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Space Grumps inspired fic

Yeah. I’m trash. And I’m obsessed with @dannyaviclan damn Space Grumps au right now. Seriously man, you all should go read it!! It’s stupid good :D SO anyhow, here’s a fic I wrote from it. Sorry if anything is odd or not right with the au. I tried to keep it all in line, but of course we all have different views on ideas so. Here’s mine :)

So without further adieu, here we go! Yeh.


Brian had really fucked him over this time.

Dan used a hand to shield against one of the blinding suns of this planet, squinting to battle the other. From what he could make out, desert went on for miles, stretching as far as the eye can see. Dan kicked at the red dust below his feet, not at all satisfied as it spun up into the air, lazily drifting back down into the dry soil.

To be perfectly honest, Dan wasn’t even sure what had happened.

One moment he and Brian were laughing at something fucking stupid, couldn’t even recall what it was at this point, the next Brian was silent, pulling out a red gem and shoving it into Dan’s hands, a wild look in his eyes. Through their telepathic link he had said, “Don’t let anyone catch you with this. I’ll be back soon.” Before forcefully shoving Dan into the transporter.

Said transporter wasn’t really meant for transporting live organisms any greater size than a goat…. Though Dan supposed, there probably weren’t goats in the future. At least not the ones he was used to seeing.

So after e had rematerialised on the odd planet’s surface, jewel in hand, Dan had spent the next hour shouting at the sky for Brian to come back. After receiving no answer, Dan put away the gem in one of his many pockets and decided to walk. Eventually he’ll find civilization, right? Brian wouldn’t just abandon him for no reason, and on a deserted planet no less. He knew that because of Dan’s situation, he’d be the last person you’d want to leave alone on an alien planet and no way of contacting the one person he’d trusted since coming to the future.

There was no telling really with how long he walked. It could’ve been hours, it could’ve been days, he had no idea how the time cycle worked here after all. But what he did know was his throat burned from lack of supplement and his stomach growled in anger. Also Dan hadn’t managed to see one single being, human or otherwise, since he’d arrived here. He was pretty sure he was going to die.

At least that was until Dan saw a large and intimidating ship fly overhead, before touching the planet’s surface not a few yards away, the force from the jet engines nearly knocking Dan over as the wind kicked up sand in his hair and eyes. Dan had to look away just so he could not breath the stuff in.

From what he could see, three men came off the ship, discussing something intensely before looking in Dan’s direction. Brian’s words of caution rang in his mind.

“Don’t let anyone catch you with this.”

So Dan ran. And he was pretty sure the creatures ran too upon noticing Dan’s hasty escape.

Already out of breath, Dan tried to formulate a plan. On one hand he could just toss the damn jewel at them. They had to be after that, right? Or maybe they just happened to see this random fucking person wandering an empty planet and thought ‘hey let’s scare the shit out of him’. Then Dan up and runs, making them suspicious.

He shook his head. No. Something in his gut told him this had to do with the jewel that was put into his possession.

ANd that’s when he saw it. A town. A real fucking town. Unless of course his mind was playing tricks, but Dan really hoped not, for he could hear the cascade of boots drawing closer. If he was slowing down or they were speeding up, he did not know.

And finally, just as a skyline of buildings were being materialised in a much more reachable distance. Dan could just make out a- hover bike?- As something caught on Dan’s foot, making him fall to the ground harshly, red sand going up his orifices and causing Dan to freeze up with a violent cough, giving his pursuers the time they needed to catch up to him.

Glancing down at what he had hit, Dan gasped at what looked like a… wooden post? One that had obviously been cut down though. He didn’t have time to ponder the odd placement of it though as he was being kicked over to lay on his back, three disgusting beings hovering over him, greed and hunger in their beady eyes.

