A/N: This post was written posthumously, since this photo killed me obviously. Also on: AO3.
“Sorry I haven’t come by sooner, I was…”
“Busy fending off a throng of reporters and being a full-time parent?”
“Yeah.” Oliver huffs a short laugh, stealing a shy glance at the ground, as all the weight of the day visibly slips from his shoulders. She likes him like this, more innocent and carefree, where it’s no longer Mayor Queen or the Green Arrow or more recently a worried Dad standing in front of her…it’s just him. Just Oliver. Just her Oliver.
“I won’t hold it against you. Come on in.”
She holds the door open for him as he steps inside, his arm carefully dodging her shoulder, but that doesn’t stop a thousand goosebumps from breaking out over her skin in anticipation. As she shuts the front door, Felicity steals a quick glance of her own at his back because wow. While she loves Suit Oliver in all of his various…well, suits, it has been ages since she’s seen Casual Oliver. And honestly, seeing him standing there in full-on casual black and that jacket that she swears is framing his jaw really well, looking so at ease in her apartment…what used to be their apartment…it’s bringing back a lot of old memories mixed with new, tingling hopes stirring in her stomach.
Oliver spins to regard her in return, wearing a strangely nervous look. It’s then that she notices the small box with a white bow in his hands. “I uh…I was gonna wait, but I just…” He sighs, pausing, watching her like he’s waiting for her to stop him. And when she doesn’t, he finally says, “I brought you something,” holding the box out to her.
“Oh. What’s this?” She takes the box from him, wanting to reach for his hand, too, but he pulls back before she can.
“It’s just a uh…a present.”
“I can see that. You know, it’s not my birthday for another several months,” she teases him with a smile.
He doesn’t quite smile back, but there’s a hint of mischief behind his eyes now. “I know. This is different.”
Felicity frowns at his serious voice, watching him cross his arms. Uh oh. She knows that move. He only does this when it’s something big, something important. “Okay.”
She hesitates, her fingers hovering over the lid, playing with the plastic bow. Her heart starts to hammer against the walls of her chest with a new ferocity, like it somehow already knows what’s inside.
Swallowing once, she finally lifts the lid and finds nestled on top of a cotton square…a silver key.
“It’s a key,” supplies Oliver, his voice sounding very far away and warped, like she’s suddenly trapped inside a fish bowl.
Felicity stares in awe at the little object shimmering in the dim lighting, calling out to her. Slowly, she picks up the key, feeling the cool, wonderful weight of her future pressed against her palm.
“I know we’ve talked about it, and you’ve met William, and he seems to really like you. And this doesn’t mean that you have to move out of your place or anything, I just think…”
His voice sounds much closer now, and she glances up to realize that he’s standing right in front of her, his hands finally reaching out to hold her shoulders, drawing her closer, drawing her home.
He licks his lips. “And if this is too fast then–”
“Oliver, are you sure?”
He sighs again, only this time it’s a gentler sigh, a contented sigh, a hopeful sigh. His gaze grows intense yet familiar, and oh she’s missed that look most of all. Even after five months of taking things slow, after being engaged to this man once, she’s still getting used to him looking at her like this–like she’s the only thing in the entire world that he wants. She’ll never be used to it. She couldn’t look away from him even if she wanted to. And she doesn’t want to.
“I’m sure of one thing,” he says, his voice so deep it sends a warm feeling straight down her gut. “I love you, and I want us to be a family. All of us.”
Trapping the key in a fist, Felicity reaches for Oliver just as he lowers his head down to her. Thank you,she says through the kiss, her lips gently pressed against his, re-familiarizing herself with his taste. But Oliver changes the angle quickly, deepening the kiss, his hands coming up and around her, pulling her close, his fingers pressing deep into the muscles of her lower back.
Felicity feels herself losing focus, her grip around his neck loosening…. She fumbles in the haze but manages to set the little box down on the counter, freeing her other hand to join the one still tightly clasped behind his neck. Her fingers sweep into his hair brushing against his scalp.
Seconds seem to bleed into minutes, and she doesn’t know how long they stand there like that, holding each other, remembering and relearning and learning afresh what the other person feels like…
A loud clang startles her, and Oliver pulls back, breaking the kiss, though she doesn’t let him go too far.
Realizing she must have dropped the key, Felicity breathes against his open lips, “It’s fine. I’ll get it later.”
And then she kisses him again, openly, fiercely, desperately. This kiss is different than the one before, taking on a life of its own, like the one they shared in this very spot years ago, when they first moved in together. It feels right that they should find each other again in this way. Felicity clings to him, his body still so warm and solid and familiar. How is he always so warm?
After what feels like too brief a time, though, Oliver pulls back again, breathing heavily. He keeps his eyes closed, as he presses his forehead against hers. “Felicity,” he whispers. “Can I ask you a question?”
“If the question is can you stay the night, the answer is yes.”
He laughs, giving her a short and more chaste kiss. “Are you sure?”
“Besides,” Felicity nips his lips again. “I don’t expect to be staying here much in the future. We better make the most of it.”
“Do you want a shower?” Tony asked sometime later, squeezing at Bucky’s waist lightly. “I don’t know if Clint told you, but I have a fairly impressive bathroom.”
“Clint mentioned the shower.” Bucky said with a smile, but he didn’t lift his head from Tony’s shoulder. “But I’m not— I’m not ready for that. Not ready for more than this. I’m just not. I’m sorry.”
“Hey.” Tony ran a thumb over Bucky’s chin, trying to get him to look up, but going back to just holding him when Bucky refused to move. “I’m not asking for more than this. When I said a shower, that’s what I meant. Just a shower. Just you, unless of course you want me to help.” He was teasing, but Bucky still shook his head, so Tony softened his voice again.
