Summary: Phil is bicurious, so to help him figure out his sexuality, he ends up at a gay club. There, he meets Dan, who helps him out in more ways than one. Word Count: 4,184 Warnings: smut, public sex, questioning sexuality, alcohol A/N: I’ve FINALLY posted a fic! Woo! These past couple months have been crazy with final exams and work and moving back into my parents house so I didn’t have a lot of time to figure out an idea for a short fic! I’ve been working on loads of long ones (i literally have FOUR like what the fuck) but they were taking too much time to complete so I decided to write a shorter fic to stave off your guys’ thirst 8) lmao. I hope you like this, i figured there werent enough bicurious fics out there so i decided to make one. Thank you to @snowbunnylester for ideas and editing and thank you to @omgdatphantho for the title of this fic (:
Only a year ago, he would have laughed in the face of the person who’d told him he would be in a gay bar of his own decision. And now, he was gazing at every single guy who passed, wondering if they were the one he wanted to take back to bed that night. It was the biggest character development he’d ever seen, that was for sure.
Phil was there on a mission. A mission to figure out his sexuality once and for all. To possibly just take away his label of ‘bi-curious’ and replace it with ‘bisexual’ instead.
Except, none of the lads were catching his eye. There were plenty who he could admit were objectively pretty, but none that he could see himself taking to his bed, none that made him want to scream ‘I am gay!’ and run into the sunset. Maybe he wasn’t bisexual after all, then.
gonna ask another question cause i love your spy au, so i'm assuming lance apologized to allura after the whole flirting thing by lotor, does that ever come up, like does lotor still flirt or is he really pissed about the betrayal?
I’m so glad that you enjoy my au! And I the questions!
Oh yeah, Allura was a bit surprised when Lance had apologized for all his flirting, but accepted it anyways, asking why the sudden change, thus Lance goes on to try and explain how bad it got with Lotor. Like really bad, to where Lotor would inappropriately touch and make sure he got stuck in some awkward situations that Lotor was a little bit too pleased to help him out of. Lance pretty much stops the flirting altogether after that. Or he at least explains that whenever he does do it, it doesn’t hold any real feeling behind them.
As for Lotor, he is pretty pissed off that Lance had betrayed him, but is insistent on getting him back and making him his. So Lotor will call up the castle whenever he attacks and will try to ‘woo’ Lance back to his side. And by ‘wooing’ he will talk about how he and Haggar forced him to show his loyalty to the Galra Empire (They did this a lot so they have a lot of stuff on him) by fighting in battles or helping them take over planets (to which Lance would send Voltron there to free them) in the hopes that the team will turn their backs on Lance when they find out.
And that has been the cause of some arguments between the team, but they can usually get through it. But it definitely led to some team bonding where Lance told them about almost everything he did while with the Galra. He explained how every planet that he had to help take over he would send the information to Allura so that they can free them. And while he doesn’t like talking about the fights, he does vaguely give an idea about them. So next time when Lotor tries to do mess with the team, he doesn’t have anything to hold over his head, because the team already knows.
Request by @marvelhpaprendice: Hi! This may come out of nowere! But i love your Bucky fics! So i have a request to make! Could you do a one shot where Bucky and the reader hate each other (not really hate, like hate with sexual tension beetween them) and one day, as they watch a movie, they feel the tension that they make and just give in to each other? Thank’s!!!!!!
Summary: Your blind date goes wrong and you find yourself watching a movie with Bucky despite how much you two despise each other.
Warnings: Smutty smut, really small angst.
A/N: I did this request right away because the messaged me personally and I honestly forgot about the requests in my asks. I’m going to get to them, I promise. I’ve just been extremely busy with school. I’ll try to work on a few tonight and tomorrow if I have time. Thank you all for being so supportive of my Bucky x Reader fan fictions! I love getting feedback, whether it’s positive or negative, both help me improve my writing and story telling.
Your little Gypsy had been missing for a few days and you were about to give up on ever finding your lost kitty when someone rang the doorbell at your little house in Hawkins. “Coming!!” you shouted, setting down the mixing bowl. Baking was really the only way you could keep yourself sane in this or any situation.
Seeing An Attractive Foreigner At A Fan Signing (GOT7)
“I loved your bts reaction so could you please do got7 reaction to seeing an attractive foreigner at a fan sign?”
(gif credits to the original owners)
JB: I think he’d be incredibly subtle about the fact he had noticed them. He would probably steal a few sneaky looks here and there - remaining discreet to be attentive to all the fans. Once they get to him however, he would freeze up a little from seeing them up so close. He thought he was being so cool but it would completely crumble as soon as he they got close. It wouldn’t be obvious to anyone else but I think they would pick up on it.
Mark: If he wasn’t giggly and nervous already, he would be even more giggly and nervous. I can just imagine this little cutie not being able to contain his shyness when he saw this person, and the whole of the group could sense bc he was normally just a lil’ shy (to be adorable). He’d be too awkward to get his flirt on so would become all bumbly when they came to his spot. He might utter out they were cute on a slip of the tongue but it would die inside.
sorry for being a little inactive, finals are murdering me!
so here’s a prompt that is totally not based off real events in my life ;)
-high school au!
