i drew this in ten minutes so give me a break

everybody wants to love you!

anonymous requested: for the soulmate prompt thing at first i was like aww for number 18 but then i just imagined modern reddie and eddie has fucking all star by smashmouth stuck in his head who the fuck is singing all start oh it’s richie (also on ao3)

Everyone knew that if a song was stuck in your head, it was because your soulmate was singing it. Eddie had always thought it was cute until it began happening to him. Now the main reason he wanted to meet his soulmate was to strangle them for singing such annoying songs.

Eddie struggled to concentrate on the textbook in front of him. He groaned and closed the book, resting his face in his hands. Bill gave him a concerned look over his laptop.

“Something wrong, Eddie?” he asked.

The brunet looked at him in exasperation. “They’re singing again. Why do they always have to start singing whenever I’m doing something important!?”

Bill smiled sympathetically. “What is it this time?”

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me / I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed / She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb / In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

“Fucking ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth. I hate my life, Bill.”

His friend laughed. “You say that now but you’ll change your mind when you meet your soulmate.”

The hypochondriac rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Bill. You’re not the one with a soulmate that sings meme songs and weird indie shit. I wish my soulmate sang pretty songs like yours,” he grumbled.

Hey now, you’re an all-star, get your game on, go play / Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid / And all that glitters is gold / Only shooting stars break the mold

Eddie whined again and buried his face in his arms.

“I want to die.”

He shot Bill a glare when he laughed.


“Are we rehearsing tonight?” Bill asked the lead singer and founder of their band.

Richie groaned. “I don’t want to but we have to keep practicing that song we’re gonna cover for the show on Friday, which is two days from now. So yeah, we’re rehearsing.”

Bill snorted. “Alright, I’ll let Bev know then.”

He left to call their bassist and Richie leaned back in the lounge chair in the Student Union. He began to hum the tune of their new song. The trashmouth pulled out his notebook and scribbled down some notes and lyric ideas.

I come home in the morning light / My mother says when you gonna live your life right / Oh mother dear we’re not the fortunate ones / And girls they wanna have fun / Oh girls just want to have fun

Richie smiled wide as he stilled his hand. He really wanted to meet his soulmate. From what he could gather by their taste in music, they’d be fun to be around.

“What are you smiling about?”

He looked up. Bill sat down across from him, eyebrow raised knowingly. Richie’s cheeks reddened as he looked back to his notebook.

When the working / When the working day is done / Oh when the working day is done oh girl / Girls, they wanna have fun

“My soulmate’s singing.”

Bill nodded, a smirk forming. “Beverly’s on her way,” he told him. “She’s bringing dinner, also.”

“God bless her fucking soul.”


Eddie watched as Stan threw himself dramatically on the couch in his apartment. He groaned loudly before regaining his composure and sitting up.

“Everything okay, Stan?” Eddie asked, genuinely concerned for his friend.

The curly haired teen looked up at him. “Yes and no.”

The brunet raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“Yes, I’m fine as in there isn’t anything actually wrong with me. No, I’m not fine because my soulmate won’t stop singing love songs.”

Eddie gave him a jealous look. “I’d take that over getting ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ stuck in my head every hour.”

Stan snorted. “I really want to meet them but it’s unlikely. I just hope the chances are good enough that we go to the same university.”

“I get what you mean. I want to meet my soulmate and beat the crap out of them for getting all those shitty songs stuck in my head, but yeah, I also want to meet them for the obvious reasons.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Eddie, but your soulmate sounds like a fucking nightmare,” his friend said. “Anyway, ready to start this dumbass history project?”

Eddie groaned and went over to the TV and turned it on.

“By the way, my roommate might be back, like, halfway through this documentary,” he explained as he inserted the DVD.

“I’m warning you now but history is honestly the most boring subject so don’t get mad at me if I fall asleep, which is very likely. Just pay extra attention,” Stan told him, pulling his feet up on the couch.

Eddie rolled his eyes and sat with him on the couch, pressing the play button. He tried to focus but the dull voice of the narrator explaining the French Revolution was making it hard. That and the new song stuck in his head.

Your sister thinks that I’m a freak / She’s been ignoring my calls, we haven’t spoken in a week / I get so drunk that I can’t speak / Yeah, nothing’s working and the future’s looking bleak and I say

“Really? Now of all times?”

“Song stuck in your head?” Stan asked as he repositioned himself to lie down.

Eddie nodded miserably. “Yeah, and it sounds loud. You know what I mean.”

“No, not really.”

Three beers and I’m so messed up, get drunk and I can’t shut up / She says that I drink too much / I fucked up and she hates my guts / She says that I need to grow up

“It always happens when I really need to focus. I feel like they know,” Eddie explained.

“Well, block it out and pay attention. I can feel my soul dying as this documentary progresses.”

The hypochondriac laughed at his friend and drew his legs up on the couch so he was sitting crisscross.

I’ll drink ‘til I’m staring at the ceiling / I’ll be just fine I’m numb and losing feeling / I can’t tell lies anymore

“What are we even supposed to do for this assignment?” Stan asked, looking over at Eddie.

He shrugged. “I think we’re supposed to watch the documentary and then write some questions? Our professor said he’d pick the best ones and use them as essay questions for the next test.”


I just don’t know what to do, I’m still fucked up over you / She says that I drink too much / Hawaiian red fruit punch / She says I need to grow up

“It shouldn’t be too bad considering the French Revolution is pretty straightforward,” said Eddie.

His friend groaned again, leaning his head back against the couch. “Kill me.”

True to his word, Stan fell asleep about ten minutes in. Eddie tried his best to pay attention, scribbling down possible ideas for questions, but four more songs came and went. The documentary had just ended when he heard the apartment door open. He looked up from the TV where he was removing the disc.

“Hey,” Eddie waved. “How was practice?”

Bill dropped his bookbag on the ground and headed into the kitchen.

“It was good,” he told Eddie as he poured himself a bowl of cereal before draping himself over the armchair. “We got a lot of stuff done and perfected the two covers we’re doing for Fridays show. Which you better still be going to.”

Eddie rolled his eyes when Bill gave him a pointed look. “I’m going.”

He grinned. “Good. Anyway, what the hell were you watching?”

“It was for a stupid assignment for my history class. Speaking of, Stanley, wake up! It’s over.”

He shoved Stan with his foot, jerking him awake.

“Okay, first off? Rude. Secondly, your couch is very uncomfortable, please tell me you don’t make guest sleep here.”

Eddie shrugged at him. “Do you wanna, like, stay and get take out or something?”

Stan stood up, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up a bit. “No, I should probably get back to my apartment and hope my roommate hasn’t burned it down,” he replied.

He seemed to just now notice Bill. “Oh, you must be Eddie’s roommate. I’m Stanley.”

Bill smiled at him and Eddie noticed Stan’s cheeks flush. “Bill.”

“Nice to meet you. Anyway, I should head out. I’ll see you tomorrow, Eddie.”

Eddie said his goodbyes as he walked out of the apartment. He noticed how his roommate’s eyes lingered on the doorway.

“Hey, just out of curiosity, is he single?” Bill asked, looking back at Eddie.

“Unbelievable,” he shook his head as he walked back to his room.

“What, Eddie? Are you going to answer my question or not?” his roommate shouted after him.

He ignored him in favor of his phone vibrating. He checked to see that it was a text from Stan.

