Sometimes I feel so small and insignificant, like I have no place or purpose on this giant spinning ball. I feel as though I am one pixel out of billions on some large screen I cannot see and that if I were to flicker out, no one would notice and the image would continue to look just the same. But then I see the way you look at me – as though I am somebody special. Like the only thing you see on that whole screen is me and in that moment I know that I am important to you. I may not understand my tiny place in the bigger picture…. but I know when I look into your eyes that I am an irreplaceable part of it. I know without question that I am loved and that if I were to flicker out of existence, one persons view of it would be irreversibly altered forever.
You are my reason to keep shining.
Let's Pretend (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N: I got the name from one of the clothes shops of Saints Row V lol. I plan on making at least two more parts to this, I’m halfway through part two and have the beginning of part three in the works! ^_^. I’m sorry if there’s any misspelling, I get too excited and I tend to rush. Feedback is hella appreciated! - D.

Let’s Pretend: Tony finds a website of two shape shifting mutant pornstars who make their living impersonating the Avengers on their website and decide to show the team.

WARNING: Graphic details of sex. Swearing. Soon-to-be-smut. Second hand embarrassment lol.


“What in God’s name…” Bruce squinted at the large screen and adjusted his glasses, assuming his eyes were betraying him. But alas, they were showing the truth. You couldn’t help but gape at the screen as well as you read the obnoxious purple fluorescent words: Let’

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it was a porn site. But the content of the porn site is what shocked everyone. The two ‘actors’ were both shapeshifting mutants that made their living off of impersonating the Avengers. And they had a crap ton of videos dating back to early 2012. They’ve been doing this for five years. How Tony managed to stumble upon this? You had no clue and had absolutely no desire to find out.

But here you were, sitting awkwardly on one of the fancy shmancy stools that Stark owned, staring at the giant screen that Tony had set up in the common room, leaving no detail unnoticed by anyone. Everyone was already done with his shenanigans.

“Is this really what you interrupted my nap for?” Nat grumbled from beside you. She was dressed in a simple black tank top with sleeping shorts. Nat did not fuck around with her sleep when it came down to it.

“Oh come on, don’t act like you’re not the slightest bit curious,” Tony teased. You scoffed. The nerve of this guy. But he was right though. Only about 20% right. As much you hated to admit, you were a curious person. And this had aroused your curiosity.

The videos were all around ten to twenty minutes in length, the titles all in the irking Comic Sans that everyone hated. All of which were paired with two members of the team. These guys had no shame in it either. Everyone’s eyes caught on a particular three when Tony stopped scrolling. Those were the three highest viewing videos on the website. The third had a shocking two million views, but that wasn’t what made everyone’s eyes nearly pop out of their heads. It was who was starring in it.

In pink font was the title: “Scarlet Witch gets her holes resized by Vision!”

Jesus Christ.

You could practically hear Wanda’s internal screaming when you looked at the poor girl. Her face was entirely red. All the way down to her chest. Her usual calm gaze was replaced by one of complete embarrassment. While it may not have actually been her in the thumbnail, it certainly looked like her. She was kneeling in front of Vision in a very risqué manner. The only clothing on her being her red battle jacket she wore on missions and a red thong that barely covered her crotch.

“Forgive me,” Vision spoke, making us all turn towards him. Unlike Wanda, he seemed unaffected by the picture. He looked completely confused. “But how does one have their holes resized? Isn’t that anatomically impossible consideri-“

“Vision,” Steve pleaded, making the android instantly shut his mouth.

“Oh, speaking of our beloved American sweetheart,” Tony smiled wickedly as he scrolled to the next video. “What do we have here?”

The second video had a whopping seven million views, ranking it the second highest video on the website. And after seeing the two on the thumbnail, you instantly understood why. Sam and Bucky’s snickers could be heard from their side of the room as Tony purposely zoomed in on the picture. You heard Steve’s breath in sharply.

It was Steve, but unlike you’d ever seen him. He was handcuffed to a metal chair with his hands behind him, dressed only in white cotton briefs that outlined almost everything, leaving little to the imagination. Behind him was none other than Natasha, dressed in a black corset that hugged her curves perfectly, a matching black thong, and thigh high stilettos that looked almost painful to walk in. It looked like she was yanking his hair back in the picture, a devilish smirk on her red lips. And by the looks of it, they both were really enjoying it.

