maybe a step too far

Superhero AUs #13

- ‘You’re my arch nemesis but our best friends are dating…I guess I’ll play nice in civvies, for now’ AU
- ‘So what about a double date?’ AU

- ‘I will burn down this city and everyone in it’ AU 
- 'Good job I brought a fire extinguisher then’ AU

- ‘I can’t believe I finally got into the superhero academy, this is the best day of my life and- …What are you doing here? You’re not a hero’ AU
- ‘My application was mostly ironic, I swear’ AU

- ‘I’m a superthief…is it too cliche if I make it my mission to steal your heart?’ AU
- ‘If you come anywhere near my heart I will cut your goddamn hands off. You are not selling my organs on the black market’ AU

- ‘My mail keeps getting switched with my neighbour’s, which would be fine if it wasn’t full of two-for-one offers on death rays’ AU
- 'Why on earth do I keep getting coded letters asking me to join the League of Heroes? Is this a mistake or some kind of backhanded compliment?’ AU 

 - 'I accidentally admitted that I’ve never seen the Harry Potter movies and now you’re dragging me back to your place for a marathon and I have no idea what to do’ AU
- 'I knew you were evil but this is a step too far! Maybe the reason that you’re the bad guy is that you’ve never seen Harry Potter, because that’s some childhood deprivation right there’ AU 

 - 'Every Tuesday I take the night off from committing crimes to go and sit in my favourite restaurant for a few hours. I absolutely do not have a crush on the cute waitress’ AU
- 'I was getting harassed by two dickheads and my favourite customer stepped in to protect me…aaaand he’s a supervillain. Great.’ AU

- ‘Look, I really need a date to take to this superhero get-together, but I have no-one to ask…will you come with me?’ AU
- ‘Are you seriously asking me to walk into a room filled to the brim with superheroes? …I can’t believe my archenemy is such a sad, friendless person. Of course I’ll come’ AU

- ‘Look after my dogs while I’m in jail, would you?’ AU
- ‘When I said I’d look after your dogs, I didn’t realise they were actual hellhounds!’ AU

- ‘I work in airport security for a city with one of the most famous heroes around. Villains frequently fly in to challenge her. It’s my job to stop them getting out of the airport’ AU
- ‘Jesus Christ, I thought this place was an airport, not a death trap. Who are you?’ AU
BONUS: ‘I am a minimum wage employee drugged up on caffeine and loathing. I have nothing left to lose.’

Hatred

Request: May I have a Bellamy blake imagine with prompt number 1?? Ps: love your writing

1: “You’re the only thing left that is important to me now.”

Requested by: anonymous.

AN: This ones really short, and i’m sorry. I just didn’t have much inspiration for it! Sorry!

Warnings: none.


Originally posted by chatnoirs-baton

You stood next to Bellamy in a comfortable silence, feeling the guilt radiate off him as you watched Octavia stalk off in anger. You winced when you caught sight of Bellamy again, his face bruised and bloodied. He deserved it, you knew, but that didn’t help the fact that maybe Octavia had taken it a step too far.

“Bellamy..” You whispered, reaching up to help him but he shoved your hand away.

“Please, Y/N. I deserved this. I deserved this. I need this.” He said, frantically trying to take in all the pain and it made you feel even worse.

The crowd had gone off, too concerned with Octavia but you had stayed. You needed to. There was no where else to go. Not now. Not now when the man beside you had killed the only important thing left to you.

You looked to Bellamy, staring in a mix of pity and hatred because he’d killed your grounder brother despite falling in love with you. But staring at him, you should hate him. You should hate him as much as Octavia apparently did, but you just couldn’t find yourself to do so.

Not now. Not when you’d really end up alone otherwise.

So instead, you shoved his hand away and helped him, ignoring the way he stared pathetically at you.

“Why…?” He whispered, his breath hitting your neck. You shook your head, hatred in your eyes but your heart swelling with pity.

“You’re the only thing left that is important to me now.”

Whether Mark Lee was ‘in’ on it or not, you don’t put a minor in a situation like that, whether it’s for a gag or otherwise. A bathroom hidden camera scene is just too much. And I’m starting to think these fucking PDs for these Korean variety shows just don’t have a gotdamn clue. Let’s not forget that the Broduce 101 team managed to get away with the whole making merengue challenge innuendo shit until well after the show ended. The whole Blackface thing on SNL Korea (AGAIN). I can’t say Henry’s fully responsible for the skit, but he has a responsibility to be the adult to step in and say maybe that’s too far. Okay. He’s fucking 30-years-old. He should have been looking out for Mark and that’s what pissed me off most of all.

anonymous asked:

Hello, may I have a scenario where Todoroki does kabe don to his crush (it's when someone slams his hand against the wall) because he's getting jealous that his crush didn't pay enough attention to him? (Sorry if I made mistakes, English isn't my first language) Thank you in advance !! ^^

((todoroki: they aren’t paying attention to me *knocks a vase off the table*))

Todoroki knew it was irrational to get upset that you weren’t focusing on him at this very moment, but he couldn’t help it. Watching you laugh with your other classmates, smiling and giggling at their jokes, causally touching somebody else’s arm… irritated him, somehow. You weren’t so affectionate with him. He felt stupid admitting it to himself, but he really wanted your attention. And he was gonna get it, no doubt in his mind.
He caught up to you after the bell rang, ready to do… something? for you to take notice of him. You looked up from your phone and smiled at him, and any plan he had dropped out of his mind. “Hey Todoroki, what’s up?“
He felt his open hand meet the wall by your shoulder, and heard you make a noise of surprise. You were searching his face with those big, beautiful eyes, and he could only come up with one thing to say.
“Go out with me.”
Your cheeks turned red, and he felt his get a little pink too. “…What?”
He leaned forward and put his forehead on yours, immediately becoming embarrassed but deciding to leave it there anyway. “Please.”
You looked like you were overheating, the closer contact bringing more of a flush to your entire face. Todoroki worried that maybe he’d gone too far, stepped over the line, ruined this good thing you two had going, when you said, in a voice barely audible, “okay.”
Todoroki blinked. He wasn’t expecting that. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “let’s do it. …Did you have any place in mind?”
He sure as shit didn’t, but at least he’d gotten your attention. The two of you could work it out later together.

