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How does Pluto going direct impact YOU?

 Pluto stationed direct on September 28th, after being in retrograde since April 20th of this year.  Pluto transits work to transform us by uncovering underlying truths, revealing deceit, and showing us the unhealthy patterns in our behavior need to be addressed… This could have been very uncomfortable for you, or perhaps you have already sensed this transformative energy, and have decided to take back some of your personal power. Either way, Pluto’s retrograde has let us reflect what we need to get rid of, and now it’s time to cleanse ourselves of that energy and experience psychological rebirth. Any power you lost during the retrograde is waiting for you to take it back. Time to get things moving.

    The house that contains transiting Pluto can show you the area of your life that has intensified in preparation for psychological growth. Signs most affected by this transit: Aries, Taurus, Cancer, Libra, Capricorn.

  • Capricorn Rising (1st House): The way you project yourself onto the world and view your personality. You may be experiencing a strong desire to take control of your life, or even the people around you. You may desire to transform your personality in some way in hopes it will help you become stronger. You may have grown tired of certain parts of your persona and feel you’ve outgrown them. Growth in general seems to be quite important to you right now, but if you resist the changes entering your life you will be quite unhappy, as they are working to help you through this. 
  • Sagittarius Rising (2nd House): What you value (psychologically AND materialistically) as well as your self-worth. You may be experiencing changes within yourself in relation to the way you place value on things or what you consider luxurious. The way you make money could have been a serious area of your life these past few months, but right now you have the potential to be very powerful here- as long as you know what you want and go about it without stepping on toes.
  • Scorpio Rising (3rd House): Your thought process and the method you use to exchange ideas with others. You may have noticed some intense conversations recently and could find yourself more curious than usual. You may have experienced issues with the way you communicate or learn these past few months, and perhaps made, or desired to make, some changes in this area. Right now you have a strong potential to uncover the truth, and sense when you are being lied to. You can grow a lot from learning right now.
  • Libra Rising (4th House): Your roots and familial relationships. This transit can be rough for a harmony-loving Libra rising, as what brings you stability is surely going to experience transformation. The attitude you have surrounding your roots may have intensified recently, as well as your attitude toward your family members. Attachments to your past may have demanded more of your attention than usual, but this was so you could see them as they are and let go. Anything faulty that you rely on for stability is going to fall apart before Pluto leaves your fourth house, so take caution.
  • Virgo Rising (5th House): Your romantic relationships and creative self-expression. You’ve grown tired of the emotionally conditioned habits you’ve formed that no longer serve you. For you, this is a great time for reflection and self-analysis. The patterns in your relationships have likely undergone recent change, either the destruction of old habits, or the creation of new ones. If you had trouble expressing yourself, right now is a great time to take back that power and explore your creative self.
  • Leo Rising (6th House): Your habits/routines and attitude towards your health. Your unhealthy habits have likely been brought to the surface of your life, commanding your attention. You may have realized these no longer serve you and replaced them with new and improved routines, or perhaps you are still looking for a solution. The way you go about your daily routine may be something you’ve reflected on these past few months, and you may be ready to introduce some variety into your normal habits.
  • Cancer Rising (7th House): Your one-on-one relationships and the way you compromise. You may have experienced power struggles in your relationships, or feel forced to make changes within them in order to keep them alive. You may have been overly hung up on the past or pleasing other people. Right now is a good time to examine your relationships and note the patterns within them that are unhealthy or do not bring you satisfaction. If your relationship fell apart, know it was for the best and use it as a learning experience to help you start with a clean slate.
  • Gemini Rising (8th House): Your shared resources and desires. This retrograde actually hasn’t been too bad for you, Gemini. You may have been a bit reflective and introspective, contemplating your unsatisfied desires, and making time for yourself. You’ve probably been curious and contemplative of Plutonian topics like sexuality or spirituality. You may have been devoting more time to yourself and felt more motivated to take the time to be alone, as Pluto transiting the 8th can be a very reflective transit in general.
  • Taurus Rising (9th House): Your morals and spiritual/philosophical beliefs. You may have experienced some uncomfortable developments regarding any beliefs you’ve held onto blindly, or beliefs that are built upon faulty morals or logic during the past few months. No worries! It’s simply time to learn from experience and form your own beliefs for yourself. Or perhaps simply examining beliefs with an objective eye, and noting flaws you may not have recognized before. On a side note, you may feel less restricted in your sexuality and feel more willing to explore your desires.
  • Aries Rising (10th House): Your desire to succeed and make a name for yourself. You may have experienced some shifts regarding your career path, either success or completely unexpected changes, as is expected during a retrograde. If you were unsure of what career path you should be pursuing when Pluto went retrograde, it’s likely that by now you’ve experienced total change in your plans. Watch out for being overly domineering right now as you take back control of your ambitious drive. 
  • Pisces Rising (11th House): Your humanitarian beliefs and connection to a group. Your desire to help others may have recently intensified and you may have felt more drawn to the feeling of being part of a group of likeminded people. You may have been a bit drained these past few months which has pushed you to reflect and contemplate. Anything that has acted as an obstacle between you and your desire to connect with others or work for the greater good of society is ready to be conquered now. Are you ready?
  • Aquarius Rising (12th House): Your subconscious and emotional attachments. How fun! It’s time for you to release yourself of your old psychological patterns and behaviors, the ones that you’re seeing are no longer functional. You’ve more than likely been quite introspective these last few months, and others have seen you be even more emotionally distant than usual. It’s okay, Aquarius. It’s a great time for you to reflect on your emotional tendencies and judge them based on their healthiness/functionality. Focus on yourself for a little bit, but it doesn’t hurt to softly remind others that you still care.

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Every time - Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x Reader

Hey ! Let’s take a little break from writing about the batfam and give Sherlock some love. So here, number 44. “EVERY TIME I SAY THAT YOU ALWAYS MAKE THE SAME PUN” for @whovianayesha, it wasn’t an easy story to write, I hope I didn’t mess it too much, like I hope the characters are not totally out of character, like that it’s not just PLAIN FUCKING BAD and that you’ll like it :s : 

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John and Mary Watson enter yours and Sherlock’s shared apartment, and discover you laughing loudly on John’s ex-chair, in front of a very confused Mrs. Hudson. 

Your boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes, is no where to be seen. 

John, being the genius detective best friends understands immediately what was going on, and isn’t able to hold a little chuckle in, under the curious gaze of his wife. 

Mary turns to Mrs. Hudson with a questioning look, and the older lady answers : 

-I’m not sure what happened. They were being cute in the living room. He was trying to solve a case, sitting on the floor in front of her, she was playing with his hair oh it was so cute you should have seen it ! …And then all of a sudden, he stood up, quite annoyed, and left to go lock himself in his bedroom and she has been laughing ever since ! That happened over half an hour ago ! 

John smiles at the confused landlord, and approaches you. He lays a hand on your shoulder, and finally, you notice him. Your laughter finally subsides, and you look at everyone in the room. 

-Oh hey guys. How long have you been there ? 