Dan had to fight the urge to gag at the disgusting smell the men were radiating. ‘Where they even men, though?’ Dan thought to himself. They could just as easily be women, what with the black/grey wrinkled skin, and hunched over backs, and three arms, all wielding claws and what Dan could only assume to be a gun. More than anything, Dan wished Brian was here. If not to save him, to at least identify what kind of beasts these were so Dan would at least have something to go on.

They all clacked in unison, pincers hidden by black lips, clicking and hissing into what Dan could only assume to be words. He looked confused between the three, trying to convey his issue with their language without coming across as rude.

Then one pressed what appeared to be a pen against his neck, Dan flinching from it but as a grotesque hand held him against it, there wasn’t much Dan could do.

A sharp pain shot into his neck up to his head, but he wasn’t focused on that. His attention was solely on the fact that suddenly, he could understand them. It wasn’t a very comforting conversation though.

“-kill him already! We know he has the gem!”

“Oh shut up already, I shot the injection, he can hear you now!”

One of them did what Dan thought to be a scowl, glaring down at the human laying before them. “Uhh… yeah. Hello. What exactly did you do to me?” Dan asked, uneasily, waving a hand but instantly dropping it at the death glare he received.

One spit on Dan’s leg, where it sizzled slightly, not exactly burning, but not very pleasant either.

“Shut up, human, we know you have it!”

Feigning ignorance, Dan was suddenly sure the jewel was what they were after. “What!?” He exclaimed, trying to subtly crawl backwards, but they saw right through him and immediately shot at the ground behind him, causing Dan to freeze in place.

“Don’t play coy, boy. Just hand over the jewel, and we won’t hurt you.”

Dan remained silent, eyes frantically looking for an escape. He thought he’d seen some dust swirl oddly, as if around a human form, but he didn’t think too much on it as suddenly a gun was being pointed between his eyes, a sickening grin behind it on the wielder.

“Hmph, very well. We’ll just have to pry it from your cold, dead hands!”

Though the line was an obvious cliche, Dan felt true fear spike through his chest, his eyes squeezing shut tightly, body tense and trembling. WHy the fuck did Brian give him this stupid thing? Why did he just drop him off on some unknown planet, no help, no life, just danger and soon death. Were these people chasing Brian? Was Dan some form of distraction? Was that all he was to Brian? Dan didn’t want to make assumptions on his best friend, but what else could he gather from this? Sure he could just hand over the gem and run, but Dan was almost certain they’d shoot him regardless, no point in dying a coward. Dan cringed at himself as tears arose. But who could blame him, wanting to cry in his final moments.

Suddenly three shots rang out in the dry, empty desert, making Dan jump and whimper at the loud noise.

But no pain came. Only the sound of bodies dropping, something wet dashing his cheek, as a shadow passed over his closed eyelids. With great hesitance, Dan slowly opened one eye, afraid to see what else was about to befall him, but instead of the three disgusting aliens, he was met with a cocky grin full of sharp teeth, and a dull pink uniform, dotted slightly with blood.

The man put a hand on his hip, gun in the air, smoke still rising from the warm barrel. “What’s a human like yourself doing in a place like this, hm?”

Dan gasped at the tail that swished back and forth behind the man, glancing up nervously at those sharpened teeth and reptilian like pupils,but… this guy did technically, just save Dan. And for that he was grateful, if not confused. He looked back at the bodies, stomach seizing slightly. Blood and death tended to make him queasy. “Are you going to try and kill me too?” Dan asked dully. Brian had left him here to die after all.

The creature’s eyes widened slightly, gun hand falling as he shifted his stance, from cocky to surprised and then finally guilt. “Wha- no! I just- ugh sorry. I was trying to look cool.”

A gloved hand was extended in Dan’s direction, that ferocious smile turning somewhat more friendlier and closed lipped. “I’m Captain Arin Hanson. I pilot the star craft, Starbomb. But you can just call me Arin, okay? And you are?”

Dan eyed the suspiciously sharp looking glove, but… this was the future. And space. Maybe it was normal to have sharp teeth and a tail on some planets?