[ from: bird boy ] Okay so uhh

[ from: bird boy ] Your roommate is hot as fuck

[ from: bird boy ] Like,, raw me please

[ to: bird boy ] never ever ever make me read those words ever again in my life

[ from: bird boy ] Pass the word on to him I’m begging you

[ to: bird boy ] im blocking you


“Is it okay if my roommate joins us for lunch? I promised I’d go with him last week but obviously forgot and then made plans with you. He just texted me asking where we’re meeting.”

Richie looked up and Bill and laughed. “Fine with me, Big Bill. You talk a lot about your roommate. I’m excited to meet him.”

Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Slow down, they don’t love you like I love you / Back up, they don’t love you like I love you / Step down, they don’t love you like I love you / Can’t you see there’s no other man above you? / What a wicked way to treat the girl that loves you / Hold up, they don’t love you like I love you / Oh, down, they don’t love you like I love you

He cracked a smile. “I really want to meet my soulmate.”

Bill raised an eyebrow.


His friend snorted and rolled his eyes before returning to texting his roommate about his whereabouts.

How did it come down to this? / Scrolling through your call list / I don’t wanna lose my pride, but I’m a fuck me up a bitch / Know that I kept it sexy, and know I kept it fun / There’s something that I’m missing, maybe my head for one

“Okay, he’s on his way. I told him I’d order for him so let’s get going.”

Richie nodded and followed Bill into the restaurant. They ordered their food, with Bill ordering also for his roommate, before diving deep into conversation.

“Bill, I swear to god, if you ask about him again I’m going to kill you.”

A short brunet stopped abruptly behind Bill, unaware of Richie’s presence. He took this time to admire him. He was cute. Really cute. Richie grinned.

“Hiya,” he said with a grin, taking the newcomer’s eyes off his friend.

“This is my friend Richie. Richie, this is my roommate Eddie,” Bill explained. “He’ll be having lunch with us if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie gave Richie a quick once over and a small smile before sitting down next to Bill. Their food arrived shortly after and they began to eat.

“So, Eddie,” the trashmouth began. “Are you coming to our show on Friday?”

Eddie looked up, his look a bit skeptical. “Our show?” he repeated.

“I’m sure you’ve heard all about the band from Bill.”

“You’re in that band?”

Richie laughed. “Eds, I formed that band!”

He grimaced. “Don’t call me Eds.”

The dark-haired teen reached over and pinched his new friend’s cheek. “But its cute, like you!”

Eddie slapped his hand away, only looking mildly embarrassed. He glanced at Bill.

“Is he always like this?” he asked.

Bill looked at his friend and sighed. “Sadly.”

Richie placed his hand on his chest in mock offense. “You hurt me, Bill. This isn’t how you were treating me last night. Why do you always have to act so different when we’re in public?” he whined as he began to pretend to cry dramatically.

“Beep beep, Richie.”

Richie grinned wide and pushed his chair back. “I have to go. You’d better be at that show tomorrow, Eddie, or I will be very sad!”

He slung his bag over his shoulder and headed toward the exit.

“He didn’t pay,” he heard Eddie say to Bill.

“This isn’t the first time.”

Richie waved over his shoulder and blew Bill a kiss. He winked at Eddie, his grin widening when he saw him blush.


Friday finally rolled around and Eddie decided to invite Stan to Bill’s band’s show. He made sure to specifically mention that his roommate was in this said band because he knew Stanley would never go otherwise.

“Can you please stop talking about you and my roommate fucking,” Eddie pleaded, pressing his fingers to his temples. “And are you sure you still want to go? You weren’t looking too good earlier.”

“It’s the depression,” Stan replied, giving him a look. “But I’m okay now.”

Eddie nodded. “Okay. Let me know if you want to leave at any time and we will.”

Can I get your number? / Can I get you into bed? / When we wake up in the morning / Will you give me lots of head?

“Oh, that’s nice,” Eddie sighed as they got closer to their destination.

“Another song?”

Eddie nodded.

“Me too. Or at least parts of a song.”

Everybody wants to love you / Everybody wants to love you! / Everybody wants to love you

They approached the venue, easily identifiable by music and cheering. They paid the entry fee and walked inside. Eddie was immediately greeted by sweaty, dancing bodies and loud music. He saw Richie up on stage, strumming a guitar. He spotted Bill in the back on the drums, and two other individuals: a girl on bass and a dark-skinned guy on another guitar. He couldn’t help but stare at Richie, who caught his gaze. The dark-haired boy grinned and winked at him before continuing with the song.

Will you lend me your toothbrush? Will you make me breakfast in bed? Ask me to get married And then make me breakfast again!

Eddie watched as the rest of the band joined in for the chorus.

Everybody wants to love you.”

He froze. The Richie sang the next part alone.

Everybody wants to love you!

Eddie felt as if his skin was on fire. His hands started shaking and checked his pockets, cursing internally because of course he didn’t bring his inhaler.

“Eddie!” Stan snapped him out of his daze. Distantly he heard the band sing another line. “Are you okay? You look like you’re about to throw up. Do you need me to take you to the bathroom?”

He could only nod. He didn’t think that he would react this way to meeting his soulmate. Stan grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd. He was dimly aware of the song ending and people cheering. He didn’t notice the look on Richie’s face when Stan pulled him into the bathroom. He turned the sink on and wet a paper towel, dabbing it on his face to cool himself down.

“Want to tell me what’s going on?”

“The lead singer of that band? The one on the guitar?”

“Richie? Yeah, he’s my roommate and best friend. He’s also terrible. What about him?” Stan asked, genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

Eddie stared at him. “He’s your roommate? You live with him?”

“Unfortunate, I know. Wait, how do you know him?”

“Bill introduced me.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “Oh, god. You’re the guy he’s been gushing on about for the past twenty-four hours. It’s disgusting.”

“Says the guy who won’t shut up about my roommate,” Eddie accused.

“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, what does you almost having an asthma attack have to do with Richie?” Stanley questioned, crossing his arms.

“Well he’s, uh, he’s my soulmate,” Eddie confessed.

The curly haired boy’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. How do you know? God, he’s going to be ecstatic when he finds out.”

Eddie reddened. “That song. It was stuck in my head on the walk over here. It sounded like it got so much louder when we came inside.”

Stan nodded. “Well, you have to tell him because he looked hurt when I had to drag you in here.”

“I literally only met him yesterday,” Eddie whined.

Stanley rolled his eyes. “Yet you like him! Man up and tell him that he’s your soulmate.” He gave Eddie a quick hug before exiting the bathroom.

Eddie took a deep breath. He moved to open the bathroom door but it was pushed open. Richie grabbed his hand.

“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

He short-circuited for a second. “I have to tell you something.”

Richie rubbed his thumb over the palm, making Eddie shiver. “Okay.”

Eddie looked away, cheeks red. “You’re my soulmate.”


“On the walk here, I had that song you just played stuck in my head and I’d never heard it before,” Eddie admitted.

“What did you listen to before meeting Bill for lunch yesterday?” Richie asked him.

“Um, I listened to Beyoncé. Lemonade specifically, but I don’t know what this has to do with anything.”