Every Little Thing (Karamel)

PLOT: [Set after 2x13] Mon-El and Kara are laying in bed and he ponders. Also there may or may not be an argument about who gets to be big spoon.

SHIPS: Kara/Mon-El

WARNINGS: Fluffy as shit, only be wary if you’re allergic to adorableness (if you are though, you probably shouldn’t be watching Supergirl anyways I mean she is so cute she could kill someone–which could be detrimental for your health).

A/N: Big spoon!Kara is everything bye Also: GIF ISN’T MINE!

CHAPTERS: One-shot :)

MASTERLIST

Mon-El looked down at Kara as she laid on his shoulder, her cheek pressed hard against his skin and her hand toying with his, lacing their fingers in and out of each others’. He loved the way she frowned when she was thinking; loved that little crinkle in her brow. He surmised that it was a normal side effect of ‘liking’ a person.

He also liked it when she accidentally broke things. He’d never tell her, and he’d always sort of chastise himself for thinking it, but goddamn was it cute. She always looked so surprised and embarrassed. Of course, she never had any reason to be any such way or feel any such emotions, but watching her was like watching a movie; almost all her emotions played out on her face.

Often times though, the mystery of her mind boiled down to what exactly was making her feel such a way. She was so compassionate and intuitive; any number of things could make her concerned, or upset, or happy. He often wondered what it would be like to merge with her–with anyone–like martians do. How strange would it be; having your thoughts, and knowledge, and skills put onto another person? He could only imagine the vast number of amazing and beautiful things she was thinking, and although he’d love to know just one, he decided that he firmly believed their heads would practically explode if they shared minds. (Too many overwhelming emotions and inklings for even both of them together to handle).

His eyes traced the bridge of her nose, watched her beautiful blue eyes as they studying his long, arching, fingers. He spread them further apart, and she slipped hers into the gaps he made. She gripped his hand, and he grinned, laughing slightly as she squeezed it.

“Careful, you’ll break something.” He teased.

She smirked at their palms and then looked up at him. Her eyes moved back and forth between the gray ones he called his own. She slipped her hand out of his, and touched his cheek, tracing invisible lines only she could see.

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anonymous asked:

I don't know if it's your jam but I'd love to read some Ostara/Media fanfic, those two are way too beautiful °O°

Ooh yeah I totally got shipping vibes from when Media first appeared talking about them having a date… okay yeah I think most people did…*awkward cough* Here, have this…

Ostara woke up and immediately regretted it. 

She wanted to sink back into those dreams, the dreams where it was Her who was worshipped, when the name Easter, Ostara and Ēostre on everyone’s lips as a prayer. When they loved her for the life she brought, feared that she would take it away. Worshipped her with eggs and gifts. When the blooming of flowers was synonymous with her name. 

Ostara. 

Now she was a bunny. She supposed she should be grateful that she hadn’t actually turned into a rabbit yet; with the amount of them she’d eaten… it wouldn’t be the nicest thing in the world. 

No, the nicest thing in the world was the only thing she really had left. Her memories. The memories when her hair flung free around her neck, petals adorning her skin as if they were a part of her. They used to be.  

She could go back to sleep. Nothing was stopping her. Nothing was, really, stopping her from any of this. She could ravage the world if she chose. But… but she was happy with this. Of course she was. She was worshiped the world over, her name on many more lips than it had been at the height of her power. And if it just happened to be linked with another younger demi-god? 

She was fine with this.  

The house would be empty, she knew. It wasn’t Easter yet, wasn’t even close. Her day was far away and who cared about Ostara in August? Well. Sometimes one Jesus or the other came by, to check on her. Good Samaritan and all that. But besides from that- 

“Oh shit,” she cursed, and shot out of bed. 

Five minutes later and she was the epitome of beauty. Her blonde hair done up intricately under her Easter Bonnet - named for her, she reminded herself. Her bare shoulders, smooth and gorgeous, framed by a sleevless dress covered in flowers. The flowers people used to pray in gratitude to her for. 

It was her minor, minor rebellion. 

A rabbit appeared by her ear, whispering that her guest had arrived. 

Ostara swept towards the door, dress trailing around her like the flowers that used to- Now stop that, she told herself firmly, just before her eyes met Media’s. 

Media was dressed as - wearing the form of - a character Easter couldn’t name. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to. Media chided her for her attachment to the past, but Media’s life seemed to revolve around remembering characters somehow even shorter lived than the humans who created them. 

“Media,” Ostara said in her most pleasing voice. “How good to see you.” She was fawning and hated that she was. 

Media pulled out one of her (probably famous) pouts. “You didn’t forget our date, did you?” she asked in her breathy voice, reaching out her hands to clasp hers. “I missed you ever so much, and have been ever so looking forward to this.” 

Easter smiled back as genuinely as she could as Media slipped her arm into hers and lead her to wander around the garden, Media rambling aimlessly about how nice it would be with this new movie coming out, because it had an Easter Bunny in it, and how everyone’s going to be so excited to talk about her again. 

Ostara’s eyes caught Media’s bodyguard a few meters away and she looked away. Media caught the glance and pulled up short. She stood in front of Easter with an upset look in her eyes. “Now, you mustn’t judge me for bringing a friend on our date,” she told her dramatically. 