Reluctantly, Dan took the hand, gasping slightly when he was easily pulled up. “I uh. Hi. I’m Dan. Avidan. People usually call me Danny. I uh I don’t pilot anything,” he said with a slight chuckle, feeling the gem’s weight lessen slightly as he felt he was no longer being hunted for it. A smirk appeared on his lips though and suddenly he couldn’t help himself. “I help navigate on the Starship Enterprise.”

Arin’s grin twisted up into a grin of amusement, arms crossing after replacing his weapon. “I watch star trek, man. Try again.”

“They have Star Trek in the future!?” Dan exclaimed without thinking. Then followed by a wince. He cleared his throat, trying to cover up what he had unknowingly revealed. “Uhh. Sorry. My uhh, my ship flew off. Without me,” Dan said nervously, kicking at the dust and looking away. He wasn’t sure what to reveal and what not to reveal. It didn’t seem like this guy was after the gem, but Brian had said- You know what. No! Fuck Brian! Dan crossed his arms in a huff, suddenly not really caring what Brian had warned him. He’d left him on a new planet, knowing that Dan didn’t know jack shit about space other than the few things he’d bothered to explain to him since bringing him here. “My prick of a best friend handed me some stupid fucking gem and left me here, saying he’d ‘be back soon’. Whatever the fuck that could mean.”

A laugh truly like no other, Arin clapped Dan on the shoulder, making the thinner man jump slightly. “Damn, that sucks hella balls. Mind if I see that gem for a second though?” Dan eyed the- Dinosaur! That’s it. He looks like a Dinosaur/human/Lizard thing- warily, not sure if he should.

“Dude, come on, look. I’ll even let you hold my gun, okay?”

At the offer, Dan agreed, though only pulling out the gem after he held possession of the gun. Little did he know, Arin could easily take him down before Dan even raised his arm to aim.

Tossing the gem over in gloved hands, Arin looked at Dan in confusion. “Uhh, Dan? You know this jewel is fake, right?”

“What!?” Dan put the gun back in Arin’s holster, the sudden contact making Arin jump slightly, giving Dan the chance to snatch the gem back, examining it in the light. “How can you tell!”

With a pointed finger, Arin pointed to a scratch on the side, a wry grin in place. “See that right there? A real gem wouldn’t scratch like that. That and… well I can smell the chemicals that went into faking it.”

“Sonofabitch!” Dan threw the thing on the ground in a rare spark of anger, stress and fear and betrayal coursing through him. Arin placed a hand on Dan’s shoulders, seeing the human deflate suddenly, never one to really hold onto anger for very long. “Now what am I gonna do…?” Dan asked sadly. He surely couldn’t just wait here until Brian returns. Who knew when that would be. And besides, he didn’t have any money. Already his throat and stomach were assaulting him from all directions, begging for nourishment.

As if on cue, Dan’s stomach gave a loud noise, Dan groaning and covering it in shame.

Biting his lip, as if in thought, Arin opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by a blue beeping on a device that greatly resembled an old flip phone in Dan’s opinion. With an irritated sigh, Arin pulled up the device, flipping it open, wondering in quiet amusement, just what was so shocking about the blue hologram of his ship’s AI that caused the man to gasp and stare disbelievingly.

“Captain,” the hologram said, a smile in place. “All supplements have been procured on The Starbomb. All crew members have returned without fail. We await your arrival to take off.”

Glancing between the AI and the human before him, eyes still widened comically in wonder, hands held over a hungry belly.

“Hey Dan?”

Dan looked up at his savior in confusion, one scarred eyebrow raised. “Yeah, Arin?”

“How would you feel about joining my crew while in search of your friend? We’ll provide you with free food and shelter so long as you’re with us.”

Dan’s face went through an array of emotions, until settling on gratitude, a smile widening on his face. “You had me at free food, honestly.”

