i remember when no one knew who he was and look at him now

Three’s Company (Part 1): His Sister’s Keeper

Title:  Three’s Company: His Sister’s Keeper

Author:  Mimi @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  After breaking up with your fiance, you’re forced to move in with your twin brother, Bucky, and his best friend and roommate, Steve. Living with your brother is one thing. Living with the man you’ve harbored a crush on for the majority of your life is another. What could possibly go wrong?

Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Female Reader (Y/N Barnes), Brock Rumlow (mentioned)

Word Count:  1687

Rating: PG-13

Warnings:  some angst, bad break-up, mentions of cheating.

Author’s Notes:  This is my first Marvel AU and series. I write SPN on @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog. I drew inspiration from the television show “Three’s Company,”  the movie “What’s Your Number?” and a bunch of other things. Thank you to the amazing @mamapeterson and @climbthatmooselikeatree for helping me - beta work, bouncing ideas off of them, and overall encouraging me.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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Quiver: Part Three

Part One // Part Two


You were hired on a new team Tony Stark put together as the Tech support. However, you weren’t expecting to crush on none other than Bucky Barnes.


Angsty, but the SMUT I have planned for this is gonna be SO GOOD. (wrote the outline for it, and honestly its the hottest I’ve done like fuck.) If this gets to 300, or if there is a large demand for it I’ll continue! Hope you enjoy and FEEDBACK! I love it!!! I promise. It helps me as a writer.

Word Count: 2,619

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“Buried” (Chapter Six)

The guys find out who is behind this whole mess, and get ahold of Bucky. They spend an entire day together hiking through the jungle and it’s just as snarky as you think it will be. Little bit longer chapter this time, pushing 3300 words.  Let me know if you figure out what is the significance of Bucky/Steves code names/ numbers! Excited to hear what you guys think!

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Tony popped awake just as Steve was reaching out to shake him and there was an entirely too awkward moment where they just looked at each other with wide eyes.

Steve’s were just as blue as they had ever been, striking against his darker hair, and Tony thought for a moment that maybe he preferred it to the golden blonde of before. And the beard was a winner. He had always loved Steve’s smile and that clear skin but he wasn’t complaining about the beard. Not at all.

Plus the beard sort of went with how big Steve had gotten, all broad shoulders and ridiculous pecs, and thighs that made Tony want to–

Oh shit I’m staring.

Steve’s lips had curled in an amused smile as Tony was fairly obviously checking him out, and Tony finally broke the stare, looking down at Steve’s out reached hand and then standing by himself, brushing the dirt as best as he could off his pants. “You let me sleep longer than ten minutes.” He said dryly, happy to pretend that he had not been ready to start drooling over the soldier.

Steve rolled his eyes before he could help himself. “Brilliant, Tony. Very observant.”

Tony bristled a little but tried to swallow down his annoyance “Why, though? We needed to get to the river.”

“Because you needed it.” Steve said honestly. “You look tired. More tired than you should for being on vacation. I just wanted to make sure you were as rested as you could be before… before we attempt whatever it is we are attempting.”

“Yes will, I did run for my life from a helicopter yesterday. I think I’m allowed to look tired, thank you.”

“More tired than that.” Steve lifted his pack. “I mean you look like you’ve been tired for months. When was the last time you slept? I could pack things in the bags under your eyes.”

“There’s that Rogers charm.” Tony snorted. “Thanks for the compliments. Let’s just go.”

“Not gonna tell me why you’re tired?”

“I feel like it’s not your business.”

“That’s fair.” Steve took a deep breath and pointed south. “River should be no more than a few clicks that way. I ended up leaving my GPS when I grabbed my pack so I’m not entirely sure about an exact distance. Good thing is, it’s a giant river so we will definitely run right into it at some point, and can follow the current until we hit a village.”

“Lean on, fearless Captain.” Tony re-tied his boot and nodded. “Let’s find some water.”

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Trading T-Shirts

After an unexpected one night stand, Betty isn’t really sure how to return a certain person’s shirt.

Based on @bettybettycooper‘s post about her predicament. She agreed that it was like something out of a college au and I just couldn’t help myself once the idea stuck!

