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Our Little Secret-Part Five

Summary: You and Dean figure out how to tell Sam. Later the two of you try something that Dean hasn’t really done

SERIES MASTERLIST

Characters: Dean, Sam, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Square Filled/Kink: Face Fucking for @spnkinkbingo

Word Count: 4300

Warnings: Smut, fingering, oral, rough sex, squirting, language

A/N: I’m sorry. I was going to wait until tomorrow afternoon to post this, but I couldn’t help myself. Thank you so much for reading. I absolutely love writing this series and sharing it with you. Any feedback is always appreciated.



“You want to tell Sam?” He’s got that crease on his forehead, “I thought you didn’t want him to know.”

You smile, stretching your neck, kissing right below his ear, “But you do.”

“You’re okay with it?” He’s confused, “You’re sure?”

“Yeah,” you nod, “I’m sure.”

You’re not sure, not at all, but you kinda need to take the chance.

Dean pulls you up, pressing his lips against yours, kissing you deeply before breaking away.

You giggle, “I guess it will be easier too, we won’t have to come up with excuses for getting a different room.”

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consider; will breaks a rib or something and apollo kids cant be healed as quickly as everyone else due to their natural ability to heal others, so will cant bind for a while until it heals. nico is by his side all day and glares at everyone, daring them to say something, silencing them with his terrifying death glare. nobody picks up on it though. almost everyone has seen will without his binder at least once, so they dont think much of it, and will is nice even if he’s kind of a hermit, so no one pokes fun at him. while nico thinks they’re afraid of him and he’s scaring them into submission, they really assume nico’s glare just means he’s in a bad mood today. if some people are a little kinder to him at the night’s bonfire, nico doesn’t question it.

Each tattoo is a story - Batmom x Batfamily

Good idea. I wrote it in the very short free time I had available today, hope it’s still ok, and that you guys will  like it

Awesome fan art of this story here : clickclickclick by the awesome @bipolarink

My masterlist blog : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com

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It’s Tim, who wondered about it first. 

You guys were all coming home from a (rare and peaceful) day at the beach, when he noticed it. And curiosity got the best of him.  

Of course, you’ve always had a lot of tattoos even before you became his mother. It was so normal for him, so part of…You, that he never even wondered once what they meant.

Until that day.

Until he noticed a small symbol on your ankle, surrounded by bigger designs that attracted all the attention. And it surprised him so much, that he just had to ask you. He resisted the urge to ask you right away, thinking it was none of his business but…it was too much now. He couldn’t stop himself. And as all the family is helping Alfred putting away their beach stuff, Tim cracks. 

You noticed him staring at you for a while now, so you were expecting a somewhat personal question (which never bothered you, why would you have secrets for your own family ?). But nothing really prepared you for what he was about to ask : 

-Mom…Why do you have Superman’s symbol tattooed on your ankle ? 

Bruce freezes. Your other boys are suddenly very attentive, and Alfred…Oh bless Alfred, he couldn’t help but smile because he thought that the way Bruce tensed up each time the word “Superman” was uttered was just the cutest (they all knew by now, that you and Clark used to date). 

Your husband turns toward you and, his brow furrowing, asks : 

-…You have a Superman symbol tattooed on your ankle ? I never noticed…

-You should have had, you often kiss it when we…

-OH PLEASE MOTHER ! No details about anything regarding your intimacy with father please. Just tell us why you have a Superman tattoo…Please. 

You chuckle a bit at your youngest son’s comment, but your gaze doesn’t leave Bruce’s, and you smile at him…it’s not a mocking smile, far from it, and he relaxes. You’re not going to tease him about Clark once again (ever since he discovered you had a thing with him, one of your favorite past time was to make comments about it, just to provoke a reaction in him…and oh a reaction it provoked each time alright…a very nice and pleasurable reaction you might say). 

But you’re in no mood to tease him on the subject, especially since you had such a pleasant day and you just don’t want to ruin it by making him grumpy (even though he never stays grumpy very long once you manage to get some time just you and him). Besides, you can see it kinda disturbs him that he never noticed this particular tattoos…He thought he knew your body by heart ! And yes, he did kiss your ankles more than once so…why did he never notice it ? If you could read his mind you’d tell him that maybe, he was always a bit too busy to actually pay attention to that minuscule tattoo. 

To be honest, you’re quite surprised Tim saw it…Bruce was right. That boy really was the most observant and smartest you’ve ever met. You were pretty sure that he even surpassed his father in that area and…the fact he noticed that tattoo while Bruce had your ankles right in his face more than once proves it (oh the number of time your ankles ended up on his shoulders, and he turned his face to kiss it as he pumped into you…well, come to think of it, maybe that’s why he never noticed indeed, you guys were always quite busy when your ankles were close to his face…). 

You smile at your sons and you say : 

-It’s just because Clark has been an important part of my life, and still is. He’s one of my best friend. Just friend dear, don’t make that face. 

They can’t help it, they can’t help but snickering at their father’s reaction, this little “jealous face” he always make, where his nose and mouth crease. 

But, what you just said about this tattoo makes Tim think and he asks :

-Do all your tattoos mean something ? 

You give him an enigmatic smile and nod. And you just know they’re going to ask you what they all mean. 

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And that’s how you all end up in the main living room at the manor, with you in a sport bra and shorts, explaining what every piece of art means on your body. 

The bat’s meaning on your collar bone is obvious. You don’t even have to talk about it. So are the four little bird following it. 

The huge piece you have on your back, that seems abstract…actually isn’t. It’s the blueprints of your birth place, The Narrows, one of Gotham’s poorest and most dangerous neighborhood. You got it tattooed when you turned 18, it was your first tattoo, and you got it in honor of your parents who were murdered, and of your brothers who unfortunately hung out with the wrong people and got killed in a drug bust…You also got it tattooed to remember where you’re coming from. So that no matter where you’d go, you’d always know that the Narrows were printed into you. That it was just part of you. 

Your arms were bare, when Bruce first met you, and Dick even remembers that he saw you with tattooed less arms too…And yes. Yes it makes sense because…Your arms are dedicated to your sons. 

The little circus on your bicep is for Dick, when the official adoption papers were signed. Below the circus is written a date, the day Dick Grayson officially became your son, and next to the date are little symbols that do not seem to make any sense…That is until you explain that, when Dick arrived home, a lost little 8 years old boy, he was just so shy. And to communicate with him, you’d draw things. Like, yourself smiling and hugging him…and slowly but surely, he warmed up to you. Hugging you for real, calling you “mom”…but when you still communicated only through drawings, he drew things for you and…you got them tattooed on your skin. 

Those symbols meant something, and just showed how bad at art Dick used to be. They was a heart that looked like an apple. A house or…maybe a gift ? There was a stick figure…dancing ? And the face of a character smiling. 

Dick tried his hardest not to cry at the thought that you got tattooed on your skin those silly drawings he made for you…and the memories of how amazing you’ve always been to him were almost too much. 

On your forearms, there was a tire less car and…oh that was about Jason for sure. It was an aston martin (one of Bruce’s favorite car…you couldn’t really get the bat mobile tattooed) and it missed all its tires. Below that, there was a silhouette of a boy wearing a hoodie, with a comic bubble that read : “Haha gotta run faster old man”. Bruce wasn’t amused (but deep down, he thought it was extremely cute). 

The two tombstones on your other bicep didn’t need any explanation either…and the little arrows below them that pointed to a two bright star design didn’t either. Every thing was symbolizing Jason’s and Damian’s death, and the stars were them coming back to you. 

You had a small coffee cup on your wrist. For Tim of course. Next to the coffee cup was written “X 9324″ and your family couldn’t help but laugh at your accurate portrayal of the number of coffee cups your son drunk. There was also a little computer, and a “sleep is for the weak”. 

You had a lot of arabic things written on your arms too and Damian almost teared up when he realized they were things he  told you that you loved…Things he told you that came straight from his heart. 

