheek, before whispering in your ear again.

« I always knew you were a dog person. »

And after that he finally pressed his lips against yours, tenderly, as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

Imagine Wade & Peter getting turned on by you.


“Really Wade!” You yelped bending down onto the ground, “I just cleaned this damn place up!”

Wade snickered next to you, throwing a thumbs up to Peter. It was movie night and the three of you were watching Amityville Horror, much to Wade’s dismay. He wanted to watch the Saw movie, but Peter protested, saying it was “too much” for him. So mid way through the movie when you were snuggled between the two men,Wade decided to scare you. Suddenly during an intense moment in the movie, Wade grabbed you by the shoulders, making you scream and on pure natural instinct, you threw the bowl of popcorn forward. Sending popcorn everywhere and causing Peter to roar in laughter. Groaning you reach down for the bowl and move down to the floor. You quickly gather all the popcorn, crawling around to make sure you got every last one. But then you see there are a few under the tv stand, so on all fours you try reaching for the popcorn. What you don’t realize is that you had just put yourself in a compromising position. Your ass was sticking up in the air, while you tried grabbing the remaining kettle.

“Jesus, look at that ass Peter,” Wade leaned over and whispered into the man’s ear. Peter tried to advert his eyes, but it was far too late.

“Imagine that ass on your lap,” Wade continued, his mask brushing against Peter’s ear.

“Shut up Wade,” he warned, shifting in his seat. The hero couldn’t tell, but under his mask Wade’s eyes had wandered to Peter’s crotch.

“Doesn’t take much huh, baby boy?”

Peter blushed profusely, grabbing a throw pillow and placing it over his lap.

Finally you stood up in victory, holding up the bowl to show the two men.

“I got it all,” smirking you noticed both men had pillows pressed against their laps.

“What did I miss?” You questioned, placing the bowl on the coffee table.

“Your delicious ass that’s what,” Wade exclaimed before pointing over to Peter, “And Spidey over here popping a boner.”

Peter turned red, fumbling to get words out, but you just laughed quickly taking your place back in between the men.

“Well, Ryan Reynolds kinda sucks in this movie, so how about I help you out with that Peter?” You removed the pillow from his lap, tossing it toward Wade. Peter’s face turned about ten shades redder, before taking your hand in his.

“HEY, HEY! I HAVE A BONER TOO!” Wade whined, chucking both pillows away from him and jumping in between Peter and you.

“I declare movie night over, last person to the bedroom is a rotten egg !” You yelled, laughing with Peter as Wade skipped to the bedroom.

BTS Reaction | You Calling Them Daddy To Get Their Attention

A/N:Sorry this took so long,I was on hiatus😅


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Jin


Your boyfriend was cooking dinner for you and the boys.

He was getting too invested in it,that he didn’t even welcome you.

Pouting,you got closer to him. Now smirking,you thought of the perfect plan to distract him.

“Daddy,are you busy?~“you asked in a seductive voice.

In not even a second,he turned to you and grabbed you by the hips,pushing you onto the kitchen counter.

"Y/N,you know you can’t tease daddy like that,especially when he is cooking and the boys are home."he said,pushing his clothed crotch onto your thigh.

"Just wait till I’m done cooking,kitten.”


Originally posted by bwiseoks

Namjoon

“Joonie, I want some alone time…You know you want it too."you purred into his ear as you sat on his lap.

"Y/N,I’m working on our comeback,I’m gonna be free in some hours,just wait a little,okay?"he said.

"But daddy!"you said as you stomped your feet.

"What did you just say?"he asked,mouth agape.

"I want it now,daddy.”

In just a second,he got up from his chair as he grabbed you by the wrists,pushing you onto the wall.

“Okay baby girl,daddy is gonna punish you for interrupting him."he said as he sucked your neck,while holding your arms above your head.


Originally posted by forever-young-got7

Hoseok

You were at the boy’s practice room,watching them and your boyfriend learning the new dance for their upcoming comeback.

"Y/N,wanna get some takeout?"your boyfriend asked.

As you looked at him,he was walking in your way,wiping his sweat with a towel,and God did he looked sexy.He always did.

"Y/N?Do you hear me?You looked spaced out."he said,grinning.

"Huh?Oh.Yes daddy."you said.

Realizing what you just blurted out,you covered your face with your head,embarrassed.

"Oh Y/N…You’re too cute for me to take it seriously!"he said while patting your head,laughing.


Originally posted by jaayhope

Yoongi


Your boyfriend was still sleeping, even though it was 1 pm.You knew he worked hard,he deserved some rest.But your hormones and horny self told you otherwise.

As you sat on his hips,you trailed kisses along his jaw,that led to his neck.

You saw him open his eyes,slowly.

"Y/N?I was sleeping."he groaned.

"Good morning daddy."you whispered into his neck.

"Y/N,I’m serious.I’m tired.”

Pouting,you got off of him.

“But I promise baby,once I’ll wake up,you wouldn’t be able to walk for a week."he said,as he drifted back into sleep.


Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Taehyung


You were waiting for your boyfriend to come home from an interview.To make time pass faster,you were scrolling through social media.You didn’t even notice that you fell asleep,on the couch.It was 1 am after all and you were tired.

Hours or maybe minutes later,you didn’t know,you were woken up by the front door opening.

Quickly getting up from the couch,you made the way where the sound came from,it was your boyfriend.

"Daddy! You’re home!"you exclaimed while hugging Tae.

"Woah Y/N,what’s up with the pet names?"he laughed.

"Oh.I’m sorry,I just blurted it out without thinking."you said,embarrassed.

"Don’t be sorry, I like it when my precious girlfriend calls me that."he winked.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jimin


You and Jimin where on a date at an amusement park.