“I wasn’t,” Easter replied quickly. 

Media’s eyes narrowed, just slightly, and she stepped closer, far more into her personal space than even she usually dared to go. “If you want it to leave,” her hand touched Easter’s waist experimentally, just a brush, but it had Easter holding her breath. “I can make that happen.” 

Ostara blinked at Media, for once, unsure of what to say. She had been making speeches for thousands of years, but Media, this new, younger God, she had all the speeches. She knew every trick because she played every trick. 

Was this a trick? 

Or was Easter just lonely enough to see things that weren’t there? 

“Well,” she tried in her most determined voice, “He is ruining the view.” 

Media smiled down at her. “It is a good view.” Her persona had dropped, gone was the breathy words of a woman from the past. Here was Media, holding her gaze without even the slightest hint of self-conciousness, as she waved her hand to the bodyguard behind her and the creature disappeared from their sight. 

New life, Ostara thought to herself. There had been gods, ones that were gone now, that used to claim that she was… passionate. That she could fall so quickly for someone that… 

Was this Media’s angle? Had she heard the rumours, scrounged it up from some show or other, and decided love was a better motivator than a favour? 

Suddenly she was tired. She was tired of these politics, tired of the game that gods played nowadays. At least back in her heyday, when gods played mortals as their tools, everyone still just worshipped her. The Spring was vital to life. She was vital to life. 

And here she was wondering if one brief moment of intimacy was a sign or a manipulation. 

She was the goddess of the Spring and she wasn’t going to let herself be treated as a plaything. 

“Thank you,” she said, and then took a step forward in their already very cramped personal space and pressed her lips briefly, but passionately against Media’s. Media’s lips tasted of the lip balm that was flawlessly covering her lips, with just the slightest tinge of metal hidden within. Easter took that second to taste all of it. Then she turned away and started walking again. “I’m thinking of starting a herb garden,” she said carelessly to the woman behind her as she walked away. 


Media hadn’t moved, her eyes still widened slightly in shock. She touched her lips briefly, sure a blush was spreading over her face. A kiss. A kiss was more than she’d ever dared to hope…even the touch of her waist had seemed a step too far… And maybe it was just a product of all those lonely, desperate humans who filled the world with their tales of love and romance, but Media wanted something like that. She wanted Ostara. She wanted another kiss. She wanted more than a kiss. 

She wanted Ostara to love her back. 

There you go, have a first kiss fic. Hope this is okay, I sort of had no real plan for this ficlet… 

~Send me American Gods prompts, headcanons, or even just a ship name and I’ll write you a little something~

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dctv ladies appreciation week: day six
favorite scene 

2.12, fast lane - what? no good luck?

So maybe it keeps going that one step too far. You pick off the scab and then your skin immediately after, fingernails digging into the thin flesh of your knee over bone. A heaving sob led by a whimper. Emergency room papercuts. Candlelight arson.

Crash the car and you have to give yourself a dizzyingly deep breath and five good reasons why you shouldn’t lean on the gas some more and close your eyes as the engine caves in on itself and you fall forward to meet the shrapnel leaving.

You carry a cross. In your head you pray the loudest. God doesn’t exist but if he did he would hate you enough for the both of you and you never were that great at giving up your share of anything. You’ve always been greedy for it. You’ve always been that one bit too empty.

So maybe one day it will be two.

I’ve been having a good day and a half I might draw another Axl Pickles because I can’t stop thinking about SnB Pickles now.

||Ordinary|| Joker x Reader

Ordinary
Joker x Reader

((A/N: request for @chrisxsebastian
I hope you like it!))

||Warnings||
language
torture
daddy kink

Everyone has their bad days, right? The problem with those days is no one wants to be receiving the backlash. Let me tell you something, kid, you do not want to be at the end of the Joker’s ‘bad day’. The Joker is like getting coal on Christmas morning, it’s what the parents warn the children about.

No one warned you about him.

You were a completely ordinary girl, ordinary life, ordinary grades and ordinary everything. Pale (s/c) from being inside a few days too many. Gorgeous but dull (e/c) eyes, lacking any emotions. Plain (h/c), (hair style) just the way you liked it. A solid black t-shirt underneath your army green bomber jacket, blue jeans and black doc martins to go with it. You normally didn’t wear makeup but today you put on mascara and added a little gloss to your lips. A small smile on your lips as you held the warm (fav coffee) in your hands. The sudden burst of confidence today had you in the best of moods! All the while, a certain someone was on the opposite end of the mood spectrum.
You couldn’t hear the footsteps behind you due to the earbuds blasting (fav song). A little dance in your step, you mouthed the words as you made your way home. You didn’t notice the sun went down until the streets were cleared. The warmth of the coffee was stripped from you as your (h/c) locks were yanked into an alley way by three goons all wearing the same outfit.
“We got one!” One shouted into an earpiece. Hands covered your mouth from screaming, you were too petrified to squirm but more hands held you still anyways.
“You get their ass back here RIGHT NOW!” a voice shouted back, loud enough to break the man’s eardrums. The man holding the walkie talkie glared at you, grabbing your hair once again and slamming the side of your head into the brick wall.

You woke up with a gasp, gasping again in pain while holding your head. Immediately you knew you didn’t have to see your hand to know your fingertips were covered in blood. You were laying on the concrete floor, torture devices all around you. Your (e/c) eyes welled up with tears as the fear settled in. You backed into the corner of the room and held yourself for a form of comfort. A lot of footsteps could be heard echoing the hallway outside your room so you weren’t scared of the sounds. That is until they stopped in front of your door. You started to hyperventilate as hot tears poured down your cheeks.

This was it.

You were going to die.