Above the picture was the title: “Bad Boy Cap Gets Punished by His Mistress, Black Widow!”

At this point, Sam and Bucky were howling with laughter. And even Clint began giggling. Steve looked like he was about to burst into flames with how red he was. His entire face and ears turned cherry red, making him look like the little virgin he used to be. It was no secret that he and Nat had a thing going on, it’s just that no one dared talk about it when the latter was present. She had no problem choking one of us out if we made any snarky comments. Everything was supposed to be low key. That is, until now.

“Well, well, well,” Bucky teased, wrapping his flesh arm around his friend’s shoulders. “I always knew you were on the receiving side, but Jesus, Stevie.” This time, you couldn’t help the giggle that came out. Scott and Sam began wolf whistling at the blushing blond.

The wolf whistles and laughter all ceased when everyone realized that Natasha was missing. The water bottle she held only a few moments before was rolling on the marble floors beneath you. That wasn’t a good sign.

“Mr. Stark,” Friday chimed, breaking the silence. “It seems that there is a fire in the garage. I can’t seem to find the source of it.” Tony’s eyes widened and he practically flew off the chair he was sitting in and dashed down the hall. All while screaming, “MY PROTOTYPES!” over and over.

That left the remainder of you in the common area. Half of you were too traumatized to speak, while the other half was too busy cracking jokes. That was, until Sam made his way to Tony’s laptop and began fiddling around with it.

“Oh man…” he whispered before covering his mouth. His shoulders shook violently as he fought to stifle his laughter

“What?” Scott asked from his spot on the couch. “Is it me? Did they photoshop abs on me like on 300?”

Sam scrolled to the top of the page and the entire room went silent. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you read the title of the highest ranking video.

“Princess Y/N Gets Birthday Creampie’d by The Winter Soldier!”

The thumbnail was a screenshot of you lying on a bed in pastel silk camisole that barely covered your breasts. You also noticed a little party hat on your head as well. Your legs were spread wide open, a blissed out smile on your face. Bucky, however, He was dressed in his usual combat gear, mask and everything, with the exception of his top. He was positioned in between your spread legs, his fingers underneath the waistband of the thong that barely covered your core. You couldn’t help but notice how predatory he looked, and you felt yourself growing wet in your jeans. His body was toned perfectly, almost too perfect.

The thought of him ripping your panties down and pounding you into the mattress invaded your thoughts and you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. You licked your lips, hoping to relieve the urge to crush your lips onto his. However, you didn’t dare look at Bucky, not after what you’d just seen. If anything, they were seeing more of you than him.

“That’s enough, Sam!” Steve’s demand caused everyone to jump and Sam exited out of the site. Besides all the arousal, you were embarrassed. You were an extremely private person and now everyone was able to see you in a way you only hoped to be seen by someone special. You felt exposed and vulnerable. And not in the good way.

You needed alcohol asap. Thankfully, Wanda read your mind and the two of you headed straight for your room; away from the craziness that just went down. You both planned to drown your insecurities with a nice bottle of whiskey.

Little did you know, a certain brown haired super soldier had his eyes glued to you as you walked away.

Imperfect Pair (01)

Originally posted by minseokked

Pairing: Reader x Jungkook

Word Count: 6.5k

Genre: Angst, (Future) Smut, ArrangedMarriage!AU (Kinda?)

Series: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | Epilogue

Description: The government is in charge of matching everyone up with a partner, the person they believe you are the most compatible with. You get assigned Jungkook, who looks perfect on his profile and even more perfect in person. You are later reminded however, that perfection does not exist, and not everything in life goes as planned.

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Science Aesthetics

I was feeling inspired last night, so I decided to make this purely for fun.

To the moon and back: Cold, dark nights clutching thermos flasks of hot coffee. Machinery whirring as telescopes trace a star across the sky. Intricate, geometric drawings of the celestial sphere. A messy bun and a NASA t-shirt. Filling in the logbook while punk rock blares in the background to keep you energised and awake. Pictures of nebulae and galaxies everywhere, because pretty space pictures is half the fun. Annoyed huffs every time someone mentions their star sign.

Natural Philosopher: Long, intellectual debates in coffee shops about mathematics, physics, philosophy. Chalkboards covered with equations and calculations in a precise, curving handwriting. That Eureka moment while deep in thought, expressed only with a small smile and a scribbled proof on the back of a serviette. Chaotic desks in front of bookshelves groaning with old textbooks. Antique lab equipment as functional decor.

