just kind of squint when you look at it

Castiel is staring again.

It happens every time they’re apart for more than just a couple of hours and, actually, it’s kind of comforting when you get used to it. A routine of sorts - a look that Dean understands to mean Let me check if you’re not injured, enveloped with a squint if he even dares to claim that he’s fine before Cas’s examination is over.

Nowadays, Dean just sits in front of the TV in his room and doesn’t complain about the pair of eyes fixed on his face. It’s not like Sam is there to see and tease them about it. As it is, he doesn’t mind.

“You’ve met another angel today,” Cas says then, out of the blue. That has never happened.

Dean frowns. What? “How do you—”

“The osculation residual.”

“The what?”

Castiel lets out a huff and squints harder. “They left a kiss on you.”

“Nobody kissed me.”

“I don’t mean your kind of kiss. The angel’s feather must have stroked over your skin. It left a mark on you.”

Dean rubs at his cheek but stops when Cas shakes his head. “What now?”

“It’s not something you can remove,” he explains, pausing to search for the right words. “I believe you call them ‘freckles’.”

No way.

“How can you tell, though? I have so many of them, I’d never notice a new one.”

Castiel simply looks at him and tilts his head. “This one’s not mine,” he says like it’s completely obvious—like Dean himself should have known this all along.

He hasn’t. And now he does. And he does not know what to do about it.

Back to the Future: Part 1

Summary: Imagine getting sent to the future and making love with future Cas. Imagine coming back home and finding out you’re pregnant.

Pairing: Cas x reader

Word Count: 3.5k (YAY ME)

Warnings: brief descriptions of smut, language, angst, pregnancy, a cliffhanger ending bc im an asshole

A/N: so regular Dean is just called Dean and future Dean is called future Dean BC LOGIC IS AWESOME hahaha.

also, welcome to a new series, my friends! should be a wild n fun time :-) feedback is so greatly appreciated!

Originally posted by savingpeoplegiffingthings

You blinked slowly, your eyes squinting open as you took in your new surroundings. It looked like you were in some kind of…shack?

With a groan, you tried to sit up, and that’s when you realized that your hands were cuffed to a chair. You turned to your left and saw Dean in the same exact situation as you, and you knew this wasn’t looking too good.

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Hear me out now guys but

What if Jasper needs glasses…? 

We have her evil squinting when we first see her. 

That’s not a lot to go on for eyesight issue sure, but then you have her fights. Just being overall kind of sluggish and being hit a lot doesn’t really voice a lot for a top fighter elite right?

Then you get from Malachite, more angry evil squinting, but then in a couple frames, 

She seems so shocked to see Alexandrite with the bow, as if she just now noticed it. But wasn’t see looking right at Alexandrite? Surely she would have seen the bow if her eyesight was ok right? 

Then you get this squint eye look, which I feel they really emphasized her eyes not being entirely open a lot in the Beta/Earthlings episode, even highlighted again when she corrupts. This cap is taken literal moments before Amethyst attacks her with the whip. She should have seen it coming miles away, weapon is out at the ready and they already have beef with one another. So then why

Does she miss? She even looks shocked in the frames before this as the whip is already at her face as if she really didn’t see it approaching. She had plenty of time to prepare. 

So I conclude that either Jasper is actually a really shitty fighter with bad hand-eye coordination or she is defective like most of the Beta gems: She has bad eyesight.

Yuri!!! on Pot headcanons

Someone brought up Victor and Yuuri getting high together and I just… can you imagine? Oh my god. Yuuri smoking pot every once in a while is a beautiful thing. (I also feel like @dadvans will appreciate this)

+ It probably starts with Celestino slipping Yuuri a little baggie of green buds, murmuring that it might be an avenue worth exploring when Yuuri’s anxiety gets out of control. At first, Yuuri’s horrified, because what kind of coach gives his underage student illegal drugs? But Celestino assures him it’s on the up and up – grown by his sister in Italy and purer than extra virgin olive oil, because who the hell knows what people cut it with in the States? Celestino wouldn’t trust the well being of his skaters with anyone else.  