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If Betty could have described the sensation emanating from the inside of her skull at that moment it would’ve been somewhere between a dull throb and an uncomfortably persistent humming. It wasn’t what she would consider a full blown hangover but she could already tell, even with only the light filtering through her closed eyelids, that opening her eyes was not going to be a perfectly pleasant experience.

She groaned quietly, burrowing further into the warmth of the sheets surrounding her. Luckily, Betty had never been a particularly heavy drinker; she was well aware of her limits and was loathe to exceed them. Wanting to remain in control of your facets at all times came with the territory when you had been dealing with anxiety for your entire life, and this was merely an extension of those well-practiced habits for Betty. Unfortunately, that also meant that when someone – Veronica, her brain supplied haughtily – managed to sneak a few extra unsavoury cocktails past your normally impenetrable barriers you definitely felt it.  

Betty was already planning a few choice words for her roommate when she got back from her early class later.

It was just as she was mustering up the courage to swing her legs out from beneath the cosy comforter and finally greet the day that two things happened simultaneously. Firstly, her final ditch attempt at soaking up some of the softness from her pillow by burying her nose in the down alerted her senses to the fact that the citrus and sandalwood scent she could smell wasn’t the usual lavender of her sleep-easy fabric softener. And secondly, something moved next to her.

Betty’s eyes flew open, all thoughts of her early onset headache vanishing immediately. There was someone in her room, and not only that but that someone was in her bed. At least, she thought so until she noticed the pillowcase beneath her head was navy blue instead of white with purple daisies. What the–

The someone shuffled again, letting out a soft hum that got lost to the sound of cotton on cotton rustling about the air, then everything was silent once again. Betty held her breath, not daring to contribute anything to making a noise while she gingerly turned over in the bed – clearly, not her bed, she’d come to determine – and peered over to her left, lower lip drawn anxiously between her teeth.

She was met with a smooth expanse of olive toned skin, leading up to a mess of dark waves that Betty had resurfacing memories of; more specifically, she was starting to remember what it felt like to run her hands through it while another pair of hands explored the length of her thighs…

Her eyes clenched shut as she swallowed thickly, embarrassment running through her body, and leaving a white hot trail in its wake that made it all the way down to the tips of her toes. She didn’t do this kind of thing! Oh god, what would her mother think? Not that she had any immediate plans for telling her mom of such events, but still, she couldn’t help but think it. A few weeks in and she was already a college cliché. Betty Cooper did not have one night stands with random strangers when she’d had too much to drink. In fact, it was one of the reasons why she didn’t have too much to drink. There was no way in hell she was going to be able to navigate her way out of this situation gracefully, already resigned to the fact that she was going to make an utter fool of herself in front of her ‘hook up’.

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Being Harry Styles’ assistant might’ve been tough, but it was just as rewarding. An advantage: being able to go to all the red-carpet events. Being able to walk into a high-end store and not getting looks as if you didn’t belong there because everyone knew you worked for Harry. Everyone respected you much more, which wasn’t easy in most of the industries. Sure, you might’ve been living off four hours of sleep a night and a gallon of coffee every day to keep up with his hectic life, and you pretty much barely had any time to sit down and relax, but still! The job was great and your pay cheque was even better. (You weren’t solely doing it for the money because you could honestly say you loved Harry to death, but the fantasy of being able to move out of your dinky little apartment one day becoming a reality was definitely a motivation.) 

Being Harry Styles’ assistant might’ve been tough, but being his assistant while having a huge crush on him was even tougher. As dramatic as it sounded, it absolutely devastated you when he was seen skipping around town with some tall, blonde, leggy Victoria’s Secret model. (He claimed he didn’t have a type, but he definitely had a type.) Having to send the girl off with a care basket after her frisky night spent with Harry just felt like he was rubbing salt deeper into your wound. It wasn’t fair, that was all. You had been working with him since the Take Me Home tour, and for him to not notice you at all in the five-ish years that you had been together wasn’t a great feeling. Now that you were working for him and seeing him 24/7, he still didn’t notice you and didn’t see you in that way. Going out on a date and having Harry see you in a romantic light was merely an impossible dream! One time, he told you that you were a wonderful friend and he was glad that you were ‘like, one of the lads, y’know? I like tha’ about you’. 