Richie pushed him back against the bathroom wall and grabbed the sides of his face. He kissed him hard, hands moving from his cheeks to his waist. Eddie was thrown off guard but immediately regained his composure, kissing him back earnestly, his fingers curling in his shirt. Richie coaxed his mouth open, the wet sounds of mouths and tongues pressing together filled the small room.

“I can’t believe you just made out with me in a fucking bathroom. Do you know how germy and disgusting these places are?” Eddie panted as they broke apart.

“Relax, babe. It’s not like I’m fucking you in a stall,” he grinned and pressed his forehead to Eddie’s. “Unless you want me to.”

Eddie pushed him away. “Beep beep, Richie,” he used the phrase he heard Bill say yesterday to get him to shut up. “Absolutely disgusting.”

Richie laughed and kissed him again, this time gentler. He pulled back and placed a kiss on his temple, intertwining their fingers together.

“I gotta get back out there,” he said, pulling him toward the exit. “I’ll dedicate the next song to you, darlin’.”

Eddie smiled wide as his soulmate led him back out into the crowd. He’d strangle him for singing all those annoying songs another night. Tonight was all about them.

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Follow up to Audiophile

So, what is the first thing you do when you’ve discovered that your new neighbour posts audio porn online? You lie back on your back and plug your earphones in then go through all of his audios…all of them. You listen to his breaths, laughs and groans over and over until they’re imprinted into your mind. that’s what you do.

Then you imagined him. You imagined his plump lips clamped between his teeth as he stifles a groan. You imagined his bare chest rising up and down as he tried to suck as much air as he could. You imagined his black hair sticking to his forehead after he spends 10 minutes edging.

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Operation Henderson and Harrington Pt. 5 ~ Mini-Series

Summary: The kids take it upon themselves to test their matchmaking skills. With a little help, they form a plot to get you and Steve together by Halloween.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x (Henderson!You) Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Language! Mostly from Dustin.

A/N: HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU ALL!!!!! Here is the moment you have all been waiting for!

Part One ~ Part Two ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~ Part Five ~ Part Six ~ Part Seven FINALE


Phase Six of Operation Henderson and Harrington: Get Y/N and Steve to see each other.

Your feet were killing you. The red heels were a horrible idea and you couldn’t help but wonder if you could just sit on every porch that you saw. How could anyone wear heels for such long periods of time? You couldn’t figure it out!

Despite the discomfort, you were having a lot of fun. El and Max seemed so carefree as they ran up to every single house, skipping and laughing as they moved around with their arms locked together. El kept offering you pieces of candy but you insisted that she keep it for herself. This was her first Halloween where she was able to relax and be a kid, and you just knew she was loving every minute.

You couldn’t help but wonder when you’d be running into the boys and Steve. You had been trick or treating for over an hour now and there hadn’t been one sighting.

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anonymous asked:

Can u do an angst imagine when yoongi calls you clingy, you change and then regrets it

Originally posted by mvssmedia

“I love you,” you sang with a giggle into Yoongi’s ear. He seemed to cringe, a flash of annoyance passing over his brow, before he removed your hands from around his headphones which you’d lifted and replaced it on his head. “I’m trying to work right now, (y/n),” he drawled. “What,” you pouted playfully, “just my name? No baby, sweety, or honey? No milk, no suga?” You laughed at your own joke. He didn’t.

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half shut eyes

Summary: You had one rule. Bucky just couldn’t help himself. || modern au

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: implied smut, language, fwb relationship implied

Word Count: 2,021 [wow, sorry]

A/N: This is definitely not what the song is about, but I’m glad I managed to figure something out that didn’t involve cheating. My prompt was Magnets by Disclosure, for my querida Marye’s [ @persephone-is-here-omg ] writing challenge. Hope you all enjoy! | masterlist

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“Where’s Malfoy?” The vacant spot next to professor Sinistra immediately caught his eye. Usually he was greeted every morning with a “Late for breakfast again now, are we? You know you could just set an alarm for once like a normal person.” And Harry would respond with something among the lines of “I’m not a normal person, I’m the chosen one.” Then Malfoy would roll his eyes while Harry did a dramatic hair flip.

He always loved seeing Malfoy struggle to suppress a smile every time he did that, and had gotten quite accustomed to their morning ritual.

“Called in sick this morning. Migraine I believe.” Answered professor Mcgonagall.

“Odd. I don’t believe he’s ever been sick since he started working here.” Professor Sinistra looked a bit worried.

“Shouldn’t someone go check on him?”

“Yes, excellent idea Harry. Why don’t you go bring our favorite Slytherin a nice cup of tea? Maybe mention you still haven’t bought an alarm clock while you’re at it.” Neville always made comments like these and Harry still didn’t know why. He and Malfoy seemed to get along just fine but as soon as Harry suggested Neville should go to him to run an errand or something he always sent Harry instead.

“Uhm, well I don’t think I’ll bother him with my non existing shopping habits but I’ll go and have a look. If someone could cover the first couple of minutes of my second years…?”

“Yes of course Harry.” Sounded the answer from Neville, professor Mcgonagall and Flitwick, who exchanged some knowing looks with each other.

“Right then… I’ll go pay him a visit…” Harry gave his colleagues a strange look.

“You go do that Potter.”

“A task right up your alley.”

“Remember to be safe!” Called Neville after him. Sometimes Harry didn’t really get his co-workers. After giving them another questioning look Harry walked off towards the dungeons. It was too early to deal with their weird behaviour.

“Malfoy? Malfoy are you in there?” Harry got no response, but when he pressed his ear to the door he could hear heavy, irregular breathing. Someone was in there at least, and if it wasn’t Malfoy then Harry had to chase the intruder out. And if it was Malfoy then he might be in dire need of help since he didn’t answer.

He decided to open the door.

“Malfoy? Are you in here? I brought tea… “ Harry looked around in the room. It didn’t look like Malfoy was suffering from migraine. The torches on the sides of the walls were burning brightly and illuminated a true mess of a room. Clothes, books, quills and a couple of empty wine bottles decorated the floor.

“Malfoy?” The blond man sat on the middle of his king-sized bed on the far end of the room. He was hugging his knees, and stared out of the window looking out into the great lake. He didn’t respond.

Harry took some tentative steps towards the bed, careful not to trod on anything. “Are you alright? Minerva said…”

His words got stuck in his throat. The closer he got the more he saw. Malfoy was clutching a ministry letter in his hands, the date above the writing told Harry it had arrived the day before. But what shook him the most was that Malfoy was crying.

Silent tears were running down his face, showing no sign of stopping any time soon.

“What happened?” Harry put down the steaming mug of tea on the nightstand, shocked. The last time he’d seen Malfoy cry was during sixth year in the bathroom, just before he cocked everything up by nearly murdering him.

Something bad must have happened. Something really bad.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was barely above a whisper. He felt nerves pool in his gut waiting for the answer.

What could have upset Malfoy so much? What on earth could possibly have the power to break the man who even after the war and the trials hadn’t been broken. The man who had turned Slytherin from a mouldy and disgusting mess into a proud and fierce house again. The man who had been so strong that even Ron had started to admire his character, though he would never admit it.

“He’s reopening his case. He’s blaming everything on me. Everything.” Malfoy drew a couple of shaky breaths. He looked like he could pass out any moment.

Harry suddenly felt his insides turn to ice. It had been ten years since the trials. Ten years. That meant convicts could now ask for a do-over of their case.