+ When Yuuri brings the baggie back to the little apartment he shares with Phichit, numb with disbelief, Phichit is thrilled. “Of course we should get you high! I’m so pissed I didn’t think of it first.” But of course Celestino didn’t give them anything to smoke it with and Phichit left all his paraphernalia back home, so they have to venture into Chicago in order to get supplies, which leads them to a surprisingly clean and straightforward sex shop. Among all the various dildos and bottles of lube are pretty glass bowls and artfully sculpted bongs. 

“Yuuri, look! That pipe looks like a dragon! It even has little wings!”
“Everyone in here is an undercover cop, I know it. We’re going to jail. I can’t go to jail, Phichit, do you know what they’d do to me there? I couldn’t even get through the first half hour of The Shawshank Redemption without crying!”
“Oh my god, Yuuri, LOOK. This is it. This is the holy grail.”
“Is that a… is that a squirrel?”
“You smoke from its tail! I’m buying two.”

+ Back at their dorm, Yuuri sits on his bed, clutching his knees, while Phichit painstakingly grinds the buds down, then packs the squirrel–named Jeremy– with the kind of expertise that makes Yuuri squint suspiciously. Phichit teaches him with the patience of a grade school teacher how to light the bud and inhale (”Cover the carb when you light it. No, you’re not–wait, no, just–here, let me do it.”), then rocks a nice buzz while Yuuri sits as still as a statue, eyes wide with terror, because he’s been in America one month and he’s already a lawbreaker. Somewhere his mother just got knocked to the floor by a sudden wave of disappointment and she has no idea why. He cries until he’s sick.

+ However, Phichit doesn’t know what “give up” means, so by the end of the second month, Yuuri is a certified stoner. He’s never felt so relaxed in his own skin before. He is adamant about keeping it to once a month, because something so enjoyable can’t become just another crutch (not to mention he has to work twice as hard to keep off any sudden weight gain when the munchies hit), although he is a little less strict when he travels for competitions. It’s kind of astonishing how many other skaters smoke. The first time he smokes abroad is in Canada when he shares a joint at a hotel with a handsome pairs skater named Nathan, whose crooked teeth bite odd bruises into Yuuri’s thighs but his cock is nice and fat and feels amazing inside him, so Yuuri rides the high–both of them–to silver. Smoking the night before a competition becomes a thing. 

+ Of course, with Vicchan’s death still fresh in his mind, remembering to light up the night before just sort of… falls to the wayside. Which explains the shitshow at the Grand Prix Final. 

+ After Victor becomes his coach, Yuuri doesn’t smoke at all, too afraid that Victor will think of him as a drug addict, and doesn’t bring it up until well into their first year as a couple. It takes him the better part of a week to spit it out, and when he does, Victor’s eyes go wide and excited and he cancels all their plans for the night so they can stay in, get stoned, and watch Minority Report

“Yuuuuuri, we should make brownies!”
“Yurio is visiting tomorrow. I’m not having edibles around for him to find!”
“Let’s be honest, he could really use one.”
“I’m not going to be the one to take him to the emergency room after his soul falls through the earth. You’re definitely the irresponsible parent. Are we out of corn puffs? Vitya, the corn puffs are gone!”
“You ate the whole bag, cахарок.”

+ They have a lot of stoned sex, which is 73% giggling, 24% talking about the long-eared owl that lives in the tree outside their kitchen, and 3% actual sex.

bailci  asked:

solangelo first kiss? (where neither of them have ever kissed anyone before)

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It’s during the summer. Another one of those days when Will drags Nico outside to enjoy the sunshine and soak up the vitamin D.

Nico complains, because of course he does, but really he doesn’t feel any sort of reluctance. Even when the sun burns his legs, because they’re clothed in black jeans, and he has to squint when looking up at Will. Because he’s tall, and the sun is bright, and it kind of obscures his vision.

Not that he mentions that part.

“So what’s your actual plan here?” Nico asks, trying not to flush because Will’s hand is tight around his wrist, pulling him forward. The two of them are making their way through the Camp Half-Blood grounds, and when you get past the cabins and the hoards of people just arriving back for summer, there is so much green.

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my aesthetic: the faces rhys makes when he’s hugging vaughn

Dinner Party {Reader Insert}

Imagine: What happens when three vampires and a hybrid take a liking to the new kid in town?