So, imagine your surprise when Harry asked you out to dinner. It turns out you had been completely oblivious this whole time to Harry’s feelings because according to literally everyone else on the planet it was pretty clear he was completely smitten with you. You were just the only one who hadn’t realized it. 

“Wha… What?” You felt like your heart had stopped beating for a proper minute when the question slipped out from his mouth in the middle of your guys’ conversation. You were talking about how you were planning to binge watch documentaries on National Geographic for the night because you didn’t have anything better to do, and Harry just casually… asked you out? 

“Dinner. I’d like t’ take you out for dinner, Y/N.” Harry smiled softly, tilting his head slightly as he tried to pick apart what exactly your reaction meant. You couldn’t help but look around the room, feeling as though there were hidden cameras somewhere. “I’m not pranking you, you silly goose.”  

“But… why?” It was clear you were still in a state of shock and unable to form a proper sentence because did Harry seriously just ask me out on a date? 

“Because I like you,” Harry replied simply, glancing over at his phone when it buzzed. He reached over and locked it, focusing all his attention on you. “I think you’re sweet, funny, talented, and awfully cute. I figured I had to snatch you up before someone else did.” Oh. Oh.  

“Oh.” You cleared your throat, feeling your cheeks heat up slightly. Unsurprisingly, it was very hard trying to contain your screams of excitement at the fact that Harry had been interested in you this entire time. You had to play it cool, though. Now that you knew Harry liked you, you had to act like you had your emotions under control, which wasn’t the case at all. I’m cool. I’m as cool as a cucumber. 

“I’ll pick you up at eight tonight, yeah?” Remember, Y/N. Stay cool. 

“Eight… is a great time to pick me up.” Your fingers seemed to automatically form into guns when you made the unintentional rhyme, Harry’s lips twitching as he tried to contain a laugh. “But, like, I’m cool with whatever time. I’m super chill like that.” You shrugged casually, getting up from your seat and nearly knocking the chair over. Jesus Christ. 

“Eight it is.” Harry beamed, watching as you collected your things and zipped up your backpack. (You were actually running late for an outfit pickup but you couldn’t care less at this point.) “Do you like French?” 

“I like anything! Hon hon baguette and omelette du fromage and all that.” Oh my god. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle to himself, rolling his eyes playfully. Your awkwardness was too darn endearing and was definitely one of the reasons why he liked you so much. 

“Alright. Au revoir, mon amour.” Oh, god. What did he say? What’s a mon amour?? Since when did Harry speak French? Your brain was now in a mild panic mode, and you blurted out the first relatively French-sounding words you could remember from your high school classes. 

“…Ç'est la vie, señor.” 

Close enough. 


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cocoa-and-rum  asked:

CS + post office AU

:D So umm, EF version of this prompt? 

In which Emma works at a post office in the little seaside town of Storybrooke and a certain pirate has begun to frequent the town and its post office far more than is normal.

“Emma! Your boyfriend is here!”

Her breath catches in her chest as Elsa’s voice floats up the stairs. Her body going still, she wonders if maybe she is quiet enough, Elsa will think her gone and then she won’t have to–

“Emma, I know you’re there! I’m off to the tavern for my break, come down and take care of the customers will you?”

Elsa’s voice falls away, the sound of a door opening and closing following her sentence. Emma lets out a groan, her forehead hitting her open book on the top of her desk.

“Come now love, promise I won’t bite!”

She curses under her breath, pushing her book away before standing up and finally making her way downstairs. As soon as her door opens, the sound of a dozen squawking birds fills her ears. 

Emma has been living in the little room above the post office in this little town by the sea for the last few years. Not the most glamorous of places for someone like her. An orphan with a skittish heart, she has always been afraid to lay roots down. Ready to run, ready to leave at the slightest possibility of hurt to her poorly bandaged heart. But, there was something different about Storybrooke. Something different about Elsa and Granny and Snow and David and all the people she had grown to know during her time here. Something safe, something easy, something that had begun to feel like home. 

