linger a little longer

Imagine Mary realizing both of her sons, Sam and Dean, are in love with the same girl, you.

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

Originally posted by soluscheese

“Morning.” Sam mumbled as he walked into the kitchen and saw you, Mary and Castiel there, you still cooking the pancakes and her setting everything else up for breakfast with Castiel’s help.

“Morning sweetie.” Mary smiled up at him as he leaned down to kiss her cheek before he turned to take a good look at you.

“Wow” he breathed out and you looked at him for a second before in the end giggling as you tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“What?” you asked, looking up at the older man as he blinked rapidly, staring at you almost awestruck. You glanced at his mother that was still there but luckily was not looking at the two of you.

“You just- I never thought you’d look this good in my clothes.” he said with an adorable dimpled smile as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

You laughed looking back at the food, after glancing down at yourself for a moment. You weren’t in the mood for trying really hard so along with the messy hair you had stolen one of Sam’s flannels that could work as a dress for you and wore it. It was a nice chance compared to you wearing always Dean’s shirts. There was something similar in this, both their clothes made you feel at peace, they had a certain scent to them that brought the same kind of comfort their hugs did but at the same time that scent was so different. And it reminded you instantly of whose clothes you were wearing.

“Thanks” you bit your lip, opting to look only at the pancakes as you felt your cheeks heat up. You had a soft spot for the younger Winchester, you couldn’t deny that, you were really close and had many things in common. He was sweet and kind, gentle and caring. You knew that when you needed to talk to someone he would always be there for you. You were like a little sister to him, as far as you knew at least, even if for you he meant a lot more than just family. But you weren’t going to do something to risk what you had, you’d much rather bottle up your feelings than ruin all of this.

Besides, he wasn’t the only one involved in all of this.

“But- if you want it back I could give it. I’m sorry I didn’t ask I just- it looked too comfy and I-” you started rambling, trying to find an excuse for yourself but he shook his head.

“No, no no!” he said a little too fast and you bit your lip at his reaction “By all means-” he breathed out “-You can keep it, it looks better on you anyway.” he said adorably and you grinned.

“Thank you Sammy.” you stood on your tiptoes and kissed his cheek, making his smile even wider.

“So- what do you want with your pancakes, you didn’t tell me?” you asked and he paused in thought for a moment.

“Uhm I think I’ll go with some eggs today.” he paused in thought.

“Do you want me to make them?” you asked, ready to start on them already but he shook his head with a laugh.

“No you already do enough for us.” he pecked your forehead “I’ll do that myself.” he winked and started working on them next to you as you still laughed and chatted happily.

“You know I love taking care of you anyway.” you mumbled with a shy shrug and he smiled warmly.

“Yes, and I know it. But it’s not bad if you take a break once in a while and let us do all the work.” he said matter of factlyand you just shrugged “You know you deserve it.”

“Not as much as you guys do honestly I-” you shook your head, flipping another pancake.

“Dare you complete that sentence.” it was Dean’s stern voice but the moment you looked at him he had a small smile on. You sighed, knowing you weren’t going to win this fight against both of them so you just shook your head.

Oh and he also happened to be the other person involved.

“Morning guys.” he greeted as he kissed Mary and came towards you, not missing a chance to wrap his arms around your waist.

A small squeak left your lips as he pressed his body against yours and you both chuckled in the end as he kissed the back of your head “Damn smells amazing.” he breathed out as he looked over at the pancakes.

“Thought you’d like them, and in case you are not really into pancakes today I made some cherry pie for you.” you smirked and he looked at you with a wide grin.

“Gosh” he breathed out with wide eyes that made him look like a little kid on Christmas day “Marry me!” he grinned and you laughed.

“You’d have to take me out first, Winchester!” you said as you heard him laugh as he squeezed you, burying his face in your hair.

“Anytime princess.” he mumbled, nuzzling his face before in the end he leaned down and kissed your neck.

You giggled as his morning scruff tickled you and you turned your head to peck his cheek, making him smile down at you. It felt so refreshing to see him like this. It has been such a long while since you saw Dean so carefree.

Of course you had gotten the chance to see him relax sometimes, when it was just the two of you and he’d let loose, but those moments were rare. It mostly was you holding him as you either sat in silence or he talked to you about a nightmare- or whatever was worrying him at the moment.