Arin laughed, clasping Dan’s hand and nodding down at Barry once more. “Barry! You heard the man, make preparations for one more Bomber to join our recruits! And Dan, I must say. Welcome aboard the Starbomb. Glad to have you on hand.”

nachtkniver  asked:

Hiiii can I have a headcanon pretty please? How about how the Rfa would respond to a super cute and shy mc who has never had sex or even kissed or been in a relationship shop before and when it comes time for that, she admits it? Her appearance, let's say she's adorable to the point a lot of guys would be chasing her, but adorable in almost a nerdy cute way.

I kept this one pretty SFW because I wasn’t too sure how naughty to make it, but I hope you enjoy it! (≧ω≦)


Yoosung:

- The poor dear is just so relieved when you tell him about your inexperience.

- Because he has 0 experience as well and was so worried about disappointing you.

- So the two of you take your time and introduce new things into your relationship slowly.

- There’s sometimes a bit of fumbling and awkwardness but you both just smile and laugh it off.

- He’s really happy that you two get to figure things out and experience new things together.


Jaehee:

- This is her first relationship with another woman.

- So she’s in some new territory too.

- She’s sooo touched that you chose to be with her.

- And really proud that she gets such a cute, sweet girlfriend.

- You take things slow. Both of you feel so safe and content when you’re together no matter what you’re doing so you don’t feel the need to rush anything.


Zen:

- You’re so cute and innocent!

- And it just turns him on so much. His inner wolf just wants to devour you!

- But he’s so worried about going to fast for you or making you feel pressured to do something you’re not ready for.

- He asks you more than once if you’re sure you’re ready, because he’s willing to wait.

- You’re his princess and your happiness and comfort are his top priority.


Jumin:

- When you tell him, he gets this smug, satisfied smirk.

- He already knew.

- He could tell by how often and easily you got flustered by his advances that you were inexperienced.

- And he’s so into it.

- It’s exciting to him that he’s the first (and hopefully only) man who gets to have you.


Saeyoung:

- This is honestly a big deal for him.

- It just means so much to him that you want your first time to be with him.

- He really doesn’t feel like he deserves you.

- Like, you can have anyone and you want to be with him.

- Wants to make each new experience you share together to be as special as possible.

anonymous asked:

Remember the post were this girl said her best friend forgot to ask her to prom? Can you write something like that for hinny? :)

A/N: I did it!  And it’s canon-verse too so woo (post books though).  Hope you enjoy!

Also available on FF and Ao3!


Verisimilitude

It starts a few weeks after September 1st, initially nothing strange enough to really draw his attention beyond answering the innocuous questions like ‘do you have a favorite color’ and ‘are you allergic to any flowers or plant life.’ Weird, but he brushes them off, assumes it’s just an effort to get to help them get to know each other like normal people – people who finally don’t have a homicidal maniac breathing down their proverbial (and occasionally literal) necks.  So he asks them back, learning she hates salt on her eggs, loves swimming at dusk, and secretly read Ron’s entire collection of Martin Miggs comics during his first year at Hogwarts.

But then it gets more specific, her questions.  Ginny’s latest letter had been filled with her usual humorous commentary on day-to-day life at Hogwarts – critiques on teaching methods (apparently Professor Sinistra’s ban on caffeinated beverages in class was unacceptable), a run down on the week’s Quidditch practices (along with gossip she’d gleaned about the other teams and updates on her negotiations with professional teams), as well as general boasting about how she’s eating so much better than him (Harry felt silly having Kreacher cook for just one person).  Then, reaching the bottom of the parchment and the dregs of his tea, Harry’s eyes stutter over the postscript, ‘what color is your cummerbund?

Flicking his wand to send his mug to soak along with his other neglected dishware, Harry furrows his brow – unsure what exactly a cummerbund is and too afraid it’s some mischievous flirtation on Ginny’s part to ask Ron for help.