-Mrs. Hudson, since half an hour apparently, us ? Only a few minutes. 

You smile mischievously and none of them can stop themselves from smiling back at you. Before Mary can asks further questions, because she’s still quite…disconcerted as to what is going on, John continues : 

-Did you say it again ? 

-I have no idea what you’re talking about John. 

-Oh come on, was he stuck on a case ? And you said it right ? 

Your smile broadens even more, turning almost sly, and in a breath you say : 


-What was it this time ? How did you annoy him ? 


-Puns ? 

-Yup. Puns. Terrible one at that. 

And without any warning, you start to chuckle lowly, but it rapidly turns into a full on laughter ! 

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target | alfie solomons

anon requested shelby!reader getting arrested with the rest of them and alfie getting her out, confronting tommy

It was like the floor fell out from under the room as Tommy reeled off the charges. Everyone was suddenly at attention, raising from their seats and swinging around, looking at each other for an understanding they couldn’t find themselves.

You’d perched against the bookcases at the back of the room, wanting as much distance between you and Tommy as possible. You loved your brother but sometimes you couldn’t stand the sight of him and the last couple of months had been especially fraught. This was the last step. You’d get your share and be out of here. Back down to London with Alfie. Let things cool down, let Tommy sort his head out.

That wouldn’t be happening now.

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The Stand-In Part 4

A/N: Happy Easter to all who celebrate it! I’ve been busy with family all weekend, and that’s why I haven’t been posting a whole lot. Anyways, this one is again, not really what I was expecting, but I’ll go with it. Enjoy!

Word count: 2217

Pairing: Firefighter!DeanXReader

Warnings: This one starts out with some smut so I suppose that earns a warning. Otherwise, I don’t think there’s anything else to be wary of.

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When she first wakes, she feels like he’s touching her everywhere.

His warm breath hits the back of her neck every few moments, and his hand is curled around hers as she lays on his bicep.

And God is it a nice bicep.

He shifts slightly, his other hand sliding against the flesh on her stomach, as her shirt has ridden up the tiniest bit. His palm covers her belly button, his fingers splayed out to cover a vast expanse of skin with his pinky just brushing the top edge of her panties.

She wonders what it would feel like to have his hands dip lower, and then she feels her cheeks flush as she remembers that they barely know each other and haven’t even had a proper first date.

She swallows the lump in her throat and exhales, feeling his leg shift behind her.

He gives a little grunt and stretches one leg out, tucking the other between her knees in a way that parts her thighs the smallest bit.

God damn it, Dean. This is not making anything easy.

She shivers as she feels his lips brush the back of her neck, a soft kiss laid upon her flesh just like that forehead kiss what seems like ages ago.

Only this time it’s not just one kiss. His lips move a fraction and he kisses her neck again, his grip on her stomach tightening to pull her close. Another fraction of an inch and another kiss makes her want to dissolve into a puddle, but she manages to hold herself together.

Neck kisses are her new weakness, it seems. At least, when they come from him they are.

“You awake?” he murmurs softly against her neck, his lips resting right at the base of her hairline. His nose is in her hair, but it doesn’t seem to bother him.

She hums in response, and he pulls her in closer, so that her back is pressed flush to his chest.

“Do you want to get up?” he asks gently, rubbing his thumb up and down her skin carefully.

She opens her eyes weakly and lifts her phone, checking the time through a squinted gaze.

“It’s only six,” she whimpers, closing her eyes once again.

“Sorry, I’m used to it,” he murmurs, pressing another kiss, this time to the top of her shoulder. “Go back to sleep, Sweetheart.”

“I can’t with you kissing me like that,” she returns, moving her hand in his to link their fingers together.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and his movements halt.

“I never said you had to stop,” she finally says. “I just said that I couldn’t sleep if you did keep kissing me.”

She feels the smile on his lips against her skin, and he places a kiss just at the base of her neck, working his way up.

She feels his hand move, sliding over her skin like silk as it settled on her hip.

His lips press behind her ear as his hand slides slightly upwards.

“Is this okay?” he asks, lightly scraping his fingertips across the bottom of her breast.

“Yes,” she breathes, reaching an arm back to brush through his hair. It’s so soft and fine between her fingers.

“God, you feel so perfect,” he whispers, and she shivers when he leaves his hand under her shirt. “I could wake up to this every day.”

She swallows carefully as his hand cups the bottom of her breast, working slowly up her skin.

“Is this okay?” he asks again, and this time his hand is fully holding one breast, his skin burning her with desire.

He doesn’t pull or twist or even teasingly graze over her nipple; he just holds her while sliding his hand up further.

“Yeah, it’s okay,” she whispers, closing her eyes to revel in his warm flesh against hers. The feeling of his touch, but not actual stimulation, is driving her insane.

She just wants him to squeeze, to pull, to give her anything that can relieve some of the pressure building in her lower belly.

It’s so intimate with his hand now hovering over her heart. It’s more intimate than anything that she’s ever done with any of her previous partners.

“Dean, I…” she begins, but she can’t find the right words. “If you want… I…”

“Shh,” he hushes against her shoulder, his lips fluttering kisses up the side of her neck.

Finally, his thumb brushes over her nipple, and she gasps softly.

“Is this still okay?” he murmurs, gently squeezing the soft bud between his thumb and forefinger.

“Yes, God, yes,” she gasps out, pressing her thighs together as she searched for some way to ease the pressure building between her legs. “Dean, please. I can’t take this.”

His lips move back to her neck, and she cries out weakly as he kissed her and toyed with her gently.

The pads of his fingers are soft, gentle, but the palms of his hands are rough with callouses. The mixture of the texture makes her weak in the knees, as he was skilled in using both aspects.

He’d palm her breast and squeeze it gently before honing in on the peak with careful precision that makes her breath short.

“Dean,” she whimpers, squeezing her hand through his hair while pressing her chest into his hand as he moved from one breast to the other that had yet to receive any attention. “Please, it feels so good.”

He places open mouthed kisses behind her ear, pressing his chest into her back as he gave her breast attention similar to its twin.

The coiling in her stomach is there, and she knows that she’s about to come undone just from him touching her breasts and neck.

Not even any dry humping or similar tactics. She’s never come from just this.

Hell, she barely even came when trying to get herself off. Something about Dean Winchester, though, was capable of making her body do things she didn’t think possible.

“Dean,” she breathes, panting softly. “Dean, I’ll come if you don’t stop.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, tugging on her earlobe with his teeth.

“No,” she whimpers, sealing her fate with a single word. “Please, Dean.”

The pinching and rolling grows the smallest bit harder, and she releases a whimpering moan as the spring in her stomach coiled even tighter, until she feels like she’s seconds from exploding.

She clenches his hair as she reaches the edge of the precipice, her body shaking with energy as he strummed her until she could go no further.

And like a flood, everything rushes over her. She lets out a hard moan as she falls apart, her eyes squeezing shut as her body worked her through her orgasm.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs into her hair, moving his hand down to her stomach where he brushes his thumb soothingly over her heated skin. “How’s that for waking up?”

