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Rebel AU Mulette Smut PT 2

The frenchman stares up at him with wide surprised eyes at being overpowered so quickly, especially after that orgasm. But soon, his dark eyes narrow with lust and he pushes himself up on his elbows to look directly into Hercules eyes. He feels his breath catch in his throat.

“Getttt on with it thennnn~” he sings, leaning up to kiss him. Herc ducks out of the way at the last second, instead bringing one hand up to press a finger against the taller man’s lips.

“Uh huh. I’m not gonna kiss you anymore now”, he whispers, leaning in close. “I’m gonna touch you all over and you can’t move unless I say so, ok?”

Lafayette whines around his fingers at that, tightening his grip on Hercules waist, before seemingly getting an idea. He darts his tongue out at the shorter man’s finger pressed against his lip, slicking them up, before bringing the digits into his mouth to suck on them, keeping his eyes trained on the shorter man the whole time. Hercules groans at the sight, pleasure heating up in the pit of his belly again.

“Babe, I’m trying to make this about you” he whines, pulling his fingers out of his boyfriend’s mouth reluctantly. Lafayette just smirks at that, freeing his hands to push them up against Hercules’ chest. His fingers dance along the ab lines and he stifles a moan at the feeling of his deft fingers. God. He’s too tipsy for this and he feels so overstimulated.

“You should know now, mon amour, that you cannot control me” the frenchman breathes hotly, kissing up against his neck.

Something inside Hercules snaps at that. “Are you sure?” he challenges, grinning. He runs his forefinger down the centre of Lafayette’s chest before hastily pulling his turtleneck up over his head. He smiles satisfyingly at the hickies he left on his neck before bringing his lips down to plant wet open-mouthed kisses along the skin of his chest, tasting the salty tang of sweat. He slowly kisses his way up his chest, before smirking when finding his target. With a smile, he brings his mouth closer, simultaneously bringing his hand down to Lafayette’s crotch. Lafayette’s eyes widen.

“Oh non, Hercules you would not dar–” he’s cut off with a muffled scream as Hercules swirls his tongue over his nipple, pinching and twisting the bud in his fingers. His boyfriend practically becomes putty in his hands, his head thrown back in a wanton moan and the sound goes straight to Hercules dick again, even after his release.

Yes, Hercules, c'est si bon” he moans, and Hercules doesn’t know a lot of french, but he knows Lafayette’s body well enough to understand that he’s enjoying himself. He swirls his tongue against the nipple, reaching down Lafayette’s sweatpants to massage his hard dick through his boxers. The frenchman writhes under him, head thrown back into the sheets and muttering uselessly in french.

Merde, Herc – you must stop or I–, ungh”.

Hercules brings his mouth up with a wet pop to smirk down at the man under him. “Now who said I can’t control you?” he grins, leaning their foreheads together.

“John is here” Lafayette whines under him, glaring at the door to the hall. “You are lucky he takes so long in the shower.”

Hercules just grins. “We better make this a quick one then, babe.” He leans up to reach into the bedside drawer where he knows the lube and condoms are kept. As always, they’re there. They’re running out of condoms though, and Hercules makes a mental note to buy some more later. Fucking Alex must have stole some. He shakes his head playfully before turning back to his boyfriend.

He can’t stop the gasp that escapes his lips.

He’s taken off his pants now, lying only in his navy boxers. He’s leaning back up against the bedframe and staring at him through hooded eyes, darkened with lust. Hercules suppresses a moan at the sight and instead licks his lips hungrily.

“Well?” the man purrs, rocking his hips upward. “Are we going to… how you say, fuck? or not?”

Hercules practically scrambles out of his own pants before leaning back over his boyfriend. “Sure,” he says breathlessly, running his hands up and down the Frenchman’s inner thighs. He leans down to bite at the V leading down to his crotch and Lafayette bites back a moan, bucking his hips up. “Also,” he smirks, pulling down the boxers and exposing his cock, “don’t act like you don’t know what fucking is babe.”

