i just loved this shot and i love when they wear the vests

Taste The Sweet (Grayson Smut)

Summary: You’re a Youtuber, hanging around the H&M tent at Coachella. Grayson is your biggest fan.
Word Count: 2,861
Warnings: Fingering.
A/N: Thank you to the anon who sent this idea in! This is all your idea, I’m just writing it out. I didn’t want to post the request because it contains “spoilers” but this imagine is basically what the anon requested. Hope you like this one! (title from Don’t Be So Shy by Imany)


“Turn your head a little to the side…” The photographer gestured with her hand, cocking her head to the left so you smiled and complied. “Perfect. Now smile.”

The flash went off a few times as she snapped her photos, and you tried to stay still and let her do the work but you were feeling too excited. Earlier today you had arrived in Palm Springs, ready to head over to the festival and show off your outfit that you had spent three weeks planning beforehand.

You didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky. One minute you had been uploading your pictures on instagram and it had blown up, gaining over a hundred thousand followers the first few months. By the time you had reached five hundred thousand, you had started up a Youtube channel, and a year later you had gained over two million on your channel and been invited to numerous events. Coachella being one of them.

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The List - Bucky x Reader - One Shot

Originally posted by buckwildbarnes

You punched the button on the elevator and sighed, closing your eyes. It was disastrous date one after another. This guy was sent a message by his ex right when you were having dinner and getting along. He then proceeded to show you the text message of her wanting to try again before running off.

The other one previously was obnoxiously rude. He interrupted the waitress when she was talking about the specials, he interrupted you and straight out said your opinion was wrong when you were talking about movies, at first you thought he was trying to be funny, until you realised he was more serious than ever.

The elevator doors opened and you walked straight into the living room and fell onto the couch with a sigh. Steve shot Wanda a worried look as she moved over to you and rubbed your arm.

“No more dates, I’ve had enough. I’m done” You mumbled into the couch before rolling over to look at the ceiling.

“You say this but then you go on about how you miss the intimacy of a relationship and enjoying their company..” Wanda explained and you covered your eyes with your arm. She was right as always.

“Bad date again?” You heard a deep voice pipe up, you lifted your head to see Bucky in the doorway, sipping coffee from a mug without a care in the world. If anything, he seemed almost smug. You looked at him, his white vest on and his flattering grey sweatpants on. This would be much easier if Bucky Barnes would just love you. 

“You could say that” You mumbled, sitting up and pulling your coat off and your shoes. Wanda shot Bucky a look which brought him to sit next to you. Steve soon excused himself and Wanda put her face in a magazine. 

“C’mon doll, we’ll watch some crap TV and you’ll be over whatever his name is in no time” Bucky rubbed your arm, you dropped your head on his shoulder as he put on animal planet, knowing the puppies were gonna cheer you up. 


It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with your head on Bucky’s lap, as soon as he started playing with your hair you were a goner.

“Bucky Barnes” Wanda hissed making him snap out of his lovesick trance as he watched you. “Do something.”

“I can’t just do something” Bucky hissed back “I’m not what she’s looking for.”

“What’s that then?” Wanda raised an eyebrow making Bucky groan.

“A man with two actual arms, not previously brainwashed, not previously an assassin. Someone who knows how to have a good time. I haven’t even kissed anyone since the 40s..” Bucky listed off, he realised his jerky movements had woke you temporarily from your slumber. He froze on the spot as you sat up and yawned, rubbing your eyes. You gave them both a small wave before heading to your bedroom.

“Did she hear anything?” Bucky asked panicked.

“No she’s still mostly asleep” Wanda reassured.


The next day you went in the kitchen to grab some breakfast when something really odd happened. Bucky had himself pressed up against Wanda as she bent down to get something. The look of horror crossed his face as he noticed what you walked in on. You felt slightly disheartened, you had only been in love with Bucky since you started, but he never reciprocated your feelings, so who were you to be angry. It did sting you a little that it was Wanda of all people.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll uh..come back later” You stuttered over your words before making a swift exit, not able to get that image out of your mind.

“Barnes, please get your dick away from me” Wanda cursed picking up the plates she had dropped behind the island. 

“I didn’t mean to, I just went to grab them as you did and now Y/N walked in and..” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair “This is bad.”

“Look it doesn’t matter, she probably didn’t think anything of it.” Wanda reassured sitting down with her food “As I was saying, we are gonna go through your list of things and make you the perfect candidate.”

Wanda frowned as she picked up the piece of paper that Bucky had passed to her, clearly ripped from his journal.

1. Two arms.

“Bucky, Y/N is not superfical, and you know she loves your arm, plus there’s not much we can do about that” Wanda frowned. “Okay what’s next?”

2. Handsome

“Alright, what do you say about getting a haircut Barnes? And a shave?” Wanda asked and Bucky fiddled with his hands before nodding. He really did like Y/N, and even though he had an inkling she liked him back, he wanted to really blow her away.


You walked into the living room, blanket in hand and chocolate in the other. The room was fully free for once, which was strange it never happened. You had been out all day with Natasha, trying to get you set up with one of her friends. After seeing Bucky and Wanda, it kind of gave you the kick up the ass you needed.

You took comfort in the corner of the sofa and put on your favourite film, Dirty Dancing. You eyed Bucky walking into the room and frowned as he sat down next to you. His hair was much shorter, much much shorter. 

“Hey doll, mind if I join?” He asked with a smile as you eyed his hair, and his smooth face.

“No that’s fine, what happened to your hair Buck?” You asked, running your hand through it. You couldn’t lie he looked good, but this wasn’t the Bucky you were used to. Especially considering he was wearing some very strange designer pyjamas as well. 

“Wanda suggested I get it cut, don’t you like it?” He asked worriedly as you gave him a strange look. Your hands now running along his jaw as you inspected either side of his hair.

“It suits you, it looks good. Just not used to it” You said sitting back down. Of course Wanda would suggest he get a haircut. Maybe it was his choice too, you just hoped she wasn’t rushing him into changing himself.  “Those pyjamas are ridiculous though” You teased.

“What?” He said looking down at his blue button up. “I thought this was fashion”

“Since when does James Barnes do fashion?” You giggled. He smirked and tickled you playfully for your comment. You stopped giggling when he pulled the shirt over his head and chucked it to the side. You soon realised how dry your mouth was, and turned back to the film as he relaxed into your side.  You needed to stop oggling your friends boyfriend.


“You’re getting stubbly” Wanda warned Bucky as they sat down in the living room together to go over the next part of his list. It had been a few days and although he appreciated the haircut, he didn’t like being completely clean shaven, he felt naked. Plus you complimented him on how it looked better now.