-and Lance has a crush on -insert whoever you ship with Lance-
-and he tells his friends about it (either Hunk or Pidge [or both] but it depends who you ship him with)
-and they tell him to send a text to ask his crush on a date
-and he jokingly pulls out his phone and types it
-they have a good laugh, and Lance is about to delete it but then his phone gets snatched away, and Hunk/Pidge presses send
-let the panic begin :)
this was using the headcanon that Lance is too awkward to flirt with anyone he actually really likes and prefers to do it with strangers or people he doesn’t really know, but I can also see him constantly flirting with this person but being unsure how to actually ask them out. you can do what you want with it
and, even if you don’t want to write a fic, if you happen to have any advice I would love to hear it because I just so happen to be dying :)
lastly, do any of you want to be kept updated, or should I suffer in silence?
-kicks down the door- I’m moving into the fandom! I’ve crept around the bagginshield tag long enough. I figured I should at least contribute a bit. So I decided to make a sideblog to further my habit. Here’s a gift to all the amazing artists, writers, and enthusiasts who dragged me deeper into the abyss, you’re all amazing.
Everyday this week you’d come in to find a chocolate bar on your desk. And everyday you broke it into tiny little pieces and ate them slowly, one by one whilst reading whatever “sexy” book you could find in your local book store, making sure you were in full view of Spencer.
So far you’d bought in Vox, Lady Chatterley’s Lover, The Tropic of Cancer and you’d finally given in and bought Fifty Shades Of Grey. You weren’t actually reading these books, only taking in small parts of the plot. The man at the bookstore had given you such a curious look when you’d taken the stack of books up to the counter. You’d just grinned at him and shrugged, commenting, “My boyfriend’s out of town.”
Today was no exception and when you strolled up to your desk you saw a large bar of dark chocolate lying in front of your keyboard.
You knew where they were coming from and what he was trying to do. It was a well known fact that chocolate could act as an aphrodisiac. But it wasn’t working on you and you were getting sick of the taste.
You racked your brains trying to recall other aphrodisiacs and then remembered something. You rummaged in your desk draw finding the sachets you’d ordered online last fall and headed over to the communal kitchen area.
Five minutes later you walked back across the bullpen with two cups of coffee, placing one on Reid’s desk and one on your own which was opposite.
“Where’s mine pretty lady?” Morgan questioned you grinning, knowing you must have done something to the drink to be only offering Spencer one.
“Sorry handsome. I only had two left,” you sat down, drawing your chair close to your desk and logging on. Work had been quiet these last few days, leaving you all to catch up on paperwork and filing.
Spencer looked at it suspiciously, “What have you done to it?”
You took a sip of your own, making sure you left your lipstick mark on the rim.
“Nothing! It’s just a coffee Spencer, I swear.”
He nudged it away from him, “I don’t trust you. You’ve probably crushed some viagra up in it or something.”
“Jeez, if you’re that bothered have mine. It’s truly just coffee Spence. Flavoured coffee I ordered last year. And it was expensive so I’d appreciate you not wasting it.” You swapped the mugs over, drinking from his cup so he could see you’d not tampered with it.
You settled down and started clicking through your emails watching him out of the corner of your eye. Eventually he picked the mug up, turning it around so that your lipstick stain was the closest to his mouth rather than away from him.
He saw you looking and smirked slightly as he raised the mug, placing his lips exactly where yours had been.
Nice one Pretty Boy. That was kinda hot. Subtle, but hot.
“Pumpkin. It’s pumpkin flavoured. It smells really strong.” He commented after a few moments.
“See, told you it wasn’t anything nasty.”
You waited until he’d drank nearly the whole mug before sending an email to him.
“Did you know that the smell of pumpkin can help increase the blood flow to the penis to encourage an erection?”
You saw his eyebrows raise and then a reply dropped into your email box a few seconds later.
“Really? Is that all you’ve got today Y/N? It tasted and smelt nice, but I don’t feel the slightest tingle in my shorts at all. I thought you wanted to win this?”
“I do want to win, and I will win. You’re hardly trying either though. Leaving me chocolate is hardly going to break me. As nice as it tastes, it really doesn’t get my juices flowing.”
You cringed at the phrase you’d just used but clicked reply anyway, not being able to think of a substitute. Spencer coughed from across the table from you, typing away again.
“And what exactly does get your juices flowing Y/N? Those books you’ve been reading all week? How are you finding the delectable Mr Grey?”
“Pretty boring to be honest. I much preferred James Spader in Secretary. Both him and Maggie definitely would get it if I got the chance.“
“Secretary? So is that your secret fantasy, being bent over a desk and having your bottom spanked? Because if you admit defeat, then Rossi’s office is free today. I’d be happy to oblige.”
Oh my god.
