i should have given him glasses

“Only Lies Have Detail”

Ready to have your mind blown? The Night Sherlock gets shot at CAM Tower, Sherlock has three people help him through his injury. 

First enters Molly, then Anderson,

Then Mycroft

Molly makes Sherlock question “Forward or Backward”

Anderson makes Sherlock question “One or Two?”

Mycroft nags him about being stupid, about him as a child, and about the East Wind that’s coming to kill him.

These are The Six Thatchers, The Lying Detective, and The Final Problem, in order. 

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anonymous asked:

Prompt where dan always has bottle pop candies and lollipops every day and teacher phil had the hots for him but loses it after Dan accidentally calls him teacher phil daddy then idk smut ensues

i like the idea of dan having a crush on his english teacher mr. lester and dan seducing phil into fucking him on his desk during free period? btw your account is so fucking amazing.

i changed phil’s age cause idk i wanted him to be younger 

warnings : daddy kink, degrading, sex obviously, and uh,, dan’s technically underage (but only by a month)

Phil felt like hitting his head against a fucking wall. 

He wasn’t just frustrated; he was humiliated. And it wasn’t supposed to be easy to humiliate Phil Lester. 

Phil glanced up, his eyes automatically going to the back of the classroom, where Dan was sitting. The boy was already looking at him, and their eyes met. Dan was smirking like he knew something Phil didn’t, and he winked. 

Don’t get him wrong: Phil wasn’t partial to having huge crushes on his students. He was a good teacher, he was one of those fossils that had been working at the school for years, and they had kept him around. Not to say that he was an actual fossil, either, he was only twenty eight. Which did not excuse his feelings, in his mind. 

It had started at the beginning of that year, when he had met his new classes. Everything was normal, until fifth period. 

And that boy just waltzed into his classroom, not having a single care in the world. 

Phil remembered it specifically. He had been wearing a bubble gum pink sweater and a white tie, and a matching skirt. The skirt cut off mid thigh, showing off much more than should be allowed (in Phil’s opinion, anyways). His hair had been curly and a bit messy, falling in his chocolate eyes. 

Phil remembered his first thought being that there was no way he passed the front office dressed like that. His second thought was that this boy was beautiful, and not in a delicate little baby way. Phil thought he was beautiful in an adult way; in the way that made Phil want to take him on dates to expensive restaurants and kiss him under a sky full of stars. 

That was, of course, until Dan opened his mouth. 

The first thing he did was walk straight up to Phil’s desk, hips swaying slightly as he walked, and lean against it. He had looked Phil up and down, much more like he was a potential fuck than a teacher, and smacked his gum. 

“You’re young,” was the first thing he said, his voice lilting and just the slightest bit bratty. 

Phil cleared his throat, pushing his glasses up on his nose. “I’m sorry?”

“Yeah.” Dan tilted his head at him. “You’re young for a teacher.”

Phil had frowned at him, not in a mean way, more like a question. 

“I guess so. Is that an issue?”

Dan had given him that grin, that evil smirk that he had grown to loathe, and shrugged. “Not at all, sir.” 

Phil hadn’t liked the way he had said that, like it meant much more than it should have. And if he had known, he would have kicked that boy in the pink skirt with beautiful eyes right out of his classroom. 

Ever since that point, things had only gotten worse. Phil discovered that Dan was a brat, a whiny, rich brat who always got his way. He always got what he wanted, and unfortunately, what he wanted was Phil. 

Phil came to hate fifth period, because it meant he had to see those eyes again.  And those lips, wrapped around a new candy. The second day of school, Dan had showed up with a pink lollypop stuck between his teeth. And Phil swore, it was like he hadn’t taken it out since. 

At first, Phil had protested. 

“I don’t know what other teachers have been saying,” he had said quietly, resting his hands on either side of Dan’s desk. “But you’re not allowed to have candy in here.” 

Dan had just raised an eyebrow, twirling his lollypop in his mouth and making a loud sucking noise. 

“But I want to,” he finally said, keeping the eye contact. He uncrossed his legs, (now Phil was sure, deliberately) spreading them apart. 

Phil had sighed. 

“Well, in the real world, you don’t always get what you want.”

Dan had pouted, sticking out his bottom lip. 

“Sucks for you.” 

Excuse me?” Phil had raised his eyebrows, practicing his authority. Dan had just giggled, ignoring him completely and instead rubbing his calf against Phil’s thigh. 

And over the next few months, Phil had been slipping more and more. He used to at least send Dan to the office, or write him up, but everyone seemed to love him. The principal himself had told him that whenever he saw him, Dan seemed like a lovely young man. And for a while, Phil couldn’t put his finger on why Dan only acted up in his class. 

That was until Dan’s boyfriend picked him up from class. 

He was almost taller than Phil, and he looked just about old enough to be in college (which made Phil self conscious, although he would never admit it). He wore biker clothing, the kind of stuff you put on to go to a street fight, and he had a tough yet attractive face. 

The first thing the guy did when he got there was pick Dan up, setting him down on Phil’s desk and fitting himself between his thighs. 

“Dan, get off my desk,” Phil had said in a monotone, not even looking up from his paperwork. 

Dan giggled, and Phil looked up only when he heard a sucking noise. The guy was sucking a fucking hickey on the side of Dan’s neck. 

Phil shook his head, standing up. “Get out of my classroom, Howell. I know for a fact you have History soon. Get moving.”

Dan turned to his boyfriend, smiling innocently but still not getting off of Phil’s desk. “You heard him, Bradley. Get out.”

“Meet me in the hall,” he said, his voice low, and glared at Phil. 

Once he was gone, Dan hopped off of his desk. 

“Wish he was you,” he whispered bluntly, and then sauntered away. Phil watched him carefully, seeing him take his lollypop out and toss it in the trash by the door. 

That night, Phil had gotten hardly any sleep. Wish he was you. Phil pondered the fact Dan had thrown away his lollypop the second he was out of the classroom, even though there was plenty candy left. He realized he had seen Dan opening one when he sat down, and throwing it away when he left. 

Then it hit him. Dan was teasing him. Testing him, seeing how far he could push him before he snapped. 

Phil fell asleep going over all the reasons he couldn’t just bend Dan over his desk and fuck him until he cried. 

And it didn’t stop there. It seemed like every day that Phil ignored him, denied him, Dan pushed harder. He would wear the shortest skirts he could find, and then pretend to drop something. He would rub against him, he would breathe down his neck while asking for help. It was all getting to be too much, Phil was cracking at the edges. He kept forgetting not to cuss, forgetting to hide the dark circles under his eyes, and Dan noticed. 

But now Dan had crossed the damn line. 

The class was taking a test, their English finals, and Phil couldn’t be happier to be getting Dan out of his class before he broke. But Dan had come prepared. 

He was wearing a lacy black skirt and a red t-shirt, one that might be slightly see through. And he was currently sitting in the back of the classroom, touching himself. 

He wasn’t full on jerking himself off, but Phil could see his hand under the desk, palming himself through what looked like panties. His thighs would tremble every now and then, and he would bite his lip, or let out a quiet whimper. 

No one else seemed to notice, too focused on their tests, but just the thought that someone could turn around any second and see what Dan was doing was making Phil sweat. 

He had to make this stop, or he was going to have a raging hard on, and then he didn’t think he would be able to stop from taking Dan right then and there. 

He slowly made his way back to Dan, his heart pounding like hell in his chest. He leaned over his desk, pleading his eyes not to wander. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He hissed, quiet enough that no one but Dan could hear, completely giving up on having any respect. 

“Nothing, sir,” Dan whispered back, choking out a quiet moan. Phil had to stop himself from covering his mouth with his hand. 

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” he growled, glaring at him. “Stop it right now, or I’ll make sure you get summer school.” 

Dan raised an eyebrow. “Summer school? With you? Doesn’t sound too bad to me.” 

Phil was at a loss. What in the world would make this boy shut the fuck up?

Dan moaned again, his voice breathy and desperate. 

“Fuck, daddy,” he blurted, his breath hitching. 