Considering who he’s dating, he quickly tosses aside his second and third choices, and just as he’s wondering where exactly he left Dudley’s telephone number, Harry sighs and reaches for the floo pot perched on his mantle.

Before he can second-guess himself, he calls out for McGonagall’s office and sticks his head into the now green flames, knees protesting at his position.

At first, he hears his former professor muttering darkly in her thick Scottish brogue before her sharply polished boots appear before him, peaking from beneath deep green robes.  “You know I thought I’d have a break from Potter mischief until you and Miss Weasley had a child old enough for Hogwarts.”

Harry fights the blush that threatens to rise at the mention of his and Ginny’s hypothetical future children and clears his throat.  “Funny you should mention Ginny.”

Settling down on the plump tartan stool tucked close to the broad fireplace, McGonagall arches a dark brow questioningly.  “Romantic troubles with the youngest Weasley?  You seem quite desperate.  Don’t get too clingy Potter.”

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anonymous asked:

How would Wamuu handle a tomboyish s/o that secretly likes girly things? I mean, it's JJBA we're talking about here, so they don't care if he knows about how much they enjoy fashion and make-up and pink things. It's when it comes to liking stuffed animals, cute cartoon characters, and having a secret desire to want to be treated like a princess that they start getting worried that they'll lose some of his respect for them.

I hope these are aright! I feel like they might be kinda ooc ;w;

  • Not knowing too much about current human customs, Whammu wouldn’t really care! It is, admittedly, an interesting change from their normal behavior, but humans are fickle things.
  • He’d be somewhat disappointed in himself; he wishes he was approachable enough for his s/o to not feel the need to hide their interests from him, and he wishes he’d known they wanted to be treated so well. He’d definitely do it.
  • He’d want to learn a bit more about what his s/o is interested in; what exactly is a ‘cartoon?’
  • He has a decent idea of what stuffed animals are- or at least, he thinks he does. His s/o would have to explain that they’re not actual, formerly-living animals. Once he grasps that, though, he’d task an underling or two to make some. Handmade gifts are valuable and sentimental to humans, right?
  • However, when it comes to treating his s/o like a princess, he’s totally got that covered. Given that his race is ancient, he has very traditional views of what suits royalty; if his superiors aren’t around, he’d want to carry his s/o and keep their feet from touching the floor. He’d make sure they only have the finest food that has been blessed several times over, and he’d have their bedroom decorated with petals from traditionally sacred flowers. If he can find a musician, he’d also want to keep chamber music going at all times.

anonymous asked:

You know I've had my issues with the ED twitter account in the past, I've not the batey stuff they've posted 'Robert is evil' mantra that everyone else does but I gotta say right now I'm finding their attitude hilarious -someone complains about too much Robron- they decide to release a Robron wedding album, -someone complains about too much Robron- they then change their cover photo to Robron. I'll enjoy it while it lasts lol.

If it piss s off the antis and the ones who always complain then I hope hey continue what they’re doing. And of course they’re going to try and get everything he can out of it

mxgmastxrs  asked:

Helloo!! So, I just saw the megstiel drabble you wrote for elantil-arcacia and I completely fell in love with it!!! I was wondering if you could write maybe another chapter? If that's not asking too much...

Sorry this took so long. It kind of got out of my hands (check the word count to see what I mean) and then I finished it, but my Internet was down for an entire day. Anyway, hope you enjoy it!

A continuation to this.

Genre: Medieval AU; Arranged Marriage AU

Word Count: 11321

The morning after their wedding night, Castiel had to endure Gabriel’s jokes about how he was so eager to bed his wife the two had disappeared while the rest of the guest were still dancing and drinking. He didn’t seem mad they hadn’t gone through all the rituals about getting his blessing and such.

“Did you have a good time, little brother?” he asked, with a wink.

“Yes,” Castiel said, dryly.