Your relationship with Dean was different from that of Sam. While with Sam you were all playful, most of the time, and acted all cute together: watching movies, reading books and talking about all kinds of nerdy stuff your relationship with Dean was more contact and less words. You’d spent many nights in each other’s rooms just holding each other, gazing into each other’s eyes like some love-sick couple – well you were love sick you couldn’t deny it at least to yourself – and only sometimes talking. Dean wasn’t really a man of words so when it came to just the two of you he talked about only the things that troubled him. But even the few words were enough for you to get a look into his world. Heck, the mere fact that he trusted you with his thoughts and feelings was enough to let you know how important you were to him.

Of course there were serious moments with Sam as well, he too trusted you with his worries as well, and as that there were funny moments with Dean. Both brothers were very similar but at the same time your relationship with each of them was completely different. Each one of them completed a side of you that in returned completed them as well.

“Hey you two-” Sam’s voice got Dean’s attention. You looked at him to, luckily, see he had a small smile on his face “You’re not alone alright?”

“Sadly” Dean added and you giggled as Sam shot him a bitch-face.

“Why don’t you prove yourself useful and and prepare some bacon huh?” Sam obviously found an excuse to get him away from you.

“Oooh yes, love me some bacon!” Dean said with a glint in his eyes and you chuckled at how childish he was being.

“But first-” he said cupping your face as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, his lips much like Sam’s previously lingered a little longer than they should have. He looked down into your eyes, exactly like Sam had done, and offered you one last gentle smile before going back to playful him and started working on his bacon.

The three of you still talked and laughed as you had each Winchester on each side of you. Her sons’ laughter caught Mary’s attention and this time she took a real good look at the three of you. For a second she smiled fondly at how childlike you were all being, happy that her kids looked so carefree around you, but when realization downed on her hersmile faded away.

“Mary?” Castiel’s low voice caught her attention as she looked at the angel.

“Are you alright?” he asked with a small frown.

“Should I be Castiel?” she sighed sadly “I mean, how can I even be? At first I was happy about Dean but now- seeing this-Knowing that my one son’s happiness depends on the other’s grief- how can I be happy?”

“What- what do you mean?” Castiel frowned with a tilt of his head and she looked from the three of you to him.

“I thought seeing my sons fall in love would be something great. I just didn’t know it was going to be with the same girl.”

Fuel to Fire (intro)

Stucky x reader

Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f) 

Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting. 

A/N: This is the introduction to the tattoo-shop AU, a Stucky x reader story that could be compared to my earlier series: Savages. I have no idea where this is going or how long it’s gonna be. I’m just gonna see where it takes me. 

“Buck-.. you think we’re gettin’ boring?” Steve muses, his arms behind his head, relaxing against his pillow as he stares up at the ceiling.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Steve” Bucky groans, popping up somewhere below Steve’s belt, pushing his hair away from his eyes. “m’Tryin’ to suck your dick here, you mind?”

“I don’t, actually” Steve grins. “I was just thinkin’”

“Yeah. I know” Bucky shuts him up, pinching his husband’s side, earning a yelp in turn. “Stop it and let me suck your pretty cock”

“Baby, c’mon, hold on a minute, okay?” Steve pleads, putting on his best pouting face and big blue eyes.

Bucky groans, rolls off his husband, “Okay, okay. Stop with the eyes already. What’s on your mind?”

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ways andrew and neil show affection:

  • andrew helping neil out of his gear when he blows his arms out during a game and can barely lift his racquet anymore
    • if neil notices how andrew’s hands linger a little longer on his skin than they should, he doesn’t mention it
  • andrew waking up to the smell of coffee, and a just-came-out-of-the-shower-and-dripping-wet neil, messing around in their kitchen making breakfast for them both
    • he’ll never admit it, but neil does it mostly so he can have andrew’s silent thank you kiss on the back of his neck
  • sitting on the couch or in a booth or anywhere just a little too close, just so that their thighs touch and neil can remember that this is home
  • andrew letting neil’s head loll on his shoulder when they’re in the bus back from a game and neil is too exhausted to stay awake 
  • ‘i hate you’
  • walking side to side close enough that their shoulders bump every few steps
    • on the best days, andrew holding neil’s pinky with his own
  • neil leaving notes every morning before going for a run, and ending them with ‘i’ll be back’ everytime
  • when they’re watching tv, andrew letting neil lay his head in his lap and carefully running his fingers through the mess of his hair, brushing his bangs out of his face and tucking them behind his ears
    • (neil has never been able to tell who doing this calmed down more)
  • the familiar weight of andrew’s hand on the back of his neck, and a calm but strict ‘abram’ spoken into his ear
  • neil sleeping on the couch on nights andrew can’t stand having him close, and never asking for more than what he’s given
  • ‘yes or no?’
  • the weight of the name ‘neil’, pushed into his mouth along with andrew’s tongue, grounding him and making his head spin 
  • sharing cigarettes and kisses on rooftops in the cold and dead of night until neither of them can feel their lips or fingertips
  • ‘stay’
Courage