Summary: Two pairs of brothers host a dinner party to celebrate the arrival of Mystic Falls’ new resident. Little do they know, the new girl isn’t all that she seems.

Request?: No, just a random thought that was inspired by this scene. Bit of a ramble if I’m honest.

Word Count: 2932.

Taglist: Do let me know if you would like to be tagged in any of my writings.

Disclaimer: The gif used is not mine, credits to the user that made it. I do not own any of the characters written about in this piece, credits to the writers and producers of TVD.

A/N: First piece of writing up! I’m not too sure if I’m all that happy with this. The idea sounded better in my head than it does on paper. But still, enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤

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iamartemisday  asked:

Steve/Darcy- 14 (Rear Window is my favorite movie ever :D)

Pairing: Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1063
Prompt:  #14  “Okay, I swear I’m not normally this creepy, but I broke my leg and have been spying on all the people across the street from me, and I could have SWORN I saw you kill a man.  Care to explain?”  (Rear Window AU/Disturbia AU)


As Steve maneuvered himself onto the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor, he had to admit that he wasn’t particularly proud of what he was doing.  

Quite the contrary.

It had all started with the binoculars.  An early birthday gift from Bucky, intended to make him feel better about his broken leg and mandatory six weeks’ leave with pay from the NYPD.  

Originally, he’d only meant to test them out.  To give Bucky a definitive ‘yes’ or ‘no’ in reference to their quality so he could rest assured that his online purchase wasn’t a lemon.  

And it wasn’t.  They were good binoculars.

So good in fact, that he’d gotten kind of addicted to looking through them.  

Police Captain Steve Rogers of the NYPD was spying on his neighbors.  

But there was nothing on T.V and his leg was itching him inside his cast, so he had to do something to take his mind off it.  

It might as well be spying on his neighbors.  

Well, he’d hesitate to call them neighbors, really.  Neighbors were the people you called when your car wouldn’t start, or you needed to borrow a cup of sugar.  The people who lived in the apartment building adjacent to his weren’t really neighbors.  

But that still didn’t make it right to spy on them.  

Which was what he told himself the first time he plopped himself down in his desk chair and reached for the binoculars, peering out through the blinds because he knew it was wrong.

And each subsequent time he did it.   

It’s just…it turned out there was an interesting development across the street. 

There was this one window…not directly across from his, but on the same level.  It was about two windows down.  

It was a kitchen window.  And he’d been watching for the past few days as this girl broke up with her boyfriend.  

Bucky was teasing him about it.  Because the girl was cute.  

Yeah, she was cute.  But it wasn’t like Steve would ever have a shot with her.  What would his pickup line be?  “Hi, yeah…I watched you break up with your boyfriend from my bedroom with a pair of binoculars.  Wanna go out sometime?  I know you’re free!”  

No way in hell was he doing that.

Plus, he was pretty sure he knew her from somewhere.  But he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Besides, it had moved past being a crush and was now completely a Hitchcock-level obsession.  

The break up had happened in spurts throughout the past two days.  And now?  Now he wasn’t seeing the guy there anymore.

He did, however, through his obstructed view, see the girl carrying several garbage bags and boxes back and forth through the kitchen.  

Which, wouldn’t be a huge deal after a breakup, except that he didn’t see the ex-boyfriend EVER come to pick them up.  

And what made this a Hitchcock-level obsession was the large bloody knife she kept washing in the sink.  It was a really big chef’s knife.  And he’d been trying to tell himself that it wasn’t blood.  It was probably just…something that looked like blood at this distance.  

He was certain if he asked her, the answer would be completely innocuous.  

But she’d been washing that bloody knife at the sink all day long.  

And while Steve had intended to ask Bucky about it once he got home from work, he couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t innocuous at all.  

Which was why he was now hobbling down to her apartment, police badge in his pocket, with only the crutches for self-defense.

He knocked on her door.  He was certain it was her door, because he’d called some people back at the station to make sure there wasn’t a lobby level on the building.  

And when she answered it, she was wiping her hands on what looked like a bloody towel and his nerves just kind of got the better of him.  