Holding hands and walking, you saw a fun-looking ride.

"Daddy look!I want us to go there!"you exclaimed while pointing with your finger at the ride.

"Y/N,we’re in a public place!"he whispered,trying to look angry but failing to do so.

"Jiminie I didn’t mean it in a sexual way!I promise!"you laughed.

"Then I’m gonna sure you’ll mean it in that way tonight."he winked while squeezing your hand.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook


He was playing Overwatch,not even paying attention to a word you were saying.

"Did You-Jungkook!"you shouted.

Nothing.

Fine then,you thought.

"Daddy~”

Slowly putting his headphones aside,he looked at you with a smirk across his face.

“Ask Daddy away,Y/N."he smiled.

"Okay then,I want daddy to tell me who ate my chocolates."you smiled at him.

"I-,Daddy doesn’t know sweetie."he nervously chuckled.

"Oh,I’m sure he does,daddy has chocolate across his face."you got closer to him.

"Okay,I ate your chocolates Y/N,are you happy now?I was hungry."he looked at you.

"Daddy is now owning me something."you purred.

He grinned as he got up from his chair and kissed you passionately.


Originally posted by roselstra

A/N:what am I doing…

Requests:closed!

Experiment #2 - Request

Originally requested by @newts-fan-caseSo could you do a Sherlock x Reader were she is riding his face? (Lol I’m a sinner but I ain’t sorry) like for an experiment ‘cause Sherlock thinks a person can’t get aroused just by giving pleasure to someone else, but he is wrong and yeah ;)
& Anon:  Hi! Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock where he wants to try have the reader sit on his face and eat her out and she’s shy & a bit self conscious with her body and he makes sure he makes her see Stars (with a little fkuff)? Thank you!
Requested by anon:  The “Experiment” was awesome! Can we have a part 2? Pleeeeeaaaaseeee
& a shit load of other people.

This is Sequel Friday first winner.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 2,886

Warnings: Smut (unprotected), un-edited, secuel (yup, it’s a warning)

A/N: Amazing way to wrap an amazing week. Thank you to everyone who voted!

Enjoy!

|PART 1|

After Sherlock’s little “experiment”, his relationship with (Y/N) turned somewhat odd. They would continue to work together and act professional during the cases, but the tension between them was too much.

He had showed her a side that not a single human thought existed, or at least didn’t want to see. He had been patient with her, loving even, making sure to make her feel comfortable at all costs, complimenting her, being gentle and respecting her limits… Definitely thing a real gentleman does, but not the kind of traits one would expect from Sherlock Holmes.

Then there was also the fact that John was sensing some change of vibes in 221B. Of course, he figured it had something to do with Sherlock’s usual arse behaviour, but it was weird to see (Y/N) affected by it.

Sherlock was sitting on his seat, Watson was on his and (Y/N) was between them on the “victim’s chair”. Watson had a stern, determined look on his eyes and Sherlock was calm as usual, thinking that John was too dumb to have figured anything about him and (Y/N).

“What is going on?” John asked carefully.

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Hello Autumn | Tom Holland

Summary: Tom Holland and the reader spend the fall together, doing fun fall activities and spending time with family. All the while, Tom’s family pesters him about his unplanned future with the reader…

Warning: fluffiness

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Type: Oneshot

Requested: anonymously 

A/N: Just to let you all know, I combined two requests together for this oneshot. One request was for the reader and Tom to do fun fall activities together and the other was about the entire family pestering Tom about his future with the reader. I combined them because I thought it would make a better story arch. Anyways…enjoy!

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Blow Your Mind

Originally posted by lovershub

Request- ‘Can you please write one where you have really rough sex with Reid?’

Part 3 of SMUTmas!


 ‘He is so hot!’ You exclaimed, pointing at the actor on the TV. ‘Look at him in his FBI vest. I would want him to slam me against a wall and fuck me senseless.’

You took a sip of your drink, and turned to your boyfriend, FBI genius Spencer Reid, who was staring at you in disbelief.

‘Y/N, I’m an FBI agent too?’ Spencer questioned, raising an eyebrow at you.

You laughed. ‘Yes, I know that. But you’re quite, well, lovey-dovey in bed. I couldn’t imagine you being rough with me.’

Spencer leant forward and removed the mug from your hand.

‘Oh, Y/N, I could Blow. Your. Mind.’ He whispered into your ear, as a moan involuntarily escaped from your mouth.

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— grey zone | (m)

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• pairing: kim seokjin x reader
• genre/warnings: angst, smut, fluff
• words: 10,481
→ summary: you and Jin used to date, but things ended pretty quickly, realising that maybe you guys weren’t meant to be. Over the past couple of months, he’s had to watch you with another guy, knowing it wasn’t right. However, what can he do when he’s stuck in a grey zone… he knows he too, isn’t right for you, but all he wants is to hold you…?
• note. inspired by grey zone, but I was listening to clairvoyant on repeat a lot too. 

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I think this here is the main reason I’m already satisfied with that little reunion clip we got in the preview. I always found Ash’s reaction in this scene kinda underwhelming–I’m not saying he’s unhappy to see Misty (he just walked into his house and found her there when he wasn’t expecting her at all, clearly he’s shocked to see her), but his body language only communicates surprise, not necessarily excitement.

This time around though there’s absolutely no denying that he’s surprised and elated. Pointing and exclaiming her name in what looks like disbelief, staring at her for a full moment with a giant smile on his face, then looking at Pikachu as he’s preparing to jump into her arms and smirking as if to say “yeah, buddy, I know what you want to do, go for it”. Maybe it’s just me, but this ten second clip already feels more satisfying than their previous reunions.

