i hope you like it anon!!

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Benedict touching/using his lips appreciation gif set <3

Benedict Cumberbatch as Vincent Van Gogh in “Van Gogh: Painted with words”

Vodka

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3.287

Warnings: smut, oral sex (female receiving), wrap it before you tap it!

A/N: This is another request of an anon and I hope you all will like it. I had much fun with it!

request for a drunk!bucky that is just smashed from a boy’s night out and is really horny, and steve has to bring him home to y/n? u can take it from there ;)


You sat in your little cute apartment you shared with Bucky. You two decided to leave the Stark Tower for an own home but it was still near to Tony’s residenz. You were in your favorite place of the apartment. You sat with a book and a cup of hot chocolate in the alcove with the beautiful view over the already dark city.

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I forgot to finish the holes in the corset. I’m so sorry anon TwT

anonymous asked:

For the guess thingy is it Kurapika, Gon, and Melody? If so can I get killugon fluff?

Pinpon! Correct. Congrats, Anon! Your wish shall be granted!

Thank you for parcitipating <3

Till we meet again in the next game \(^7^

Yugyeom Imagine - Video (Smut)

A/N - A nice little anon requested Yugyeom smut! This was so fun to write omg I hope all you Yugyeom stans like this one~

Oooooppppp I heard requests are open,, ok so can I request a heavy smut w yugyeom when you send him a video where you played w your breasts and he goes crazy??

Yugyeom let out a few deep breaths. He was at the dance studio rehearsing some new routines he had choreographed. The whole thing left him feeling hot and sweaty. All he wanted to do was collapse on a bed and sleep, preferably with his girlfriend right beside him. He missed you a lot. Because of his hectic schedule, he didn’t get to see you half as much as he wanted to. If it were up to Yugyeom, he’d spend every waking hour with you. Actually just every hour possible. He was so deeply in love with you it almost hurt how much he cared about you. You were his first true love and that made it all ever the more potent. Sitting down on the bench, he took a large drink of water and picked up his phone to see what messages awaited him. 

There were a handful of texts from the members asking how practice was going and when he’d get home but Yugyeom was more focused on the snapchats from you. He opened up the app and clicked on your name, causing the first image to pop up on his screen. It was an innocent enough photo of you with a cute filter over your face. Yugyeom noticed you were wearing a little silk robe but tried to ignore the response it ignited in him. The next picture came up on screen and this time the silk robe was balanced ever so carefully on your shoulders, showing Yugyeom the lack of clothes beneath it. It was positioned so he could see a hint of black lace beneath the red silk but not too much so that you could still tease him a little. Yugyeom bit his lip as he waited for the next image to appear but this time and video played on his screen. You had now completely abandoned the silk robe leaving the black laced underwear on full display for him. You ran your hands over your chest, making sure Yugyeom wasn’t missing anything. He watched the short video and as soon as it had ended, he grabbed his things and bolted out of the practice room. Dancing could wait. For now he had a little problem that only you could fix. 

Meanwhile you were waiting at home for Yugyeom to open the messages. When you saw he had seen them, you waited eagerly for a reply. As you sat on the bed, your phone buzzed signalling a message.
‘You’re getting it when I get back home.’ The message read. Your heart pounded in your chest at the thought of what Yugyeom had planned for you tonight. He would probably arrive home rather worked up and needy for someone to release that energy into. It excited you thinking about it. Teasing Yugyeom always led to fun evenings and it was especially nice for you since Yugyeom wasn’t usually a very dominant person. But once you got him worked up, there was no way he was letting you have control. Preparing for him to get home, you walked through the apartment, ready to surprise him the moment he stepped inside the door. 

Soon enough, Yugyeom arrived home and he was happy with what he saw.
“Good to see you didn’t start without me,” he said as he slipped his jacket off, his eyes fixated on your body.
“I didn’t want you to miss out on any of the fun.”
“Good. Because you’re mine. And I’m going to have to punish you for teasing me while I was at practice. Lucky for you the boys weren’t there else it could have been worse.”
“Yeah?”
“Well I can’t have any of them seeing that fucking beautiful body of yours. That’s for my eyes only.”
“Are you actually going to do something with this body or just stand there and talk about it all night?”
“Someone’s feeling feisty tonight.”
“Not feisty, just impatient and desperate for you to touch me.”
“Consider your wish granted,” he whispered as he took a few steps closer to you, his hands on your waist, pulling you in. Yugyeom’s lips touched yours in a hot kiss. You could feel his need for your body just in that one kiss.

Yugyeom’s hands lowered to your hips and he mumbled against your lips for you to jump. Holding you up, Yugyeom stumbled towards the bedroom. The two of you fell to the bed, lips leaving lazy but passionate kisses on the other. Your hands were tangled in Yugyeom’s hair and you wrapped your bare legs around his waist, letting your hips graze against the hardness that had begun to grow. Yugyeom groaned at the contact and moved his lips to your neck. He began to nip at the skin, determined to leave some kind of mark on you. As you lay beneath him, you let your hands wander over his body, tugging at the clothes constricting the porcelain skin. Yugyeom smirked into the kiss, loving how impatient you were. Minutes later the two of you were skin on skin, passionately making out in the dimly lit room. Yugyeom’s hands caressed your skin softly, sending shivers down your spine. He left no part of your skin untouched besides the one place you needed his fingers most. His mouth had slowly made its way down your neck and onto your chest. He swirled his tongue over your soft skin and sucked and nipped in all the right places. His mouth was pure magic. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more and you needed him. But there was no chance you’d be able to control him; Yugyeom was the one setting the pace and he’d be the one to decide when you get to experience your agonising release.

