“Annabeth!” His voice makes her stomach lurch, her skin crawling. “Would you stop for one fucking second and listen to me? What’s going on?”
The door to the building still squeaks like a bird screaming, the peeling linoleum exactly how it was the last time she saw it– barring the few extra chunks that have gone missing over the years. Even the stink of wet dog and the street still clings to the air. Annabeth can feel herself here all those years ago, standing in these same halls, riding Percy’s skateboard and struggling through homework.
Sally Jackson’s door still has the dents where Percy rode his board into it, the scratches from the time Grover’s backpack the time he slid down it, and the marks from years of the three of them kicking it open. Though it’s no longer Sally Jackson’s door but Sally Jackson-Blofis’ door.
Ten years of being a detective has drilled this procedure into her. Muscle memory from the time she opens her cruiser door until she leaves the next of kin’s apartment. But this is entirely different. This isn’t just another victim. It isn’t another set of questions. This is the case that started everything, that threw her into searching when she was sixteen years old and drove her to search for the answers she could never find.
“Annabeth are you mad at me? Is this– is this about Rachel? Look, Annabeth, I can explain that see…”
She tunes Percy out, focusing on the reason she’s here. In the words she’s going to have to say, and the woman she’s going to devastate.
The knock echos in the hallway and through her arm into the hollowness in her chest.
“Annabeth!” Sally says surprised. “I wasn’t expecting you. Isn’t our dinner in two weeks?”
“I'm– I’m not here for a personal visit, Sally. I'm– I’m so, so sorry, Sally.”
Annabeth holds out the plastic bag with Evidence in black lettering across the stripe of red. Sally takes a minute to realize what Annabeth’s holding, but that’s not surprising. After all it’s been ten years since she’s seen Percy’s wallet, since he disappeared with it.
I stopped at the gas station on the way home from work, and the 40+ year old guy at the counter saw my Steven Universe wallet and said “Oh my God, is that the… uhh… Steven Gem show?!”
I told him yes (but with the correct name), and he started telling me about his 5 year old son who loves the show, and that he sings all the songs, and wants to learn sword fighting like Pearl, etc. He really wanted to get him a shirt, so I gave him a little list of websites to shop at, and he was really happy.
I had a very long, tiring day, and it just made me really happy. I can’t wait to show SU to my own kids.
Harry took Y/N shopping, I bet she’s with him for the money.
Y/N is back at it again stealing his money.
Get a job Y/N.
Y/N tossed her phone on the counter, groaning and laying her head on the counter as well. Harry sighs, grabbing her phone and reading through the tweets.
Eight months. They had been dating for eight months and everyone kept claiming she was with Harry for his money, which was ridiculous her parents made just about the same, if not, more than Harry. Y/N came from a wealthy family, both her parents neurosurgeons and she was to follow in their footsteps, but of course no one cared about that.
“Honey,” Harry said, locking her phone and setting it aside, “just ignore them, please.”
He rubs her back as she shakes her head. But Harry knew the real Y/N, the one that loved eating Chinese food at two am, the one who truly believed everything sounded better in a car wash, the one who loved to help others.
Harry had met Y/N in Kenya when he was doing volunteer work, it was originally for PR, but he ended up leaving with her. He remembered how much Y/N hated him at first, she was upset that he was only there to get more promotion so people could see he was a nice man, and she had gone because she loved it. Every year she was there, helping the kids, building homes, helping them learn, helping them heal. He remembered that he worked harder to get on her good side than he probably did volunteering.
“I’m obviously not with you for the money!” She cried.
“I know that, and my family knows that,” Harry assured her, “and that’s all that matters.”
She sits up, a frown on her lips. Harry leans down, kissing her gently, “I love you,” Harry says.
“Oh my god,” Y/N groans, digging into her purse, “I forgot my wallet.”
“‘s alright love, I got it,” Harry smiled, handing the cashier his card.
“No-we can come back later-it’s not a big deal,” y/n shakes her head, zipping her bag, but the cashier had already swiped his card.
The girl behind the counter rolled her eyes, handing Harry the slip and a pen for him to sign. When Y/N turns she sees the camera’s on them, and just like she expected it had gone viral.
Everyone proceeded to comment on how Harry took her out shopping and paid for everything, how she seemed ungrateful. She grabbed the bag, Harry’s hand and stormed out of the store.
“So Harry,” Nick smiled into the microphone, “you asked to come on here, you have a message to give out?”