Requested ages ago by @grace-for-sale​. Hope you like it!

Summary: AU in which Dean and Cas are both high school teachers. Dean has a crush, but no courage to do anything about it.

Word Count: 1600ish

Warnings: None. I wrote something without smut. What??


“You’re late, Mr. Winchester.”

“The bell was literally ringing as you said that, Lydia,” Dean smiles. “I think we can all let it slide.”

Lydia smiles back and starts sharpening her pencil in the sharpener by the door, where she’s clearly been waiting for him. “I can let it slide,” she agrees, “since you were just out there talking to Mr. Novak.”

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Jax flirting with you would include :

(Woooo more fluffy prompts! Aaaww my first SOA prompt :3 Yay Jax!! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

-Him always smirking at you when he walks into the clubhouse until you’d acknowledge him

-Him winking at you when you do something impressive or when he hands you something you needed

-Him giving you a hand even if you don’t necessarily need it, only to start a conversation with you

-Him wrapping his arm around you casually whenever he stands behind the bar with you, only for you to look at him weird and him to laugh it off

-Him telling to hop on his bike whenever he hears that you need to go get something

-Him calling you “Babydoll” just to make you blush and teasing you when you do

-Him going to your house to make sure you’re safe whenever the club gets into some trouble with another gang

-Him telling you to crash in his room at the clubhouse whenever there is a lockdown, only to end up chilling with you

-Him always lingering a little longer when you would hug him, only for you to feel his hands traveling a little lower than your waist

-Him always turning to kiss your lips when you’d kiss him on the cheek, only to be teased for it by the others

anonymous asked:

Just think jealous Shawn at a party or something and he's like hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek and making sure that guy that keeps looking at you knows that you are definitely his and like dirty looks and waist grabs and kisses that last a bit longer because Shawn needs to be reassured your into him and ugh

He’s got his arms wrapped around you like it’s got a purpose.

Got his head snuggled into your neck as J Cole plays through his friends house, and as the hard back beat floods through your ears, Shawn joins with the soft feel of his lip. He’s insatiable – has been all night. Couldn’t keep his hands off of you, was always bobbing around like a lost puppy.

At first it was just a slung arm over the shoulder, but now it’s a full blown assault – arms wrapped around your waist, head on your shoulder as he sways your intertwined bodies to the music.

You went to comment on it, but when you’d turned to him over your shoulder, he’d sent you a look like he’d been caught – eyes semi wide and smile even wider. Winked – carried on what he was doing (even tightened his arms around your waist and started brushing his lips across your bare neck)

You’re feeling a little second hand embarrassment, public displays of affection isn’t really your thing (especially when you’re mid conversation, chatting about that one time when Jenny fell through a roof running from the cops, it’s interesting, but god dammit Shawn’s distracting you)

It’s only when Shawn’s kisses start to last a little longer, lips linger, fingers slip onto the waistband of your jeans do you comment. The group of people you were talking to has gone – off to get a refill – and it’s just the pair of you, Shawn leaving puckered welts across the shell of your neck.

You lean back a little, reveal in the feel of his desperate kisses before you reach around and run your fingers through the curls at the base of his skull.

He gives you a soft hum of appreciation. “What’re you doing bubs?” You go, letting out a breathy laugh as you close your eyes and sigh into him. He grins against your neck, moving you to the now mellow melody slipping through the speakers – swaying you with his hips and grip at your waist.

