i had to get my thank you cards done before i went to work

Switch purchase? Switch jobs.

Back in 1983 my high school library was a bit of a joke. It seems we never had more than 2 copies of any book the county put on its required list. What this meant was that everyone was frantically trying to get the same books to complete papers with. Before I could drive this meant getting my poor mom to drive me to every library in the area.

One day our library started asking for volunteers to do a fundraiser to get more materials and namely more copies of the required books. Some of us jumped on board and sold everything from donuts to coupons. We would also hold bake sales, car washes, and etc. We were elated when at the end of the drive we had far exceeded the goals.

We were all promised that we would have our dreams realized over the summer. The school year starts up and we are giddy to see the new books. Imagine our dismay when we get into the library and find that most of the books are gone. Bare shelves glared at us as we went along the rows. Thats when we noticed that the holy grail of the library was also missing - the card catalog file. In its place was two computer terminals - mind you not computers.

We went to the front desk and asked the librarian what was going on. She had decided to get a fancy computer system ‘to make her job easier and cut down on theft’. We were stunned because we did not have a theft problem. Certainly some books would get lost or damaged but not very many. The books were mostly missing because they had been sent to a company to 'have security embedded in them’. The worst part is the librarian overspent and therefore, you guessed it, was not able to purchase more books.

We felt the shame of being used, lied to, and screwed over. It was at this point that we knew revenge was in order. It took myself and a couple of my fellow computer nerds 15 min to figure out what they had done to the books. The security tag was a RF tag (like at stores) on the card pocket of the book. The new cards themselves had metal foil in their center. Without this foil the tag would receive energy from the newly installed gates at the library door and set off an alarm.

I decided to test our knowledge. I grabbed a reference book, threw a gum wrapper in the pocket, shoved it in my bag, and hit the door. I passed out the door without a peep from the gates. After that day we threw our plan into action. We would steal as many books as we could and hide them in any location we could find.

At first we used storage rooms by boxing them up and soon ran out of space. We then started using empty lockers and even putting them in the ceiling on top of divider walls. By the end of the year the librarian was getting frantic. She could not balance her inventory with the new computer system and she was being called out on it thanks to our many complaints. Another genius move was to have then boxes labeled as other textbooks and sent to the warehouse over the summer. This was easy to do since WE were the volunteers that wrote a program to do it and would print the labels.

The librarian ended up losing her job and being investigated for fraud since there seemed to be some missing funds as well. Over the summer the county finally spent the money to fill our book request due to the uproar. It was not until a week before the start of school that they started discovering library books in the extra boxes several teachers received.

This was just the beginning of us getting revenge on some of the teachers. In the end we got our revenge and the original items we worked so hard to get.

Extra: the books never left county property. We boxed most up and sent them to the warehouse. They came back next year.

Also the company finished the other books they had and sent them back midway through the year. This worked to our advantage because the librarian could not see how many were gone until they placed all the secured books on the shelf from the final shipment.


Requested ages ago by @grace-for-sale​. Hope you like it!

Summary: AU in which Dean and Cas are both high school teachers. Dean has a crush, but no courage to do anything about it.

Word Count: 1600ish

Warnings: None. I wrote something without smut. What??

“You’re late, Mr. Winchester.”

“The bell was literally ringing as you said that, Lydia,” Dean smiles. “I think we can all let it slide.”

Lydia smiles back and starts sharpening her pencil in the sharpener by the door, where she’s clearly been waiting for him. “I can let it slide,” she agrees, “since you were just out there talking to Mr. Novak.”

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Transference (M) – Chapter 01

cr. [X]

Summary: During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card and figure, what the hell. The business arrangement becomes…mutually beneficial. Y’all know where this is going.

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2,061

Warning: Tantric!Hoseok, therapist/client relationship, discussion of BDSM, sex work, profanity.

A/N: This work is a byproduct of about 6 months of insomnia and 60-hour work weeks, which resulted in a series of recurring dreams about Jung Hoseok which were…*fans self*

Chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04

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The Only Exception (Part 8)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,733

Warnings: language, fire, panic, dangerous situation, rescue, drinking, bad jokes, I’m off the handle because I no longer care

A/N: If you don’t like it, don’t read it. After the posts I saw last week that personally attacked me…I wish some people put half as much effort into helping others and the earth as they do being genuinely awful.

Anyways, it’s fiction.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

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In An Instant: Part Ten (END)

Summary: A romantic comedy about what happens when love literally falls through your window.

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Ash (aka me), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark

Warnings: Language, general gross cuteness, some angst, bad writing, bad storylines, possible cheating, but mostly major fluff and feels

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: I’m finally wrapping up this series. It didn’t quite go the way I had anticipated but I enjoyed it. Thank you to all of you extremely patient people who followed along with me. I’d love to hear what you thought of the series as a whole and what I should/shouldn’t do in future series. I love you all. Special thanks to my babe, @sebbytrash, for reading through this for me. I love you.

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When you awoke that Saturday afternoon, a mere three weeks since you met the life ruiner, Bucky Barnes, your heart literally hurt. Who were you to stop a wedding? You barely knew this guy. There was nothing you could do.

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Drug Wars (Pt. 1)

mafia!Jungkook x Reader

“She’s a babygirl Yoongi, and I think I’m in love with her.”

Warnings: There will be very explicit sexual content, violence, drugs, graphic descriptions of everything, so please don’t read if you’re easily triggered. 

A/N: None of these pictures are mine, credits to the owners. There are mistakes, I’ll reread it later. Enjoy!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 | The Real Drug War

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That what friends are for - Peter Hale x Reader

Originally posted by nudev

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Prompt: Derek comes to you when he has concerns about Cora, Peter decides to tag along for his own amusement. Shopping, Seduction and Sexiness ensues!
Warnings: Explicit smut. BECAUSE I CAN! Muah! :* Love you guys!

You turned over in your bed, trying to get comfortable but having no luck. After being laid there for over an hour you gave up. You sat up with a huff opening your laptop you decided to scroll through Tumblr. You got bored after half an hour and decided to look at some NSFW posts. You tilted your head as you saw the first post, you stare at the girl who had stockings on, no panties and a lacy bra. Her hands were tied with black silk and he eyes were covered with the same material. The man was licking from her pussy to her ass. Gotta love Tumblr you thought, you bit your lip and continued scrolling, after about half an hour you decided to watch a film.


The next day as you were walking out of school you saw Peter and Derek stood by your car. You sighed and made my way over to them cautiously.

“What are you doing here?” I grunted as I threw my bag into my passenger seat. I took a look at Peter and he smiled softly making you blush slightly.

You’ve had a developed a crush on peter not long after the Darach. Well it was more than a crush because not only did you like him, your body craved him so badly it hurt but who wouldn’t have you seen that man you thought. Derek turn to you with a confused face.

“I have a personal question to ask?” Derek asked nervously making you brows furrow, you blush soon forgotten. You raised an eyebrow waiting for him to elaborate.

“What is NSFW? Cora got a notification through to her phone but there was one of them hashtag thing saying NSFW and when I tried to open it she freaked out and ran up to her room.” Derek genuinely looked concerned but Peter had a smug smirk on his face. Your jaw drop and your eyes blew wide as you tried to stutter out a lie but you knew he’d call me out on it.

“I-I think that something you should ask one of the boys. Like Stiles or Scott…” You swallowed and looked over at Peter and blushed, ducking your head before he could see.

“Can’t you just tell me?” Derek asked confused.

“Google it.” You huffed hiding your face behind your school books. You looked over the top of the books to see Derek with his phone out. OH MY GOD! You scream internally.

“YOUR GOOGLING IT NOW!?” You screeched your face turning a deeper shade of red, you dropped your books letting out a squeak.

“Why wouldn’t I? I need to kn-Is that porn?” Derek’s eyes went wide as he stared at his phone, Peter started laughing making Derek growl.

“You knew.” It wasn’t a question it was a fact.

“I may be old but I know what Tumblr is. Half of that site is pure filth.” Peter chuckled, his eyes drifting to you before smirking.

“If you knew why didn’t you tell me?” Derek snapped angrily.

“Because it was more fun this way.” Peter laughed as Derek stormed off to the Camaro, he turned to you then walked closer. He stopped directly in front of you when he bent down, his denim clad ass resting on the back of his heels. He looked up at you as he grabbed your books, he was right in front of your pussy probably able to smell the arousal rolling off you. You blushed and bit your lip as he slowly stood up so he was almost chest to chest with you. Your breath hitched as he leaned forward his lips brushing against your ear.