He pried the ministry letter from Malfoy’s cramped up hands and read. His frozen insides fell out. Lucius Malfoy was pleading not-guilty, on the grounds that his son had forced him to join Voldemort’s ranks. His own son. He was blaming everything on his own son.

“I won’t let them do this to you. I won’t let them force you to re-live everything, I won’t.” Harry crumbled up the letter in his shaking hands. He wanted to punch something, or floo to the ministry and tell them exactly why this was not happening, or…

“Please leave.” Sniffled Malfoy. “I need to be alone right now.” It broke Harry’s heart that the man thought Harry could leave him alone when he was in such a high state of distress. If ever there had been a moment when Malfoy should not be alone, it was now.

Malfoy tried to wipe the tears from his eyes, tried to recompose himself. Harry caught his hands. “Don’t. Don’t do that. He betrayed you. He is your father and he betrayed you. You’re allowed to be upset.”

“I’m not, Potter.” He tried to free his hands while avoiding Harry’s gaze. “I’m fucking not, I should have been in class ten minutes ago. I can’t… “

“You can. Fuck you Malfoy, for thinking that you don’t even deserve to be upset about this.” Malfoy tried to pull his hands free again, and this time Harry pulled back. Without much resistance Malfoy fell towards Harry, who let go of his hands and wrapped him into a hug.

“Shove it Malfoy.” He kicked off his shoes and sat down on the bed, holding Malfoy tightly wrapped in his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Malfoy didn’t protest anymore, suddenly he felt all of his energy drain away. He’d barely survived the first trials, repeating everything… It was too much to ask. He didn’t even have the energy to feel ashamed for crying in front of his former rival, his current crush.

He caved and he caved hard. “He is my dad.” Malfoy buried his head in the crook of Harry’s neck, his voice broken by tears. “What kind of monster do you have to be, in order to make your own father hate you?”

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Do It For Your Mother

request for @cas-backwards-tie who wanted a fic that had the batmom encouraging her family into  going on a benefit walk with her

The apathetic groan the rolls over the living room makes your eyes squint angrily. The teen angst you were expecting, but the disinterested gaze from your husband really irks you. Were you asking too much? You didn’t think so. If this was something that they wanted to do you’d do it, no hesitation.

“Mom, it’s purple,” Tim says with a raised eyebrow holding up the shirt that you’d thrown at each of them.

“And?” You ask with a raised eyebrow.

“None of us wear purple,” he says if it were obvious.

“I didn’t know that purple was off limits, I’m so sorry to have insulted your fashion sense,” you say with pursed lips.

“It’s not a color we particularly fond of mom,” Dick chimes in. “And besides this weekend is kind of busy. We all have things to do.”

“What things?” You ask asked arms crossing over your chest. “None of you ever have anything to do on the weekends you all just lay around the house.”

“Kori and I have plans,” Dick says rather quickly. “Big Plans. At our apartment. That’s not here. Not anywhere close to Gotham at all, so I won’t be able to even contemplate attending.”

“I also don’t live here and have plans,” Jason says nodding his head along with Dick’s excuse.

“I have a test,” Damian says simply, not meeting your eyes.

“I also have a test, and a weekend field trip planned… for extra credit.” Tim says in a rather unconvincing tone.

Your eyes drift over to your husband, who is visibly wracking his brain, looking for an excuse to deny your request. But he doesn’t have to, you’ve never been a pushy person. If they didn’t want to do this walk with you, you wouldn’t force them, even if it hurt your feelings.

“All right,” you say with a sigh, letting your arms fall limply to the sides in disappointment. A weak smile crosses your face, “There is always next time.”

A chorus of “Yeahs!” echo around the room, and before you can blink the room is vacated.

You’re left in the room alone, save for your husband who came to stand in front of you.  Warm large hands come to rest affectionately on your shoulders, and began to squeeze rather gently.

“Maybe next time, sweetheart,” He says pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

You don’t respond and instead dejectedly nod your head.

There was something wrong. More than wrong, it seemed that catastrophe had happened. They all noticed it, how quiet the house had seemed. It was a Saturday morning and everything was quiet.  There was no smell of muffins. No soft chattering in the kitchen, and no one kissed their cheeks and whispered, “good morning,” while giving them tight hugs.

They find themselves congregating in the living room, all slightly confused. They all look at each other rather confused. It’s Damian was the first to say something, “Where is mother?”

Eyes fall on Bruce first, who unfortunately could not answer the question.

“Really?” Jason says incredulously. “Batman doesn’t know where his wife is?”

“Do you want me to stalk her?” Bruce asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I think we are just a little surprised that you don’t have a tracker on her,” Dick says interjecting with a calm voice to keep the conversation from getting out of hand.

Bruce doesn’t respond at first, averting his eyes from the group, eventually he says, “I did.”


“She did have one, she was just upset when she found it. We agreed to not have one.”

“What perceptive thinking, now she could be gone. Taken by some villain for nefarious purposes,” Damian says slightly outraged.

“It’s only been a couple of hours,” Dick says with a shrug. “We don’t know that this means anything is wrong.”

There is a quiet that fell over the room all thinking solemnly, “But there could be.”

Alfred’s familiar footsteps work their way into the living room. The slight roll of his eyes and shake of his head goes unnoticed by all of the younger males, except one.

Tim pulls his phone from his pocket, thinking he may have a clue as to where their “missing” mother might be. The walk she had been talking about was for Alzheimer’s, if he remembered correctly. As he typed the information in, it wasn’t hard to find what he was looking for, there was even new coverage of the event.

The first video that appears makes his eyes go wide, he hits play and lets the sound fill the room.

“It’s a beautiful day here in Gotham, Mark, and the walk to end Alzheimer’s is already underway. It busy today and so many more people have turned out than originally anticipated. Even a local celebrity has appeared.”

The sound causes the others to stop bickering. They turned to look at him bewilderedly as the clip continues.

“Oh, really? Who’s out there Vicki?”

“If you look just over my shoulder, you should be able to make her out.”

“Is that Mrs. Wayne?” The anchor asks in surprise.

At that they all swarmed behind him, trying to get a view of the screen. Sure enough, the woman that they called mother/wife was there.  She was talking to some of the other participants with a large smile on her face.

“I’m going to see if she’ll talk to us, Mark.”

Vicki walks up to the unsuspecting woman. It’s not until the camera is nearly shoved into her face does she notice her audience. She has a slightly surprised look on her face, but she quickly regains her composure and the lovely smile that they were all familiar with spreads across her face.

“Mrs. Wayne! How are you? We weren’t expecting you to be here today.”

“I’m fine,” she starts with a smile. “I just wanted to come out and support everyone today. This walk means a lot to me.”

“Oh, really? Is it personal?” Vicki says, genuinely interested.

“Yes, I lost my mother a little while back.”

“Really?” Vicki says in surprise.

“Yes, before I came to Gotham. She had early onset Alzheimer’s. We really didn’t know how to take care of her, and there were times we felt hopeless. I don’t want other people to have feel like that, so I came out here to walk with everyone.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, Mrs. Wayne and this is a great thing that you’re doing. Will your family be joining you today?”
They saw it, for a moment, her face fall in visual disappointment. And everyone felt horrible, felt their hearts clutch in guilt.

“Unfortunately, they had prior engagements today. So, it’s just me.”

“You must be disappointed,” Vicki says with a frown.