The door was unlocked and you heard the song “I Started A Joke” was playing on repeat as the door opened. You ducked your face into the crook between your knees and chest. Footsteps slowly walked the long ways around the table, towards you.
“Well, well, well!” An uncomfortably soothing voice started to laugh.
“What have we here?” Your hair was gripped and you were yanked to your feet, a cry escaping your lips. Your head was pulled back, making you face the most terrified villain in Gotham history. Your (e/c) eyes were wide in shock as you came face to face with The Joker. Tears continued to fall as you realized you were about to die in a more painful way then you had hoped for. His red lips curling into a smile, revealing his grill suddenly disappeared. He dropped you immediately, turning to whoever came in the room with him. You cowered back into your corner, rubbing your head where it hurt. “What the hell is this?!” Mister J growled, stomping one foot like a child not getting their way.
“Sir?” The voice was calm and monotone.
“Why would you bring her to me?! She’s so.. so.. boring!” J growled, lacking the word to describe you. You frowned at the word. You didn’t think you were boring. Maybe according to him and his tastes but you were normal! You lived a normal life! His lifestyle wasn’t exactly your forte.
“You said anyone, sir.” The voice sounded shaken.
“Did I?” The Joker immediately picked up on this change, “Anyone? In that case..”
You heard a gun cock and whimpered, thinking this would be your last breath.
“You.”
You heard The Joker chuckle and pull the trigger. You flinched at the sound of the gun firing. Yet. The pain never came. You slowly lifted your head just in time to see the man talking to the criminal fall, blood pouring out of the wound directly where his heart is.
You flinched again at the feeling of someone gently patting your head. This earned you another chuckle.
“I won’t hurt you…” Joker quickly dropped to kneel in front of you, becoming eye level. Your (e/c) eyes filled with tears and fear.
“Name.”
“W-what?” You tilted your head
“Your name.” He gripped a fistful of your hair but a smile on his lips as he looked at you.
“(Name).” You whispered. The Joker began to stroke your head again, almost like he was rewarding you.
“(Name)…” He repeated, “You can call me J, babydoll.”
“O-ok”
“Let’s have a little fun, babydoll.” The crazed look in his eyes returned. Your lip quivered as he pulled you by your (h/c) locks to your feet again. Before you knew it you were strapped on the table in the middle of the torture room.
“Now, (Name), this isn’t anything personal,” J purred, holding your chin gently and making a pouty face, “I’m just bored of boring! If we’re going to play, I need you to not be so ordinary! So. This may sting a little.”
You couldn’t see anything, with your head strapped to the metal table and whatnot, but before you knew it, you were being electrocuted. Your body seized and your eyes rolled up to the ceiling. The pain was excruciating and it seemed like it would never end. At last, J made it stop.
You unclenched your teeth and gasped for air. Your body felt as if you had just run a marathon, you were stripped of any energy you might have had. Then the shocking feeling returned. This continued for an hour.

On.

Off.

Catch your breath.

On.

Off.

Catch your breath.

J released you from the straps and stared at you for a while. You realized he was shirtless and started to giggle, pointing a shaken finger at him.
“What’s so funny?” J growled, not liking that he didn’t know the joke.
“You’re cute.” You said as if it was obvious. J smirked and fixed his hair, happy he was complimented. You were hoisted into his strong arms, eyes threatening to shut at any moment. You were brought to a room similar to the one you were just in but all torture objects were removed. This room also came with a bed and bathroom.

Every day at 3pm J would come into your room, talk to you as you confided in each other for years, then would take you to the other room and electrocute you. He would bring your limp body back in here, lay you on the bed and listen to your mumbled thoughts. This continued for weeks. You think anyways, you can’t really remember.
Today you found yourself singing a song you thought was familiar. Whenever you messed up, you would start to giggle. You didn’t hear the door opening as you continued to try and remember the words. J walked in with a grin on his face as you lied there singing with your eyes closed.
“Oh, (Name)~” The green haired criminal sang, interrupting you. You stopped singing and looked at the man puzzled. J was in the middle of talking when you started laughing like a mad man.
“Who are you!” You asked, unable to stop laughing. J took a step back, thinking maybe he had gone too far.

You woke up holding your head. It throbbed and ached like a hangover but you don’t remember drinking. You rolled into your stomach, hiding your face in the pillow to avoid the light when you realized these sheets were much nicer then you remembered. Satin red sheets? You sat up and tilted your head. You looked around and gaped at your surroundings, the room you were in was beyond extravagant! You smiled but it turned to a frown as you looked in a mirror. You crawled off the glorious bed, stumbling towards the long mirror hanging on the wall. You sat in front of it and touched your now pale (s/c) skin, untouched from the time without sunlight. You had certainly lost a few pounds. Your (length), (h/c) hair unkept and greasy. You began to tear up, frustrated with this person you were looking at.

This can’t be what you look like.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the door opening. The green haired man entered the room, his white shirt covered in blood. He walked right past you, growling. Suddenly he stopped and put on a smile just for you,
“Babydoll! I’m so glad you’re awake!” He knelt down and held his arms out. You jumped back and J flinched at your action. He sighed deeply and smoothed his hair back after he did.
“Baby, come here, Daddy ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He cooed. You smiled at his words, slightly remembering him. Feeling safe, you slowly crawled into his lap. J sat on the floor and crossed his legs, wrapping his arms around you. He purred and you nuzzled into his chest, loving the sound. J lifted you in his arms with ease, standing up and heading towards the bathroom. You looked around, giggling which made J laugh as well.
“How about a bath with Daddy, baby?” he purred, a seductive smile on his lips. You blushed and swayed your body, innocently at the thought.
“Ok.” You said, biting your lip as you smiled.
“No, baby. It’s 'ok, Daddy’.” J poked your nose, making you giggle more.
“Ok, Daddy~” You purred.
J moaned and pulled you into a rough, yet sweet kiss. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hesitantly kissing back. You silently hoped he was enjoying the kiss as much as you. Finally, J pulled away, giving a quick nip at your bottom lip before he did.
“Oh, babydoll, were going to have so much fun together” He smirked.