“See you later Y/N.” He whispered softly before handing your books to you and walking off.

You still hadn’t moved from your position, your legs felt weak. You could feel how he had affected you the evidence slowly soaking into your underwear. You let out a breath after five minute trying to calm myself down. He affected you in ways you’d never experienced, yet he hadn’t even done anything to you.


After getting home you decided to invited Lydia, Allison and Erica round for a sleep over. After turning 18 you left foster care and decided to buy a house with the money your deceased parents left you. It came in handy when the pack need a place to hang or plan for upcoming battles because there were no parents to deal with. Plus it made pack sleep overs easier. You ordered 2 large pizza’s and made sure you had popcorn and ice cream before hearing the door open and a bunch of chatter.

“So what was the reason for this ESR?” Lydia pursed her lips waiting for your response. ESR meant Emergency Sleepover Required. You guys had this code for whenever you needed each other.

“Peter Hale.” You huffed throwing myself on your king sized bed.

“You still haven’t made your move?” Erica laughed before flopping down next to you.

“He’s the sexy older bad boy! So no moves will ever be made.” You whined rolling over so you were on your back.

“What happened anyway?” Allison asked and she sat next to you.

“Derek came to asked me what NSFW meant. Peter was there and he knew exactly what it meant but didn’t speak up! God it was so embarrassing then he picked up my books that I dropped like a klutz but while he was down there, I almost died because he was about 15cm away from my goddam vagina!! When he started getting up he did it so slowly, I had dirty images flashing all up in my head! Then he whispered in my ear and I practically came in my pants!” You exclaimed my face flushed slightly as you spoke.

“Intense.” Lydia nodded, as she brushed through her hair.

“Seduce him.” Out of everyone you did not expect Allison to come out with this sentence and by the shocked faces neither did Erica or Lydia. You sent her with a questioning glance waiting for her to continue.

“Give yourself a makeover and seduce him.” Allison grinned her dimples appearing slowly.

“That’s actually not a bad idea. We could go shopping tomorrow!” Lydia added excitedly, her face glowing at the thought of shopping. Erica nodded in agreement before you sighed.

“Fine! Now enough about sexy older men! Pizza will be here soon.” You giggled and made your way downstairs.

For the rest of the night we enjoyed movies and ate to our hearts content. We gossiped about the boys and went to bed at quite early. When we woke up in the morning we decided to go for coffee at Starbucks before we went shopping.

You linked arms with Allison and Lydia did the same with Erica as you all made your way over to the first store. Coffee and credit cards in hand. Before long you had your arms filled with clothes to try on. You giggled as you made your way to the dressing room.

Your first outfit consisted of a suede, nude pink miniskirt, an off the shoulder white bodysuit and plain white peep toe heels.

You walked out and Erica wolf whistled at you making you chuckle. You did a little spin and Lydia looked at you as if something wasn’t sitting right with her.

“You need jewels.” Lydia finally spoke as she stood up and went to look at the jewellery section.

“A choker. Peter seem like the type to get turned on by something like that.” Erica snorted sarcastically before picking up a golden choker that curved round your neck but didn’t fasten. It also had a few gems in the middle making it look more feminine

“Oh yeah perfect! Next!” Lydia snapped clicking her fingers at you. You laughed and tried on the rest of the outfits by the time the last one came around you was tired but happy. You looked down at the last outfit and grinned. This was the one you had been looking forward to trying on since you started shopping. It was a pair of denim high waist skinnies, a long sleeved low cut black body suit, a maroon handbag and black ankle boots.

You wandered out the stall with a grin on your face the girls complimented you and told me you should wear this outfit today, you nodded and paid for everything. You linked with Erica and walked to the hairdressers. You told Lydia your hair was fine but she insisted on get a few high lights since it was summer. She also paid to get your makeup done making you sigh. You just hoped this worked otherwise all this money will have been wasted. Not that you don’t have money to blow but still as an ex foster child you know how hard life can be.

You looked at your freshly cut, washed and blow dried hair which had also been straightened, it looked nice your Y/H/C now felt brighter. You looked at your makeup, on your lips you wore a matte lipstick that was a similar color to your bag, and your eyes were a metallic brown in a smoky effect. It was all very dark but it looked perfect with your outfit.

“I called the boys and told them to meet us for lunch.” Lydia stated as you left the salon.

“Who’s coming?” You asked as you played with the ends of your freshly cut hair.

“Scott, Stiles, Jackson, Boyd, Derek, Isaac and Liam. Cory and Mason are on a date so they politely declined.” Lydia grinned then continued gushing on how cute mason and Cory were. You smiled as you saw the large table that contained the boys.

You sat down across from Stiles who was gawking, when you looked at the other boys they were gawking to except Derek, who just had wide eyes. You looked at Lydia with a panicked look thinking you looked bad. Before Lydia could open her mouth Stiles spoke up.

“I think I just popped a boner.” Everyone started laughing and you blushed slightly but chuckled as well. Derek glared at Stiles who quickly sat up straight.

“I mean…I love you Derek.” He grinned cheekily, before kissing Derek’s cheek telling him he was joking.

“Aww you guys are so cute!” You gushed resting your head on your hands. Derek blushed and mumbled something about not being cute. As each person looked at the menus you heard a throat clear making you look up to see Peter stood behind Derek. You blushed and looked back at your menu. You felt Allison nudge your knee with hers making you look at her. She motioned for you to sit up straight. You did as you were told and crossed my legs as you did so.

“Would you like to sit here Peter?” Allison asked politely as she got up to move.

“Thank you Allison.” Peter smirked and strolled over to the seat to your right. He sat down, his arms brushing against mine making you shiver involuntarily.

“You look nice Y/N.” He smirked down at you, his head resting on his left hand as he looked you up and down hungrily. Your thighs clenched as his voice reached your ears, shifting in your seat you looked at Erica for any kind of help. She smirked and motioned to your lips. You were confused at first but she bit her lips for emphasis making you nod lightly. You softly tucked my hair behind your ear and looked up at Peter.

“Thank you Peter.” You responded, your tone mildly flirty. You let out a soft giggle biting your lip lightly. His eyes immediately went to your lips, you watched as his jaw clenched his eyes narrowing slightly. You looked back to your menu before glancing up at Stiles who was smirking at you knowingly, you flushed and stared at him as he motioned to his phone. To anyone else it looked like he was just tapping his nails against his phone. You picked up my phone and looked at the new text you had.

Stile : In about five minute move your hair to left.

Me : Why

Stiles : Peter has a neck fetish.

Me : Not sure I wanna know how you know that. But Thanks babe.

You waited about five minutes after you ordered and moved your hair over your left shoulder and continued to Derek about how school. You glanced at Stiles whose eyes were presumably on Peter. He nearly laughed but quickly covered it up with cough. He looked at me and nodded slightly you giggled making Isaac and Derek look up at you. You quickly covered your mouth lightly. Making sure you didn’t smudge your lipstick.

“You know what I don’t wanna know.” Derek grunted before looking to the waiter who was slowly bringing out everyones food. You were halfway through your pasta salad when you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You took it out and looked at the new text.

Derek : ‘Accidentally’ bump your foot against his leg.

Derek : And if you ever tell anyone I gave you help on how to seduce my uncle I’ll rip your throat out…with my teeth.

You grinned at the texts and shot a moody looking Derek a thankful smile. He nodded and went back to eating as he listened to Stiles. You continued eating, when you all ordered coffee and cake you glanced at Peter who was talking to Jackson about something. You tuned in to the conversation and waited for the perfect opportunity.

“Yes but basketball is a man’s sport. Lacrosse…not so much.” Peter said as he drank his coffee.

“Yeah whatever older man.” Jackson snorted before kissing Lydia’s temple.

“I’m not th-” He didn’t finish his sentence because you brushed your foot against his calf. You continued to talk to Isaac about the new movie he wanted to see.

“You’re not what?” Jackson chuckled as he drank if iced coffee.

“He was going to say he’s not that old.” You smirked as you turned to the boys.

“Yes. I was.” He responded stiffly as your foot ran up his calf.

After dinner you all made our way to the parking lot, the girls and you got to Lydia’s car but you were stopped by a strained voice.