(This is also why I’m glad this is happening in SM. I love how expressive and “animated” this style makes the characters.)

Nice to see y'all are enjoying these time traveling shenanigans just as much as I am! (・ω・)ノ

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ZENYATTA:
He was assigned to you in the beginning, as a councilor of sorts. That was something he would never mind doing; he enjoyed helping anyone who wanted it.

However, something about you seemed different than others he had worked with.

Yes, you were frazzled- an expected response- but you accepted him, trusted him, at a much faster rate than he was used to.

It was……..refreshing?

Either way, you quickly became one of his favorite students and closest friends. His team of two suddenly became a group of three, and he was left with a confusing feeling, striking him silent in the most peculiar moments.

“You called me master?” Genji peaks around the open door leading out to a close grassy cliff side, perfect for meditation.

“Yes, do you have time to speak with me?” Zenyatta sits there, petting a stray cat in his lap, under the shade of a large tree.

“I do.” He settles next to his master, cross legged as always. “May I ask about what?”

“Of course,” he rests his hand on the back of the purring cat, “I wish to speak of my emotions. They have become more and more confusing as time passes.”

Genji nods in agreement. “I understand. I will do my best to help you master.” He folds his hands in his lap. If he was being honest, he didn’t feel anywhere near qualified to assist him.

“I am glad.” He hums, “Now where to begin?” He taps his chin. “Perhaps the warmth in my chest.”

“Warmth? Are you sure it is emotion causing it?”

“Yes. I had a doctor check it.” He sets his hand on his chest plate, “I believe it is caused by my body overworking itself due to unknown circumstances. It is a feeling akin to a fierce battle; though, one is not occurring at the time.”

“And, when does it happen?”

“During the normalities of my daily routine.” He lowers his hand and glances at it, “There are times as well were I cannot think, or am forgetful. Though, it is not happening now.”

“That is interesting. You still have no idea what the cause is?”

“No.” He sighs. “Do you have any suggestions, my student?”

“I am not sure. Human and Omnic emotions sometimes differ,” he pauses, “however, if you were human, I would think that you were either sick, or had a crush.”

“A crush?” It was more of a statement than a question. “Yes, that would make sense.”

“It would? But, on who?” Though he tried to hide it, his extreme curiosity coated his words.

“Hmm. Perhaps [y/n].” He begins to pet the cat again, and it lets out a contempt chirp. “Yes, as I think about it, I believe it is correct.” He beams at Genji. “Thank you.”

“It is no problem.”

GENJI:
Good friends, to Genji, were hard to come by. Sure, he had many acquaintances, but not many people above that.

It took maybe a day of knowing each other to move into friendship. He was ecstatic, to say the least, to find someone so fond of his presence, and who would also laugh at his lame jokes (to which he told a lot).

“High five!” You boast, and he complies, following it up with a fist bump. Childish, he knew, but he was allowed to be such. “Haha! Nice.”

“No fair!” Lúcio fakes a huff. “I’m not used to going on three! I panicked!”

“Okay, my turn.” You place your fist in your palm, determination in your eyes, “Me and you, death match.”

“I will not lose to you again!” He readies his stance, Angela counts down, and you both release your weapons.

“Paper beats rock, Genji wins.” She announces.

Lúcio knowingly sets his hand on your shoulder as your head falls. “Looks like we got cleaning duty.” You groan loudly and he nods solemnly, “Me too.”

“It’s best to get started now.” Angela starts, shooing the two of you out. “The storage room needs a lot of work.”

“We know,” you sigh and turn to leave, “c'mon Lúcio.”

As soon as the door shuts behind you, Genji begins his speed walk out, only to be stopped by Mercy’s expecting hum.

“You weren’t expecting to leave without giving me an update, now were you?” His shoulders droop, knowing he’s already lost.

“No, of course not Doctor Ziegler.” Curse his polite nature! He knew she only wanted to gossip, but he couldn’t find it in himself to be rude enough to lie in order then leave.

She clasps her hands excitedly and smiles wide. “So, any new developments?”

“No, nothing has changed.” Her smile disappears slightly.

“Still nothing?” He nods and she frowns, “Genji, I thought Saturday was the day!”

“It was.” He crossed his arms, pausing his thought, carefully choosing his words. “Until I accidentally spilled juice on them.”

She was struck with silence. “I- and how did that happen?”

He places his head into his hand, “I was……….showing off…….”

“Genji,” he hears her scolding him, “we talked about this!”

“Yes, I recall.” He runs his hand down his faceplate, “I was nervous and not thinking. I did apologize, but that may have made things worse.”

“Is that why there was broken glass on the floor?”

“Yes.”

She let out a short sigh, “You do tend to make a big fuss around them.” Steam leaks from his shoulders and he turns his head away. She shakes her head, tapping her foot against the floor. “Maybe it would be easier if you didn’t try so hard. I’m afraid, at this rate, you might end up really hurting someone.”

He shifts on his feet and nods slightly. “You are right. I should try to handle this less forcibly.”

“Do you want me to brain storm ideas with you?” She offers.

He perks up a small bit, “It would be most appreciated.”

MCCREE:
It was no secret that you were immediately shy upon meeting the cowboy. But there was something else about you, something……..odd.

Maybe that wasn’t the best way to put it- yet he didn’t know what else it would be. So, his curiosity drove him to you. He needed to know what it was.

Now, believe it or not, Jesse was a smart man; and when feelings started to occur, he immediately started to distance himself, only to realize that he was in too deep.

For him, a fling was something he could handle. Real romance? Haha! No.