“What can I say, you… aaah, make me forget… my English” the man breathes, Hercules not stopping his movements. The man looks down at him through thick eyelashes, eyes glassy with pleasure.

He kisses the crown of his boyfriend’s penis, using his free hand to squirt some lube onto his fingers. He gives the member some experimental strokes with his free hand and delights at the precum leaking from the slit. He leans forward to lap at the forming bead, enjoying the salty bitter taste.

With his other hand, he presses up two lubed fingers against the frenchman’s entrance. “Is this ok, babe?” he whispers, concerned.

Lafayette just wraps his thighs tight around his head in response. “Oui. You will not stop now, Hercules.”

With that permission, he smiles up at him  and pushes two fingers into Lafayette. He watches with amusement as Laf writhes under him, pushing up against his fingers and letting out scattered moans. He stretches him out, massaging the flesh inside, before curling his fingers up against a spot he knows that has Lafayette screaming out his name. Bingo. Found it.

Well, they’d been dating for awhile. As Herc said, he knows his boyfriend’s body.

He works against his prostate, making sure to keep eye contact with his boyfriend at all times. Lafayette is just a stunning mess, hair falling out of his bun, sweat glistening his skin and mouth curled in a sinful gasp. He looks beautiful.

Merde, Hercules, je pourrais me noyer dans tes yeux.” The frenchman moans, eyes glazed over and the shorter man feels his hair being tugged as Lafayette rakes his fingers through his curls. “You are so wonderful, magnifique, god…!”

He continues this for awhile, delighting in his boyfriend’s moans, before Lafayette pushes his head up with a sharp tug on his hair. There’s a bit of pleasurable pain there which tingles his skull just nicely  “That is…” he huffs, breathless underneath him. “Enough. Please. You must… make love to me. now. I cannot wait any longer. Je te veux tellement.

Hercules says nothing, just leans back up to stare at him lustfully before slotting their mouths together. Lafayette whimpers through the kiss, swirling his tongue desperately back into his boyfriend’s mouth.

He pulls his own boxers down and discards them on the floor hastily. He rolls a condom down his straining member, giving it a few pumps, before crawling back over the taller man and grabbing his hips. He lines himself up carefully. “You good?” he whispers, bringing his hips toward to meet his entrance. Lafayette just frowns at that, throwing his arms in the air.

“I will be good when you fuck me.” He growls, and with that Hercules snaps his hips forward. And shit he feels so fucking good around him.

Lafayette throws his head back and lets out the loudest moan he’s heard all night and Hercules feels himself straining even harder. Lafayette’s walls clench around his dick so wonderfully and it takes all his self control to not just start thrusting wildly into him, letting his dick speak for his brain. Instead sets a slower pace, letting his boyfriend adjust, but soon Lafayette has his nails raking down his back and he knows he’s ready.

Harder” the frenchman grits, rocking his hips up to meet each of Hercules’ thrusts. He speeds up his pace, slamming into him roughly and watches as he hits a spot that has Lafayette seeing stars and throwing his head back against the pillow. “God, god, god”  the man moans, staring blankly at the ceiling, face contorted in pleasure. “Fuck.”

“Shit Laf, how are you so goddamn tight”, he groans as the walls tighten impossibly around his length, clamping down on him. The frenchman just moans in response, lost in his own pleasure. Hercules reaches down his free hand to fist Lafayette’s strained dick, rock hard and leaking against his chest and relishes in the look in Lafayette’s eyes. God. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have someone so beautiful in his life. He’s struck by how much love he feels for the man underneath him.

“Lafayette, I love you–” he murmurs, moaning as his boyfriend rakes his nails along his back. “So much. Fuck.” He thrusts faster, harder, losing himself in the sensation.

Lafayette just babbles incoherently under him, eyes rolling into the back of his head and hand clenching the bedsheets. “Oui, oh yes, yes, right there!” he cries out, and Hercules adjusts his hips and angles himself so he hits that spot every time. He glances up to look in the frenchman’s eyes and the wide eyed, lustful look he gets back sends him teetering closely to the edge.