“Lovin’ on you” he mumbles in return. You feel him speed up with a hollow groan, mouth suck a little too hard at the shell of your neck and you turn, catching him by surprise when you face him.

He’s got a knitted brow, almost looks like he’s sulking – pretty with his red blushed cheeks and swollen lips. He’s been caught, and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, and you brush your fingers across his jaw just as he flicks his eyes over your shoulder.

He’s consumed in something for a second, the brown in his eyes start to bleed black, jaw clenches and he’s got his arms around your waist again. Shawn’s got you splayed against him in a matter of seconds, hands suddenly pushing up against his shoulders as he looks down at you – under his lashes – with a sly, yet visibly tense, smile on his face.

“Shawn, what the hell?” You comment, still playful, but he knows you’re confused at his sudden show of affection. Instead of answering your question, he licks his lips and looks at yours.

Moving one hand from your waist, he reaches up and brushes his thumb across your cheek. “You okay?” You speak, frowning. He tries to send you a reassuring smile, yet it falters when he checks up on whatever is over your shoulder. Frowning further, you turn and follow his gaze, finding the reason for his frustration and it’s holding a red solo cup and a hungry gaze.

"Will be when that asshole stops staring”

"Probably looking at you babe” you try to joke while stifling a laugh – the guy looks away for a second and tries to focus on the wall just as Shawn snorts. “Don’t think I’m his type”

You glance at your boyfriend who’s all jealous and frustrated, all pursed lips and heated eyes and honestly? It’s not cute anymore – it’s kinda hot, in a fucked up, needy, possessive kind of way you never knew you liked. “No?” You ask him, quirking a brow before turning back to Mr khakis and polo shirt.

"Want me to go ask him?” You then laugh, and Shawn replies with an inward groan and a roll of his eyes. You turn to him with a grin, and he’s a little less tense, his jaws still clenched though – neck veins prominent as he looks over at Mr boat shoes and digital watch.

“I’ll do it-“ he starts, but before he goes and creates a scene, you clasp his cheeks in your hands and get him to face you. His eyes find yours immediately, settling on your features as his cheeks blush and knit in his brow loosens.

Chewing at your lip, you reach up with a soft smile and catch his lips in yours – quickly running your tongue across his bottom lip with a low hum of adoration.

Shawn falls into it seamlessly, mouth moulding into yours as they rock against each other, kiss a languid yet deliciously heated show of your affection.

His hands slip into the back pockets of your jeans and you don’t miss him give your ass a squeeze, holding the cheeks firm in his wide palms as he chuckles lowly.

“Mine” is all he says, and you don’t even give him a reply because you’re lost in it, in the way he sucks at the tip of your tongue before groaning – low and deep. You only nod desperately, let him be a little dominant because he needs it, needs to be reassured that you’re his and he yours.

You don’t miss him glance out across at Mr body spray and hair gel mid kiss, eyes squinted – dirty – and you run your hands around the back of his head before tugging at his curls. He comes back to you with a smug smile and as you bask in his proud nature, he bumps his lips against yours.

"I’m into you and only you” you whisper, and he nods – knowing it’s true, just can’t help the fleeting thoughts of your inevitable exit.

Just as the song changes, Shawn kisses your lips again and sighs, whispering “My girl” against your lips before he starts to sway you to the different tune with a smug grin plastered on his plump lips.

Great Comet Things

So here’s a list of great comet tidbits from the last two times i saw it. I made another post about the first time i saw it a while ago that has my some other moments of interest. Honestly I’ve now seen this show three times and I still feel like I missed a million things

-I know a lot of people talk about this but Marya wears a black leather jumpsuit and holds a riding crop during the duel and also is having the time of her life on the platform by the door playing a big drum during balata

-i think it was during pierre but there’s just a neat moment where four different men are lined up playing guitar

-Andrey gives Natasha a necklace right at the beginning of the show, and then later during charming Helene actually takes it off of her, gives her one of her necklaces, and keeps the andrey necklace for herself

-oh also during the first half of charming natasha is in her underwear

-right at the beginning of no one else the entire lighting of the theatre changes to blue

-right after the duel anatole and helene mime this little “boxing” moment its just really cute

-When Anatole and Natasha first kiss during the ball, that sound is actually the entire ensemble doing rings around the rim of the their glasses. They each stop one by one and the last person to let go is Helene who lingers a little bit longer than everyone else, and there’s a dim spotlight on her as she stops