“Don’t take this the wrong way…” he began, mentally kicking himself for doing this. “…but I broke my leg and have been spying on everyone in your building…and I could have sworn I saw you kill a man…care to explain?”  He yanked on his badge and held it out in front of him.  “Captain Rogers, NYPD.” 

The girl, the woman…she sighed heavily and tossed her ponytail as she squinted to inspect his badge.  “Is that legal, what you’re doing?”  

“Everything I saw happened in plain sight.”  

“Plain sight that you had to modify with binoculars.”  

He faltered, sputtering slightly because she had him there.  “Well…”  

“So, not only are you here, outside my apartment without a warrant or grounds for one…but you expect me to just…explain to you why I have this…sticky red liquid all over my hands?  Do you think I was just born yesterday?  Also…” she squinted up at him.  “How do you not recognize me?” 

He frowned.  “What?  I’m sorry…have we met or–”  

“Assistant D.A, Darcy Lewis?”  She pointed to her chest.  “We’ve seen each other in court.  A lot.”  

Realization dawned on him.  “Oh, right!  That’s where I’ve seen you before!”

She reached behind the door, plucking a jar of orange-red-something and pushing it into his hands.  “Blood Orange Marmalade.  That’s what’s on my hands, Captain.  I just went through a breakup.  And when I go through a breakup, I bake.  Or preserve.  Marmalade in this case.  Enjoy it.  And enjoy the rest of your leave.”  She waved once and reached for the door.  

“But wait…just one thing?” he asked, turning the jar in his hand.  “What about the bags?”  

“Those bags?” she opened the door wider and gestured to the pile of trash bags on the floor.  “My ex’s clothes.  He’s coming back to get them later, I wanted to have them all together.  Less time he has to be here, ya know?”  

He nodded. “Right…right…”  He glanced down at the marmalade.  “Thanks for…for this.  You didn’t have to…I mean…I was…”  

“Spying on me through my kitchen window?”  

“Yeah…” He trailed off, frowning.  “Wait.  How did you know it was through your kitchen window?”  

She shrugged, “I dunno.  Maybe I’ve done some spying of my own, Captain.”  She winked.  “So we’ll call it even?”  

He held out his hand.  “Sure.  We’re even.”  

She took it and shook it once, leaving it sticky when she let go.  

Right But Wrong

Requested. (twice)
Who: Jughead Jones
Quote: We had the right love at the wrong time.

[Y/N] weaved in and out of the growing crowd at Archie’s house. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at her former classmates acting like animals. Grabbing empty red solo cups and all the trash she could possibly see, she struggled to prevent a trail behind her. 

Throwing all of the trash in the kitchen garbage can, she sighed and tucked her hair behind her ears. It wasn’t like Archie to throw a party of this caliber despite his growing popularity status. Placing her hands on her hips, she looked around her. Memories of her running around in this exact kitchen when she was just a little girl flashed through her brain.

“[Y/N]!” Archie slurred. Stumbling towards her, he grinned. “You made it.” 

Eliciting a grunt when Archie fell into her, she tried to balance him. “Hey, Archie.” She mused, quirking a brow in his direction. “How much have you had to drink?” 

Shrugging, he spread his arms out wide and did a messy twirl. “Who the fuck cares.”

Nodding, “Alright, Arch. Let’s get you upstairs, yeah?” Placing a firm hand on his back, she guided him towards the stairs. It was an easier task to be said than done. [Y/N] struggled left and right trying to get him even out the kitchen. 

Pushing off of her, Archie slurred some more. “I don’t want to go upstairs, [Y/N].” Pouting, he pointed towards his mouth, “I need more.” 

“No sir.” She firmly said. 

“Need help?” 

Her head snapped up towards the voice she hadn’t heard from in a long time. Slowly nodding, she graciously accepted Jughead’s offer. Together they safely and securely tucked Archie into his bed. She chuckled as he passed out before they left his room. Looking at Jughead, she pressed a smile. Heading back downstairs, the pair put an end to the night. 

After a few hours of cleaning up the Andrews’ household, she collapsed onto the couch. Slouching down, she turned her head towards Jughead who sat in the armchair diagonal from her. “Thanks, Jughead.” 

Nodding, Jughead looked down at his fingers. It had been a long time since he had even been this close to [Y/N]. They had grown up together. His father, Archie’s father, and her’s all friends back in the day. Jughead and her had attempted the dating thing but it just didn’t work out. His home life was falling apart and hers was well, it was always a mess. 