And so, she had stayed.

(And it had nothing at all to do with him)

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College!au: Part39/?

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 9.5 - Part 10 - Part 10.5 - Part 11 - Part 12 - Part 13 - Part 14 - Part 15 - Part 16 - Part 16.5 - Part 17 - Part 18 - Part 19 - Part 20 - Part 21 - Part 22 - Part 23 - Part 24 - Part 25 - Part 26 - Part 27 - Part 28 - Part 29 - Part 30 - Part 31 - Part 32 - Part 33 - Part 34 - Part 35 - Part 35.5 - Part 36 - Part 37 - Part 37.5 - Part 38 - Part 39

Your surprise for jimin is finally revealed and…lived.

Word Count: 2860

You were stood around a table, with all the things you had collected spread out in front of you. Yoongi was on your left and Taehyung was on your right. You looked at the items and then at the boys. “Hey Tae, why don’t you do it instead?” His soft chuckle vibrated against your eardrums, your eyes never left the items that lay on the table but you could feel the soft pitiful smiles that were directed towards you. “You can do this Y/N. It’s not like he’s going to reject you.” Yoongi’s words seemed to echo, he was right. Jimin wasn’t going to say no. But that didn’t mean he was going to like the surprise you had planned for him. Hell, did you even like it? You watch as Yoongi put the correct items into their designated bags. You didn’t realise how frantic your breathing was until you felt Taehyung’s hand on the small of your back. “What if he hates it all? What if he suddenly realised how lame I am and hates me forever?”

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Time Stands Still Ch. 7: The White Wolf

So I was feeling really bummed with no GoT to watch (since yesterday was Sunday) and I just decided to write, write, write.  It’s a longer chapter where some of the earlier plot lines (Gendry and Jaime) start to come together, there’s also lots of smut and fluff.  


Summary:  A night of steamy passion for Jon & Dany. Jaime has woken the dragon in Jon and they have a confrontation. Fresh from laying into the Kingslayer, Jon pays a visit to Gendry. The baby moves for the first time! An unconventional coupling for Jon and Dany ends the chapter on a smutty high note.

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Alec Lightwood Appreciation Weeks - Malec

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Padding over to the kitchen island to grab a tea bag from the metal canister, Alec sighed contentedly.

It was raining outside in thick sheets that resulted in very low visibility, and it was loud as it pounded against the windows of the loft. There was the occasional crack of thunder that punctuated the white noise of the rainfall. He had always loved thunderstorms, finding a kind of peace in it somehow.

He moved towards the cabinet to grab a clean mug, and upon opening the door, found one pushed to the forefront with a post-it note stuck to it. Carefully extracting it, Alec pulled off the note and immediately recognized Magnus’ sweeping script. Choose me! it read, followed by a small scribbled heart.

Alec smiled, warmth blooming in his chest, and poured the hot water from the kettle into it. He dropped the tea bag in after it then carefully carried it back to the couch where he had created a crease in the cushions that would mold to his body perfectly when he sat back down. He even had the throw pillows arranged just so with a blanket tucked in.

It was rare that he ever had time to do something as indulgent as this. Even before being appointed head of the Institute, he’d always been restricted to duty first. And that inevitably spiraled into very little, if any, time for himself. He’d done his best to shield his siblings from the same constraints, and he felt no shame in believing he had succeeded. However, on his end, learning how to enjoy time to himself was an obstacle he had been unprepared to face. It was a recent development that he was able to go extended periods of time without getting antsy and uptight at not being productive.

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[ Therapy ] • 2

Therapist!Negan x Reader

A/N: So this a continuation of the Therapy piece that I did for a challenge. I think there will be one more part after this. I had a super long day, so when I re-read this I was doubting myself a lot so rather than delete & rewrite I’m just gonna post it. I have nooo idea what’s going to happen in part 3 - ideas are always welcome! - forgive me, my brain hurts right now. Hope you enjoy it lovelies! I appreciate all your reblogs/comments/likes!