Harry nods, “my girlfriend, Y/N, is being sent a lot of nasty messages, and I feel the need to address it. Y/N’s name is Y/N, Y/L/N, she’s daughter of Linda and Mark Y/L/N,” he says, “one of the wealthiest people in the U.S. I can assure everyone that Y/N isn’t using me for money, sometimes she forgets her wallet, sometimes I forget mine. We are humans, we slip up. But I do not enjoy people attacking her, we should all be spreading love, we should all be supporting each other. I just want people to step back and realize she’s a person too, she has feelings, don’t waste your energy attacking her, support her, support your friends, family, but that energy into something good, please.”
“That was very sweet of you,” Y/N sets down her apron, smiling as Harry walked in the kitchen.
“‘s nothing,” Harry shrugs.
But she shakes her head, a smile on her face, she wraps her arms around the taller man, “no, it’s amazing,” Y/N shakes her head, pressing her forehead against his.
“I was just stating the truth,” Harry shrugged.
“I love you,” Y/N kisses him, “with or without your money.”
Harry chuckled, “I love you too,” he says, “now I’m hungry, can we eat.”
This sounded better in my head but I’m sick and tired and this feel like it’s good but I guess we will figure it out when I wake up again and I’m not sick and I read it lol
Hellooo would you do a smut with Young K from day6 where it’s your first time? Xx
Summary: You did the thing with Brian for the first time.
Genre: Smut, kinda cute tho
Word Count: 1.1K
Note: -Sings song title in brain- Tell me what you think cause i still suck at smuts yo, enjoy ~
You were sat on the couch in your living room, the sounds from
the television as the background noise to your thoughts. You had been wanting
to tell Brian that you were ready to take the relationship to the next level,
but you had no idea how to.
Do you just come right out and say it? Hey, sex me up? That
would be funny to be honest. You weren’t too sure how you would tell Brian
without making it weird or silly. As you sat on the couch pondering and coming
up with ideas, you heard the doorbell ring.
You were silently cheering yourself on as you opened the door to
your beautiful boyfriend Brian standing there with a bouquet of flowers. Of
course he would.
“Hey.” He said, grinning as he handed you the flowers.
You let him in and he immediately plops on the couch, spreading
his arms as he looks at you expectantly. You laugh at his actions before heading
over to lie on his chest as his arms encircle you.
“So what’s up?” Brian asks, looking at you.
You cough awkwardly. Okay now’s the time.
“Uh… I wa-No wait. Uh… I’m ready…?” You say in a questioning
Brian sits up and pulls you with him.
“Are you sure?” Brian asked, looking at you with concern filled
You nodded in response, biting onto your lip as it finally
settled in your brain that you had just asked your boyfriend to take your virginity.
“No but like are you sure?” Brian asks again, making you giggle.
“Yes Brian, I am. Can we do it now or like do you want to wait
some more?” You tease, a small smile on your face.
You were actually quite nervous, I mean who wouldn’t be for
their first time? Brian picks you up bridal style and carries you off to your
room, gently placing you on the bed.
He then starts off by kissing you, a small simple gesture that
quickly turned into a full on make out session, complete with tongue and
moaning. Brian slowly starts to trail his lips to your neck, nipping and kissing.
The moment he finds your weak spot, he sucks harshly, effectively making you
For a short second, Brian stops his actions, pulling away as he
pulls off his shirt. Shyly, you do the same, leaving you in your bra. You instantly
get self-conscious when Brian stares at you, his eyes raking down your body.
“You’re so beautiful.” Brian mumbles, reconnecting your lips.
His hands move from your neck down your back, his cold hands
making you shiver. Soon he has you pinned under him as he kisses down your
body, stopping to unclasp your bra. His hands are roaming all over your body,
but never touching your exposed chest.
When he does, oh god, when he does, he does it in a way that got
you tingling. He brings his hands up to play with your breasts, fingers
tweaking your nipples as he covers your chest with open mouthed kisses. You
were gasping and moaning as he played with your chest, and felt yourself get wet
as he makes eye contact with you, kissing down to the waist band of your
Oh god. Brian pauses and quirks his eyebrow, silently asking you
once again if you were sure. You give him a nod and he pulls off your shorts,
coming face to face with your soaking underwear.
Brian starts slow, rubbing circles against your clothed clit as
he kisses your thighs, making his way up. You moan as the feeling of Brian’s
fingers on your clit is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.
Brian then pulls off your underwear, leaving you completely
naked. His fingers now make full contact with your pussy as he runs his fingers
through your folds.
“Fuck Brian.” You moan, grabbing onto the sheets.
Brian slowly starts to push his index finger in you as you feel
slightly uncomfortable at the new feeling. He watches your facial expression,
making sure you’re fine before moving on with anything. He slowly pumps his
finger, his thumb rubbing at your clit.