The Woman in White

Originally posted by savingpeoplegiffingthings

Shoutout to my new Dean!Girls, @daydreamingintheimpala and @kbrand0 … Enjoy this little Dean/Halloween diddy!

Also, this is supposed to have a Sam companion piece, but I haven’t been able to get it done. Maybe tomorrow!

Title: The Woman in White

Word Count: 1898

Warnings: Implied smutty times (because I couldn’t quite bring myself to write a smut scene just yet)

Summary: Reader is ready to take the next step in her relationship with Dean, but he’s hesitant. Taking matters into her own hands, she dresses as one of Dean’s fantasies for Halloween in an attempt to persuade him.

“Pretty please?” you pleaded with Dean, batting your eyelashes and putting on your best puppy dog eyes. “For me?”
Dean Winchester was not one to give in, and he certainly was not one to give in to the idea of going out on Halloween to some bar party. People dressed up as stupid illusions of the monsters he fought on a daily basis, getting drunk and making light of the work he did – well, that was not his cup of tea.
Of course, that was before the two of you started dating.
You certainly hadn’t ever been keen on the idea of Halloween, either. Dressing up was fun, but you were not usually the type of girl to dress up in lingerie, add ears, and call it a costume. Your experience with the supernatural was extremely minimal compared to Dean’s and limited more to book knowledge than firsthand experience (something you were thankful for) but you still didn’t find much of a point in the holiday, besides handing candy out to little kids to see their happy faces.
Again. That was before you started dating Dean.
Your paths had crossed a few years back after Dean’s surrogate father, Bobby, died. You knew Bobby, not as well as the boys, but still pretty well. They had found your number after Bobby passed away; it was scribbled on some papers in a safe deposit box Bobby kept important things in. Since then, you had been their main source of lore information. Eventually, you moved into the bunker with them. The lore there … It was Heaven for a researcher such as yourself.
It had only been a few months since you both admitted to and acted on the feelings that had developed between the two of you, but the relationship was going great. It was the kind of relationship you’d always hoped to have, where you were more like best friends who made out a lot and didn’t want to be with anyone else. Life with a Winchester holding your heart was certainly a roller coaster, but it wasn’t one you wanted to get off of.
“It could be fun,” you continued in your attempt to persuade him. “We said we were going to do more normal couple things. This is a normal couple thing.”
“What about Sam?” Dean countered.
You rolled your eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize he was part of this relationship, too.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Dean groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I know, I’m sorry.” You let out a deep breath. “If I can convince Sam to go, will you go?”
“Yeah, but I’m warning you, Y/N. It’s still emotional for Sam sometimes.”
You rolled your eyes again and let the subject drop for the time being. You weren’t too worried about convincing Sam. Sam remembered Jess every Halloween, it was true, and he was just about as fond of the holiday as Dean, but you were pretty sure you could convince him to go at least for a little bit.
Thinking to yourself later that night as Dean drifted off to sleep next to you, fully clothed, you felt a little silly for making such a big deal out of it. In truth, this whole Halloween party thing was an excuse to dress up in a sexy costume and finally get Dean to see that it was okay to take the physical relationship to the next step.
“All of my relationships or encounters or whatever, they’ve been based on sex,” he had explained to you at the beginning. “I don’t want it to be that way with you. Let’s do this the so-called right way. Let’s stay up late talking and go on dates and … whatever other weird, lame things couples do.”
You laughed and felt your heart surge. At the time, it was exactly what you needed to know from the elder Winchester: that you meant more to him than all the other girls. You were well aware of Dean’s reputation, but you were determined not to let it affect your relationship. And, when he told you that, well, you felt pretty damn good about it.
After some heated make-out sessions that Dean had stopped in the interest of not pushing that intimate line, you were done. You wanted to be with Dean, for the long haul, whatever life would allow. You were fairly certain he wanted the same, and that concern of a sexual foundation to your relationship had all but evaporated. The only way you were going to get rid of that last bit of concern was to give it a shot and see what happened.
So, after a more recent late night conversation, you got Dean to confess a fantasy to you – something he would never imagine anyone would do for him. You were expecting some pretty kinky stuff, but when he finally said it, it was a surprising desire. Not one you couldn’t play along with, however.
Halloween seemed like the perfect time to let it all play out, but you really wanted to see if you could make him squirm. Your plan was to get ready with a friend in town who was going to the party, and meet Dean at the bar so he could be surprised by that first glimpse of your attempt to execute his fantasy.
Convincing Sam didn’t take much one you confessed that it was an attempt to get Dean to do a normal couple thing. The younger Winchester brother was understanding about things like that, so he agreed to go for at least a while – and to drive with Dean over there, which he didn’t ask about but gave you a mischievous smile like he knew something was up.
When Halloween finally arrived, you made way for your friend’s place, spent the two hours before the party making sure that you were shampooed, conditioned, shaved, and dressed to perfection. When you asked your friend’s opinion, explaining only that this was a fantasy for Dean, she grinned and high-fived you.
“Dean Winchester, eat your heart out,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.
You laughed and waited for her to finish applying the make-up for her costume, then the two of you made way over to the bar.
On my way, you texted Dean.
Hope so, he replied. The things I do for you.
You chuckled to yourself. It was true; the man had put a lot of effort into keeping you happy. You owed him for this one, but if things played out how you hoped, he’d get his payback.
Your friend went for the bar first, making way to meet up with some other friends at a reserved table. She wished you luck just before disappearing from view. You smoothed out your dress, checked your hair and make-up in the car window before taking a deep breath and heading for the door yourself. Taking a deep breath, you stepped into the bar. A few heads turned, but your eyes searched for your boyfriend.
You had to take a few more steps into the bar to find him, but when your eyes connected, it took less than a second for Dean’s mind to register what your costume was – and you guessed he knew exactly why you had chosen that costume.
The white sundress you had picked out flowed down to your knees. The two buttons of the low neckline were undone and hanging open, revealing just enough cleavage to pull a man’s eyes from your face to your chest, and make him want to know what else was hiding under that dress. You had applied your make up very carefully; a shade lighter than normal, and with a light smokey eye. You fixed your hair in lax, easy waves, and used dark body paint to give the appearance of dirt smudged here and there on your body. The sandals on your feet didn’t necessarily go with the costume, but you figured walking barefoot on the bar floor wasn’t the most hygienic choice.
Dean finally got it together enough when you approached the table to stand up straight. He kissed you lightly, then stood back still not saying anything.
“So,” you said. “What do you think?”
He gulped, nearly audibly. “Woman in White, huh?”
You nodded with a mischievous smile. “You said it was one of your fantasies, so …”
“Okay, more than I needed to know,” Sam chuckled. “I’ll go get us some drinks.”
Dean pulled you a little closer, away from a couple of guys passing by, their eyes glued to that hint of cleavage.
“I know what I said, but I didn’t mean you had to do that. Are you a shade lighter? You know this isn’t a necrophilia thing, right?”
“I know.” You chuckled at his rambling “The lighter shade is just make-up, Dean. I’m entirely alive. I just thought I’d give myself the look you were after, then maybe we could finally … you know.”
“So we can go home now?” he asked.
“Not a chance,” you laughed.
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The two of you did indeed stay at the bar with Sam and a girl he had found while you were there. Once back at the bunker, you bid the two of them goodnight, then you went for Dean’s room together.
He still seemed hesitant about taking the physical part of your relationship to the next step, and you thought maybe you had taken things too far. He had been light-hearted and cheerful at the bar, but now the pressure was on.
Slipping into the bathroom, you washed the make-up off your face, arms, and legs, but left the dress on. When you exited the small bathroom, Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed, facing you.
“I haven’t waited because I don’t want you. I hope you know that. This is probably the most self-control I’ve ever demonstrated. Ever. In my entire life. I want you so bad, Y/N, but I don’t want you to think that you have to dress up like this for me to want you.”
Feeling a bit of courage surge through you, you took the few steps to close the gap between the two of you; you stepped between his legs and put one hand on Dean’s shoulder. Dean looked up at you, and you could see the lust – and the love – in his eyes.
“I know I didn’t have to dress up like this for you to want me. I just want you to understand that I want you. Not the sex – well, okay, yes, I want the sex, but the point is that I want it with you. It’ll mean something and it isn’t going to be our whole relationship because we’re more than that. You’re my best friend, Dean.”
He stood then, taking your face in his hands and kissing you softly. “You’re my best friend, too.”
The next kiss was more earnest, and the one after that filled with need. You felt Dean’s arm wrap around your middle, pulling you close before he turned the two of you around and pushed you gently down to the bed. He pulled back, running a hand up and down your bare thigh, his eyes roaming over your body; his mouth grinned.
“It’s a really great costume,” he confirmed before leaning down to once again capture your lips with his.