Tags: SMUT - TW: attempted sexual assault, suicide, inappropriate doctor/patient relationship 

|| Masterlist || Part 1 || 

Originally posted by holyjeffreydeanmorgan


Tick, tock, tick, tock….

You felt as though the pendulum was knocking against each side of your skull. You rubbed your temples together trying to shake off the growing headache creeping up from the back of your neck. The stress from your awful morning passed into your evening, and you couldn’t bring yourself to maintain a proper conversation since your mind had other pressing matters that were distracting you.  

You have been continuing your therapy with Negan. Each session would start the same, with the two of you silently studying one another for a few minutes until someone finally broke the ice.

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What A Girl Wants: Stone Cold (Negan Ending)

Pairing: Past!Daryl x Reader; Negan x Reader

Word Count: 2770

Warnings: Angst, sad Daryl, implied smut, cursing, fluff

Notes: The final part of the series, the Negan ending as promised. I hope you guys like it! And remember, I never promised it would be a happy ending… ;) xox ♥

Song Used: Stone Cold by Demi Lovato

Final Part of the What A Girl Wants series.

“I love you,” Daryl repeated, pushing the locket into her hand and curling her fingers around it. “And I’m hopin’ you still love me enough to see sense. If we meant and mean anythin’ to you, you’ll let me keep you safe.”

“Daryl,” she sobbed, resting her forehead against his as she squeezed her hand around the locket, wrestling against the turmoil inside her.

“Fuck this shit,” Negan growled, lifting the bat high over his shoulder as he charged at Daryl…

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TITLE OF STORY: Exceptions to the Rules
AUTHOR: teacuphiddlesfics & cheers-mrhiddleston
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: Twin AU - Jag!Tom & Exec!Tom
GENRE: Angst/Drama
FIC SUMMARY: A year after the events of What’s Yours is Mine, identical twins Thomas and William Hiddleston have fully acclimated to each other’s lives, including sharing a bit of happiness in the shape of a woman: their employee, Amanda Tremaine. But when Amanda begins to run out of hope that Thomas could ever be fully invested in a relationship with her, she turns elsewhere, leaving Thomas with feelings that he cannot fully describe. Her new relationship brings out unforeseen circumstances that the twins can’t ignore, leading all three of them down a path that will test each of them in their own way.
WARNINGS: Language, suggestive content.
AUTHOR NOTE: This is a collaboration between myself and @teacuphiddlesfics and the sequel to What’s Yours is Mine. We’ll be alternating writing the chapters again, so make sure you’re following Christine if you aren’t already and stay up to date with the entire twins universe here.

Amanda was out of red wine, a fact she had discovered when, after waking from some sort of late-evening nap, her bottle of trusty merlot had refused to yield anymore to her empty glass.

It was cold, so cold even under her heavy cardigan and quilt on her sofa. She should have just gone back to bed, maybe slipped in one more episode on Netflix, just to keep from being awake and thinking for longer than she wanted.

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Long Night Part 2 - Halo

Originally posted by stallingdemons

Summary: Two days after Peter finds his past love in his literature class, there’s an eventful class period. Based very loosely off the song Halo by Lewis WatsonPart 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: light anxiety attack, angst? emotional pain? swearing? round 2 

Length: 2.3k 

Announcement: The light panic attack is based off my anxiety so yeah its not the same for everyone and as always mental illness should be taken seriously, and not romanticized. Also if you want to be tagged in either this or all my upcoming fics just shoot me an ask or message! Also sorry this is late, I’m trying my best and i still am nervous about my work. Tag List @nedslaptop

The second you walk into your literature class for the second time your eyes scan to the back of the room looking for lazily gelled curls and an oversized hoodie. Class starts in ten minutes and Peter is never late, late for him is 5 minutes early so where is he? You pull out a chair four seats down from where he had sat the first day, trying not to be too obvious but to send a message that you still cared. If Peter actually picked up on it was another story, throughout your whole relationship you noticed he was a bit too distracted to notice small hints or flirtations. 

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Snowed under by your love - Chapter 4.