Seeing her tonight welcomed back all those feelings he desperately wanted to make work. But, he was with Betty now. 

“You okay, Juggie?” [Y/N] inquired, wondering what was going through his head. 

“Uh, yeah, yeah.” Clearing his throat, he rubbed his nose and tried to make small talk. “Hows the family?” 

“Same old, same old.” She sighed. 

“Are they still, uh, still-”

“-rolling around with your dad?” She asked with a quirked brow, “Yes.” Leaning forward, she grabbed a silver object used to keep someone’s attention and started to mess with it. “Do you still talk to him?”

Shrugging, “Every now and again…”

“Yeah, I figured as much.” Running a hand through her hair, [Y/N] set the object back on the coffee table. “I actually saw him yesterday. Asked me why you and I ever broke up.” She shook her head, “It was a weird conversation to have because my parents never even knew.” [Y/N] refused to let her parents in on her life, not after they forced her to leave her friends and move back deep into Southside Serpent territory. 

Jughead sat in silence for a minute, reliving their moments when they were together. Squinting, “What did you tell him?” 

Standing up, she pressed her lips together as she tilted her head. “That we just had the right love at the wrong time.” Walking towards Jughead, she pressed a firm kiss on top of his beanie. Smiling, she gave a firm pat on his shoulder. “He told me that you’re with Betty Cooper now.” Nodding in approval, “I always liked her.” 

“Yeah….” He muttered.

“You be good to her now, Forsythe.” [Y/N] looked at him firmly in the eyes, “Betty Cooper isn’t the kind of girl you let slip through your fingers.” 

Jughead desperately wanted to respond that she wasn’t either but instead he nodded. “Got it, Captain.” 

Smirking, she gave his shoulder a tight squeeze and looked at the clock. “I’m going to head home. It was good seeing you, Jug. Let Archie know that I will never come to another party of his,” laughing, she shoved her hands in her jacket pockets. “But, if it’s just the gang, I’m all in.” 

Jughead nodded, sad to see her go. “Will do.” 

“Bye, Jughead.” 

Mario Kart (Josh Dun)

You huffed as you plopped down on the sectional next to Josh, with your bowl of popcorn in hand. He kept his eyes trained on the game in front of him; Mario Kart. Tyler was sitting next to him, equally engaged in the game, both determined to win against the other. You’d think this would be a light, happy game that everyone could laugh at and it was something that everyone could enjoy equally. But they played as if it was a war. There was no fighting, but Tyler was leaned forward as far as he could without falling off of the couch, and Josh was also hunched over, with eyes wide open and focused on the television. Of course, they weren’t angry at each other, they were just both very competitive.

You watched your boyfriend’s face as he rounded a corner in the game. You gave each little detail of his face a thought; the length of his eyelashes and how they fluttered when he got frustrated, the way his eyebrows were furrowed as he concentrated, his chocolatey eyes flickering slightly as the game commenced, his lips twitching subtly and unconsciously. You felt butterflies when you got to his lips. His soft lips that you could just jump on right this second, but you held yourself back, because it was rude to do that kind of thing in public.

You took a deep breath in and tore your eyes away from Josh’s lips long enough to look at the screen and see Josh’s kart pass the finish line first, and finally, the tension in the room broke, and they were back to themselves again. Tyler pretended to be devastated and Josh’s gorgeous smile broke past the very lips you had just been staring at. His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his eyes squinted as he laughed at Tyler. You wondered if you took a different form when he squinted his eyes.

“I want a rematch!” Tyler exclaimed, with a playful smile. You saw him move his remote to restart their game, since he had the Player 1 remote. You stretched and yawned, since this was probably the 10th time they’ve had a rematch, whether it was Josh calling it or Tyler calling it.

Josh glanced over at you when you made the strange noise as you yawned, and his eyes questioned if you could sit through another game. You chuckled at his expression; puppy dog eyes, stuck out lip (of course, in a joking way, as he would never do that seriously), upturned eyebrows. His yellow hair was tickling his forehead lightly, enough to make him drag a hand through it to get it to stop tickling.