“I’ll drive Y/N home girls.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed at you not waiting for the girls to respond he walked over to his car. You followed after looking back at the smirking girls. You stopped at the car as Peter open the door for you. You smiled at him, thank him before getting into the car. The ride was silent and it crossed your mind that maybe your plan hadn’t worked. You looked out the window contemplating what went wrong by the time you arrived at yours, you had lost all your confidence. You plucked up the last bit of courage and turn to Peter who had dutifully walked you to your door.

“Would you like to come in for coffee?” You asked softly trying to appear confident. Peter nodded and followed you in but as soon as the door closed behind him you were thrown against it.

“Did you really think you’d get away with teasing me?” Peter growled, his nose touching yours. His lips less than 2 inches away, you stared at him wide eyed before realising your plan did work. You bit your lip letting out a little giggle.

“Oh this is funny is it?” He whispered against your lips, you shivered slightly but maintained your smile. You nodded and looked up at him through your lashes seductively.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” His body pressed against yours as his left hand made its way around your waist. You gasped as he spun you round. You reached out your hands automatically slamming against the door. He gripped your hips tightly pulling you against his apparently rock hard dick. You whimpered and pushed back into him. He groaned softly before moving his right hand up your torso agonizingly slow.

“P-Peter please…” You pleaded grinding you ass against his member.

“Please what baby? What does my little seductive Kitten want?” He whispered in your ear making you shiver. You leaned your head against his chest and spoke.

“Bed..” You moaned as his hands ghosted across your breasts before quickly continuing to your neck.

He turned you round and picked you up wrapping your legs around him. You looked into his eyes before smashing your lips against his. Your body melted against his as he licked and bit at your lips slowly working his tongue past your teeth. He explored every crease of your mouth, you were enjoying the kiss that much you barely registered you were on my bed. He pinned your hands above your head, working his way down your neck kissing and biting his way down to your breasts. He moved the material out the way and kissed your uncovered nipple before circling his tongue round it. You let out a soft moan as he moved his attention to the other, you dug your nails into his shoulders making him growl.

“Peter please…T-Too many clothes…” You whimpered clawing at his top.

“Okay Kitten let’s get rid of these clothes.” Peter responded softly trying to sooth you. After he removed both your clothes he stood and stared down at you, prompting you to quickly cover your pussy, embarrassed by the staring. Peter crawled onto the bed and eased your hands away.

“You’re beautiful Kitten you don’t need to hide anything from me.” He reassured and began to kiss down your stomach. You watched as he slowly made his way to my bare pussy. He spread your legs further making you blush. His hot breath fanned across me causing you to whimper in anticipation. Your hands gripped the sheets beneath as he finally pulled your lips gently apart and took an experimental lick.

“God you taste amazing..” He purred as he finally began attack your pussy with soft nibbles and licks. You bit lip painfully trying to hold back my moans. His tongue pushed into you slightly and you lost it you couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Oh god…P-Peter Mmm..Fuck!” You screamed, your hand making their way to his hair tugging at it slightly. He pulled away and grinned at you like you were his prey.

“Do you wanna cum now or do you want me to fuck your orgasm out of you Kitten?” He whispered against your pussy making your back arch slightly.

“W-Want you to fuck it out of me…P-Please?” I knew I sound desperate begging like a child who wanted more candy but I had waited too long for this to happen.

“Okay baby don’t worry…I’ll take care of you.” He got off the bed after giving you a kiss on the forehead, he made his way to his jeans and took out his wallet. He rummaged through it and quickly pulled out a condom. He knelt back on the bed about to open it when you whined grabbing his attention. You shook your head and he look at you uncertain for a second.

“I’m on the pill…I-I wanna feel a-all of you…” You bit my lip hoping he’d agree, you’d waited too long for this and you didn’t want that barrier.

“Okay Kitten…I want you to tell me it I get to rough okay. I don’t wanna hurt you.” However the idea of Peter getting rough only served to turn you on more but you nodded anyway and spread your legs in invitation making him groan as he fisted his cock. Dear god he was big at least 9 inches, it made you wonder if he would fit.

He crawled over to you pressing a passionate yet sweet kiss to your lips before nudging your entrance. You let out a little sob thrusting upwards making his tip push in, he growled before slamming in the rest of the way with a firm thrust. You screamed out in pain and pleasure, burying your head into his shoulder, clinging to him like he was your life line. After a minute I felt the pain subside, you wiggled your hips experimentally. You whimpered and thrust up once again this time with more force.

“S-Shit Y/N don’t do that.” He groaned.

“Jesus Kitten you feel so good.” Peter added his jaw clench it restraint. After calming down a little he decidedly took control of the situation, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into you roughly. Your nails dug into his bare back making his thrust before faster.

“Oh s-shit! Faster..” You screamed as he sucked a bruise into your neck, his growls getting slightly more feral which only served to bring you closer to your end. You felt the pit in your stomach making you pull back and look into Peter’s eyes.

“P-Peter…so close…” You whimpered your eyes tearing up from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“M-Me too Kitten.” He panted softly his right hand intertwining with yours, he leant down and kissed you with so much emotion, you felt your stomach coil tighter and you moaned against his lips. He pulled back and whispered in your ear.

“Cum for me Kitten.” Everything unravelled, his name leaving your lips as you fell over the edge.

“Fuck…Y/N!” Peter growled into your ear as he followed moments after.

After a few minutes of panting and gathering ourselves Peter pulled out and got off the bed and grabbed his boxers. You looked over at him realising he was about to leave, your eyes starting watering, a tiny barely audible whine escaped your lips which made him turn round faster than you’d ever seen him move. He looked at you with worry in his eyes.

“Hey, baby what the matter?” He questioned urgently his voice softer than you’d ever heard. He got back onto the bed and took your face in his hands, wiping away the tears.

“Y-You’re leaving…” I sniffled.

“Woah Y/N I’m not leaving honey. I’m going to get a cloth to clean you up then get you a drink.” He said softly making you look him into his eyes.

“R-Really?” You asked hopefully trying to blink the tears away.

“I promise now wait here and I’ll be back okay.” He kissed your lips softly before moving and going to get what he needed.

After he’d wiped to down and given you a drink of water he rummaged through your drawers and found you a pair of comfortable undies then passed them too you along with the V neck he was wearing before. You smiled softly as he got into bed and pulled your body against his. You stared out the window at the stars.

“Goodnight Kitten.” You heard Peter whispered behind your ear.

“Night Peter.” You responded before letting your eyes drift closed happier than you’d been in forever,

That’s what Friends are for.


Description: Reader is put in charge of the kitchen, and to get Bucky to help, they share something close to their heart

A/N: I hope you like it! Any feedback would be appreciated so much!

Warnings: Fluff, insecure Bucky

Tags: @bucky-plums-barnes This is the anon, please let me down gently if it’s awful

Words: 1299

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Originally posted by sebstanslaugh

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Series: Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon

Words: 1,570

A/N: I have no excuse. I’m gay dragon trash and I didn’t write anything for any fandom for Valentine’s Day specifically this year, so I whipped this up this morning (in addition to another fic which I shall post later).

Blame my followers. They only encouraged me to write for these two gay idiots and their dragon daughter and now I’m hooked and will probably write more…



When Kobayashi had left the apartment that morning, she’d sent out a silent prayer to the universe itself that nothing too crazy would happen today.

She found herself making that wish just about every day now, but it wasn’t always granted, considering the company she was keeping back at home.

She merely went to work as usual and kept her fingers crossed. She hadn’t even remembered about Valentine’s Day until she’d gotten into the office and heard most of her male co-workers mumbling about how they still needed to buy last-minute gifts for their wives or girlfriends.

Oh, Kobayashi thinks briefly. I guess today is that holiday… I doubt Tohru knows about it. It might be best if it stays that way.

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Sitting next to J-Hope on a flight-

AGAIN, so sorry this one took so long! But anyway, here it is!😇


Your dad had always taught you to arrive early for your flight. ‘Always get to the airport 3 hours before your flight, you never know what delays you might face!’ His words tumbled round in your head as you made your way to your seat on the plane. You were one of the first passengers onboard, as always.

After a few moments of rummaging around in your bag you pulled out your phone and ear phones before settling down and staring out of your window. A few minutes later you were startled as you felt a weight drop into the seat beside you. ‘Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you!’ The male voice said as you pulled an earphone out and turned round to put a face to the voice.

You simply blinked when you saw the person who had taken the seat beside you. 'So it looks like you’re stuck with me for company on this 11 hour flight… I’m Hobi!’