His kisses began to trail down your stomach, making you arch your hips as he reached closer and closer to your dripping core. His tongue playfully played on your sensitive skin and it drove you crazy. The lack of sensation had now been replaced with overwhelming pleasure. The usually slow and passionate pace was long gone and now was rough and needy. A spark had flashed inside of Yugyeom all because of that teasing video you had sent him. You lost yourself in the sensations Yugyeom’s tongue was delivering you. Before you could fully lose yourself in your climax, he pulled away from his spot between your legs and crawled back up to kiss your neck again. He teasingly positioned himself at your entrance, waiting for you to beg for him to give you what you needed. 
“Please, Yugyeom. Stop teasing, please.”
“Hm, I don’t know if you deserve it yet,” he said cheekily, biting his lip as he looked down at your helpless face. You pouted as you tangled your fingers in his hair, hoping he’d be nice and give in to you. Thankfully, you still had him wrapped around your finger so he couldn’t resist you. Yugyeom rolled his hips, pushing his length into you. He let out a soft moan and buried his face in your neck as he increased the pace of his hips.

Moans filled the room as you both fell completely to the pleasure of the moment. Yugyeom was merciless with his thrusts, unable to hold himself back. You could barely hold in your release from how amazing he felt inside you. As he felt you begin to tighten around him, Yugyeom slowed his pace to adjust your leg, holding it up closer to your head so he could pound into you from a new angle. Your moans were higher in pitch and you were almost whining. The sounds you made drove Yugyeom into a frenzy and he could feel his own release quickly building up. Soon, Yugyeom’s thrusts were too much for you and you felt the all too familiar euphoric feeling hit you. Yugyeom was still rolling his hips chasing his own release, leading to you feeling near exhausted from overstimulation. Your breaths very heavy but full of pleasure as you came down from your high. Yugyeom soon reached his own climax and pulled out of you, breathing just as heavy as yours. He collapsed beside you, still reeling from how amazing it felt to be inside you like that. Yugyeom turned his face to look at you, admiring how beautiful you looked with your hair a mess and sweat glistening on your forehead. All he could think about was how much he loved you.

Protect my Honor- Tyler Seguin

Originally posted by jamiebenntrash

Ok anon I wanted to do Auston, but he just doesn’t seem like the type… so you got Tom instead! Hope you guys like this one! Enjoy!

Warning: Fight, cusses

Anon Request: hi i love your stories💓 if requests are still open could you do a tyler seguin one where like another hockey player starts hitting on you and he gets jealous and during the game they get into a scuffle? maybe the other guy could be auston matthews? tom wilson? (:

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              You were leaning against the wall, waiting for your boyfriend to come meet you before the game. It was part of his game day routine and one you were happy to partake in.

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When you wait up all night for them- Got7 Reaction

Anon: “How about a Got7 reaction to their girlfriend staying up all night just to see them because she missed 
Here you go Anonie! I hope you like it, and that it doesn’t sound like it repeats itself to much! <3
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Mark:
This boy would be so touched that you waited up all night just to see him. Coming in to see you struggling to fight sleep, Mark would smile and pick you up from the couch to bring you to your bed. Laying you down, he’d kiss you on your forehead and tell you to go on to sleep and that he’d join you in a few moments.
(Pretend you’re Jackson)

Originally posted by ktandkpop95

Jaebum / JB:
Jaebum would be sneaking into the house, trying to make as little noise as possible, thinking you were asleep. He’d hear the TV and chuckle to himself, thinking you left it on, only to find you awake on the couch. When you got up to greet him, he’d teasingly scold you for staying up so late. But as soon as he heard your reasoning he’d melt inside and pull you close to him.

Originally posted by u-me-xist

Jackson:
Jackson would smile as soon as he laid eyes on your form slumped in a kitchen chair, waiting for him. If you had already started to doze off he would take a few seconds to admire you, trying to stop himself from squealing at how cute you looked. After a few moments, he’d wake you up enough to guide your stumbling figure into the bedroom.

Originally posted by got7ish

Jinyoung / Junior:
Jinyoung would walk into your shared apartment to be met by your arms wrapped tightly around him. Giving you a small smile he’d ask if you waited up for him. At your nod he would sigh, setting down his stuff, the proceed to walk you back to your room with your arms still wrapped around him. Once you were laying down he sat on the edge of the bed, gently moving stray hairs behind your ear as you drifted of into sleep.

Originally posted by j-miki

Youngjae:
The first thing to great this boy would probably be Coco, let’s be honest. Youngjae would pick up the dog, trying to shush her before walking towards your room. On his way, he saw a figure slumped over in one of the chairs in the living room. Walking closer, he saw that it was you, obviously having failed at waiting up for him. He’d smile his precious smile and replace you for Coco in his arms as he carried you to the bedroom.