She’s shaking slightly as she exhales, and after a few moments her eyes open once more. She looks over her shoulder to his green eyes, trying to understand his motives for what he has just done.

“Dean, what was that?” she asks, struggling to turn onto her back while keeping herself tucked into him.

“If you have to ask, you’ve been with the wrong guys, Sweetheart,” he says with a half smile.

“No, I know what that was,” she makes a face at him. She’s still slightly breathless. It wasn’t the strongest orgasm, but it’s more than she’s had in quite a while. “But… Why?”

“I wanted to,” he shrugs. “I wanted to see how sensitive you are.”

“Why?” she returns, and he gives her a half smile in the bright light streaming through her window.

“Because I wanted to make you feel good, Sweetheart. Do I need a reason?” he asks, tracing his fingers over her jaw.

“No,” she responds, leaning into his touch. Her body feels tuned to him, like she could face a million people blindfolded and still know which one was him.

“I’ll make us some breakfast and then we can go out, how does that sound?” he asks, tapping her nose lightly.

“I like a man who can take charge,” she admits with a slight blush to her cheeks. “Most guys just ask where we should go and things like that. It’s nice to see something different.”

“Thank you, I think,” he says with a smile that makes her heart flip.

“You’re welcome,” she presses a kiss to his cheek and props herself up on her elbow. “Do you mind if I get a shower?”

“Go right ahead. I’ll get started cooking,” he sits up slowly and lets her stand before he follows her out of bed.

“So um, there’s stuff in the kitchen. If you want I could show you?” she offers awkwardly, suddenly realizing everything that had just transpired. “I don’t know what you can or can’t cook, and I’m not real sure of what I have right now.”

“Sweetheart, I cook for the guys all the time at the station,” he grins knowingly. “I can whip something up easy. I’ll find what I need.”

“Okay. Um, I’ll just be in here if you need me then,” she points to her bathroom door and he nods. “Just knock if you need anything.”

“Okay, Sweetheart,” he laughs lightly. “Relax and calm down a little. I thought you could use the release, I didn’t realize it would make you so nervous.”

“Sorry, it’s just…” she trails off with a slight blush, the tiniest smile on her face. “You’re just a lot different from my usual thing. It makes me nervous.”

“Good different?” he asks, and she nods while biting her bottom lip. “Then that’s all that matters right now. No need to be nervous.”

“Well, when you have to face a Greek god, you try not being nervous,” she mutters as she looks through her dresser for some clothes.

“I’ll keep that in mind, Aphrodite,” he winks and then leaves her room. She watches him go and waits for him to get a little ways down the hallway before letting out a small scream into her clothes.

God, he was so playful in the morning.

She isn’t sure she knows what to do.

She finally makes her way to the bathroom and takes one of the fastest showers of her life. Within a few minutes, she’s watching Dean move around her kitchen skillfully as he cooked something that smelled good.

“What are you making?” she asks as she hops onto the island counter to watch his back as he cooked.

“I decided on some omelettes,” he answers, peeking over his shoulder at her. “You look less panicked.”

“A good shower will do that,” she says wittily, having had a chance away from him to collect her scattered thoughts for a few moments.

“But I still think,” he turns to look at her, pressing in close so that he can look up at her through his lashes, “that your showers are too short and lack a person.”

“Dream on,” she rolls her eyes as she bites back a smile. He grins at her and then moves back to their food.

“They’re almost done, could you get us some plates?” he asks, and she hops off the counter to do as he requested.

Once their food is on plates and they’re sitting together at her little table, they begin to eat.

He watches her silently as she takes the first bite, looking for her approval to be written on her face.

“Oh my God,” she states, but her expression doesn’t give much away. His breath comes out relieved after she smiles. “This is good.”

“I hoped that breakfast might make up for being a dick and moving our date,” he says, and she looks to her plate quietly.

“Dean, I’m not mad about it,” she says, looking up at him. “I was, but then I saw what you did and how you saved peoples’ lives and I realized why you had to cancel. I was mad at myself for being mad at you without knowing the story.”

“It was still a shitty thing of me to do, especially when you were looking forward to our date all week,” he explains, sighing softly. “But I’m hoping that I can make it up to you.”

“So far you’re doing an excellent job, then,” she tells him, biting her lip as she looked up at him. “Do I get to know where we’re going now?”

“Not yet,” he shakes his head. “It’s a surprise.”

“So when do I get this surprise?” she asks, as she was now finished with her food.

“I think around one is the best time to go,” he says vaguely.

“You got me up early so you could make me wait?” she pouts.

“It wasn’t the plan, Sweetheart,” he laughs. “But we can at least talk for a little while, or watch a show or something.”

“Only if I get to pick the show,” she says, grinning.

“Of course. What would you like to watch?” he asks, taking her plate to the sink before returning.

She looks him in the eye and feels a little bit of sweet revenge for making her wait.

“It’s a surprise.”


Part 5

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I Can't Believe I'm-No, We're Doing This (Cisco Ramon X Reader)

NSFW! SMUT! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT MENTALLY MATURE! (I’m not gonna judge you 13 year olds who want some of Cisco.) Christ my future jobs are gonna find this. And this isn’t even good smut, it’s the first time I’ve posted smut. Damn me and my sexual frustration. I hope you all are satisfied.

“Stop teasing him (Y/N). All the low tops and short skirts are driving that man crazy.” Barry laughed, shaking his head.

I giggled, glancing at Cisco from the left side of the cortex. He tried to hide that he was staring, but failed, quite badly.

“I’m not even wearing anything that bad Barry. Just a tank top and leggings.” I said innocently, flicking my gaze back to Cisco’s flustered form.

“Leggings two sizes too small, and a tank top that literally has everything hanging out. Class, not sass (Y/N).”

Caitlin walked to stand next to us, a tray of samples in her hand. Her comment had me in a fit of giggles,
Nearly knocking myself over. Suddenly, a thought came to my head.

“If I stole him away for maybe 20-30 minutes, do you guys promise to try and not find us.” I whispered, my grin widening at their nods. Barry nodded at me, before dragging Caitlin away.
I ruffled my hair, getting quite giddy at the prospects.

Alright, I’ve only done this a few times, so I was still rusty. But hey, I can be sexy if I want too. And if my boyfriend didn’t find me sexy, we were gonna have a problem.

I walked towards the computers, leaning my body against the back so I was looking down at Cisco. The rail just presented my boobs even more.

“Ciscoooo.” I sang, watching with a loving smile as he flicked his eyes up and caught my figure.

“You sing like that again and I’ll fuck you till you can’t stand.”

My heart sped at his words, watching as he began to rub his temples in an attempt to concentrate. So loyal to his work, one of the many more reasons to love him.

My inner self was practically drooling at what he said, wanting him to have at it right now, not caring about who saw. I had to calm myself, clearing my throat to catch his attention. His looked at me again, practically daring me to try anything.