You nodded at him and cleared your throat. 'Oh I know who you are…’ You replied, 'I’m Y/N.’ He smiled at your words.

'Don’t worry I’m not going to scream and fangirl…’ You joked, looking past him and observing the rest of the Bangtan Boys sitting in the seats in front of and behind you.

Hobi relaxed back into his seat. 'I don’t mind you fangirling as long as you only fangirl over me and not the others.’ He smiled before leaning his head back.

You let out a laugh before placing your earphone back in, 'I’ll bare that in mind…’ you replied before turning your head back to the window and watching as the plane took off.

Half an hour had passed before Hobi spoke to you again. You had just pulled out some papers for work that you had to look over. 'Ooo that looks boring!’ You looked to your right to see his head hovering by your shoulder.

'Yeah well the life of a teacher isn’t exactly exciting when compared to a globe-trotting KPop star…’ You replied with a smile on your face.

Hobi was completely right, marking students work was boring, but you loved being a teacher and it had to be done. 'Oh so you’re a teacher? You must have a really big brain in there…’

You looked up from your papers to see him smiling at you. 'Yeah, I teach English in a few schools in Gangnam…’ You replied.

'Oh so are you returning to Korea after some time at home?’ He asked, seeming genuinely interested.

'Yeah, the school has a 4 week break so I figured I’d come home for 3…’ You replied.

Hobi watched as you started to mark your students work, leaving comments for improvement in Hangul. He leaned over your shoulder again, 'Wow… you know Hangul too, you really do have a big brain in there!’ You couldn’t help but smile at how friendly and complimentary he was.

Later into the flight you had started to doze off when you felt one of your ear phones being pulled out of your ear. You forced your eyes open and saw Hobi had placed it into his own ear. 'Good song choice…’

You realised you were listening to one of Bangtan’s songs. 'Yeah, I heard the boys behind the song are supposed to be nice as well…’ You replied with a sleepy smile on your face.

Hobi chuckled to himself at your response for a few moments before another head popped up from the seat in front. 'He’s not bothering you is he? Just tell me and I’ll make him leave you alone?’

You immediately recognised Jin. He gestured towards the earphones you were now sharing, 'Seriously you took her earphones?’

You laughed at Jin’s judging expression. 'No don’t worry he’s not bothering me!’ You replied with a smile.

Jin narrowed his eyes and shot Hobi a look. 'Hmm… okay, but I’ve got my eyes on you… I don’t know who’s idea it was to let him sit alone next to a girl…’ Jin sat back down and you struggled to hold in your laughter, so 'Eomma Jin’ strikes again.

Hobi noticed your giggling and poked you in your side. 'Are you laughing at me being told off by him?!’ He asked while continuing to poke you.

'It’s cute really it is…’ You laughed swatting his hands away.

Hobi managed to change the conversation by looking at his watch. 'Well it’s been a whole 8 hours and you’ve managed to keep your fangirling to a minimum!’

You rolled your eyes at his statement. 'Yeah well it would be a different story if I’d been sat next to… oh let’s say Namjoon.’ You joked smiling at Hobi.

He threw his head back at your words, 'Ouuuuuuch my heart!’ He groaned loudly.

Jin’s head popped back up over the seats again, 'Will you be quiet the whole plane can hear you? Is he bothering you? If he’s bothering you Namjoon will swap seats with him?’

You decided to continue humouring Hobi. 'Ooo! Namjoon? Yes please!’ You replied with a huge grin on your face.

'She’s joking Jin, she’s fine!’ Hobi replied pushing his head down while shaking his head at you.

You and Hobi continued to entertain each other for the rest of the flight and before you knew it you were back in Seoul. After the plane landed you began to gather your things together to leave the plane. Hobi was already up and stood beside his mates when you went to leave the plane.

You thought you’d caught your bag on an arm rest or something when you felt yourself tugged back. 'Hey wait a sec Y/N!’ You quickly realised you weren’t caught on anything, someone had grabbed your bag and pulled you back. Hobi was standing with an arm hooked through the strap of your bag.

'Wait before you go… Y/N would you like to maybe meet up when you’re settled back in? Maybe for dinner or something?’

You were completely shocked by his request, 'what like a date?’ You replied trying not to seem awkward.

'Only if you want it to be a date too?’ Hobi replied with smile. 'Sure of course, I’d love too,’

Hobi appeared to let out a little sigh of relief. 'Oh here…’ You said before handing him one of your business cards with your name and number on. 'And thanks for keeping me company today…’ You said before going to leave the plane.

'No, thank you for agreeing to keep me company again!’ He called after you as he saw you disappear through the aircraft doors.

All you wanted to do on your flight back to Seoul was to get ahead on your marking, but somehow you’d ended up getting yourself a date with Bangtan’s very own J-Hope…

So this is my @voltronsecretvalentine present for @sunprintedbedsheets !!! They love the Coffee Shop Au and Klance and well, I think I went a little overboard here. ^^; (its my first time doing one of these) I hope you love this hun!!

Summary: It was a case of falling for a grumpy customer who happened to be really cute, and his lack of self-control.

Word Count: 6970 (guys idk what happened)

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Lance leaned against the counter and groaned. Boredom was his unwanted friend today. Mid-day shifts were always slow, and if Lance wanted anything out of the shift at this point, it was a rush. Even a 5-person rush would be better than standing here at a register staring at an empty café.

He let out another sigh, puffing out his cheeks in a pout. If he looked on the bright side of this, his paycheck was going to be bigger than his last one. This pay period he picked up three extra shifts. Plus, he was working a double today because his coworker, Brian, was sick. He could only hope Blue was alright by herself. His cat always got antsy when he didn’t come home at the normal time. She was clingy like that.

The door chimed and Lance immediately stood up straight and flashed his best smile.

“Hi, welcome to Juniberry Café!” he greeted.

The customer was pulling down his scarf, freeing his mouth so he could speak. Lance kept his smile in place, but in the back of his head he was freaking out. Okay, so the guy was like really cute? Could you blame him? The customer came up to the counter and eyed the menu. He had dark gray eyes and a mop of hair that…was that a mullet? How was this guy pulling off a mullet? It’s the 21st century, dude, not the 80s. Yet that didn’t really detract from how attractive this guy was. How was this even fair?

“Could I get a double shot espresso?” he asked.

Lance keyed it into the register and grabbed a cup, slipping a sleeve on it. “Sure, what’s your name, pretty boy?”

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I Love You || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by diytae


AN: I’m really being serious about this one guys. So much so that I’m putting the authors note here instead of at the end like usual. This imagine is not meant for people who are easily upset and it’s not meant to hurt anyone, it’s purely for the reader who requested it. If you do not feel comfortable with the above mentioned themes please let me know and I can make another version for everyone. 

Word Count: 1.6K

Genre: Angst 

Jungkookie, I’m so excited for you! You’re going on tour and you’re going to have so much fun. Make sure you blow all of your fans kisses and give all of them love. Without them you wouldn’t have made it this far so remember to be grateful. Anyways, I love you. Be safe!

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Makeover (F)

Originally posted by magiccastles

REQUESTED: a one shot of JB and y/n and she’s a super tomboy and JB (secretly likes her). The rest of Got7 try to get her to give being a little more feminine a chance and JB falls for her feminine charm.

Reader (you) x Jaebum ft members of GOT7

Word Count: 1365

Warnings: none :)

note: here you go, my dear! I hope you like this one haha! when i was writing this scenario, i thought of weightlifting fairy. i mean it kind of spoke out to me while writing this so… yeah haha! happy reading and take care! -admin

You were a tomboy and everyone knew that. You wore pants or sweats everyday, wore little makeup on your face, and just didn’t really care about your looks that often. People would always tease you on how you would never get a guy if you kept acting like a toyboy. But you didn’t care, it was your personality and a guy would just have to accept that if he really loved you. And that was what Jaebum liked about you the most. How you were always confident and how you didn’t care about what people thought about you. You just lived your life freely.

The members knew about Jaebum’s secret crush on you and would occasionally tease him about it. And they also knew that you liked Jaebum as well. The members were like the gap between two sides and they wanted to do something to close in the gap. So, they decided to give you a call and plan a surprise for Jaebum. Their mission was to make you look more feminine.

You heard your phone ring on the counter as you sat in front of the TV with an ice cream tub. Sighing to yourself, you forced your body up from the couch and picked up your phone.  

“Hello?” You answered the call.