-during dust and ashes the ensemble is all over the theatre doing those backup vocals, but they come out in the mezzanine almost in like a procession, and line up all the way across the mezzanine, and also all the way down the aisles in the orchestra. It had a very like voyeuristic quality? Like Pierre is being looked over by all these people it’s really beautiful

-in a call to pierre, when marya sends the letter, paul pinto carries it over to pierre and those hanging lights like light up to follow the letter? its on that big ascending run in the music and you can really only tell when you sit in the mezzanine but its a cool effect

-during the opera if you sit in the mezzanine, after the initial opera part when it gets to “in the second act there were tombstones,” gelsey bell and paul pinto come up to the mezzanine and continue to mime the opera

-during one of the newer parts in the abduction when music gets all big and grand, there’s a man on the stage by the door at the top doing like that russian dance where you’re on your heels and then bounce up, but really slowly, BUT there’s also a man up the mezzanine doing the exact same thing and they’re facing each other almost like they’re having a dance off from across the theatre and they both have huge spotlights on them

-there’s about five million things that are happening during the abduction actually so i won’t go into all of them, but i also love the “accordion-off” that sort of happens between the two women who play it

-if you watch the tony performance you can catch a lot of the other little moments like natasha smashing a painting over balagas head, of course the making out, and everyone throwing what i think are pages of war and peace everywhere 

- so when they do the fur cloak part an ensemble member comes to the front and acts out the whole thing while playing violin, her name is pearl rhein and when i talked to her at stage door i was like “i love your feature!” and she just goes “ME TOO!” and then goes “yeah people always ask me what my favorite part is and i just go well my part!” it was so cute

-there’s one or two times in the show when sonya and anatole cross paths on stage and she just glares at him

-when natasha poisons herself marya and sonya are both sitting onstage in the audience, and i’m pretty sure sonya immediately stands up, but i know marya does, an the she just watches her before they run after her offstage

-dolokhov plays the guitar during natasha very ill which i found neat

-its so funny when pierre sings “unable to find the sleeves” at the end of pierre and natasha, i’m pretty sure that at every show i was at the audience thought he had messed up and ad-libbed that

-when i talked to grace clean at stage door i told her i loved her music and she said there should be an album very soon if anyone was curios

-when i met paul pinto at stage door i told him that he has insane energy and he just goes “yeah it must be all that cocaine” before laughing and going “WAIT don’t do drugs”

Guy What Takes His Time*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Featuring: Natasha, Wanda, Sharon (mentioned) and Sam.
Rating: Mature
Summary: Wanda, Natasha and Sam think Steve has feelings for Reader, but she tells them otherwise while actually feeling the same way for the super soldier. One evening,  they all make a plan to make both of them confess the truth.
Word Count: 2.2k
Genre: Fluff/NSFW-ish
Warnings: build-up, suggestive themes, and innuendos, mentions of alcohol, sexual tension, a little bit of roleplay, flirting, Captain kink (?) and Steve being a cute flustered bastard.
Author's Note: It’s a rewrite of the flirty scene between Natasha and Bruce in Avengers: Age of Ultron (you can expect some references, though). I thought it could be fun to switch sides with Steve and see how it goes. It’s also inspired by Guy What Takes His Time covered by Christina Aguilera in Burlesque.

  New Avengers Facility, Upstate New  York

“You did a great job, Y/N,” Steve announced in his deep voice as he passed the hallway with you, Natasha, and Wanda. “Ladies.” He stopped in his tracks, standing with this impressive physique, almost towering in front of you as his hands held the brown belt of his- oh, so sexy uniform.

“Thank you, Captain.” You smiled and he nodded slowly as if questioning whether he would stay to have a chat with you or not. He smiled gently and proceeded to take the stairs towards his personal quarters where he’d finally take a well-deserved shower after a hard, but successful mission with you and Sam.

Of course, he would’ve loved to linger awhile and see your smile just a little longer. He enjoyed spending time with you and the feeling was mutual. Maybe that after all these days spent with him, these missions where you saved each other, being partners and all this harmless flirting, there was something between you. Your chemistry was obvious to everyone after all.