Okay so this one came by pretty quickly to me but am not sure if the next one will come out at the same pace. Thank you all for all the love and encouragement you’ve been showering me with. It’s the reason why I keep writing. 

My jonsa soul sister @kitten1618x who is my alpha and beta is truly meticulous and thorough in her editing and I am not happy with my writing until she is. So thank you very much, Love!!

Special mention to @becky217 for the prompt response and feedback. @fedonciadale @accuritefish @littledove @mommyandherblog @icequeen28 @hopepeaceandblackgirlmagic @geekprincess26 @lanamv96 @vervainqueen7 @annarosym @treehillraven23-blog @iqqsgonnabeokay @broadwaysprincess @trinuviel @justbrie @castalya @jami-elite @sestamibi-baby @cute-poison20102014 @hyojung12 @sweatysnow @vale110391 @tamica76 @longlivetheyoungwolf @teddyduchess @riahchan @bethnoel @amnex @twilight-sparx @nina2406 @nat111love @eternallyvain @tayanassayag @ronarch2671 @yol101 @unimportantpoetry @myownblueworld @graceverse @m-s-21 @vitvill98 @sansajons @poprox012-blog @devonmorgan1 @redwolf1283 @strangebirds1202 @ralphy246 @littlebird-whitewolf Thank you all for the replies, comments, likes and reblogs..

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Sansa let the warm water run down her hair, in the shower.  Today had been the toughest day of her life and, she was physically, mentally and emotionally drained out of every single ounce of energy. Can one really outrun destiny? I guess not, she thought. Karma was a bitch and it did come to bite you in the ass. She’d known when she had made the decision of raising Lyanna alone that if the day ever came that Jon Snow found out about his daughter, both their lives would be irreversibly changed. She had panicked when Jon told her about dragging her to the court about Lyanna. Her mind had painted before her, a thousand scenarios of Lyanna standing in a witness box, Lyanna being interviewed by strangers and so many other scary situations for her little baby that she’d forgotten that Jon COULDN’T BE SURE that Lyanna was his. And she had slipped. She had given him the conformation, he was looking for. She’d told him Lyanna was his daughter, after almost five years of keeping the fact hidden from him. And Jon had reacted exactly like she had expected him to react. In fact, knowing Jon Snow, it could’ve been far worse.

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I Don’t Think Jacob’s Captors Let Him Go By Accident

by reddit user nowwegotcha

Jacob became one popular dude during my sophomore year of high school, two years ago. In the middle of the year, he just showed up. His family had moved him away from their old home, but his reputation somehow got loose in the hallways.

At the age of twelve, Jacob had been kidnapped from his home in the middle of the night. His parents had been apparently drugged by an unknown person, and their son had been stolen. No one even called the police until the parents woke up. No witnesses, fingerprints, ransom notes, nothing.

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An Alpha!Bucky One-Shot

Character Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 5,109 (oops!)

Warnings: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT Smut! A/B/O Dynamics, fingering, sexual penetration, slight(?) impregnation kink, unprotected sex, a NSFW gif, some angst (blink and you miss it), language, dirty talk…

A/N: I make my own rules. 

 You smelt him before you saw him.

Your senses came alive when you saw him walk through the main entrance.


He exuded the title perfectly.

This isn’t the first time you had seen him at the museum but this was the closest you had ever gotten to him. He was at the ticket counter, smiling at Mandy as he presented his membership card. The leather jacket he had on moved like soft butter as he put the card in his wallet before it went back into the side pocket.  

Catching a whiff of his scent in the air, you wanted to melt to the floor. Sandalwood. It was earthy and it warmed your whole body.

You could make out his voice from where you were hiding in the gift shop. It was deep and raspy as he talked to Mandy. He took off his baseball hat and ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. He stuffed the hat into the back pocket of his jeans as he laughed at something Mandy had said.

Damn her. You were jealous.

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You know what I find really cool about Static Shock in Re-watch?

It’s the fact that he’s such a fanboy for Black heroes.

I remember the episode where he meets Anansi, and he blatantly states that it was nice to see a hero who looked like him doing good. Because there wasn’t a lot of them where he came from. 