“Noona!” You heard Bambam yell through the phone that almost made your ear deaf. You smiled to yourself after hearing Bambam’s cheery voice and the member’s loudly talking in the background.

“Hey, Bam. What’s up?” You said through the phone.

“Remember that time for my birthday, you gave me a card, that gave me permission to be spoiled by you.” Bambam stated. You hummed in response as you remembered that time when Bambam’s birthday came around, you gave him that card so that when he wanted to be spoiled on a shopping spree, he would use it with you.

“Are you planning to use that today?” You asked, as you made your way back to the couch and sat down.

There was a moment of silence through the phone before Bambam replied back, “Yes, but I want to change it a bit.”

“Okay,” You said, “What are you planning to do?”

“Meet me at the address I’m about to text you and you’ll see.” Bambam noted before hanging up the phone. You sighed to yourself as you wondered on what Bambam could’ve possibly wanted from you. You felt your phone vibrate again and you looked down to see the address Bambam had texted you. The address seemed familiar until you realized it was the hair salon that you would usually go to to get a haircut. You furrowed your eyebrows and thought of different things Bambam wanted from a hair salon. Did he want to dye his hair again?

You quickly got dressed into some comfortable clothes and ran out the door. You took the bus to the hair salon, which took around thirty minutes to arrive, and met up with Bambam and a few other members from GOT7. You sighed to yourself as you saw Jackson and Jinyoung wave at you, feeling a bit uneasy about this situation.

“(Y/N).” Jackson greeted you as you walked towards them. Putting his arm around your shoulder, he pulled you in for a hug.

You pushed away from the strong man and smiled brightly, “What are we doing here?”

“We,” Bambam said as he approached you out of nowhere, “Are going to make you look pretty for tonight.”

“What?” You huffed out in disbelief. “What’s tonight? And why do I have to dress up?”

“It’s what I want, noona. Please?” Bambam begged you as he held up the card you gave him for his birthday. You looked at the three guys in front of you, with your mouth gaping opening. If it weren’t for Bambam’s begging and the card he was holding, you would’ve shut down the idea. But seeing the desperation in the boys faces, you decided to comply with their plan.

“Fine.” You finally said, as you watched the boys smile from your answer. “Just once day.”

You let out a heavy sigh as Bambam dragged you into the hair salon to get your hair done. For about an hour, you sat on the chair as the hairdresser fixed your hair, making it look healthy and new. Once your hair was done, the boys dragged you out of the place and to a closeby mall where they spoiled you with clothes you probably wouldn’t even wear, ever. But you decided to keep your mouth shut and went along with the boys. Bambam chose out your clothes for you which was a black, off the shoulder, dress that fitted your complexion. As for your makeup, you went into a store and got one of those mini makeovers Jinyoung suggested to do. After three hours of running around, you were finally dressed up nicely and the boys were completely satisfied with their work.

“Now you look like a real lady.” Bambam noted as he admired you from afar.

“Did I not look like a lady before?” You sassed at Bambam, completely insecure about your outfit.

“No, you look perfect everyday, (Y/N).” Jinyoung reassured you as he lead you out of the mall and into a car. But instead of the boys getting in with you, they stood outside the car and waved you goodbye.

“Wait, you’re not coming with me?” You asked, suddenly panicking because the boys were leaving you behind.

“Good luck!” Jackson yelled as he jumped up and down excitedly, obviously hyped about something they planned. And those were the last words you heard from them as the car started to drive off to a different place. After a few minutes of silence in the car, it stopped right in front of a fancy restaurant that shocked you. Were you set on a blind date with someone the boys wanted you to be with? Even though they knew your feelings about Jaebum, they set out a very detailed plan for today. If the person you were meeting wasn’t Jaebum, you weren’t going to complain because the boys did so much work to put you in this spot.

Fixing your dress, you slowly entered the fancy building and greeted the waiter by the door. You told them your name and they immediately knew who you were. Telling you to follow them, you walked down a long beautiful hallway and into a private room where you were faced with a man in a suit, his broad back facing you. Thanking the waiter, you stepped forward and played with your fingers as you hoped for the person to turn around to face you.

And it was like time stopped, the person turned his back to reveal his face. And it truly shocked you. His hair slicked back, dressed well in a suit, and his handsome smile plastered on his face, you couldn’t help but melt to your knees. Jaebum stood in front of you, the nervousness in his actions speaking out to you. But once he took a good look at you, his expression changed. He eyed you from head to toe and smiled brightly, his cheeks turning red.

“Uh, yeah,” You coughed, trying to relieve the awkward tension in the air, “Bambam, Jinyoung and Jackson made me dress up today.”

It was quiet but you heard what Jaebum whispered under his breath, “Damn, now it’s harder to hide my feelings for her.”

“What?” You said, stepping forward towards Jaebum as his eyes flickered up to meet yours.

“Uh, sit down.” Jaebum said, as he pulled out your chair. “Let’s have dinner.”

You both had a very nice dinner full of laughter and deep talks. You were always happy with Jaebum because he treated you like no other guy had treated you. He treated you like a princess and to be honest, you liked that. After a long night at the fancy restaurant, Jaebum finally confessed his feelings towards you and you were beyond happy that he felt the same way. And you had to thank the boys for setting you two up because it was a moment you would never forget.

Get Comfortable

Warnings: brief mentions of nudity (nothing explicit)

Word Count: 1585

Request: “Hello! I’ve had this idea for a deanxreader imagine where Dean and the reader accidentally rent a motel room with only one bed and they wind up sharing that one bed because its really late and they just want to get some sleep. I kind of pictured this really awkward scene when they wake up, like something like the reader likes to sleep without a shirt on & wakes up shirtless and all pressed up against Dean”

A/N: YAY! My first oneshot back from my long ass hiatus. Hope you enjoy this one, as I loved getting back into the groove :)

You were tired. You were exhausted. You were just craving sleep in any form of bed.

You and Dean had just finished off a case in a small town in Ohio. The case was only two days long; it was easy enough to track down the whereabouts of the vampires that were cozying up in town as they were all pretty recently turned.

So Dean and yourself raided the nest on the second night, (you didn’t go during the day as their nest was sheltered right in the middle of town). But although they were fairly amateur vamps, they were very quick and their bloodlust for you made them aggressive. The fighting match went down without either of the two of you being injured, but resulted in two very worn-out hunters.

Dean pulled the Impala swiftly into a parking spot out the front of a small motel, waking you from your daze.

“We’ll drive back to the Bunker tomorrow,” Dean said flatly, ending it with a yawn. You nodded with approval, eager to sleep on anything but a car seat.

The pair of you slowly made your way to the motel’s front office to be greeted by a middle-aged man whose attention was directed towards a small TV beside him. Dean gave a small cough which alerted the man that he had company.

“Just one night thanks,” Dean tiredly told the man. He gave a small nod, before reaching to the wall behind him that hung just under a dozen room keys, and grabbing one labelled with a faded number six.

Dean took the key from the man, exchanging it for the credit card that was originally in his pocket. The man looked at the card, and gave a tired smile as he ran it successfully through the machine.

As he returned the card to Dean, he said, “Enjoy your stay Mr. Helsberg.” Dean gave a small nod as the pair of you exited the office. On your way out, you gave Dean a confused look as to why he would call Dean such a name. Dean responded by pointing towards the name printed on ‘his’ credit card, and continued to walk down towards your room.

The pair of you finally made it to your room, which despite being number 6, was the furthest room away from the front office.

Dean put the key into door, as his voice slightly perked up, “Man, I can’t wait to pass out in my very own bed.” You gave a tired nod in reply.

The door opened, after needing a little more of a push, and you reached over to the light switch, flicking it upwards. The room was instantly illuminated with the yellow-toned light that hung down from the ceiling in the center.

But when your eyes tiredly adjusted to what the room had to offer, both Dean’s and your eyes widened.

“There’s only one bed?!” you exclaimed to an unmoving Dean. A few moments went by before Dean took his pack and threw it onto the bed.

“Guess I’ll be having a sleeping buddy,” Dean smirked, giving you a wink. You rubbed your face in exhaustion, just wanting more than anything to have your own bed to sleep in for the night.

Looking at the single bed, you took a further sigh as it was just big enough to fit two people; but only if they slept together quite closely. It wasn’t that Dean was the problem; you just wanted a big bed all to yourself as you knew that was the way you would get the most comfortable sleep, after a few restless nights working on the case.