“I know you aren’t ready, baby, and that’s fine. I would like you to spend the night with me tonight, just sleep next to me all night, but you don’t have to. Trusting me with this is different than trusting me to share a bed, and that’s fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course.” The Alpha nodded firmly. “Bucky, this will never be more than you want it to be. If this was a one time thing, it’s fine. If you never want to stay the night with me, it’s fine. I understand.”
“Because you have other Omegas.” Bucky asked, and he hated how insecure he sounded. “It doesn’t matter if this never happens again.”
“No.” Tony laughed, not because he thought it was funny but because that idea was so far off base he couldn’t believe it. “No, Bucky, not because I have other Omegas. What happens between you and I has nothing to do with what I have with Steve or with Clint. Everything about this is fine because I’m going to try and be the Alpha you need, regardless of what that means.”
(Okay this is my first time doing this, check out the masterlist for more in the future)
ps: Gifs are not mine so credits to the owners, unfortunately, I can’t tag all of them because I really don’t remember where they are from. If you know it please inbox me and let me know. Also, I’m taking requests.
Warnings: Sexual content, filth, me trashing badly.
You were hanging with the boys at the dorm like usually, watching a popular drama on Tv, sitting on the floor with your boyfriend right next to you, the other boys were distracted so Jin thought it would be funny to tease you by kissing your neck gently.
-What are you doing? -You ask him, turning slightly and he gives you a sweet smile.
Right when Jin holds you even tighter in his arms, the main character in the drama declares his love.
“Please be with me Noona!”
Jin’s mouth frozen in your neck when he felt your whole body covering in goosebumps.
-What is it? Do you like it? -You turn around immediately, covering your flushed face for being caught and Jin takes your hands in his to look you in the eyes.
-I mean, I’m only like three months older than you and you never really did call me noona before. -You mumble your words, trying to look away, he lets go of you and looks at you dumbfounded.
-I never thought you would like that… Noona. -He tasted the word and you giggle. -It is kind of sexy… -He admits, still looking utterly confused. -We could definitely try that tonight.
-Oh, get a room you two. -Says Taehyung, rolling his eyes and making the rest of the boys aware of your conversation.
Jin can’t take his eyes off you for the rest of the night.
Sitting in the studio waiting for Yoongi so you two could go out was already part of your routine. Knowing about that, the boys usually sat there too, enjoying being around you: Tonight wasn’t any different.
Jungkook was telling you about how excited he was to hang out with Taehyung to play overwatch and how his new covers were coming up, innocently chatting for the past hour. Just when the door to the soundproof cabinet was open, Jungkook praised you.
-You look cute tonight noona.
-Stop making my girlfriend blush you little punk. -Yoongi gives Jungkook a bad look before taking your hand and almost drag you out of maknae’s sight.
You two made it to the restaurant and it was a comfortable night, you laughed, he talked about his new mixtape. things were going great until your boss started texting you.
You have your eyes glued to the mobile when Yoongi sighs.
-Noona, get off your phone! -He complains with his “too cool for school” tone, spilling the word as if it’s nothing and your head shot up so fast your neck hurts.
You stare at each other for so long and you must have this really surprised look on your face that Yoongi shrinks in embarrassment.
-YAH stop making it awkward!
You fumble with your words.
-Say it again! -You ask immediately.
His eyes darken and he looks around trying to see if there’s anyone paying attention to your conversation.
-Noona, don’t get too excited, I am still going to be the one with my hands around your neck tonight. -He uses his daddy tone now, hands slipping to find your on the table, but the way he says “noona” is so adorable and yet so intimidating that you feel yourself getting wet.
-That’s what we are going to see Min Yoongi. -You smirk at him, almost laughing at the terrified look in his eyes.
Being with Namjoon meant having an open-minded relationship when it came to sex. He, being the good lover that he is, would always make sure you were enjoying being with him and was pleased to please you in bed.
That often resumed into having long conversations about your sexual preferences and dreams; Of course your noona kink was not something he was oblivious about.
But your boyfriend, that worked so hard to make you happy, refused to call you noona.
You didn’t want to push it too much because the age gap wasn’t big and you could understand him not wanting to tone down his dom side around you, which you had no problem with because daddy Namjoon was also a kink.
But then one particular night you two are scrolling through an online sex shop, seeing if anything catches the eye and you see there is a “noona” section.
-Monie why don’t you ever call me noona? -He stares at you, blinking in silence. -I know you told me you didn’t want to, but why didn’t we ever try it? Ever? I mean, it doesn’t have to be in bed…
He then kisses you. Lips devouring yours.
-Do you want to be my noona? -He sits in between your legs and grabs at your waist with both hands. -You can be my noona tonight babe, if you want to try it so bad, but definitely never around the members.
-Why? -You grab onto his hair, excitement rushing down your veins.
-Because if I call you noona and your eyes darken like this in front of the members I might just turn you around and fuck you until all you know is my name. -He states, leaning to mark your neck hungrily.
All tho Hoseok did call you noona regularly, he was never the one to do it in bed, and you were too shy to ask.
Someday you were at home, having your girl time and you just happen to come across this really beautiful video of a sub boy, tied up and blindfolded with his dom asking “Do you like noona? Do you want to touch your noona?”
His moans play on repeat in your head, you can’t help but picture Hoseok in his place and you can only imagine how your sweet, angelic boyfriend would react to you having those kinds of thoughts with him.
Coming back late one night, you had totally forgotten that Hoseok was coming over and getting to your apartment and not finding loud music playing did not help you remember. You almost have a heart attack, to say at least.