“I love you so much, je t'aime, mon amour,” he cries out. Hercules pumps his hand around Lafayette faster at that, and the man juts his hips up to meet his thrusts.

Tu es magnifique.“

His moans become louder by the second, and in a fleeting moment he really hopes that John was having a really long shower because the sounds coming from his mouth are filthy. God he needs to take french lessons.

“I’m so close, are you close, babe?” he pants and stares down at his boyfriend lovingly. He slots their lips back together and then the frenchman pulls back with a scream of  “Herculeeees” and suddenly the man spasms underneath him, hips bucking under the pleasure of his orgasm and cums against his chest.

The action sends Hercules himself over the edge, and with a few more thrusts his vision burns bright and he comes violently, throwing his head back in a moan.

They lay there for a while, breathing heavily against one another, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. A few beats later, Herc pulls himself out and Lafayette mewls at the loss of his fullness. He ties the condom and expertly throws it in the bin beside the bed before crawling back to curl at Lafayette’s side.

The taller man reaches out to give him a sweet kiss before resting his head on his shoulder, drawing circles against his bare chest.

“Laf, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He murmurs earnestly, kissing the top of his head.

The frenchman’s eyes shine with tears as he bursts into a wide grin.

“You are as well, mon amour. You are as well.”


forgive me for i have sinned

i saw that you liked it on your instagram story so i had to submit the second half  !

i am going to hell

The Gold Dress

Originally posted by ohskyefelicity

We found out yesterday from an old interview with Emily Bett Rickards that Oliver actually bought Felicity the gold dress Felicity wore in the Dodger episode. This is a little fic, Pretty Woman style, on how that came to be. It’s from Felicity’s point of view. On AO3 if you prefer.

“So we are all set for tonight right? I’ll get the jewelry piece and make sure it’s delivered to the auction and you and Digg will meet me there.” Oliver looked down at Felicity who sat in her chair in front of the computers.

“Right, except I’ll monitor things from here. You and Digg will be onsite.” Felicity turned back to her computers.

“No, I want you there.” Oliver stated firmly. “We need to track if the Dodger takes the bait and it would be better if you were on site.”

“I can do my job just fine from here.” She looked back at him over her shoulder. “You will have comms, it will be fine.”

“Felicity what aren’t you telling me? Why don’t you want to go?” He looked at her with such concern.

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ginny weasley and luna lovegood

do you ever meet someone and all of a sudden everything makes sense?

there’s a reason you took that class and a reason you lost that stuffed animal as a child. or maybe they smile and everything goes away.

all your problems don’t exist and you could care less about the classes you fail because they’re here and they’re happy and you’re happy.

they’re blonde with big blue eyes, and they flinch every time you try to do their makeup and it’s a huge laugh. they’re taller than you even though you like to be taller one and the one in charge but you can’t do much when you have to look up to say hi or get on your tippy toes to give a joking kiss on the cheek if you’re brave enough.

there’s a reason you can’t form a simple sentence when a stranger looks at you the wrong way because you’re too scared they’ll reject you if you say the wrong thing. but sometimes you forget to say anything at all. and they leave you anyways.

but all of their jokes makes sense even when there is no punchline or it’s not supposed to be funny at all yet you just look at each other and you can’t stop laughing. and her laugh makes your whole face go red because it sounds like what you’d imagine heaven to feel like.

there’s a reason you lost your father and a reason she held you in the girl’s dressing room and you cried, smudges of black dripping down your cheeks. she isn’t sure if it’s from mascara or the way you’re feeling.

and shit you go outside to the lake every time she stays at your house over the weekend and right before the sun disappears into the sky there’s this moment where the clouds turn all shades of red, pink, and orange, but somehow, just somehow, she turns gold. because that’s all she is. gold.