“Of course not,” she says with a smile. “Sometimes our schedules just don’t match up.”

A woman calls out to the participants in the background, catching her attention.

“Seems like I’m needed. Nice to see you again, Vicki.”

She gives Vale and the camera a wave and begins walking away.

Tim pauses the video, leaving the frame stuck on Viki’s face as silence fills the room. The guilt in the atmosphere was palpable.

Perhaps none of them felt guiltier than Bruce. He had known about her mother and the trouble she and her family had. She had cried to him about it on the anniversary of her death not a few months ago. How could he have let her go do this alone?

“We really are just giant assholes, huh?” Jason said and everyone felt slightly surprised at his words, but no one disagreed.

Dick ran a frustrated hand through his hair, “We literally just complained about how we didn’t like the color purple.”

They sit their silently until the butler makes his presence known.

He clears his throat and they all look at him. “I took the liberty of pressing these shirts for all or you, sir. I assumed you’d be joining the mistress when you all awoke.”

A deft silence falls over the room before Bruce makes the first move. He grabs on of the shirt sitting on the top of the pile.

“Thank you, Alfred,” He says taking the shirt and slipping it on over his head. He looks back to his boys, “Hurry up, we don’t want to keep her waiting too long.”

Damien is next, silently taking the shirt from the slightly smug butler. The rest of the boys follow suit and then are out the door quickly behind their father.

A small smile plays at Alfred’s lips as he pulls out a cell phone typing in a quick message.

It felt strange to have so many eyes on you when you were alone. You probably shouldn’t have stopped to talk to Vicki, that definitely drew more attention on you than you wanted. Usually people didn’t recognize you if you weren’t all dressed up, and Bruce could deflect from the attention with just a smile.

A vibration runs up your thigh snapping you out your thoughts. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, a text flashes over the screen.

‘Incoming’- Alfred.

You’re confused at first and then as your mind turns over the phrase you can’t help the smile that comes over your face.

‘Thank you, Al’

You fall out of step with the group around you and head to the nearest rest station and lean up against the tree. There’s no need to text them, they’ll find you, and plus you don’t want to ruin the surprise.

Ten minutes passes and while you’re waiting and you start to get a little sleepy. Eyes close and you almost begin to dose off until a hand touches your arm lightly.

Your eyes snap open in surprise only to relax the concerned look of a young woman in front of you.

“Are you all right, Mrs. Wayne?”

The fact that everyone knows your name always takes a moment for you to get used to and causes you to hesitate for a moment before you respond with a gracious smile, “I’m fine I just needed a break.”

She nods, tight chocolate curls bouncing with the movement of your head, “I know what you mean. Sometimes I-”

She stops mid-sentence full lips pulling into a surprised ‘O’ shape. Her brown eyes flash over at you and then back in the direction behind you.

Small arms come to wrap around your waist and a head buries itself into your abdomen. You can’t help the loving smile that spreads across your face. You look down into the green eyes of your son. He opens his mouth to say something but he’s seemingly remembers something. He turns his head and narrows his eyes at the woman.

“Leave,” he says sharply. Quickly your hand finds it way over his mouth.
“You’ll have to forgive him,” a deep voice starts, “He’s missed his mother, so he’s being a little selfish.”

A kiss plants itself on the side of your forehead and warmth runs over you as an arm wraps itself around your shoulders.

“O-Of course, Mr. Wayne.” The girl says with wide eyes. She backs away before turning around and working her way back to her own group of friends.

“You know she’s going to tell everyone she saw you, right?” You hum turning to look at your husband.

“Nothing we can’t handle, right?” He says with a shrug and small smirk.

“I suppose.”

“Are you guys done making goo-goo eyes at each other, we’re going to fall behind the crowd,” an irritated voice calls from the other side of you.

Confusion works its way over you face as you realize that everyone has come. Your older boys give you a smile and wave, or in Jason’s case a roll of his eyes and a smirk.

“What are you guys doing here? I thought you didn’t want to come.”

“We, didn’t know how much this meant to you, mom. So, we wanted to be here to do something for you. The way you always help us when we have problems,” Dick says with a sweet smile.

Your heart melts at his words, “But how did you guys find out?”

“We saw you talking to, Vicki. We felt like jerks when we found out about your mom, mom.” Tim says with a slight shrug. “Alfred also helped a little, with the guilt trip.”

“I’ll have to thank him when we get home then.”

“You should have told us,” Damian says with a little bite in his tone. He pulls away from your waist to glare up at you, “If I had known, I certainly would have made sure that everyone was present, purple or not.”

“It’s not a mother’s job to lay her burdens on her children,” you say ruffling his hair smiling as his sharp eyes relaxing at your words and touch. “It means a lot to me that you came, though.”

“Of course,” he says with a haughty nod of his head. “I would never abandon you.”

“Hey, don’t be such a suck up, brat.” Jason interrupts. “We all showed up.”

“Yes, well it matters more that I’m here because I’m her favorite,” Damian says with a smirk.

“You don’t know that!” Tim suddenly snaps, cool demeanor breaking.

“What, you don’t actually believe her when she says we’re all her favorite, do you? How much of a child can you be?” The smirk on young boy’s face irritates his elder brothers.

“Listen, brat-” Jason starts but Dick interjects placing his hands on both Tim and Jason’s shoulders.

“I think we all know who’s her favorite.”

The others open their mouths to retort but when Dick nods his head in a direction and the rest of the boys turn to look, they all let out a sigh.

Hands entwined you and Bruce are already walking back down the trail catching up to the rest of the group. He whispers something to you and you let out a laugh that makes you sound like a school girl.

“We always lose to him,” Tim says slightly irritated.

The other boys grunt in agreement.

Damian is the first to make his way toward you, his pace in a light jog, “At least we all know I’m her second favorite.”

“Not likely, brat,” Jason calls chasing after him.

Tim and Dick and follow after the pair quickly.

You look back to see your boys catching up to you smile. You were lucky to have such sweet boys.

Close Encounter

Summary: In which Bucky and Y/N find themselves in a bit of an awkward position. 

Bucky Barnes Masterlist


Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

“Hey,” Sam said, flinging himself onto the armchair. “Where are the girls at?”

“Kitchen,” Steve mumbled, his mouth full of crisps. Sam rolled his eyes.

“Thought you were supposed to be a gentleman.”

Steve merely shrugged in response, shoving another handful of crisps into his mouth. Bucky shook his head in amusement, before checking his phone.

“So, Barnes,” Sam said, leaning towards him with a shit-eating grin on his face. “What’s going on with you and Y/N?”

Bucky raised an eyebrow and glanced up at Sam, not saying a word. Steve looked at Bucky, an amused smirk on his face.

“What do you mean?”

Steve and Sam shared a glance, before looking back at Bucky.

“Well…. you know,” Sam said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

Bucky frowned, before putting his phone down.

“Do elaborate.”

Sam and Steve shared another knowing look, before looking back at Bucky once more.

“You guys seem… friendly,” Steve said, causing Bucky to shrug.

“She’s nice.”


Bucky huffed and rolled his eyes.

“She’s a nice person and a skillful agent.”

“Right,” Sam said, his eyes still on Bucky.

Bucky turned his attention back to his phone.

“Alright, alright, alright,” Natasha sang as she entered the room holding a bottle in each hand.”