You had each of them drawn as Robins. Dick being the biggest one, blue. Then Jason, red. Tim, yellow. And finally, Damian, green. 

Above your elbow was a drawing of Damian and Tim drawn Chibi style, and they were fighting. Above was a very exasperated Dick, and a “FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT” Jason and they all burst out laughing when they realized that those little characters on your arm, it was indeed definitely them. How did they never notice ? They were just so used to your tattoos…

And oh there was so many tattoos on your arms related to them…A staff, Dick’s two stick, a gun in a “stop” sign, their symbols, their date of birth, their favorite food (Jason got excited to see you tattooed some chicken drumsticks on you, he thought it was hilarious) etc etc…your arms were a canvas in honor of your children, and oh how touched they were by all of that. 

Your legs had massive pieces on them. One leg was…just wonderful. A sort of abstract depiction of your relationship with Bruce. From the day you met at a charity event you organized (one to give easier access to books to poor population in Gotham) which was represented by books flying off at the start of your thigh, to your wedding, represented by a lot of colors (your super friend’s costume colors) and two rings, to when you adopted your children (four colorful dots tattooed with the aquarelle technique…one blue, one red, one yellow and one green). Everything was there. Even the way you were so sickeningly in love with each other, there was definitely your silhouette and his kissing…Gross. 

Bruce’s heart beat wildly as he realizes you had an entire leg tattooed just for him…That it symbolized your life with him…And he never even wondered what all those things meant ! 

On your other legs you your favorite places in Gotham drawn. One of the park. The rooftops. The docks. It was just a lot of wonderful pieces about your favorite city in the World (though not many understood why you loved that place so much), and there, lost in the middle of all of it, was that superman tattoo…You told them it was one of your first one. You didn’t really expect to have that many tattoos. 

Alfred full on cried when he saw that you had a “butler” drawn on your ribs, but hey, why wouldn’t you ? Alfred was such an important part of your life…You also had other things on your collar bone that didn’t have the bats and the birds, related to Alfred : a few tea cups, and a “sassy, butler is sassy” that made everyone laugh. The other side of your ribs were still bear, so was your stomach and belly in general, and you told them that, once another important event would occur, you’d draw something there too. 

All of your tattoos had meanings. All of them. And you had too many to explain everything to them but…Now they knew. 

They already knew how important they were in your life, but now even more than ever. You had your skin permanently changed with reminders of them…

Many hugs were exchanged, many laughs too as some of your tattoos were just based on very funny memories (like for example, you had a “R.I.P Sledges” with a broken red sledge representing all the sledges you broke with your sons over the many winters you all had together), and almost tears too, as some memories were painful, or just made them have happy tears. 

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You spend the entire day talking about your tattoos. And finally, you told them about everything and…satisfied their curiosity. 

After kissing your cheek lovingly, your sons’ follow Alfred in the kitchen for their snacks ritual of the day (tea and crumpets…for real) and you’re left alone with your Bruce. 

He comes closer to you and asks : 

- What about the one you have…you know…between your thigh, right before your…

-I know which one you’re talking about Bruce, and this one ? It’s just a meaningless cute one. 

You can see he doesn’t believe you, and as he narrows his eyes at you you just smile and can’t resist to laugh. 

-Meaningless cute one uh ? 

You nod, but you damn well know he won’t let go off this. And you also know what his technique to make you talk is…When the first tickle wave hit you, you are able to hold your laugh in but…Oh it’s always impossible. He knows all your sweetest spot. He knows where to touch you to make you beg for him to stop tickling you. 

-I won’t stop until you tell me what’s that tattoo means ! 

-Fine HAHAHAHAHAHHA I’LLHAHAHAHAHAHA I’ll tell you ! 

And it stops. But he’s ready to start again if you don’t actually comply…You look at him and you say : 

-It’s about my first time. 

-Your first time ? 

-Oh please, you know what I mean. The placement is pretty obvious really. 

-I just wanted to hear you say it and…Wait, why is it a manta ray ? 

You slyly smile at him and manage to slip away from his grasp, and can’t help but laugh loudly and run away when you hear him say : 

-Don’t tell me your first was Aquaman !?

Fin.

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Hope you liked it. Wrote this during my pause at work, so like in 5 minutes so if it feels rushed I’m very sorry. Hope it’s still fine. 

Your Fav is Problematic:

Horatio Hornblower

  • gambles for a living during peacetime
  • Seasick in Spithead™
  • fidgeting 24/7
  • ashamed of being human
  • pouty
  • showers naked on the quarterdeck in front of all his superior officers
  • beautiful, beautiful hands
  • genuinely surprised when other people can’t read his thoughts, understand his weird plans immediately or struggle with math
  • gets mad so he won’t cry
  • literally acting 97.5% of the time like for real who is this guy?!
  • gets excited about flying fish
Fireworks - H.S.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I mumble. The twinkling lights are mesmerizing and I just can’t seem to focus on anyone else, not even the amazing man beside me that brought me here tonight. When Harry only hums a response, I take my gaze off the fireworks ahead of me and stare at his sharp jawline.

Lately Harry had been acting differently. At first I noticed little things, like him closing off and disappearing into his own head for short amounts of time, but after a while he started raising these walls around him, pretending to be someone who is not even though the real Harry I had met two years prior was something I wish everyone had in his life.

Of course, Harry did not only have a name to keep, but also a reputation. Yes, he was pictured as a womanizer and I think he did won best dressed male again last year, although I don’t keep up with that. I keep up with what actual Harry is up too, what ticks him, what he enjoys doing. Most of the things the media bring to attention aren’t very good small details of a bigger picture.

I think that’s why this friendship works so damn well. That might also be the absolute number one reason I fell madly in love with this man. I’d never risk anything to put our friendship in jeopardy, because I honestly believe I’d never find someone like him, ever again. He was the only real thing in a world filled with lies and misinterpretations.

I’m actually terrified I’ll never get to see the real Harry again. And whatever I try, I just can’t seem to get through to him. So when he appeared at my door, giant grin on his rosy lips and a bottle of expensive champagne held up in one hand, I couldn’t decline.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Harry laughs, pulling his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth before his glance is cast in my direction. I can feel the rosy hue appear on my cheeks, but they’re transparent to Harry’s gaze due to the harsh lighting of the fireworks going off in front of us.

“This lighting is doing you good.” I decide to go with a true compliment, although that wasn’t initially on my mind. I love the smile that it draws on his lips, the way his eyes crinkle and how he then casts his glance away. “Do you say that to all men?”

“Only you.” I shrug my shoulders with a grin and let a shriek flow from my lips when I feel Harry’s elbow collide with my ribs. “Hey, I gave you a really nice compliment and this is how you repay me?”
“What do you want to hear? How beautiful you look? You always do, Y/n.” Harry huffs as he rolls his eyes and fixates his gaze back onto the sparkly lights disappearing as quickly as they appear.

“You’re one of the most kind-hearted people I know Harry, you deserve all of this success you’re receiving, you know that right?” I decide to bring up the new single, the one that’s supposed to come out in just a few hours – at midnight to be exact. He hadn’t mentioned it since I had heard it when he had initially finished it. It was his baby, his first solo record and he didn’t seem to utter another word about it. It had been months and it saddened me because it was so damn good.

“How is that new man of yours?” Harry’s voice changes tone, and when I decide to peek I see the frown that has set onto his eyebrow. I guess we’re still not talking about it, and I decide to drop it. Last time I had tried to initiate conversation we ended up not speaking to each other for almost two weeks. Which were the worst two weeks of my life, really. “That’s over and done with, didn’t I mention that?”

“Well no, you didn’t.” Harry sighs and I see the small smile tug at his lips. I scoot a little bit closer to Harry, although I’m not sure why. “Well, sorry then.”
“Why did you break up? I thought you liked him.” Harry throws his arm around my shoulder and I lay my head on his shoulder, taking in a deep breath as I focus back on the popping flashing of light.