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BamBam:
BamBam would come home to find you lying awake on the couch watching one of their latest performances on the TV. Smiling, he’d jump over the back of the couch to sit beside you, while succeeding in scaring you. Laughing, he’d pull you close to him and ask why you hadn’t gone to bed yet. You’d reply, saying you waited up for him, and he’d hide a smile from you as he nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. The two of you would cuddle on the couch and not even make it to bed before the two of you had fallen asleep.
(Imagine he’s holding you like he’s holding that trophy XD)

Originally posted by jypnior

Yugyeom:
I feel like Yugyeom would come home tired from practice and being with his hyung’s all day long. He’d be dragging his feet, looking forward to nothing more than curling up in bed with you by his side. It’d be a pleasant surprise when he heard your voice softly calling out to him. He’d turn to you, noting the tired look that overtook your features. Winding his arm around your waist, he’d lead you to the bedroom without a word coming from the two of you. You noted how he was practically asleep before his head even hit the pillow and smiled to yourself, kissing the top of his head and following him into dream land.

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anonymous asked:

I just spent the last two days reading a multi-chapter fanfic and now my sense of characterisation is slightly out of whack so I hope you don't mind me asking (and you don't have to answer!) but, would the crew ever get to a point of being comfortable around ryan? a time where they no longer see just the reputation of the vagabond lurking in their midst and feel at ease knowing the person behind the mask?

It takes a few years, but they get there. When Ryan first joined, no one truly trusted him, and there was not a shred of trust from him either. He had been a lone wolf for too long, never wanting or never needing a crew. Ryan is dangerous, he’s quiet and calculating and never lets his emotions slip. The Fakes are a tight knit group and having an outsider, especially one with a kill count as high as Ryan’s, is enough to put them all on edge. They didn’t mesh. Ryan had to learn to work as a team, the Fakes had to learn to trust him, and for a long time it was a strictly professional relationship. Eventually, Ryan opened up a bit. The Vagabond side of him came out less often and the crew finally got to know Ryan instead. They trusted each other, laughed together, and the crew was truly a team at that point. It didn’t slip their mind, however, that Ryan was the person behind the mask that everyone feared. That he was capable of chilling things and that he had not gained his reputation undeservingly. It took years and complete vulnerability on both parts for Ryan to become a part of their family. Ryan was gentle and talked about himself rather than locking himself away. The crew opened up to him, about ambitions, emotions, fears. They trusted him with their lives and they shared some good times together, and some dark times as well. They became a unit, and there was no longer any distrust between them. At that point, the Vagabond was gone, completely separable from the man they shared the penthouse with. He was no longer a dominant part of his being, but just a name with a story.

Got7 reaction to their S/O being randomly horny

A/N - A nice little reaction for you all! Thanks to the anon who requested this one, I hope you like it! Also, just so you’re all aware, requests are currently closed!

Hi I was wondering if u could do a got7 scenario on how they would react to you being randomly horny?? In diff. situations? Thanks!

Mark: Mark would find it super hot if you were randomly horny while on an outing with the other members at the cinema or something. He’d love feeling your hand travel up his thigh as you show him how much you need him.

JB: Depending on the situation, Jaebum would either love or hate it. If he was with family or someone important or in a stressful situation, he wouldn’t like it. But if you’re alone or at a boring dinner with the boys he’d love it.

Jackson: If randomly start feeling Jackson up and letting him know you’re in the mood, he will respond in the same way like that boy is always ready to get down and dirty no matter where you guys are.

Jinyoung: If you were in public, Jinyoung wouldn’t like it if you showed him that you were in the mood. I see him as being more of the private type so would only want you to act like that in the privacy of your own home.

Youngjae: This ‘innocent’ little sunshine is totally not innocent okay Youngjae would love it if you got randomly horny throughout the day. He’d use it to his advantage and start teasing you with his skillful fingers.

Bambam: I don’t think Bambam would like it too much if you started touching him to tell him you were in the mood and it was a public situation. I think he gets a bit embarrassed by it and so prefers to be away from people if you’re going to do it.

Yugyeom: Some days he might really like it if you show him how needy you’re feeling for him but others he wouldn’t like it as much and it’d just depend on how he was feeling. But if he’s into it then you’re in for a fun evening.

anonymous asked:

Hiii so I was wondering because Jungkook can be very shy but do you think he talks a lot when he's comfortable with people? Like in the dorm with the members? I just wondered ☺ I hope you have a nice day ^.^

he definitely talks a lot with people he’s comfortable with. tbh he actually talks A LOT now compared before. before I NEED U era, kookie would be really really shy he rarely speaks up in interviews and he doesn’t even play around much on camera like he does now. You can even watch old Bangtan Bombs wherein he can’t even talk directly to the camera without covering his face hehe! when they did HYYH PT1 and he became a bit more comfortable with himself and saying what’s on his mind, a lot of ARMYs were asking what happened to jungkook. Joon even had to explain in a fansign something like “Everyone, nothing happened to jungkook. He has always been like that in the dorms since the beginning. Now he’s showing his true colors.” It’s the beginning of when he started to become a meme hehehe~ our jungkookie ^_^

Loser || Joe Sugg

Originally posted by cdxh

Requests are currently [ CLOSED ]

Masterlist can be found [ HERE ]

Word Count: 1k+

Summary: In which (Y/N), Zoe and Joe film a video called Sister-In-Law VS Boyfriend and Joe ends up losing miserably. 

Dedicated too: The anon who requested this, I got so excited when I got your request and couldn’t help but write it immediately. I hope you like it!!xo




“Hello everyone, today I’m joined by these two!” Zoe begins her usual intro with a wide smile as she gestures toward Joe and (Y/N), who had Nala in her lap and was kissing her face, causing Joe and Zoe to burst out laughing.