He didn’t want to talk about it. Not because he hadn’t enjoyed it, but because that moment with Meg had been so intimate and so fragile he felt if he talked about it too much, it would slip from his fingers. And on top of it, he was still trying to accept the he was now king of a place he had never seen personally, a place with such a terrible reputation among the Angeli that most of them called it “Hell” instead of Daemonia. And the fact his wife had all but admitted to him that she was a witch.

It was a lot to take in.

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Mark is happy where he is and enjoys what he likes best: rapping!

Best Friends (Part 1)

Summary: Meeting in college, you and Bucky strike up a friendship. And that is all there is, until Bucky realizes he’s in love with you. But it might just be a little too late for that. 

Word Count: 882

A/N: Another one, Tesla? Yep. I’d apologize but nahhh. This is based off of “Made of Honor.” Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by duckybarness

The words were becoming blurry on the screen and you knew you had probably written an entire page of incoherencies by now. Rubbing at your eyes with the heels of your hands, you took a deep breath and exhaled through your mouth, lips flapping at the force of the air leaving. Scratching behind your ear in frustration, you knew you had to go to bed and finish your paper the following morning. You were hopeless. Sleep was necessary, no matter how ahead you wanted to get on homework.

The party outside was still in full swing, but you were used to that by now. Your dorm was known to have the best parties in the campus and tonight was a Thursday. Tonight’s party was a prelude to tomorrow’s they said, but that didn’t make it any less rowdy than any other rave.

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Writing is Hard, Part 4: Dry Humping

Summary: Dean doesn’t understand the allure of dry humping.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3000ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. Hope you enjoy! XOXO


“Where does Sam think you are right now?”

Dean shrugs at you, hair dripping from the light rain that’s falling. “Can I come in?”

You head back for your chair, next to the table that holds your pizza, and leave the door open behind you. Dean follows, shrugging out of his jacket and shaking his head like a dog, though his hair is too short for it to do much good. “I told Sam I was coming to your room,” he says, a forced casual tone to his voice as he drops that bomb.

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My Princess

My Princess (m)

Word count: 3.8k

Genre: smut

I probably went a little too far with this, oh well. Although, this was probably one of my favorites i’ve written so far. Anyway, his was a request from an anon, hope you enjoy :)


Your boyfriend of one year, Jimin, decided for your anniversary he was going to take you to your favorite place, Disneyland. You two loved watching Disney movies together. You especially loved Beauty and the Beast and pretty much any princess movie. Jimin decide to even called you his princess. For your anniversary he made sure to get some time off so you two could spend a long weekend together.

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Amarte Es Un Placer (Part 1)

Summary: Soulmate AU. You and Draco share each mark, bruise, and marring on your skin. As life progresses and each mutual marking is worse, you grieve for your hurting soulmate. And he steps into your life when you least expect it. 

Word Count:1,913

Warnings: Slight blood talk. Slight angst.

A/N: This fic is my baby and I hope you all like it! I have a thing for naming my fics in Spanish now lol. But yes, enjoy this please :)  Part 2 will be out soon, I’m just too excited to write it all in one swoop and I haven’t posted something in so long.

Title Translation: Loving You is a Pleasure.


Like every other human being inhabiting this planet, you were born connected to an individual. One person that would look at you and see their world. One who would hold you like they’d never hold anything more precious for as long as they lived. One who would love you with passion and fire that eternally hungered for more.

There were no signs as to who this certain person was. You only had marks on your skin, marks that whenever he got, you got. It also worked the other way around and you found that you were extremely careful about this. You didn’t want him to get bruises and feel pain because of you. Yet that same thought didn’t seem to be in his mind and your life was spent trying to explain this or that mark.

As you grew up, before you turned eleven and followed your family’s footsteps into wizarding school, you only got minor scrapes and cuts. You assumed they were from broom-riding, you could swear you felt the wind batting against your face sometimes, even if you were sitting alone in your room reading a book.