Trust Me, I’m a Scientist”: Large computer screens running freshly-typed code. Neat lab books and PDFs of journal articles. The smell of whiteboard markers. Polished new equipment in a tangle of cables, hooked up to a digital oscilloscope. Exact amounts of chemicals in rows in metal shelves. Resting your feet up on the bench after a long day in the lab. The satisfying hum of your colleagues as they work on their experiments around you.   

Science Expedition: Dirt under your nails and a loosely-bound collection of field notes. Plant clippings carefully taken to be analysed back in the lab. Soft fur on tough, wild animals. The bitter smoke from eco-friendly firewood while you roast marshmallows and listen to a supervisor’s witty stories. Free-handing diagrams while looking through a microscope. Sketching flowers and that gorgeous ocean view from your last field trip. Reading Darwin on the bus home but falling asleep on your lab partner’s shoulder out of sheer exhaustion after the first three pages.

Life is a Science: Scrolling past an anti-vax facebook post and resisting the urge to burn down the internet. Shiny dissection kits and the sharp smell of formaldehyde. Making time to work out and pack a healthy lunch because your mind is sharpest when your body is well. Debunking the latest superfood fad with peer-reviewed journal articles. Making friends with some of the nicer med school kids in anatomy class. Colour-coded, neatly labelled diagrams and a thousand different terms memorised. Getting a double-helix DNA sculpture for your desk.      

What they show on TV isn’t real hacking: Rubbing your eyes after staring at a screen for five hours straight. Having a blank keyboard because all the letters are rubbed off already. Energy drinks in strange colours at strange hours. Being fluent in four different coding languages. Circuit boards and printouts. Ones and zeroes. Running jokes about turning everything off and on again. Rage-quitting when you realise you forgot a comma or a colon somewhere. Black screens with brightly coloured lines. The comforting click-click of fingertips tapping keys. Applying to intern at Google every three months because maybe they’ll take you this time. Writing a piece of code to do something simple just because.

Painful Beauty (Mark x FemReader) FLUFF

Originally posted by nacija

(( gif not mine - ah I love Ethan omg ))

(A/n): lmao so I just decided that this was pretty cute. I was reading through the prompt’s that I reblogged and I got inspired by number 23. I hate you

Summary: Mark, Ethan and Tyler do a video with you where they do your makeup with things they find in the kitchen.

Warnings: If I said there wasn’t any swearing and fluff, I’d be lying.


“Hello everybody! My name is Markiplier, and this is the kitchen face challenge!”

The introduction was cheery as per-usual. From the camera’s view, Ethan and Tyler stood on the right of (Y/n); with Mark speaking on the left.

The four were stationed in Mark’s studio, right in front of a large flat screen T.V that showcased a tranquil forest setting.

“Yayy….” (Y/n) uttered manageably, her enthusiasm forced and dry.

Ethen shared (Y/n)’s look of discomfort from beside her, shifting uncomfortably on his heels and giving the camera a cringy smile.

Ouchh,” Mark laughed along with Tyler before Tyler began to explain.

“So basically,” he took a glance at both you and Ethan “Mark is going to do (Y/n)’s full face and I’m going to do Ethan’s and at the end, who’s ever looks the best?” he drawed out and looked to Mark “Wins??”

“Exactly it Tyler.” Mark confirmed. “SO LET’S DO THIS. CAN WE GET 506,000,000 LIKES FOR HOT SAUCE EYESHADOW?!”

The camera zoomed in on Tyler’s face in silence.

They all laughed and broke apart.

“I’ll go get the tarps, yeah?” Tyler asked

“Yes, thanks Ty. (Y/n), you and Ethen go get your chairs that you will be sitting on,” asked Mark “and I will go get the tools~!” he finished in a manic, silly voice.

“Mark,” (Y/n) sighed and she turned to walk with Ethan “I hope you make me look fucking beautiful!”

❆  ❆  ❆

“Okay so I know you are my boyfriend and I should trust you,” (Y/n) began, leaning back in her chair “but I don’t.” she finished.

“NooOOooOoooOoooo…!” Mark whined “I trust me, so you should too.”

Tyler laughed and grabbed his phone.

“Alright, we each have exactly three minutes.” he said

“Ohh god.” groaned Ethen “(Y/n), let’s survive together, okay?” he held out a hand to said girl.