“Ciscoooo please don’t ignore me.” I purred, letting the notes role off of my tongue. I was shocked when he stood out of his chair suddenly, walking around the computers to grab my hand.

“I warned you.” He said, dragging me out of the cortex. As we left, I caught sight of Barry throwing a thumbs up.

As we entered the hallway, he slammed me against the wall, the lust dancing in his eyes as he scanned my body hungrily. This side of him drove me wild. The silly side had basically just jumped into a bush to watch as the more hungry side too over. He leaned forward slowly, just to tease me more.

“Did you seriously do all of that this week just to rile me up?” He asked, the more inquisitive voice of his returning. I nodded, biting my lip to suppress a grin. He shook his head, grinning, before finally slamming his lips to mine.

This was not other kiss he’d ever given. This was lust filled, hungry, and powerful. And I sure as hell wanted to know what else he could do. I moaned softly into the contact, trying to press my body further up against his. His movements were calculated, precise, like he knew every trigger that would make me lose it.

The slight grinding, the growling, the hand placement. It was as if he just watched me, trying to see what would get a reaction from me. Damn, was he right about it all.

After five minutes of just pulling at the rubber band that connected our two primal instincts, waiting for it to snap, I pulled back.

“Let’s go back to your lab.” I suggested with a whisper. The smile that appeared on his face clearly indicated his thoughts.

“Lead the way Princess.”

I slipped out from underneath him, sprinting down the hallway towards his office. I heard his footsteps following close behind, and the feeling of excitement that was building in my core was insane. The less rational side of me wanted him to fuck me senseless in the hallway, but we both knew that was a horrible idea.

Just as I stepped through his door, I felt him run in, slamming the door. Before I could turn around, he had his arms around his waist, and he sat me hungrily down on one of his tables. He just swiped stuff off of the desk, letting it crash to the floor.

“So when Harry does it, you get ticked. But when it’s me, you don’t care?” I teased, tangling one of my hands in his hair.

“If it means I can do this every time, I will break every object in this room.”

I giggled, bringing his head back to mine, pressing kisses from his forehead, down his nose, and along his jaw. When I got to his ear, I bit down gently, causing his to moan my name quietly.

He started tugging at my shirt, and I finally allowed him to pull it off. Nothing too fancy, just a soft pink bra laid under my shirt. Suddenly, my head traveled to my imperfections, leaving Cisco alone with my shell.

“Princess?” He asked, recognizing the look in my eyes. He used to get this way, judging the many things that made up him. He hated that point in his life, and to see his girlfriend’s expression hold the same sadness, it crushed him.

“(Y/N), hey, look at me.” He said finally, pulling the my head into his hands. I snapped out of my gaze, finally falling back to earth.

“Stop it. I know that gaze anywhere. Judgment. Regret. Just stop. Everything about you is absolutely perfect. No one can tell you otherwise.” He said, rubbing his thumb in circles on my side, in a calming gesture.

“You are the most incredibly perfect woman I have ever met, and I should say something. I’m the guy about to make you scream my name.”

The loving grin that followed after almost immediately had my spirits lifted. I just giggled, shaking my head before bringing myself back close to him.

(Christ on a Bike, it’s my first smut. End me.)

The feeling of soft, yet calloused hands making there way into the hem of the leggings I wore, catching on the edge of the underwear I currently had on caused me to hum in excitement. Cisco’s kisses gave me the extra boost, not wanting to wait much longer.

Go big or go home, I guess.

I suddenly kicked off my shoes, before pulling the leggings I had on swiftly off. I was now left in nothing but my bra and underwear, while Cisco, the little cheater, still had everything on. I grinned, moving to try and unbuckle his pants, but I was stopped by him literally bending me backwards until I laid flat against the desk.

He had my heart rate through the roof from his smile alone, but the feeling of something pressing to the space in between my legs had me breathless. Cisco moved his hand slowly, trying to make sure every inch of me was explored beneath his grasp.

I was putty in his hands, moaning his name increasingly more and more with each movement of his fingers that he made. I hadn’t even seen him unbuckle his belt, for my core had made my vision go hazy from the stimulation. Suddenly, he ripped my panties off of my legs, leaving me exposed to the cold air of the room.

“I can’t believe I’m- no, we’re doing this.” He whispered, laying against me. I felt a completely different appendage brush against my entrance, causing me to moan slightly.

“Dammit Cisco.” I mumbled, trying to slow my heart so I didn’t give myself a heart attack. I curled my hands into his t-shirt, smiling as I read the words ‘Han Shot First’. He just grinned, pressing himself further into me. My core was practically begging me to just slide down, that’s all it took to have him inside of me, but I waited.

“Impatient are we?” He asked, the smugness returning to his grin. His eyes were lust filled, but something else danced beneath the surface. Meant for only me. Complete and utter adoration. I rolled my eyes, sliding down on the table, feeling the tip of him enter me slightly.

I moaned again, stifling a laugh before commenting.

“Sorry if I tear any of your p-papers.”

Of course I was stuttering, this incredible man chose me, out of all the girls in central city, he chose me, and I was going to enjoy this.

“It’s not problem.” He mumbled, before fully sliding into me. The gasp that escaped my lips was audible, and I immediately found myself winding my fingers into Cisco’s hair.

He groaned softly, the vibrations of it fluttering through me. We locked eyes, before nodding to each other at the same time. In sync, like any good couple should be.

His pace was slow and deliberate, pushing me more and more towards my edge, before dragging me back at the last second. He was practically torturing me.

He tried to keep his moans at a minimum, but I had completely lost it. I was constantly begging him to go faster, screaming his name. He did say he would have me at that point, but not this slow. This was more loving that his original actions, but I knew what he was doing. He knew what he was doing.

At some point, he hit a specific area in me, causing my moan to be louder, and I tugged at his hair. The loud moan that escaped him had me feeling stupid at my forgetfulness. He had told me he was really into his hair being messed with. Especially pulling, and I think I would have to use that to my advantage.

I tugged, and he moaned again, this time, slamming into me faster. Way harder also.

Hell yeah, I found the trigger. Good job (Y/N), putting that brain to good use. Good use being fucking your boyfriend, but still.

I pulled harder, causing him to slam into me again. Oh hell yes. the moan that escaped my mouth was not as loud as his, as he became the one to beg.

“Oh my god (Y/N) why are you s-stoAHH”

Mid sentence, I tugged his hair, half giggling and half moaning as he slammed into me again.

“Trade. You keep up this pace, I’ll keep up mine.” I purred, pulling lightly at his hair. He nodded vigorously, before suddenly, he quickened. I didn’t even have time to adjust before I was a moaning, needy mess. I did keep up my end of the bargain, pulling at his hair with each thrust he took.

It didn’t take long for my core to tighten, and the urge to just let go was getting stronger and stronger. But I didn’t want this to end. I wanted to keep my boyfriend this close and carefree for as long as possible.

He locked eyes with me, and we both shared the same expression. We’re close.