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Expectant - Request

Requested by anon:  could you do a Reader x Sherlock where she finds out she’s expecting and Sherlock has no idea how to react for awhile? Thank you :-)
Also, another anon requested for a fluffy one with Sherlock so…

Summary: (Y/N) is acting strange, and Sherlock notices. She ends up confessing the truth and… He struggles to find the words.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Warnings: Bit of angst (not really) because of Sherlock’s reaction. Also, fluffy.

Word count: 2,807

A/N: My Sherlock feels are rising like the fenix rises from the ashes, THANKS! This is fluffy and cheesy and I love it, hope you do too. Remember feedback is highly appreciated.

Enjoy!

Originally posted by xthismeanswar

London had never been quieter. Not a single criminal dared to show up in the past week – or at least not one Sherlock cared about.

With his fiddle in hand and a melody on his head, Sherlock played for hours and hours throughout the morning. His feet with move along the music as he followed his girlfriend around the flat, making sure to keep his eyes on her at every moment.

(Y/N) was tiding it up a little since neither Sherlock nor John would do it.

“You know you don’t have to do that.” Sherlock spoke as he waltzed his way closer to her.

“I know, I just… Need to kill time, I guess.” Sherlock tilted his head.

“Anxiety?” She shook her head.

“Maybe I’m just bored.” Sherlock smiled warmly at her.

“I knew I wasn’t the only one getting bored here.” He said.

“Bored? You?” (Y/N) let out a fake laugh, “As far as I can tell you’re having a blast with your instrument.”

Sherlock didn’t reply with words but rather changing the tune to a faster one.

“Show off.” She hissed jokingly and moved to his room, where she picked up the dirty clothes and dusted the furniture.

Sherlock couldn’t help but to notice something strange in her. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it because it was such a slight change in her – and a good kind of change – that deducing it would take him hours. And that’s why he was following her.

She was resplendent yet she looked tired. “Why are you tired?”

(Y/N) looked up at him; she had been dragged out of her thoughts. “Sorry?”

“Why are you tired?” Sherlock repeated, “Last night we did… We did sleep late but we always do.”

“Maybe it’s all this cleaning.” (Y/N) suggested.

“You’ve followed me on cases that could get anyone tired after five minutes without even flinching, it’s not the cleaning.” Sherlock observed. He stopped playing and stood still, following her every move.

“Maybe I’m getting old.” Sherlock lifted an eyebrow.

“Impossible.” He stated, “If you were getting old I would be too and I’m feeling great.”

“We are getting old.” She emphasized, “With each second that passes.”

Sherlock sighed heavily and continued to play. (Y/N) excused herself and left to the bathroom. It was the fifth time she went and it wasn’t even close to mid-day.

Sherlock stopped playing once again and walked back to the living room where John was sitting and reading a newspaper.

“There’s something off about her.” Sherlock whispered without even looking at his friend but rather keeping his ice blue eyes glued to the bathroom door.

Watson, who knew exactly what was going on, shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and changed the page. He had been pretending to read the whole morning, for he knew it would be impossible for him not to react.

“You’ve read this newspaper three times already.” Sherlock observed.

“I like to re-read… Make sure everything sticks to my mind.” John replied.

“Guess that’s a method that works for common minds.” John couldn’t help but to roll his eyes, “But honestly, John, can’t you see? There’s something off about her.”

“She’s your girlfriend, Sherlock, not mine.” John beamed.

“She’s your friend, and you’re a doctor.” John sighed and scratched the corner of his eyes.

“She’s not sick.”

“How can you tell?” John inquired, “Did you check her body temperature? Her blood pressure? Her…”

“She’s fine!” John assured. Sherlock, of course, didn’t buy it and waited patiently for her to get out.

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For anon…reader is a cousin of Sam and Dean’s…Enjoy!