Phil stopped in his tracks, cursing under his breath. 

“Stay after class,” he hissed. “You’re getting what you fucking wanted.” 

Phil spun around, walking back to his desk before he could get any more aroused, and so that he wouldn’t see Dan’s smug grin. 

The rest of the class seemed to last for years, but Dan stopped touching himself, which let Phil calm down a little. When the bell finally rang, Phil was ruined. He was sweating, and he was still hard. 

“Okay, class dismissed,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady. “See you all tomorrow.” 

He caught Dan’s eyes, and the boy crossed his arms, staying where he was seated. 

As soon as the last student left and the door closed, Phil was standing. 

He was silent for a moment, the atmosphere tense, and Phil could practically feel the sexual frustration radiating off himself like an aura. 

“Come here,” he said finally, his voice low and firm. He was done playing Dan’s little games. 

Dan stood up, walking towards him and stopping at the desk. Phil glared at him. 

“Do you have a sixth period?”

Dan shook his head, smiling slightly. 

“Good.” The only reason Phil thought he could get away with this was because he didn’t have a class for another two periods.

He moved towards Dan before grabbing him by the hair in a sudden aggressive motion. Dan squeaked, but let Phil push him against the desk without resisting. 

Phil pushed his face against the surface, so his cheek was pressed against the wood. 

“You’re such a fucking slut,” he growled, letting his crotch rub up against Dan’s ass. He whined, but shut up quick when Phil pinched his side. “But you know that, don’t you?”

“Yes sir,” Dan got out, breathing heavily. “Please, sir.” 

“Please what, whore?” Phil tugged at his hair, pinning his wrists behind his back. 

“Please fuck me, daddy, need it, need your cock-” Phil cut him off by covering his mouth, turning him around and setting him on the desk. 

“I know,” he muttered, brushing his lips over Dan’s neck and feeling him shiver. “That’s what you’ve wanted this whole time, isn’t it? Say it.”

Dan whined, squirming under Phil’s touch. “Y-Yes, sir. This whole time, what I wanted, wanted your cock. Wanted your big cock inside me…”

Phil hummed against his throat, sucking a hickey just below his collarbone. He didn’t care, he didn’t want to think about consequences, he wanted Dan so fucking bad. 

He ran his hands under Dan’s shirt, over his stomach and up to his chest. He pinched one of his nipples, savoring Dan’s gasp. 

“Say it again, slut,” he breathed, nipping at Dan’s ear. 

“Fuck.” Dan cursed, wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist, anything to get as close as possible. “Need you, sir, need your cock inside me, please, so deep… fuck me so hard I c-can’t walk, make me forget my own name.” He gripped Phil’s shirt with both hands, as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “Please, Phil.”

Just those words were enough to get Phil ripping his shirt off, tossing it aside and unbuttoning his own. Dan whined needily, tugging at Phil’s zipper. 

Phil pushed his hand away, tutting and going back to kissing his neck, working on Dan’s skirt instead. He pulled it down the boys’s thighs, letting his fingertips brush in a teasing manner before digging his nails in. Dan yelped, clinging to his torso. 

Phil decided to stop teasing, he had waited long enough, and instead moved Dan so he was bent over the desk again, his ass in the air. Phil tugged at his panties, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. 

“You have such a pretty ass, baby boy.” Phil let his hands glide over Dan’s skin, hearing Dan’s breath catch. 

“Phil, please. Get on with it.”

Phil grunted, sucking on his own fingers. “Since you asked nicely.”

Without warning he pushed a finger into him, and Dan whimpered. After a moment he pushed back against the digit, wiggling his ass needily. 

Phil added another finger and scissored, and before he knew it, he was adding a third. Dan seemed already completely wrecked, Phil had to hold him down to keep him from squirming. 

“Please daddy,” he moaned, practically falling apart under him. “Fuck me.”

Phil didn’t answer, simply spit on his hand, stroking his cock to cover it, and then lined up with Dan’s pretty little hole. He gripped the boy’s shoulder with one hand, the other resting on his lower back.

“Ready?” he asked, already knowing the answer. 

“Yes-!” 

He pushed in almost to the hilt right away, and Dan cried out. Phil chuckled, pulling out a bit and giving Dan a moment to adjust before pushing in again. 

“Feel good, baby?” Phil asked, his voice low and rough. Dan let out a high pitched moan in response, nodding frantically. 

“Yes! God, daddy, more…!”

“More?” Phil shifted, repositioning to get a better angle. “You sure, angel?”

“Positive.”

Phil grunted, thrusting hard, and he could almost feel the table shake beneath them. 

He pulled out despite Dan’s noises of protest, moving him so he was facing him, wrapping Dan’s legs around his waist again. He pushed back in, feeling Dan’s thighs tremble as he started fucking him at a faster and harder pace. 

Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck, muffling his noises. 

“Fuck.” Phil dragged his nails down Dan’s side, groaning close to Dan’s ear. “Such a slut baby, such a good boy for me, doing so fucking well.”

“Daddy,” Dan breathed, his breath hitting Phil’s neck. “Gonna cum…”

“Yeah?” Phil grinned, adjusting his angle to hit all of Dan’s good spots. “Go ahead. Cum for me, honey.”

He pounded into him even faster, and Dan squeaked. He let out a loud high-pitched moan, before letting go and coming over his and Phil’s stomach. 

Phil groaned, pulling out and giving his cock a few pulls before coming and adding to the mess. 

For a moment, the only sound in the room was heavy breathing. Dan fell back against the desk, his head lolling against the surface, his eyes closed. Phil thought he might be dead for a moment before he spoke. 

“Worth it,” he said softly, practically a whisper. 

Phil shook his head, but couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Shut up,” he muttered, taking some tissues from his desk and cleaning both of them off. 

It took him a while to get Dan motivated enough to dress himself, and when he was dressed, he wouldn’t move from Phil’s desk for a whole ten minutes. 

“So,” he started when Phil finally got him to stand on his own. 

“So.” 

“That was fun,” Dan said softly, letting his gaze fall to his feet. Now that he seemed to have gotten rid of the sexual tension, Dan was being a lot nicer, and a lot less bratty. 

Instead of saying anything, Phil leaned over, kissing Dan deeply. Dan started to stumble back in surprise, but Phil caught him with a firm hand on his waist. 

When they parted, Dan was glowing more than he was before. 

“So,” he repeated, looking a lot more confident. He flashed Phil his notorious smirk. “Summer school, huh?”

Fic, Sun Boy

I think we all remember that thread about Thomas being a sun nymph that fell out of Apollo’s court or something. Well… I don’t usually feel good about writing about real people so let’s just say this is a fictional character based on Thomas to make me feel better. Because that’s what it is. The real Thomas Sanders is probably not a sun nymph. Probably

Warnings: Falling. 2,490 words.

Abstract: Apollo makes a tough decision.

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Into You (Clark Kent x Reader)

Based on two requests.

Your relationship with Clark had always been an intimate one. You were both very open with each other and knew how to keep each other satisfied. You knew everything about each other, or so you thought you knew everything about him.

It was no surprise that Clark had asked you to attend a charity ball that the newspaper had been invited to.

“Kent, you didn’t tell me that your plus one was going to be so stunning,“ a husky voice spoke up as Clark led you to a table at the ball. You turned around and met eyes with the man you knew to be Clark’s boss.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself with a smile as you stuck your hand out for him to shake. While you didn’t appreciate hearing about the way he tended to treat Clark at work, you knew that you had to play nice. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Perry White,” he replied with a toothy grin as he firmly shook your hand. “You can just call me Perry, though.”

“I’m a big fan of the paper,” you admitted as you moved to grab onto Clark’s arm. You looked at him with gleaming eyes before you noticed that his attention was being drawn elsewhere. You went to glance where he was staring before Perry’s deep voice filled the air.

“Perhaps Clark should bring you in sometime, give you the scoop on how we do things,” Perry offered.

“That sounds nice, I’ve always wanted to-”

“Excuse me, I’ve just seen the founders of the charity and I really need to speak with them!” Perry exclaimed as he began to race away. “Nice to meet you!”