“I know, it’s fine. I’m uh, I’m not sure if we should practice this part. Feels wrong” Bucky said chewing his lip. 

“It doesn’t mean anything, it’s just a friend helping a friend” Wanda shrugged, a lot more comfortable than what Bucky was.

“What if I get it wrong?” Bucky flushed “I really don’t wanna screw this up.”

“I thought you were the ultimate ladies man back in the 40s, you need to get that confidence back. Be cocky, girls love it” Wanda said with a smile before turning to Bucky. She watched him fidget about and sighed before grabbing his face and kissing him hard.

You had ran around the whole kitchen, unable to find your one hoody. It was freezing outside and there was no way you were going anywhere without it. When it seemed like there was no hope, you ran down to Bucky’s room and knocked, he would know where it was. 

After a few minutes when there was no response, you headed back upstairs and into the living room. You stopped dead in your tracks when you watched Wanda and Bucky making out pretty heavy on the couch. You sucked in a breath, they were your friends you had to be happy for them. Bucky’s eyes opened wide when he caught you stood there, trying not to interrupt as you moved around the living room, trying to find your hoody.

“Y/N?” Bucky cleared his throat, pushing Wanda away gently.

“Sorry guys, I’m just trying to find my hoody, I’ll be out in a second” You mentioned, your voice quiet, trying to hide the hurt. Bucky realised Wanda and him had been lying on it and pulled it out from under him. He passed it to you and frowned when he noticed you avoiding his gaze. 

“Thanks, have fun guys” You mumbled before jogging out the room.

Bucky looked to Wanda who shrugged before going back to his list.

“What’s the point in me going through this list if Y/N won’t wanna go on a date with me?” Bucky asked disheartened from the hurt written across your face.

“We’ll set her up like a surprise date. Don’t worry, you guys will have your happy ever after. That kiss Barnes was mighty impressive” Wanda giggled to herself.

“Yeah, thanks” Bucky mumbled, distracted.


You had avoided Bucky and Wanda for the remainder of the week. Bucky had tried to talk to you but when he did, he was giving you sarcastic remarks and acting like a dick. You had no idea what was going on with him. But that didn’t matter, you had a date tonight and you were going to make sure this one actually went smoothly.

You had no idea what this guy looked like or if he was remotely nice. But Natasha pushed that it was meant to be and that he would sweep you off your feet. You opted for a sleek black dress and a little bit of make up, you didn’t want to go all out like you had on the other dates, believing now that you weren’t showing them your true self.

“Table for L/N” You asked the waiter who greeted you. 

“Oh your party is already here, please follow me” He said with a smile. You followed him, nerves hitting you as you smoothed down your dress. Well here goes nothing.

You frowned when you seen Bucky sat at the table, a nice blue shirt and jacket on, his hair pushed back and a smile on his face. He thanked the waiter and took your hand, sitting down with you.

“What’s going on? Is this a prank?” You asked, looking around trying to see if Tony was hiding somewhere.

“No, it’s me, I’m your date.Name is James Buchanan Barnes, it’s lovely to meet you” He offered his hand and you raised an eyebrow at him. He let out a breath and called the waiter over and ordered a bottle of wine.

“Alright I’ll explain what’s going on.” He took your hand, although you were skeptical of why he was here, you couldn’t help but melt at the sight of Bucky Barnes actually attempting to wine and dine you. Something you had wished for for a long time.

“I’ve been head over heels in love with you for sometime doll” He confessed with a small chuckle. “I kept seeing you broken hearted that all these dates were going terribly but I just kept thanking my lucky stars because I wanted to be the one to sweep you off your feet. But I didn’t feel like I was good enough..”

“Bucky, I would have gone on a date with you at anytime, at any place..” You smiled at him softly.

“I know, but I needed it to be perfect. So I made a list of things and Wanda was helping me. I cut my hair and took care of my appearance a bit more, I hadn’t kissed a girl in a very long time so Wanda was helping me, I’m sorry you walked in on that. But I was doing this all for you, I swear..”

“You did all this for me?” You asked and Bucky nodded. “You didn’t need to change a damn thing Bucky, I was in love with you right from the start. Though please don’t kiss Wanda anymore, I don’t think I can stomach that.”

“I know” He laughed out loud, rubbing his head “I was wonderin, if tonight goes well, if you would consider may be going on another date?”

“Hmm” You tapped a finger against your lip with a smile “I’ll do you one better, if tonight goes well, how about you make me your permanent practice partner?”

“That sounds like music to my ears” 


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Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested: Yes. @rxdgers : hi there!! I saw that requests were open, and you’re my fave Spencer Reid writer, so I thought I’d have a go. anyways, could you write a fic where y/n is a medic (but also a agent, but mainly there for if and when someone gets hurt) that goes on a trio mission with Spencer and Morgan to a high-crime area. Spencer gets hurt (I don’t care how he does could be gun or something) and y/n has to help him? Spencer jokes about his wound and spouts statistics and y/n shuts him up by kissing him? Morgan starts telling jokes about how the pretty boy finally got his pretty girl. I know you can make it work somehow😉😉 thanks!!

Word Count: 1.346, Warnings: Gunshot injury, mentions of blood.

Originally posted by sherrykinss

The morning at the police station had been eerily quiet for a Friday morning. You sipped on your latte as you watched the calm surroundings around you, hearing the faint sounds of phones ringing in the background and the delicate steps of Penelope Garcia pulled you out of your daydream as she urged you to follow her into a temporary bullpen that you were using whilst you were in Utah on a case. This was one of the few times Penelope travelled along with the team on sight and because of that, you were incredibly close to catching the UnSub. He had been using social media to entice young girls to meet them in very disclosed locations. It was definitely a hard case for you, these young girls had so much to live for and their lives had just begun and so seeing the under a white sheet in the coroner’s office made you sick to your stomach.

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“Get in the car love,” you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. Harry was in an outfit you knew he must’ve gotten from a costume shop. “Why are you looking at me like tha?” You had to cover your mouth with your hand to try to hide your laughter. You knew he had just gotten done filming with James but you didn’t expect to be picked up for lunch by Harry wearing a mesh tank top and a leather vest.

“Aren’t you cold?” You knew he would roll his eyes but you couldn’t help but laugh as you climbed into the passenger seat of his car. “I mean with all those holes? Are you sure you’re even properly dressed for lunch lovey?” This just rolled his eyes again as he shook his head before watching you buckle up before putting the car in drive.

“I feel a bit overdressed actually.” You couldn’t help but full on laugh at him, he just smiled that signature Harry smile that let you see all his teeth and his dimple. “But wait, this will make it a bit more casual.” You watched him pull his sunglasses off the neck of his tank top and slide them on, he looked over at you and gestured to his now complete look and you couldn’t help but laugh even more as you shook your head.