Y/N: *walks in* I’m back with the groceries! *mutters* Hope you haven’t killed each other yet.
Dean: *groans loudly*
Sam: *laughing* Are you serious?
Y/N: *walks into kitchen* What’s going on here?
Dean: *grumpily* Your boyfriend is cheating or something.
Y/N: What?
Reid: *smirks*
Sam: *chuckles* Dean lost to Spencer in poker…again.
Y/N: *smirks, shakes head* You two realize he’s a genius right? Eidetic memory and everything.
Dean: *deadpans*
Reid: To be fair, I’m also from Vegas.
Sam and Y/N: *laughing*
Y/N: *thinking* At least they’re getting along.

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Mr. Min - Chapter 01

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 8641

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, light breath play, cum play, punishment, demeaning names

A/N: I ended up having to split this chapter in two because it was getting so long.  I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Prologue - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04

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DISHONORED ALPHABET  ⇨ A is from Assassin, A is Attano

“Previously an agent and bodyguard to Empress Jessamine Kaldwin, Corvo is stripped of his title of Lord Protector and imprisoned by the usurper, Royal Spymaster Hiram Burrows, on the pretense of having murdered the Empress and abducted her daughter, Emily Kaldwin. After escaping from confinement on the eve of his execution, Corvo becomes either an assassin or vigilante for the Loyalist Conspiracy, eliminating Burrows’ confederates to clear his name, avenge the Empress’ death, and restore Emily to the throne.”

Whisper

Summary: Nat does everything in her power to finally get you and Bucky together. 

Warnings: This is pretty much all smut: unprotected sex (please use protection), thigh riding, oral (m receiving), praise kink (kinda?). i think that’s it, let me know if you find anything else

Words: 3.4k

A/N: I finally wrote something! I have a few more pieces in the works now too. Sorry I haven’t been writing as much, but I am trying to work on that. Hope you enjoy. Send me requests here. 

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Adrinette Month Day 5: Coffee Shop Au 

Back to working loosely haha I enjoy it far too much 8]

He didn’t know when she started sitting there, every morning at eight, with a cup of coffee in her hands. He only knew when he started remembering her. 

Sometimes she was with someone–a friend, he hoped–but most times, she was alone, sitting contentedly with her beverage, enjoying her own company. 

He never could quite muster up the courage to go up to her–what was he going to say? “Hey, I’ve been watching you drink coffee every morning as I walk to work, how’s it going?” Yeah, that’s not a bit creepy.

So one day, when it was down-pouring, and he went his way to work, believing fully that perhaps today, he might not get to see her, he was surprised to find he was wrong. There she was, wearing a bright red raincoat–but no umbrella.

And he finally found his chance.

(Another “Arthur Returns” headcanon! I had this scene running through my head while getting some projects done and thought it couldn’t hurt to do a quick sketch… but then a fic also happened. Sorry for not keeping my priorities straight, like geez… but I hope this misuse of time is enjoyed!)

He’s just in shock, Merlin told himself as he watched the water rise. He’ll be fine, I just need to give him more time… Time. There’d been far too much of it. Too much waiting and hoping and hurting. Now, Merlin couldn’t help but wonder if being absent from this world for all these centuries might’ve had some grievous effect on Arthur. He always imagined that if Arthur returned (when he returned) he’d be the same as he was before. Was that so foolish? Wishful thinking, perhaps… because the man Merlin found on the shores of Avalon was a far cry from the King he’d known and adored…

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listen…i’m a lil emo…a little emotional….because i can’t get over how much henrik loves and cares about his character?? like he portrayed him with such care and attention to details and talent and he made a very complex character like even come to life and like, we all miss even but it’s obvious he misses him too? god knows how many hours he spent reading the script and practicing lines and studying the character and it was a big part of his life, something he was truly passionate about, for a couple of months and up until two weeks ago he, like us, had something to look forward to, watching the show and seeing how the story actually turned out on screen. he had to say goodbye to the set and the show (for now) and you can tell he loved loved the experience and!! i hope he’ll enjoy many more moments on the skam set because i love even and also because henrik deserves it