Ok I love Prince’s music being widely available everywhere now but I feel like this is maybe a step too far from his wishes? IDK I’m not sure how I feel about his estate just going ahead and posting his videos like whateva as if than man didn’t spend his entire last decade railing against the sharing of his videos on YouTube

5 Times Shiro Almost Gave Up and 1 Time He Didn’t

For @tarball-sauce​ who commissioned me for a Shiro raising the twins during childhood. Sort of took it to the next level and went a bit above and beyond the request. I hope you like it and sorry it’s so late!

Series: Ao No Exorcist/Blue Exorcist
Rating: K (some cursing)
Word Count: 1751


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“I can’t. Fuck the deal, Mephisto. I don’t fucking care. Just come and pick them up. I can’t do this anymore.”

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Philly Bit My Finger

So youtube rewind was a thing… Phil practically sitting in Dan’s lap. It was just begging for fanfic to be written about it…

Summary: In the process of filming for YouTube rewind, Phil is required to sit on Dan’s lap while they re-enact the ‘Charlie Bit My Finger Video’. They feel this is risky for their established but secret relationship but go ahead with it anyhow.  

Genre: smut - blowjob, buttsex

Warning: smut

Word count: 2.24k


Dan’s POV:

The video producers had just been explaining to Phil and I what we had to do. We were re-enacting a moment from the 'Charlie Bit My Finger’ video that went viral back in 2007. I wasn’t quite sure if I’d heard everything right… Phil was looking particularly cute today and I found it rather distracting.

“Wait, so Phil has to sit in my lap?” I asked, unsure if this is what’d been said.

“Yes,” the producer next to the camera man replied, “That’s okay, right? We presumed you two being such good friends…”

“It’s fine,” I cut her off.

In all honesty, I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about it. Phil and I were trying to keep our relationship a secret to the fans, and even though this wasn’t exactly coming out, I felt as if it were maybe a step too far. Our fans would go crazy over this. It would be all over tumblr, but they would know it was the rewind creators that had put us up to it - that would make it alright, right?

I looked over to Phil to see what he felt about the matter. He seemed fairly oblivious to the situation. I guess it wasn’t much different from when we snuggled up together at home. All we had to do was play it off as being completely platonic.