“I never really did, I think.” I mumble, dropping my hand onto Harry’s knee and giving it a firm squeeze. “I’m searching for something else.” I finish off, feeling my heart throb in my throat. Indirectly, in my own head, I had confessed my love for Harry. He would never see it as such, but that didn’t take away any of the anxiety coursing through my body.

“Well it’s great that you know what you want.”

“Don’t you know what you want?”

“Yeah, but I’m sure she hasn’t even given it a thought. I think I’m nothing more to her than just a really good friend.”

“Who says that? Harry if you want this girl, go and get her. Do you even realize how amazing you are? You always put me up when I’m down. You watch the most horrifying movies with me whenever I want to, without any complaint. You once showed up at my door just because I sounded blue to you on the phone. I’m sure whatever girl you want is just as madly in love with you as you are with her.” I grin, squeezing his knee for emphasis as I let my eyes dart along the sky, trying to follow every firework going off.

“Do you know what sign of the times is about?” Harry suddenly questions and I feel myself stiffen in his embrace as he for the first time in weeks talks about his song or upcoming album.
“Well I interpreted it as hope.” I decide to voice my own thoughts and feelings as simply as possible.

“That’s the great part of it. I think – in whatever time of your life you are, it might – I don’t know – can be interpreted in whatever way it suits you.” Harry starts to stumble over his words as if he were nervous, his ring clad fingers toying with his jeans as he avoids my gaze as well as the sounds going on around us.

“So you’re saying I’m hoping for something?” I smile, somewhat feeling my own nerves bubbling in my stomach as I pull away from Harry, smiling brightly at his twinkling eyes.

“Yeah, you could say it like that. But I think we all hope something, right?” Harry grins right back at me and I slowly let my eyes close, nodding once, but firmly at his statement – or question.

“Hm.” I agree verbally, wanting to lay my head again against his shoulder but he stops me, his eyes searching mine tentatively as I keep frozen in my spot. I let a low breath slip past my opened lips, my tongue darting out to wet them before I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, slowly biting down on it.

Something seems to click in Harry’s mind and before I can completely comprehend what is happening or is about to happen, Harry leans in but hovers right before his lips are about to meet mine. He lets me decide if I want this – if I want to kiss him and as soon as my brain has caught up to current events, I lean the short distance and press my lips firmly against his.

Harry’s large hand cups my cheek and for a second I feel like I might burst out into tears of happiness, but instead I settle for a large grin which almost breaks up our kiss. I feel the vibrations of Harry’s chuckle against my lips as my eyelids flutter.

Harry pulls away, keeping his hand in place, as he seems to catch his breath. His lips press to mine once more in a gentle, simple peck right as the last few fireworks make their last pop in front of us, illuminating the dark night sky.

Shut Up  (Julian x Reader) Imagines - Fluff/Jealousy


Imagine:

You and Barry were just geeking out in the forensics lab, and Julian can’t help but get a little jealous…

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“That’s so cool!”

“I know, right?!”

“And then, the part where he spelled out Francis –”

“That was gory, but so funny…!

Julian heaved a heavy sigh. For the past hour, the meta-human expert has been listening to you and his helpless half-wit of a partner Allen gushing over the latest Marvel movie, Deadpool, and it was honestly driving him insane.

I mean, really… Julian scowled as he watched you fawn over his lab mate. Is it too much to ask for a little peace and quiet?

Not that he minded hearing your voice.

God, no.

He loved listening to you. You were always so sweet, angelic - an infectiously happy person that somehow made him smile.

It was Allen’s yammering that he couldn’t stand. He just found his partner’s voice so…

Obnoxious.

Though, truth be told, he didn’t like how you went to the movies with Allen over the weekend either.

Just the thought of it made his blood boil.

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Just Like Old Times

Because Peter Hale fucking LIVED, damnit!

“That went well,” Peter smirked over at  Melissa and Noah who were stretched out on a pair of fluffy pillows on the floor. He gazed at Chris from the top of his wine glass.

Chris smirked, “Not everything went according to your grand plan.”

“Well okay, that’s true. Malia and Scott was just icing on the cake.” Peter poured Melissa a glass of expensive wine. She deserved the very best, after all.

Melissa took her glass gratefully. “Thank you, dear.”

“I’ll take a refill.” Noah reached out his own and got topped off. His head was in Melissa’s lap.

Peter sat back down again and put his feet up on Chris’ lap because fair’s fair.

Chris just eyed him. He then shoved Peter’s feet off of his lap and rolled his eyes when the wolf pretended to look hurt.

“Don’t you think we should tell them?” Melissa wondered for the millionth time. She didn’t like keeping the kids in the dark.

Three against one though. A loud chorus of various alterations of the word no filled the room from three grown men who were awfully tired of teenagers.

“They never once asked whether or not we all knew each other in school, so they can figure it out on their own. This is like old times.” Noah declared. “Except we didn’t know you were a werewolf.” He punched Peter’s arm. “That’s for tackling me that one time Senior Year and nearly breaking my rib.”

“Ow, hey!” Peter pretended to look hurt.  “Seriously, no. We’re not telling them a damn thing. They can look up yearbooks the same as everyone else.”

“Shh, the games on.” Noah complained. “No more Adulting today.”

Eventually Chris finally let Peter put his feet on the hunter’s lap.

Until Bobby clattered into Peter’s living room. Late as usual and flopped on the couch between them. “What did I miss?”

Peter sighed.

At least there was not a single teenager for miles.

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Parrish x Reader

Requested By Anon


“Is my Dad here?” You asked Parrish who didn’t look at you and continued typing.

 

“No, your brother called and he had to go deal with something… I think Lydia found something.” Parrish mumbled.

 

“Well you’re a lot of help.” You sighed and went to leave.

 

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On The Ropes - Part 2

Word Count: 4671

Warnings: Mentions of death, drinking, an obscene amount of fluff

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary:  Reader is a cop that was shot in the line of duty. As part of her physical therapy, she picks up boxing at the local gym in town, On The Ropes, owned by two brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester.  Dean is just as taken with her as she is with him, but she thinks of herself as broken because of her job and injury. Can Dean make her see things differently?

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A/N: The places I mention (except Mother Mary’s) are places that I visited often as a child and now as a mom, I bring my own son there. None of the images I have used are mine, credit goes to their artists.

Beta’d by @smoothdogsgirl Thank you!

“Well Sweetheart, are we gonna fight or make out? Cause I am getting some real mixed signals here.” He winked at you and you considered it, but all the gear made it near impossible for any kind of contact.

“Maybe after a shower” you leaned down, taking a over exaggerated sniff “cause you stink.” And you rolled off of him.

Dean stood, taking his gloves and gear off, then helping you with your own. Once you were free and clear, he crashed his lips to yours, the intensity of it taking your breath away. You had to pull away before you ran out of oxygen, resting your sweaty forehead against his.

“Yeah, well you stink, too.” He mumbled as he helped you to your feet.

“Nice comeback, D.” You laughed and leaned up to kiss him once more before stowing your gear and hitting the showers. You couldn’t wait for some real sparring.


It was Thursday and with only one week until your mandatory leave was over, you had really stepped up your game at the gym with Dean. He knew this was what you needed and he really was helping you get there. Things have been only slightly awkward since the incident in the ring last week. Both of you preferring to ignore what happened instead of admitting your feelings. Emotions just got in the way.

“Hey, Y/N! Can I see you in my office for a minute?” Dean called out to you as you exited the locker room.

You made your way over to his office. This could go one of two ways; either he hadn’t seen enough improvement and wasn’t going to recommend your return to work to your PT or he felt you were there. One way or another, your time at the gym, and with Dean by extension, was coming to an end. You weren’t sure how you felt either way.