I mumbled an 'I love you’ as I kissed him again, tugging as hard as I ever had at his hair. That’s when he lost it. He quickened again, throwing me over the edge almost instantly, following me not long behind. We stayed connected, trying to calm our tremoring bodies from our high.

Cisco pulled out softly, just gazing down at me.

“Thanks for the pick me up Princess.” He chuckled, gazing lovingly down at me. I pressed a kiss to his nose, suddenly feeling tired from the extremes we had both been at. I could see the weakness in Cisco’s eyes, but he was a lot more determined to stay awake than I.

“Can I sleep on your couch in here for a little bit?” I asked, gazing half lidded up at him. He nodded, finally getting off of me. He buckled up his pants one more, and picked me up bridal style from the table. I had no idea where my underwear went in the ordeal, but Cisco, being the amazing man he was, always kept spare clothes in the labs for me, in case I stayed on a late night with him.

I pulled the new pair of underwear on tiredly, along with a pair of sweatpants and one of Cisco’s meme shirts. I spread out on his couch, smiling sweetly as he laid a blanket across me.

“Alright, I’m gonna head back up to the cortex to try and get some work done, just come up if you need me.” He said gently, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I groggily smiled, nodding.

“That was fun. We should do it again some time.”

“Most definitely.”

Holy fuck. HOLY FUCK I DID IT! I WROTE SMUT! I HOPE YOU SINNERS ARE HAPPY! YOU THIRSTY CHILDREN! It was very artsy tbh, but I like I how I wrote it. Watch out 50 Shades Of Grey, I’m coming to kick your ass.
Sorry if this sucks guys, I wrote it on my iPod.


Hi guys, I’ve been writing imagines for a while now but I’ve never published them, hence why this imagine was set when One Direction were still together. Hope you enjoy and I have quite a few more to share with you. Feel free to request any imagines with anyone.

You were currently at one of one directions gigs. You were front row and Harry had insisted that he could see your face when he sung. You and Harry had been friends for about five years now, the boys loved you dearly and so did his family. But no one loved you quite as much as Harry did. You both knew it, however no one would ever act upon it because being best friends was just simply enough. You were both happy, both successful, both young and free.

Until tonight. Tonight was when everything changed. Like something just clicked and both of you realised best friends was never enough, you were just too afraid to make it something more.

But here you were, smiling up at the boys you so dearly loved with all of your heart. Louis looked down at you and pointed it you making everyone scream and made you smile widely, forming a heart with your hands.

Louis was like your brother and Harry loved how close you were with the boys.

They finished performing infinity and Liam picked up his drink, gently splashing some on you, making your squeal and put your middle finger up at him. The girls around you picked there own water bottles up and got him soaked, and you smiled as Harry’s laughter filled the arena.

“Thanks Girls” you said making them squeal because one of there favourite music artists had spoken to them whilst at a one direction concert.

Suddenly Harry’s voice filled the arena making everyone’s screams come to an end.

“Thank yer all for coming tonight. I hope you’re having fun” he said before looking down at you.

“So, someone very special is here tonight. She is a massive part of not only my life, but the boy’s lives too. And today is her birthday. So Laura, I want to let yer know that yer awesome. ‘n I’m so glad yer my best friend, I couldn’t ask for more. Remember love, no matter where you are, I love yer. Happy Birthday Lou” he said making you smile widely and making everyone awww.

“I love you” you mouthed back making him smile.

“This is for you Laura” Niall said before they sung I Want to Write You a Song . Harry had told you plenty of times, this song is about you and it always brought tears to your eyes.

Your friend wrapped one arm around your shoulders, placing a kiss on your cheek and swaying to the music.

“Harry looks hot tonight” she said in your ear making you giggle and look up at Harry who was already looking at you.

“He does” you said back making her jump up and down earning a smile from Harry as he ran a hand through his hair.

You were now back stage waiting for the boys. Your friend had now left with her boyfriend, letting you have some alone time with the boys. You heard loud laughing and instantly smiled and stood up. You were greeted by all four in a group hug.

“Ew. Your all sweaty” you said making them laugh and pull away.

“Happy Birthday love” Louis said pulling you into a tight hug.

“Thanks Lou Bear” you said before pulling away.

“Okay no more hugs until you all shower” you said making Liam, Niall and Louis groan before walking to the showers.

“Not even for me?” Harry said, making you turn around to see Harry smirking.

“hmmm, I think I can make an exception” you said, instantly being pulled into a tight hug.

“Did yer like the speech?” Harry said, placing a kiss against your hair.

“I loved it” you said, tangling your fingers into his hair.

“Love yer” he mumbled making you giggle against his chest.

“What?” he said pulling back to look at your fave properly for the first time that night.

“You’re being very affectionate tonight” you said as Harry tucked a bit of hair behind your ear.

“It’s ya birthday. Wanna make it special” he said placing his hand against your cheek.

“It already is. Because I’m with you and the boys” you said earning a nod from Harry.

“I should go shower” he said going to walk away.

“Not yet” you said pulling him back.

“Okay love” he said hugging you again. Tucking his arms under your bum, he lightly picked you off the ground and spun you around slightly. He placed you back in the ground with a light kiss to your forehead.

“I really should go shower. They’re going to make us leave soon” he said slowly.

“Okay” you said placing a kiss to his cheek and letting him go.

“That looked awfully cosy” Liam said walking back to you, fully cleaned and dressed. His hair still slightly damp.

“Hi Li” you said giving him a hug. “You alright?” he said sitting down on the sofa.

“Never been better” you said slowly. After that, you all went back to the tour bus and relaxed for a bit. You were situated in-between Harry’s legs oh the sofa. Louis and Niall either side of you and Liam strangely lying on the floor.

“I got yer a present” Harry whispered in your ear making you shiver slightly.

“I’m knackered. I’m going to go to bed’ Liam said getting up from the floor. You stood up to give him a hug.

“G'night Liam. You were amazing tonight” you said nicely.

“Happy Birthday” he said before leaving. Next was Niall and then Louis. And you and Harry stayed together on the sofa.

“Let me get your present” he said getting up and getting something from his bag. “It’s nothing too big. Hopefully you like it” he said giving you a little box. You opened it slowly to reveal a little pendant. Inside the pendant was a picture of you and Harry, one of your favourite pictures of you too; a picture Gemma had took whilst you joined them on a family holiday. You were on Harry’s lap and was laughing against his cheek and he smiled happily.

“Harry it’s beautiful. Thank you” you said leaning over a wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him.

“You’re welcome kitten” he said making you smile.

“And thank you for tonight, you’re the best” you said biting your lip slightly whilst putting the pendant on.

“You trust me right?” Harry said making your head shoot up to look him the eyes.

“Of course… Why would you say that?” you said, suddenly worried.

“I just want to try something” Harry said leaning forward and placing his hand against your cheek. His finger grazed against your bottom lip, before he gently kissed you, once. Twice. His lips then touched your gently before his tongue slightly licked it’s way into your mouth. Your tongues slowly fought for dominance  Harry’s strongly massaging against yours.