“Harry you look like you’re about to either go perform with Magic Mike or sing the YMCA!” You choked out in between fits of laughter. Harry just let out a dramatic sigh as you tired to contain your laughter. He looked over at you when you finally managed to get your laughter under control and you just shot him a smile.

“I’m getting the sense ya don’t like my outfit love.” His tone seemed serious but you knew him better, you knew that under those dark shades his eyes were glowing a lighter shade of green and you could tell by the way he was bitting the corner of his lip that he was fighting to hold himself together. “I’m really offended, I picked this out knowing you like to get an eyeful of my chest and this is the reaction I get? A fit a laughter and giggles!” By the end of his little rant he has lost his composure and was now just smiling like an idiot and you couldn’t help but once again be caught it a fit of giggles.

“Oh I love to get an eye full of the chest Harry but you might as well just take the damn tank top off and wear the vest alone!” He put the car in park in front of the restaurant before looking down at his outfit and then he looked out his drivers side window before looking back at you. You unbuckled yourself so you could lean over the center consul and take the collar of his leather vest in between your fingers feeling how soft it was. “I mean this is really soft I’m sure it would feel good on your skin.” Your voice was low but you knew he heard you when you heard him take in a deep breath and exhale through his nose.

“Now love,” his hand was grabbing at your hand that held his vest in it, giving it a good squeeze before bringing it to his lips for a quick peck. “That wouldn’t be proper attire for lunch.” He added and you just rolled your eyes at him as you took your hand out of his.

You grabbed your purse before climbing out of the car and you smiled at the valet man who took Harry’s keys, you reached and interlocked your fingers with Harry’s as the two of you walked into the restaurant. You felt Harry’s grip on your hand tighten as he pulled you closer to him so he could place a sweet kiss to the top of your head as the two of you waited to be seated.

“Maybe you can wear my vest when we get home love.” Was all he whispered to you before dropping your hand and shooting you a wink as he slid his glasses up and into his hair. You knew your cheeks were turning red by the heat that rushed to your face. He always loved getting you riled up in public, and here you were the one red faced while Harry walked around in a ridiculous outfit in a crowded resultant.

“It’ll look better on you.” He added as he took the seat across from you, he gave you this smug look because he knew what he was doing to you. He could tell by the flush of your cheeks what you were thinking about and that just made him smirk even more.

“Cheeky today are we Styles? Is all this leather and mesh getting to you?” You teased and he just rolled his eyes and reached for your hand that was sitting on top of the table. “You gonna add this to the normal rotation?” You couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of him wearing this outside a second time. Harry just huffed as he dropped your hand and crossed his arms over him chest.

“Don’t poke fun at me, I happen to like how breezy it is” His tone was playful and you knew he wasn’t upset with you, he knew this outfit choice wouldn’t ever be considered for a second wear. You looked at him and gave him a smile as you leaned over the table and placed your left hand on his cheek.

“Maybe I will wear the vest then,” you whispered as you brushed your thumb up and down his soft cheek causing him to lean into your touch. “But just the vest.” You added before you suddenly dropped your hand from his face causing him to stumble a bit from the abrupt loss of contact. He looked at you with slightly wide eyes and you couldn’t help but smirk as he was now the one with flushed cheeks.

You, Me, Him, and the Universe

Description: The universe won’t be any kinder to our children than it was to us if we aren’t kinder than our own fathers were.

Or… the reader and Spencer Reid have a child together. Spencer is desperate not to make the same mistakes that his father made.

Word Count: 1948 words (this got so long, sorry)

A/N: Haha ok so I wrote and deleted and rewrote the whole thing several times. At this point it goes in an entirely different direction from my original idea. Also. This is a Reid x Reader kid fic, but the reader isn’t actually the main focus of the story. It’s mostly Reid and, later, your kid. You make like, a guest appearance basically. Furthermore, I have no idea why nebulizers became so central in this fic. I don’t even know if they had the same kind in the 80s. If you don’t know what a nebulizer is, give it a quick google. Finally, part 1 of this is kind of stream of consciousness-esque and a little vague. I styled it this way because part 1 describes one of Reid’s early memories. Some readers might find it a tad annoying, and I apologize in advance if that is true for you. All of that said, it would be really great if you could give this story a try anyway. I’m actually pretty proud of it.

1986

“I can’t breathe, mommy!” Spencer’s four-year-old body shook with sobs, making it even more difficult for him to inhale oxygen in the midst of an asthma attack.

Normally, his mother would have brought out the nebulizer, helped him get the mask over his face, and gently rubbed his back and read to him as the medicine slowly opened his airways. But she was having one of her “bad days” and was convinced that the medicine had been tampered with and would hurt her son. So the nebulizer had been placed in a cupboard far out of Spencer’s reach, and he was left to cry and wheeze and beg his mother for his medication.

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Reunited Lovers

OWEN GRADY X EXLOVER!READER

Anon Prompt: Could you do a Owen Grady X reader Smut where the reader is an old lover of Owens and they bump into each other at the park and ba bam magic happens lol…..I love your writing

A/N: I am in a Chris Pratt mood today and I finally have time to write after my shitty day.

Warning: SMUT SMUT SMUT and swearing

Originally posted by jurassicparkfilms

Holy shit! You were looking at dinosaurs- actual living dinosaurs.

You could barely believe your eyes as you looked at the petting zoo enclosure where you were to begin your first day as a carer for the Stegosaurus.

“So you need to keep an eye on the kids as they tend to prod too much and we don’t want Steggy to bite their hand off” your new boss, Josh, joked.

“Has that happened?” you gaped at him.

He laughed, shook his head, and walked off while you stared after him.

“Well I guess I will never know” you sighed and walked into the office you have been assigned.

“Hey Y/N, did Josh give you his scare tactics?” your new co-worker, Jade, laughed as she filed the parent consent forms for the kids playing in the pen.

“He was messing with me? Of course” you shook your head.

You spent an hour setting up your desk and filling out the needed paperwork to work at Jurassic World.

“Come on guys, we have a park meeting to attend” Josh walked in and waved for you and Jade to follow him.

The training center wasn’t too far away and when you got there, the room was buzzing with noise among the 30 or so trainers.

“Oh there`s the T-Rex trainer, Steve. Awesome guy but terrible kisser” Jade pointed to a blonde haired man wearing a cork hat who waved a little too enthusiastically at her.

“Ugh there`s the raptor trainer, Owen” she swooned, “he`s so…hot” her hands waved at the man in question.

Looking over, you freeze. Owen, the one from your senior year of college.