Not because your boyfriend is standing in the middle of the living room, but because the TV behind him shows a giant version of the video you have been hiding with your life.
-I-I can totally explain… -You begin, putting your bag down slowly and you see him holding your laptop with white knuckles.
-I am so hard right now. -Hoseok admits, gulping loudly, wide eyes staring into your soul he places the laptop in the couch.
Your own eyes fall immediately for the bulge in his sweatpants and you almost choke at how delicious he looks.
-Noona… Do you have any rope? -You stare at his face again, shocked and your boyfriend opens one of his sunshine smiles before marching to you to press your body against the closed door.
Oh boy he was aware of your kink.
And he approved it very much.
Getting home one night, he finds you in your pyjamas with your laptop and a huge cup of coffee.
He goes to your room and tries to rest a little but not having you by his side feels weird, so he gets up once again and sits by your side in the living room.
-Baby do you want to watch netflix? Have you eaten?
-Not now mochi, I’m really busy with this essay and I can’t afford not getting it done.
Understanding that your studies are important, he goes to the kitchen, makes you a sandwich, dances around the living room, plays games on his phone, anything to just kill time while he waits for you.
It’s three in the morning when he decides he can’t take it anymore and goes stand behind you again.
-Noonaaa -He whines and throws his hands around your shoulders, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.
-Jiminie… -Your eyes are glued to the screen but you can feel his every move, his whines getting you wet by the second.
He kisses your neck, then bites it, his hands travel to your waist and slowly raise to your chest. He massages your boobs and chills are running down your spine, your stomach sinks when one of his hands slips to cup your sex through your thin pants and you can feel his hot breath in your ear when he feels how wet you are.
-Okay -You sigh and slam the table with your hands, he runs to one of the chairs cutely, laughing like a child. -You go to your room, make sure to get naked for noona.
And that is enough to send him running to the bedroom like the happiest puppy ever.
Tae was beginning his career as an actor and you were giving it full support, but whenever you paid him a visit on set, the younger girls would be calling him oppa and he looked so happy about it that it made you jealous.
You and the boys take him out for lunch after shooting his scenes and the thought of this really cute girl running over to him screaming “oppa” in a high pitched voice keeps coming back to your head.
-What is up with Tae today? -Yoongi looks at your boyfriend. -Is like this smile is glued to his face…
-It’s because a pretty girl called him oppa today. -You roll your eyes, teasing Taehyung while sipping your drink, the boys laugh super loud.
-That is not true! I mean that’s not why I am smiling, I’m just happy my members and my girlfriend are treating me to lunch -He pouts cutely. -And that is how she is supposed to call me anyway!
-Oh yes? You should call me noona then! -It’s your turn to pout, you even cross your arms, he’s caught off guard but then smiles.
-Noona, are you mad at me? -He does this cute voice and tilts his head a little, aegyo overflowing. -Do you want me to call you noona? Does it make you happy?
You only nod, still pouting.
-Let’s do this, I can be your good boy tonight so you can forgive me, how about it? -He asks shamelessly and you bite your bottom lip to keep you from saying something to the glowy beautiful boy in front of you.
-Why are you so pretty? -You ask breathless and he throws his head back laughing.
-You two are very liberal… And way too public. -Jin, like the rest of the table, stares at you, disgust over their faces and Tae throws pieces of napkins at them.
Noona this, noona that…
How could Jeon Jungkook be so unaware of how he made you feel by acting so damn cute while calling you noona? How could he not notice the way your face reddened when he described you as “his noona” or how his boyish grins made you hyperventilate?
One night at a party Jungkook introduced you to everybody as his “girl” and that left a bitter taste in your mouth. The way he sounded dominant just didn’t go with his figure and him having to own this look instead of his usual bunny-self made you upset.
Once at home his attitude changed immediately, he wrapped around you on the couch and washed your face with kisses.
-Noona you are so beautiful! -Jungkook kisses your lips and then realizes you did not move at all. -What’s up? Is everything okay? -He sounds concerned and suddenly backs away to see you.
Your hands grip his erection through his pants, he gasps.
-Jungkook what am I?
He gulps, his eyes are wide in his face.
-That’s right. -You lick your lips, filling with confidence. -I am your noona, so who told you that you could go around acting all grown up? You made me really upset tonight pretending to be a big boy while in fact, you are my good baby boy…
His eyes roll to the back of his head when you tighten your grip around his member.
-Oh my god, I am sorry noona. -The word sounds like a moan and you search his eyes for any disapproval but all find is raw desire which makes you even more turned on if possible.
-Go to your room, I want you on your hands and knees when I get there, naked. Bad boys get their punishment love.-You kiss him, he responds breathlessly and when you let go he runs to your room, grunting something that sounds a lot like “fucking finally”.
Summary: You are a well known female hunter who has always butted heads with the Winchesters in the past, especially Dean. Will this case go a different way when you see him in a more holy attire?
Pairing: Dean x Reader
language, sassy!reader, mentions of sex, smidgen of angst, is kissing a warning?
Song Insp; Steady as She Goes- The Raconteurs
*gifs are not mine*
Find yourself a girl and settle down
Live a simple life in a quiet town
Steady as she goes
Steady as she goes,’
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Dean groaned as he set eyes on you sat at the bar, glass of whiskey in hand as you laughed at some poor unsuspecting guys chat up line. Of course you were wearing those damn tight jeans along with that black leather jacket you had on last time him and Sam had bumped into you in another town a few years back. Now, that was definitely a memorable weekend.
“Earth to Dean?” Sam cleared his throat, pulling him out of his brother’s thoughts.