(Y/N) sticks her tongue out at them but waves at the camera, her lips parting to talk but moving into a pout when Nala jumps down and scrambles out of the room.

“So today me and Joe were going to film something completely different, but then (Y/N) informed me that according to Wikipedia, she’s actually my sister-in-law! So seeing as she doesn’t have her own channel, I decided to bribe her with chocolate to do the boyfriend vs sister-in-law, aka me and Joe: on my channel instead!”

(Y/N) raises her hand and waits silently, staring at the pair as they spoke to the camera and between them before eventually glances over at her and snorting in amusement. “Can I express an opinion?”

Joe throws his head back and laughs, reaching over Zoe and patting his girlfriends thigh. “Babe, you’re not six, you don’t have to raise your hand.” Zoe nods in agreement, an amused grin on her face.

(Y/N) huffs and folds her arms across her chest, glaring at the siblings lightheartedly. “Shush, you guys spend the majority of your life behind the camera, this is still all new to me.”

Zoe smiles in sympathy and pats her shoulder, whereas Joe smirked and threw himself over Zoe and straight at her, causing them both to fall to the floor with a resounding ‘thud’. Zoe started laughing hysterically, especially when Joe stood up and his hair was standing in literally every direction humanly possible.

(Y/N), however, remains on the floor until Joe sighed over-dramatically and walked over to pick her up, setting her back at her feet and rolling his eyes at the smug smile on her face. “Mm, I love you.”

He grins and kisses her quickly before they both return to their spots on the bed, although this time (Y/N) sits in between the two Suggs and glances down at your phone slyly as they begin the video. “Okay so, I have six questions here and the answers written with them so I can’t cheat.”

They both nod, and Joe glares at Zoe playfully. “Oh, you’re going down.”

Zoe bites her lip and smirks. “Oh broseph, I wouldn’t be too sure about that.” She pauses in thought for a moment before snapping her fingers together in realisation. “We need buzzer noises! Mines gonna be 'bird!’”

“Bird?” Joe repeats, and Zoe nods confidently. “Okay them, well my buzzer noise is 'cat!’, because I’m gonna take you down!”

(Y/N) can’t help but smile at the competiveness of the two, before she read her first question out loud. “Okay, let’s start. When I was sixteen, I did my GCSE’s. What exam did I get my highest mark in?”

Joe’s jaw drops at the question but Soe spring forward immediately. “Bird! Bird!”

(Y/N) looks at Zoe with a wide smile. “Zo?”

“You got an A* in Higher Maths!” She exclaims, and (Y/N) cheers for her and nods.

Turning to face Joe, who was frowning at the ground and had a small pout on his lips, she smirks and pokes his side making him squirm slightly and giggle. “The next one’s pretty easy babe.”

“But I knew that one!” He responds, the childish pout returning to his face when Zoe laughs and throws her head back at his words.

Shaking her head in amusement, (Y/N) lists up her phone and begins to read out the next question. “Okay, how old was I when I got my first ever tattoo?” Joe gasps and flails his arms around, but his buzzer sound doesn’t escape his mouth until after Zoe shouts hers. She looks at the older Sugg and smirks. “If you get this right, I’ll be very impressed.”

Zoe furrows her brows and nods. “I swear you told me once that you were like, fourteen or something?”

(Y/N) nods excitedly, clapping her hands together and glancing over at her boyfriend with a sympathetic frown as she pats his arms softly. “I think your sister did her research, babe.”

Joe grumbles unhappily and turns to face the camera with an annoyed look on his face. Zoe and (Y/N) share an amused grin before she continues onto the next question. “This is a good one. How many followers, to the nearest one thousand, does my main blog have right now?”

“Cat! Fucking cat, cat, cat!” Joe shouts, jumping up and down on the spot as Zoe laughs and his girlfriend turns to face him with a proud smile. “I know this! I was reading your latest post on the way down here! It was something like, one million, three thousand?”

(Y/N) cheers and hugs him tightly, leaving Zoe to pout just as Joe had been previously.

It turned out that the question above was the only one Joe managed to get a point for, either buzzing in too late or having absolutely no idea what the hell his girlfriend was referring too. The fact that Zoe knew the answers to the questions was bullshit, and he made his feelings very clear several times throughout the length of the video.

By the end, he had an annoyed scowl on his face, his arms crossed against his chest and an adorable pout on his lips. He was defiantly annoyed, but he’d spent so much time laughing during the video at some of (Y/N)’s absolutely ridiculous questions, he couldn’t find it within himself to be mad at her.

Instead, he pulls her into a kiss just as Zoe filmed the outro and smirked against her lips as she hummed against his. “Those questions were absolute bullshit and you know it.”

She pulls away slightly and looks into his eyes with a cheeky smile. “And yet you still love me, and even if you are still sore loser, I love you too.”

He brushes his lips back against hers and presses their foreheads together softly. “And don’t I just know it.”

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When they confess to you they’re not human ~~ hope you like it @irae-michyeosseo-bi

~~ on a side note thanks for telling me about my master list anon I fixed it ☺

anonymous asked:

I hope you'll have a minute to answer this. How do distribution or licensing deals work. If Harry owns the masters (thru Erskine) and he owns publishing rights to his songs (HS Publishing or something like that), how does Columbia get paid? Is it like a percentage of sales and streams? Merchandise and tour (but he also has a touring co.) I realize that the 3 album deal is not equal to 3 years, but /if/ $80m is true, then how do they make back that much $ if Harry retains so much control? Tx!