“I guess I can sit through another game…” you said, teasing him. He grinned and scooched next to you on the sectional. He then turned his eyes to the screen again, waiting for Tyler to choose a track.

As you waited, Josh put his hand on your thigh and traced circles with his thumb. You giggled because it tickled your leg. He looked at you and smiled before moving his arm from your thigh to around your shoulders. He pulled you closer, and you snuggled into his warm side, and you blushed furiously as you felt his abs through his shirt.

You looked up and saw Tyler smirking at you and Josh. He suddenly turns serious and says “Don’t get too handsy with him. He’s my Jish.” And he turns back to the TV, having selected a track for their next round. You laughed and decided to watch their game instead of Josh this time. Besides, you could encourage him to win again, for the 6th time.

You were definitely okay with another game if it was like this every time.

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A/N: hey there! Thank you for reading! I will try to update every time I get the chance. and if you want me to write something in particular, I will write it for you! Please like, share, comment, and just keep reading! Thank you

the rest of the world was black and white (but we were in screaming color) 

a kissing in the rain ficlet for @fluffysuggle 

British weather is a temperamental best, never more so than in summer. When Aaron and Robert leave the pub the sun is peeking out from behind the clouds, lighting the road home in a pale orange glow. Halfway back, however, the skies darken and the heavens crack down the middle, releasing a torrent of rain that soaks them both to the skin in minutes. Robert grabs Aaron’s hand and breaks out into a run, dragging his husband behind him through the blinding downfall. The mill has only just come into view when Robert comes to a sudden halt, wincing in pain from a twisted ankle. Aaron can’t help but laughing as he watches him try to hobble forward.

‘Well I’m glad one of us is enjoying ourselves,’ Robert snaps, straightening up.

‘What? You’re getting old,’ Aaron says with a grin, taking a step towards his husband and resting his hands on his upper arms. ‘And besides. It’s just a bit of rain. What kind of Yorkshireman are you?’

‘The kind who doesn’t want to catch his death.’

Aaron squints through the rain at Robert, drinking in how he looks in this moment. Pink cheeks. Hair stuck to his forehead. Eyelashes slicked together. His usually faultless image is being washed away and something about that makes him all the more attractive. Aaron isn’t sure what possesses him, maybe it’s the beer or the way the rain has suddenly lightened the heavy summer air, but he curls his fingers in the front of Robert’s sodden shirt and pulls him close, pressing their lips together. It takes Robert a moment, but once the shock has passed he kisses Aaron back. Their bodies are warm against each other, and soon Robert’s hands drift up from Aaron’s waist to his hair, his fingers twisting in Aaron’s now unruly curls. Aaron’s own hands find Robert’s back, feeling the way his shirt clings to his skin, the thinness of the fabric under Aaron’s fingers making his breath hitch with desire.

This is stupid. Cliché. Ridiculous.

This is wonderful. Breath-taking. Romantic.

Lightning flashes overhead. Aaron breaks the kiss and looks up, leaning into Robert’s chest as he listens for the thunder. It comes a second later. Aaron smiles, because here, at the heart of a storm, he’s never felt more at home.

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::Doubt this will get much attention since it’s been so long, but here you go. Another super old request that I never even got to writing.::

                                                                                            -Nobody.


       A shift in the atmosphere had you shivering, someone was watching you work again and they had no friendly eyes. You did your best to ignore to piercing gaze at the back of your neck in favor of focusing your autopsy of the dead man. It must be a superior here to see if you were actually doing your job; that, or a nosy newbie infuriatingly curious to see how you worked with such a burden of a disability. You were only def, wasn’t like you were paralyzed head to toe, and yet they couldn’t believe it. Usually they would have come into sight with a tilted head and held out their hand for the latest report or just stood their with a dumb look. This one just stayed by the door; you sighed, hunching your shoulders and halting your knife work in favor of looking at your latest audience. 

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Goldilocks

AU where everything is the same in @ink-splotch‘s Leagues and Legends universe, except people can see soul bonds strung out between themselves.