So far since the rules had changed it had seemed like Spencer was barely even trying to get you to admit defeat. Part of you wondered if his heart was really in it, if he found it too awkward or weird flirting with you or trying to come on to you. Aside from the chocolate and the way he’d reacted to you on the plane, there’d almost been no indication that he was still playing.
“Spencer Reid, I quite happily would have you bend me over a desk and spank my ass, among countless other things. But I will not be asking you to do any of those things to me anytime in the near future. Now if you want to ask me to allow you to do them to me, then we’re talking.”
Peeking over at him you caught him catch his bottom lip between his teeth, slowly releasing it as he typed.
“Shame. I’ve been told I’ve quite the firm hand. I think the red print of it would look quite nice on your buttocks. There’s a few things of mine that would look very nice on you, or in you for that matter.”
Jesus fucking christ.
“Such as?” You were tying to keep a neutral face now, but you could actually feel it flushing.
“My mouth, tongue, fingers….eventually my dick.”
Your breath caught in your throat then and you knew you’d given yourself away. You were trying to think of a witty, sexy reply when another email dropped into your box, the subject READ ME NOW. It was from Aaron Hotchner and Spencer was copied in as well.
“Are you two teenagers? I assume you weren’t aware that certain words flag your emails up to me?
For the love of god get on with your work before I’m forced to discipline you both for the misuse of government property.”
An email popped up from Penelope, “The instant messager function is much better guys. That’s what me and Morgan use. But my my my, Dr Reid. Who knew?”
You stifled the giggle that threatened escape your mouth before standing up and walking over to the water cooler. As you walked passed Reid, he leant out and grabbed your wrist.
“Sure you don’t wanna head to Rossi’s office? Hotch is in meetings this afternoon.”
Lost for words you just shook your hand free and continued walking, heading to Penelope’s office instead.
#97 “Are you trying to flirt? Because you’re embarrassing yourself”
Evan Hansen didn’t like being a legal drinker. Being a legal drinker meant that Jared dragged him out to clubs. This meant getting hit on by boys and girls alike and Evan did not like getting hit on.
So that’s how Evan found himself in the corner of the bar, looking around and still nursing the same vodka soda for an hour. But Jared was having none of it, Evan looked like a loser and he was going to help
“Flirt with one person tonight Evan, just one and next time I try to force you to a club I’ll allow a no!” Jared’s proposition didn’t seem too bad. A little bit of awkward flirting and he wouldn’t have to go clubbing next weekend.
Evan glanced around the room, no one seemed to catch his eye. Until he saw a man on the other end of the bar. He had long dark hair and seemed to be dressed all in black. Evan took a shaky breath as he approached the stranger.
“You need something?” The stranger didn’t glance up from his drink. He seemed to be avoiding all eye contact with anyone. He was content with looking at his drink from what Evan gathered.
“Um…yeah.” Evan felt the moisture on his hands. He was nervous, of course he was nervous who wouldn’t be nervous in this situation? “Did it hurt? When you fell from heaven?” Oh yeah that’s what you go with Hansen, god you’re so dumb.
The stranger turned his head and gave Evan a weird look. “Are you trying to flirt or something? Cause you’re just embarrassing yourself. Especially with that pickup line.”
“Look I’m sorry.” Evan sighed and sat down beside the long haired. man. “My friend said if I flirted with someone tonight he wouldn’t force me to go clubbing with him next weekend.” Evan shrugged.
“Whose your friend?” The stranger asked.
Evan pointed out Jared’s frame and the stranger pinched the bridge of his nose, but a smirk was also evident on his lips.
“Alright tell you what, you get your friends attention and I’ll fucking plant one on you. Get him off your back.” The stranger’s features seemed more sharp as his face split into a devious smile.
“O-Okay.” Evan pulled out his phone, and ‘accidentally’ texted Jared. He made awkward conversation that seemed out of character just to make Jared worried or wonder what was going on.
Evan glanced back at Jared’s figure to see him looking around. Finally he glanced in the pair’s direction and the stranger, true to his word, smashed his lips into Evan’s. The kiss was wild, frantic even but it was not a terrible kiss.
When the stranger pulled back he sighed. “Hope that keeps your friend off your back.” The stranger downed the rest of his drink.
“I’m Evan Hansen by the way.” Evan stuck his hand out. Evan could feel someone’s eyes boring into the back of his head but he assumed it was Jared and opted out of turning around.
“Connor Murphy.” The stranger, or now Connor introduced. He shook Evan’s hand firmly and ordered two shots of tequila. “You’ve ever been drunk before Hansen?” Connor questioned.
“N-no.” Evan shook his head.
“Then you better get ready for a wild fucking ride.” The devious smirk once again gracing his lips.
When it came to the neighborhood I grew up in and the people
I knew, you’d never guess what a square I was. You’d think I’d fall into line
with everyone else, but I’d gone the opposite; studious, always trying to keep
to the straight and narrow and follow all the rules, to the point where even
the thought of going against the grain made me itch.