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Auston Matthews - Part 31

One more part to go and I’m emotional

Waking in the morning in a sea of sheets and Auston’s face nestled against my shoulder, I can’t help but stare down at him. His hair is a complete mess, and I can already see the shadow under his eyes from lack of sleep. We had spent the night gently waking each other until we were both utterly exhausted. Even though he had played games on back to back nights, he still lasted longer than I had. Now looking down at him, his bare chest just visible from me throwing the sheets off, probably from overheating from his body and mine, I can hardly believe I’m waking up next to him again.  

               I try to lay there as long as I possibly can, letting Auston sleep but my bladder doesn’t let it last much longer. Luckily, he’s only resting his torso against me and I’m able to wiggle my legs to the edge of the bed, though getting his head off my shoulder proves to be a little more difficult. I move as slowly as I possibly can but it still wakes him. Auston blinks his brown eyes at me, the tired expression on his face melting my heart and a small part of me dies.

               “Hi,” I whisper, smiling at him while lightly touching his face with my fingertips.

               “Hi,” he whispers back, taking a deep breath and sighing, nuzzling my chest and frowning when he realizes I have a t-shirt on. “I don’t remember you getting dressed?” He asks, picking at the shirt with his finger.

               “After the last time, you were kinda out of it after…” I bite my lip to keep from laughing when his eyes narrow at me.

               “I remember that very clearly, just nothing after,” he says and I giggle.

               “As much as I would prefer to lay here with you… I really have to go the bathroom,” I shift my legs and make a face at him.

               “Fine,” he pouts and detangles his arm from around my waist and lifts himself on to his elbow so I can slide out from under him. The sheet pools at his waist and I blush, quickly looking away. Auston chuckles and pinches my side.

               “Still shy?” He asks, grabbing my arm and pulling me down for a kiss.

               “I’m not shy! I’m just being respectful!” I protest but let him kiss me anyways.

               “You can disrespect me anytime you want,” he smirks up at me and I swat at his bare chest.

               “Auston!” I scold and he laughs.

               “Hurry back,” he says, putting his hands behind his head and giving me a look that makes my stomach clench.

               I make to stand up and instantly have to sit back down, wincing slightly.

               “Everything okay?” Auston asks, frowning at me and probably wondering why my face is fifty shades of red.

               “Uh… yeah, everything’s good,” I say quickly, gritting my teeth and cringing as I stand again. Oh my god! I whimper quietly as I retreat to the bathroom, closing the door behind me and leaning against it, letting out a sigh of pain. Dear God, what did he do to me? I stumble to the sink and look into the mirror. My eyes are too bright and my cheeks a dusting of red, a slightly smug look on my face but also a twinge of discomfort.

               When I walk back out into the bedroom he’s still laying on the bed, his eyes flash up my bare legs to my face.

               “Quit just standing there and come here,” he says, holding out a hand to me.

               I gingerly make my way to bed and hope he doesn’t notice. “You’re walking funny.” So much for that.

               “I am not,” I mutter, climbing onto the bed and resting on my knees beside him.

               “You are, I didn’t mean to make you sore,” he says outright and I blush furiously, looking anywhere but at him.

               “Why are you so blunt with everything?” I ask him exasperated.

               Auston laughs and rests a hand on my leg, squeezing it gently.

               “Because I’m comfortable with you,” he says and I warm at his words, biting my lip to hide my smile.

               “Come here,” he whispers, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me across him, kissing my neck before rolling me underneath him. “I’ll make you feel better,” he whispers against my skin and shiver.

               “I don’t remember you becoming a nurse,” I mutter and he grins.

               “Well, I feel a little responsible…” he starts and I cut him off.

               “A little?” I ask him and he laughs.

               “Okay, fully responsible. Although, you did wake me more times than I woke you,” he adds and I smile shyly up at him.

               “Worth it,” I mumble and as he nips at my neck.

               “However, you do need to lose the shirt in order for me to fully make up to you,” he says, his hands already at the hem and tugging it up my belly.

               “Right… I’m sure the shirt is just hindering your best possible performance…” I muse at him, though I arch my back to help.

               “You were hardly awake last night, obviously I wasn’t up to par,” he says, his lip trailing down my throat.

               “Less talking, more showing,” I whisper, my eyes closing on their own.

               “Whatever you want.”

-

               Less than an hour later I’m stepping out of the shower and towel drying my hair when I hear the front door open and my dogs bounding up the stairs, overly hyped up after a play session with Auston outside. They come barreling into my room and look around for a second before they spot me and jump around at my knees.

               “Morning, girls,” I laugh, leaning down and kissing them both on their soft heads.

               Auston appears behind them, a little out a breath still.

               “Mitch texted me and asked it was safe for him to come over,” Auston says, grinning at me.

               “Ahh, fun police Mitchell swooping in,” I roll my eyes playfully.

               “Funny, he says the exact same thing about you,” he says and I scowl.

               “Of course he does. It’s not my fault he’s like a five year old when he eats!”

               Auston holds his hands up in mock surrender. “I’m just relaying information, babe. Mind if I shower?” He adds, and I notice his overnight bag at his feet.

               “No, go ahead,” I say, moving past him into the bedroom and towards my closet.

               Auston gets in the shower, not bothering to close the door at all much to my embarrassment. Wonder what its’ like be so confident… I step back into the bathroom to brush my teeth and Auston’s phone goes off next to the sink. I glance at it out of habit of looking at my own and notice his background is a picture of me. Going still, I tilt my head at the screen and try to ignore my heart pounding against my ribs.

               “Hey Auston?” I ask through a mouthful of toothpaste.

               “Yeah?” He says.

               “What are you doing next Saturday? You don’t have a game do you?” I ask him, rinsing my toothbrush under the sink tap.

               “No, why?”

               “Well… um…” I blush for a reason unknown to me, suddenly unbearably shy.

               I hear the curtain pull back slightly and I can see Auston’s head sticking out.

               “Were you going to ask me on a date?” He smirks at me and I turn even redder.

               “No!” I snap, looking anywhere but at him, choosing the ceiling to stare at. “I mean yes,” I admit, chewing on my tongue.

               I don’t have to look at Auston to know that his face is nearly splitting in two with a grin.

               “Then ask me,” he teases and I make a face at him.

               “Do I have to?” I whine, and his face lights up even more.

               “Yep, I think someone asked me if I wanted to hang out with them next Saturday… better have a good reason to cancel on them…” he says and I know he’s lying.

               Scrunching my nose, I face him and right when I open my mouth he talks over me.          

               “Can you not look like you just stepped in dog shit while asking me? Kinda gives me a bad vibe,” Auston says, biting his lip to hide his laugh.

               I huff at him and put on the sweetest face I possibly can, leaning into him slightly until I feel the mist from the shower.

               “Auston, will you please be my date to my cousin’s wedding on Saturday?” I bat my eyelashes at him, and push my arms together which in turn presses my boobs together and his attention goes directly to my chest.

               “You stand like that, I’ll say yes to whatever you want,” Auston says and I smile, I go to pull away but Auston grabs my waist and pulls me half into the shower, my upper half once again getting completely soaked.

               “Auston!” I squeal, trying in vain to pull away. “I just got dry!” I complain through my laugh.

               “Oh, I don’t believe that for a second,” Auston whispers alluringly to me and I hit his arm.

               “What are you? A jack rabbit?” I pull back out of the shower much to his amusement and peel my now sopping wet shirt off and throw it in the sink. Auston peeks out at me right when I go for the clasp of my bra and I scowl at him, deciding to go into my closet to take that off, this time much to his disappointment.

               Half an hour later I’m scarfing down my cereal while Auston makes an omelet, he eyes my cereal warily and opens his mouth to speak and I cut him off with a wave of my hand.

               “Don’t you dare say a single damn thing about my cereal. I’m not the professional athlete, I can eat whatever the hell I want,” I say without even looking up from the maze on the back of my Reese’s Puffs box.

               Auston shuts his mouth and goes about getting his breakfast ready. There’s a knock on the door a few minutes later which surprises me, but then in barges Mitch and Will and the surprise disappears. They immediately weasel their way into the kitchen and Mitch opens the fridge and throws a scowl at me.