“Okay, so Dan,” the producer lady interrupted my thoughts, “If you sit down on the chair, that would be good.”

Unsure exactly where to sit - it was a very big chair after all - I sat down and waited for further instructions.

“Right, shuffle back into the corner. Yes, that’s good. Now Phil if you’d like to sit too. Yes, that’s it. Maybe turn around a little so your right shoulder is in front of Dan. Perfect.”

I bit my lip as Phil shuffled around on my lap. Fuck, was I getting hard. Glancing down, I was relieved to see that it wasn’t making my jeans protrude yet. That would hella awkward, with all the producers and cameras.

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Bucky x Agent!reader – Playing Fair

[Master list]   [Nope, I ship Captain America]

One-shot
(Not officially part of the How to Avenge 101 universe at present)

Word count: 4,429

Warnings: Fluff, sexual tension (because I LOVE IT), probably a destroyed sofa.

A/N: BUCKYYYYYYYYYYY. Because I know so many of us are missing him since the sudden turn of events in HTA101. Also, a little different this time; a more explanatory A/N is at the bottom, so as not to give any spoilers until after you’ve read this :) I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT THOUGH.

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“Aww come on Bucky, give me a foot rub?” You moved your legs rest on his thighs as you continued to take up the majority of the sofa. Bucky looked down at the feet in his lap, perplexed, and then gradually moved his eyes to stare at you. You got the sense that if you didn’t move your legs from his lap, fast, then he certainly would. Still you pressed for your cause.

“Please Buck? I’ve been out on a mission for the past three days – my feet are hurting.

He raised an eyebrow at you, clearly projecting that three days’ worth of climbing was nothing to him.

You huffed out a breath – he wasn’t playing fair. Here you were – weary from your mission – and he wouldn’t even give you the courtesy to make you feel better. He’d greeted you the moment you’d gotten off the quinjet, giving you his usual slow once over with his eyes. It had made your heart flip, feeling that intense gaze roll over your body and back up to your face. He’d been checking that you were still all in one piece of course, his protectiveness over you kicking in. But that didn’t stop you from fantasizing that Bucky was just trying to see how long you could go before these looks made you snap. You’d admitted to yourself in the shower that this was working, even if it wasn’t his plan. Though you were unsure what you’d do when you ‘snapped’ because of Bucky.

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Summary: Because we all know where Oliver’s hand was during the OTA drinks…

A/N - hope you enjoy this nice wee Drabble from last nights episode!

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“Original Team Arrow!”

Felicity smiled happily as she took a small slip from her glass, the star fruit hitting her nose haphazardly.

She couldn’t really believe that they were all there. John, Oliver and her. It felt like ages since they had last enjoyed spending some downtime together. What with Oliver and John’s rather lengthy dispute, and their prolonged trip away and with everything else that had happened in the last eight months with Thea and Roy it really had been forever.

But she was grateful now, so utterly happy that two of her most favourite people were once again back on speaking terms and that they were both hopefully on the long and windy road to resolve and heal their heavily damaged relationship. It was a shame that it had taken so long but the stubbornness from both parties was obvious. And Felicity was damn well glad that she’d had enough of their stupidity and bashed their heads together because they were a team again. And now she knew they had each other’s backs again, and even if it meant Oliver taking a bullet for Dig she knew that deep down they were far safer working as a team than moping around apart.

“I’m so happy you know, that we are finally getting to do this, the three of us having a nice adult drink and the pair of you actually being able to stomach each other,” she laughed, her hand landing on Oliver’s knee under the table in a slightly more than friendly gesture. But Felicity being Felicity didn’t even realise what her hand was doing to Oliver or the way his eyes darkened as he glanced down at her.

“It’s just like old times,” smiled Oliver, moving uncomfortably at the sudden fullness of his pants. He gulped trying to steady his nerves but the way that Felicity squeezed his leg even harder, her green nails a stark comparison to his jeans didn’t help one bit.

“I’m glad too” smiled John over his beer bottle. “I know I shouldn’t have kept my research from you, but maybe we can get down to the bottom of this together.”

Felicity nodded in agreement before plucking the star fruit off her glass and narrowing her eyes at it a little before popping half of it into her mouth.

And that really was the final straw. Oliver let out a quiet groan, a mix of approval with frustration as he watched her lips narrow around the fruit and her suck softly on it. He shut his eyes momentarily, remembering the way those lips had wrapped around him only the previous night.

Before he could even stop himself he found himself slipping his hand onto her thigh, fairly high up and Felicity jumped slightly in shock, her eyes opening more startled as she tried to concentrate on John speaking, now about Lyla and little Sara. But the way that Oliver’s hand was continually moving, further up and… Oh, yes… Definitely up was utterly distracting.

Oliver glanced up at John, nodding his head in agreement at who knows what as he continued his ministrations his thumb brushing and caressing the inside of her thigh.

He loved doing this, having the knowledge that he knew exactly how to make Felicity shudder and moan within moments. His hand made another attempt to work its way further up her leg and succeeding in somehow managing to continue its way up underneath her dress and so dangerously close to exactly where he wanted to be at that very moment.

“Oliver…” Felicity warned, her lips barely moving in an attempt to make sure that John wasn’t aware of what was really happening underneath the table.

Oliver chuckled in reply, his wandering fingers giving her leg a squeeze as it continued up her thigh, his fingers tracing in a soothing pattern and finding the crease of where her legs met her body.

Felicity shuddered, trying to bite back a moan through her bottom lip. That move really was not a good move for her blood pressure. Or really appropriate for being out in public.

In a sober attempt to try and rein herself in Felicity shifted her weight in the chair, trying to pull slightly away from Oliver but in the end ending up rather close to him, her thigh right against his. Her right leg flopping out slightly giving him more access which she really didn’t want to give him but she for some reason her head and legs were just not cooperating at all.