The $80 million isn’t true. Full stop. Not true.

As to the rest of it, if Harry owns the masters, Columbia makes money by taking a percentage of all sales, streaming, touring, and merchandising. But in this kind of deal, they take a simple percentage, not earnings less “creative accounting” divided by “shady shit” minus “a number pulled out of their asses” like a regular record deal.

It’s probably 40-50% of his revenue, but still much simpler math and much more lucrative in the long run for an artist that is established and all but guaranteed to do really well. And they’ll do that because they aren’t investing a lot of money in a new artist that’s hit or miss. Someone starting out usually doesn’t get that kind of deal.

anonymous asked:

Phil is planning to quit his job in SHIELD and move away. Clint needs to either figure out the way to make Phil stay or come clean about his feelings. (Or both :) )

Author’s note: these two prompts just seem to go hand in hand (kinda like Phil and Clint). To both Anons, thank you and I hope you don’t mind I put them together in one fill.

- Lola

He’s thought long and hard about it. He believed he was strong enough to handle anything that SHIELD could throw at him but it turns out he’s not. Not anymore.

To be that close to someone for so long and not be able to tell them how you feel; to not be able to act on those feelings. To feel the heat of their skin beneath your hands, their warm breath against your cheek, their tears on your fingertips not because you’re making love slowly, passionately with all the time in the world but because you’re keeping pressure on a wound desperately trying to stop them from bleeding out. To stroke their hair and wipe the sweat from their eyes while they hold tight to your hand not with love but from pain. To never be able tell them “I love you. It’ll be okay because I love you and we’ll get through this together.”

You get through it, that first time then the next, until one day it all becomes too much.

No. He’s not strong enough. Not anymore.

It’s time.

***

“What’s this?” asks Fury peering at the manilla file with SHIELD CONFIDENTIAL stamped across it in large black letters as though it might be contaminated. In his line of work, it’s always possible.

“My resignation,” Coulson tells him dropping into the notoriously uncomfortable visitor’s chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Hmmm. I’ll bite. Why is your resignation sitting on my desk, Senior Agent Coulson? And don’t get comfy. You can’t come in here, toss that on my desk, and sit your ass down like you’re here for a scotch and a chat.”

Coulson makes himself comfortable anyway – he’s the only one who can – while Fury pours the scotch. He accepts the drink, takes a sip and says calmly, “It’s time.”

Fury doesn’t bother sipping. He downs his in one and refills the glass.

“Shit,” he mutters.

They joke about a couple of times a year, especially when things are rough and friends and colleagues are injured… or lost. They joke about jacking it in and retiring to some small town or tropical island and doing civilian shit like teaching or becoming a mechanic or running a bar. Then they get drunk and start the spy shit all over again. But Coulson; Fury’s sharpest recruit, his one good eye, his… friend, once told him the day he said “It’s time” it was real. A point of no return had been reached and he wasn’t coming back from it. He had thought it was still a long way off but… guess not.

“You told them yet?”

Coulson shakes his head and takes another sip.

“You told him yet?”

Coulson drops his gaze. Fury sighs.

“Why don’t you just…”

Coulson cuts him off. “You know why.”

His voice is still calm but now there’s a slight edge to it and even Fury understands that pushing Coulson when he’s like this is a lost cause. He’ll get up and walk out and there’ll be no more talking. Ever.

“Mother-fucker!”

***

“I wanted to tell you two first. I owe you that.”

That brings the two of them up short from their ear flicking and rib poking of each other.

Coulson’s leaning against the front of his desk, arms folded across his chest, head tilted slightly to the side. Not his ‘duty stance’ which would be worrying. He’s relaxed, chilled even but something’s off.

“Fuck, boss! You’re not dying are you?” Clint asks… well demands.

Natasha gives his ear another painful flick. He pokes her ribs. Coulson rolls his eyes.

“I’m retiring.”

“Oh… is that all? Thought it was life or death or s’mthin.”

Natasha ceases all teasing and stares at her handler with narrowed eyes and pursed lips.

“Really?”

Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it she recites in her head over and over.

He’d confessed all to her years earlier when they’d almost lost Clint on a mission gone wrong. He hadn’t meant to but his face gave him away. She’d slipped into the hospital room when Coulson was watching over him. The tears on his cheeks hadn’t quite dried and they’d glinted when he’d looked up to see her waiting silently by the door. But it was the look of absolute love and adoration and pain on his face just before he lifted his head which told her everything she would ever need to know about how he felt. His words later were merely confirmation of that which she’d already guessed.  

But he says it.

“It’s time.”

She closes her eyes for a moment then opens them again. The sadness in them is almost too much for him and he clenches his jaw bunching the muscles together in hard lump much like the one in his throat. She nods her acceptance and he nods his gratitude. They won’t speak of it again and she’ll keep the promise she’d made those years before. Clint won’t find out from her.

Oblivious Clint asks, “So if you’re retiring can I have your office?”

Coulson snorts and unfolds himself from his position and returns to his chair on the other side. “Hardly. Jasper’ll need somewhere to hide from you when he takes over.”