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Escape - Chapter Ten

SPN FanFic

~Y/N and Dean are abducted after a night at the bar and thrown into a maze of horrors. Can Sam track down his brother and girlfriend in time? Can they even hold on that long?~

Dean, Reader; Sam

1,441 Words

Series Warnings: Angst. Show level violence. Graphic gore and blood. Extreme situations that may cause anxiety and fear. Character injury and trauma. (Extra Warnings in the tags)

A/N: Anyone still with me? 

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Chapter Ten: The Road Through Hell - 

Dean had to bend down a bit to fit down the passage. He ducked his head, avoiding beams every few feet and led the way as Y/N shuffled behind him.

The walls were not walls, but dirt, same as the floor, same all around. Dean figured they were in a basement, but if he was being honest, he was trying not to think about it. Things moved in the dirt, things that slithered and crawled. Things with tails and legs and antennae and teeth. Things he’d rather not think about. He was sure Y/N was in the same frame of mind, though she made a little more noise than he, jumping and gasping every so often as something slithered through her peripheral vision.  

The light from the room of fire had only taken them so far, and now they walked in darkness. Dean kept one hand on the wall to his left, and Y/N’s fingertips gently grazed his back, keeping him within arm’s reach. The farther they walked, the darker it got, and slowly, Dean began to realize that he was crouching down more and more as the ceiling lowered itself in front of him. It was a gradual slope, but the floor did not turn as the ceiling did, and soon Dean was bent in half. He stopped then and fell to his knees, deciding to take a breather before he started to crawl.

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Parallel Universe: Exhibit A

Could you create the world in FtWD VIII? “You would have walked into my bar one summer night,” Elyza whispered as hips moved against her own, wanting to go again. “I would have seen you and fallen in love, but played it overly cool. Invited you back to mine. Fucked you til sun up and sent you on your way.” Please. And thank you for your work.

“Yeah, yeah, I swear I go to class,” she muttered, meandering around the back dock in small, lazy circles as she mumbled into the phone balanced on her shoulder. “I’m not working too many hours. I’m getting it all done, I swear.”

On the other end, a woman fret and tried to make sure the bartender kept up with her studies, all while still on the other side of the world. It made Elyza smile, despite the roll of her eyes to each mundane, motherly question.

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Naughty Boy*

Steve Rogers x Reader Fic

Paring: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 2068
Warnings: Fluff, Embarrassed Steve, Smut NSFW (18+)

Song: Nasty Naughty Boy by Christina Aguilera (this is what happens when I spend the day trolling Spotify instead of being productive.)

Summary: Steve’s birthday takes a surprising turn.

“What in the world are we doing here?” Steve asked, cheeks already reddening.

“You only turn a hundred once, Cap,” Natasha snickered, leading Steve toward a table just slightly off center of the stage.

“Yeah, but…” he sighed when Bucky clamped the metal hand on his shoulder and shoved him in a chair.

“You’re such a wuss. It’s not a strip club, so what’s your beef?” Bucky snickered.

“Yeah, Cap. It’s burlesque. You don’t even get to see… the fun bits,” Sam snickered. “Plus, this is a nice place. Classy.”

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Where You Belong

Dan had always wanted to be in a D/s relationship, but he doesn’t know how to sub properly. That was until he met Phil.

So I wrote this with no proper plot in mind, I already have 4 chapters and no idea when it’ll end lmao this is just an excuse to write lots of kinky shit tbh. I’ll keep writing this series as long as I have ideas maybe?

2690 words of Dom!Phil and sub!dan, masturbation, smut.

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~Part 2~

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NCT Reaction to realizing they’re in love with their best friend

Anonymous requested: How would nct react when they realize they’re in love with their best friend?

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  • Taeil realizes he’s in love with you when he chokes on an ice cube and you save his life. Lol I’m kidding. Maybe. Not really. Anyways. I feel like it’d be something along that line though, Taeil realizes he cares about you far more than normal when he’s realized you read each other so well. Being more of a quiet guy, I almost call Taeil the KSoo of NCT, he’s quiet and reserved, but open and fun with his best buddies. You have to be his clique to really understand him. When you became best friends, he realized he loved you, not romantically, but he appreciated you so much for taking the time to be his friend. And after a while, he’s come to realize he cares so much about you, that he loved you before, but he’s in love with you now. I honestly think he’d keep it to himself, unless he had some knowledge that you liked him back, with you being best friends, he didn’t want to lose that, so he’d bury his feelings unless he knew for sure they were returned.


  • Ah our big dumb JoJo impersonator, how I love thee. He’s lowkey a big flirt, and besides that, he’s our resident hype man, so you know your friendship would be the most supportive, positive, and a lil bit of sexual tension naturally. But Johnny realizes he’s too far gone in the feels, after one too many compliments from you, and you know how blushy and giggly he gets from compliments, that even though you’re kind of embarrassing the hell out of him, he never wants you to stop talking about him. A moment he realizes that you speaking so highly of him, has a complete different affect on him, than when others compliment him, makes him reflect on why. Obviously you’re a close friend, your words outweigh strangers’ opinions, but still, there’s something more…When it actually hits him that holy fuck I love you, Johnny is so damn giddy and smiley on the spot that he can’t even hide it from you. “What’s got you so smiley all of a sudden?” “Just realized I love you, that’s all.” 


  • Taeyong would be so completely fucked. He’s always been super lovey to his best friend, obviously, he loves them in a non-romantic way first. Plus he’s such a mom. So affection between you and him isn’t uncommon at all. It sort of smacks him in the face in a second, Taeyong’s having fun teaching you how to cook. Seeing you concentrate so hard, hanging off his every word, he can’t help but think “they’re so cute, help me”. As soon as Taeyong realizes what he’s just thought, a warm feeling towards you he’s never felt before, he freezes up. He’s so caught off guard, unable to understand why he’s suddenly feeling this way towards his best friend, Taeyong shuts down. A moment ago, he was laughing loudly and making fun of how much salt you were adding, and now he’s lost in his mind, and so quiet it’s like you’re alone, and you have no idea what’s happened that made him this way so fast. It’s going to be an awkward silence moment, and a long thinking session later on Taeyong’s part for him to figure out what he’s going to do about this.


  • Whether his confidence is all a mask, or not, you know damn well Yuta would be a little shit with his best friend. And there’s literally no boundaries so trying to put a line where friend activities and relationship activities meet or cross or stop is pretty much impossible. He hangs all over you, jokes about you being his s/o to keep weird people away from you, he’s basically your boyfriend without you seeing his dick already, and you’re just friends. So him actually realizing his feelings for you is way more difficult since what friends do and don’t do blurs so much in your relationship. The only way I can describe Yuta’s reaction with understanding his feelings and realizing he likes you more than he should is just summed up by: “…well fuck.”


  • Doyoung is pretty…blunt, so to say, lol. Just like Yuta, I don’t think he’d have any problem face forward telling you that he loves you more than a friend. Plus he’d realize his feelings have shifted right away, there wasn’t really a moment or anything that happened that make Doyoung think about you, just one day he looks at you and is like, “I feel different when I see you than I did before….hmmm.” I swear he’d just throw it at you like it really was nothing. “I love you. “I know that you dolt, I love you too.” “No, I love you.” “Oh.” “Yeah. Now pass the popcorn.”