but gold ruined your life because it’s the color of carelessness and desperation. the heartbreaking need to see gold on their side of the bed as light flickers in their hair, and you watch curl into the covers as they sleep because it’s 3am why are you awake? why are you so damn distraught over the color gold?

there’s a reason you’re without her. reminding yourself that you’re young and there are other people out there. but there’s a single thought in the back of your mind.

what if there’s no one else?

hunger pains

bughead fanfiction - one-shot - pointless fluff piece - unbeta’d, forgive errors


“A soulmate is someone who
appreciates your level of weird.”
-Bill Murray

Betty wakes up to the smell of bacon, but upon glancing to the clock at her bedside, she realizes it’s far too early for breakfast. Reaching her hand out, her palm runs over cold sheets, prompting a groan from her lips before she pushes herself up and off the bed.

Rubbing the grit from her eyes, she follows the soft tune of Purple Haze from the kitchen and sees her husband at the stove, oblivious to her presence. Pushing herself up onto the counter, the bare skin of her legs break out in goosebumps at the chilled marble.

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Alfred: Working out is so hard. Like, we need our rest more than even working. It’s like 45% actual work and 65% rest.

*Ludwig and Arthur exchange a look.*

Arthur: That so? 

Alfred *realizing what he just said*: For… uh, ya know… 110% effort… 

A Fish Fic for (not) Friday

It wasn’t until I went to write that title that I realized I should’ve saved this fic back till tomorrow, but it’s already posted and I am not a patient woman anyway. Oh well! Here is a short West Wing standalone fic about my favorite mystery: what benign force is in charge of Gail’s fishbowl? Personally I still believe it’s magic, but this is a somewhat more mundane explanation. Hope you enjoy! 

“So what’s going on in here?”

Carol jumped at the sudden voice from behind her, water slopping over her fingers as she tightened her grip on the glass bowl. She turned to glare at the interloper, now leaning in the doorway as though he had not a care in the world. “You’re not supposed to be back here, Danny,” she accused. “Margaret’s going to eat you for breakfast.”

“Hey, ease back there, Galatea,” Danny implored, raising his empty hands. “I’ve got a note from the boss, I swear. We’re meeting for lunch.”

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Rosalie doesn’t often play a role in my world because I kind of took her man lmao but gigi hadid is so gorgeous and I thought she would’ve made a beautiful Rosalie so I edited a photo and here it is. I kind of love it.

My blog is one year old!

Tumbler let me know recently that my blog is a year old!  I wish I could say something snarky about this blue hole of procrastination, but I’m just really thankful for this awesome fandom and all the wonderful people who make it happen!  So here’s a little something fluffy to celebrate:

Sansa eyed Jon over the top of her wine glass.  He was always a wonderful boyfriend but tonight he’d really outdone himself.  Their one year anniversary had started with flowers, then tickets to the symphony–even though she knew he hated it–and now an incredible dinner.  It was a restaurant she’d been dying to try but could never get a table.  Everything had been amazing, from the food to the wine, of which Sansa had several glasses.  Then there was Jon himself.  He was decked out in a suit and tie.  She couldn’t help but think about pulling his tie down to get at the skin below it.  

“You know Jon, the bathrooms here are like, individual bathrooms.  They’re really private,” she said, finishing her glass and placing it on the table.

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Felicity Smoak and the City of Gold - acheaptrickandacheesyoneline - Arrow (TV 2012) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/5
Fandom: Arrow (TV 2012)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak
Characters: Oliver Queen, Slade Wilson, Patience and Fortitude the New York Library Lions, Felicity Smoak
Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Alternate Universe, Remember the fic I’ve been talking about only as IndyFic, This is Indyfic, Indiana Jones inspired, If you think you recognize a plot device or nod from somewhere you’re probably right, I have stol…Borrowed so much, From Uncharted to Indiana Jones to The Mummy to Clive Cussler books to Aladdin

She didn’t plan on ever having an adventure unless it said ‘turn to page 34 to open the door’, but somewhere between being kissed in the library and running from a one-eyed man with a gun, Felicity was pretty sure adventure had found her whether she wanted it or not.