               “You didn’t even notice did you?” He asks me.

               I look up from my cereal puzzled, “What?”

               Mitch reaches in and when he pulls back, in his hand is two bags of carrots and he throws them on the counter in front of me and I raise my eyebrows at him.

               “I bought you your carrots and you didn’t even notice!” Mitch exclaims and I stare at him for a moment before bursting out laughing at the ridiculous expression on his face. “Too busy with your fancy new telescope to even care,” Mitch mutters under his breath and I laugh harder.

               “I appreciate the carrots, Mitchell,” I eventually am able to get out through my laughs. “You’re no longer on my shit list,” I wink at him and he rolls his eyes, flinging the carrots back into the fridge and going into the living room to pout and play COD with some guys online.

               Eventually Auston goes and joins them, all three of them with their headsets on. I lean back across the counter I just cleaned in the kitchen and watch them. My two dogs seem to decide that Mitch is at the perfect level for a kiss attack and I hear his protests as they knock him over onto his back and proceed to step on and kiss every exposed part of him, much to the amusement to Will who is apparently on a different team as Auston and Mitch and proceeds to kill Mitch’s character.

               The two quickly get into a heated argument once Mitch rights himself and fights off the attack of Zalla and Andie. I press my lips together in a smile as I watch them, and can only imagine what is being said by the guys who aren’t here.

               A beam of sunlight suddenly comes in through the window behind my sink and crosses across my toes on the floor. I move closer to the window, still facing into the living room and bring my wrist up to the sunlight, the beam hitting the center charm and sending a thousand sparkles across my kitchen and into the living room.

               Auston looks up from his controller and meets my eyes. A thoughtful expression on his face as I send another shower of sparkles sprawling across the room. I return my attention to the charm, zeroing in on the individual points and markings, wondering why I didn’t kiss Auston seven weeks ago when he slid it across the table to me.  

Ride With Me (Part 6)

PAIRING: readerxbuckybarnes au

WORD COUNT: 2.4

WARNINGS: swearing, angst and a little bit of fluff

*Bucky learns more of (Y/N)’s brother and an unforeseeable act causes everything to change.  

Part 6 is here people get excited and hold onto your butts! It’s all about to happen !!!!!

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GIFS NOT MINE 

Originally posted by livvy1800

The grey clouds covering the sky were almost representative of your mood. You sat on your armchair looking out of the window; you spent almost half your morning assuring Wanda that you would be fine on your own. The girl was worried about you that was obvious, you had to physically force her out the door when she offered that her mobile would be on and available to you if you needed anything. Your eyes flicked towards your chest of draws, flashes of the night before burned in your mind. Groaning you rubbed your temples, trying to will the headache away. But the soft thumping on your apartment door forced you to leave the security of your room. Pulling the door open you were wet with sheepish and concerned face of Bucky.

“Hey” he greeted.

“Hi” you folded your arms across your chest, making no move to invite him in.

“How are you?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Ok, yeah stupid question I know. Can I come in?” His eyes wandered over your shoulder.

“No”

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anonymous asked:

We didn't get that many game night scenes this season. Can you fix that cap?? ❤️👍

Kara doesn’t like to bother anyone when she’s sad.

Well, she thinks of it as bothering, anyway.

No one else does.

Alex certainly doesn’t.

And Alex knows – much as she wants to slug Barry Allen right in that pretty little mouth for recruiting his sister to join him, alone, without her, on another Earth to combat an entire invading army – that Cisco, Barry, and the rest of the Earth-1 crew wouldn’t consider it a bother, either.

Because friends aren’t bothered by friends.

And friends really aren’t bothered by inter-dimensional Game Nights with friends.

So she does something she hasn’t done since they were kids and would hide each other’s things to see how long it would take the other to find it (Kara cheated with her powers of flight; Alex consequently got really good at climbing trees).

She rummages around in Kara’s room to find the communicator Cisco left her.

And she calls him.

“You remember Kara’s boyfriend?”

“The goofy one who seemed more like he should be her brother than her man?”

“You picked up on that too, did you?”

“Agent Danvers, please. Detection is what I do.”

“Oh my god, you sound like my girlfriend. Listen, she’s been having a really tough year, and he was… for better or for worse – mostly for worse – he was the only one she could touch without worrying about breaking his nose or dislocating his shoulder. He was a piece of her history, her people, you know? And now – “

“Say no more, Alex. Get Kara to her apartment tonight. I’m bringing the crew.”

She chuckles and she shakes her head and sighs, and she wonders if it was wrong. Using Kara’s communicator behind her back. Telling Cisco – and by extension, the others – behind her back. 

But that night? 

That night, when Kara comes home and her apartment is flooded with Barry Allen, Iris West, Cisco Ramon, Caitlin Snow, Sara Lance? Along, of course, with the people she loves most on this earth?

Any and all trepidation leaves Alex, because Kara is crying, but they’re happy tears, they’re grateful tears. 

Because she’s launching herself – literally – at Barry (James and Winn try not to be jealous, Winn unsure who, exactly, he’s jealous of), and she’s laughing with Cisco and she’s hugging Iris and Caitlin at the same time and they’re rocking back and forth and talking fast, and she’s a warm, happy, affectionate, but a little stiffer with Sara Lance – “Look at that sexual tension. Sara might be her closet key, babe, like I was for you. Relax, Lena, getting Kara to come out can only help your cause,” Maggie mutters, and Lena tries to unclench her fists – and then Kara is launching into Alex’s arms.

“You did this, you brought them all here… for me?” she asks, and Alex smooths her hair out of her face and tries not to blush. Because her reputation with all these people is supposed to be that of a formidable warrior, and unshakable soldier.

But all they’ve seen so far is her licking frosting off her girlfriend’s fingers and coddling her sister tenderly.

Dammit.

“I’d do anything for you, Kara.”

Kara melts into Alex’s arms, and Barry, Winn, James, and Cisco awww. 

“Well you boys are gonna get along,” Sara observes, a half-cocked grin on her face as she nudges Kara in the ribs lightly.

“Hey, Supergirl, your very attractive sister and her – might I say – deathly gorgeous girlfriend made you cupcakes before we all got here,” she tells her, and she’s rewarded by Alex’s splutter, Maggie’s blush, and Kara’s squeal of excitement.

“They’re in a relationship,” Caitlin scolds Sara softly, grinning, and Sara shrugs.

“Yeah, and I’ve died a couple times over. Nothing’s impossible,” she winks, and Iris and Caitlin laugh, their eyes on Kara as she devours the sweets.

“Alex, I’ve been meaning to ask you – how exactly does her metabolism work? Is it like Barry’s? But she must have a completely different physiology – “ Caitlin wants to know, and Cisco and Winn groan into each other.

“We’ve lost them, Captain,” Cisco murmurs, and sure enough, Alex’s eyes are glistening as she launches into Kara’s biochemical processes.

“Star Trek on other earths, that’s what I’m talking about!” Winn’s jaw drops as he puts up a high five, and Sara leans close into Maggie.

“And now we’ve lost these two,” she winks, and Maggie gulps slightly.

Eventually, they regain Caitlin and Alex, Winn and Cisco, and eventually, they kick off their first inter-dimensional Game Night in earnest.

It turns out that Barry and Kara – the two kindest, the two quietest, the two most thoughtful of them all – are the most competitive together.

They scramble to see who can get their suits on first, on fastest, and when James whips out his camera to take a series of videos, a series of stills, of the heroes in their full-out superhero get-up, trying to out race the other on Mario Kart, it only stokes their fire more.

They steal the controllers from each other and they toss bananas and turtle shells at each other and they ignore everyone else in the race.

Iris laughs into Maggie’s shoulder, torn between cheering on her fiance and cheering on the girl who makes her more than a bit bi.