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Wrong One (Jamilton + Laf)

AN: yet another late fic of questionable value

Tag Crew: @huffleheyguys @artisticgamer @hamilton4starwars @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @hmltntrsh51 @megabooklover18 @theoverlordofeverything

Warnings: none? 

Word Count: 1,639

Part One - Part TwoMasterlist

Gilbert came back from his run to find Thomas hunched over a mug of coffee at the kitchen counter. That was an unusual sight on the weekend. 

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*Tease* (Chapter Two)(1000 Follower Fic!)

Welcome back! Thanks so much for all the love on Chapter One, this is so much fun to write!
This Chapter is more of Nat/Tony because them as besties is the CUTEST!!!
I tagged everyone who liked/commented yesterday, sorry if I missed anyone! If you want to be added to the list just let me know!

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“This.” Natasha handed Tony something in a dark red, and something else in pale blue. “Wear this.” She took another sip of her champagne, which was really half the reason she even shopped at this store. A glass of champagne as you browse the lace and silk and satin lingerie in the intimate little shop.

“Um, Nat.” Tony held up the two hangars, raising his eyebrows. “I will admit to being new to this whole, lingerie thing? But baby girl there’s literally nothing here.”

“Nonsense.” Natasha pushed her hair off her shoulder and grinned a little wickedly. “This is the top.” she slid her fingers through the lace. “And this is the bottom.”

“No.” Tony shook his head. “This is a string.”

“It’s a thong, Tony.”

“It’s a string, Natasha!” Tony retorted and she giggled–legitimately giggled at him.

“Tony. Just– okay, you obviously can’t try on the bottom, but please just try on the top. I think the red will be so pretty on you and Bucky wears red all the damn time. And that pale blue will make Steve’s perfectly shaped head explode.” She giggled again, tipping her glass up to empty it and taking the mostly full glass from Tony’s hand. “I’ll take this. You go try things on.”

“Okay. So red for Bucky, blue for Steve. So what do I wear if I want them both drooling over me at the same time?”

“Ah.” Tasha rifled through the lingerie rack in front of them. “This.” She held up something black and skimpy with a triumphant smile.

“I don’t even know what that is.” Tony said, his eyes a little wide and Natasha sighed.

“So you know when I wear those little dresses you boys all like so much?”

“Oh my god, like the leopard one you wore at my birthday?” Tony groaned a little. “Nat that killed me. Killed me. I’m dating two super soldiers, and I would still just–” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “Anyway. Leopard dress.”

“It’s alright, Tony.” She winked. “I wear those dresses for a reason. And I wear stockings under all those dresses, remember?”

“No.” Tony shook his head. “No, honey, my eyes stop moving when they land on that ass of yours.” He took the champagne from her and drank it quickly. “Explain this little…this little thing. Keep going.”

“Alright, well I always wear stockings. And this—” she held up the little black item. “is holding my stockings up.”

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random thoughts finally watching Jurassic World

- Wow, this film is super not impressed with dinosaurs.  Remember the triumphant, “HOLY SHIT A FUCKIN’ DINOSAUR” introduction of the Brachiosaurus from the first film?  There was such a sense of wonder and awe, and despite the 1993 CGI, a willingness to linger on and admire the sheer scale of the thing.

Jurassic World basically puts the dinosaurs in the background until they start eating people.  They’re mostly rushed through, glossed over, off-center and out of focus.  Even their roars are mixed low in the soundtrack.  Why would you do this, movie?  Do you think I care about these kids’ mildly dysfunctional family dynamics, or if Chris Pratt can sexually harass Uptight Bosslady into loving him?  I did not come here for that.  I came here for dinosaurs.

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Yesterday’s Enterprise - 3.15

Now, you might be thinking, “haven’t you all done this one already?” And you would be right, TECHNICALLY we have “done” this one. But that post is from SEVEN YEARS AGO and it is QUITE UNDERWHELMING. It’s literally like the second post we ever did. So upon the recommendation of Friend of the Blog Grace M., I’m revisiting this one. 

It starts with a charming scene between Guinan and Worf in which Guinan is wearing one of her signature “teardrop” hats:

What’s the likelihood that there is a nail polish called Aubergine-ius out there somewhere

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LFCC 2017

So… I have the most amazing and supportive family. I’ve been dealing with a lot in recent months and needed both a break and a little joy in my life, not that I was going to angle for one because I just tend to KBO.

My sister and cousin were already planning to go to the con and I just had no time or money to do so. BUT THEN. My sister booked an apartment for all of us to go to the con on the Saturday and my parents bought me a diamond pass to see Mads and stole my spawnling for the weekend!!!!!!!!!

I met Mads last year at LFCC and let me tell you, I am so glad I had a do over this year. Last year I was in a really dark place. It was before I started binding, waaaay before I started to socially transition. My anxiety was terrible, I had three anxiety attacks that weekend and I was on the verge of a panic attack when I had my photo with him. I just… it was a really fucking bad weekend. And this weekend was the total opposite. I felt as comfortable in myself as I can get right now (roll on hormone therapy!), I even felt a smidge of the confidence I used to have. I felt good!!

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Hero.

“I don’t need a hero, I need a husband.”

Originally posted by sweetg

Working with your husband made your job worse and better at the same time. Worse because it made you worry uncontrollably for Reid’s safety, but better because you understood each other on a whole other level than most couples did. If there was a tough case, you each had someone to talk to who knew what you meant.

Currently, working together was making your job worse. Spencer was too impulsive sometimes. It could be dangerous.

The case you were working took place in a town in the middle of nowhere, meaning that everyone knew everyone and they all wanted to protect each other. There were also endless amounts of barns, farms, and abandoned houses, perfect for an unsub to hold someone hostage, as they were doing right now.

Garcia was digging like she’d never dug before and found a connection between a man with a record that fit the profile, and the newest victim that had been abducted. She also found that the unsub’s father owned a farm that had been abandoned after he passed away. 

The unsub had been left out and bullied as a child, he was abused and neglected. After taking a look inside his past, it was no wonder he turned out troubled.

The team and others were armed outside of the barn that the unsub was in, along with his victim. You were standing next to Spencer with your gun raised towards the large open doors. 

“I can talk him out of it,” Spencer said to Hotch, “I really think I can. He’s holding a gun to the victim’s head and we can’t get a clear shot, just let me try to talk him out of it.” he pleaded. You kept quiet, of course you didn’t want him to go in, but so long as he was armed and wearing his vest, he knew what to do.

However, after Hotch approved of it, Spencer began to take off his vest and put his gun down. “Spence!” you shouted as he ran closer to the madness, refusing to look at you.

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anonymous asked:

Damian and Jon going/being forced to go on a double date. Second couple can be whoever you want.