It’s like The Mummy, only not really.


Author’s Note: This fic has been over a year in the making now, and I owe so many people thanks for the help they gave me along the way. First, to @dettiot, for being the first person to cheerlead for me on this, and for the beta work to make this first chapter pack some punch. Really, the entire fic idea wouldn’t have happened without your comment about Robbie Amell’s Twin being a patron that one day. Happy birthday!

I would be remiss if I didn’t thank all of the people who betaed for me with all the drafts that this went through. @andcreation, @adiwriting, @ohemgeeitscoley for their grammer catches and tense hunting, and @ellefraser17, @almostvivian, @lynslogic and @nightkeepyr for yelling at me with excitement as they read. Couldn’t ask for better cheerleaders!

Many MANY thanks to @green-arrows-of-karamel for assistance with later chapters and answering my many questions about Venezuela! 

Finally, there will be artwork throughout this fic. This chapter features BEAUTIFUL art from the wonderfully talented @cherchersketch


Tagging the few people that expressed interest in knowing when I posted this: @thatmasquedgirl, @realityisoverrated-fic, @imusuallyobsessed

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Growing up, she had never planned to be a librarian. Felicity’s life had been computers from the moment she built her first one at age seven, all the way through her graduation from MIT with her Masters at age nineteen. While IT work had never been her ultimate goal — she couldn’t think about a life of telling people, “have you tried turning if off and on again” and not lose her mind — she knew it would have been the first step into a company through which she could then rise the ranks.

Of course, by the time she had graduated, the economy had gone down the toilet faster than her hacktivist days had. Given that the only other job she could find was working part time at Tech Village in her own personal version of hell, clearly the best option was to go back to school to get another degree, especially if she wasn’t the one paying for it.

Growing up in Vegas with an income coming only from her mother’s waitressing, she spent a lot of summers in the library, reading programming books, joining in on book clubs they had going on, or even a few of the arts and crafts things. Of course, that had all been when she wasn’t old enough to be allowed on the computers that weren’t just full of learning games.

She could have gotten around those blocks in a minute now, but at eight years old, it was a different thing entirely.

Basically, she had good memories of the librarians and libraries from growing up. When she did her research and saw that it would take a year, at most, for her to get her degree in Library Sciences, Felicity didn’t think twice before resigning her lease in Boston for another year. That was followed up with an email to her old advisor to let them know she was interested in coming back to MIT and could she maybe sign up for courses even though it was technically after the due date?

As it turned out, having masters in both library science and computer science & cyber security, along with a minor in Latin America studies (a few electives here and there and the next thing she knew, she had somehow gotten a minor) made her quite a catch for any library that was hiring.

The main branch of the New York Public Library had given her an offer she would have been stupid to refuse. Not only was it in New York, where she knew she could still apply for tech jobs while she worked at the library, but she would also have full access to their archives. Plus, moving from Boston to New York wasn’t all that expensive, especially once she had gone through her belongings and had donated what she didn’t need.

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Concerning the Relations of the King and the Head of the Civil Guard - Chapter 2 - Tanaka Tami (I_touch_the_walls) - モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100 [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Sir Hanazawa Teruki is usually the confident type. He’s strong and skilled and, of course, attractive. So what’s the big deal he’s having with King Shigeo? Well, it probably has to due with the fact that they’re friends. It may also be because Shigeo doesn’t understand that you don’t stare into your friend’s eyes for extended periods of time or call them into your rooms to chat at one in the morning.

The king was going to give Teruki a heart attack one of these days.

a/n: Pretty sure I just made things more uncanon than what the AU calls for, and I apologize if I did something inaccurate. I headcanon that Teruki is Shigeo’s fav knight. For @beanpots Black and Gold AU

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The thing Bucky likes about elephants in the room is that everyone knows there a problem but no one mentions it. Except Darcy. She always mentions it. 