“Alright. You are my anchor.” she replied, dramatically grabbing his hand.

“CRANK(Y/N) CONFIRMED!” Mark and Tyler both shouted at the same time, causing you all to laugh once again.

“I guess I shouldn’t be saying that, because we are dating,” Mark chuckled “so, Ethen! Stay away from my woman, ya’ little blue bastard!”

Everyone laughed more.

“Okay, one… twothreego!” Tyler said quickly, hastily shoving his phone to the side.

“Oh, oh, okay!” Mark sputtered and looked at all the kitchen condiments below him, on the tarp.

“Way ahead of you.” Tyler stated, shoving some flour onto Ethen’s cheeks. “Beauty!” he said in some accent.

“LORDY, I cAN’T SEE!” Ethen wailed, beginning to paw at his eyes.

“DETAILS, DETAILS!” Tyler laughed loudly.

(Y/n) turned slowly to Mark and mouthed ‘please no’, the camera zoomed in on her face.

“Classic red lips is what I’m up for!” Mark said back, a goof smile on his face.

He took some Red Hot and dabbed a bit on his finger tip, being gentle when spreading it upon the girl’s lips. Tipping some also on her cheeks for extra measure.

“It burns.” she hissed, squinting her eyes.

“Beauty is pain, beauty is pain…” Mark repeated, continuing to scour the tarp. The brunette suddenly turned and winked in the direction of the lens. “That’s why it pains me to look at (Y/n) sometimes, because she is so damn pretty.”

“Awe~” she drawled. The Red Hot covered her actual blush.

“Well it pains me to look at you too Mark,” Ethan snickered “because you are so damn ugly.” and then he groaned again “That and this fucking flour makes it hurt when I open my eyes…”

Everyone laughed along with him.

“How much time we got?” Mark questioned.

“Thirty seconds.” Tyler replied. He was finishing up added a coco-powder beard to Ethen.

“Ah, balls!” Mark cried and at last minute snatched the vegemite. “Can someone say eyeshadow? Because I sure can.” he chuckled.

“I fucking can’t.” (Y/n) laughed as Mark applied the heavy spread to her eye lids.

“Time!” Tyler called.

Mark and (Y/n) both couldn’t stop laughing.

“I hate you.” (Y/n) sighed and didn’t even bother to open her eyes.

“Ya’ love me.” Mark said back, laughed his funny laugh, and leaned down to the girl’s face to give her a kiss.

(Y/n) could feel Mark in front of her and knew what he was looking for, so she gave it to him.

A sweet, Red Hot kiss.

“Oh my god, I hate you!” Mark cries dramatically, laughing quaintly “It. BURNS.”

“Beauty is pain.” the rest of them said in unison, bellowing with laughter.


(A/n): Ah this one is cute though. I really do like this one, even though it’s pretty short?? Oh well. It’s great.

If You Scratch Your Head, The Spell Will Be Complete

Take these words
Hear my voice.
Don’t look away.
This is for you.
I’m the whisper
In your head
Chanting your name.
It tickles your ear.
There’s a dark room
In your mind.
I sit alone
In a spot lit chair.
In front of me,
A large screen
With these words
You’re reading now.
I have no face,
But I chant your name
Take one moment.

Did you feel that?
The colder air
Against your hand?

Don’t be afraid.
Soon, you’ll hear your name
When there’s an itch
On your head.

Try not to scratch it.

(170223) @vyrl: #shinee japan commemorates the release of their fifth album #five. meet the big promotions in progress in japan.

shinee trucks running in tokyo, osaka, nagoya and fukuoka. 🚚 railway lines decorated with shinee images and large signboards 🚃 and screens on buildings around shibuya station. 🏢 #globalshiningshineeisthebest 👍

Can they hear?

I just came home from the gym and took a quick shower,

“Kian? Jc?” I shouted

“In here!” Kian shouted

I headed into the editing room where kian and Jc were with headphones looking at their rather large computer screens. I smiled and went to give kian a kiss, he was so focused… Which made it extremely attractive. He quickly kissed me and laid his eyes back on the computer screen while moving the mouse around and replaying some clips over. I could tell he was tense, so me being witty I glanced at Jc and seen he was too into editing to even notice his surroundings which meant I was in the clear. I stood up looking over kians shoulder and rested my chin on his shoulder while moving my hands up and down slowly behind his back. I got up and started to rub his shoulders, I could tell he enjoyed it by the way his eyes relaxed at each time I unknotted a knot. Sneakily I slid my hands down to his waist and gripping not too tight his bulge, I looked at him and giggled as he bit his lip. He took off His headphones and sighed in sexual frustration looking at me,