Yeah, so I didn’t know what to do with this much. I didn’t know any other DC couple I could use so I took a cue from my good friend @batboyblog and used Connor Kent (even tho he’s not in DC Rebirth). And while I didn’t intend for this ficlet to be longer than like 800 words, I kinda got into it too much, I guess. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

Also, I don’t know if anyone noticed, but at times I like to insert references to lines from the actual comics :p

“I’ll have my steak well done,” Tim said.

“Pssshft,” Damian scoffed. “What civilized human orders ‘well done’? Go medium rare or go home.” He then turned to the frazzled waiter and said, “Start me off with a pumpkin salad.”

“Why do you care?” Tim muttered in annoyance. “You’re vegetarian!”

“I’d have thought that you’d at least have some dignity with your dinner, but I guess even that was beyond you,” Damian sneered.

“Wanna make something out of it, short stuff?” Tim growled.

The two Wayne heirs hurled more insults at each other from across the table. Jon and Conner just sighed and ordered a cheeseburger each, and shooed the waiter away before he became an unfortunate casualty of a wildly thrown dinner fork.

’Go on a double date’, he said,” Connor mumbled to Jon with a barely accurate imitation of Dick Grayson’s voice. “’They’ll warm up to each other’, he said. The only way this gets warmer is if they blow up the table with a hidden batarang or whatever.”

“Damian has two in his jacket’s sleeve,” Jon admitted sheepishly. “Well, Dick was right about one thing—it’ll be an interesting night.”

“It would interest me more if we left this restaurant without anything exploding,” Conner mused. He nodded to Jon and the younger boy nodded in agreement. It was time to end the argument.

Damian had just lifted himself off his chair to reach over the table and presumably throttle Tim when Jon suddenly grabbed him from behind. Jon then blew a quick burst of super-cold wind at Damian’s nape.

Damian squeaked in a very un-Damian like way, and collapsed on his seat shivering. He looked livid, but his face softened quickly when he saw Jon glaring at him.

On Conner’s end, he put both his hands below the table and presumably on Tim’s sides. Jon couldn’t see what he did, but whatever it was shut Tim up and turned his face a light shade of pink.

“Guys,” Connor began after he was satisfied with Tim’s expression, “we’re on a date so we can hang out and relax—not so that Jon and I will babysit the two of you in case you try to bite each other’s ears off.”

Damian stuck his tongue out in disgust as if the notion of having any part of Tim in his mouth was unspeakably distasteful.

“Damian, why do you hate your brother so much?” Jon asked earnestly.

“I don’t hate Drake,” Damian explained as he eyed Tim suspiciously. “It’s just that he was born annoying.”

“Why you edgy little—!” Tim’s retort was cut off when Connor’s hand moved under the table again, and whatever he did made Tim’s voice crack.

“Hmm,” Connor hummed as he examined Damian and then Tim. “I think I might know a way to put you guys on the right track.”


***

Neon lights flashed bright from all sides. Futuristic sounds of zaps and bolts pierced the air.  Jon’s strapped vest was similarly glowing with bright lights that changed color every two seconds. The room was dim, but it had white walls all around with consoles and screens with a dozen brightly colored buttons right out of a space action movie.  Jon had never played laser tag  before, but as he held the big plastic gun in his hands, he understood the appeal—it was like he was living one of his favorite videogames.

As Connor had explained to Jon, he’d figured that laser tag would be a good way to force Tim and Damian to work together. He’d told the two Robins to team up while he and Jon took the other side. The losing side had to agree to wear the winner’s costumes for a week while on hero duty—and since Damian and Tim were rather attached to their specially designed gear, and not at all keen to wear Jon’s and Connor’s more casual clothes that were barely costumes, it was good motivation. Both teams were supposed to have five members, so each of their teams had three other random kids.

“We’ll just stoke their competitive streaks enough for them to realize that they’re good as a team. Hopefully that’ll get them to at least respect each other.” Connor said after he pulled Jon aside.

“But Connor,” Jon frowned. “If their years as Robin and Red Robin haven’t already done that, how’s this supposed to help?”

“You’d think that,” Connor began, “but truth is they’ve barely had any experience fighting together. Out of all the Robins, Tim’s spent the least time with Damian. And then there’s that bit of history between them when Damian became Robin the first time and Tim was just kinda, blown off.”

“Oh…I feel bad for Damian. I just wish he’d get along with Tim the way we do with each other,” he said glumly.

“They will, because they’ll have no choice,” Connor said with a mischievous smile. “Today, we’re going to be their villains.”

Connor laid out his plan. He and Jon were going to goad the Robins into working with each other and forcing their hand. Connor had agreed with them that he and Jon wouldn’t use any heat vision, super strength, seeing, hearing or frost breath. However, they didn’t catch on that Connor had left out a very specific super power.

“We’ll use our super speed to make it seem like there’s way more of us firing at them,” Connor explained excitedly. “We’ll pin down their position and rack up the points. They’ll know something’s up so they’ll start to use their training to get the better of us.”

“Isn’t that cheating, though?” Jon asked, his brow furrowed.

“All’s fair in love,” Conner shrugged. “And we’re trying to get our boyfriends to feel some brotherly love, so that’s like, a double license to do whatever it takes.”

An alarm blared shrilly somewhere above them. The huge white panel doors slid open and the game begun.

It started out well enough. Jon and Connor ignored their three other team mates and dashed with their speed to make it seem like they were firing five people’s worth of lasers each. Jon targeted indiscriminately, and saw both Damian and Tim make a face whenever they’d get hit. Five minutes in, Jon’s side had 98 points, while Damian’s side had twelve.

Jon had just begun imagining what Damian would look like in his Superman jacket when his vest stopped glowing—he’d just been tagged. He glanced at his other team mates on their side of the field—all of them had gotten tagged as well.

Conner looked confused. Suddenly the lights dimmed, making it harder to see. He could’ve sworn he heard the sound of Tim’s voice somewhere. Suddenly, two kids from Damian’s team rushed forward, shooting Jon’s vest and one of his teammate’s barely a second after it flickered to life again. Connor and his two other teammates aimed at the attackers, but they were tagged again, shutting down their guns. The shots came from above—it must have been Damian! In front of them, the attackers vanished behind the walls. Jon started to panic.

The game got a lot easier for Jon after that, mostly because he barely got to fire his laser gun anymore. He realized what had happened—Tim had somehow organized the three other kids on their team so that they were more coordinated, tactical and efficient. They’d dart in and out of cover and knew the precise moment their enemies’ vests would light up so that they’d shoot it down again, preventing a counterattack. If Jon’s team hid behind anything, Damian picked them off from behind their own line. He flanked them from above, constantly hidden in the shadows despite having his own glowing vest.