Spoilers for Remember the Dust under the cut


The threads looked as though they would slip away from George’s fingers at any moment. They hadn’t used to; once upon a time they had coiled around her left fingertips to merge with the creases of her palms, just like - so far as she’d heard - everybody else’s. She’d had a fair handful, even if most of those were the ubiquitous gossamer connections she’d barely been able to see, but one or two had been strong enough to see clearly, only fading to invisibility when her closest friends and caretakers were out of the village.

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Sebastian Aho #1

Requested by Anon: Hello! Could you write something about Sebastian Aho being v v shy and he has a major crush on the reader so he seeks help from some teammates and he tries to flirt and he kinda stumbles over his words and stutters and gets v embarrassed except the reader finds it adorable

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1819

Author’s Notes: Sorry this took so long to get up! I really enjoyed it and I enjoyed writing it so I hope you do too! <3

Originally posted by nhl-canes

The end of the season party was just kicking off. You were lucky that throughout the year you became close friends with all the families and girlfriends of the Carolina Hurricanes team. That’s why you were invited to this celebration. One of your close friends Chloe (who just happened to be dating Justin Faulk) was standing next to you making conversation. You weren’t really paying attention because a certain young Finnish player wearing a suit and tie walked in. “So what do you think?” Chloe asked. You turned to her and gave her a quizzical look, “Umm sorry what?” you tried to cover yourself. She just looked at you and laughed, “You heard nothing I just said, did you.” You sheepishly shook your head. “I’m sorry, I just got distracted,” you lamely defended yourself. Once again Chloe rolled her eyes at you, “You got distracted because you’ve been staring at the door for the past ten minutes waiting for Sebe to walk in,” she said as she looked over at the door and saw him, “ahhh and so he has arrived. When are you going to make a move?” She questioned you. 

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In The Name Of Love: Part Five

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE // PART FOUR

                                               Summary:

You lived a life much different than any other married couple on the planet, it was full of action and mystery. But the only mystery that was unsolved was your marriage. Stuck in the boring routine of the lifeless marriage the both of you were caught in, Tony and Steve make plans to get the two of you back together - with the help of Bruce Banner. You had three weeks, and each session you noticed a change in your love life. But things could get far more messy than the both of you intended.

Notes: Bucky x Wife!Reader, TENSION, ANGST, Let me know what you think, and let me know if you want to be tagged. :) PLS REMEMBER THAT I LOVE U OK

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Bet you can guess what’s on his mind… ;)


Sam Friggin Winchester

You know when you try to play it cool, but you just can’t?

Like all you want to do is finish what you started, to hell with the consequences and who in the hell watches?

Yep. That’s me right now.

Sam friggin Winchester left me all kinds of sprung up before we took a seat in front of this witness. Goddammit, man. I can’t stand it. The burning desire deep in my core was starting to fill me up, making my whole body vibrate with want. 

And you know what’s worse? The way he was staring at me. Every chance he got, even when the witness was staring at him, he would send menthat look. You know the one. Where he would squint his eyes just slightly, hinting at the savage he was in bed. Yes. You heard that right. A savage. Sam was a freak in bed. But I guess everyone knew that. 

And he wasn’t making things easier. Especially when he licked his lips, eyeing me up and down the moment the witness turned her head to look out the window.

“Ex-excuse me for a moment,” I muttered, feeling my throat go dry. I quickly rose to my feet, and trying my damn best to maintain the sliver I had of my dignity, I kept my eyes off of Sam before exiting the living room and heading to the kitchen.

That was a fucking mistake.

The moment my hands touched that countertop, another pair of hands gripped my waist from behind, taking the breath from my lungs. I knew it was him. Who else would follow that grip with the pressing of his solid frame against my back? 

“You thought excusing yourself was going to save you from tonight?” came his hushed, sexy voice in my ear. I felt his lips grace my lobe and I suppressed a shiver. “Baby, I’m just getting started.” 

He whipped me around to face him, his hazel eyes piercing mine. At first, having this new Sam around, the one without a soul, that is, was a bit of a turn off and I wanted nothing more than to shove hot coal down his throat. 

Now however…with the way he was staring at me…

“I’m going to make you scream tonight, Y/N/N,” he whispered, his lips barely touching mine. “And you’re going to be begging me to keep going.”

My heart skipped a beat. Yep. I was definitely in for it tonight.

And I friggin loved it.