“Hey! Mr. Jesse, any chance I could talk with you?” Oh, it was that Lúcio kid. What could he want to talk about? They weren’t exactly friends; more like acquaintances.

“Sure, I guess?” He shoves his hand into his pocket, and uses the other one to scratch his beard. “‘Bout what, exactly?”

“[y/n]-” Why you? What about you would he want to talk about? Oh. Oh god! The jig is up, he knows; he’s gonna tell you! Abort, ABORT.

“You doin’ okay over there, buddy?” Lúcio sways slightly on his heels, “You’re getting a little pale.”

He coughs in his hand to rid himself of nerves. “Yeah, just dehydrated, I reckon.” His body feels a bit more clunky, “I didn’t quite catch what you said there before.”

Moment of truth. He knew this day was coming, but did he prepare for it? No.

“If you say so…” He wasn’t entirely convinced; it was written all over his eyes.

He distantly remember you telling him that Lúcio was incredible at reading people, and that wasn’t helping him calm down one bit.

“I was just asking what you thought I should get for their birthday?”

Ah.

Well, doesn’t he just feel like an idiot.

“I’m sure whatever’s fine.” He wanted this conversation to end so that he could go to his room and scold himself for getting so worked up over nothing.

“Are you sure your okay? Nothing’s up?” There was a pause, not long enough for him to respond. “Is it about [y/n]?”

“Uh-”

“It is!” He exclaims, pointing. Man, he was good at reading people.

“No, it’s not!” Jesse crosses his arm, glancing around the room. He’d rather not talk about this in a public place.

“I promise I won’t tell no body!” This boy was getting excited. He shuffles over to him and jokingly jabs his side with his elbow. “Who knows? Maybe you’ll be my present to them, huh?”

“Now that’s just ridic-”

“Oh my god. I was just joking! I didn’t know that you actually liked them!” How much more excited could this kid get?

“Look, I don’t really want to talk about it.” He lifts his hat off his head, runs his fingers through his hair, and places it back on his head. “Not here, anyway.” He gestures to the open, and thankfully empty, lounge.

“Oh yeah, got it!” The Dj whispers at him with a wink. “I’m totally willing to help you out, dude!”

“I….. just might take you up on that offer.”

“Really!?”

“Not if you keep shouting!”

“Sorry.”

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I really like writing Lúcio……. Can you tell?

(I’m also really tired, so please excuse my mistakes ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ)

Little Secrets | Yondu/Reader SFW

Request: (AU where everything’s fine) can I request a fic or headcanons where Yondu finds out that the shy reader has a bit of a crush on him after Mantis tries out her empathy powers on the reader? also I love your blog omg thank you for existing

//VOL 2 SPOILERS AHEAD, YOUVE BEEN WARNED!!!


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You really couldn’t believe everything that had happened. Ego was gone, almost all of Yondu’s crew was dead, the Sovereign was pretty pissed at the guardians…but everyone was alive, and that’s all you cared about. You hadn’t been down inside the planet when the fight with Ego went down, but you had been on the ship with Kraglin, and it was terrifying the entire time. When everyone except Quill and Yondu had come back and Rocket gave the order to go…you had felt your heart drop faster than the speed of light. You were absolutely terrified, but not for Peter like most of the others. The thought of losing Yondu was more than you could bear, and when he and Quill were both picked up, alive and only a little beat up, you had hugged the Ravager captain harder than you had ever hugged anyone else before.

The thing was, nobody else knew how much you liked Yondu. You didn’t want to talk about it with anyone, and the thought of anybody else knowing your deepest secret made you more anxious than the entire Ego ordeal ever could. You were shy, and you always had been, so most of the time you kept to yourself, even while the others were on what was left of the Eclector. Sometimes, though, you would join them when they sat and talked or drank together, and this was one such night.

Everyone was clustered around, sitting on couches or the floor, a few bottles of various kinds of alcohol sitting around. Mantis was doing her empath thing, sensing emotions by touching everyone’s arms or face, and while you wanted none of that, you were glad to be with everyone now that things were starting to go back to normal again.

You were sitting next to Yondu, a drink in your hand, trying to stay cool next to the man you liked and admired so much, while Mantis knocked Drax out. It was quickly becoming their favorite parlor trick, and they did it almost every day at least once, so you weren’t really paying attention to them; instead, you were thinking about Yondu, and desperately trying not to do anything stupid.

“You next!” Mantis exclaimed excitedly, pointing at you and rushing forward.

Your eyes widened. “N-no, I don’t think–”

But before you could shove her away or even run, she had grabbed your wrist. The antennae on top of her head began glowing softly, and you realized with horror that she could immediately tell what you had just been thinking about.

“Oh,” she said thoughtfully, looking at you. “You’re in love!”

You paled. “No!” You said immediately, too quickly.

“Yes!” She looked around at everyone happily. “Love–with…” her eyes finally settled on the Ravager sitting next to you. “Yondu!”

Yondu was taking a swig from the bottle he held, seemingly oblivious to how much of an absolute nightmare this was for you. You were stammering frantically, anything to get Mantis off the scent, but she only nodded enthusiastically while Quill and Rocket hooted with laughter.

This was it, this was going to give you a heart attack. And no, you were NOT being over dramatic.

Yondu looked at you out of the corner of his eye, and you felt yourself blushing madly, still trying to play it off or deny it or SOMETHING, but the blue Ravager only grinned slyly.

“’S that right?” He asked, slurring only a tiny bit.

Before you knew how to respond, he grabbed your shoulder, pulled you close, and landed the biggest, drunkest, sloppiest kiss right on your lips.

Your heart was going about a million miles a second as he leaned back, took another drink, and winked at you while Mantis went on to bother Gamora.