“Have you seen the way he looks at you?” Wanda nudged your side and you winced, narrowing your eyes. “Don’t be silly, Steve likes you a lot.”

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A/N: Let me know if you like this one! It’s my first little piece of writing and I would really appreciate the feedback! 


The mattress squeaks under duress as you land with a loud thud. You don’t know how you managed to find a room without barging into horny youngsters trying to savour every inch of each other. Thankfully you didn’t, and you were gracious for the moment of peace the silence gave you (even if the bass was slightly pouring through the closed door). It wasn’t normal for you to be drinking so much; you usually were the one taking care of Harry when he had a bit too much to drink. Dealing with drunk Harry was like dealing with an over affectionate boyfriend. There’s lots of sweaty kisses on your cheek, and the occasional “really do love yeh, pet, ever since we met” followed by you stuffing his mouth with bread to ignore the slight swirl you’d feel from his words. And regardless of the amount of alcohol he drank, Harry would practically beg for a cuddle with you. He’d claim it’s because your five foot build fits so perfectly with his, but he knows he wouldn’t get a chance if he was sober, so he uses his slightly intoxicated state to breathe words he’d never say and actions he’d never do.  

“And where is Harry now?” a little voice murmured.

 A tiny jab of irrational jealousy poured through you as you were reminded of his arms wrapped around another girl, who, in your opinion,  had a little less clothing on than most. You watched them together - his eyes taking in her body, reaching forward to whisper something she’d inevitably giggle at. You’d see the way she’d looked at him, like he was some God, born with the body and charisma that would make any girl swoon. You couldn’t blame them of course, his mixture of cocky and confident drew people to him. For you, it was his adorable sense of humour and his pursuit to bring happiness to anyone he cared for. And that allowed you two to become friends. Good friends. Close friends.  Right?

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anonymous asked:

Can I have more Lena being jealous of Sara, please. Especially if Kara hints she has nothing to worry about. *sits on hands to resist making grabby hands*

She’s not flirty on purpose.

She likes Sara – of course she likes Sara.

Sara has made her feel at ease on other planets, and Sara admires her for her strength.

Sara looks at her with heady eyes and a lopsided grin, and Sara makes her stomach flutter because she’s not used to being flirted with quite so boldly.

And getting it. And liking it.

So she’s not flirty on purpose, but Sara Lance knows what it’s like to love a sister like Kara loves Alex, and Sara Lance knows what it’s like to be a superhero and to love so damn hard you can barely breathe.

So she’s not flirty on purpose, but when she’s around Sara, maybe she loosens up just a little.

Not more than she does with Lena.

Just… slightly different.

Slightly different, because Kara loves having friends who are women, and each woman is different, so each relationship is different, so if she laughs a little too loudly at Sara’s dry jokes, it’s because she never gets to see her, and she wishes she could more often.

If she lets Sara’s fingers linger on hers a little longer than strictly necessary when she passes her a glass of club soda, it isn’t because she wants Lena less.

It’s because she has no idea that Lena wants her.

But Alex is nudging her and Alex is pointing to the way Lena looks dejected, to the way Lena looks sharp, to the way Lena looks defensive and looks terrified.

Scared that she’ll lose Kara – her friendship, and any possibility to develop something, anything… more – to a literal legend, to a woman who’s died twice and who travels across space and time saving the universe more times than anyone can count.

Kara watches Lena watching Sara, watching her, and her eyes blow wide open.

Because suddenly she understands what Maggie’s been teasing her about, what Alex has been asking her about, what Winn’s been stammeringly pointing out and what James has been gently inquiring after.

Lena shares her feelings. 

Lena… likes her.

Like that.

Like she likes Lena.

So Kara accepts the club soda from Sara gratefully, happily, and she keeps talking to her. Keeps entertaining everyone from this Earth with a collaboratively-told tale about Earth-1, about Barry Allen’s utter lack of team leadership skills, of Oliver’s muttering instructions under his breath, of Kara’s heat vision and sheer strength rendering a legion of superheroes utterly useless.

She keeps weaving her own words, her own laughter, in and out of Sara’s, their story not missing a beat, but she gets up. 

She gets up and she shifts around the table to where Lena is sitting, eyes scared and eyes insecure and eyes jealous.

Jealous, jealous, jealous.