I hope you like this, @neversatisfiedgirl / @kalliravenne *hides face*

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To Be Seen

Summary: A crossover fic for @jensennjared ‘s Entertainment AU. Set in the world of Masters of Sex, this is a Destiel fic. Dean and Cas participate in Dr. Masters’ study on human sexuality. (If you haven’t watched Masters of Sex, you might want to google a brief synopsis, but the fic should still make sense without it.)

Word Count: 2400

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, sex for a medical study, mentions of the homophobia typical of the 1950s (the time period for this fic)

A/N: This one was fun to write. Hope y’all enjoy it! XOXO


“You did what?” Dean sets his lunchbox on the counter of their tiny apartment, the metal hitting the counter with a clang. He rests his hands next to the small box, leaning over slightly, trying to calm down before this turns into a real fight. Cas couldn’t have waited until after dinner? He had to blurt this out as soon as Dean walked in from work? He still had car oil on his hands, for fuck’s sake.

Cas slides up behind him, wraps his arms around him, and Dean feels a chin on his shoulder. “Don’t be mad until you hear me out, okay? Please?”

Dean doesn’t lean in to the touch, but he doesn’t pull away. “I’m listening,” he says through gritted teeth. “This better be good.”

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Send Nudes?

“So what made you two decide to date?” The interviewer asked Ashton.

There was a long pause where Ashton looked around with squinted eyes trying to remember. Then a smile formed on his face and he replied, “Well I can give you the answer that I tell people or the real one.”

“Both seem like they could be interesting so let’s hear the fake then the real.” The interview said.

“Ok, well fake answer is that while working together at the record label, ya know her being in charge of all organizational things and me being part owner, we got really close and I realized that I really like her. Real answer is that after she wanted to bang me on my super small couch I knew she was the one.” My eyes got huge. Ashton just said that so nonchalantly on live radio.

“I can confirm that is the real story because he called me a few hours after it happened and told me.” Michael said through laughs.

“I also know that is the truth because I was there when Ashton called Michael.” Calum added, “Also, from the look on her face right now, I can tell she is not happy to hear that you told people this on live radio”

“I am just shocked I haven’t heard this story.” Luke said while looking around at the boys, “I mean, they’ve been dating for 4 years and this is the first time I’m hearing this!”

“So Luke, you though the fake story was the real one?” The interview said.

“Oh no, the story I heard was that he asked her out on a date, it all when to shit, and then they went back to his place. Actually, as I’m saying this, I’m realizing I did know the whole story.” Luke said with his head in his hands.

Hours after the interview ended Ashton brought up the topic I had been thinking about all day. I wasn’t exactly angry, but I wasn’t too happy to know that millions upon millions of people knew how Ashton and I started dating.

“I can tell you’re upset about what I said earlier on the radio.” He came over to the dinning room table where I was working on studio schedules for the following week and sat next to me.

“I’m not upset or angry, I’m surprised you’d want to reveal to millions that I’m easy. I mean most people just say that they liked someone and wanted to date them. Instead you just start talking about sex.” I looked up at him with raised eyebrows for a few seconds then back down to my work.

“I never implied you were easy. I thought it would be funny to tell people that. As a joke because it’s so far fetched. You don’t come off as the easy type to people. Plus, you and I both know the story was more like what Luke said.”

“The delivery was funny, but I wasn’t expecting you to say that, but now you have a hype to live up to. You’ve talked about your sex life so now you have to keep getting more and more intimate with your fans.” I looked at him with a very serious face.

“What? No I don’t.” Ashton looked at me seriously, but then it turned to worry. “Do I?”

“You do. People now know this fact about you, they know you’ve had sex and will reveal it. So they will expect for you to tell them everything that happened in your life.”

“People say random shit all the time. What makes this different?” He squinted his eyes at me to see if I was telling the truth.

“I don’t know, but don’t be surprised when people start asking what kind of condoms you use.” I looked over at him and gave him a little smile.

“Well, should I just post nudes? Or is it too soon?” He said while sliding his phone out of his jeans pocket and unlocking it.

“Too soon. Wait till the the third revealing interview. You don’t want to scare them off.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHTON!!!

Btw, I’m feeling iffy in this. I hope everyone like it.

~Christina