i realized this last night with some close friends

Sanvers Minifics, ranging from hurt/comfort to smut, ft. the beautiful friend that is Winn Schott Jr.

Maggie x Alex x ice cubes = very sentimental smut – http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/157083527154/could-you-do-a-fic-where-maggie-uses-ice-cubes-on

Alex doting on Maggie – http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/157067827634/man-i-need-more-of-alex-taking-care-of-secretly

Winn is drunk and committed to vetting Alex’s new girlfriend – http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/157067141544/last-night-i-was-giggling-madly-in-my-pillow

16 year old Maggie discusses queerness and Christianity with a homophobic sort-of-friend – http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/157066216229/hiya-so-i-know-you-closed-prompts-but-im-taking

Winn helps Kara realize she has a little crush on her sister’s girlfriend – http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/157065343484/damn-now-i-lowkey-ship-karamaggie-too-can-you

Adrian brings a tiny soft butch friend to Maggie’s for dinner with his queer parents – http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/157037055939/hey-mom-im-not-in-a-very-good-place-rn-id

Alex opens up to Maggie about some of the traumas she’s survived (mostly season 1 stuff) – http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/157034523739/fic-alex-talks-to-maggie-about-something-that


Headcanons about Maggie and Lena bonding over their Danvers women – http://queergirlwriting.tumblr.com/post/157082118239/not-to-be-rude-but-imagine-maggie-and-lena

Red Lace

Originally posted by tuesday-666

Request: (For the sam smut) Would you be okay doing one where he admits he masturbated whilst thinking about you and you ask him to do it in front of you and then it kinda goes into smut?? 

Pairing: Sam x reader

Word Count: 1,835

Warnings: smut (masturbation, oral), language

A/N: Some nice Sammy smut…

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Since When Was I Your Best Girl?

I’ve been trying to post this shitty fic since 9:40 this morning. It’s kinda fluff, but I’m new to fluff so tell me how I did! Enjoy!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: no fucking clue

Warnings: none, but I do mention bdsm


11 a.m.

You wake up to hundreds of notifications on your phone, all wishing you a happy birthday. Oh shit, it’s your birthday. You scroll through Facebook, liking and commenting on all the “happy birthday <3” posts and like all the collages on Instagram. Oh, how it fed your ego.

But you have never been big on birthdays. You just didn’t like the attention and the inevitable fakeness of some people who wished you a happy birthday. Seriously, people who you haven’t spoken too in years wishing you a happy birthday? And you never knew what to say when friends and family asked what you wanted for your birthday. I mean, you can’t say “I want a life” or “Gimme cash”. You could be rude sometimes, you still had some manners.

Changing into a Kale t-shirt and black leggings and Converse, you stroll downstairs to the kitchen. Cereal or oatmeal? Probably neither. 


The Avengers jumped out of nowhere and surprised you as you walk in.

“WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU GUYS,” you yell. They can’t tell if your happy or angry. “You shouldn’t have! Y'all are just too cute.” You were happy.

“Happy birthday,” Wanda says, pulling you in for a hug.

“Thanks Wan,” you say back, hugging her tightly.

Nat silently comes in and hugs you too, and so does everyone else.After a solid 3 minutes of hugging, Clint pulls out a cake and you decide to have it for breakfast, because why the hell not? After everyone is settled and digging into the cake, you realize that Bucky is missing.

With your mouth full of cake, you ask, “Hab anyvone seen Bocky?”

Sam looks at you with a disgusted face. “First of all, close your mouth you heathen. And second of all, no. I haven’t seen the noob since last night.”

Oh. Your spirits fall a bit. Disappointed that your friend isn’t here to celebrate, you get up, thank everyone for the fifth time and go back to you room. You needed some alone time to recover from the surprise party.

Once you were out of hearing distance, Tony mutters, “Do I sense trouble abroad the ship, Cap?”