Dean rubbed a hand across the back of neck, turning his body away from the direction of the bar, silently praying that you hadn’t seen them. “Let’s just go somewhere else, there’s another bar just out of town.”
“Oh come on, she’s not that bad,” Sam countered and Dean threw him a blunt look.
“Yeah, she’s a ray of sunshine,” he let out a short unimpressed scoff, rolling his eyes at his brother. “Up until she takes over our hunts and then steals the damn credit for ganking whatever it is,” he grumbled, the distaste clear on his face.
Sam tried to hold in his laugh as you appeared behind Dean, a smug grin across your face having heard a good amount of what he’d just said.
“Damn, Dean-o. Way to break a girl’s heart,” you held a hand over your chest in mock hurt as Dean turned to face you, his jaw clenched in frustration.
Would you like to give me some idea for a simple and cute Darkstache scene? I will probably draw it on my free time in school ...Or if you want to it doesn't really have to be innocent (•>• 🌸) i need to practice some blood things if you know what i mean. Anyway, what u want? -M
like, fluffy kind of stuff? because i got tons of ideas, my friend. here are just a few for the sake.
them hugging will always be important to me.
them dressing each other for the morning, like dark’s in the process of getting his suit on but pauses so he can tie wilford’s bowtie properly.
kisses on the cheek. dark hiding his blushing face with his hand and pushing wilford’s face away so wilford won’t kiss him again.
wilford ruffling dark’s hair.
dark relaxing in the pool and then wilford runs up and yells “bully!” before he jumps in and gets dark soaked.
wilford falling asleep on the couch and dark places his suit jacket on him for a blanket.
them reaching their hands out for each other ahh
forEHEAD touch with wilford laughing and dark just looking him over with a soft smile
wilford trying to convince dark to wear a dress because celine loves them
uhhh just them being happy together i am so sold for
The audience was roaring with screaming and shrieking as Ethan and Grayson Dolan burst through a fake wall, their helmets sliding off their heads in the process. Ethan went tumbling to the ground, catching himself with his hands before propping himself up to his feet, smiling awkwardly with embarrassment although the whole thing was entirely staged. He was a better actor than he realized. They high-fived the fans along the short pathway to the TRL stage where the other co-hosts were waiting. They exchanged short hugs with the co-hosts before pulling their microphones to their mouths yelling a loud “WHAT’S UP GUYS!”
You stood off to the side, toying anxiously with your fingers as you watched your boyfriend run his fingers through his hair for the fifth time in five minutes. He hated being in the spotlight and although anyone who didn’t know him would think nothing of it, you could visibly see his anxiety was getting the best of him. He had been in a pretty bad mood since he woke up but he still stood tall, faking a smile for the cameras and going along with whatever stupid shit TRL came up with. The show ended about an hour later and Ethan came running off to the side towards you. He hugged you for a split second before pulling away. You tried to ignore the sting of disappointment. Normally he was showering you with kisses after every show. In the eight weeks they had been filming it had become almost like a ritual. You had gone to every single show, following him around like some lost puppy and between all the trips back to Jersey, New York, L.A then back again maybe it was too much. You frowned. Maybe he wasn’t in a bad mood, maybe he was just annoyed with you.
Summary: Cas has a hard time holding himself back from touching you sometimes, not that you mind. A/N: Hi everyone! I love you guys, and any and all feedback is appreciated! Pairing: Castiel x Reader Warnings: Dom!Cas, Rough Sex, Oral (Male Receiving; Face Fucking), Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Squirting, Hair Pulling, Spanking, Language, Sir!Kink, Daddy!Kink… I think that’s it. Word Count: 1,937
Sometimes Castiel couldn’t control himself. You were well aware of this, and that’s why it was no surprise when he came up behind you as you stood in the kitchen, doing dishes at the sink.
He wrapped his arms around you and one slid up to your breast while the other slid down to your sex, “I want to see your legs spread wide open on the counter for me.” he said while his very obvious erection pressed into your backside.
This is exactly the kind of
family gathering Mulder is used to. Yelled accusations. Past missteps. Oh yes,
he knows this. Except it’s not his family. And no one, for once, is yelling at
him. He’s outside on the porch, the sun trying to hide, too, disappearing
quickly, going to sleep. Under him the wood creaks softly. No one but him hears
it. They’re in the kitchen, Scully and her brother Bill. Mulder was in there
with them moments ago. He doubts either of them even noticed when he slipped
outside. Out here, their voices are muffled, but he can still hear them, word
“He has no right being
“I want him here,
“Dana, you work with
him I get it. You don’t invite colleagues to spend time with your family.”
“I wanted an easy day
with my boyfriend. What’s wrong with that?” A pause. Mulder outside, out
of sight, swallows. Boyfriend. Scully has called him many, many things.
Never her boyfriend, though.
Bill’s voice is squeaky high and Mulder can almost see the surprised shock on
the other man’s face. His own expression, he figures, is probably not much
different. Boyfriend. The word makes him chuckle deep inside. Boyfriend. Warmth
spreads through him, spreads joy inside his stomach. He is Scully’s boyfriend -
she just confirmed it. There is a stupid grin on his face; he feels it in the
pull of his cheek, in the way his lips curl upwards. Too bad there’s no here to
turns around, startled. There in the door stands Mrs. Scully. She is surrounded
by the light streaming out from inside. The voices of her children boast loudly
through the open door. With a sigh, she closes it behind her and joins him.
“I’m sorry.” He
says and she throws him a look, her eyes open wide.