“Never worked for you.”

***

“He’s leaving,” Natasha says.

“He’s not,” Clint argues, bored with the conversation already. “He always says that when one of us gets hurt. And this time it wasn’t even that serious.”

In the scheme of things, he’s right. A couple of cracked ribs, a black eye and plenty of cuts and bruises were nothing spectacular. But for Coulson his “one day” had arrived and he wasn’t coming back from it.

“You have to convince him to stay.”

“He’s not…”

“Clint,” she says sharply. He flinches.

“Do you trust me, little bird?” she continues gently, regretting that she made him jump.

“Always, Tasha.”

“Then convince him to stay… or tell him how you feel.”

He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to.

She touches her hand to his face and whispers softly, “Tell him. He’s moving back to Wisconsin in two months.”

***

When he finds out she’s right, Clint tries everything. Cajoling, threats, jokes, begging, the silent treatment. Being awesome, being a dick, being a complete and utter pain in Coulson’s ass… And with each new attempt, Coulson gives him that little half-smile and says quietly, “It’s time.”

Clint’s heart is breaking. The realisation finally hits him, Coulson – his rock, his comfort, his protector, the fucking love of his life – is leaving and there’s nothing he can do. His heart… his world… is falling apart.

He tries one last thing.

“Okay. I get it. You’re retiring. Moving back to Hicksville USA to teach high school students about Captain America and the Howling Commandos.”

Coulson snorts. He’s already considered how to work them into his lesson plans.

“Can I call in one last favour?”

“Pretty sure you’re on negative favours by now, Barton,” Coulson tells him with an amused look.

“Yeah, well probably but… y’know. One last negative favour?”

Coulson smiles properly, with dimples and creases in the corners of his eyes, which almost succeeds in cleaving the archer’s heart in two. But he ignores that sharp pain and does everything he can to hide his feelings. As usual.

“It’s still no for the office.”

Clint gives him a pitiful look; it’s not hard to do.

“Okay. One last negative favour,” Coulson agrees.

“Help me sort out my apartment.”

“Clint, by the time we do that I’ll be dead of old age never mind retired!”

Clint pulls out all the big guns and gives him a pitiful look and the puppy dog eyes. 

Coulson sighs. “Okay but… I’m putting a time limit on it. I move in a few weeks. Still have to pack.”

“I guess I could help…”

“Guess? Barton You’ll be with me 24/7 for the next week plus the few hours it takes to pack up my stuff.”

Clint ignores the comment about the time it will take to pack Coulson’s entire apartment. He has one week to change Coulson’s mind.

***

In the end it takes one box… well trunk.

“Can you give me a hand with this?” Clint asks dragging it out from a cupboard. They’ve worked pretty solidly for two days. Found a routine with the clearing and cleaning working smoothly as a team… as always. It saddens them both.

“Fuck, Barton! You got a dead body in there you’re not telling me about.”

Clint grins. “Nah, boss. You know I always tell you about those before I ask you to help bury them.”

Coulson huffs out a soft laugh that raises the hair on Clint’s arms and neck.

“You start, I’ll grab some beer.”

“Not gonna explode is it?”

“Ah… no?”

“Not encouraging, Barton.”

Clint gives his handler, soon to be ex-handler if this doesn’t work, a few minutes to uncover his treasures. They’re worthless to anyone but him. Useless trash really but he hopes they​ might mean something to Coulson. Might explain how he feels about the other man.

When he returns to the bedroom Coulson’s sitting with his back against the wall, surrounded by bits of paper (ticket stubs, torn flyers, rejected mission reports…); broken items (a watch, a fountain pen, a pair of glasses…); stuffed toys (an overstuffed bear, a dog missing an eye, a knitted purple elephant); a box full of bottle tops; a bag full of candy bar wrappers, another with hospital tags… a brick, a piece of rubble and a pile of stones… and so much more Coulson Phil recognises as going back almost ten years.

The elephant’s in Phil’s lap and he’s absently rubbing its ear. He looks up at Clint, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.

“All this time?” His voice is hoarse with emotion.

Clint shrugs then nods. He doesn’t move for a moment, standing awkwardly with the two bottles. He sets them down and slowly walks forward, as though not to spook the other man, and sits beside him on the floor. Phil’s eyes never leave him.

Their arms are touching, just enough to feel the warmth from the other. Phil lets his hand slide down to Clint’s resting on the floor, and brushes his knuckles against the archer’s. Clint takes his hand and carefully threads their fingers together.

“Stay,” Clint tells him softly leaning in towards him.

Phil squeezes his hand gently and nods. The kiss when it happens is a tender brush of lips before they rest their foreheads together. The rest will come but for now they’re happy just being like this.

***

“What’s this?” asks Fury peering at the manilla file with SHIELD CONFIDENTIAL stamped across it in large black letters as though it holds an wanted surprise within. In his line of work, it’s always possible.

“My request for reinstatement,” Coulson tells him dropping into the notoriously uncomfortable visitor’s chair on the opposite side of the desk.

“Hmmm. I’ll bite. Why is your is your reinstatement request sitting on my desk, Senior Agent Coulson?”

Coulson accepts the offered glass of whisky, takes a sip and says calmly, “Because I’m getting married and I’d like to work alongside my husband.”

Fury smirks and tips his glass in a celebrity toast. “'Bout fucking time. Here.”