“You know what Dean?” you said tiredly, before stifling a yawn, “I’m exhausted. You’re exhausted. I don’t have the energy to argue or fight you on this one, so let’s just share and be done with it.” Dean’s eyebrows briefly lifted with excitement.

The both of you started to get ready for bed. You were wearing a flannel shirt, over the top of a singlet, and dirt-tracked jeans. You really didn’t want to sleep in jeans and didn’t overly care that Dean would be able to see your underwear.

It wasn’t the first time, as once on a hunt he turned around in the motel room when you were still changing, and you hadn’t put your pants on yet. That was embarrassing. But tonight it wasn’t a big deal. And to be honest, you were too tired to care.

Dean left his jeans on, as they weren’t too dirty at all, but slid his shirt off with ease, throwing it to the side.

You were turned the other way from the bed, so you couldn’t see Dean, but you heard the springs creak as he jumped onto the bed.

You took your flannel shirt off, so you were left with just your singlet on top. Your hands reached to take that off too, but then you stopped yourself. You were tired but still awake enough to remember Dean was in the room.

Usually, you preferred to sleep topless as it was just a feeling that you enjoyed and made you feel completely relaxed before you would drift to sleep. But that wouldn’t be happening tonight.

Instead you maneuvered your arms around until you had successfully taken off your bra without even lifting your singlet up.

You turned around ready for bed, and saw Dean lying down, looking at you.

“Damn Y/N, that took some serious skill,” Dean admitted before smirking, “As well as being insanely hot.”

You rolled your eyes at the older Winchester brother, before turning a lamp light on and turning the main light switch off.

As you made your way over to the bed, you noticed Dean’s shoulders in the dim light, and the way they looked so toned and muscular and…

You instantly snapped yourself out of it. Your brain clicking you back into the present for the second time that night.

You walked over to the bed and slid yourself under the covers. Both Dean’s and your shoulders were touching, unable to move unless you wanted to fall off the bed.

Dean reached over and turned the lamp off. As soon as the light disappeared, neither of you said a word; the exhaustion catching up to you and forcing you both to sleep.

Your eyes fluttered open.

The sun was gleaming brightly through the dusty blinds, telling you that it was well into the day.

It was then you noticed that your arm was around Dean, who still looked fast asleep. You gave a small smile, knowing that probably the reason you felt so relaxed and comfortable was because you were embracing Dean through the night.

As your eyes began to adjust and gain more focus to the new day, you noticed a difference. A feeling. It was comfortable. But definitely different than when you had fallen asleep.

You slowly looked down to your torso, seeing nothing.

Literally nothing.

Your singlet that you wore to bed from the night before was gone.

All that was left was your completely naked chest, pressed up against Dean’s also uncovered body.

You gave a small shriek in shock at the realisation that you had practically slept naked with Dean. And not just that. You slept naked wrapped around Dean.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Dean murmured, eyes opening. His voice sound relaxed, but not tired like it should have sounded right after waking up.

“Are you telling me you’ve been awake and you just left me like this?” you exclaimed, your voice raising slightly, while also trying to untangle yourself from Dean’s grasp.

“I’ve been awake for about half an hour or so,” Dean smirked, “And as if I’m going to wake you up to tell you that you must have taken your shirt off in the night. I’m trying to enjoy the feeling of having you pressed up against me.”

Finally out of Dean’s grasp, you pull the cover up to hide your face that was growing redder by the second and gave a loud sigh.

“You must be in love with me Y/N, if you’re that keen to take it all off for me,” he smirked once more.

Because you had had enough, you ran towards the bathroom, attempting to cover your chest as you went there. “I’m having a long shower, alone!” you exclaimed, before closing the door and locking it.

Dean just continued to lay in the bed, listening to the shower turn on as you hopped under the hot running water.

He just smiled to himself, thinking of the way you looked. How beautiful you looked.

It wasn’t the sex appeal of seeing you topless or in your underwear; it was seeing you, and all of you. You had been made completely vulnerable, with not really anywhere to hide. He could just experience the real you.

Dean thought back to the few moments ago when he was lying with you entangled across him. He could feel your warmth. He could feel your heart beating. He could feel your chest rise and fall with each breath. He could see when you formed a faint smile in your sleep, because you were dreaming of something good.

He reached over to your side of the bed, and picked your singlet up off the ground. Dean held it to his chest, still being able to smell you from it, and smiled.

How lucky it was that he booked a room with only one bed.


Originally posted by idealweightjensenacklesontopofme

Pairing: Dean x plus sized!Reader, Sam
Word count: 1,528
Warnings: Swearing, jealousy, smut, unprotected sex (use a condom, guys)

Part 5 of Fat and Beautiful

You and Dean could barely keep your hands off each other lately, and you were not complaining. Morning sex, a quickie here and there, the middle of the night. It didn’t matter how tired, or how sore, the two of you were. It was like he was trying to make up for the time that you’d felt unattractive and untouched.

Sam pounded on your bedroom door one morning, just as Dean was making you giggle. “Can you two stop having sex long enough for a case?” He teased.

“Gimme 10, Sammy!” Dean called back before his lips were against your skin once more.

“Dean!” You squealed with laughter.

Walking into the library, you were pulling your wet hair up into a ponytail. “So, what’s up, Sammy?” You asked, stealing a piece of his toast from his plate.

He chuckled and shook his head as you sat. “Where’s Dean?” He asked, going back to looking at his laptop.

“He’ll be here in a minute.” You shrugged. Taking a bite of the toast, you licked your lips and waited for Sam to start filling you in.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment before Dean came in, a smirk on his face. He ran his hand through his still wet hair. “Now, what can I do for my baby brother?” He teased.

Rolling his eyes, Sam sat back in his chair. “Looks like Y/N is gonna have to play dress up.” He grinned, motioning to you.

“What?” You asked, staring at him. “Dress up?”

“It looks like wealthy women are the targets.” He started. “Mainly at social events. Our best bet is for Y/N to get all dolled up and play socialite.” Sam was way too amused by this. “We’ll have to do some shopping, but nothing a credit card can’t handle. I’ll go with you, as Dean wouldn’t let you out of the damn dressing room.”

You glanced at Dean, and then Sam. “So, let me get this straight- you want me to put on some fancy ass dress, do my hair and make up, and kiss ass with some stuck up bastards?” Sam nodded. “Alright. Let’s do it.”

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anonymous asked:

sorta crackish prompt, one of those autofill google search interviews w supergirl

It had started innocently enough, a news reporter at the scene of an easily foiled bank heist had waved Kara over with a friendly smile, promising to ask a quick few questions. 

Then, suddenly, Kara was in a chair in front of a camera, talking live to anyone with their TV on channel 7. The friendly reporter had settled in, making Kara think that their definitions of “just a few” might be a little different. She didn’t mind though, without her job at Catco, Kara was a full time hero, so maybe Supergirl could afford to do a bit more publicity.

And then there were cards.

“Do you know what these are? Have you seen one of these types of interviews,” The news woman asked politely, holding up a poster with a handful of half covered google searches. 

Kara scanned the cardboard, all of the questions had ‘Supergirl’ in the uncovered part. “Oh! This is one of those things where we look at most popular google questions and I answer them, right?”

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Chapter V | Tell Me - A Harry Styles Uni AU

Main Story page is here.

Song for the Playlist - Cold Little Heart by Michael Kiwanuka

Instagrams are here.

Word Count - 4000…ish

“Well, well, well…” he said when she walked into the large room they had to themselves and she looked across to him. “Surprised to see you here.”

“Could say the same for you,” she told him as he threw her a pair of gloves and she strapped them to her hands, rolling her eyes at his comments already.

“Thought you’d be shacked up with another one of my friends,” he wanted to take it back as soon as the first word slipped out but it was too late.

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Born Deaf \\ KLANCE

Based on; http://yuka-liptus.tumblr.com/post/157438456079

Incorporated this text post: (please send it to me, i’ve been searching for hours.)

This is gonna be hella long, sorry!

From the moment Keith Kogane was born into this world, he was deaf. His parents decided that they didn’t want to have to deal with a ‘special needs’ kid, that it would be “Too pricy” and “Too difficult”. So he was raised up in a foster home.