“I always knew anyways,” Yondu would say later that night, in his quarters or yours, it didn’t really matter. “Just glad she didn’t get to me first an’ spill my secret ‘bout you instead.”

Black Butterflies

Pairing: Y/N/Tattoo-Artist!Calum

Rating: All

Request: No

Words: 1.700+

Summary: Trying to entertain a four year old can be hard at times when nothing seems to be right. But when Calum comes home and saves the day by drawing butterflies on his daughter just like real tattoos it seems to save the whole day

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Littlewing (BigBrothers!Batboys x Reader)

A/N: this is also very very cute ahhhh! (Dami is supposed to be 15-16 in this)
Warnings: None! Very Dick based.
Prompt: Bat boys with a little sister? Around 7-8 years old. Dick can call her Littlewing!


You were grinning from ear to ear as Dick walked through the supermarket, carrying you on his shoulders.

“Okay, Littlewing,” he said, referring to you by his nickname for you. “You get to pick one cereal, what do you want?”

“Lucky Charms!” you exclaimed, pointing at the row of boxes of your favorite cereal.

“Sure thing, kiddo” he replied, pulling the box from the shelf and dropping it into the cart.

“You’re the best big brother! Tim never lets me get Lucky Charms,” you complained.

Dick just smiled and chuckled, pushing the cart to go check out.

You returned to Wayne Manor, bouncing through the halls and into the kitchen where Alfred would be.

“Good afternoon, Master Dick, Mistress (Y/N),” Alfred greeted.

“Alfred!” you cheered running up the the butler and hugging his leg. “Dick let me go help him with his grocery shopping! A-and we got ice cream and he took me to the park!” You rambled on excitedly about your day to Alfred while Dick stood in the doorway, smiling.

“That sounds lovely, Young Mistress (Y/N),” Alfred responded, kneeling to your level. He patted you on the head affectionately. “Now, why don’t you go and get cleaned up for dinner?”

“Yeah!” you agreed, before dashing off.

Alfred stood back up, shaking his head slightly. He loved having children in the manor.

It was the next day, and you were playing with your older brothers.

“Jay! You can be the mean alien captain!” you said, assigning him his role in your game of pretend.

“Aw, come on, kid? Why am I always the alien?” Jason whined.

“A-a-and that’s your ship!” You ignored him and pointed at the couch. “Put on your mask! It looks like a mean alien face!”

Dick and Tim both snorted at your comment as Jason sighed and placed his mask over his face.

“Tim, you’re Jason’s first mate! That means your his left hand man!” You said proudly.

“I think you mean right hand, Captain Littlewing,” Dick said, smiling at you.

“O-Oh! Right! Right hand man!”

“Damian you can be-”

“I’m not playing. This is ridiculous.”

“Oh- uh- okay! You can be the beautiful space princess the aliens have hotstage! You don’t have to talk too much!”

“It’s pronounced hostage. And I am not an alien princess,” Damian retorted.

“Dick! You’re my first mate! And this is our ship!” You exclaimed, hopping on the couch opposite the one you had assigned Jason and Tim. “Start!”

“Attack!” Jason yelled, jumping off his “ship” and running over to yours.

“Release the princess!” You yelled, shooting at Jason with your imaginary blaster gun.

“Never!” Jason cried “shooting” back at you.

“For the last time, I am NOT a princess!”

Dick and Tim pretend fired at each other from across the room.

You darted past Jason over to the opposite couch. “I am exploding your ship Mr. Alien Captain!”

“I don’t think so!” Jason said in a fake menacing voice., striding over to the couch in half as many steps as it had taken you to run there.

You looked up at Jason and Tim as menacingly as a seven-year-old could. “Commander Dick! I need backup!” you yelled.

Dick came running across the living room, firing his imaginary blaster at his brothers.

Before you even knew what had happened, Jason had picked you up and was spinning you.

“Let me go, Mr. Alien!” You said in between fits of giggles.

Even once Jason set you down, the room was still a chaotic mess of grown men playing alien for the sake of their little sister.


Bruce walked through the halls, his mug of coffee in his hand. He sighed contentedly as he headed towards the living room for some much needed relaxation.

When he opened the door to the living room he was greeted by three grown men firing fake guns at each other and screaming about aliens.

He sighed and turned around. Hopefully there were no aliens in the library.

@batfamily-imagines

twentytwo // smut.

A;N: So, I want to give a ginormous shout out to my girl Mal aka @mf-despair-queen she gave me the idea for this fic and I kinda maybe got carried away. Also big ol thank you to @redstringlovers for being super supportive and constructive. I love you all and I hope you enjoy xox 

Pairing: AU.

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: 15,246 words. 

Click the links through out the fic, to enjoy it better. 


“Thanks for flying all the way out here for my birthday Ads” You spoke into your low mein, your chopsticks pressing against your lips as your best friend laughed at the other end of your sofa. “You know I’d do anything for you! Especially take time off work.” You gave her a pointed look, your eyes rolling. “Did you actually take time off or did you just leave?” She shrugged her shoulders, her smile widening as she looked away. “Tomato, tomato. I hated that job anyway.” She laughed as you shook your head. “One-day Addie, you’re actually going to have a job that you stay in for more than 3 months.” You spoke, your mouth full of food. “Yeah and one day, you’re going to actually leave your house for any other reason other than work.” She joked as you sighed, stretching your legs out from underneath you as you turned towards her. “I mean I would, but Peter has me working all these weird hours. The middle of the night is not usual business hours unless you’re a hooker or a drug dealer.” You laughed, looking at Addie as she piled noodles onto her chopsticks messily. “Maybe he’s both? To me he sounds like a power-hungry psychopath.” You nodded your head. “Yeah, well he pays well enough, even if I have to sacrifice my actual birthday.” You shrugged your shoulders. “But didn’t you say his nephew bargained that you could get this weekend off at least?” You shot her a look, placing your takeout on the coffee table. “It’s not the weekend, it’s a Wednesday night and if I’m being honest, all I want to do is sleep. Even Derek couldn’t get through to him that I wanted a Friday off” You sighed, resting your head back against the couch.  