Slowly he pulled back, your lips still grazing together. Best friends was never enough. Your forehead’s still touching as you both tried to gain your breath back.

“I’m sorry” Harry said slowly, your lips still touching as he spoke and his forehead against yours still.

“Don’t be” you whispered back in reply, feeling him smile against your lips.

“This is what was supposed to happen Lou. We both knew we weren’t supposed to be just best friends” Harry said lovingly, placing a kiss against the palm of your hand.

“I know H. I was just waiting for it to happen” you said truthfully.

“Do you wanna go somewhere?” Harry said, placing his lips against yours once more.

“okay” you said as Harry placed more kiss against your lips.

You gently pushed Harry off you, before standing up and grabbing one of Harry’s jumpers.

“Come back” Harry said making grabby hands at you.

“No more kisses until we’re out of that door” you said pointing to the door making Harry giggle at you trying to be serious.

“I’m being serious” you said trying to hide your own smile.

“Sure yeh are love” Harry said making you raise an eyebrow up at him.

“Harry Edward Styles” you warned.

“Okay okay. I’m coming” Harry said.

“You will be” you winked making him laugh loudly.

“shhh. The boys are asleep” you said making him wrap his arms around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“Yer sure ya wanna go somewhere? It’s dark out. We could just cuddle here or summat” he said, his deep voice making your face warm at the husk to it.

“I don’t mind. I just wanna be here with you” You said feeling laughter rumble in his chest.

“Make ye mind up love” he said teasing you.

“Stay here” you said, making a final decision. Harry’s arm ran down your arm, reaching your hand and taking the coat from it and throwing it somewhere else.

“Got one more present for ya” he said letting go of you and walking somewhere else. Leaving you alone for a few minutes before returning with a something that looked like a card.

He slowly sat down and pulled you into his lap before placing the card in your hands. You opened it slowly, gasping as you saw two plane tickets to New Zealand. Harry knew you had a weird obsession with the country and knew that you wanted to truly explore the beautiful place, but never had the chance to because when you were there you had shows to perform.

“Thought we could go there while we have a break” Harry said talking about the band. He quickly continued “just us. Yer love it y’know. Thought it would be a romantic gesture or sommat” his voice became quite making you giggle as no one really knew Harry as being “romantic”.

You quickly turned in Harry’s lap, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist.

“I freaking love ya Harry Styles” you said wrapping your arms around his neck and squeezing him. Harry felt butterflies in his stomach as although you confirmed that you felt the same towards him with kisses, that was the first time you said you loved him that night.

“Love- can’t- breathe” Harry said, still laughing somehow. You quickly loosened your grip. He pulled your face away from his neck, wanting to see your beautiful face. Instead, he was looked at your teary eyes.

“Why are ye crying kitten? It’s yer birthday, yer muppet” Harry said, the pet names making you giggle.

“Today has just been perfect Haz. You’re perfect” you said placing a strong kiss against his lips.

“Don’t go all mushy on me now” Harry said pushing you away slightly.

“Just wanna show you, I love ya” you said against his neck again, placing a kiss there.

“How about you show me another way?” Harry said gripping your hips as you continued kissing and sucking at his neck.

“Hmmm” you mumbled against his neck.

“I can’t get enough of ya” Harry groaned out.

“Be mine?” he mumbled as he placed his lips back on yours. “I already am” you said making him shake his head.

“No. Officially be mine. Be m'girlfriend” Harry said making you smile widely.

“Okay Styles” you said making him smile happily.


More pixel practice and characters! Did my best to size the images right this time so they’re not all blurry (at least on the dashboard). I wasn’t able to get the size quite right for the last few, but I hope they still look ok!

I do kinda have a concept for these guys and it’s pretty simple: 

Elowen has moved in with her grandma and has to learn to adjust, as well as get used to her new neighbors. The rest of the characters would be a few of the neighbors she meets. 

I think I’m going to try designing their individual houses next; I did a few sketches and I’m having a lot of fun for a background thing, something I usually hate. So hopefully you guys aren’t sick of Elowen, because she might stick around a bit!

DCMK fandom related peeves of mine (most of them Kaito centric because it’s my list and I’m me):

- “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” - Quote by Kudo Shinichi (Misquotes in general, and especially bad for the words being sharp and can cut deeper than a sword and ruin relationship, it was said in ch561/ep479 by a monk before ever being quoted by Conan in movie 15.)

- Kaito’s violet eyes (for those who are unaware, they’re blue, indigo could be argued for DC animated appearances, but they’re supposed to be blue.)

- ‘Why does Akako even exist in Magic Kaito, magic doesn’t exist in the Conan world, it’s ruining my experience. :/ ’

- Unwarranted Kid hate

- Kaito going into giant panic attacks from even glimpsing a fish

- Kaito and Heiji are somehow very sexually experienced despite a relationship being their first

- ‘Yukiko and Yuusaku are the worst parents’, ‘Chikage abandoned Kaito soon after Toichi’s death’, and generally everyone’s issues magnified to be worse than they are

- No one gets hurt

- Kid apparently having always returned everything he stole, offended at an assumption otherwise

- Anything sexual with Shinichi still as Conan, quite a few issues with abusive relationship ships (canon isn’t really helping with the latter)

- Yumi or Yumi/Shuukichi hate??? Really guys, I know there’s a ton of ships and more aren’t the most necessary, but don’t take it out on the characters, they’re puppets to the author.

- Ignorant hate on characters in general

- Case Closed dub names

The Ideal Type

D.O. x Reader (ft. Kris)
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 2067
Summary: Y/N has the perfect ideal type: tall, business man, serious. That’s until she meets the man of her actual dreams.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

It’s spring. It has been spring for a while actually. How do I know? There are couples everywhere. And with everywhere, I mean that I have seen some 10 of them being all unnecessarily lovey-dovey today alone. And no, it isn’t valentine’s day either. I checked.

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California Kingsnake

One of the CTs I run uses low enough doses of radiation to be used with live animals. Every few months I get some mice or other rodents, but this guy was a new one. A California Kingsnake was at the vet school with a suspected hairline fracture near its eye. They have CTs over there too, but they’re big ones more often used for horses and dogs, and couldn’t quite get the needed resolution to see all of the delicate bones in its skull.

A CT scan on this machine takes about 15 minutes, during which a specimen needs to hold absolutely still. We have the ability to thread a tiny gas mask into the system to keep animals anesthetized, but to work, the animal needs to be small enough to go into the scanner butt-first, and that wasn’t going to work with this one. Fortunately, the vets had an injectable anesthetic which worked well. The pink wrapping is holding a small Doppler device to the snake’s heart so the vets could check the snake’s vitals during the scan. 

And now I know where a snake’s heart is.

Thy’re super long! This tube is a little over 1 meter in length, and in the end the snake was looped around so that its tail almost went all the way back to its head. We needed to bend their body carefully so that they were comfortable, and put another cotton pad over their eyes to keep the surroundings dark. (The anesthesia did not put them out completely, it just kept them quiet and mellow. When something wasn’t exactly right, they would move, and you could hear the loud WHOOSH of snake skin sliding over the Doppler.)