“Baby what are you doing?” He asks

“Nothing, I’m just… Helping you relax?” I say giving him puppy dog eyes while I bite my lip

I could see his eyes traveled from my eyes to my lips,

“Jcs right there… And I’m editing… You’re making it really hard to” he says

“He doesn’t seem to know what’s going on, and am I? Maybe we could…” I say signaling him

“You know I would but I have to finish up this video” he says

I get closer to him and whisper in his ear,

“Maybe you could finish me” while lightly nibbling on his ear

He groaned, “fuck..” He says under his breath

In that room we both felt heated, but Jc on the other hand… He was just editing away

“Jc!” Kian shouted

“Yeah?” He says taking off one ear set

“Uh.. I think I’ll finish editing later. I need to help y/n with something” kian says

“Yeah no prob. Just make sure to finish it” Jc says

Kian nodded then we headed upstairs, I was in front of him walking up the stairs. He slapped my ass and it made me giggle running up. He slammed the door shut and locked it,

“I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you baby” he says in a husky voice which caused me to bite his lip

“Please do” I responded

As we laid down we started making out, he gripped my ass and began to spank it which I yelped because I loved when he did that

“Now get on your stomach” he demanded

I did as told and lifted my ass into position, “God this is so worth it…” He says

I could feel his tip teasing me, “just do it!” I say

“I will, but you have to be quiet, Jc downstairs and Dom is a couple rooms down” he says

I nodded, then I felt him. He trusted in me and out of me. So fast,

“Fuck baby, faster… Harder” I moaned

As he continued to thrust into me he managed to continue to slap my ass and moaned. After we both finished we laid there, hot and sweaty.

“So why out of all day did you choose today to be so sexual with me?” He asks

“I like to see you edit, it’s turns me on” I laugh

He laughs too, “you’re weird babe” he says

We throw on our clothes and head back downstairs where Jc gave us the look,

“Dude I could hear you guys through my EARPHONES” Jc laughs

Kian laughed and there came Dom rushing down the stairs,

“Kiian Kiiiiian faster!” Dom mocked

“Shut up Dom” I laughed

“Surprised that you don’t like to be called daddy” Dom jokingly said to kian

“You’ll hear a lot more” kian responds

So much for being quiet…

I watched Moana on Nov 22nd in my theater and How Far I’ll Go has been stuck in my head since then.

I haven’t been moved this much by a Disney movie to the point of crying in so long. I think I cried like realistically, five times. But it felt to be more like at least 20.

Moana is beautiful. And reminds me so much of my homeland in the Philippines.

My mother doesn’t like animated movies much, as English is her second language. So they can be hard to follow. But when she saw the island culture, I know she was moved too and comforted to see something so beautiful yet familiar on a large screen.

Please go watch Moana. You won’t be disappointed.

Putting screen protectors on things is the Actual Worst Thing.

I Thought You Were Different: Book 4 (Part 7/?) (Deadpool/Stark x reader)

Part 6

It took the better part of two days and calling in a handful of specialists from the city, but Bruce had completed his evaluation of Tony’s condition and had called the team into the conference room for a meeting to discuss his findings.  Each of you filed in slowly until each chair was filled, but the silence in the room hung heavily as you waited; Steve took the seat next to yours rather than at the head of the table as he usually would, reserving that spot for the doctor, and so that he could keep a hold on your hand while you received whatever news he had, good or bad.

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Once A Player...

after you finish Assumptions can you write a criminal minds imagine where the reader is on the team and she gets kidnapped by the unsub and derek secretly likes her and freaks out when the team finds out and they have to find her and shit like that?? –anonymous

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“Hey, miracle worker!” Derek Morgan’s face popped over the desk divider, looking down at one of his coworkers as she typed away vigorously at her computer. She looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow, studying his face before she removed her glasses and rubbed the bridge of her nose.

“Derek Morgan, did you fucking break it again?” (Y/N) shook her head as she pushed her chair back and stood up, walking around to be behind him at his desk.

“I’m here to catch bad guys, not know all this technological crap!” Morgan laughed, moving out of the way so she could sit down and start typing away at the large error screen that was popping up on his computer.