  • Aw can you imagine that pretty Ten smile when he gets all giddy and happy that he’s realized he’s head over heels for you? Ten’s so cute. Ten would honestly hide it, but he’s such a dummy that he doesn’t realize his efforts to bury his emotions is very noticeable. I mean, the poor boy can’t handle looking at a butt, how is he supposed to handle realizing he’s in love with, and is presumably attracted to, his best friend? He gets that serious face and avoids eye contact after it’s hit him and you’re like, “okay what the fuck happened why won’t you look at me? did yuta put something on my face again? istg if he drew another dic-” and Ten’s too much of a bub and can’t handle having to hold back his affections with you to try and hide his feelings that he just completely spills and then almost has a heart attack when he’s done and he’s like, “well no taking it back now f u c k” and you just end up looking at him like, “that’s it? you’ve been ignoring me…because you love me? that’s so stupid let’s go get ice cream you big dummy.”


  • Okay Jaehyun is going to be the most level headed and calm one of the boys, trust me on this. His weird ass skills on Law of the Jungle and shit, he’s a man and knows what’s up and it’s not the end of the world so let’s all just c h i l l o u t. He realizes it fairly easily, it’s not hard to miss when you figure out ‘when the fuck did I start wanting to kiss you??? when did that happen?????? oh well. just gonna roll with it then’. His weird butt probably realizes it at 2am for no reason and then the dud texts you. “hey just letting you know i love you. like love love. we still on for brunch tomorrow or nah?’ and go to bed. 


  • Ugh my baby. Y’all laugh at me for babying Mark but if you knew me, you’d know WW is my actual baby. No idea why I do it. He’s my child. Anyways. WinWin would be so fcking shy and quiet about it. He’d probably already had a crush on you when you met, and just put it on the back burner because who needs a relationship and you’re fun anyways so hey let’s be friends! So he’s already on a slippery slope. WinWin isn’t…reserved. He’s part of the savage squad but he’s still way more quiet than the others, but that’s mostly language barrier and thankfully that’s breaking now a days and we can see WinWin being happier and more comfortable. Anyways, WW would probably realize he loves you at some late night get together or something, and the whole gang is there and yeah you’re his best friend but he’d think you’d choose to have fun with the group, but when you end up just chilling in the back with him, content with sitting back and just enjoying the insanity, he gives you this look like, ‘you’d really rather sit here than have fun with them? just because i’m here? fuck i love you….wait a minute.’ And you know he’d ask Taeyong wtf is happening and what to do. So he’d probably end up keeping it to himself for so long until Taeyong and the gang have hyped him up enough that he confesses.


  • Oh the poor shy baby. Can you imagine the blushing wow. It finally occurs to our fully capable Mark, when he’s faced with thinking about a life without you. He’s probably just showed you the new choreo for a comeback, and gets all blushy and shy when you’re all hyped and clapping and praising him, and a thought occurs to him, “what if you’re not always here? what if they leave? or I leave?”. It’s a moment where he’s realized he never wants to be away from you, and that ends up making him think of why he feels that way. “Well of course I love them, they’re my best friend but…is that love bleeding in to something else?” 
    He’d be so quiet and reserved about it. Mark would prob end up confessing to one of his brothers, and they’d just tell him to spill his guts. So after like a week of trying to figure his feelings out, he’ll come clean to you, and just hopes you don’t reject him, and prays this doesn’t ruin your friendship forever.


  • Being one of the babies, he’s definitely going to be the more flustered one of the group when he’s realized he’s legit head over heels for his best friend. It takes Channie quite a while longer to actually realize what’s going on, it’s not a split moment where he’s like, ‘crap…i love love them.’, more he’s started to actually notice he’s being more cutesy towards you for no reason, and he wants to cuddle you more, and an extremely fluffy dream to make him realize. Haechan’s one that’ll definitely sit on it for a while, and question himself over it. “Yeah I think they’re cute but like…they’re my friend. Of course they’re cute! It’s not weird that I think they’re cute! But why did I have all those date dreams…people don’t have fluffy dream dates with their bffs….do they?” I so feel like he’ll have to ask for a second opinion, and of course, you’re his bestie soooo. “Listen, so I keep having these dreams and idk what they mean.” “You doorknob, you freakin love me. That’s lame lol.”
Cravings & Thrills // Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: Spencer & Reader spend entire day teasing each other. Smut ensues upon arriving home.

Requested by: keejaymarie02

Warnings: Smut

“I wish we were home,” you whispered in Spencer’s ear as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind. He tensed at the sudden contact, turning his head slightly to try and look at you. “The things I want to do to you,” you hummed as you placed small kisses along his neck. He involuntarily shivered as your warm breath hit the skin of his neck. 

“The things I want to make you feel,” you whispered as you lightly bit his neck. Spencer’s mind immediately swam with images of the two of you in bed, tangled in each other.

A sharp whistle caused you to separate as Morgan walked into the empty office, staring straight at the both of you with a cocky smile.

“Keep it classy you two,” he chuckled as he walked past. You smirked at Spencer’s blushing face, placing a quick kiss on his head before sitting back at your desk.

You stood in front of the open refrigerator in the break room as you chugged down some water. Your eyes widened as you felt an arm wrap around you from behind but instantly relaxed when you recognized the smell of Spencer’s cologne. Your head turned to see him looking at you with a dangerously seductive gaze.

“You need to stop teasing,” Spencer whispered as his hands moved to your hips, grabbing them as he subtly pushed himself into you from behind. You let out a small moan as you felt the shape of his cock against you. He grinned as he reached forward for a water bottle with one hand as the other trailed down the front of your jeans, lingering dangerously close to your warmth before he took a step back with a small smirk. You watched as he retreated out of the room, stopping to turn and give you a wink before disappearing out the door.

You laughed as Emily tossed you the bright yellow eraser. The two of you had been playing catch with it for the past ten minutes and had yet to drop it. It was a new record considering Emily’s horrible aim when it came to the simple game.

Spencer snuck glances at the two of you at play, a small grin on his face at the childish smile that graced your features.

“Oh, crap,” Emily sighed as she threw the eraser only to have it hit Spencer’s mug of coffee and bounce onto the floor. He looked up startled at the sudden impact as a few drops of coffee splashed onto his papers.

“I got it,” you replied with a laugh as you walked over to Spencer’s desk. You bent down to grab it, noticing Spencer’s stare as you did so. Emily rolled her eyes as Spencer unashamedly stared at the sight of your ass in your tight jeans right in his face.

“Come on guys,” Emily said with a small laugh and shake of her head.

The loud slam echoed throughout the apartment as your lips automatically attacked Spencer’s, pushing him against the wooden door roughly. He kissed back with equal fervor as you hands worked quickly to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off in seconds. His own hands trailed against the skin underneath your shirt before pushing the fabric over your head and throwing it carelessly onto the floor.

Your skin felt like it was on fire as the two of you walked backwards, your lips never parting as you undressed each other at an impressive rate. A trail of shirts, jeans, and underwear all lead into your bedroom. You grinned devilishly as you pushed a bare naked Spencer down onto the bed, climbing over him in a predatory manner.

“Here’s the game,” you breathed against his neck as you placed sloppy kisses against it, “I’m going to do what I want, and you’re not allowed to touch me.”

Spencer groaned as you sat back, his dick pressed against your bare ass. His hands went to position your hips above him, eager to get inside of you. You grinned as you immediately pinned his hands above him.