It was only when his fingers brushed her panties and she felt herself pool with even more warmth that she slammed her legs shut trapping his hand that he realised that maybe he had gone one tiny step too far.

“Right I think I have had enough margaritas for one night!” squeaked a beetroot Felicity. She picked up her glass and downed the last dregs of her drink before pushing herself up quickly. She was eager to leave the table and the warmness inside her and outside of her now only enforced her need to get back to the loft or her car where Oliver’s hand could really be where she wanted it to be.

Diggle raised an eyebrow at her, a curious look on his face as he tried to work out what was going on. He didn’t really need to think too long judging by the look of Felicity’s flushed cheeks and Oliver’s smug look.

“Lyla and Sara are getting back tomorrow so I suppose I should head back anyway…” replied John, standing up as he past his arms through the sleeves of his dark black jacket. The least he could do was make this easier on the pair.

“We should definitely do this again…? Right Oliver? Maybe with Lyla next time? Or you, Lyla and Sara can come over for tea at ours? Oliver makes the best macaroni and cheese ever it is literally to die for,” smiled Felicity her eyes rolling back at the memory of the way the cheese and pasta melted in her mouth. She shifted her weight impatiently from foot to foot as Oliver helped her pull on her jacket, him taking particular care. His hands brushing up and down her sides and dancing over the collar of her jacket, his fingers dragging over her skin in a delicious way.

“Yeah that sounds like a good idea,” mused Dig as he hugged Felicity, before nodding his head at Oliver as they began to head out.

Oliver pulled Felicity closer to him as they guided their way out of the bar, his arm slung around her and through her jacket. His hand made its way down, inch by inch until it was resting on her ass which thankfully wasn’t obvious to the entire world.

“I agree, I’m glad we are back on speaking terms John…”

“Me too, anyway I better be off…”

“Goodnight John!”

“See you tomorrow John,” Oliver replied, nodding in farewell as he and Felicity headed over to her car which was parked away from the others.

“Seriously Oliver you need to stop doing that!” gritted Felicity between her teeth but a slightly playful look on her face

“Doing what?”

“Ohh don’t you do this to me Mr I’ll have my hands all over you to make you all hot and bothered when we are out for some nice drinks with our friend who I only just made up with after six long and tiring months of arguments…” mimicked Felicity, her voice dropping a few decibels in an attempt to sound more like Oliver.

“All hot and bother hm?” He smirked, his eyebrow raising suggestively at her.

“Really Oliver? That’s all you understood from what I just said Oliver?”

“Yep,” he replied, pulling her closer to him as they came to a halt right next to her car, his lips ghosting her own ones as she let out a shaky breath clearly effected by Oliver just being him.

“Oliver… We can’t-”

But his lips found hers then, his tongue cutting of her hardly formed sentence as she relaxed into the familiarity of the kiss. Her hands finding his neck as she stretched up towards him, her chest coming flush against his and where they were and what they were doing didn’t really enter into her mind as his hand once again found its way up the inside of her thigh.

It didn’t take long but thankfully they somehow managed to make it into the car before his hand found where she really needed it to be.

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The phrases shouldn’t be running into one long indecipherable chunk of sound. Seijūrō blinked a few times, holding back what would have been a very rude sigh, and rededicated himself to listening to his advisor.

“…as you know, the London branch has lost stock value recently…”

Kōki had suggested a few weeks ago that they take the upcoming trip to London together. Seijūrō finding out exactly what was going wrong there shouldn’t take too much time; it was a small branch anyway and he would scarcely be a few million yen worse off if he closed the branch altogether. Maybe London was a step too far anyway.

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My Little Baby Llama - Part 6

N/A: I won’t even try to apologize. I’ll just let you guys read. 


Shout out to all my dandelions out there!!! 



For those of you that might be a bit confused, this fic is happening around the end of January/2016. Before the tour dates release.
Have fun!



Words: 3400+



Disclaimer: Nor Dan or Phil belongs to me, and while I wish I had a Lizzie in real life, I do not have one either.



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Dancing Through Life (Frozen Wicked AU)

After I saw Pauline’s fantastic frozen/wicked art, I felt very compelled to do the thing so here’s a silly drabble.  Elsa is Elphaba and Rapunzel is Galinda.  The rest are pretty easy to figure out.  Enjoy!

This was the way it should be.

Flynn (freaking) Rider twirling her around the dance floor while multi-colored lights engulfed them.  Wearing her pinkest, flounciest dress, dancing the night away with her prince charming.  When she looked into the dreamy brown eyes of her date, Rapunzel had expected to see…well, something.  Fireworks of love, giant hearts, the works, you know?  Instead he was just sort of…vacant.  He had on a bright charming smile, sure, but there was something hollow in his eyes.  Before Rapunzel could ask him if anything was wrong, Ms. Stick-Up-Her-Butt (aka Madame Gothel) tapped reluctantly on her shoulder.

“Miss Rapunzel,” she began.  She didn’t have the respect or decency to use her last name when addressing her.  “I have something for you.”  She pulled a long thin piece of wood from her sleeve.

The perky blonde gasped in awe.  “A training wand,” she took the slender wood between her fingers and examined it.  It was beautiful – elegantly carved with cherry wood with a balmy finishing.  “Oh, how can I ever express my gratitution?”

Madame Gothel smiled cordially.  “Don’t thank me.  This was your roommate’s idea, not mine.”

“What?  Elsa?” Rapunzel thought of the green-skinned, bookish, awful girl who shared her room with her.  That couldn’t be.  From day one, Rapunzel and Elsa absolutely hated each other.  No, Elsa would never do something so kind.

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