“I thought Garcia fixed this for you last time?” (Y/N) finished her typing and returned to the page he had up previously, transcribing some of the tapes he had obtained while undercover on the last case.

“I think I’m a lost cause here, (Y/N)” Derek rubbed the back of his neck in slight embarrassment, making the large man look small in the moment.

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It’s dark and rather quaint. A soothing haze rolls into your mind as your hand wraps around your drink. It’s seven on a weekday, no sports games are on tonight so the bar is relatively quiet. You’re sitting across from the very handsome Bruce Wayne, his glass of scotch is still untouched as you’re on your second cocktail.

 For the past few minutes you’ve sat in mutual silence, broken only by casual mentions of the day’s events. His company is really more then enough for you. That is until footage of batman flashes across the large plasma screen television in the front of the bar. 

 "Looks like the batman is on the news again.“ Your voice pours out in varying notes of indifference.

 "It seems to be the usual now,” Bruce can’t help but smirk. “I guess he’s hot news.” You just shrug, lips arching into a wide smile. Your eyes flicker to him for a second, he’s watching you intently, taking in the curve of your lips and the look in your eyes.  Your eyes fall back to the glass filled with Amber-brown liquid, hesitating only for a moment. 

 Yeah why not, you think as you take another sip of your drink, it’ll be something to laugh about in the least. 

 "Did you know some people say he’s a vampire?“ Bruce’s eyebrows raise at that. A lopsided grin arching onto his lips. 

 "Really?” You nod enthusiastically, your eyes widening slightly as you take another sip. 

 "That’s why he only works at night y'know.“ The words come out oozing with sarcasm, and Bruce can’t help but chuckle.

 "Is that the only rumor?” You shake your head, his mouth is still arched up in a pleasant smile, and you can’t help but indulge him. 

 "God no, there’s actually a website full of theories oh him,“ He has to ask you for the web address later. "one of my favorites was that he’s actually half man and half bat.”

 "Oh really?“ You arch an eyebrow and shrug, Bruce is almost about to double over laughing. It’s a bit of a relief to know you don’t take any of these seriously.

 "Yeah, it was a freak lab accident or something. He had bat DNA spliced right into him.” You grin when Bruce finally laughs. 

 "That sounds like something from a bad comic book.“ You can’t help but laugh, nodding as you sip some more of your drink. You whisper numerous rumors about batman into his ear, the ice in his scotch melts completely by the time you get to your favorite rumor. Your leaning closer to him with your elbow, your lips only a few inches from his ear. 

The other patrons at the bar think it’s something scandalous, that you’re murmuring words of seduction. But then you burst out laughing and the illusion is ruined entirely.

 "I think my favorite one is that batman is an embodiment of every innocent spirit that’s ever been wronged in Gotham” You’re not laughing anymore and neither is he. There’s a soft smile on your face as your eyes are cast towards the television. “I think that’s the one that’s probably the closest to the truth.” You admit, the segment on batman has long been over. Catching Bruce’s gaze you talk quickly to explain yourself. “Not the spirit thing necessarily, but that’s what he does in essence. He protects the innocence, probably because he’s been wronged by an unjust system.”

 You’ve had quite a few drinks tonight, so you don’t feel Bruce’s hand sliding over your own at first, not until his fingers thread through your own. 

 "I believe that too.“ He says, you don’t know if it’s the haze from the alcohol, but it almost looks like there are tears in his eyes. His grip is snug as his warmth spreads all along your fingers.

 "Whatever he is, I’m glad he’s here.” It’s your attempt to lighten the mood, a brisk laugh escaping your mouth. He only lifts your hand, pressing a soft kiss against your palm. His effect is almost instantaneous, your face erupting into a flaming red. He can’t help but grin, it’s a sweet reaction, endearing even when it comes from you. His other hand digs into his pocket leaving a crisp hundred dollar bill on the table.

 "Come with me?“ The smile that curls onto your face makes him smile.