Damian and Tim won with a handy 120 to 115. Connor’s mouth hung open as the two batkids gave him equally haughty smirks. Jon was just glad that Damian seemed to have forgotten his animosity with Tim, the two of them casually standing beside each other and adding to each other’s sentences.

“You should have seen the look on your faces, Connor,” Tim grinned.

“Tricks are no match for true skill,” Damian smirked at Jon.

“I think it worked too well,” Connor grumbled.

And that was just fine with Jon, if it meant that Robin and Red Robin would fly together again.


***

“So, for your end of the deal,” Damian began, licking his lips with relish, “you’re going to wear a Robin uniform.”

“Sure, I’ve always wanted to try it on,” Jon chirped enthusiastically. Every time he’d gone down to the batcave with Damian, he’d wanted to know what is what like wearing Damian’s suit, with all of its fancy gadgets and whatnot. Jon stood in front of the case that held Damian’s Robin suit, imagining what he’d look like in them.

“Oh, no, no, definitely not my suit,” Damian shook his head. “It’s just the one. No, I’ll have to give you a spare.”

He led Jon down the row of outfits until they reached the very end. Jon’s face flushed. Right in front of him was the very first Robin uniform worn by Dick Grayson, with its legendary scaled green…briefs. Jon couldn’t think of anything else to call it.

“Damian I can’t wear that, I’d be almost naked!” Jon protested.

“You always wear a torn pair of jeans anyway, might as well skip to the logical conclusion,” Damian said airily. “You did promise to do this if you lost, correct?”

“You’re enjoying this!” Jon accused.

“I thought you liked it when I enjoy you,” Damian replied with a grin.

Jon’s cheeks turned red. “I hate you,” he muttered.

Damian simply chuckled.

“Glad to hear it.“

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Soulmate AU: You get cravings for whatever your soulmate eats.


When you were a kid, the cravings were a big issue, mostly because you couldn’t figure out what you were craving. This wasn’t an uncommon problem in young children. After all, a little girl from South Africa isn’t likely to recognize the taste of the smoked elk meat that her North American soulmate is eating. But you almost never recognized your cravings. Yes, sometimes you recognized bread, but you could never find the right bread. Sometimes you recognized salad, but you could never find the right mix of greens. It was like your soulmate was eating food from another planet.

As you got older, it got easier. You got better at ignoring the unstoppable cravings, and at finding close substitutes. More foods in your soulmate’s diet were recognizable to you as the years went on. A sudden and ongoing craving for jelly babies left you terribly pudgy during your tween years, only for the craving to suddenly stop when you hit thirteen.

It was frustrating, but it was fine. What worried you was how you would sometimes go a whole day without any cravings at all, or sometimes three or four days. You would forget to eat on those days if you weren’t careful. Being a slave to your soulmate’s overwhelming eating habits for your whole life had left you without much of an appetite of your own. You worried that he might have an eating disorder, or that he was living somewhere where there wasn’t always food to be had.

Other than that worry, it was bearable. You adjusted. You reminded yourself to eat even when he didn’t. You didn’t let yourself be too bothered when you craved foods that didn’t seem to exist on Earth. You lived, you ate, and so you sometimes worried, but for the most part, you did alright.

But then the bananas happened.

It just happened every once and awhile at first. Bananas became more common in the diet, and at first, you didn’t mind. At least it was healthy instead of jelly babies.

It didn’t settle with that, though. You got to the point of craving bananas five, six times a day. Had your soulmate moved to a banana farm? It was getting ridiculous. You had to carry a banana with you every time you left your house.

And then it got worse.

You woke up in the middle of the night, craving bananas. And you couldn’t even be sick of them, either. Your soulmate wanted them, and therefore, so did you. But why wasn’t he getting sick of them? It was ridiculous. Could people get sick from too much potassium? Were you going to start turning yellow, like people who ate too many carrots turned orange? Were you going to start getting sick from eating in the middle of the night so often?

You took appetite suppressants that were made just for soulmate cravings, and they helped, but there was nothing that ramped down the need for bananas.

All in all… your soulmate was driving you crazy, and you hadn’t even met him yet.


You saw him in the park.

Itchy with cravings, you were fishing a banana out of your bag, when you caught sight of a man sitting on a bench.

Eating a banana.

Lots of people ate bananas. Lots of them, right at this very moment, were eating bananas and giving their soulmates banana-cravings just like the ones you were getting. But you were looking at one of those people, and you knew that this particular banana-eater was yours.

You immediate reaction to the discovery was to turn tail and run, forever becoming a lonely, crazy old cat lady, rather than face the man who was going to love you and cherish you forever.

Who came up with that? you thought, staring at him. He was wearing a leather jacket, and even from as far away as you were, you could tell that he was a big man. Bigger than you, anyway. Broad-shouldered and long-legged. It was intimidating. Who the heck thought it was a good idea to have people drawn to each other like this? We meet and ride off into the sunset, just like that? He’s never met me, but I’m gonna walk up to him and he’s gonna love me and I’m gonna love him, no doubt about it? Just like that, no slow-burn build-up? Whose idea was this?

The more you thought about it, the less scared you were, although you were still plenty scared. But more than you were scared, you were frustrated. Why?

Bananas.

You marched across the green field, frustration and fear warring with each other as the invisible bond between you and him dragged you forward. When you reached him, you dropped your open bag to the ground in front of him so that he had a perfect view of a notebook, a cellphone, a pen, and three stupid bananas.

“You.” It was the only word you could think to say. It was the only word that you could manage to say.

He blinked (gorgeous, bright blue, expressive, crystal-clear) and tossed his banana into a nearby trashcan without even looking (that shot would’ve made jocks jealous). The biggest grin you had ever seen on anyone crossed his face and he eagerly jumped to his feet. "You!

He looked and sounded so happy (just to see you, oh wow, that look was just for you, no one had ever looked half so happy to see you, ever) you almost awww’d. But you had a bone to pick.

"You jerk,” you snapped, stepping closer.

A fleeting look of incomprehension crossed his face, followed by hurt. His grin faded. “What?”

“The bananas, mister,” you said, poking him on his jumper-covered vest (purple, you noted against your will, frustratingly pleased with how the color complemented his light tan). "Hardly anything other than bananas for six months because of you!“

"I…” He squared his shoulders (broad, very broad, strong, good for holding onto when you kiss him, but- gah, no, no kissing, not now), defensive of his taste in fruit. "I like bananas. Bananas are good.“

Whatever. He could act innocent all he wanted. You weren’t done. "Jelly babies made me fat when I was a little girl.”