“Not going to explode is it?” Coulson enquires suspiciously, stopping another manilla file with SHIELD CONFIDENTIAL stamped across it in large black letters from sliding off the desk with his forefinger.

“You have to get over the whole exploding items thing, Cheese. Your first gig as Level Eight. We found Captain America.”

To Love Yourself the Way I Do

Request: Anonymous said: Can you pls do an imagine loki where he comforts female reader when she’s sad\down about the way she looks? Thank you. ♥ 

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Words: 570

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this! Anon, I hope this is good, I hope you like and enjoy this! <3


Originally posted by i-like-marvel


You stared in the mirror as your eyes started mapping out your imperfections. Your brain was easily cooperating when it came to this.

The dark voices from the inside told you to hate every inch of your body. To hate how your legs didn’t look like a Victoria’s Angel’ ones, to hate how your lips weren’t so plump and smooth, or how your belly would stick out a little when you sit down.

Nevertheless, those thoughts did not hurt as much as it hurt to think that the person you loved with your whole heart and soul, would see you as an unattractive mortal and nothing more.

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Protect || Buttercream

Originally posted by suggsquared

Requests are currently [ CLOSED ]

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Word Count: 1k+

Summary: In which you get injured at a Gleam party and the boys make a huge deal out of looking after you after being you cry for the first time and feeling very protective of you. 

Dedicated too: The anon who requested this, I hope you like it!!xo




Seeing as you were bestfriends with each and every member of the buttercream squad, you were a compulsory addition. It’d all started when you met them in a club one night; Jack had saved you from a rather awkward situation where a guy was being a bit forceful and had then taken you to meet his friends. You clicked with each of them almost instantaneously. 

You didn’t have a Youtube channel, instead you worked at an editing company in Central London - but after the boys got to see one of your most recent projects, they demanded that you quit your job and work with them behind the scenes instead. Seeing as you’d never exactly enjoyed your job, being able to walk into the building with your head held high and quitting on the spot with no explanation was one of the best feelings that you’d ever felt. 

Working for the boys didn’t feel like work, not really. Of course, some videos were more challenging than others, but they were always so much fun to put together and add silly effects to. You got to travel, more than you ever had before, and the fact that you got spend all that time with a group of boys who surely enough became like your brothers after just a matter of months made it all the more enjoyable.

LA was by far your favourite place to visit, and luckily enough the boys all visited the place regularly. That was the city where you finally found you true worth, and gained the confidence to begin appearing in the boys’ videos and vlogs.

During one of Gleam’s annual parties, where you were supposedly each and every one of the boys’ plus one, you tripped over a particularly long extension cord in your room and sprained your ankle pretty bad.

Seeing as you couldn’t exactly walk afterwards, all of the boys waited on you hand and foot. They all freaked out at first, especially after finding out that you were hurt, and Joe had wasted no time in storming up to the front desk to shout at the manager about the unsafe wires whilst Caspar and Oli made sure you hadn’t broken or fractured any bones.

That night, the boys decided that it’d be best if they took you home a day early. You tried to insist that it wasn’t necessary, but they weren’t being swayed at all. They insisted that you needed to be at home where they could keep at eye on you and where you could take painkillers and not have to worry about drunk people causing you any more injuries.

You got two separate cars home, seeing as there was no way you could all fit into one, and as there was virtually no traffic, you arrived back at Joe’s apartment in no time.

The boys had decided that since Joe had the biggest place that it’d be best for them all to crash there, seeing as none of the boys were willing to part ways with you until they knew for a fact that you were okay.

Jack carried you up the stairs, and even though you’d rolled your eyes and told him that he honestly didn’t need too, he did anyways. Joe unlocked the door and opened it for you and Jack, though you could do anything but smile at him in thanks as Jack whisked you off into the apartment and placed you down into the couch with such delicacy it almost made you laugh.

The rest of the boys all huddled around and and provided endless cuddles for the rest of the evening, and even let you choose what to watch. Of course you chose your favourite show, which none of them argued about, instead they all smiled softly whenever they heard you giggle: knowing that as long as you were laughing, you weren’t in any pain.

Conor respectively had the most comfortable and soft shirt on, so you ended up with your head on his chest and your legs draped over two other boys, and then your hands entwined with two different hands whose owners you weren’t exactly sure of.

It was like a huge puppy pile, everyone cuddling and sharing blankets - no arguments or drunken conversations. Simply shared smiles and a respected amount of comfort. They’d all panicked when they found out that you were hurt, and they weren’t afraid to admit that, but they’d never actually seen you cry before and their protective instincts kicked in immediately at the sight of tears.

You were their bestfriend, their little sister - one of the most important people in all of their lives. And even though it was a minor injury, all they wanted to do from that moment on was wrap you up in cotton wool and hug you until you fell asleep - when they knew you couldn’t accidentally cause yourself harm.

You share a few conversations about the episode once it finishes, and you giggle at Joe’s displeased expression, knowing he wasn’t exactly fond of the show at all, but still pulled through for your sake. Feeling your eyes on him, he turns his head and gives you two thumbs up with a forced smile that made you laugh and squeeze your eyes shut in amusement.

Conor then spent awhile telling you about his weekend at the studio, explaining some of the songs he’d managed to record for his new album and even leaking a few of the lyrics after you’d all promised to never repeat them to anyone.