“Of course, if Lena had been there, she and Cisco would have come up with a solution in under a minute,” she says, sitting next to her and tossing her arm around her shoulder.

Lena’s eyes fly wide, Maggie chokes on her beer, Alex and Winn thump her back, James averts his eyes with a small smile, and Sara?

Sara purses her lips into a smirk, arches her eyebrow, amused. 

Glad Kara is finally understanding what she picked up on the moment she met Lena: that the woman was absolutely wild about Kara. 

That Kara was absolutely wild about her.

Lena finds herself leaning – half in joy, half in smug satisfaction – into Kara’s arms, sipping at her wine and god, Kara smells amazing.

“Well, next time you whisk yourself off to another dimension, be sure to bring me along then.” Her voice is musical and it melts Kara’s insides.

She hears Lena’s heart rate elevate, and her own heart skips because she thinks she understands, finally, why.

Yet something else she’ll have to thank Sara Lance for.

in midnights, in cups of coffee by suspendrs (15k)

“Sorry about the sugar,” Louis says, backing toward his own flat. “Bundle up before you go out.”

Harry smiles so sweetly then that Louis can’t imagine he’ll even need the sugar, if the muffins aren’t sweet enough just because they were made by him. “Thanks,” he says, eyes lingering a little longer on Louis before he lets himself back into Gemma’s apartment, and then Louis is just standing in the hallway by himself.

Or, Louis is overworked and cold, Harry is stressed out, and they might be in love.

Study Session

Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: No. But, this is dedicated to the wonderful @reidoneshots because I promised rach that I would dedicate my next smut to her, and so… here it is ;)

Summary: When you’re struggling to study for you final Law exam, you decide to seek help from your unusually handsome professor…

Word Count: 1,516, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex, Orgasm Denial, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it, yo)

A/N: This is a Professor!Reid x Student!Reader so if you’re like grossed out by that then I urge you to skip this fic, but other than that yeah & also I know that Reid doesn’t have a bachelor’s in Law or any affiliation with it, from what we’ve seen but I just thought it would be kinda fun.

Originally posted by hisirishsoufflegirl

You sat on your bed, books sprawled out in every corner as you attempted to take in the extensive information. You were going to take your final exam tomorrow and although you felt prepared, last minute studying was always a great option. Your professor had told you in your last session with him that you could find him on campus in his office if you needed help. “What the heck,” you sighed out, knowing that a little help couldn’t hurt.

You walked into his office and found him sitting amongst masses of essays and books. He took a moment to look up from marking, “Y/N?” he dragged his glasses off of his face, placing it on top of his book. “Hi. I was wondering if I could take you up on that study offer?” you asked setting down your things in the antique chair opposite his desk. “Of course, please sit,” he replied enthusiastically which was unusual considering it was almost 2 in the morning, “Would you like some water?” he inquired, you smiled up at the man before giving a short nod.

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Yes, Oppa

Hoseok
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 3430-ish
When faced with Jung Hoseok, how could you not be a tease? Just a little?

A/N: There might definitely be a second part. Involving that goddam dancer’s body. I’ve been struck and killed by the Hobi train, along with @yoongis-sass, and it is to be war between us. A fic war. Oops.

Originally posted by taekookie-bts

You loved all the boys. They were your closest friends and brothers, and even if you didn’t get to spend as much time with them as you would other friends, they were really the only friends you needed.

Especially Hoseok. But in a different way. You were, without a doubt, 300% in love with Hoseok. His smiles, his laughter, his warm hugs and unfailing kindness. His unintentional and incredible sexiness. Just to begin with.

And when faced with Jung Hoseok, you couldn’t help but be a tease. Just a little.

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Decipiat, Aequum Ludere

Bucky x reader (Sharon x Steve) 

(Sequel to: Decipiat )

Summary: When you found out Steve was cheating on you with Sharon Carter, Bucky was there to help you through it; inevitably, it seems, you and him developed feelings for each other. Now, in a relationship with him for a while, you’re invited to Sharon’s birthday party. Shit goes down. 

A/N: I love Steve, I do. And Sharon is probably great. But in this little thing, they both suck. 

Originally posted by coporolight

“Hey Sugar, you sure you’re up for this?” Bucky comes walking into your room, fumbling with his tie and giving the piece a fabric an annoyed look.