Steve shrugs and glances towards Clint. “You owe me ten bucks if they get together by the end of the week.”

“No deal Cap,” Clint refuses.

“I’ll take you on that bet,” Sam chimes in. “Only, let’s raise the stakes, shall we? 20 bucks. (Y/n) and Bucky get together by tonight.”

“Deal,” Steve agrees confidently.

“Idiots,” Nat mumbles.

3 p.m.

You’re sitting in your room, chillin’. In the same position for 4 hours. Feeling too stiff and lazy, you decide to go to the gym. Changing into your clothes, you grab your phone and earphones.

Thunk. Thunk.

What the fuck? You look around the room, feeling your guard go up. You stay as still as possible, sleathily scanning the room, waiting for another sound. Thunk. It’s coming from the windows. You drop to ground and roll to the windows. Outside, there’s no one there. Maybe it was a bird. Chill (y/n), you tell yourself.

6 p.m.

You’re showered and feel fresh and revived. A towel wrapped around you, you’re putting on lotion when you hear it again.


“What the fuck?” you whisper as you slowly approach the window. You grab a gun on your nightstand and peer out the window. The sun was still in the sky, so you had a clear view of everything. Trees, grass, more trees, and…Bucky? Yes, Bucky. Even without your glasses, you could tell it was him. I mean, his arm was reflecting the sunlight.

He spots you looking at him with a curious face and he motions you to come down. You exaggerate a sigh, wanting him to know that you would, but weren’t happy about it. Which was a lie, you were happy about it. Giddily, you slip on a romper and Converse and run out the door.

7 p.m.

Once outside in the grass field, you stand where Bucky was standing before.You hear rustling and other unidentifiable noises. Unable to hold in your curiousity, you sneakily lift up your blindfold.

“No, you can’t look yet! Put those back on, (y/n),” Bucky whines.

You laugh, “Alright, alright. But I feel a slight BDSM vibe with this thing on.”

“Is that a good thing?” You can hear the amusement in his voice. It’s dripping with lust.

Slightly bewildered by his straightforwardness, you say, “Depends…”

Patiently waiting for Bucky to hurry the fuck up with whatever he was doing, you ask, “Were you throwing pebbles at my window since 3 p.m.?”

“Yeah, I wanted it to be a snack picnic, but you didn’t respond quick enough.”

“Oops,” you say. You felt bad that Bucky had been waiting since 3 p.m. to surprise you. “Sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You gave me time to set this up instead,” Bucky says happily. “Okay, you can take off the sex toy now,” Bucky jokes.

Unable to hold in a smile, you eagerly yank them off. And your heart fucking leaves your body and launches itself into space. He’s set up a picturesque picinic: the checkered blanket, candles, the wicker basket, wine, sandwiches, the whole package. You feel yourself getting all emotional and shit.

“Oh my god, Bucky! You really shouldn’t have,” you say gently. “You were getting this ready since this morning?”

“No problem, and yes, I was out on the hunt for all this,” he says proudly, pointing at the set up. Then he mumbled something.

“Sorry, what was that?” you ask.


“Anything for my best girl,” he whispers bashfully. Did the Winter Soldier just call you his best girl? Okay. You’re done for.


“Oh? Since when was I your best girl?” you tease.


“Since I first saw you,” he confesses.

Shit. That was months ago. How could you have been so oblivious? And you call yourself a spy assassin. Thinking back on it, you recognized all the little things that Bucky had done or said that showed his feelings for you. All this time, you just thought he was being the gentleman he used to be in the 40s.

You looked into his eyes, lit up with joy and excitement. 

“You know how to make a girl melt, you know that?” Before letting him reply, you lean forward and pressed your lips onto his. But only for a second. You wanted to leave him with lust and longing. It worked.

Little did you two know that Sam and Steve were watching you two eat and chat. And Sam was getting all squeal-y with excitement.

“It’s not going to happen tonight Sam. Don’t hold your breathe,” Steve says confidently. That confidence faded when they saw you two kiss.