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PLAY ALONG||JACK MAYNARD IMAGINE

I loved writting this one for some reason, I’m sorry for the wait. Hope you like it xx

“Fuck, we’re late.” Jack said, getting up from the bed as Y/N was adjusting her top back on. “Yes, we are so hurry the fuck up, they’re gonna be suspicious.” Y/N exclaimed, checking herself out in the mirror quickly as she adjusted her makeup, seeing Jack quickly picking up an outfit from the corner of her eyes.

They hadn’t expected for it to happen when it did because now they were late and they were the only ones to blame. But they couldn’t help it, it had been happening way too much lately and they weren’t sure on how to define their relationship yet. They weren’t seeing anyone else but qualified each other as friends but friends didn’t hook up together. Y/N was terrified that she would fall for him but it was hard not to. Jack was an absolute sweetheart to her. And she couldn’t deny the fact that she was attached to him, a lot. And as Y/N had showed up at his flat, dressed in an outfit that was a bit tight and had caught Jack’s eyes, probably too much as an hour later, after they had both tear off each other’s clothes, they were now late for their night out with friends and they had to hurry up.

They were now climbing out of the Uber, hurrying inside of the restaurant to quickly catch up with their friends. Y/N noticed Conor waving at them from a table and she smiled as she waved back, her eyes falling on her friend that she bad been dying to see. As they walked over to them, she didn’t even notice that Jack’s hand was placed on the small of her back and it felt so usual to the both of them that they didn’t pay attention to the looks that the others gave them. “Sorry, we’re late. Traffic was awful.” Jack said, sitting down next to his brother as Y/N sat in front of him, next to her friend, Jordyn and her boyfriend, James. “Traffic? On a Tuesday night?” Conor smirked, eyebrows narrowed as he was surprised by his younger brother’s words. Jack sent him a nervous look, knowing what he was insinuating. 

“Shit, Y/N look.” Jordyn suddenly exclaimed, pointing towards a table opposite them. And when Y/N snapped her head to the side, she felt her heart shrink. In the thousands of restaurants that are situated in London, he had to be in this one. And he wasn’t alone. When she met his glance, she could see the smirk on his his face as he reached for the girls hand. He was doing it on purpose. Y/N was over him and had been for a while but she did not expect to see him with someone else tonight. Y/N looked away from him and back to her friend. Everyone was looking at her, confusion itched across their faces. “Is everything alright?” Jack asked, concern in his voice as he secretly put a hand on her knee under the table. “Yeah, just an ex.” She shrugged, smiling over at him as he gave her a small squeeze. “We can go somewhere else if you want.” Jordyn offered, but Y/N immediately shook her head, grabbing the menu in her hands. “We’re not going anywhere. Anyway, let’s eat.” Y/N said, eyes darting over the different plates. The friends all exchanged a look before repeating her actions and starting a new conversation.

Ever since she had laid her eyes on him, she had been quiet. She was trying to act as if it wasn’t bothering her but in fact, it was because she hated him for breaking her heart and she knew how much of a jerk he was.

The group was now out of the restaurant, hanging around in the dark streets, searching for a club to go to. Jack and Y/N were walking next to each other, their bare arm brushing as she was finally relaxing after they had consumed a few beverages. She suddenly felt someone brush part her harshly and her hands turned into fists as she watched her ex smiling proudly at her, his arm around the girl he had pulled for the night as he leaned in to kiss her cheek, eyes locked with Y/N’s. He was definitely trying to show off in front of her but all that it was doing was getting her mad. And so she stopped walking as Jack gave her a confused look. Jack looked over to the guy and felt his own anger filling and he smiled as an idea come to his head. 

He grabbed Y/N’s arm carefully as she sent him a confused look. “What are you doing?” She scoffed as our friends had stopped walking to wait for us. “Hey!” Jack called out to the guy who turned around, his look hard and threatening but Jack was in fact amused by the situation. “Play along!” He yelled out, smirking as he turned back to Y/N, crashing their lips together. Y/N was surprised, not because they hadn’t kissed before but because he had never kissed like that. It was full of passion, and not lust and she was now melting onto him. They both smiled, hearing their friends cheering as they watched the scene. As they pulled away, Jack looked over to the guy who sighed and walked away. “What was that for?” Y/N asked as Jack was still holding her close to him. “Showing him what he’s missing out on.” He shrugged before they both laughed. “And I also really wanted to.” He added, pecking her lips quickly as he slipped his hand through hers, interlacing their fingers together. 

The lovers smiled as they kept walking down the London streets, followed by their friends who were tempted to ask what was happening between but deep down, they all knew.

Swear Jar

It’s been way too long since i’ve written fanfiction and SuperCorp just had to drag my whipped ass down that hole again

Based on a prompt i saw on tumblr a long time ago about Kara actually having a swear jar for Lena and after a night together Lena just shoves her credit card inside… If anyone knows the post please tell me so I can amrk it here! 

It’s also on AO3 :http://archiveofourown.org/works/9567863


The first sign Lena Luthor had become a constant in their lives comes on a Saturday morning.