“That was fun,” you laughed sarcastically as you looked up to Clark again. His attention was still taken by something else, and you nudged him to bring him back to reality. He blinked dazedly before looking down at you with a forced smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just thought I saw something,” he told you softly.

“Did you want to check it out?” You asked, concern laced through your voice. “Is it a, um, superhero something?”

“No, it was nothing,” he promised with sincere eyes. He moved to press his lips against yours quickly and began to lead you back to a table.

“It’s beautiful in here,” you noted in awe as you sat down. Fairy lights danced across the ceiling, strung across the beams along with satin ribbon. Candlelight illuminated the room, showering it with an elegant quality that you had only seen in movies.

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” Clark said, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving the table. You let out a frustrated sigh as you watched him become lost in the crowd, your eyes trailing down to the white tablecloth that was covered in a light dust of silver sparkles. It seemed like forever that you had been admiring the decorations in order to distract yourself from Clark’s absence when you finally looked around the room for him.

You felt your heart drop as your eyes landed on him talking to a beautiful woman with vibrant red hair. She was laughing at something he said, gladly accepting the drink he held out to her. He said something else and you could see the way that his eyes twinkled brightly at her. When you realized that he had no intention of returning to you any time soon, you began to head over to him.

“Where did you find the drinks?” You spoke up as you approached Clark with a sweet smile and dark eyes. You watched as he jumped lightly before turning to face you.

“I was just coming back over to you,” Clark told you softly, reaching to wrap an arm around your waist. Your slight recoil at his touch didn’t go unnoticed by him or the woman he was with.

“I’m Lois Lane,” the woman introduced herself with a dimpled smile as she stuck out her hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you responded as you shook her hand quickly before dropping your hand back to your side. You had heard of Lois Lane from Clark and from her stories in the paper. He had talked about her briefly here and there, but each time you had felt your heart sting from the way he seemed so infatuated with her. You couldn’t deny the fact that she was a brilliant reporter, you always found yourself reading her stories right after Clark’s and marvelling at the way she could keep you at the edge of your seat no matter what she was writing about.

“Clark talks about you all the time,” she told you after a moment of awkward silence. “The way he talks about you… I know he never used to talk about me that way, I can tell that you guys are meant to be.”

“Thank you,” you told her, slowly moving away from Clark at her words. What did she mean he never used to talk about her that way?

“It was lovely talking to the both of you, but I have to finish making the rounds,” Lois said as she began to walk away. “Have a nice night!”

You and Clark responded with wishes for her to do the same. Once she was out of sight, you immediately bolted over to the bar in order to get away from Clark.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He asked as he followed you, his hand grabbing softly onto your wrist before you pulled back.

“What did she mean that you never used to talk about her that way?” You seethed, leaning on the bar counter with a furious glare. Clark avoided eye contact, his head lowering as he stood in front of you with a guilty face.

“Lois and I were together before I met you,” he admitted, looking up at you through his glasses. “She helped me embrace the city and be confident with my writing. I owe her a lot; she helped convince Perry to publish my stories.”

“You look at her like you’re in love with her!” You exclaimed, catching the attention of a few people around you.

“I only love you!” He protested softly, moving foward. You stepped back, watching as hurt filled his face.

“I should go,” you stated, blinking back tears.

“Y/N, don’t-”

“It’s fine, have fun, we can talk later,” you told him sadly, walking away with a heavy heart.

It was about two in the morning when a knock at the door of your small apartment sent you flying out of your bed and racing to open it. You flung open the door and came face to face with the woman Clark hadn’t told you the truth about struggling to hold him up in the hallway.

“I’m so sorry, I know it’s late and I probably woke you up-”

“No, it’s fine,” you reassured her, moving to put one of his arms over your shoulders and help her get him to your room.

“Y/N,” Clark mumbled as you laid him on the bed.

“You stay here, I’ll be right back,” you ordered him as you left the room, Lois following closely behind you. Once in the living room, you turned to look at her with a thankful expression. “Thank you for bringing him here, it really means a lot.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” she said with a smile. “I just… I want you to know that there’s nothing going on between Clark and I. It was a long time ago, and it’s strictly platonic. He does mean a lot to me, though, I’d consider him to be one of my best friends.”

“How did you know-”

“He’s an emotional drunk,” she laughed. “I found at the bar sulking about how he thought he was losing you. He told me what you thought about him and I. Clark would never do that to you, Y/N.”

“I know,” you sighed, running a hand over your face. “It was that stupid green monster inside of me that made me think he would.”

“It happens to the best of us,” she told you, beginning to head to the door. “If you ever need anything, just let me know, alright?”

“I will,” you promised as she opened the door and began to walk out. “Thank you, Lois.”

With a final wave, you shut the door and quickly walked back to your bedroom where Clark was. You entered the room and a soft smile filled your face when you saw Clark sitting up in bed looking at the doorway.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as you walked in and sat on the bed beside his legs. You gave him a confused look and took one of his hands in yours. “I should have told you about Lois, and I’m sorry for making you think I have feelings for her-”

You leaned foward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. You let go of his hand so you could wrap your arms around the back of his neck and his own arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you on top of his lap.

“Don’t be sorry for anything,” you told him as you pulled apart and rested your forehead on his. You carefully took his glasses off and set them on the other side of the bed. “I got jealous when I should have trusted you.”

“I shouldn’t have given you a reason to be jealous,” he argued, trailing his fingers down your back.

“It happens,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his again quickly. You tasted the lingering bit of alcohol in his mouth and pulled away, his mouth chasing after yours before you gave in for a moment. “I think Lois is a really great person.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to talk about her if it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. After all, you said she helped your career, so I should be thankful for what she’s done. Besides, I think she could be a good friend.”

“You’d really be friends with me ex?”

“Weirder things have happened in my life, Clark, I mean, I am dating you,” you joked, letting out a squeal as he began to tickle your sides.

“I’m the weird one?” He laughed as he continued to tickle you. You merely nodded through your laughing, attempting to push yourself out of his arms. He stopped after a moment and pulled you close to him, burying his face in your neck. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered, running your hands through his hair as you calmed your heart. “Now go to sleep, you’re still drunk.”

Clark let out a laugh as you climbed off his lap and laid down beside him. His arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you close to him. While occasionally the two of you did fight, you always found each other again. As Lois said, the two of you were meant to be.

Unknown King - part VII

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: Sugar daddy Bucky starts to emerge in this part

Word count: 1.8 +

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI

Masterlist

Originally posted by narminorujova

Originally posted by stardvsts

You spent Friday afternoon dodging butlers, gardeners, chefs and servers who were going in and out of the house, preparing for the party that would happen later that night. Bucky went away to meet someone for business arrangements. You lounged in your bedroom, staring down and watched as the workers unfolded the amusement park before you. Shea was putting fresh towels in the bathroom.

“What are you going to wear for the party, Y/N?” She asked.

“I’m not sure,” You replied. “I’m actually not even sure if I should attend the party.”

“And why is that?” Her voice echoed in the cast bathroom.

You shrugged, “I don’t want to run into any of my coworkers and I also don’t want them to suspect anything.”

“I see,” She said. “Would you still like me to help you pick out something to wear?”

You nodded and walked towards the giant walk in closet that came with the bedroom. You had very little clothing so you only used the first floor of the closet. With Shea’s help, you agreed with a chair of worn out jeans and a shirt.

“I like it,” Shea said. “Very trendy.” She paused and placed a finger on her earpiece. “I have just received word that Mister Barnes has touched down and will arrive at any moment.”

She was right, about fifteen minutes later, the mansion gates were opened and a black SUV Cadillac rolled in. You walked out just as Bucky was climbing the steps. He smiled and pulled you in for a long lingering kiss.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” He said in his low voice. “Did you miss me?”

“Your trip war shorter than I realized it would be,” You said.

“Henry, my pilot does his job well,” He explained and looked over your head to see the commotion going on in his house. “I can see that the preparations are almost done.”

“Mister Barnes,” Ace interrupted. “Where would you like me to put the packages?”