I’m not able to share all the data, but this image shows reconstructed data of the region that was scanned, and confirms that they held still–it is perfectly clear with no blurriness. We did find some damage to one side of her head, but it also appeared to be healing. Good news for the snake!

(A side note for anyone who has concerns about the animal: The animal was directly supervised by a vet at all times. That’s not my background at all, so I was not in charge of handling the animal. I did ask a few questions and help with the logistics figuring out how to keep them comfy but most of my job on the animal welfare front was staying out of the way of the experts. Also, I got permission from the nonprofit facility in charge of this snake to share these pictures for educational purposes. Word from the vet is that the snake has made a full recovery in the 2 months since we took these images, and is back in her usual location.)

Working as a volunteer in a hospital gift shop, I got all the experience of retail without any of the pay. Seriously, it was a non-profit organization so none of the people who work at the gift shop get paid. And with being in a hospital, there were a few “interesting” customers from the psych ward, but there were still plenty of other customers too.

It’s been nearly a year since I’ve last worked there, but I can still remember a few things:

  • The guy who, at the time, would mop the floor before closing time would often stop buy earlier to buy quite a few of the $1 scratch tickets, come back a few minutes later to get them checked, then buy some more.
  • One guy who was on the phone with his girlfriend while trying to look for a baby onsie in a certain size, he asked me to help him look and for some reason also handed his phone to me with his girlfriend still on the line, all the while I’m still checking the onesies in the rack for that one size we don’t seem to have (I think it was bigger than what we usually carry). I can’t remember how it ended.
  • One woman with her son, both wanted ice cream. I unlocked the freezer (because it’s put outside the store, it has to be locked so people can’t just take the ice cream and go) and they both got orange creamsicles. The mom immediately tore open the wrapper on hers, and I had told her that I still needed to scan those at the till so they could pay for them. Luckily the barcode wasn’t ruined, but I could have still used the one on the kids’ wrapper since he didn’t open his yet.
  • One woman who apparently couldn’t wait in line for her one bottled drink while I was helping another customer who was purchasing a lot of snacks, and had just left some change on the counter and walked out with the drink. I was mostly nervous because most of the drinks are different prices (a bottle of pepsi is worth a lot more than a can of pepsi, but costs the same as a bottle of the same size and shape with a different soft drink, but would also cost different than a bottle of water or coffee or some kind of juice) and none of them were marked so the only way to find out how much it cost would be to  scan it and see. Luckily the customer I had been helping had seen which drink she took so I could tell that it had been properly paid for.
  • One guy who appeared to be only a few years older than me at the time who asked if he could use our store phone to call his mom. My supervisor had let him when he insisted that it was an emergency and that he didn’t have any change to use the pay phone, and even though I’m not entirely sure what this guys’ situation was it sounded like he was just stuck there without any way to get home and his mom wouldn’t agree to pick him up. I remember feeling sorry for this guy given his situation, and it was getting close to 9:00 at night so it was already dark out (winter lasts a long time in Canada), so I helped him get a bus ride home. I can’t seem to remember if I gave him spare change or an extra ticket, but I hope he got home safely.
  • There was also one time when I was still new to working there and wasn’t entirely used to working there yet, one guy and his son who was only a few years old came and had asked for something, but I didn’t know and my supervisor had just gone downstairs to get stock so I tried to wait for a while. The guy was very patient and had waited, and even made sure that his son didn’t end up breaking anything. After a certain amount of time had passed that she hadn’t come back yet, I had decided to get her myself and asked the man if he could wait for just a bit longer. Before that incident, I hadn’t really known that I wasn’t allowed to leave the store unattended, although it didn’t seem that any other customers had come in during my absence. Even though I had gotten in a bit of trouble from my supervisor, I am still grateful to that man for waiting so patiently and properly watching over his child even when I was visibly worried.
  • And then there was that one man who kept asking me to smile. I tried as best I could but apparently it wasn’t good enough for him, and the way he kept asking made me feel slightly uncomfortable. When I stopped trying and just tried to focus on scanning his items, he jokingly asked my supervisor if I had a hard childhood. I’m not really sure how to feel about the whole exchange, but when I had talked to my mom about it the next day she told me I was being rude because he could have been the president or something. I’m not even kidding, she actually said that. Although this exchange took place long before the 2016 election, so Obama was still president at the time, it was still a strange thing to say (need I reming you I live in Canada?)

Eventually I began to reconsider my decision to agree to the Tuesday 7:00 pm - 9:00 pm shift.

Oblivious (Bruce Banner x reader)

A/n: The one where Bruce cannot take a hint and you finally just…

Warnings: Bruce and Tony being frustrating in their own unique ways.

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

“Because I love you, Bruce!” You blurted into the open lab space. Before you could even begin to think of a way to take it back Tony let out a low whistle.

“I should leave you two to talk in private.” He said as he plopped down in his desk chair. A few moments of silence passed as you and Bruce glared at Tony.

“Aren’t you going to go?” Bruce all but hissed.

“I said I should go. This is just too good though and I can’t.”

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12th September

So today is a bit of a….strange day. It’s the anniversary of Jeremy Brett’s death, my first anniversary for this tumblr blog and the lovely @granada-brett-crumbs ‘s birthday (more about that in a separate post :)).

I didn’t even notice until I checked my archive that I made my first ever post on this day. Perhaps it was fitting in a way. It was my first little bit of Holmes/Watson writing as well, a tiny story called “Opium”, written in the 3rd person, I believe. Since then, of course, there have been several more small pieces as well as one finished multi-chapter fic, one multi-chapter WIP and my current, more serious WIP (that I’m trying desperately not to publish yet because it features a case and what if I publish and then later on notice things don’t make sense but omg the temptation to publish!). Shortly after I also made my first gifset for this fandom, not knowing that a year later I’d have made 801 Granada Holmes gifs and a bunch more for Jeremy Brett in general.

I fell into this fandom from another one…well, really from disappointment in an old fandom and even greater disappointment in another one. I didn’t expect to become so invested so quickly. I blame this partially on this lovely community. All of you that have followed me or talked to me have been great, warm and encouraging. You are all so talented be it in the arts, writing, meta, humour. There is just SO much out there in this community that makes the discourse incredibly exciting! @granada-brett-crumbs, @tremendousdetectivetheorist and @nibblesofflesh I owe special thanks. You have been available to talk about personal things, writing or pesky photoshop questions ;) Everything we have planned and tackled together has given me a drive, motivation and a highlight in life. Thank you; I really, really like you guys a lot!