“What are you sorry
for, dear? I came out here to apologize for my children. Bill and Dana
have always been like this. She’s his baby sister and he thinks he knows what’s
best for her.” Mulder nods. He doesn’t know what that’s like, can only
guess, as he’s only ever had a taste of being a big brother.
“I brought you pie,
Fox. Just because these two can’t behave doesn’t mean you should miss out on
dessert.” She hands him a plate with a big, mout-watering piece of pie.
With whipped cream on top. Mulder licks his lips. Mrs. Scully hands him a
napkin and a fork and Mulder, unable to speak, mouths his thank you and digs
in. He eats greedily, stifles a moan, and forgets everything for a moment.
“Just so you know,
Fox,” she waits until he faces her, still chewing. He swallows hard, the
distant voices - how are they not hoarse yet? - of Bill and Scully ringing in
his ear, “just because my son doesn’t understand what a wonderful man you
are and how much you love Dana, doesn’t mean I feel the same.” Then Mrs. Scully
does something he never thought he’d see: she winks at him. Love, she said.
Mrs. Scully knows he loves her daughter. They haven’t said the words yet. Hell,
up until earlier there had been no definition to their relationship period.
Until Scully called him her boyfriend in front of her brother. Not even to him,
no. That’s not how they communicate. It makes him smile now; no matter how
their relationship changes, forms new shapes, they’re still the same people.
Still Mulder and Scully. As dysfunctional as they’ve always been.
“Thank you.” The
words crumble out of his mouth.
“You’re very welcome,
Fox.” Mrs. Scully leans forward and kisses his cheek. Mulder finds himself
blushing. When she turns to go back inside, she doesn’t seem surprised to see
her daughter standing in the door. Scully has her arms across her chest, still
in defense and still ready to fight.
“You two done?”
There is amusement in Mrs. Scully’s voice. How often has she had to break these
two up? Mulder wonders watching mother and daughter. Scully visibly relaxes as
her mother touches her arm. She nods.
“Good. Now go be with
blushes deeply, but so does Mulder, and giggles uncomfortably. She waits until
her mother has disappeared inside before she closes the distance between them.
Scully falls into his arms and leans heavily against him. She’s warm, smells
like pie, and looks just as delicious. Her smile is tired yet genuine.
“Regretting that you
brought me?” She claps her hands behind him, holding him tightly against
her. Either for warmth or because she likes him. Either way, he enjoys her
“Never, Mulder. I
wanted you here. I wanted to spend time with you outside of work. Like a normal
girlfriend, huh?” He can’t keep the shy grin off his face.
“You heard us
fighting.” It’s not a question. “Bill was not… he’ll grow to love-
like you, Mulder. You probably have a lot in common. He just needs a little
"You think I would
have been like Bill? If Samantha brought home a… boyfriend?” Mulder
asks quietly. He shivers as a cool wind whiffs past them and Scully tightens
her grip on him.
“I don’t know,
Mulder,” she answers honestly, “I think you’d be protective. You
“I would want - would
have wanted to trust her judgment.” Scully gives him a sad smile and puts
one hand on his cheek.
“You might have thrown
him dirty looks, Mulder. But you would have accepted the man your sister
love.” Scully whispers and before he can reply, or react in any way, she
gets on tiptoes and plants her mouth over his.
“Dana!” A voice
hollers. Mulder startles and breaks the kiss, realizing it’s Bill. And he’s
just seen them kissing. Yeah, Scully’s brother is definitely going to like him.
Never. “Come inside.” Scully doesn’t move and stays in Mulder’s arms.
“You too, Mulder.” Bill finishes grudgingly, stomping back inside.
“Did he just invite me
did. Now come on. It’s getting cold out here.” He lets Scully lead him
back inside the house, but even while still outside, he’s never felt this warm
before in his life.
Pairing: Baker!Bucky x Reader Summary: You bake Bucky a cake A/N: Okay so I’m somewhat addicted to writing this pairing as you can probably tell haha! Anyway, this is part of a series called The Sweetest Thing! and I hope you enjoy it. Come let me know what you think! Word count : 574
Why on earth did you think this was a good idea? Your husband was the baker, not you. Here you were five months pregnant with what looked like the whole pantry on the counter. “I can do this” you whisper to yourself, glancing at the clock on the wall. Four hours. Four hours until Bucky got back. You tie the apron around your belly, and put your hair up so it’s out of the way before reaching for Bucky’s recipe journal.
Requested: My aunt passed away three years ago and she was my best friend in the whole world. Whenever I have bad days, I throw one of her old sweatshirts on and curl up in it because it’s giant on me. Could you maybe do an imagine where Shawn notices his gf is curled up in a sweatshirt that has the same meaning as mine, so he snuggles with her and makes her day better???
Its one of those days, those days where you miss your aunt so much that you feel like the hole in your heart from missing her is going to destroy you. One of those days where you want to collapse into yourself because you miss her so much and you don’t want to have to exist without her. One of those days where you want more than anything for her to just be here with you.
They say it is supposed to get better with time, but as time passes all you can think about is how she’s not here to see everything thats happening in your life. She would have liked Shawn, you’re sure of it. But that makes you even more sad because she passed away before you met Shawn, so she never got to meet him. She never got to tell you that you did good. Or tell Shawn that if he broke your heart that he’d have to answer to her. But you know she would have said both those things had she been around to say it.
You’re curled up on the couch, wearing your aunts sweatshirt. Its big on you, and you wear it whenever you miss her. It makes you feel closer to her. The front door slams, signaling that Shawn just arrived home. You wipe a few stray tears from your eyes, not wanting him to know you’ve been crying. “Y/n, are you home?” You hear Shawn’s voice float from the entryway, although you can’t see him yet. You don’t answer right away. You just want to sleep, and you don’t want Shawn to worry about you if he finds out you’re sad. So you close your eyes, and pretend to be asleep as you hear Shawn’s footsteps approaching.