Bucky turned to him before looking back at you, “Put them in Y/N’s room. I’m sure she’ll have a splendid time opening them all.”

You watched as three butlers grabbed two bags each and carried them into the house. Your lips parted and you turned to Bucky, he smiled at you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” You said.

“But I wanted to,” He added. “Go on, I’ll be there in a bit.”

Although you probably should have argued with him some more, you couldn’t help but be excited about the new gifts. You’ve never been given more than 5 presents in your lifetime and now you were receiving 6 at the same time. You turned on your heel and hurried up the stairs, careful not to run into servers who were rushing around with trays of wine glasses. The butlers walked past you as you entered your bedroom.

You didn’t know where to begin. You grabbed the box white box that said ‘Jimmy Choo’, you opened it and instantly fell in love with the beautiful champagne heels that sat in the box. They fit you perfectly and put the box on your bed before moving onto the next gift. You pulled out a sheer gray robe with gray fur trimming. You immediately slipped it on and felt overwhelmed. All in all, you received two new dresses another pair of shoes and a brand new Macbook.

“Do you like it?” Bucky asked.

You turned and engulfed him into a kiss, “ I love it.”

“Almost forgot one thing,” He pulled out something from behind his back. It was a velvet rectangular box. He opened it and revealed a gorgeous pearl necklace that had over twenty pearls. You took it in your hand and continued to stare at it, not believing what was before your eyes.

“It’s beautiful,” You said.

“Picked it out myself,” He smiled proudly.

“But why?” You looked at him. “Why would you get it for me?”

“You deserve to get treated like the queen that you are.”


“Are you sure you wouldn’t want to join the party?” Bucky asked.

You shook your head and balanced the glass of liquor in your hand. “I would much rather be here with you.” You looked out the window in his study. The pandemonium was in the courtyard. Men and women jumped into the pool and acted as if they were at a carnival. They danced wherever and with whoever they desired.

You had spent the entire time in his study, talking about his business trip and upcoming ones. You slowly grew tired of watching and turned away before sitting on the velvet sofa that was in the room. You leaned back and rested the glass on the coffee table. You closed your eyes just as Ace walked in.

“Mister Barnes it’s Mister Harrison,” He said.

“He’s here? Now?” Bucky asked. You opened your eyes to see an annoyed look flash through his eyes. “Will you be alright by yourself for a few minutes?”

You nodded.

“Sorry, doll, it’s business,” He said and followed Ace out the door.

Within the thirty minutes that he was gone, you had ordered five drinks. By the time he walked back into the room, you were quite tipsy. He looked angry but when his eyes fell on you, they softened and he pulled you into a kiss. He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and held you against his chest. He sighed and you weren’t sure if you wanted to ask him about the event that just occurred.

“Have you seen the firework show?” He asked.

“From the small window in my cottage,” You said.

“What’s the point of coming to these parties if you miss the best part?” He grabbed your hand. “Come on, I’ll give you the best view.”

He led you to a door that was hidden behind a thick curtain. Bucky opened it and revealed a dimly lit spiral staircase. He motioned for you to go up and you did, without hesitation. By the time you reached the top, your thighs were on fire. You pushed the door open and stepped onto the roof. You looked behind you, Bucky emerged from one of the many towers that were built into the palace.

Bucky pointed to the horizon. “ The show’s about to start.”

Just as the words left his mouth, fireworks erupted throughout the sky, lighting it all up. It was one after another. You walked closer to the edge, Bucky held your waist close to his body. You looked down and watched as a man dressed in a suit was moving his hands as if conducting the fireworks himself. They sparkled in the sky in dozens of brilliant colors. A smile plays on your lips as you watched the mesmerizing show of color and fire.

Something in the corner of your eye caught your attention, you looked away momentarily and saw a few of Bucky’s butlers beating the shit out of an older man. You pursed your lips and immediately looked away. You looked back into the sky just as the last of the fireworks went off. They spread across the sky in giants balls of shimmering light. You turned and pressed a kiss on Bucky as the fireworks continued to rage on behind you.


You woke up in a room that was bigger than any you’ve ever been in. The ceiling was high, the chandelier was dark, its crystals were dim. The duvet was a silky gold color. The bed was large, making you feel small and alone. You sat up. Your hair was disheveled and your shirt was on the floor. The drapes were dark and covered the probably equally tall windows. You looked around, the second floor of the bedroom had tall shelves with clothes. Each cubby was full. You pushed yourself off the bed and grabbed your sheer robe that was draped over a chair. You picked up your shirt and hurried out of the room. The train of the robe billowed behind you as you rushed through the halls. You turned a corner and crashed into Shea

“Y/N!” She exclaimed. “I was just coming to fetch you from Mister Barnes’ bedroom.”

“Holy shit,” You said aloud. “His room is huge!”

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been in it,” She said and shrugged onto the next subject. “Want me to take you to your room? The house is big, it’s easy to get lost.”

You nodded meekly.

You breathed in a breath of fresh air once you stepped into your bedroom. Shea opened the balcony doors, the thin curtains flowed in from the light gust of wind that was picking up.

“Mister Barnes in waiting for you in the kitchen,” Shea said. “Now I have some errands to run.”

“Thank you, Shea,” You smiled as she left.

You changed into something more comfortable before slipping on your robe and walking down to the kitchen. Bucky looked at you and smiled. You couldn’t help but feel sick.

“Morning doll, you look beautiful,” He said.

You gave him a forced smile, “Last night, did we…?”

He furrowed his eyebrows then shook his head, “God, no. You were drunk and half conscious, I didn’t want to take advantage of you.”

You walked over to him, cupped his cheeks and stood on your toes to kiss him, “You have no idea how relieved I am to hear that. Not that I don’t want to do that with you,” You quickly said. “It’s just that, I down want it to be like that.” You blushed furiously as the word vomit continued to spill out of your mouth.

Bucky smiled, “I know what you mean, love.” He kissed your forehead. “I made breakfast.” He showed you the plate of French toast.

Your mouth watered as you took the plate. The smell was so strong but so good. You didn’t realize how hungry you were until you wolfed down three slices of the French toast. You leaned back in your chair and took a deep breath.

“That was delicious,” You remarked.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he said.

You looked around the kitchen. The vivid memory of the butlers beating up the guy was still burning in your head. You found yourself staring off into the distance, your mind going blank as you looked at nothing in particular. You forced yourself to look away, meeting Bucky’s eyes once again.

“I spaced out for a moment there,” You regarded.

Ace walked into the room, he whispered something into Bucky’s ear. He nodded and stood up, “I need to take this.” He walked out of the room with Ace trailing behind him. Shea appeared from around the corner. You needed to get out of the house for a while.

“Shea, would you like to come with me to the store?” You asked.

Her eyes widened momentarily, “Are you sure you want me to come?”

You nodded, “Yes, we can have someone drive us.”

“Okay,” She said. “I’ll have Thomas bring a car over.”

You felt like you were suffocating. Living in Bucky’s place was great but you only ever left the house when you went out on dates. It’s time you get some fresh air and go out on your own. You needed to clear your head and Bucky will be fine if he’s alone for a while.

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prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part nine; part ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

It’s not like you were expecting him to immediately confess his love for you as soon as he saw you in school … but a simple ‘hello’ would have been nice.

You hadn’t seen him since the party and although the majority of you thought it was completely stupid that someone like him would ever talk to you, there was still a splinter of hope that wanted Oh Sehun to like you. It was like a little bubble of optimism that rose up inside you as you saw him walking up the corridor in your direction. Quickly you flipped your hair over your shoulder and pretended to be looking at your timetable inside your locker, excitedly anticipating Sehun to stop by you and give you a glimpse of his charismatic smile.

Instead the bubble just popped! He walked straight past you, not even acknowledging your existence – too engrossed in his conversation with his friends.

Angrily you slammed your locker door and turned to lean against it, crossing your arms over your chest. Nothing. Not even a nod of his head. Less than 48 hours ago you were having sex with him in the attic of Chanyeol’s massive house and now he didn’t even have the decency to look at you. “Asshole,” you muttered under your breath.