It’s subtle, it really is, and it takes Alex longer than she likes to admit to see. She doesn’t notice at first, when she uses her key to open Kara’s apartment door and heads straight to the kitchen after her sister’s greeting.

Kara’s not even surprised, it’s Saturday, which means breakfast together. And it’s the third Saturday, which means blueberry pancakes. And by the stack of fruit currently sitting on top of the counter, she hasn’t forgotten what day it is.

(She never does, it’s food after all.

Alex should really stop hoping her sister ever would.

Because it usually leads to an expletive from her and there are only a certain amount of one dollar bills Alex carries around.)

“I heard that!” Kara exclaims, pointing a finger at her sister and giggles when Alex retrieves her wallet from her pocket to fish for a note

‘Get exchange’, she adds on her mental list right after ‘buy Maggie’s vegan ice cream’ and ‘convince Maggie to watch The L Word with me’.

(“Danvers, I adore you, but I can only go through that once.”)

It’s when she notices. She would really like to say she reacted in a better way; she would really like to say she just smirked knowingly and continued the day. But no, of course it didn’t happen that way. She gasped and chuckled, then proceeded to cough for a whole minute trying to cover it.

Because right in between the ‘Cooler Danvers’ and ‘Mags Swags’ jars rested another one. Belonging to no one other than Lena Luthor.

Lee :)

And Alex should have seen it coming, because there’s only a reasonable amount of fake interviews Kara could come up with before just admitting she just wanted to hang out with the woman. Fucking Maggie.

“I heard that too!”

She puts two dollars into her jar before adding ‘pay five bucks to Maggie’ in her mental list. She should’ve have seen it coming.

She tries not to think about the jars that had already taken place besides hers. Tech Nerd; Better Lane; Jimmy Bravo; Mon-El. She thinks about how hers it’s the only one around. She really hopes those two others stay this time.

**

The first time she actually sees it happening is during game night the following week.

Lena sits on the other side of the counter, directly in front of Alex, her expression nothing like the one she saw when the woman arrived. Any resemblance of a smile gone from her face and she stares back at Alex.

Winn and Maggie are already out of this hand and the Luthor waits for Alex to decide if she’ll cover it.

“I’ll cover it.”

And it’s when James and Kara come to join them, Kara handing a glass of wine for Lena, hand resting at the small of her back. Alex sees the look Maggie gives her and the raise in her eyebrows. She chooses to ignore both.

Lena downs her hand, smug smile already on her lips, and okay, Alex has to admit she’s growing fond of the woman in front of her. Especially when Kara is looking at her like that.

But when Alex copies her, she’s sure no one but herself and Kara heard the fainted “shit” coming out of her mouth and an audible gasp from her sister. Lena doesn’t budge, but lets out a sigh and leans in, stretching her arm towards her jar. She tucks in a ten dollar bill before looking back at Kara, raised eyebrow in a silent question. A frown appears in her face but she nods nevertheless.

“Saving for the rest of the night.” Lena explains before looking at Alex once more. “I’ve finally found a rival on poker.”

By the end of the night, Lena adds two extra dollars in her jar and Alex slips her own five in hers.

**

“How long until those two bang?” Maggie asks her later, when James and Winn had already left for good twenty minutes, after dragging Alex out of the apartment and the poker tournament her girlfriend indulged with Lena.

“What?”

“Your sister and Lena.”

“What!”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t see.”

“You know what; I’m not talking about it.”

“I give them two months.”

**

The second time it happens is three weeks later, when Maggie finally had some time off of work and it was one of those nights the DEO didn’t need Alex or Supergirl.

Maggie curls against her side, hand automatically wrapping around her shoulders and a lingering kiss against her temple.

This time, when the two arrived for movie night, a sheepish Kara opening the door to let them in, Alex reaction was smoother.

Way smoother.

But the sight one the one and only Lena Luthor sitting in her sister’s couch, flannel pajama pants (which she was rather sure it was her sister’s) and loose t-shirt, was definitely not one she was expecting to see.

(She ignores the huge grin on her girlfriend’s face and drags her to the loveseat after grabbing two bottles of beer.)

“No horror movies!” Kara shouts from the kitchen.

“No romances either!” Alex shouts back. “Do you know what we should watch?” The urge to grin is too strong and she ends up with a huge smile towards her glaring girlfriend.

“Alex, no.”

“We should watch The L Word.”

“No!” The exclamation comes from both Lena and Maggie at the same time and they share a knowing look.

Kara comes back from the kitchen, ice cream for herself and glass of wine for Lena, to find her sister laughing at the exasperation in the other two faces.

The one who recovers first is Lena, sitting up straighter and sighing before looking at Alex.

“Look, it’s a classic and basically every non-straight girl has watched it, but once was enough watching that shit.”

“Lena.”

“I’ll put a dollar on it next time I get up, don’t worry.”

They settle down with Orphan Black, after all, and if Alex notices her sister’s hand on Lena’s thigh, she doesn’t mention. Neither does she mention the way they lean into each other after thirty minutes. Or how, by the end of the second episode, Kara’s head is dropped in Lena’s shoulder, the latter letting her hands run through the other’s hair.

She also ignores the ‘they’re definitely banging’ Maggie whispers against her ear before she gets up to get herself another beer.

**

Third time happens after a very distressed Kara arrived at the DEO pacing and rambling about how Lena freaking Luthor knew.

(Of course she did; Alex thinks everyone does.

Kara does a very poor job at hiding it.)

But her sister is going crazy in front of her because she thinks Alex is going to hate her for letting her secret slip like that.

Instead, Alex shrugs, it was bound to happen sooner or later, and she would kill someone before telling them she rather liked Lena.

(She was really good at poker and could handle her alcohol. That was enough.