You assume that Shawn will notice you’re asleep and probably go off to the kitchen to find himself food or something, but you’re startled when you feel his fingers gently thread through your hair. When his lips come into contact with your forehead, your eyes flutter open. “Hi baby,” He whispers, gazing down at you.
“How did you know I wasn’t sleeping?” You question, knowing Shawn would not have reacted that way had he believed you were actually sleeping.
“You’re wearing her sweatshirt, and theres still tear stains on your cheeks.” He explains solemnly before moving you slightly so he can sit down on the couch and pull you into his arms. He kisses you before puling you even closer, letting the comfort of his arms engulf you. You don’t respond, instead, you simply bury your face in his t-shirt, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. After a few minutes of your sniffling being the only sounds between to you, Shawn finally speaks, “Its okay to be sad, you know.” You just press yourself closer to him, and he responds by holding your tighter.
Sometimes there are no words that will make anything better. Sometimes its just having someone there with you that makes things better. And you still miss your aunt so much, but at least Shawn is here with you. It doesn’t make everything better, but it does make that hole you feel from missing her feel a little less like it’s about to break you in two and leave you crying on the ground.
After a few more moments of silence, Shawn suggests, “How about we have pizza and watch a movie?”
“I thought you were going out with Brian and Matt tonight, its boys night.” You respond, knowing that was what Shawn had planned for the night.
“My girl comes first. So pepperoni?” He questions, pulling out his phone and going through his contacts for your favorite pizza place nearby.
“Shawn, it’s fine. Just go, I promise I’ll be fine.”
“I’m not leaving. Stop trying to get rid of me babe. So pepperoni?”
“I’m not trying to get rid of you, I just don’t want you to cancel on Brian and Matt on such short notice.”
“They’ll live.” He responds. “I’m going to get pepperoni pizza.” He calls the pizza place before you can reply. He made a decision because you wouldn’t answer. He knows you love pepperoni pizza. “And those bread things you like, what are they called? Cheese br– Hi, can I place an order for delivery?” Shawn orders the pizza, and your favorite cheesy garlic bread bites.
When he finally hangs up the phone after placing the order and giving them the address, you lean up to kiss him, which he happily returns. “Thank you Shawn,” You’re so grateful for him and the way that he cares so much and knows just how to make your bad days better.
EXO Reaction when their GF changes them for a videogame/online game
Xoxo, Admin A~
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*Writing a new song while you play* “I should have… taught her the world of music…. not the world of gaming yeah~”
“Do you want to have some…. sexy time, oh you are busy? I see… no worries… I’ll just go to the bathroom….”
*Needs attention* “Jagi please… give me a kiss? Yes? No? fine I’ll go ask Luhan he might say yes”
“ImmagoplayLolIt’sSoFun ugh” *Someone’s angry* “Fine ImmagoBuySomeGucciForMyselfBai” *Very angry* “And cake! Just for me! I’ll make out with the cake!”
“Hello? Is this Anonymous gamers hotline? Can you help me? how do I get my girlfriend back? She won’t leave the computer… I’m scared that hot animated dude might have stolen my girlfriend”
*Just watching you and thinking* “One day she’ll come home and the TV is gone… not gonna be able to watch my drama anymore but… ugh I want the TV gone… I’m jealous… yes tomorrow I’m giving it away.” *Sips cup of coffee*
*Such a dramatic baby* “Did she just… killed me? I thought we were a couple…. together forever… I need a break… this is betrayal..” *The student became better than the teacher xD*
*This is him behind the computer doing everything he can to get your attention back* “Maybe I should start taking my clothes off now”
Sehun: “Why are we running away hyung?” Chen: “Because I just broke my jagi’s laptop and told her it was you… at least she’s giving me attention now”
“I wonder what she will do when she realizes her biggest enemy is me… she’ll realize all those fights have actually been online dates xD” *Someone’s been very busy leveling up his character*
“That game thinks it’s better than me? We’ll see… it can’t win against my famous shirtless floor humping”
“I should buy all the internet in Korea and not give her the password…. yeah this sounds like the solution” *Someone’s desperate*
Chloe:You’re scared because I want you? I want to love you and kiss you and comfort you. But I also really want to touch you and make you feel amazing.
Chloe:I want to do more than just force you to watch shitty movies in a dorm room. I want to make you happy Becs. I want us to go out on real dates. We can have anniversary’s, we can celebrate our birthdays and Christmas together. I’ll make you blueberry pancakes in the morning after my run. You’ll call me a nerd whenever I tell you how beautiful you are. Then when we have sex it would be so mind blowing. I know you’ve thought about it.
Chloe:Why does it scare you then Beca?
Beca:Because I’ve never had that before. But I really, really want it.
You whine as you stomp your feet, crossing your arms and sulking. You pout heavily and moan about how tired you are and how much your feet hurt. You’ve basically been walking around all day and you’re too tired. You turn to your boyfriend, suddenly smiling sweetly as you say,
Summary:“DESPERATE NEED: BASSIST. NO SHIT TASTE IN MUSIC. PLUS: BE HOT.” That was all the flyer had said along with a location. Eddie would usually never go to some random club to try out for a band full of people he didn’t know, but his therapist DID tell him to take some more risks.
The warm skin that Eddie had felt in his hands was replaced with cold porcelain. His knuckles went white as he lurched forward, his stomach emptying once again. Eddie tried to remember what had lead up to this; he had downed some vodka and now he was here. At least the hand on his back let Eddie know he wasn’t alone.