Guitar Hero

A/N: this was based on a request which was based off of someone’s headcanons of steve playing guitar hero bc that’s how u get the ladies. idk but i made it w bucky bc he’s my bae. also this is the first smut ive written in like two months so yikesy if it’s bad. pls tell me its bad. (i should never be allowed to write)

You were sitting on a bar stool as Natasha talked to you about Clint, but you weren’t listening. You were too focused on Bucky who was standing in front of the tv, standing next to Steve as the two played against each other on guitar hero. A crowd had formed around them and cheered them on as they progressed to faster songs. Every now and then Bucky would throw his head back with laughter as he saw Steve struggle to keep up. Everyone’s eyes were on the large tv screen that showed both of their guitars and notes that they needed to hit, except for yours. Your eyes were focused on Bucky’s fingers as they moved along the keys, pressing them down gently but with enough force that if you trained your ears hard enough, you could hear the plastic keys meeting the metal underneath it.

“You like what you see?” Nat questioned with a smirk on her face. Her voice seemed distant as you watched the two super soldiers play.

“Uh, yeah,” you breathed out without thinking about what you said.

“Oh really?” Natasha spoke again as she came around the bar, gently swinging her drink back and forth in her glass.

“What? No, what?” You stuttered as you focused all your attention back to Nat. It was hard looking away from Bucky’s fingers, the way they moved, it was almost hypnotizing.

“Okay then,” Nat said with a wink before leaving you alone at the bar. You tried to focus on other things that were going on at the party, like watching Thor tell tales of Asgard to some of Steve’s veteran buddies or Tony and Rhodey speaking to girls. Anything else, but the thought of Bucky’s fingers always brought you back to looking at them.

“Fuck it,” you mumbled to yourself as you turned your attention back to Bucky. Your eyes roamed his body, starting from the bottom, slowly making your way up. You briefly stopped as you watched the languid movement of his fingers over the keys, the way his metal fingers moved made the heat between your legs grow causing you to cross your legs tighter. Eventually your eyes went further up his body, to his shoulders and you could see how his muscles were tensing as he continued to play. Suddenly, you made eye contact with Bucky as he wore a smirk on his face and something about that smirk told you that he knew what you had been doing the whole time. Blushing, you quickly swiveled in your stool towards the bar, asking the bartender to serve you another drink. The coolness of the drink hitting the back of your throat cooled you down for a brief moment but when you felt the warmth of a body behind you, you knew that no amount of alcohol or water could refresh you.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Bucky’s low and husky voice asked you in your ear. You could feel his hot breath fan across your ear, sending chills down your spine. You gulped as you subconsciously squeezed your thighs tighter together, trying to create some sort of friction.

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Netflix and Chill: Saphael Style

A Saphael Fanfic

Story by: @hoffkk

Story requested by/written for: @ellenarcher

Summary:  A Saphael date night where Raphael discovers The X-Files and how much he truly loves Simon.

Notes: Love ya, Madison! Enjoy the adorableness that is Saphael! 

P.S. I hope everyone else enjoys it too! Don’t be afraid to share your thoughts with me!


“You can’t be serious.”  Raphael stated emphatically.

“What?  It’s a classic.”  Simon said, gesturing toward the large plasma screen with the remote.

“I don’t think I’d consider The X-Files a classic.” Raphael replied skeptically, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Oh, come on. Just give it chance.  I promise you won’t regret it.”  Simon pressed on, offering his boyfriend an adorable smile.

“Didn’t you say the same thing to get me to go out with you?”  Raphael asked knowingly.

“Yep.” Simon nodded.  "And guess what?  I was right because you took a chance on me and have no regrets.“ He added, stepping closer to Raph and intertwining their fingers together using his free hand.

"Debatable.” Raphael teased, relishing the feel of Simon’s touch.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” Simon retorted dryly.

Raphael chuckled before responding, “In all seriousness though, I’m not sure The X-Files is my thing.”

“It’s everybody’s thing!”  Simon promised.  "It’s got everything… humor, mystery, drama, a little romance…“  He said, dragging out the last word as he ran his hand up Raphael’s arm to his elbow and then back down in a seductive-like manner.  If Raphael was alive, he would be covered in goose-bumps from the action.

"And aliens.” Raph noted.

“Exactly!”  Simon cheered excitedly, then he noticed Raphael quirking a brow and it suddenly hit him.  "Wait… are you telling me you don’t like aliens?  How can you not like aliens!?“  He questioned, completely exasperated.

"They’re just so… unrealistic.”  Raphael stated matter-of-factly.

“Says the head vampire to his sexy vampire boyfriend.” Simon smirked.

“Fair enough.” Raphael nodded as he tried to stifle a smirk of his own before he continued. “I suppose I could watch one episode, but it’ll cost you.” Raphael said will a devilish look on his face.