At this, he visibly grimaced (he was older than you expected him to be, but not so much that it was a problem, and the slight creases of age only served to make him look more distinguished). “Oh- ah, yeah, sorry ‘bout tha’.”

“And what about the rest of it?” you exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air. "All those crazy foods that I could never find! What was all that?“

He didn’t answer that one. Instead, he fiddled with the edges of his leather jacket, nervously eyeing the toes of his boots. "Aren’t ya… at least a little happy t'see me?”

All the frustration was snuffed out like a candle, and you were suddenly disappointed with yourself for being so harsh. He wasn’t what you had expected at all, but your soulmate bond told you that he was perfect. And he was perfect, in a strange way.

“Yes.” His head snapped up at your answer. “Yes, I am very- ah!”

He had stepped right over your bag and grabbed you, lifting you up into a spin. You laughed, startled, gripping his shoulders for balance as he grinned up at you, even happier than he had been before.

Oh, you thought, enchanted by blue eyes that made you ignore a big nose and enlarged ears. You could only see the best of him, and the parts that weren’t the best… well, you loved those too. He really was perfect.

“Very!” you blurted out, trying not to shriek with laughter as your soulmate held you up. “Very happy to see you, I am, I’m sorry!”

He set you gently on the ground and kissed you without any hesitation, and that was perfect too.

“But we gotta come up with some sorta compromise on the banana thing!” you blurted out when his lips pulled away from yours, and he laughed.

The Scars Make the Man (IzuOcha One-Shot)

Summary: It is hard for Deku to wrap his mind around the fact that he is dating Ochako Uraraka, the best girl he has ever met. For an awkward guy like him, navigating romance was a monumental challenge. One that would lead him to try to hide the ugliest part of himself — his scars.


Some days Izuku wondered whether falling in love would be the death of him.

The idea of even being in love was something he hardly ever fathomed as a child, isolated and unpopular as he was. Nobody was interested in associating with a quirkless loser like him, even as a friend, let alone a crush. He hardly even interacted with girls; they tended not to acknowledge him and he was far too shy to try to change that. His childhood had left him with zero experience when it came to romance, and for a long time, he was fine with that.

But now he cursed his social ineptitude and fortunes with all his might for leaving him wholly unprepared for the lovely, horrifying world of dating.

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Eat A Snickers: AU Cop!Sam

Eat A Snickers: AU Cop!Sam

Pairing: Cop!Sam x Nurse!Reader

Word Count: 1,900

Warning: Mentions of shooting and stabbing, not graphic though. INCREDIBLY fluffy otherwise.

A/N: The nurse in me dreamed about this and the writer in me wanted to share. The personality of the nurse is also me basically all the time. Enjoy!!


“Y/N! Room 11, you have a new admit. Just check in on him before your relief gets here in a few. Ten out of ten chest pain, 48 year-old male, say’s he’s having a heart attack. Pretty sure the only heart attack he’ll have is the one you’ll give him if you try and take those chips from him.”

“Oh, awesome, can’t wait.” Flashing your signature ‘kill me now’ grin at your co-worker you close out of your computer and head over towards the room.

Saturday nights in the downtown ER. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but it’s always been more a can of Redbull to you anyways. The hustle, the bustle, the insanity that never ceases to amaze; who would ever want to leave that?

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Jon Snow - Jealous

Words count: 1231

Warning: NONE

REQUESTED: THIS TOOK ME LONG TO WRITE ON MY PHONE SO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

Requested by anonymous: 

7, 8 &19 with Jon Snow please?



Living in Winterfell is very peaceful. Your family sent you to live with the Starks in hopes of Robb Stark liking , and wanting to marry you. Unknown to them that Robb only sees you as a sister and a very close friend. Also unknown to them you are smitten with the Stark bastard 

Jon Snow and yourself have been courting for a long time, though little people do know about that Lord Eddard Stark does know, or that is what you and Jon believe from the approving looks and smiles he send the two of you, whenever you’re together or stealing glanced at each other. Other than that Robb, Arya and Bran know, but the promised to keep it a secret. No one else knows. That gave you an advantage; your parents wouldn’t approve and you know that Lady Stark would also disapprove and you think she’ll treat Jon worse than she already does. The disadvantage is that a lot of men try and bed you and are very smitten with you.

One day you were in the barn with Jon, it was one of the only times you had alone and in peace. Everyone was busy and you decided to keep Jon company as he worked.

“I made you something.” You told Job with a shy smile on your face. You bite your lip as Jon stopped what he was doing and looked at you.

“What is it?” He asked you curious, he knows how good you are at needling. You got the fabric that was wrapped around his present and gave it to him. You watched him in anticipation as he opened it. You were worried that he wouldn’t like it. It was a leather vest with two wolf’s howling on the chest area. It was a warm and comfy l, which was needed in the weather in Winter Fell. Besides Jon’s clothes are a bit tattered and over used. 

“(Y/N) this is amazing.” Jon said with a smile of love and appreciation. You snapped out of your thoughts and a grin broke onto your face.

“I’m so glad you like it.” You told him. “I hope I got the size right.”

“I’m sure it’ll fit me just fine.” Jon said and then his smile fell in realization. “Lady Stark wouldn’t like me wearing this, I’m not a Stark.”

You frowned at his words, your hatred for the woman growing every time you see the pain she causes Job. You don’t understand how can she be so cruel to him all the time, it’s as if her heart is just cold. But you knew she can be so kind.

“I don’t care, you need this.” You told him and took his face in your hands. “just tell her I gave it to you.”

“I’ll wear it but I won’t tell her and cause you any trouble.” Jon said and you gave him a sincere smile.

“You are too kind, my love.” You said and kissed the corner of his lips lightly. You pulled back and started to father your things. “I have to go back inside.”

“I’ll see you at dinner.” Jon said as you two walked to the door of the barn. “I’ll see you.” You said with one last look at Jon, who kept watching you. He frowned when he saw Theon walking past you. It’s no secret that Theon wanted to f@ck anything that had a pulse and a beating heart. Unfortunately you being included. 

“Nice ass!” Theon called after you. You just ignored him and kept walking. Jon was angry at Theon’s words, his fists were balled by his side and a frown drawn on his face. He saw you walk inside and decided to go back to work. Once he was alone his thoughts took a negative turn. He was worried that you’d leave him one day. He was jealous of Theon who showed you his feelings in public and wasn’t judged, even if they were sickening. A Greyjoy is better that a Snow, at least in Jon’s mind that is.

Jon couldn’t focus on anything as the day went on. Robb could sense that his brother was worried. So he took him to the God’s woods to talk to him in privacy.

“What’s worrying you Job?” Robb asked Jon who was playing with leaf to distract himself from his thoughts.

“Nothing.” Jon said and shrugged.