Here’s the dialog:

Static to Anansi in “Static In Africa”

Virgil: I never knew how important it was to meet a role model like you.”

Anansi: “Role Model?”

Virgil: “Yeah, a Black superhero. I dunno, it validates me somehow.”

Anansi: “Heroes come in every color my friend.”

Virgil: “I know, it’s just sometimes I wish there was a Black superhero back home for folks to look up to.”

Anansi: “Oh but there is, and he is my hero too.”

Notice how Virgil said “Validates” 

I remember the episode where Static not only admitted to being a Green Lantern fan (which was Fallen Hero) but he also admitted that sometimes he pretends to be Green Lantern when no one was around (and this episode was called “Jump”)

And then there was “Blast From the Past” where he met Soul Power and gained a huge respect for a Black hero (and his sidekick) who came before him. 

I know we all say “Representation Matters” but Static Shock actually showed why it matters, and showed it through the eyes of a superhero less.

And Dwayne McDuffie didn’t bother to mince words, or downplay Virgil’s blackness, or his need for validation through positive representation, for the sake of “colorblindess.” And it’s so nice to see that, especially now when we we’re older and more consciously aware of racial issues. 

#eight year #angst #bed sharing

Prompts: @the-yellowsubmarine
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry woke up to a half-naked Draco Malfoy standing over his bed. At first he thought he was still dreaming until Malfoy called out to him:

“Potter. Potter, wake up.”

In Harry’s dreams, Malfoy always called him Harry.

“What the fuck, Malfoy?” Harry had been having a delightful dream in which Malfoy – although he was known to Harry as Draco in the dream – had confessed his affections to Harry and asked him to ride on a unicorn with him into space.

True – Harry was pleased to wake up to the real Malfoy’s naked chest. But it left him with an inconvenient problem beneath the sheets which he couldn’t really take care of with Malfoy staring down at him like that. Well, actually, that was another fantasy of his, but he expected in this situation, Malfoy would probably just punch him, rather than join in.

“I want to switch beds.” Malfoy said.

Harry frowned, looking over to Malfoy’s vacant four poster. The sheets were thrown wide, the pillow on the floor beside it. “Why?”

“There’s something wrong with that bed. I think it’s haunted.”

“You think the bed is haunted?” Harry repeated sceptically.

Malfoy crossed his arms over his (naked!) chest. “Yes.”

“And you want me to sleep in it?”

Malfoy shrugged. “Better you than me.”

“Absolutely not.” Harry rolled away from Malfoy. He was tired. And he wanted to finish his dream.

“So, you believe me that it’s haunted then?” Malfoy asked. A clear challenge.

“No,” Harry clarified into his pillow, “I just don’t see why I should have to be inconvenienced because of your paranoia.”

“You’re already awake, and I’m going to stand here until you agree.”

Harry knew he would too. Malfoy was persistent.

“Fine.” Harry jumped up and scrambled into the other bed. He retrieved the pillow from the floor, readjusted the sheets and settled in. Haunted or not, Harry could tell he was going to have a good sleep now. The bed smelt like Malfoy. That would complement Harry’s dreams nicely.

Sleep came quickly.

Harry was in the Department of Mysteries. At the end of one of the long corridors he saw it – a curtain. He knew Sirius was right behind the curtain. He glided forward. If he could just reach it – but a hand pulled him back. He turned around to find hundreds of inferi crawling towards him, the closest one with a grip on his arm that was tightening, bruising his skin, crushing the bone beneath. He tried to scream but all that came out was a hiss.

Harry was in Little Hangleton Graveyard. The tombstones were so large they towered over his head, the engravings with big wiry letterings spelling out the names of the dead. Lily Potter. James Potter. Cedric Diggory. Sirius Black. Albus Dumbledore. Hedwig. Dobby. Fred Weasley. Collin Creevey. Remus Lupin. Nymphadora Tonks. Severus Snape. And the last – the biggest tombstone of them all: Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior. Beneath it, the earth was shaking, the dirt crumbling away. The Dark Lord was returning.