Beside you, Kyungsoo piled textbooks into his arms and slammed his locker, frowning hard at you. “Are you sure you didn’t just dream the whole thing?” he asked teasingly, nudging your shoulder and peeling you off your locker.

“Ha ha,” you mocked sarcastically, nudging him back but a lot harder as you headed up the corridor towards your first class. “Like I would have done anything with him if I hadn’t been drunk,” you retorted, sighing loudly out of frustration.

Yes, Sehun was very attractive but that was overshadowed by how rude and arrogant he was to others. Waking up naked next to him would have given you a headache, with or without the horrible hangover.

“Maybe you should look at this as a blessing,” your best friend replied, shuffling the books in his arms so he could push his glasses up his nose. “I mean he is the prince of our country, and where his Highness goes, drama usually follows.”

Casually you wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rested your head on him. You’d been friends with Kyungsoo for years and through everything, he had an annoying habit of looking at things logically, which meant he tended to be right a lot of the time. Patting him on the head, you ruffled his hair and smiled. “I guess you’re right,” you relented, sighing softly.

“I usually am,” he replied jokingly, steering you into Biology class just as the bell rang.

You fell into your seat and immediately dropped your head onto the desk, resigning yourself to the next six hours of torturous school. As you waited for the teacher to arrive, you found yourself thinking about your night with Sehun – how it felt like more than just sex. You didn’t just sneak upstairs, do the deed and leave: the pair of you actually talked, for what felt like hours before finally falling asleep. To you, it felt like more.

And even when the teacher arrived and started the class, you couldn’t get the prince out of your head – which was stupid because you knew you would never be good enough for him.

You groaned loudly and propped your head up on your elbows, the image of Sehun naked still vivid in your mind. “I hate Mondays.”


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The girl I cherished the most (JIMIN ANGST)


 Taehyung x Reader x Jimin

Genre: Angst

word no.: 1207

Summary: Taehyung cheated on you, the girl that Jimin cherished the most.

Bold texts are text messages



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Playing with Fire (Otayuri AU) -

“I can’t believe,” Yuri grits out, “that you called me here to fucking ditch me.”

“No, Yuri, of course not! You got it all wrong. I’m not ditching you,” Victor corrects, lifting a finger and wiggling it in front of Yuri’s face. “You push yourself too hard. Yuuri is a new face to the company. The challenge will do him well,” Victor says, gesturing widely with his fork.

Yuri stares at him, flabbergasted. His steak is running cold in front of him but Yuri doesn’t find his appetite. This sudden invitation of Victor’s to lunch together at this restaurant seems like a damn trap.  

Yuri has always been the star of their ballet company, or else, Victor’s company, as he was the director. But then a fucking fat dancer from Japan had showed up two months ago and now Victor was saying Katsuki was ‘more suited’ to the leading role than Yuri, who had been rehearsing it since the beginning of the season.  

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Gunpowder II - Alfie Solomons

A shoot-out brings you and Alfie closer together.

Gunpowder pt. 2 - Alfie Solomons

Despite starting off as a secretary balancing books for Alfie Solomons it took only three months (and shooting Will in the arm) to move up the ladder. Ollie was, of course, his right hand man but Alfie was the first one to say that the only thing people suspected less than an errand boy was a secretary. So he started taking you with him on meetings. It was then that your relationship truly changed.

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Coming Home

Set after 6x14 – Killian returns and Emma finds him sitting on the steps of the front porch, in front of their house.
Word Count: 824
Read it on ao3 here ~ Read my other fics here 


Emma could feel her fingers going numb even though she had her gloves on. She didn’t mind – the cold nipping at her made her feel better than she had in the last two days. She hadn’t even driven the bug to the loft, which didn’t help her case. Every time she thought of the loft, she would picture the pitying glances she got from her parents, Regina, and Henry. Instead of it giving her consolation, she felt white, hot anger every time she thought of that. She chose to think about that instead of him. Instead of how it had felt to come back to an empty house – to know he had left; to know he had abandoned her. Which was why, as she hurried towards the house, she stopped short in complete shock. Relief spread through her as she saw him sitting on the porch. He looked up at her and she could see how unsure he was about her reaction.

“Killian,” she barely whispered, not moving. It was as if he was an illusion that would shatter the second she moved towards him.

“Emma,” he responded, standing up, trying to hide the crushing guilt that he felt when she didn’t walk towards him. It was one of those rare times where he wasn’t able to read her emotions behind her expression of shock. He couldn’t tell if she was happy to see him or not. There was a deafening silence before he said, “I’m sorry.”

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Two Weeks: Day 3 (SETH ROLLINS)

Originally posted by prowrestlingnow

Warnings: SLIGHT CURSING


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Y/N finished up most of her orange juice in one gulp, getting up from her half eaten plate of breakfast. “C'mon daddy.” She urged him as he took his time flipping through the pages of the morning’s newspaper. “I’m gonna be late for school.”


Y/N’s father chuckled when he saw she was now pouting. “Alright, alright. I’ll meet you in the car.”


After flashing her dad a smile Y/N before grabbing her backpack and iPhone, and leaving out seconds later but while out in the car, she noticed another car pull up behind her blocking her dad’s car.


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“What the fuck are we doing in this neighborhood?” Roman asked looking over at Seth?


Dean leaned foward from the back seat. “And why did we stop? Dude we gonna be late for 1st period.”


“Like you actually care about being late for class.” Seth mumbled, honking his horn trying to get Y/N’s attention.


He could see her sitting in the passenger seat of her dad’s car.


“I do care.” Dean spoke again with a glare. “Especially now. Mom said if I don’t get my grades right she won’t let me go to that wrestling academy with you guys.”


Seth turned around in the driver’s seat to get a better view of Dean. “Dude don’t worry I’m–”


A loud knock on Seth’s car window cause all three if the boys to look up, and Seth to stop in mid sentence.


Y/N’s dad stood there in his uniform, gun and handcuffs visible through the tinted windows.


“Bro, you had us posted outside a cop’s house.” Roman, who was the older on of the three boys, and tougher looking to most, looked like he was about shit his pants any second.


“I don’t wanna go to jail.” Dean protested hiding his face in his hands.


Seth rolled his eyes, while also rolling down his window. “Um…” He started off trying to mask how intinidated he now was. “Good morning Sir.” He shook his head. “Um, officer.” He continued stuttering. “I was wondering if I could take Y/N to school.”


Dads never made Seth this nervous, usually.


But this one happen to be a cop, and even though he was sorta warned by Y/N’s dad, himself. Let’s just say he thought her dad was just trying to scare him but was actually a business man or something.


Her dad stood there for a minute or so with his eyebrows furrowed just looking at Seth as if he was trying to peer into his mind.


“I’ll go tell her you asked for her, and you can ask her yourself.” He finally said walking off from Seth’s car.


“Hold up, we here to get nerd girl?” Dean blurted out with a laugh causing Roman to do the same.


It only pissed Seth off through.


“Shut the fuck up and don’t say that shit around her. She’s cool.” He said talking fast.


He didn’t want to risk Y/N walking up and overhearing.


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After giving her dad a questioning look, trying to figure out who the person was in the driveway, the only thing she could get out of him was “A few of your friends.”


That didn’t really sum anything up but she went to the car anyways, feeling a little courageous since her dad was only a few feet from her.


Before she could even knock Seth popped his head out, leaning over who she immediately recognised as Roman.


“I came to take you to school.” Seth smiled. “Get in?”


“I uh…” She started trying to find the right words to say.


She had started to warm up to Seth just from the two days they’ve been working on their project and last night was so much fun. She really enjoyed the conversations they had while working.


She liked that side of him, but did she really want to get in a car with him and his friends.


“Please.” She heard Seth’s voice break her out of her thoughts. “I have something to ask you.”


Y/N reluctantly agreed, waving bye to her dad.


What was the question though she wondered as she went to get into the back of Seth car.


“Hey no. Y/N sit up here with me.” He stopped her then looked at Roman. “Dude get out, and sit back with Dean.”