“HA. Would ya look at that? Cap,” Wilson put out his hand. Grumbling, Steve pulled out a twenty and reluctantly handed it to him.

Laughing like a mad man, he rubbed the bill villanously. “THANK YOU TERMINATOR.”

“What’re you thanking me for?” Bucky asks as you walk in, hand in hand.

“Don’t worry ‘bout big guy,” Sam winks, practically skipping away.

“They bet on you,” Nat mentions casually as she strolls by. 

“WILSON,” you yell after him.

When Trick-or-Treating goes wrong

(Read on Ao3)

Summary : Marinette and Alya are planning their Halloween sleepover and the boys want to tag along.
Everything is all fun and games until Hawkmoth decides he wants in…

This is my very first fanfiction for the ML Fandom and also the first time I ever write a story in English! I hope you’ll enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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What’s Love? || Hansol || Pt. 7

Pt. 1 // Pt. 2 // Pt. 3 // Pt. 4 // Pt. 5 // Pt. 6 // Pt. 7 // Pt. 8 // Final 

Word Count: 2164

Genre: fluff, romance, comedy, casual writing

Summary: You and Chwe Hansol never had good impressions on each other. Hansol always thought of you as a witch when you two were children and you thought that he was a devil sent from Hell to make your life miserable. Now that you were older, this childish rivalry hasn’t vanished but Hansol might be developing some feelings stronger than hate.

“Good morning!” You jolted awake, bumping the top of your head to Hansol’s jaw. Hansol moved away almost instinctively and stood up, stretching. You looked to the left where the tent started to unzip and Seungkwan stuck his head out, “Oh? You guys are already awake?”

“I woke up to pee,” Hansol mumbled.

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I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening… This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song on that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite.
—  The Perks of Being a Wallflower
The Owl and the Snow (Part 1)

      It was cold. That was his first thought as he drifted on the verge of sleep and wake. His feet were sweating through his thick fluffy socks but cold nipped at his nose and ears. He silently cursed the cold Canadian weather and slid out from under his thick blankets. He wished he hadn’t kept the windows open, there was frost hedging the glass and small clumps of snow were stuck to the screen. He tapped the top of the screen and watched the small flakes tumble to the windowsill. There was a thick blanket of snow in the yard, untouched other than a few small prints from birds. A small smile graced his features as he watched the still slumbering neighborhood. A few strands of hair fell into his vision, knocking him out of his trance. Glancing at the clock, he squinted, trying to get his eyes to focus on the number displayed in a glaring red. He sighed in relief as he finally read the digital clock: 9 am. He still had plenty of time to record and edit a video for his fans. A realization struck him rather suddenly, he needed someone to record with.

     After about a half an hour of failed attempts to record with friends he was left with few options. One option struck his fancy, his best friend Delirious. Evan hovered the mouse over the call button. He briefly wondered if his mysterious friend would be awake this early seeing as during one recording session he joined at 9 pm. It was 9 am in North Carolina as well and if he was awake, which was unlikely, he would probably be busy. Evan ran a hand through his messy faux hawk and leaned back in his chair. Sliding his phone out of his pocket, he searched for a certain contact. He briefly hesitated before typing.

     Hey Luke! You up? I think it’s 9 am there as well… sorry if Im waking you up. Do you know if Jonathan is up? I’m not sure if he would be up this early. I know you’d probably be up and you live near him… tell me if hes up, yeah? He read the text out loud to himself before sending it.

     “And now we play the waiting game.” Evan muttered to himself. Just as he finished his sentence Luke texted him back.

Luke: Hey dude! Yeah, Im up. Jonathan isnt tho, he had a rough night ;) He should be up in a bit tho, yall plannin on recording?

Evan: Yeah, whats with the winky face? Is he okay?