“Damn Eds, you gonna make it?” Richie snorted, continuing to rub circles into his back.
Maybe he would rather be alone. This was so embarrassing. Eddie groaned as his memories rushed back.
Eddie and Richie’s heavy breathing synced together as the music stopped, Richie pressing his forehead to the smaller man’s.
“Holy shit, Eds. Didn’t peg you for the dancing type.” He rested his hands on Eddie’s waist, rubbing exposed skin with his thumbs.
“Me neither.” Eddie let out a breathy laugh, lightly pressing back against Richie’s forehead. He had never felt this free before. His head was spinning. His fingers were tingling. He felt a bit nauseous. Richie pulled back with a concerned look on his face.
“You alright, Eddie? You don’t look so good.” He smoothed back Eddie’s hair before pressing a hand to his forehead.
“R-Richie…I don’t feel so hot..” Before Richie had the chance to back away Eddie was hurling onto his shirt.
“Oh, gross! Alright okay, everyone make some space!” Richie had dealt with puke before, he was in a band after all. Richie ushered Eddie upstairs and to the bathroom.
Eddie groaned, his dread being realized has he looked over Richie’s vomit covered shirt.
“Oh god, Richie, I’m sorry.” He mumbled out, resting his forehead in his hand.
“Don’t worry about it Eds, you were really cool.” Richie kept his hand on Eddie’s back.
“I puked on you, that’s not cool.” He wanted to die right there.
“Eddie, listen. You drank like a champ and were the best dance partner I’ve probably ever had.” Richie flashed him a huge grin and Eddie felt his heart squeeze.
“Really?” Eddie couldn’t help but smile. Richie nodded, scooting closer to him and moving his hand from Eddie’s back to rest on his shoulder. He couldn’t help his gaze from landing on Eddie’s lips. Richie had just watched this guy puke his guts out, why’d he want to kiss him so bad?
There was a knock on the doorframe and both their heads whipped up.
Mike stood in the doorway a glass of water in hand.
“Am I interrupting?” He smirked at Richie who was shaking his head furiously.
“Nah. Han my man, what’s up?” He slowly stood, resting his hand gently on top of Eddie’s head.
“Just wanted to bring this poor kid some water.” Mike’s gaze shifted to Eddie with a soft smile as he walked over to crouch down next to the poor man still kneeling next to the toilet. He held out the glass of water.
“You feeling any better?”
Eddie’s shaky hands took the glass, pressing it to his lips lightly.
“Yeah, thank you.” He nodded before realization struck, he hadn’t just puked on Richie but on the floor as well. “I have to go clean that up!”
Mike shook his head. “It’s alright, I already took care of it.” Eddie’s cheeks went red.
“Oh god, I’m so sorry. That must have been so gross.” He took a small sip of water as Mike laughed.
“It’s alright, I used to work on a farm. I’ve seen a lot worse than a little puke.” Mike smiled wider as Eddie continued with the apologizes.
Richie gently curled his fingers in Eddie’s soft hair, sending chills down his spine. He was about to thank Mike again for about the hundredth time when their attention was brought to a door opening across the hall.
Eddie’s face nearly turned beet red watching what was happening in front of them. Bill had Stan pinned against the open door, trailing kisses down his neck. Both the men’s hands were trying to remove the other person’s shirt as fast as they could. Bill only pulled away to pull his shirt over his head, moving back into what Eddie could only guess was their bedroom.
Stan watched the other man with a look that made Eddie’s insides tighten.
Should I be watching this?
Suddenly, Stan turned his attention over to them; more specifically Mike. A grin broke out over Stan’s face as he pointed to the now blushing Mike, making a calling motion with his finger. Mike stood quickly, brushing his hands over his pants.
“Well have a good night you two. Feel better Eddie!” He quickly made his way to Stan and Eddie could barely make out what the curly-haired man said as Mike closed the door behind him, but he heard it.
“Did you really think we’d start without you?”
Eddie stared into his glass of water, his cheeks still flushed while Richie sat on the edge of the bathtub and watched Eddie squirm.
“Does that stuff make you uncomfortable?” Richie stared him down.
“Sex? I’m not a kid, Richie.” Eddie couldn’t look up from the glass.
“No I mean- does it make you uncomfortable ‘cause they’re all guys?” Eddie shrunk in on himself, trying to ignore his mother’s words bouncing around in his head.
Faggots! Disgusting! Eddie you’re not like them! You’re not gay Eddie, we’ll get you help!
Eddie shook his head before downing the rest of his water.
“It doesn’t bother me.” He didn’t sound very convincing. His eyes shot to Richie who was just frowning, and Eddie let out a sigh.
“I wasn’t brought up by the most accepting person.” His eyes were back to the now empty glass.
As Richie stoop up, Eddie’s stomach dropped. He was sure Richie was going for the door. How could he have already fucked this whole situation up? Richie had to hate him now.
Stupid, so stupid, Eddie.
His thoughts stopped dead when he felt Richie’s hand on the top of his head again. It was just as gentle as the time before.
“Let’s get you to bed alright, Ed’s?” Eddie looked up to the taller man who had nothing but love in his eyes. It made Eddie’s stomach flip.
“A-Alright.” He slowly stood and Richie placed a hand on his arm to steady him before they made their way to Richie’s bedroom.
It looked exactly how Eddie would have imagined it; posters lining every inch of the walls, clothes strewn all over the floor, and a desk covered in pages of music and lyrics.
“Sorry it’s a mess.” Richie apologized, rubbing the back of his neck. Eddie just kept taking in all the stuff that Richie had; most of it looked like junk, but cool junk. He walked over to Richie’s desk, smiling fondly as he picked up a Magic 8Ball and sat down onto Richie’s bed.