“No touching,” you reminded as Spencer frowned. He squirmed as you slowly worked your way down, the tip of his cock sliding against your wet slit for a split second and teasing him.

He shivered as your warm tongue drew a line from his navel to his shaft, the warm sensation sending sparks through his skin and making his insides crave your touch even more.

“Oh god,” he moaned as you swirled your tongue around the tip of his dick slowly. You took his length into your mouth in one motion earning another loud moan from Spencer as it hit the back of your throat. His hand instinctively reached down to hold you head in place, his hips already bucking trying to reach deeper into your throat. You swatted his hand away as you released his dick from your mouth.

“Y/N,” he whined as he realized just how little control you were giving him. You smirked as you placed your mouth around him again, this time bobbing your head up and down at a constant pace. He moaned, his hands reaching to grab at his own hair in a mixture of pleasure and frustration as he kept them away from you.

Your head bobbed as you felt the salty taste of his precum fill your mouth. You swallowed it happily and flicked your tongue against his sensitive tip. Spencer’s breathing was becoming more ragged by the second and you tore your mouth away as you felt him nearing his orgasm. Spencer let out a frustrated groan at your teasing, his hand pulling you up with a confidence he only exhibited at an extreme state of arousal.

“No more teasing,” he growled as he sat you on his hips and spread your legs on either side of him. You smirked as he grabbed his dick underneath you and pressed it against your slit. You moaned softly at the sensation before releasing a louder moan as he slammed into you with one swift motion.

“Fuck,” you breathed as he grabbed your hips and kept them in place as he pounded mercilessly into you. Your insides clenched at his movement, sending you into your first orgasm of the night. He smirked triumphantly as he felt you come onto his dick as he continued to thrust into you.

“Oh, you’re just so pleased with yourself,” you commented with a knowing smirk at his pleased look. You kissed him deeply as you tore his hands off of your hips much to his disapproval.

His look of disappointment was soon replaced with an excited one as you turned and rode him in a reverse cowgirl position. His eyes roamed over your bare ass as he watched as his dick disappeared into your folds. His hands reached out, unable to resist temptation as he roughly kneaded his fingers into your round ass. He gave you a sharp slap, something his new sexual prowess had given him the confidence to do. You yelped in surprise but found the gesture arousing as you continued to rock your hips.

Spencer pushed himself up into a seated position as his hand reached around you to rub against your clit. He softly bit into your back as your warm walls continued to envelope his dick.

“Fuck baby,” Spencer moaned as he felt his dick begin to throb with the need to release. He placed sloppy kisses on your back as his hand moved against your clit in slow circles, successfully getting you hotter and wetter than before.

You moaned his name loudly as you came once again at his stimulation. Hearing you say his name as his cock throbbed inside of you was enough to send Spencer over the edge, his cum filling every bit of you. He grunted as he held your hips in place as he emptied himself and you enjoyed the slow throb of him inside of your warmth.

You slowly rolled off of him once he was finished. The both of you were left panting and covered in sweat as you gave each other satisfied smiles. Spencer laughed as he noticed the small trail of cum that you had left on the bedsheets when you had rolled off and shook his head at how messy the two of you were. It was something that occurred much more often than anyone would expect.

Spencer sighed contently as he laid on his back as his breathing began to finally even out. The two of you exchanged a look, smiling before intertwining your fingers together and spending the rest of the night in bed.

An Outlander Affair to Remember -Chapter 5

Catch up on earlier chapters here Four, Three, Two, One

Outlander Secret Santa 2017 time!

Thank you @moghraidhjamie. Written for  @notevenjokingrightnowfic 

Five- Afghanistan 2006

Claire had been thinking of him as she made her final rounds that afternoon. Spending time with him had been doing a number on her libido and her heart. Now that he’d kissed her? Well, she didn’t even try to stay away after her day was done. There was no place she’d rather be than with him.

When she checked in on him that night, he looked a bit uncomfortable. He was scratching his jawline vigorously.

“Alex?” She spoke softly just in case he hadn’t been aware of her presence. “Are you ok?”

His hand stilled. “I’m fine, Sassenach, yer shift must be done by now. Ye dinna need to be looking after me.”

Yet she saw his whole face light up in a smile when he heard her speak.

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Love Like A Comic Book || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: your friend gives you a worn notebook filled with a drawn comic that depicts you together with spider-man, however, there’s just one problem.

you can’t draw to save your life, and you have no idea who would be crushing on you hard enough to draw you as spider-man’s love interest.}

inspired by Nathaniel Kurtzberg’s character on Miraculous Ladybug. Pls pretend that peter is somewhat artistic for this story.

also, this is dedicated to my dead laptop. RIP bae, you will be missed as I attempt to type all of my future stories on my phone 。゚(TヮT)゚。

warnings: none

OC mention: David “Dave” Pennington: [Name’s] best friend

[author’s note: okay so Dave has been a long time OC of mine, and admittedly, I drew inspiration from Dave Strider in personality and appearance. However, just to make this a bit more fun, you readers can also picture David Pennington as looking like Harrison Osterfield ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ]

**dont repost/plagiarize this story**


{As she talked to her friend,/ that smile of hers looked so sweet,/ Her form was like the heroine of a comic I drew in my head/ It was love at first sight/ I truly, truly came to like her/ But with the way I look,/ She would definitely hate me.}

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17/50 - “I have contemplated becoming a hermit.”

Fandom: All for the Game/The Foxhole Court
Characters/pairings: Neil, Andrew, Kevin/andreil, kandreil friendship

A/N: Thank you, @kittyfeathersflying!

This took longer and went on longer than I expected. Thanks for your patience. I hope you don’t mind I added Kevin. If you’re not a Kevin fan and/or a fan of his and/or andreil’s recovery, you’re wrong, but you can skip about half of the fic.

Kevin let himself into Andrew’s LA apartment. The blinds were drawn and it smelled like cigarettes and whisky.“Andrew?”

He slowly made his way through the poorly lit, hazy apartment as if he were walking through a dangerous rainforest and a snake might jump out and bite him with any sudden movement. He followed the source of smoke around the kitchen counter.

He sighed. Ice cream containers littered the floor, some of them half full and melted, as well as empty bottles. Cigarette butts occupied the spaces in between. In the middle of the mess was Andrew.

Once upon a time Kevin would have yelled until Andrew got up. He would have lectured him on the amount of ice cream he devoured and warned him about lung cancer and liver failure, but ten years had passed. He stepped over a brown puddle, moved some containers and ashes aside and sat.

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Mermaid Rescue and Rehab Inc.

Summary: Sadly, this isn’t the strangest phone call Pidge has ever gotten from Lance. The mermaid is new though.

Notes: This is all @eastofthemoon‘s fault. We were talking about Voltron AUs we haven’t done yet, and neither of us had done a mermaid AU or an AU with baby Shiro (although I’ve done all the other paladins as children in the Babes in Space series). So here it is, merbaby Shiro.

Pidge finally picked up her cell phone after the third time in five minutes Lance had tried to call. It was one in the morning, and she was right in the middle of a major coding project for her final, and she didn’t care how good Hunk’s pizza was, she wasn’t coming over.

“Pidge, you have to help us!” Lance didn’t bother with a greeting, “we stole a mermaid!”

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