Roman let out a long sigh not even bothering to fight for his seat.


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“Hi Roman.” Y/N greeted politely, mostly cause she felt bad he had to give up his seat for her.


“Hey Y/N.” He spoke back just as polite.


“So…” She said turning to Seth. “What did you want to ask me?”


As Seth was about to answer someone cleared their throat. “I don’t get a hi Dean. How are you?” Dean interrupted leaning in between Seth and Y/N.


“Oh, I didn’t see you Dean, but hey.” She smiled. “How are you?”


“I’m good. Thanks for asking.”


“Now that, that’s over.” Seth spoke up again. “So I was thinking. You should come to my house tonight. I’m having a party and it’ll be cool if you came.”


“I don’t know. I’m not really the party type.” She responded. “Besides. It’s a school night and we have a lot to finish on the project.” She said trying to make any excuse she can to get out of going.


“It’s Friday. We’ve got a lot done on the project so one night off won’t hurt.“ Seth smirked. "Please…?” He begged again, this time giving her the same tone she’d given him when she wanted him to put on his glasses. “…For me?”

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hc: Jimin's known around college for being the introverted, shy type that can't really hold a conversation with anyone. That's why Jungkook gets the shock of his life when he stumbles into an almost empty dance studio to see sweet, innocent Jimin belly dancing& rocking his hips to a sensual song. Jungkook is intrigued & ultimately falls a little harder for him. dw im not looking for smut, i just think that type of dance suites Jimin tbh. Maybe tension though that's always good. Thank you xo

this is interesting! i don’t know much about belly dancing tho so i’m sorry. also i’ll try to put in some sexual tension for you hehe ;) it’s always fun to write tension….also the beginning of this seems like a love triangle but it’s not lol. just wanted to clear that up…(you don’t have to listen to this song but i listened to 9muses’ remember the whole time i was writing this lol). WARNING: preeetty sexual but like no actual sexual content as usual.  

+ “he’s so cute. jungkook get me his number,” taehyung said. jungkook looked over at the subject of taehyung’s current affection. jungkook had seen him before but he didn’t know him.

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What A Weird Relationship (5/5) - Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Brother!Stark

Originally posted by thunderbirdthor

Words: 1862
Pairing: Peter Parker x (f)Reader x Brother!Stark
Featuring: James Rhodes, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Scott Lang, Wanda Maximoff, Bucku Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Vision, Bruce Banner
Warnings: sadness, hurt
Requested: 1000 follower special!! Which is kinda crazy because I just hit 1500…THANK YOU GUYS!
Author’s Note: last part! Maybe an extra part for like after this? If it’s wanted, feel free to request! { @canon-is-drarry @im-melancholic @marvelousimaginesforyou @starkingdom }

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“You really should get some sleep.” Rhodey walked up behind Tony, who was sitting on the steps outside of the Facility.

“You need to stop telling me that. I can’t.” Tony replied. “I’m too worried about her…I need to make sure she comes back. Safe.” He sighed, a yawn coming out.

Rhodey sat down next to him. “What are you doing?” Tony asked.

“I’m going to wait with you, too. I care about the both of you.” He smiled.

Tony smiled back and pushed Rhodey’s shoulder. “So, when are you going to talk about having Stark officially become her last name?”

Tony sighed. “Well,”

Everyone on Team Cap was worrying their asses off.

“We need to get her back to Mr. Stark, right away!” Peter yelled.

“Wanda, have you ever had anything happen like this?” Steve asked.

“No, not even when it just happened to her. I’ll read her…” She whispered.

“Should I call Mr. Stark?” Peter asked.

“No, kid, he can’t know she’s with us. He’d kill me.” Steve grumbled.

Clint was standing next to your unconscious body, monitoring you.

“Agh!” Wanda yelled. “I can’t get into her mind, it hurts too much…someone’s trying to take control of her powers.” She said.

“Try and wake her up, I’m going to go get our jet. Buck, come with me.” Steve said and walked out of the base.

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Behind The Glass

Oliver was unconsciously rubbing his fore finger against his thumb as he sat waiting for the guard to bring Felicity into the room behind the glass. His mouth was dry and he was thinking of asking for some water. But he stayed still in his chair, watching the door in which she will come through.

Oliver knew that the coming conversation was being monitored by the Feds. But he was done talking in code. He was done hiding things and living with the possibility that at any moment his secret could be revealed. If anybody should be behind that glass window if front of him, it was Oliver. He put all this in motion when he came back from the island with his anger and singular purpose. John, and now Felicity, lives had gone through such drastic changes once they came into Oliver’s orbit, and he owed both of them his very life. There were times when that was literal. It was what family did for one another. And Oliver would not change a thing that the three of them had been through together these last five years. It was a foundation, a pillar of strength and trust and love.

When the NSA agent contacted the Mayor’s office yesterday, Oliver, ironically, was away on Green Arrow business. Lance had received the call and afterwards contacted Oliver on the private coms channel that all of Team Arrow and those on his private staff wore. Lance told him that the National Security Agency was coming to Star City to arrest Felicity. As always with Federal government agencies, they would not offer up any detailed information on the charges against her, but Oliver already knew what was coming, and why.

He had found out about Helix and the Pandora Files through the most unlikely source. Last week, he was in his office prepping for a budget meeting when his secretary told him he had a visitor. And then Rory came through the door. Nobody had seen or heard from him since he left the Team after the Russia mission. It had been months without a word. When he suddenly showed up in Star City and came to Oliver; he was a welcome presence, but a man who was carrying a heavy burden. Actually, it was two burdens he brought to Oliver. One was Havenrock. That was a weight Rory was going to carry for the rest of his life. And again, it was Felicity who had shined her light on the guy, giving him the strength and conviction and love to find a way to live with the aftermath. But the second burden he carried was knowing how far Felicity had fallen and the guilt he had for not keeping their promise to one another to not let the other be consumed by their guilt and darkness. Rory came to Oliver’s office that day last week with redemption, for himself and for Felicity.

Oliver was startled out of his memories by the door opening and seeing Felicity being led in to the little chair opposite Oliver behind the glass. Anger flashed through Oliver for a couple seconds when he saw that they had Felicity in leg chains and her hands cuffed at her waist. The sight sent a surge of adrenalin through him, the same kind that made him such a lethal weapon. But he checked himself, because he had finally learned how to live in balance being the Green Arrow and Oliver Queen. Another thing he owed his life to Felicity for.

Felicity sat down and took the phone out of the cradle mounted on the wall beside her. She pressed it to her ear and waited for Oliver to talk to her. The second thing Oliver noticed about her was how drained and tired she looked. She also had a despondent look in her eyes, and without her usual beautiful make-up, the dark bags under those eyes seemed to lack the spark she usually gave to people, especially those closest to her. Oliver’s heart lurched in his chest at the sight.

He picked up his phone and spoke first. “Felicity, I am going to get them to take you out of those chains and…”

“Oliver…” she stopped him. “I’m…I’m so sorry. I should have come to you after I met Helix in that park with Rory.” She had locked her eyes on Oliver with the same intensity and love he had given to her all these years. “Do you…do you hate me now?”

Oliver wanted to bust through the glass and take hold of her. He wanted to instinctively protect her and make her feel safe. The distance between them over the last year was an abyss that had swallowed Oliver. After Darke and the months that followed, the aftermath of his lies and betrayals continued to push him closer to the edge of that abyss, and he felt helpless as Felicity pulled further away from him.

“Felicity, I will never hate you. I will always be here for you. I told you, it’s a mortal lock. It doesn’t matter what is happening right now, I will always be the hero you have made me. What I do know for sure is…you’re actions these past few months are why we defeated Prometheus. It’s why this city owes you everything.” Oliver paused in his monologue. He looked so deeply into Felicity’s eyes and remembered how easy it was and still is, to get lost in them. “Felicity,” Oliver went on. “I’m proud of you. The sacrifice you gave the Team…the whole city…was amazing. This bullshit charge against you, I swear, is going to disappear when I let everybody know that you are a hero.”