You curled your first around his shirt as the painkillers that Joe had basically force fed you began to kick on: your eyes fluttering as you tried to force yourself to stay awake. But when you feel one of the boys run their hand through your hair and began to play with it, a well known way to put you to sleep almost instantly, you sigh into Conor’s chest and allow yourself to fall into the land of dreams; your fist remaining clutched around Conor’s shirt.

All of the boys share a knowing smile as they all look down at you with small grins on their faces. Protecting and looking after you made them feel good, and they’d happily do it more often. But for now, they were just glad that you were safe at home. 

white shirts ♡ grayson

requested: yes

anon: your their best friend and you end up giving them a boner by accident?

anon: okay I saw someone else do this, but I think you could do it better 😂 can you do an imagine (Maybe both boys? just seperate posts) where you’re like their best friend and you accidentally give them a boner

(a/n – so big news is coming up, it’s really exciting haha!!! hope you gray girls enjoy this one hahahah!) 



“Gray!” You yell, entering your best friends house, “Your very favorite person has arrived!” You say in a sing-song voice.

“In the backyard, Y/N!” You hear him yell as you closed the door, putting your bags down and taking your shoes off.

It was really hot outside when you reached his backyard. He was laying on the couch outside, scrolling through twitter on his phone.

“Gray! You’re so boring!” You whine and he rolls his eyes, placing his phone on his chest and looking up at you.

“Me? Boring? Impossible.” He says and you stick your tongue out.

Suddenly you jump up, running towards the shade, “The floor is so hot!” You yell and he laughs,

“Where are your shoes?” He asks and you narrow your eyes at him and give him that, where-the-hell-do-you-think look, making him laugh even harder.

“God it’s hot.” You groan, fanning yourself making Grayson’s eyes light up for an unknown reason.

“You think it’s hot, huh?” He asks, inching toward you making you a little bit confused.

“Um, Yes, it is very hot. You think it’s cold, or something?” You laugh but when he just smirks you know something’s up. He quickly scooped you up in his arms and in one swift motion, before you knew what was going on, he ran to the deep side of the pool and threw you in, a loud scream coming from your mouth before you went under completely.

“Grayson! I’m going to kill you!” You yell as soon as your head pops out of the water, but he was only laughing hysterically.

“Your face-and-and your scream! Oh my gosh-” He gasps for air, laughing way harder than he should have.

“Gray!” You pout, swimming to the side where he was and lifting up your arms for him to grab you out of the water. You were much too lazy to swim all the way across the pool.

He laughs a little bit more before bending down and grabbing your waist, pulling you out of the water with ease.

“Now i’m all wet!” He pushes you away and you almost fall back in the pool.

“Seriously?” You raise your eyebrows and then run towards him, wrapping your arms around him tightly and pressing your whole body to his causing him to get really wet.

“Y/N!” He yells and tries to pry you off but you wouldn’t budge,

Then you realized the pool water on your feet was drying off, and your feet were burning hot. You jump onto Grayson quickly, wrapping your legs around him tightly.

“God that is so hot!” You say, your arms around his neck as you look at the ground.

You turn your head a little to be met with Grayson’s eyes staring at you. You felt heat rush to your face as you quickly look away,

“Sorry! The floor-uh, it’s really hot.” You stammer. You weren’t sure why Grayson was looking at you with such interest when you were put back down in the shade.

Your eyes trail down to your feet when you noticed something. Grayson had a boner.

Your eyes visibly widen and you let out a very quiet gasp. Then you look at yourself and see why.

You were wearing a white t-shirt, and when Grayson threw you in the pool, everything became visible. Everything.

“I’m so sorry. I have to go ta-” He sighs and almost runs out of the backyard to take care of his situation. But what came out of your mouth next was highly unexpected,

“Maybe I could do it for you.” You say and automatically slap your hand over your mouth, surprised at yourself, “Oh my god.” You whisper and mentally slap yourself.

Then he does the last thing you expected him to do. He smirks and replies, “Follow me and you can do a lot more than just take care of my situation.”

a/n – well then. ANYWAY so i have taken into consideration and I will be doing Tuesdays and Fridays but instead of 4 posts only on Tuesdays there will be 2 on Tuesdays and 2 on Fridays (: 

anonymous asked:

I am a woman on a mission and I will not stop until I have read every one of your fics (except that one that's on hiatus). They are making me very happy. 💙❤ Also, sorry for not leaving all the comments you deserve, I just really can't come up with anything rational by the end (I am leaving kudos at everything though). So you get these squealing asks here instead. Thanks again for the wonderful fics!!! ❤💙

EEEEP OH GOD THE ONE ON HIATUS,,,,, i feel so bad, i uploaded the first chapter in december and haven’t worked on it ever since :’D

i’m glad my fics are making you happy though 💙💙 don’t worry about leaving comments or not, i’m already happy that you read them :D and the squealing asks are just as good, believe me ❤❤

I LOVE THE PIZZA ONE TOO!! :D probably because it’s the first one i’ve written, i have an emotional connection to it. it’s also the only one where i’ve really written them flirting and oblivious keith was extremely fun to write :P 

!!!! have fun with that, i hope you’ll like it!!^^ ❤💙 you don’t have to thank me for writing stuff, i’m more than happy to do that. it’s fun and everyone is always so super nice to me… 

:DD i love you too! and thank you for reading all my stuff!! you are definitely not annoying, i consider us friends now :P