When Steve’s half of the Avengers had been invited back to the tower to play nice with Stark, Darcy has already been there about two months making herself a staple according to some. She had the majority of the hero’s living there enamored, including Natalia. She already had some sort of spell cast over Barton when they get there. Probably some left over love from Natalia the two assassins were on another plain of existence and he didn’t doubt they shared a conscious. She’d made devastatingly short work of Steve and Sam, feeding and verbally abusing them into friendship, and then she was by his side. 

He had tried to fight her at first, glaring at her, snarling at her, begging Natalia to make her go away, hiding from her. All to no avail. 

“You know Jarvis just tells me where you’re hiding right?” She said conversationally after she opened the janitors closet he was standing stock still in. Bucky gives her a dirty look. “It’s true he’s always watching.” She wiggles her fingers like it should scare him. 

“And?” He rumbled irritated. 

“And I’m his favorite human so he tells me where you’re avoiding me.” She shrugs.”Wanna eat?”  Bucky gives a heavy sigh, If anyone could charm a robot it would be this girl. 

And for the most part having the twenty something tag along isn’t terrible. Until it is. Like the time they’re at team dinner and it’s awkwardly silent and uncomfortable for everyone but Bruce, who’s reading, and Darcy who’s unflappable. 

“So you and Nat used to bang?” Bucky and a third of the other people at the table choke on their food. His eyes water and he coughs strongly, silver hand clenching until he regains the ability to breath. He gives her a wild look but apparently she’s done waiting for him. 

“Was it like sweethearts-going-steady-fifties-making-love? or like mad-hot- assassin-ass-slappin?” She asks Natalia. The team is chucking. Natalia arches a single brow a move that has most cowering with fear.

“Bit of both. He used to take her to the sock hop all the time” Barton deadpans around a mouthful of food. Sam and Steve are practically rolling at their end of the table. It makes Bucky a little uncomfortable Barton answers but Natalia nods.

“Ten out of Ten, would bang again” She says coolly.

Or the time when she signed him up to start for over 50s dating websites. Or the time she pointed out he couldn’t avoid Stark forever. But apparently he could because when she mentioned it at move night Stark had promptly exited the room. Bucky had been enjoying the fact they all avoided talking about the “civil war”. That Tony really really hated him and had only allowed him here as a gift to Steve. She only brought it up after they had gone to get a tune up on his arm and it had just been Bruce with some instructions from Tony. Apparently he wasn’t even persuaded by the tech in his arm. Harsh. This trend continued for the next several days, Tony pointedly leaving anytime Bucky and Darcy entered a room. So Bucky was left feeling like an intrusion and fervently wishing his personal beggar-weed would scram. 

“Will you stop following me?” He whirls around so suddenly that she collides with his chest. His hands grip her upper arms. He just wants to pout in peace and avoid everyone. Especially her and Stark. He gives her a good shake before he realizes he’s done it. “Leave. Me, Be,”  and then he runs away.


He’s sitting in the lobby where it’s loud enough he doesn’t have to think. Doesn’t have to remember that he laid hands on the annoying girl. He laid hands on her, not a relapse, not a brainwashed assassin. Him, Bucky Barnes.  

“Guess Stark was right” He sighs and stands to go. where he hasn’t decided back upstairs to face Darcy and everyone who probably knew by now or out to.. to what?

“Don’t let him hear you say that” A soft voice teases and a coffee is pressed into his hand. It’s Pepper. and beside her Darcy. She gives him a weak smile and waves but doesn’t speak. Which is unheard of for her. “He’s damn near impossible as is” Pepper gives him a warm smile. Bucky struggles for what he hopes is a smile but something catches his eye over he shoulder. and that’s all the warning they get. 

Bucky shoves the two women to either side stepping forward so that the bullet meant for the CEO  slams into his chest. It’s on the right side between some ribs, a fatality for the woman it was meant for. He falls quickly to his knees pain and ringing in his ears. It’s been a while since he’s been shot and he doesn’t remember it hurting exactly like this last time. People are screaming and Pepper is kneeling above him pressing on his wound calling his name loudly. Darcy is standing above them taser in hand and Bucky would laugh if he could find the breath. That dame’s the real hero.