“No” you answer honestly as you sweep some wrinkles from your dress that aren’t there, “but I have to face him sometime”

Bucky looks up at that, his tie -hilariously- half tied and shakes his head. “No, you don’t”

He sets his jaw stubbornly, he’s gonna fight you on this.

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Kissing Dean Winchester

Characters: Jensen x Reader (Stay with me, you’ll see)

Warnings: fluff, drinking

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: This just popped into my head. I don’t know where it came from. I’ve written this trope a lot, but this time it has a little different twist on it. Hope you enjoy. :)

Feedback Appreciated

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Partners with Benefits

Pairing: FBI Agent!Stiles x FBI Agent!Reader

Warning: NSFW 18+Only, Alcohol, Cursing, Rough Sex, Biting, Scratching, Hair Pulling and so on and so on. Cocky-Stiles.

A/n: This was a request, enjoy and let me know what you think of it.

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Originally posted by allmyworry


Rubbing the fatigue off your face, you crash down on the bed, arms flailing by your side. You watch your partner start to undo his shirt and you sigh with annoyance. “Go to the bathroom before getting naked, please.” You moan out, not in the mood to deal with him.

Stiles laughs mockingly at you, slowly still undoing his buttons, his bottom lip tucked in between his teeth. He was teasing you, and the only thing you could do other than roll your eyes was drool over his body; he wasn’t the most muscular in the FBI unit but he was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

“How can you be so happy? We messed up!” You exclaim, sitting up at the end of the single bed in the motel room.

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• Mirror rorriM •

Based off an anon ask that the lovely @stylesunchained received the other night. Who doesn’t love the idea of a some naughty fun against a mirror with Gucci suit Harry?
Thank you to @aboutalighthouse for the help and immense support while writing this!

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The first thing you see when you walk into the crowded room is Harry. Harry in the Gucci suit looks like a goddamn vision; his smile breaking every heart and making knees weak. It’s like he has this bright spotlight on him and you can see everyone around you is casually trying not to stare in his direction. He’s oblivious to their stares as he works the room, his focus fully on the conversation he has with each guest.

He catches your eye when he’s posing for a picture with a beautiful woman on each arm, their bodies against him in hopes of keeping his attention when the photographer is gone. So, when his gaze lingers on you for a little longer than you can handle, you see the smile become a sort of smirk that you know can only mean trouble for someone, and you sincerely hope it’s going to be you.

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do you forget that sometimes i like you?
the words come a little easier every time.
“no.”
a silence that lingers longer than smoke
“i remember. what’s on your mind?
let it out.”

and this question will be in a loop forever
“how does it make you feel?”
“i feel that i am starting to get closer and closer with you everyday that i talk to you.
how does that make you feel?”

and we’ll dance around these issues a little longer, won’t we?
“it makes me feel good, but then sad”
and it’ll end some day, won’t it?
“sad… because we can’t truly be happy
because i can’t have you and you can’t have me.”

unfortunately the poem doesn’t end with a happy ending
“…yes.
—  7:45 pm - 7:49 pm
Strategies for Adding Depth to your Novel

Anonymous asked, “I’m planning my story and I’ve actually already done the basic parts, like characters, settings and plot, but I want to add more too it. Like, I have things that need to happen, a page for word count and progress, and I write down tips and research but I want to do more. Could you help me? Any tips? 

It sounds to me like you are looking for something a number of friends of mine call “discovery.” These are the moments where your story comes alive, your characters do things you didn’t know they could do, they end up being much deeper than you’d imagined from the outset. There are a few things you can do to try to spark this.

  • Dwell in a scene longer than you need to. While you may know what happens next, linger a little longer (and you may end up getting rid of this extra writing) and just give the characters things to talk about. Get them to open up about things that may or may not be relevant. You may end up seeing something in a character you hadn’t thought of that will tie nicely into the plot or you might get a main character to open up about some inner desire that they hadn’t previously had the opportunity to express. (For instance, it never was relevant in the 7 book series of Harry Potter to mention Harry’s fear of pigeons. Came up in the play though and shocked us all! But more seriously, there could be some deeper element of the character that hadn’t come up and could bring something more to your story.) Be open to anything. You won’t know what’s an important theme until you’re editing later. 

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