Lena laughs as Alex and Winn do battle with their hands, with limp wrists, mocking each other and egging each other on as Alex whispers into his ear affectionate teasing about him having a thing for superheroes that has his blushing, that has him preening, that has him squealing about how she can’t talk, she melts whenever Maggie even looks at her.

Barry and Kara are so focused on each other, so focused on their super speed competition playing out on Kara’s TV screen that they don’t notice Sara and Cisco silently cheering on Caitlin.

They don’t notice Caitlin’s silent focus, and they don’t notice Princess Peach’s subtle approach behind their Toad and Luigi.

They don’t notice Caitlin’s slightly squinted eyes and they don’t notice the way she moves with her controller.

They don’t notice until she uses a boost of speed to pass them both to cross the finish line in first place.

Cisco and Sara yell victoriously and slap five and topple over a smug-looking Caitlin; Winn doubles over with laughter, with relief that the house is filled with happy yelling, not the other kind; Iris rushes to laughingly console a betrayed-looking Barry; James shakes his head with a grin as he takes photos of Lena consoling a sulking Kara; and Maggie passes cupcakes to Alex, who passes them to Kara, who stuffs her face while leaning into James and mock-glaring at a celebrating Caitlin.

“Round two!” she demands once she’s re-energized, and the feeling of joy, the feeling of adrenaline that’s just for pleasure – that no one’s life is depending on, just happiness, just freedom, just family – last long into the night of the first, but definitely not the last, inter-dimensional Game Night.

Patater Week - Feb 8 - Fake Relationship

Kent doesn’t know why he says what he does. Literally any other explanation would have been better. 

Literally. Anything. Else.

But no. Kent is standing outside Alexei Mashkov’s hotel room with a bucket of icy water in his hands, fully prepared to lean it against the door and then quickly knock and ditch, when someone two doors down yells, “Parson? What are you doing here?”

Kent freezes and snaps his head. It’s the goalie, Snowy. The guy’s wearing a frown, which makes sense, because there’s no reason for Kent to be on the Falc’s floor when the Aces’ floor is one down. It’s pure dumb luck that the Falcs hadn’t yet cleared out of Minnesota by the time the Aces had arrived and settled in, and Kent had thought, Hey, Mashkov’s been ribbing me all over Twitter for the last two months, wouldn’t it be hilarious if I pulled an IRL prank on him? 

That is the exact explanation he should give. The words “I’m pulling a leaner on Mashkov, wanna help?” should come out of his mouth. But they don’t.

Instead, what Kent says is, “I’m making a booty call, duh.”

What??

“What?” Snowy’s eyes don’t bug out but he does look poleaxed. “You–And Tater? Since when?”

None of your fuckin’ business,” Kent says, instead of what he should say, which is “Since never, oh my god you should have seen your face!”

What is he saying? Why is he lying? His hands are going numb from the bucket of ice water and meanwhile he’s sweating bullets under his sweatshirt.

Snowy doesn’t look pleased by the brush-off, but he also looks–apologetic? “Tater’s out,” he says. “He didn’t tell you?”

“I thought I’d surprise him,” Kent says, still going along with this, why the fuck is he still going along with this lie. His feet, mercifully, carry him a few steps back from Mashkov’s door and back down the hall in the opposite direction from Snowy. “Guess I’ll head back.”

Confusion is plain on Snowy’s face. “I’ll tell him you stopped by?”

“No, no, I’ll text him, it’s cool!” Kent’s grin might be manic and his voice might be a shade too high. His voice might be several octaves too high. “No need to bother him!”

“If you’re sure–”

“Insanely sure!” Kent waves and fucking flees.

anonymous asked:

Since you headcanon Red 'accidentally' walking around shirtless when his crush is around, imagine this. His crush just staaares at him before grinning and snapping their fingers, saying "Wait right there, I'll be back!" before running off. Are they wanting to get into the bonezone? Nope! They come back with a sketch pad or blank canvas and say that he just gave them the perfect idea for their next art class project and could you please pose for an hour or so? Pretty please?

(*The HC referenced in the prompt comes from the Confession: Start! imagine.)

UF!Sans: Artistic Nudity

The way that his crush is staring at his ribs makes Red smirk, assuming that they’re at least intrigued by his skeletal body.  He saunters closer, stopping just out of their reach, and casually leans an arm against the doorframe.  "like what ya see, doll~?“ he queries, manifesting a bright red tongue to run across his fangs suggestively, his bony brows wagging.  When they grin and tell him to wait right there, Red’s smile stretches all the way across his features, and he stares after them wide-eyed.  Did he just hit the jackpot?  Were they going to run back, sans-clothes, and jump his bones?  The possibilities ran rampant through his mind vividly enough to incite the build-up of saliva between his fangs, and a little bit of drool dribbled down his chin.  

When his crush returns, he’s posing as seductively against the doorframe as he can, his basketball shorts sagged low on his hips to expose half of his pelvic wings.  Grinning, he hooks his thumb in the elastic waistband, tugging it away from his hip.  "ya rea…dy..?”  His voice trails as his eyelights settle upon the sketchpad, and he blinks.  "uh.. what'cha got there, sweetheart?“

Oh.  They just want him to pose while they sketch him.  Disappointment makes him stand up straight and sigh.  He should’ve known better than to think a human would be turned on by the sight of ribs, but hey.. at least they find his body artistic.  

"yeah, sure, whatever,” he mutters, moving into his room and waving them inside.  Then, he suddenly grins again and lies down on his bed perfectly straight, while folding his arms across his chest and closing his eyes.  "welp, go on,“ he urges, opening an eye to make sure they start sketching.  

"who says art is dead?”    

Title: Care and Attention

(gif belongs to of-badges-and-guns <3)

A/N: This is so long lol, it got away from me but it’s nice and fluffy. Feedback is welcomed and very much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy it, as always, thank you for reading <3

Requested by: Anon - “60 with Gibbs”

Word Count: 1,104

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

60. “You should have come to me!”

You shuffled over painfully to your desk and let yourself slowly sink into your desk chair. It was the dead of night, hardly anybody was here just a few security guards and one unlucky soul in another team pulling an all-nighter. Opening one of the drawers to your left you took out a small mirror, you winced when your saw the black eye already forming as well as the swelling to your lip but your reaction to your face only made it hurt more.

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30 Day OTP Challenge Day Twenty-Three: Arguing

Note: Angst, Fighting, Slight swearing, Natasha, Bucky, and Steve are all good friends

Words: 1050

You and Loki have had your ups and downs in the three years you’ve been a couple, but it has never got this bad. It’s been two weeks since you had been shot, and you were healing up pretty nicely according to Bruce, but Loki wouldn’t leave well enough alone. It was seriously starting to tick you off, because he always brought it up and it led to you two getting into a heated argument. Yet, no matter what happened at the end of the day you’d crawl in bed together and said your ‘I love you’s, but today was different and you could feel it in the pit of your stomach.

Here you were standing in the communal kitchen bickering about it, despite coming back from a mission just three hours ago. You gritted your teeth as Loki told you that you hadn’t been watching and you could have got shot again. When this first started you found it endearing, because he was worried about you and wanted to keep you safe. Now if felt like a headache that just wouldn’t go away as your eye twitched before you looked back to Loki. “Oh my god Loki do you always focus on negative things? I am alive and well stop worrying!!” You exclaimed.

“I wouldn’t have to worry if you’d pay more attention to your surroundings, and yes, I tend to do that, because all my life has been one negative thing after the next.” He hissed as you set down your cup before glaring daggers into his eyes. “Well I am so sorry that I don’t pay attention enough for your liking my King.” You spat sarcastically. By the look that suddenly grew across his face you knew that you had hit a nerve, very harshly at that. Everyone was in the living room watching the fallout with slightly concerned looks on their faces.