The fact that she made Kara smile like that was nothing but a bonus.)

When Alex put a stop to her pacing, hand on her shoulder, she was met by a pout and puppy eyes. How could she be mad after that?

And when she just smiled and told Kara to pick Lena Luthor up and bring her in to sign the NDA, Kara hugged her, a tad too tightly, not that she would mention it to her excited sister, and flied off.

(They came back an hour later, Lena blurting out a different expletive every time Alex showed her another room. Every time to be met with a scold from Supergirl.)

**

Maybe Alex should consider giving Kara’s apartment key back.

Because on a Saturday, four weeks after the last incident, she lets herself in, bags of groceries swinging as she uses her ankle to close the door behind her.

(It’s scrambled eggs and bacon day and two years ago she learned Kara could eat at least a dozen eggs.

And grocery shopping isn’t her best skill.)

The first sign this Saturday isn’t like the others is the lack of cheerful greeting from a very excited Kara Danvers as soon as she opened the door. The opposite, to be honest, it is way too quiet for her sister to even be home. When she starts questioning that maybe there was a Supergirl emergency she hears a loud thud coming from Kara’s bedroom.

It leads her to the second sign. A black purse lying down at the counter, coat haphazardly thrown by the side. Both not her sister’s.

And Kara comes running from the hallway, blushed cheeks and disheveled hair, just pulling down an oversized shirt over. Third sign. And she wanted to scream in frustration because Maggie has been winning most of the bets so far.

“Alex! What are you doing here?”

“It’s Saturday.”

“Is it?”

She puts the grocery bag down on the counter and looks at her sister. Kara fidgets under her gaze. She should go. And leave the key behind.

But then, tentative footsteps come from the hall and when she looks over, Lena Fucking Luthor stands there, unbuttoned shirt barely reaching the middle of her thighs. When she catches the stare, the change is unbelievable. Gone is the woman who was just caught off guard and standing there was the CEO, raised chin and long confident steps until she reaches for the coat.

“Lena?” Kara asks but she just smiles and takes her credit card off the pocket.

She’s not doing it, she’s not going to, oh, she did it. No! No, this is more than I needed to know.

“Before I forget.” She puts it inside her jar and, at least, blushes a little when she sees the look Alex is giving her, before she goes back to the bedroom.

Kara looks like a mess, pretty much a broken mess gasping for air and blushing up to the tip of her ears.

Because, fifth sign, next to ‘Lee :)’ is a fourth jar. Puppy Danvers. Alex counts maybe half a dozen bills shoved inside before tearing her eyes away.

“I’ll call next time.” Kara blushes harder, and she thinks this morning broke her sister. Kara squeaks a hurries goodbye and once she’s outside, she hears the door being locked from the inside. Not very helpful now.

Finish Hank’s report; pick up clothes at the laundry; clean my eyes with bleach; give Maggie ten doll-twenty, give Maggie twenty dollars. Maggie was right, Lena Luthor was definitely a black lace kind of woman.

Buy two bottles of bleach.

Undercover Discovery

Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested: No. You and Spencer are asked to go undercover at a couples retreat to catch a couple that have been performing high-profile kills. You successfully catch the UnSubs and discover something that you had always wanted to know.

Word Count: 2,331, Warnings: None.

A/N: I had this idea in my head for a long time after watching Season 8 Episode 18 of NCIS: Los Angeles. Eric and Nell went undercover to a couples retreat and it was really cute. This is slightly different but definitely inspired by it. This fic is honestly major fluff and God, Reid is such an amazing human.

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Originally posted by mggandme

“Wait,” you said gently shaking your head in confusion. “Let me get this right. You want Spencer and I to go undercover at a couples retreat?” blinking vicariously and cocking an eyebrow at your unit chief. “Precisely, yes,” Emily replied professionally yet somehow her voice exposed to you that this was a ruse to get you to admit your undying love for the oblivious genius. The team’s glance switched between you and Spencer as he sat awkwardly in his seat, switching his weight from one leg to the other. “Look, guys, it’s only for two nights until we can catch the couple in the act,” explained Luke taking another sip of his now cold coffee. You rolled your eyes and turned to Spencer, he nodded up at you whilst fiddling with his thumbs signalling he’d be willing to do it. “Alright, fine. We’ll do it. Garcia, what can you tell me about the couple and the retreat?” Asking the peppy blonde as you sat down in a chair next to Spencer. “Well, munchkin. The couples retreat you’re going to go to is called ‘The Homestead’ located in Hot Springs, Virginia. The Homestead is a luxury resort located in the Allegheny Mountains. The couple..”, she began as she pressed the stubborn button on her remote causing pictures of the couple to pop up. “Liam Hart, 31 and Mary Davis, 28 are both going to be attending this weekend.”, the team nodded, scanning their tablets for more information. “Alright. JJ and Alvez, I want you as well as Reid and Y/L/N to be hooked up with in-ears and you can feed them information along the way.”, they obliged, slowly getting up from their seats. “Now, you two. Act like a damn couple, hold hands or something,” exclaimed Rossi as he pointed a finger at both of you, causing the other team members to stifle their laughs. “Go home and start packing, I want you back here in 2 hours,” Emily stated whilst walking away to her office, the evidence of a smirk dripping in her voice.

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Just Ask - Part 3

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: I’m continuously blown away by the support you guys’ve given me, I’ve been smiling from ear to ear since yesterday morning I look like an absolute moron.

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R: Their s/o bites their ear playfully.

Requested by anonymous: 

Bts reaction to there GF bite there ear playfully :) 💞😂

A/N: I’m sorry I feel like I’ve answered this one in a rush but I hope you’ll still enjoy!

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