Harry was in The Forbidden Forest. A high-pitched laughter rang in his ears. The sky flashed green. The trees were whispering, telling him to turn back, telling him to run. But his feet kept walking forward. The trees grew sparse. He was almost at the clearing. And when he reached it, he was going to die.

Harry woke up in a sweat, his heart beat threatening to rip the organ from his chest. He threw the sheets away, and tried to calm himself with deep breaths, but the scenes from his dreams – no, his nightmares – flashed in front of his eyes over and over again. Maybe Malfoy was right – maybe the bed really was haunted.

He pulled himself up, ignoring the heaviness of his head. As soon as he was off the bed, he felt instantly calmer. He could still remember the nightmares but they were no longer pining him down with their weight. No longer crawling under his skin. It was no wonder Malfoy wanted to swap beds.

Harry looked over to his own bed. Malfoy was fast asleep. It wasn’t fair that he got to have the unicorn space dreams (Harry could only presume) in Harry’s bed, while Harry had scary death nightmares in his. He walked over.

“Malfoy.” Harry prodded Malfoy’s side. “Malfoy.”

Malfoy grumbled as he slowly regained consciousness. “Stop it, Potter. I’m sleeping.”

“I want my bed back.”

“I thought you said it wasn’t haunted.”

“I was wrong,” Harry said stiffly. He didn’t much like admitting it, especially not to his ex-rival whom he currently had the hots for. 

Malfoy smiled, his eyes still closed. “Say that again.”

“I was wrong,” Harry repeated with a sigh. “Can I have my bed back now?”

“I’m not going back there.”

“Well, neither am I,” Harry retorted. He didn’t fancy another trip to the Forbidden Forest.

Malfoy rolled over to the edge of the bed, his back to Harry. “Get in then.”

Harry knew he had heard wrong. “Excuse me?”

“Just don’t hog the covers,” Malfoy continued, “and you better not drool in your sleep.”

Harry hesitated, looking back at Malfoy’s bed. He already knew he wouldn’t be going back there. Not tonight. He suspected someone had cursed it, and he was already planning his revenge for when he found out who, but for now, there wasn’t anything else to do but sleep. And he wasn’t going to get much on the floor.

Not to mention, the thought of sleeping with – well, sleeping next to – Malfoy was all kinds appealing. Scary, and awkward and embarrassing of course. But very appealing.

He climbed into the bed slowly, careful not to accidentally touch or jostle Malfoy in any way. He didn’t want to seem like he was taking advantage of the situation. He had no idea what Malfoy thought about it. Thought about him.

Harry managed to orient himself in bed so no part of his body was touching Malfoy’s. True - it left him almost falling off the side, but it was a minor discomfort. A necessity to keep a healthy, platonic space between him and Malfoy.

When he fell asleep, he was pleased to return to a journey of space travel with Draco on their magical unicorn.

But it was nothing compared to waking up the next morning with Malfoy, the real Malfoy, snuggled into his chest, an arm tightly clinging to his torso.

And that, in turn, was nothing compared to when Malfoy sniffled in his sleep and mumbled: “Hmmm, Harry.”

Perhaps he wouldn’t be seeking revenge on whoever cursed Malfoy’s bed after all. 

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Bruise [ III ]

Genre [Rating] : Angst [M]

Length: 9.1k

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Summary: He wasn’t yours, and you weren’t his, but that couldn’t stop your heart from believing otherwise.

Part One: x Part Two: x Part Four: x

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

The white cream swirled about in the dark coffee in front of you, your fingers clasped around the warm, pastel orange mug as the steam floated up in hazy waves. There were signs of life all around you, couples sharing intimate lunches and students laughing away their course work. The street outside the window in front of you was busy, bustling with people and lined with fall kissed trees, branches adorned in warm tones, rustling when a breeze blew. Despite the heat of life all around you, you felt cold, like your bones were made of ice, like your heart was encased in snow. The book across the table was pushed aside as Minseok sat back down, coffee in hand and round golden glasses perched on his nose as he exhaled heavily, ready to listen.

“Do you want to start or should I?”

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