“Well my darling, if you weren’t so weak I wouldn’t have to worry!” He snapped back as your eyes widened at his proclaim. “What did you say?” You asked in a dark voice feeling ready to swing and hook him a good hit. “You are mortal, and you are weak.” He repeated as your blood grew cold from the rage that struck through you. “What? Because you’re a God that you’re better than I am?” You asked suddenly feeling tears burning in yours eyes when Loki froze. “Go fuck yourself you arrogant asshole.” You pulled off your engagement ring and slapped it into his chest before storming out of the communal kitchen and into the elevator.

Natasha looked to Bucky and Steve as they all nodded. “Thor, handle your brother.” She whispered before the three went after you to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid. Loki ran a hand down his face before he walked out of the room and went down to your shared apartment, but you weren’t there. Natasha, Bucky, and Steve found you in the training room sitting in the corner as they sighed. “(Y/N)?” Natasha asked walking over as you scrubbed at your face. “I’m sorry you had to see that.” You whispered softly as the other two followed behind her.

“Hey, it’s alright.” Steve said slouching down beside you as Bucky took the other side leaving Natasha to sit in front of you. “Yeah kid, don’t sweat it.” Bucky grinned nudging you with his flesh arm getting a small smile out of you. “Listen Sweetheart, I know Loki didn’t handle that situation well and I think he was talking more out of anger than being truthful.” Natasha said as you laid your head onto Steve’s shoulder. “Exactly, Loki is just… protective over things he loves, and in his eyes you’re the most important thing.” Steve explained as you looked up to him.

“He’s very possessive too.” Bucky comments as you chuckled softly before sniffling. “We’re not telling you to forgive him right now, but don’t let go of him right now.” Natasha said running her fingers through your hair as your eyes fluttered for a moment. “Besides, when you were shot Loki went into a mental breakdown. Thor had to talk to him for a good two hours so he didn’t kill anyone.” Bucky said as you looked over to him. “He wouldn’t let anyone, but Bruce into the room.” He smiles softly as he places his hand onto your shoulder when you laid your hand over his.

“I’m not breaking up with him, but I am upset.” You huffed softly. “He called me weak, and he promised he’d never call me a mortal.” You mumbled as Natasha nods. “Anger talking, but he only said that, because he wants you to understand how easily he can lose you. In a blink of an eye you’d be gone and he’d be back to square one. Thor even told us Loki’s never acted this way about anyone before.” She smiles as you bite your lip. “Everything he is right now is because of you.” Steve said. “He is just trying to keep you safe, but he doesn’t know how.” He explained.

“He’s really bad at trying, but at least he is.” Bucky chuckles as you punch him playfully in the ribs. “Hey, don’t talk crap about my man. I’d never talk about Steve like that.” You comment as Steve glares at Bucky from over your head as Bucky bites his lip rubbing his side like it hurt, but in reality he didn’t feel it. “I’m sorry.” Bucky mumbles looking to Steve who sighed rolling his eyes. “Anyway.” Steve huffs as you tried not to giggle softly. Those two fought like they were married, I guess that’s why they’ve been together for as long as they have been.

“Focus!” Natasha huffed at them as Steve wraps an arm around you making you feel safe. You sighed softly before a smile spread across your face. “Thank you guys. I’m glad you all are here.” You whispered softly looking to all of them when suddenly the doors to the training room opened and Thor shoved Loki into the room. They bickered for a moment, but no one could hear what they were saying before Loki finally turns to you as his gaze fell to the floor when he mumbled something very quietly.

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Sleep - pt 9

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Jimin was surrounded by girls tonight. You picked up the plates from the tables and brought them back to kitchen.

A few minutes later, you felt someone pull a headphone out of your ear. You turned off the water and spun around to looked at him.

“These are the last ones.” He said, bringing a handful of cups and plates. “Can you close up and call Hobi to pick you up? Here are the keys.”

“Where are you going?” You asked as he stuffed them into your pocket.

He was breaking the routine of going home together on the bus. You liked seeing the empty streets at night and listening to anything funny he experienced at work that day.

“Out with some friends. I’ll see you tomorrow morning okay?” He smiled charmingly.

You nodded and he ruffled your hair before jumping away. You watched as he burst through the door like a giddy teenager and walked back to the small group of girls who seemed to be waiting for him.

He threw arm around around two of their shoulders they walked out with him excitedly.

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Not Dead Yet (Part 24)

*HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! Have some mild smut!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: mild language, mild smut


As the days went by I, and many of the boys, were disappointed for the lack of conflict with the pirates. They just sat out there on their boat not bothering a soul. It was so boring! I was out sitting on the beach watching the ship from the sand and relaxing in the early hours of the morning. I felt a presence watching me.

“I wasn’t thinking anything, just wanted to look at the ship.” I said, “What do you want?”

“The truth.” I whipped around to see it was Felix. “You thought I was Pan.”

“Yeah, he’s the only other one that ever wakes up this early.” I pat the sand next to me, “Care to join me?”

He strolled in front of me not bothering to sit. I stared up at him waiting for whatever it was he wanted. “I want to know what’s going on with you and Pan.”

“Nothing’s going on.” I answered simply.

“I believe that as much as I believe that you two were off in the Enchanted Forest being whores.” he quipped.

“You didn’t believe his story?”

Felix scoffed. “I know Pan and I know you. However you ended up trapped in the Enchanted Forest it wasn’t a choice and it certainly wasn’t because you two wanted some alone time.”

“Okay, you’re right.” I shrugged, “Now what?”

“Now you’re going to tell me how you really ended up there and what happened that you two got all chummy since.”

“Why don’t you ask your best friend?”

“Because I know I can get more out of you. What happened? You should have been dead weeks ago when I caught you coming back from Skull Rock. Instead you and Pan disappear for a week and come back as if nothing ever happened. What are you?”

“A girl.”

“A witch.”

“Same thing.” I stood up, “You wanna know? You already know. You say you know us, then how about you think about the most likely course of action and roll with that? I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

He was silent for a moment, the gears in his brain turning as he figured it out. Then he smirked, a disbelieving crooked smile. “You…” he sighed, “You tried to run.”

“There you go.” I pat his shoulder, “Wasn’t that easy?”

“You, little miss confrontation, got into a battle you had no chance of winning so you fled. Fled like a coward.”

“I was saving my neck.”

“You pushed your limits too far and instead of facing the consequences you just tried to avoid them altogether.”

“What do you want from me, Felix? Want me to tell you you were right? Fine, you’re right! I ran away! I knew that I was gonna die if I stayed here so I stole a bean, pushed Pan over a cliff and ran! He followed me, we tried to kill each other when we landed in the forest, then…things got complicated.”

“Complicated how?”

“We stopped fighting, started talking and it all sort of morphed into this thing that’s happening now.”

“That’s it? You had a talk about your feelings and now everything is sunshine and rainbows between you two?”

“Don’t be so childish. We merely have an understanding.”

“Does this understanding include you two pretending to be best friends?”

“Jealous?”

“Now you’re being childish.” he shoved me playfully, “Anything happen that you need to tell me?”

“Nothing I’m going to admit to.”

“Figured.”

“So, you see me as a Lost Girl again?”

“You’re a secretive, manipulative, cheating, lying, sadistic idiot. You never stopped being a Lost Girl.”

“Awe, Felix,” I held out my arms.

“Don’t get mushy on me, Y/N.” he pushed me back, “If anyone asks we had a fight to amend things where I won but took pity on you nonetheless.”

“How come I don’t get to win.”

“Because we want them to believe us.”

“Okay fine but I’m making it known I got a good hit in.”

“Whatever, give me your best shot.”

“Sure,” I unsheathed my dagger and stabbed him in the leg.

“OW!” he glared at me, “I meant punch me in the face or something!”

“You wanted it to be believable right?”

“Right,” he landed a hard hit to my jaw, “Believable.”

I rubbed my jaw. “Someone’s been slacking off on hand-to-hand again.”

“Shut up.”

“Maybe we can work on that during training today.”

“Shut up, Y/N.” he limped off back into the jungle.

I followed after him. “You should probably get that looked at before it gets infected.” I narrowly ducked out of the way of the rock he threw at me. “Shutting up.”