“Is it (y/n)?” Robb asked knowing that the only thing that would ever bother him this much is something that concerns you.

“No-no.” Jon hesitation when he answered Robb’s questions. It’s indeed you who bothered Hob, he just doesn’t know if it is something you did or not.

“Now you have to tell me.” Robb insisted, he hated seeing his half-brother this sad. “Did she do something? Did someone find out about the two of you? Or was it one of the guards? Please don’t tell me Theon did something.”

Jon shifted slightly at the last sentence. And realization dawned on Robb making him smile ever so slightly. He now knew what is wrong with Jon.
“Jon Snow, are you jealous?” Robb teased his brother.

“No! I’m  so not jealous, I mean why would I be?” Jon said quickly and defensively.

“You know you shouldn’t be jealous, (y/n) cares so much for you.” Robb said and laid a hand on Jon’s shoulder. “Come on let’s head back, it’s almost time for dinner.”

Jon and Robb left the God’s woods. They made it back just in time for the food to be served. Robb decided to sit beside you and tell you about Jon. Jon who saw you and Robb felt even worse. He wished he would be able to talk to you in front of everyone. Jon stood up out of the below. He was frowning deeply and looking at the table. The hall fell silent and everyone turned to look at Jon, who stormed out of the hall. Your eyes opened wide. You didn’t know what to do, but one look at Lord Stark told you to follow him, and follow him you did. You ignored Lady Stark’s glare and everyone’s looks. You didn’t really care at that moment.

You rushed to the gates where you knew Jon was heading. You caught up to him at the edge of the woods.

“Jon.” You panted, running in long and heavy dresses is harder than it looks. You pulled Jon’s arm back making him turn and face you. “Jon, you know I care about you.” You looked at his face, his eyes didn’t meet yours. He was truly sad, and it broke your heart to see him like this. “I love you Jon. You. I don’t care about anyone else, and I’ll proudly tell all of Westeros and the world. I don’t care about whose son you are. I want you and only you.”

You gave him a sweet smile telling him you meant every word.

“I love you too.” Jon said and a smile broke on his face. “I just fear that you’d find someone better and leave me.”

“Don’t be silly- you’re my one and only.” With that you and Jon kissed. The kiss was sweet and slow yet so full of love. It wasn’t just a kiss it was an action confirming that you love and will always love each other and no one else.

Runaway Love

Summary: You and Finn are best friends, and it’s the weekend of your wedding. Finn has secretly been in love with you but never told you. He decides to leave WWE and go home to Ireland. You find out about his feelings and then race to the airport to stop him before he can get on the plane because you need to tell him that you love him too. This one is pretty fluffy.

TAGGING: @wildandfreepinkv0dka @monsteramongmen-tamer

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Your Wettest Dream Cum True

Summary: Everyone knows about your crush on Bucky and they decide to take your relationship into their hands after weeks of making fun of you. It ends in an amazing night with the Winter Soldier and the usual rubbing from the team.

Author: buckysplums14

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3,318 (sorry, I’m a wordy bitch)

Warnings: Smut ahead! The usual, oral sex, unprotected sex

Originally posted by natpekis

It had only been a few weeks since Steve had brought you to the compound and already the team was ready to lock you and Bucky into a room together. You had met Natasha a little over a month ago at the gym and she’d invited you to train at the Avengers compound with her, the two of you quickly becoming friends. How could you refuse an invitation to meet the Avengers? Never in a million years. You’d shown up and Nat had brought you down to the gym where you’d met Sam (AKA Falcon) and Wanda (AKA Scarlett Witch).

“It’s such an honor… you guys kick ass!”

Sam laughed and Wanda blushed.

“I like her already… you should bring her around more often!” Sam exclaimed.

You’d sparred with Nat for about an hour when she taught you how to do her famous thigh grip.

“We need someone you can try it on… hey! Barnes!” she shouted and you looked up from where you were kneeling on the matt.

There he was. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky. The Winter Soldier. You were somewhat familiar with his story. He’d been friends with Steve, he was presumed dead in ’44… you’d seen the museum exhibit. He came back as the Winter Soldier, was blamed for the events in Vienna. He’d been frozen, but you’d heard he was an Avenger now, you thought you’d seen it in the news during the Avengers’ last big fight. He sauntered in wearing a t-shirt that was much too tight and gym pants. The way he almost strutted over was tantalizing. He almost seemed to walk in slow motion as you looked him over. Those chiseled pecs and those rippling abs, his beautiful biceps, his strong hands… his long hair was falling in his face as he lifted his metal hand to smooth it back. He was even more attractive in person, which you thought was impossible. You shook yourself back into reality.

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Lions’ cage

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: Bit of angst, bit of fluff, bit of smut.

Can you do one where the reader is younger than Tony, and he meets her friends and feel insecure cause of his age. But it ends happy and stuff. K. Love your work bye.

A/N: I am so soryr, I had this request before I left to Brazil and I didn’t write it because I couldn’t come up with anything, but here ya go! Feedback is love, feedback is life <3

@orangepenguin5 @shelvesandwhelves @john-benderr@muffinz323@justcallmecinammon@sexyvixen7@that1awkwardfangirl@sammiesamness @shamvictoria11​


Originally posted by iwantcupcakes

It was just about night time at the Stark house. Tony was home early for a change, and both of you were getting ready to lay your heads on the pillows and hopefully not die in your sleep because you two had a ton of things to get done. Avenging and running a company were tough but no one else but you could do it better.

“Babe, I’m going out tomorrow night, wanna come?” you asked from over your shoulder as you brushed your teeth and Tony put on the pants of his pajamas. The night was perfect for only that, and your eyes appreciated it. Scars and everything, the man was a sight.

“Uhhh…” he hesitated, “I don’t know, maybe the guys at the barbershop quartet–”

“Come again?” you frowned in confusion. The mere idea of Tony having a barbershop quartet was ridiculous.

“You know” he shrugged “the team? The avengers? Mightiest heroes on earth?” you nodded, laughing breathily at the old fashioned name for his friends who very coincidentally were 4. Thor was out of town, or, being more specific, out of earth. “Perhaps we’re going out too”

“Ok, but you know? I’d really appreciate if one day we’d go out with my friends” making an emphasis on the words as you turned off the lights of the bathroom and made your way to the bed.

You took all the pajamas you kept under the pillow and took off your clothes, eliciting whistles of approval from Tony, who was already inside the covers. He cheered on your nakedness and you decided to leave the fancy and cute baby-doll for another night; his old t-shirt suited you better in his words.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you going out with me, ok?” You hummed sleepily as you were quickly wrapped around a pair of warm and strong arms. He placed a soft kiss on the back of your neck and called it quits for the day.

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