“Done.” Simon retorted quickly, then before Raph could blink, Simon tossed the remote on the couch, grabbed the collar of his boyfriend’s shirt, and yanked him forward, crashing their lips together forcefully.

After sharing a long, hot kiss, they parted and a grinning Raph said, “You may hit play now.”

Simon’s smile grew impossibly bigger as he grabbed the remote and pulled Raphael down onto the black leather sofa all in one motion.  Once, they got settled on the couch, cuddled in next to each other with their feet on the coffee table in front of them, Simon placed his head into the crook of Raph’s shoulder and hit play, feeling perfectly content.

It didn’t matter that Raphael only agreed to watch one episode because that was all it took to get him hooked.  Before they knew it, they had binged the complete first season and were six episodes into season two.  At this point, their positions had slightly shifted.  Raph was slouched down more, feet still on the table, while Simon was now laying across the sofa on his back, perpendicular to Raphael whose chest he used as a pillow.  Raph had been absentmindedly running his fingers through Simon’s brown locks the whole time, until the most recent episode ended.  At the ending of 2x06, Raphael was frozen in disbelief.

“OH, MY GOD!” Raphael cried out as hit sat up straighter. “THEY ABDUCTED HER!”

“Yep.” Simon said, humoring his boyfriend as he settled his head on Raph’s lap.

“How can they do that? I mean, they can’t just take her away from Mulder like that!  They’re meant to be!  They’re soul mates!!!” Raphael ranted on.

“Totally.  That’s why I’m sure everything will work out.” He told him, giving Raph a reassuring pat on the chest.  "Besides–“ Simon was about to remind him that they had several seasons to go so it was likely that she’d be fine, but he was suddenly interrupted by a whimsical tone. Digging his phone from his pocket, he hit accept button and spoke, "Hey, Clary, what’s up… uh huh… uh huh… yeah, sure…see you in ten.”

He rose to a sitting position as he ended the call, snapping Raphael out of his thoughts long enough to say, “Where are you going?”

“Clary is planning a surprise birthday party for her mom.”  Simon answered, turning to face the television set and place his feet on the floor, so he could put on his shoes.  "She needs me to help her make a photo collage and a playlist for the DJ.“

"But what about our marathon?” Raphael queried, not ready to stop quite yet.

“Babe, we’ve been watching The X-Files for over 24 hours straight.  I think we’re due for a little break.” Simon retorted, tone dripping with amusement at how obsessed his boyfriend was with the show.

Sitting upright on the couch, Raphael protested, “but it’s a cliff hanger!  We can’t stop now.”

“Look, we’re vampires, we don’t need sleep, so when I get back we can watch the show all night long… and do a few other things while we’re at it.”  Simon assured him with a wink and a loving bump of the shoulder, wanting nothing more than to make his man happy.

Raphael offered up a smirk and replied, “Fine… so, how long will you be hanging out with your mundane?”

Clary is great at party planning, but also pretty technologically challenged when it comes to computers, so it’ll be a little while… two, maybe three hours?”  Simon told him.

Raph sighed then responded dryly, “I suppose I can be dead without you for a little while.”

“On that note, I’ll see you later.”  Simon said, giving his boyfriend a quick kiss on the cheek before speeding away.

Before he could make it out the door, Raphael used his own supernatural speed to intercept him and then used his strength to slam him into the wall affectionately.  

“What the hell?” Simon asked, caught completely off-guard by the movement.

As Raph gripped the front of Simon’s shirt and stared mischievously into his eyes, he smirked and said, “Is that anyway to kiss your boyfriend goodbye?”

A small smile formed on Simon’s lips, but he didn’t say anything, so Raphael continued, “I think- no… I know you can do better than that. As a matter of fact, I–” Before he could utter another word, Simon had Raphael pinned against the wall on the opposite side of the room with his lips pressed firmly against his.  Simon let his tongue explore Raph’s mouth for a long moment before he pulled back, gave him one last lingering Eskimo kiss, and sped away into the night.

Raphael couldn’t help but smile as he walked back over to the couch with a noticeable spring in his step. He used to think Simon was just an annoying mundane, then just an annoying newborn vampire, but now he thought of Simon as one of the best things to ever happen to him.  All the things he once saw as irritating about Simon, he now found endearing.  Life, or in this case the afterlife, was a funny thing and love was even funnier, and right now Raphael was enjoying both more than he ever thought he possibly could.