And he passes out.


She’s got her feet propped up on his hospital bed flipping threw a magazine when he wakes up. He just watches her for a moment. The arm nearest him has dark purple bruises he knows are his fault. They look even worse against her pale skin. 

“Tony got you like an all new rib cage. Parts from Romania to match the original” She says without looking up. He struggles to laugh because she makes it sound like he’s a car. “He also did some whiz kid business on your arm while you were asleep to show his undying gratitude for saving his much better half.” She says and Bucky flexes his arm a little to find it does feel smoother. 

“That is not how it happened” A voice buzzes over the PA where Jarvis would normally be. It’s Stark. Bucky gives her a weak smile. 

“And he wants to know if it’s cool if he taps Steve, for America.” She adds. Bucky barks out a laugh and his ribs fucking burn. 

“THAT IS 100 PERCENT FALSE!!!” The billionaire says. “I don’t know how to evict people, but I will have Pepper find out, and you can consider yourself evicted!” He pouts. Darcy smirks and puts down her magazine. 

“I mean yea if your lady doesn’t mind and you can swing him, he’s all yours” Bucky lets his left arm shrug enjoying the finer points on the movement. Definitely an upgrade. “Thanks for being here” He adds to Darcy. 

“No sweat you can make it up to me by letting me bunk with you because I just got evicted by my evil slumlord landlord” She winks at him and Bucky relaxes. If she was upset she would have brought it up. Nothing goes unspoken with her.


Bucky’s ribs are never heal if he keeps laughing like this.

“Told you he’s always watching”

Fanfiction snippet for Sonic Forces

My earliest memory was of brilliant gold and water. So, so much water. I was in my father’s arms, his green fur the same color of my own. He was breathing loudly and heavily against my ears and he sounded so scared and was whispering words to me that I didn’t understand. All I knew was that he was afraid. 

I remember not being afraid. I remember being mesmerized by that brilliant gold. 

When I was two, I heard the name ‘Sonic’ be tossed around in conversation a lot. People would scoff and shake their heads in disappointment and disbelief whenever this name was mentioned. I couldn’t understand why. Then one day, they were all chanting that name as they stared up at the nighttime sky. There was that brilliant gold again, this time with a friend. I would never forget the name ‘Sonic’.

I was three when I finally met him. It was sunflower season in the fields near my home. My parents took me to the festival and against their warnings, I wandered off into the rows of yellow and black. I got horribly lost and the sun was setting. I cried and cried, and felt so scared. But then there was a rush of wind, and looking up I was met with a smiling blue hedgehog. He put a hand on my head and crouched down low to talk to me. I don’t remember what he said, but before long, I was in his arms and then eventually in the arms of my mother. 

When school started, I would see Sonic everywhere. He was on TV, in my history books, in school projects, in conversations. Everyone in class wanted to meet him – wanted to be him. He was on the news, along with Dr. Eggman. No one liked Dr. Eggman. He was always causing problems and making the adults stressed out and scared, and a lot of my friends were scared as well. But everyone knew that Sonic would always save the world if the world needed saving. 

When I was five, Dr. Eggman came close, but Sonic stopped him still. 

At seven, I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said I wanted to be a hero like Sonic. The adults were encouraging but seemed worried. Being a hero isn’t easy, they said. It’s dangerous. I could get hurt, they said. 

“I’m almost as tall as Sonic,” I had said. I was so naive. “He can teach me to not get hurt. He never gets hurt.”


I was nine years old when Sonic lost.

So this is from one of my all time favorite fanfictions, an inch of gold by @kuriquinn its about sarada traveling back in time and it’s so well written that I had to draw something from my favorite chapter and as you can probably tell I got really tired when I got to sasuke since the girls look so much better 😅😂

I tried to add naruto but it didn’t really work out lol