Keith Kogane got frustrated easily. He couldn’t learn like the other kids, he had to have special treatment, from special people. He hated it. He’d always blow up in their face because he’d get so irritated that he was… him! He couldn’t hear how loudly he breathed when he snapped, or how loud he screamed in frustration. He just couldn’t make sense of anything. It was all spinning around him and he just didn’t understand why he had to communicate with his goddamn hands instead of his mouth like a normal person. He was constantly bullied and picked on in middle school because he couldn’t hear, and that meant verbal harassment. He never bothered standing up for himself, he knew he could take every single one of those kids down without hesitation. But he never did, and that surprised everyone. He didn’t care what happened to him, nothing could be worse than this.


Lance McClain is an excelling scholar at Berenger High, being the Student Body President. SBP was his main claim to fame, earning him multiple scholarship opportunities plus his astounding grades. He was the perfect student, adored by teachers and girls alike. He’d always rejected them, claiming he’d never had time for them. Not true, he reminded himself, you don’t like girls. Lance had always hit on and flirted with girls but he did it without meaning. Not even his best friends knew he was gay, and he didn’t want to splotch his perfect reputation. He couldn’t risk it, not if it ruined his only chances to go to Harvard. Excelling in school meant plenty of time for academics, so he picked up languages in his free time. He could fluently hold a conversation in 7 different languages, but he knew phrases in almost every language. One thing that stumped him the most was Sign Language, speaking without words. It had no structure similar to any other language, and he worked hard at it. When he was given the opportunity to tutor a deaf kid to help him understand the concept of sign language, he was more than thrilled. This would look perfect on his resumé! Easier said than done.


On their first day meeting to study, Lance had arrived quite early in order to prepare. He had prepared for every possible situation: flash cards, notebook, sign language book, etc. He even had a whole three ring binder filled with phrases and words. What he was not prepared for, however, is Keith himself. The reckless, oblivious, disoriented boy quickly rushed into the library. He also, unintentionally, rushed into the heart of Lance on the first eye contact. “Hi- my name’s Lan…” he started automatically, and then flushed at his mistake. Lance McClain never made mistakes. Keith shook his head gently, tapping on the table gently for a pen. Lance unconsciously handed it to him, confused on why this boy drew out the clumsiness deep inside him? He scribbled down hard on the paper, writing just above illegible,“I can read lips, idiot.” He smiled gently as he handed him the paper. Lance read his sentence, and offered a shy smile as well. “Ah- Okay- uh… how about we begin our lesson?” He started, twiddling his fingers together.


Two weeks later, Lance had fallen hopelessly in love with Keith. Keith felt himself grow attracted to the boy but he needed help and he couldn’t risk losing this. Plus, theres no way the SBP of Berenger High could ever like a student he’s tutoring. He looks down on me, probably calls me a freak with his mouth covered. But Keith only had three more weeks of tutoring before his month and a half session was complete, and he wanted to do something to show him how much he cared. He settled on speech therapy, in three weeks he’d pull himself to confess in verbal words. He wasn’t sure how he’d manage, but he’d have to. He went to the sessions privately, so his schedule was basically: Wake up at 5:30, Go to school at 7:40, Get done at 2:30, Go to tutoring from 2:40 to 4:45 on tuesdays, wednesdays, and fridays. And on mondays, thursdays, and saturdays from 2:40 to 6:00 he went to speech therapy in a private building. His grades were excellent, all A’s to A-’s, so his high school covered the expenses for the tutoring and therapy.


Today was the day. The day he confessed. Three weeks of speech therapy and endless practice had brought him here, exhausted. But the adrenaline rushed through him, suddenly he was hyperaware. He rubbed circles in his palms to calm himself. The final session was ending. “-and that,” Lance finished, signing ‘I understand.’ with his fingers,“ Is how to say ‘I get it’.” Lance stopped, suddenly looking just as anxious as Keith. “Hey- Keith, can I say something?” He asked, biting his lower lip. Fuck. Keith held up his hand and signed, ‘no, I have something for you.’ Lance tilted his head, and keith continued. 'I’m sorry if this sucks, but I’m not sure if I’ll ever speak to you again, but I want you to know that,’ keith dropped his hands to his side.

He cleared his throat. He swallowed hard, this was it. This was everything he worked for, for three weeks. He exhaled deeply, meeting lance’s gaze.

Five weeks.

“I love you.” Keith said, his voice cracky and rough. It was patchy and dry, but to Lance it was the most perfect thing he’d ever heard. Lance, who was holding the binder, dropped it immediately. His jaw gaped open, not breaking the connection between their eyes. Fuck, keith thought, did I say it wrong? Did I mess up? He looks like he’s going to cry… did I offend him? Did I upset him? Did I-

His thoughts were cut off when the tanned scholar wrapped his arms around Keith. He felt himself smile wide, looking down at the taller boy who was resting his head on his chest. He brought his face up to Keith, a fat tear rolling down his cheek, and him smiling like an idiot. It was the most truthful smile Keith had ever seen, and he wasn’t sure what pushed him to do it, but he moved his thumb over his cheek; wiping away the tear, and pulled him into a kiss.

The tan scholar, the one who never had time for girls, kissed him back. The Student Body President of Berenger High, the most popular boy in the school, was right here. In his arms.

Lance smiled even harder, and Keith pulled away gently when Lance shifted his head back. “Before you rudely interrupted me,” lance began, still smiling,“I was going to tell you.” He held out both hands in front of him, and made the 'i love you’ sign in one hand and the 'i’m gay’ in the other. Keith took in a moment to register this, and he started laughing hysterically. Keith had never laughed so hard, he’d only ever chuckled or snorted, but this? The bubbly, pure laughter roughly cracked and splotched but Lance loved it so much.

A/N:} this took two hours to write and I’m so tired aldjskjdjsjd i hope you enjoyed. I’m going to bed now, aaaa. Credit goes to @yuka-liptus ily thank you sm for making this possible

What’s On The Menu

When Mycroft stepped into the dingy flat, he wasn’t sure what to expect. He had seen Greg’s flat on surveillance footage and the like, but he had never actually seen the inside of it. That was taking it too far, even for him. He didn’t want to scare the man away, not when their first date had gone so well.

Greg had already stepped into the kitchen, donning a simple white apron. “You can make yourself at home. I’m sorry about the mess. I’ve been swamped with paperwork at the Yard and haven’t had time to clean. I haven’t even had a day off since that whole cannibalism thing Sherlock solved last week.” He chuckled softly, withdrawing two defrosted pork chops from his fridge, along with several fresh vegetables and a bottle of Chardonnay.

Mycroft smiled as he heard the man’s voice carry through from the kitchen. He propped his umbrella against the wall near a table with a bowl for keys and other belongings. Mycroft slipped off his coat and looked around for a place to hang it. God, he felt terribly out of place here, but he found a hook next to where Greg’s was currently hanging.

He figured he would get used to it in time. No doubt Greg would feel lost in his home too. Mycroft smiled at the thought of that. He would love to take Greg back to his overly elaborate old house someday. Patience, Mycroft. Get through one date at a time.

He berated himself for thinking in such a way. He completely enjoyed spending time with the man in the kitchen. In fact, instead of just sitting in the lounge and making himself comfortable, he ambled into the kitchen to watch Greg at work. He had impressed upon the government official that his cooking skills were one of the best things about him. Mycroft had to see it for himself to be sure. Sure enough, as he walked into the other room, Greg was busy at work cooking the pork and seasoning it with a flick of garlic and a few other spices.

“You don’t have to wait around in here, you know.” Greg said without turning around. Mycroft noticed that while Greg wore the apron, the Holmes brother’s eyes followed the apron strings downward. His cheeks flushed slightly at the sight before him, rather enjoying it. But then Greg turned around and moved to his countertop to slice up the vegetables.

Mycroft quickly glanced away, clearing his throat slightly. “Don’t be absurd. I’m here for an evening with you, after all. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Not at all,” Greg said, grabbing a chef’s knife from the block nearby. Mycroft noticed that it was stainless steel. Greg didn’t get paid an extreme amount from his work as a Detective Inspector, but it was decent enough. It appeared most of that funding went to his kitchen. So why on earth did he insist on living in such a dreadful apartment? “Sorry, that came out a bit harshly. I get rather focused when I’m cooking.”

Mycroft smiled at him. “No worries, Gregory. These skills are intriguing me. I cannot wait to see what they deliver.” A small smirk twitched on his lips and he took the seat at the end of Greg’s kitchen table. “So, what is the plan for this evening, Inspector? After our night out in your Italian restaurant, and the one soon following when I treated you to a symphony concert and elaborate dinner, I am interested to know what’s… on the menu.” Mycroft licked his lips ever so gently, not breaking eye contact with Greg.