Luke: Hes fine. Went to the bar last night and got drunk off his ass

Evan: Ah, tell him to skype me when he wakes up, i have some ideas for a vid

Luke: Sure, ya comin to the con theyre holdin here? ;)

Evan: Dunno yet, stop using that fuckin winky face

Luke: Nah, hope ya come dude. I know the gang will be happy to see ya

     Evan smiled softly at the glimmer of hope that it may be Ryan, Smitty, or Jonathan… it was a small hope but one he grasped onto nonetheless. The three of them seemed to be getting more comfortable with the idea of showing their faces. In fact, Craig knew what Smitty looked like, Luke knew what Jonathan looked like, and Ryan was posting pictures and videos of his hands and his dog Buddy. Jonathan seemed the least likely of the three but he was still making progress. He jumped slightly at the far too loud Skype notification. Silently cursing himself for being startled so easily, he answered the call while sliding his headset on.

     “Hi, Evan…” murmured a groggy Jonathan from the other line. Evan could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat at hearing Jonathan’s sleep heavy, rumbling voice mumble his real name. ‘Uh… you there?” Jonathan mumbled and scratching sounds emitted from the headset as he tapped his mic. Evan let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

     “Yeah! I’m here. Sorry, I got distracted.” Evan lied and closed his eyes, imagining what his friend looked like and how their meeting would go for what must have been the thousandth time.

     “Oh, cool. Sorry for being late. I forgot we were going to record and I got a little too drunk last night. I had some… things I had to take care of first.” Jonathan slurred sleepily and Evan could hear him ushering something out of the room, his voice growing quieter for a moment and a door clicking shut.

     “It’s fine! I figured you were up to something so I didn’t bother calling you. Plus, it meant I got to be mesmerized by early morning light glistening off of fresh clean snow… jesus, that got unnecessarily poetic, sorry. You would love it though, you should come visit me in Toronto sometime! When you want to of course! When you feel comfortable showing your face! No rush!” Evan had begun to panic and hoped he wasn’t pushing his friend. Jonathan let out a rumbling laugh and Evan was calmed almost instantly. He was using his good mic and the asian silently thanked god, any god, for blessing him.

     “Maybe someday. I don’t know if I could leave my baby here. Sure, Luke could take care of her but she’ll miss me…” Jonathan trailed off into thought, almost speaking too quietly for the shocked man to hear.

     “Your baby?” Evan asked in a startled and confused tone of voice, “what baby? An actual human baby? A child?” He was starting to get worried there was something Jonathan wasn’t telling him. He knew the man liked his privacy but damn! Jonathan started laughing fully, wheezing slightly, and Evan couldn’t help but laugh at the man’s maniacal giggling.

     “No, of course not!” Jonathan started when he could breath again, “she’s a pitbull! Her name’s Isla and she’s a huge sweetheart. I got her from the pound. They had just gotten her from a dog fighting place, luckily they got her young enough that she hadn’t been trained into aggression yet! She had a broken leg but it healed pretty well. She only limps slightly. She’s gorgeous! She has a short and stocky little body that makes me waddle. She has striking blue eyes that are lighter blue than Wildcat’s! It stands out against her dark gray pelt. She’s super muscular and has cute floppy ears and a long tail. They didn’t dock her for some reason… Did you know the reason dogs have docked ears and tails is so they don’t get stepped on and crushed by cattle! I’m glad I got to the pound when I did because she was about to be put down! She looked so happy when I pet her. She’s so precious and cute! She is so damn cute!” Jonathan took in a deep breath and panted a bit after rambling for so long. Evan laughed and decided to cut him off before he passed out.

     “Alright, I get it. You have a deep and burning passion for pitbulls and Isla,” Evan laughed again and turned his webcam on, smiling brightly, “Where did you get that name?” He combed his fingers through his messy black faux hawk and suddenly wished he had a dog. It seemed like all his friends had dogs. Lui and David with Joe. Tyler has Kino, Archie, and Chief. Ryan has the adored Buddy. His kinda friend Chilled had Rex. It seemed about time to get a dog. Evan laughed softly and looked up at his webcam. Jonathan was being oddly quiet. “Do you think I should get a dog?” he asked softly, trying to get the conversation going again.