“Are you twelve?” He looked up to the taller man who was now blushing.
“Hey! That thing has helped me write a lot of songs, alright?” A grin formed on his face as he kicked off his shoes and sat down next to Eddie.
“You do know they’re completely random, right?” Eddie went to shake the 8ball but Richie took it from his hands.
“I’m telling you these things really work, Ed’s” Richie shook it in his hands. “Is Eddie going to be a good addition to the Losers’ Club?” Eddie blushed as Richie asked the question. The answer showed: Very Likely.
“See! It’s magic!” Richie had the biggest smile on his face as Eddie took the 8Ball back.
“Is Richie a total nerd?” Eddie beamed back at the curly-haired man as the answer showed: Yes.
“Woah Richie you might actually be right!” Eddie laughed, and made Richie’s heart squeeze.
“Alright smart guy, give me that!” Richie playfully tried to wrestle the 8Ball from Eddie’s hands.
“No! I’m not done!” They continued the struggle before they both fell back onto the bed, Richie holding himself up over Eddie on shaky arms. The room went silent as Eddie stared up at Richie, their faces only inches apart. Eddie’s hand went limp, the 8ball rolling onto the floor.
After a moment, Richie finally broke the silence. “Do you like the left or the right side?” Eddie’s cheeks flushed while Richie slowly stood up. “Or I could take the floor, I don’t mind.”
Eddie shook his head.
“I-It’s fine. I don’t mind sharing.” Eddie sat up again, pushing off his shoes and scooting onto the left side of the bed. He watched as Richie opened his closet and sifted through a pile of clothes before pulling out a clean shirt. Eddie’s cheeks warmed again as he remembered why Richie had to change.
Richie pulled the dirty shirt off and Eddie couldn’t help but stare. Richie was tall and skinny, but his arms and back had enough definition to show from all the playing and lifting of equipment he did. Eddie felt a dryness in his throat as he watched Richie’s bare back flex, but Richie frowned as he caught a look of himself in a standing mirror he had next to his closet.
Fuck, I look like shit.
After Richie pulled on the shirt and ran his fingers through his hair, Eddie was quick to lay down and pretend he hadn’t been staring when the curly-haired man turned his attention back to the bed. Without warning, Richie flung himself onto the side next to Eddie, a grin on his face while Eddie tried his hardest not to look. A a blush was still creeping up his neck.
Why was I staring? That’s so creepy.
Richie leaned over Eddie to place his glasses on the nightstand. Eddie’s heart was beating like crazy.
“Night, Eds” Richie laid on his back, closing his eyes. Eddie studied Richie’s face for a moment before turning to face the taller man and closing his eyes tight.
Maybe I shouldn’t drink anymore
It had been about an hour until Richie was sure Eddie was asleep. He could hear soft snores over the muffled music still playing from downstairs. Richie turned to face the man sleeping next to him and he carefully reached out to gently push a few strands of hair from Eddie’s face. Eddie may not have understood, but Richie wasn’t a stranger to these kinds of feelings. If only Eddie Kaspbrak was gay was all Richie could think to himself.
The first time Loki kisses Tony please (and Tony lets him bc I know Loki tried before Tony let him) and and also why is Loki so possessive of Tony if fairies aren’t monogamous?
This was supposed to go one way…and then it sort of did its own thing lol enjoy
Loki doesnt understand why Tony wont let him kiss him.
And it isnt as if Loki hasnt tried. He tried that first day they met, crawling across the leaves to be right in the humans space, his lips pursed for a kiss even as he asked the human to be gentle with him.
He tried the first time the human offered him something to eat, a sandwhich piled high with vegetables and some sort of dressing. Loki had taken the sandwhich and leaned in to kiss the brunette, and the human had frowned at him and leaned away.
Another time, when Anthony had told him that he was welcome at his cabin anytime, and Loki had stood in one swift motion, pressing his body to the humans and trying to kiss him.
Not a chance.
So Loki had taken to simply appearing whenever the human would be caught off guard– as he stepped from his shower, when he was napping, after using the bathroom, trying to shock a kiss from him, but the human is admirably adept at dodging him.
Loki doesnt understand.
A kiss isnt even a big deal. Loki has kissed thousands of creatures, and while most of those dalliances have led to hours together, some of the were just for the sake of kissing. Who doesnt like kissing, or to be kissed? What an arcane human tradition to only kiss those you wish to have a relationship with, or those you care about. Has Anthony never just seen someone beautiful and wanted to kiss them?
“Lo, I have kissed way too many people where it didnt mean anything. I want kisses to mean something from now on.”
“So.” Loki thought for a moment. “Every kiss you and I are to have has to mean something. Signify an event. I cannot just kiss you because you are human and fascinating? It has to be some sort of grand occassion?”
“Thats not what Im saying.” Tony tried not to smirk but it was adorable that Loki found his humanity a valid reason for kissing. “Im saying the first kiss should be because we care about each other. After that we can kiss for any reason.”
“I see.” Loki crossed the room and perched on Tonys desk, knocking the pile of photographs onto the floor with a careless sigh. “So I shall have to devise some elaborate plan to coax a first kiss from you, and then I may kiss you any time I please.”
“I suppose…” Tony said cautiously, watching the fairy closely. Loki was shockingly devious, even when he was being nice, and in the few weeks since meeting each other he had proven himself to be entirely more clever than Tony had realized. “I am just tired of kissing people because I want the rush. I want to kiss someone because I want to be with them.”
“I see.” Loki says again, then his wings open with a shimmer and he is gone.