Greg, flustered to a maximum level, blushed a deep red and nearly missed the onion he had been cutting. Luckily, the knife fell directly against the cutting board, missing his fingers. He swore and turned his attention back to the food. God damn, Mycroft, Greg thought to himself. He chuckled nonetheless. “Give me just a few minutes to get this going fully, and then I’ll come back to that comment.”

Mycroft, amused albeit a bit nervous, nodded to him. He noticed the near danger that Greg had caused and his eyes widened in alarm. A small pang of guilt ran through his chest, but it quickly subsided as he realized the man was okay. “My apologies for that. I did not mean to make you nearly amputate your appendages.”

Greg laughed. He rather enjoyed Mycroft’s way with words. The impressive lexicon of the elder Holmes amazed the DI. He wasn’t an idiot, by any means, but Mycroft was the cleverest man in London. Probably in the world. And he was having dinner in Greg’s tiny kitchen. “It’s fine. Wouldn’t be the first time I injured myself cooking.”

“We do learn best from experience, but I would prefer it if you kept your digits out of the dinner. And attached to you.” Mycroft laughed to himself. Greg chuckled too, and threw the freshly chopped veggies in another pan to cook along with some olive oil and a bit of seasoning. Perfect. He poured some wine into two glasses and glanced at Mycroft before walking over to the table, taking the seat next to him. He moved his chair closer; Mycroft did the same and took the glass.

“Thank you, Inspector.”

“Of course, Mr. Holmes. It’s not as fancy as the dinner we had last week, but it’s something.” He said, clinking his glass against the other man’s. “Oh, I was so busy cooking that I forgot something.” Greg set his glass aside and gently leaned forward, grasping the knot of Mycroft’s tie to pull him closer. Their lips soon landed together. The kiss was slow and feather-light initially, but Mycroft quickly gained control of it and deepened it, enjoying the pure bliss that radiated from the both of them. The government official’s hands found themselves tugging Greg closer, one gently caressing his face, the other carding through those silvery locks he adored so much. Greg smirked through the kiss and lightly nibbled on Mycroft’s bottom lip before tugging away.

“Sorry, got to check the food.” He winked at him and sauntered back across the kitchen.

Mycroft pouted slightly, knowing that Greg had done that on purpose to just leave him wanting more. His recently made-official relationship status played in his mind. The night that he had asked Greg out properly was a night he was never going to forget. Their first kiss was as beautiful as expected; most people would have expected the Iceman to be rubbish at it, but with powers of deduction such as his, he could figure exactly what someone wanted. Well, when he was able to think straight. Plus, the fact that he wanted to kiss someone as lovely as Greg Lestrade only made it easier.

That had been a month ago. It only took two dates before the men realized they were just prolonging the time that they could actually be an item. Boyfriends. Mycroft never thought he would accept that term, but he rather loved the idea of it, especially with the man before him.

The rest of the cooking time passed in a blur. The two talked about work and the latest developments in their professional lives. Although that was mostly Greg talking, as Mycroft couldn’t discuss his job with anyone.

“I know I can’t know what you actually do, but something would be nice. You’re so mysterious.” Greg said, but it was an affectionate statement.

Mycroft let loose a short laugh. “You know that if I told you anything at all, I’d have to kill you. And that would be most unfortunate, Gregory.”

Greg was taking a sip of wine and nearly choked as he said the words. He watched the British Government for a minute, unsure whether or not he merely jested. When he didn’t get a read, he gulped down the wine and moved back to the counter to prepare the plates for dinner. He served Mycroft first, topping off his glass of wine. Mycroft thanked him and waited for him to sit down before making a move to taste the meal.

Greg stopped him before he could. “Uh uh, not yet.” He said, raising a finger. Perplexed, Mycroft paused, watching the other man with heightened interest. He disappeared into the other room, only to come back lighting a candle. He placed it on the table and smiled. “There. Now you can go ahead.”

Mycroft shook his head and laughed to himself at Greg’s antics. Greg watched him intently. Mycroft raised the fork to his lips, the food steaming. He bit into the meat.

It was cooked to perfection.

“Delicious.” Mycroft said, but it was hard to tell whether or not he was talking about the food. Greg smiled at him and tucked in himself.

“I’m glad you like it. It was quite simple. I don’t have a lot of stuff in my kitchen, and most of my money goes to helping out the kids, but…” Greg trailed off. The children were a difficult subject for him.

Mycroft noticed the troubled countenance of his boyfriend and sighed. He reached over and grasped his hand. “It is always difficult when families have conflicts, Gregory. I sympathize entirely.” He smiled, just a little.

When the meal was finished, both of them cleaned up the kitchen. Greg hummed and dried the dishes while Mycroft washed them. It was a rather spectacular sight, as Mycroft had finally removed his suit coat, revealing his waistcoat and crisp white shirt. But that was nothing, especially when he rolled the sleeves of said shirt. God, the man wore so much clothing and just seeing him in such a relaxed state made Greg’s mind wander. Greg knew that Mycroft wore as much physical armor as he did mental. He was a tough nut to crack, but he was slowly starting to get a read on him. Slowly, softly, gently. He’d learn to understand the Iceman and ensure that his once icy heart stayed burning hot.

As they finished cleaning up and Mycroft wandered over to the table to finish his glass of wine, Greg smirked and saw an opportunity. He wound the tea towel in his hand round and round itself before playfully snapping it in Mycroft’s direction, hitting him right on the ass. Mycroft actually squeaked and nearly spilled wine on himself, and Greg couldn’t help but double over laughing.

The government official scowled down his nose at the man, but he couldn’t fight back the smile that broke through his normally grim features. “You know, I could have you beheaded for that.”

“I’d like to see you try, my dear.” Greg giggled, hanging the towel over the side of the sink. Before he knew it, Mycroft was hugging him from behind, placing the two wine glasses in the sink as he did so. His arms trailed around his boyfriend like a vine. Greg, shocked, had never seen Mycroft instigate such a deep display of affection. Of course they had kissed, and it was all very well and good, but never something as delightfully domestic as this.

“Well, someone’s feeling cuddly.” He said, glancing over at Mycroft, who had rested his head on Greg’s shoulder. The other man shook with a soft laugh, making Greg smile warmly.

“I have no idea to what you refer, my dear Gregory.”

“And you’re a bloody awful liar.” Greg said as he turned around to face the other man, who had backed off slightly. Mycroft had seen the opportunity. He’d seen several people do the same thing he had just done during his… research sessions on relationships at work. He was clueless when it came to affairs of the heart, but not a single soul needed to know that. It was also a good thing his government laptop was entirely secure from potential prying eyes.

“Mm, perhaps.” He said as Greg turned to face him, his arms draped around his shoulders and meeting behind his neck. Greg’s fingers played with the edge of his hair, tugging it slightly. Mycroft chuckled at him. “Say, what’s the next part of this delightful evening in, Inspector?” The government official practically purred the words at him, and it sent a shiver down the DI’s spine.

“Hmm, I thought we could watch a movie and just enjoy the rest of that wine. And each other’s company. In other words, I want to cuddle with you.” Greg grinned at him. Mycroft blushed and reached down to adjust his already perfect tie. Greg shook his head at him; he was always doing that. He loved it when he did. There were many things about that man that he adored. Of course, it was too soon to say those three little words, but they were always on Greg’s mind. How could one man affect him so strongly?

Oh if Greg only knew that the same exact thoughts were going through Mycroft’s mind at the same time.

“A film? What will we be watching then, Gregory?” Mycroft asked as Greg led him into the lounge.

Greg watched him for a moment. “Well, action movies are some of my favorites. Die Hard in particular.”

Mycroft returned the steady gaze, not letting on that he found action movies absurdly predictable and extremely limited by the genre. Nevertheless, he smiled. “I see.”

Greg furrowed his brow at him. “You don’t want to watch it.” It wasn’t a question. Mycroft glanced up, amused and impressed that Greg had read him so easily.

“I didn’t say that. I normally don’t watch these silly action films. But… It’s what you like, and I’m happy when you’re happy, Gregory.”

Greg beamed, unable to help himself. He played the movie, but Mycroft didn’t catch very much of it. Of course, he could hear the audio. But with Greg lying on top of him, kissing him in that way he enjoyed so very much, he honestly couldn’t care less what was playing in the background.

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