     “Hm? Oh! Yeah, yeah.” Jonathan mumbled in reply, seeming to be very distracted. Evan huffed. This was going nowhere. Might as well record and change the subject.

     “Alright! We should start recording. I think it’s time to break out Batcoon and Night Owl!” Evan shouted as Canadian-ly as he muster, trying to gain his friend’s attention again. “Brock said he might join us but Lui is busy with David being mopey about Joe being sick and having a hard time getting inspired for a song. He’s trying to get David to stop being a mopey dick and pay for the medical bills for Joe. It’d be better if only Brock joins us and joins late. What with the running gag of EarlyBird being late all the time.” Evan finished, smiling.

     “Sure! Sounds fun! What are we going to do? Glitch into the comedy club? Fail a heist? Get drunk in your apartment? Glitch the absolute fuck out of the game? Make a car horn song? Blow up the military base? Fail to steal a jet?” Jonathan rattled off a list of a few things they’ve done in the past, causing Evan to burst into laughter.

     “Relax! I’ll tell you when we get into the game.” Evan told his giddy friend and turned off his webcam. He could have sworn that Jonathan sighed sadly but he shrugged it off as his imagination.


That’s all for now folks! I wrote this for school… in my English journal and typed it out because… it’s kinda well written? I edited it a bit of course… not much though. Hope yall like it! I need some inspo for what they should do in GTA V so give me some SCHOOL APPROPRIATE ideas??? Don’t be offended if I reject your idea. It’s either because a) it made me uncomfortable b) I wouldn’t know how to write that c) my teacher would hate me or it’d get me in trouble 


Things Left Undone

Being a fan of the team that loses the World Series feels like attending a great month long party and then going straight to a funeral.

The Mets had a great season that came up short. I’m disappointed with the outcome but that doesn’t take anything away from the amazing and improbable that the run that the Mets were on from July 31st through October.

The Mets postseason run gave me a chance to do something I’ve always dreamed of, seeing them play a World Series game in person.  On October 31, I flew to NY and then went straight from the airport to Citi Field.

I entered the stadium in time to have a the place as close to myself as I’ll ever have.

I was there to take in the place and the fact that I was realizing something I had been dreaming about for 30 years. I was also there to find a small bit of closure. If you know me, you know that I regret never getting to see a game at Citi Field with my father before he passed away. In fact, he never got there at all because he passed away shortly after the Mets concluded their first season in the place.

I flew to New York with nothing but my phone, a ticket to the game and a prayer card that I’ve kept around my house for the last six years.

My plan was to get close enough to drop the card onto the field before the game but I wasn’t able to make it close enough. Since I only had a standing room ticket and I needed to focus on finding the best viewing location before the game began. After finding a spot I revised my plan to leave the card on a seat after the game ended.

The game started and it was great. Seeing the Mets in the World Series was as much fun as I hoped it would be. The fact that the Mets lost the game (and the series one game later) doesn’t even matter. Sometimes the outcome is secondary to the journey.

Thanks to some people inexplicably leaving early I was able to get a seat for the last inning. After the game ended I pulled the card out of my pocket but I just couldn’t leave it behind to be swept up and thrown away.

After the game I met some friends and family at The Neptune Diner in Astoria.

After 3 hours of late night breakfast, cake and 10 cups of coffee it was time for me to get back to the airport so I could get back to LA. From the platform of the N Train I looked out at the Triborough RFK Bridge. I hadn’t realized I was so close to a bridge my father had worked on years earlier. My jittery hands took a picture of piece of my father’s life before the train pulled away. I still had the prayer card in my pocket and no regrets about the Mets. 

The 2015 baseball season is only 5 months away. Let’s Go Mets.