We got back to camp where Peter was addressing the camp. I sidled up next to Devin and asked what I had missed. Peter apparently decided the time for playing nice with the pirates was over. He made a deal with the mermaids to torment the pirates into coming ashore. Once they were on land then the real fun could start.

Finally! I wonder what Peter could have offered them in exchange to face cannon fire. What am I talk about, it’s Peter. He probably just threatened to dry up the ocean if they didn’t comply.

The boys and I raced to the beach to watch the ship. Peter was standing out on a rock near the shallows. A couple of heads bobbed in the water. The last time I had seen a mermaid they were trying to drown me. Seeing them now I could make them out more clearly. They had beautiful faces but dark dead eyes that reminded me of a shark. The mermaids and Peter discussed a little longer before they disappeared beneath the waves once more.

Peter blinked into the tree I was sitting in. “So,” I peered up at him, “What made you want to torment the pirates?”

“Bored,” he pulled out a pocket telescope, “What’s the use of having new toys if they’re so far away?”

“Permission to kill?” Nick asked next to me.

“Sure, just no mass slaughter. Looking at you, Y/N.” Peter answered.

“Just wanna take the fun out of everything.” I knocked the bottom of his boot with my club.

“Keep it up and I just won’t let you fight any pirates.”

“How ya plan on doing that?”

“You ever been to the Echo Caves, Lost Girl? Inescapable.”

“Ben would break me out, wouldn’t ya?”

“Do not drag me into this.”

“I would contemplate it at the very least,” Devin said, “Sorry, Pan.” he muttered after he caught Peter glaring at him.

“See, Devin’s a real friend!”

“I’ve already gotten into enough trouble because of you!” Ben snapped.

“You were locked in a cage.” I reminded him, “I don’t think he’s ever tried to kill you.”

“I can still kill you, Y/N.” Peter hissed.

“Please,” I scoffed, “When has threatening me ever worked out for you?”

“Can you at least pretend respect me?” he sighed.

“Who says I don’t respect you?”

“Everyone.” Nick said.

“You stay out of this.” I jabbed him in the ribs.

“Hey lovebirds,” Devin piped up, “If you’re through squabbling I think you’d like to know that the mermaids are attacking the ship.”

“Devin, I swear to–wait, what?!” I snatched his telescope and aimed it at the ship. He was right. It was difficult to make out but from the way the ship was rocking and the distant sound of cannons, the mermaids were giving the pirates hell.

“A good start but how about we make things a little more interesting?” Peter grinned to himself.

Dark storm clouds started to roll in across the sky. A fierce wind that bent the trees caught us all off guard. I clenched to my branch as rain began to pour in sheets. The entire island grew darker only to be lit up by the blinding crack of lightening. The waves rose to heights I had never seen before.

I pulled myself closer to the trunk of the tree and glared up at Peter. “Problem, pet?”

“A little much, don’t you think?” I shouted over the rumble of the storm.

“I say not enough.” his smirk grew wider.

“Peter, don’t you–” Another powerful gust of wind shook the trees. My grip in the smooth trunk of the tree slipped and I fell from my perch.

“Watch it.” Peter blinked down below and caught me, “What’s with you and falling out of trees?”

“What’s with you being an arse!” I bit back.

“Don’t yell at me.”

“Why?”

“Cause then I’ll be forced to shut you up.” his face got closer to mine, “And I don’t think you want the others to see that, do you?”

“Sometimes I really hate you.”

“I know.” he had set me back on my feet but hadn’t let go of me. If anything he pulled me closer. “I also know that I am really liking seeing you soaked.”

“Have you any shame?”

“No.”

“Well good for you.” I shrugged his arms off me, “I am going to find a cave to hunker down in and try and dry off.”

“Or we could kill some time before the storm lets up.” he whispered in a hot breath in my ear.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, that’s why I suggested it.”

“Eh, I have nothing else to do until the pirates are here.”

“That’s my girl.” he grabbed my wrist and the next instant we were standing somewhere in the jungle.

Peter grabbed me by the hips and pulled me into a passionate kiss. I mentally rolled my eyes as I kissed him back open mouthed, tongues tasting each other. His lips moved against mine with an increasing roughness I had come to expect.

Rain poured down our faces and slipped between our lips. The rainwater mixed with anticipation proved to be a heady combination. By this point my clothes were so soaked I couldn’t tell if he was touching my bare skin or not. My hands rested on either side of his face keeping him close and raking my fingers through the wet tangle of his hair. We pulled back for air and I blinked rapidly trying to keep the rain out of my eyes as I took in the boy in front of me.

The naked want in his dark green eyes staring right back at me made me falter. He smirked at me before backing me up into the trunk of a tree. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this.” he pressed his body closer until I felt something hard resting against my thigh. I froze in my spot. He wasn’t expecting me to–to– “Relax,” he whispered in my ear, “It’s not what you think.”

“Then what is it?”

My answer was the roll of his hips against mine. My breathing hitched and saw his smirk widen. My face burned so hot I was worried the rain would turn to steam against it. “If this is making you uncomfortable then all you need to do is say so.”

I shook my head. “It’s not…bad.”

“Not bad, hm?” he pressed into me again. My hips bucked against him on instinct. He let out a small moan in my ear. I was biting down hard on my lip and he continued to grind up against me. Was this really happening? Things had gotten a little frisky before when we made out but never to this extent. I liked it.

“Stop that,” he planted his mouth back against mine prying my lips open again. My breath came in quick huffs, senses overloaded with the delicious vulgarity of what was happening right now. “I want to hear you.”

He gave another slow scorching thrust and I moaned against his lips. I could feel him smirking but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to leave this position for anything. His mouth left mine to nuzzle my neck kissing and sucking every inch until he found the sweet spot that made me moan again. He was enjoying this far too much.

I brought my lips down to his own neck and clamped down hard on his own sweet spot. He grasped me tighter as I drew out a long moan from him. “You learn fast.” he mumbled in between breaths.

“And you talk too much.” I mashed his lips back to mine. A part of me felt that maybe I should be a little ashamed of how quickly I just gave into him. How I gladly let him grind against me like some kind of animal all the while panting and moaning and bucking my hips right back at him. Maybe I should have been a little embarrassed, but I’ll be damned if even the entire camp walking in on us could have moved me from that spot.


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amihanmayari  asked:

I adore your fics!! So excited for your book <3 Prompt for Bellarke celebration: Bellamy is a hairdresser and Clarke is the type of person who gets haircut to be Dramatic after breakups and other disasters. Thank you!!!!

If he’s being honest with himself, Bellamy has to admit that he’s least partly responsible for what’s been going on with Clarke.

Fine, maybe entirely responsible, considering he’s the one enabling her.

Still, he startles a little when she barges into his apartment, bottle of vodka in hand and a 7-11 bag in the other.

“Fuck,” he swears, zeroing in on the boxes of dye that are visible through the see-through bag. “What happened?”

“I got into a fight with my mom.” She sniffs, her knees wobbling dangerously before she plops down on his lap, sinking her head against his shoulder.

His arm goes around her- instinctive at this point- keeping her steady. “What happened?”

She peeks up at him from between her lashes at that, teeth snagging against her bottom lip nervously before she goes, “I was thinking about telling you while you worked on my hair.”

He groans, reaching over to twist a lock between his fingers. She had opted for pink, the last time, and the ends are now faded out to a cotton candy shade which he loves. “Clarke.

“What? I was thinking blue this time. Blue would be nice.”

“I shouldn’t be encouraging this,” he grumbles, lifting her in his arms carefully before setting her down on the sofa. “You should be engaging in your other vices, like drinking and eating a obnoxious amount of french fries.”

The look she shoots him is distinctly puppylike; wide-eyed and pleading coupled with a little head tilt. He’s a goner even before she throws in a soft, “Please?”

Huffing, he starts unpacking the items in the bag, flipping her off when she begins to cheer raucously.

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