But the biggest thanks, I guess, will have to go to Jeremy Brett himself. He has intrigued me and moved me like no other. As a matter of fact, the first few months of my infatuation were spent as if in mourning…which I still can’t quite wrap my head around. I felt such profound sadness at the thought of his death that I tried to watch as little Granada Holmes episodes in a row as possible because I dreaded the moment of reaching the end, of not having more of his to see. I still haven’t watched all the interviews of him out there for the same reason. A little Jeremy nugget once in a while goes a long way in making me happy. I’m out of bookcase space because I now own so many books about Sherlock Holmes and Jeremy Brett too haha I’m still very sad that he died much too soon, but I’m grateful, too, that I found him. He’s brought me into this great community, his strength and optimism moves me and Clapham Common has become one of my favourite parks to visit.

So today, I invite you all to share your love for him. Write about him if you want; if you met him, if you haven’t. Tell us what he means to you, which of his performances you particularly enjoyed. Share gifs or art or pictures. Anything you want to contribute, even if it’s a reblog of someone else’s stuff! Let’s turn today into a happy Jeremy frenzy day and tag it as “Jeremy frenzy” so we can find it and reblog it! I’m sure he’d love that! :) 

Hey guys,

Glad to see everyone is still here and trying to keep strong. I personally have been reading tons of fanfiction so I thought I would share some of the fanfics. Now, keep in mind, some of these fics haven’t been updated in quite a few weeks (Unfortunately) so I figured that if more people began reading them, perhaps the authors would update more frequently. Other fanfics have infact been completed. Without further ado, I present you:


To The Stars (Puckentine) -

Sleepin with a friend (Puckentine)

Tutors are for Idiots (Jori)

Skipping Ten Years Ahead (Jori)

Odd Couple Dynamic (Puckentine)

Hey Sam, Come See What I Made (Puckentine)

Better (Jori)

Kindergarten (Puckentine)

Opposites Attract (Puckentine)

Playing House (Jori)

Real House (Jori)

I hope you guys enjoy these fics as much as I have. If you have any other fanfics that you think I should read, be sure to send them to me. Also please let me know if any of the links do not work.


Payback (Pietro x Reader)

Drabble drabble 

Title:  Payback

Requested by: Anonymous asked: 27 and 38 with Pietro please? 💙💛💙💛

Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x fem-avenger!Reader

Prompts: #27 “WHO’S USING MY CONDITIONER?” & 38 “Is that my t-shirt?” || MASTERLIST

Word count: 541

Warnings: None? I don’t rememberrrrr

A/N: I don’t know where this came from but I needed to write this down and this is what it looks like. I mean enjoy?

Some of the prompts are more drabble material than an actual one shot material. Sorry if that disappoints you guys! And if there are any misspellings or errors… English isn’t my first language and sometimes a few words slips away from my head or something like that.

Requests and prompts are STILL open, I’ll do them even if I’m quite late at uploading them but it keeps me writing and yay I love it. –Lor.

|| I don’t own Pietro Maximoff or any of the Avengers, they belong to Marvel. ||

At morning the atmosphere in the kitchen while everyone was having their breakfast was quiet, the conversation going just fine, until they all heard an angry scream followed by hard steps on the hall and a wet covered in a tower Y/N appeared through the door. Water dripping from her body and hair, and a face that make some of the team laugh but some others cringe in pain. They were lucky that she didn’t have her bow and arrows close.

She was pissed.

“What’s the matter sweetheart?” Wanda asked the girl, but she was already reading her mind.

“CUT IT OFF, WHO’S USING MY CONDITIONER?” She yelled at the team.

Natasha bursted into laughs and Steve was looking at her confused, the rest of the team was looking directly at the speedster who was unusually quiet. Clint, who was Y/N’s mentor, shook his head.

“Can I start saying that I’m sorry?” Pietro spoke before kissing her cheeck and running off.

“BASTARD I’LL PUT AN ARROW IN YOUR LEG!” She yelled at him and started to walk to the bathroom and finish her morning clean up.

“It’s not my fault that your conditioner is so good!” He yelled back and they heard a loud crash. That it could mean only two things: Pietro had crashed through something, or Y/N indeed put an arrow on his leg. Or maybe both.

“They’re totally into each other” Clint said.

A few minutes later Y/N came back with a smirk on her face and a long blue and grey t-shirt, which almost covered her entire thighs, letting her short sneak out under it. She grabbed the cereal and milk and poured everything a mug. Soon she was in the conversation with the others about if they should or shouldn’t put a Jacuzzi in the backyard.

A blur appeared in the room and sat beside her. The speedster looked at her from head to toes before he spoke.

Is that my t-shirt?” He asked her

“Yeah, it’s called payback for using my conditioner every damn time”

He licked his lips and smiled at her. “It does look good on you… If I knew you’ll be stealing my clothes as a payback I would have done it sooner.” Pietro winked at her.

“Want another arrow on your leg darling?”

“You know I can cure pretty fast, and if you’re planning on doing it in a wet towel again I might want it and If it slips down like earlier? Way better.”

The team was looking at the two of them interact while they send smiles to each other, they wanted them to be together.

Y/N turned red. “You didn’t see that.” He nodded “YOU DAMN BASTARD YOU SAW ME NAKED!? YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU DIDN’T SEE IT!”

He was laughing when she stood up and reached for an arrow and stabbed Pietro’s leg with it.

“You deserve that.” She said

Once he removed the arrow from his leg, and the bleeding quickly stopped he pressed his lips against hers.

“Yeah I did. And that too.”

Narrowing her eyes at him she patted him in the shoulder, but then sat down once again and started to eat her cereal.

“Yeah that too.” She said smiling at him.

Hey guys!

I still have quite a few bags available in my etsy shop! Trying to get some money together to take a nice weekend trip for my birthday next month and anything helps! Please go check them out! Hopefully getting a couple more posted this week and some awesome new witchy patterns too!

As you can see, I’M BACK!!!!!
And sooo exhausted :’D …. 13hours from poland back home … there were too many traffic jams … it usually takes us around 9 hours … welp .. that’s life ..
But everything went smoothly qwq! Just a few small things left to do haaa …

But I’m happy to be back, gratefull for quite some more followers O0O .. *hey guys* and excited to finally get back to my cintiq !!!
Now I’ll get on to a commission still sitting here .. *sorry I’m so slow qq …*
And a bit for my Echo amv inbetween >w<!!!

So have a small .. sketchdump .. the rest was really .. more of foot, face, hand, and skeleton structure practice ahaha … really .. bad .. practice ..

I like the one with sans .. maybe I’ll make more out of it owo!

There’s.. honestly quite a few blogs I wanna make but with work I just simply wouldn’t have the time to manage them in addition to BStar’s and Aquamarine’s blogs (while Steven’s still on hiatus) but.. I’ve considered putting these guys below on a multimuse if anyone’s curious.. (though some are more tentative than others).

  • Agnes (Despicable Me)
  • Bunga?? (The Lion Guard- moved from his sideblog)
  • Cub Nala? (The Lion King)
  • “Greeny”/ Green Coat Child (Little Nightmares Comic)
  • Hoopa (Pokemon)
  • Huey (Ducktales- 2017 Remake)
  • Mew (Pokemon)
  • Steven Universe? (SU- moved from his separate blog)
  • Theodore? (Alvin and the Chipmunks)