Felicity lowered head, breaking eye contact with Oliver. She pulled the phone away from her ear, thinking that Oliver would not be able to hear her cry on his side of the glass.

But Oliver did hear. And he was listening. “Felicity,” he quietly spoke into the phone. “I love you…with everything in me.”

Felicity did not hear him say this. She had put her phone down, to compose herself before telling Oliver how much she loved him.

The distance between Oliver and Felicity finally shorten to just the thickness of the glass separating them.

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Mulder, when I said you could use my phone I didn't mean you could proceed to spend the next 10 minutes rifling through it.

Mulder prays for mercy. It is not forthcoming. At this age he should know better, know that when you spend over fifty years thwarting God the man just isn’t in the mood to answer. Screw him, then. What does Scully see in the guy?

He tries other deities, too, while trapped in circle of hell that includes Obama’s face smiling at him from over a conference table and Skinner’s quirky collection of well-worn stress balls. One is the shape of a man’s bicep, which looks terribly similar to…

“Sir,” he starts, but shit. How long have they known each other? Also he’s pretty sure he can beat Skinner up now. “Walter,” he tries again, but his boss glares at him with the force of ten stern Barack Obamas. “Sir–”

“Agent Mulder, I frankly have nothing else to say on the matter, and I don’t exactly relish the thought of sitting through your stuttering for the next half hour. You’re dismissed.” The room lapses into silence. Skinner cleans his glasses, rearranges a pen on his desk. He’s nervous too. Mulder should just leave. Take the blessing he’s apparently been given. Haul ass out of the Hoover building, call Scully and tell her every single detail.

But Mulder hates the thought that Skinner thinks he did this on purpose. He hadn’t wanted to see that. Nobody wants to see that. Well maybe somebody does, if Skinner felt compelled to take dick pics in the first place.

“I was looking for a picture I took a month ago,” Mulder says weakly, running a tired hand over his jaw. “That case, with the worms? The Mongolian Death Worms?”

Skinner hops out of his desk and slams his palms down so hard stress balls bounce to the floor. Mulder takes a flying leap at the door.

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Hey!! Your blog is amazing!! I was wondering if you could do headcannons for katsuki, izuku, todoroki, and Kirishima when they find out their s/o is on their period like how you think they'll react and what theyll do for her? Good luck with your blog!

hey !! you’re amazing too, my homie. [sends u korean hearts] 

IDC IF THIS IS THE UNIVERSAL REQUEST EVERY BLOG RECEIVES I JUST WANNA TYPE OUT THE SUFFERINGS OF THESE MEN HAHA

BAKUGO KATSUKI 

  • ok now how the fuck did ketchup come from your shorts to the bed. tell me. - bakugo katsuki, 2k17 
  • he’d be clueless af about the female reproductive system and how things work around with it. hence, he doesn’t get why mood swings have to do with the reproductive system too 
  • cue katsuki yelling his ass off when you stain his bed with “ketchup” oh this poor boy needs to learn some science terms sooner or later 
  • at one point, you’d be at the same level as katsuki’s anger because you’ve been bleeding since the eighteenth century and he’s still in his house, in his boxers, and not in the convenience store where he should be buying you pads or tampons 
  • okay, let’s be honest, katsuki’s a smart guy. therefore, he knows the basic stock knowledge of what happens during period, but he just doesnt get why she cant do it herself 
  • “bitch why can’t you do it yourself? you’re a strong woman.” 
  • “i should be surprised that you’ve given me a compliment, katsuki, but i can’t feel my goddamn legs now because of this suffering so gET YOUR ASS OUT AND BUY ME MY PADS” 
  • katsuki comes home with sanitary pads and a red face   

MIDORIYA IZUKU

  • this boy would be so eager to learn about why these stuff bleed 
  • but before he’d sit down and listen, he’d give you a glass of water and probably buy an extra supply of napkins just in case you run out whatta good boy i love him 
  • “yikes, that sounds horrible. and you women have to experience this?”
  • “mhm! each and every single woman. if something in the uterus goes wrong, then we will not be able to reproduce.” 
  • midoriya would have this comically shocked expression on and honestly its cute because look at him. he really looks like he’s processing this new information in his head 
  • sometimes, when he looks at his trash can, its full of napkins waiting to be taken out to the garbage, and midoriya can’t help but gag at the sight. however, its his s/o who’s suffering this, not him. he has no right to complain, even though he wanted to 
  • look at my son bein the respectful muscular bean love him pls

TODOROKI SHOUTO

  • his s/o is pretty chill tbh
  • she wouldn’t notice that she even stained the couch or something not until todoroki points it out for her 
  • “uhm [name] are you okay? you’re kinda bleeding on the couch.” 
  • “oh, really? wow. i didn’t even notice.” 
  • now im guessing they have some maids or some butlers so as they clean the mess up, todoroki has his hand on his chin as he thinks about these stuff like okay i know about this because of my mother and fuyumi…but how exactly does it work? why does it bleed? how does it only come in specific times? how–[existential crisis for over an hour] 
  • but as soon as he figures it out, he makes sure that you’re well-supplied. he’s nyoomed his way to the store to buy you some drinks, chocolate (bcs studies say that chocolate helps you feel better) and napkins or tampons if you dont use napkins 
  • “shouto, you didn’t need to…” 
  • “it’s fine. it’s essential for you, anyway. your genitals are safe and well-guarded now.” 
  • it was hard not to laugh when a man says something like that with a straight face. unnecessary, i know, but you love him for being kind and thoughtful anyway

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU 

  • “yoooo did someone die in here or??”
  • is what kirishima says the moment he enters his house and sees the carpet stained with some red 
  • it’s red like his hair but that was irrelevant and we dont want our dwayne “the rock” johnson to lose his appetite for dinner, don’t we? 
  • “sorry, eijirou, it’s that time of the month again.” 
  • “ah, i see. you’re lucky i dropped by the grocery. i saw your hero on the way and i got it.” 
  • you have no words to describe how perfectly chill and thoughtful kirishima was to you when he threw you the napkins and tampons. heck, he even bought two of different kinds just so that if you dont use that type, you can use the other 
  • “that was manly of you, kiri. thank you.” 
  • kirishima basically cries bcs bRO,, THAT WAS TOUCHING 

Congratulations @yourtropegirl!!! A little later than I wanted tonight - I had unexpected company after work. “So I have run out of plot bunnies but I have song fic requests galore. So could I have Georgia on My Mind with Bones pretty please!!!”

Word Count: 1721

Author’s Note: As soon as I received this prompt, I saw a siren singing in a nightclub. Had to be done. Bones would totally be sucker for a husky voice singing in the medbay, don’t even try to convince me otherwise. I took liberties with the phrasing of the song, and cut the last verse because it was the same as the previous one. I hope you like it, @yourtropegirl!


The piano started before you stepped onto the stage, just as it did at the beginning of every set, in order to build tension. You checked your teeth in the mirror to make sure there was no trace of the red lipstick you wore before fluffing your hair one last time. With a saucy wink at your reflection, you heard your cue, and strode out to the microphone, tracing the gloved fingers of one hand across the stem of the device, and leaning into open your mouth. You couldn’t see much other than the front row in the darkened lounge, but the front row was packed with the silhouettes of your regulars. And a table with two men you were almost certain you’d never seen before, who were deep in a heated debate about something you could almost make out over the din of the band.

Georgia, Georgia, the whole night through. Just an old sweet song keeps Georgia on my mind.” You always started the song low and breathy, a trick you’d learned at the Starfleet Academy when you were a teaching aide. The quieter you were, when you started to speak, the more people had to focus to hear you. Coupled with the sultry quality that made men and women all over the planet come to hear you sing, your stage presence kept the lounge busy and profitable. Not bad for a Starfleet deserter. It was a great gig. But you missed home, not that you could ever go back. As a result, at least once a week you started a set with the song. You winked at Big Jack, one of the lounge’s regulars. He was a tiny little Andorian who was able to keep the rest of the crowd laughing between sets, which was better than having them rowdy. And he claimed it was the price he was willing to pay in order to hear your voice night after night.

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tongue-tied

summary: she trips over his name. shallura.
also read on: ao3
for: @onemerryjester, who is such a wondrous and kind and supportive reader and deserves all my love.
part of “the princess and the paladin” series. link to master list here.


Her tongue trips over his name, and she’s certain this isn’t because his name has one more syllable than any of the other Paladin’s Earth-originating names or because her Altean tongue can’t roll his vowels smoothly.

No, this is because last week—sometime between official meetings and rather unofficial one-on-one time together—he told her in a soft whisper that she could call him Takashi if she wanted.

And ever since then, she’s tried to use his real name, she could never bring herself to do so because for some reason calling him that just seemed so much more intimate.

But today, after rehearsing a million or more times to herself, she’s ready to call him—

“Takashi.”

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Neighbors

I was aching for it, aching for him, to feel his hands on my hips as he pulled me back to fuck me harder and his fingers move on my clit until my walls throbbed for him.

It was torture to know he was just an apartment away, probably sprawled on his bed, naked and sweaty with his hand palming himself slowly. I imagined the outline of his cock as it strained against his boxers and his fingers running down the length so he could feel the friction of the fabric against the sensitive swollen skin.

Thinking about him was enough to spark an eager fire in my tummy.

In which pancakes are promised, or something like that.

Part 1

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Workout (M - Jimin)

*2 more days till freedom*

-Requests Closed-

Word count: 1,294 words


“Baby.”

“Hmm?”

“Time to work out.”

“You said ‘sleep’ wrong.”

“Baby, come on, let’s work out.”

“But we went jogging yesterday.”

“I’ll give you a piggyback.”

“On the way there and back?”

“Yes.” You shot out of bed, showering and changing into your workout clothes. He licked his lips while looking at you and you covered your face.

“You look so hot, babe.”

“Jimin~ Keep your promise.” You hopped on his back and he held up your legs. You ruffled his black hair, loving how soft and fluffy it was and he walked down to the gym of your apartment building.

“Now, let’s begin.”

“Treadmills first.” He got onto one next to you and you started jogging. He matched your pace until you sped up, both of you trying to outrun the other. You stopped at 7.6 and he made it up to 7.7 and playfully stuck out his tongue at you.

“Hmph.”

“What’s next?”

“Pull ups, you up for it?”

“I never back down, baby.”

“I was hoping you would say that.” You two occupy a machine and began stretching.

“I don’t want injure anything, can you make sure I’m doing this right Jiminie?” You said teasingly while reaching your toes and your ass was sticking out. You could tell he was biting his lip and you wiggled it a little before starting your pull ups.

He watched you until you got off and it was his turn. He purposely stripped his shirt for you, sending you a wink and tossing his shirt at you.

“Watch and learn, baby girl.” He pulled himself up, doing more pull ups than you but you only cared about the way his back muscles worked as he pulled up and down. You listened the shallow breathes he takes and the sweat that his body was beginning to accumulate.

“Jimin 2, Y/N 0.”

“Oh, so it’s a competition, baby.”

“Of course it is.”

“Then, it’s on.” You two kept trying to outdo each other and you end up wining your little competition.

“First, put your shirt back on. There’s too many girls staring at you.”

“Aw, babe. You’re jealous~”

“Am not. Now, push-up position.” He did as you said and you slipped under him.

“It’s just motivation so you can do 203 of them.”

“Why 203?”

“It’s how many days we’ve been together.”

“You’re so cute.”

“Don’t flatter me, Jiminie. Start.” He started slow, brushing against your lips in the beginning before his kisses became more longing. On his last push-up, he wouldn’t pull away and hovered over you until you heard someone clear their throat.

“Excuse me..” He walked past you two and Jimin got up, pulling you up afterwards. You hopped on his back, ready to back to your apartment and he tiredly walked up the stairs.

“You’re more exercise, baby.”

“Am I that heavy..?”

“No, no, I mean you make me want to do more exercise.”

“That’s what I’m for, motivating you to do more.” You hopped off his back, rushing to the bathroom and stripping yourself down. That workout left you in need of a cool shower and Jimin barged in.

“J-Jiminie!”

“You always say I take too long in the shower, now you can monitor it.”

“I could just cut the water or-”

“Are you really turning me down, baby? I saw the way you were looking at me, biting your pretty little lips while staring me work out. Don’t even deny it.”

“F-Fine. Just don’t stare..”

“No promises, baby.”

“Jimin!” You bit his chest and he chuckled before you two entered the shower together. The glass door frames you both inside and he stood behind you.

"You want me to wash you, baby?”

“O-Okay.” He stepped closer, pressing your bodies together as he began with your shoulders.

“Why are your muscles so tense, it’s just me~” He whispered in your ear and you clasped your thighs together.

“I see, you need me down there. Don’t you?”

“Jimin..”

“Just tell me, baby. I don’t judge.”

“I want you to touch me, Jiminie.” He pushed you forwards, your hands on the glass in a sudden reflux and you felt his hands on your ass.

“You know how naughty you are, shaking your ass for me in the gym. I almost caught one guy watching you, baby.”

“I should have given him a show..” You said, earning yourself a slap on your wet ass and moaning to the sensation you felt.

“Even soap can make you clean, you dirty girl.”

“Make me more dirty, Jimin.”

“Quiet.” He slapped your ass again, you biting back your moan and he kneeled down behind you. You spread your legs for him and he spread your lower lips.

“The water hasn’t touched here yet and you’re soaking wet? So lewd.”He stroked his fingers over the pink flesh, teasing your hole and his thumb finding your clit.

You almost moaned out loud, your hand quickly covering your mouth and he smirked.

“I don’t want to hold back for me, baby. Tell me how good I’m making your little cunt feel.”

“Y-Yes.” He plunged two fingers into you, you immediately gasp as his tongue replaced his thumb. His tongue pressed against you flatly, making sure to touch your clit in every lick. His fingers found their way deeper inside you, curling up against your wall and you desperately want to grab his wet hair.

“F-Fuck-Jimin.”

“Tell me, baby. I want to hear you say it.”

“Give me more, it feels so good…”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, Jimin, please fill me up with your fingers…” You wailed out and he smacked your ass, he was satisfied with you. At least, for now. He pushed in a third and fourth finger simultaneously and you felt your walls beginning to get stretched out further.

“J-Jimin-I..”

“You’re clenching around my fingers, you want to come, don’t you?”

“Please..”

“Arch your back more, baby.” You obliged and he pulled his fingers out of you. You watched him feverishly licking his fingers clean as if you were the remains of a good meal and felt his tip begin to tease your entrance.

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes..please.. Jimin.”

“I love the way you say my name.”

"J-Jimin..!” You cried out when you felt him push inside you and he held your hips to keep you from falling into the glass.

“Are you alright, Y/N?”

“I’m fine. Just move, please.” He worked his hips slowly, still worried about you but you pushed yourself back to meet his hips. You knew how much he wanted his control whenever he was this dominant position so he held your hips back and slammed into you like you wanted.

“H-Holy-Fuck..aah..!”

“Isn’t this what you fucking wanted, huh baby?”

“Please..”

“Finish your sentence.”

“I want more..please..”

“Greedy.” He spat but his whips still moved to your will and he continued to pound you senselessly. Your breath fogged up the glass and the running water has soaked you both but you were too busy with the feeling of his cock pushing against your G-spot.

“Shit.”

“You feel so fucking good.”

“Jimin..”

“I want you to come.” He said before he sped up his pace once again. You screamed out his name, not even the loud sound of running water could mask your loud moan. You felt heat beginning to form in the pit of your stomach and you found release right after.

He pulled out, feeling his seed land on your ass before being washed away with the water. You panted against the glass and turned around to face him. He kissed you, his hands resting on your hips and you finally tugged at his wet hair strands.

You pulled away, reaching for his sponge to wash him.

“You’ve got all dirty, Jiminie.”


Why do I always feel like these aren’t good enough?? I did say I would post tonight so here you go, 1 (shitty) scenario right up ^^

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