You moaned at the new sensation. Fucking hell, his fingers are
magic. Brian sets off with a rhythmic pumping of his finger and curls it, which
makes you moan his name loudly.
You felt something building in the pit of your stomach as Brian
adds a second finger, stretching you out. The rhythmic pumping and curling of
his fingers and his thumb rubbing your clit pushed you overboard, making you scream
out Brian’s name as you came all over his fingers.
You were all fucked out and he hadn’t even fucked you yet, holy
shit. You didn’t realize you had a death grip on Brian’s hand until he had to
loosen your fingers.
In the blink of an eye Brian removes his pants and boxers, and
you’re staring wide eyed at him because holy shit. He’s hung.
“You’re sure?” Brian asks again as he fishes out a condom from
“Oh my god Brian, just do it.” You
answered, watching him roll on the condom onto his length.
He comes back onto the bed, and you’re dying
because holy hell you’re still sensitive from your orgasm and now, how are you
going to fit him in you?
Brian pumps his already hard length as you
watch, feeling yourself get wet.
“Ready? It’s gonna hurt.” He tells you,
staring into your eyes.
You nodded and feel him line up to your entrance
before he slowly pushed in.
Oh there’s that pain he was talking about.
You were being stretched out in a way you
didn’t know you could be and it felt uncomfortable and painful. It sucked to be
Brian goes slow, pushing in inch by inch,
as you felt tears spring to your eyes. Holy shit it fucking hurt. The moment he
bottoms out, he stills completely. He holds onto you and kisses all over your face,
whispering sweet nothings to you. When you felt like you were okay and the pain
had subsided, you tell him to move.
Brian slowly thrusts into you, engaging you
in a kiss. Soon the pain turned into pleasure and you were calling out for
Brian at every thrust as you arched your back off the bed. He had reached between
you to rub at your clit again, and the pleasure was building as you felt
yourself clench around him.
“Brian I’m-Fuck.” You called out as the
feeling in your stomach became too much to handle.
You came again and you felt your legs
shaking slightly as the pleasure rocked through you. Brian had continued
thrusting to let you ride out your orgasm, but soon enough his thrusts became
sloppily and your clenching had caused him to climax.
The both of you lay there for a bit,
catching your breaths. Brian pulls out of you and discards of the condom before
he returns to bed. The first thing he says to you is, “I love you.”
So, yeah, I did it!! I wanted to add more, but I didn’t like where the story was going, so I posted what I liked and maybe later I’ll pick through what I didn’t and see if I can make something out of it.
This isn’t really his scene, the whole club thing, but it’s Joe’s birthday and he wanted to go out. In retrospect, this isn’t exactly Joe’s scene either, but James figures it’s one night. He can spend one night in a packed warehouse. It’s not going to kill him; probably.
It’s hot as shit, bodies pressed together so tightly across the dance floor that James can’t tell who’s dancing with who, and the loud, reverberating beats of the electronic music makes it really difficult to have a conversation. On his right, Joe is saying something, but James can hear maybe every third word. Something about getting something, a drink maybe, but he nods along anyway, knowing he’s not going to hear it regardless of how loud his friend yells, and Joe pats him on the shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.
James stands there awkwardly, checking his watch and wondering just how much longer they’re going to have to sit there, sighing loudly. He wants to go home, but again this is Joe’s night. He can suck it up. For now.
He’s not aware someone is standing next to him until they lean into him and ask, “You come here often?”
“What the fuck?” He rears back a step, nearly tripping over a bar stool, and turns to glare at a blond guy. He’s laughing, and James fights the urge to punch him in the shoulder.
“What do you want?” he yells at the guy, but he shrugs, pointing at his left ear, indicating to James that he can’t hear him, and James rolls his eyes. The guy beckons him forward, but he shakes his head.
Oh no, he’s not going anywhere near any strange people tonight. He may be new to this whole criminal thing, but he’s made a couple enemies (the perks of having a bit of a temper), he doesn’t know who could be working for who, and he’s not going to end up dead in an alleyway just to find out.
It’s the guy’s turn to roll his eyes, but he doesn’t press him either, shrugging instead, and walks away. Joe returns a few minutes later and tells James he’s ready to go.
“Thank fuck,” James yells and the two head out of the club. He digs into his pocket for his keys, wanting to distance himself from this place for the next eternity, only to discover his wallet is gone. He either dropped it or someone must have picked his pocket when he hadn’t been paying attention, but the only people who had been close enough to him to steal his wallet had been Joe and…
I’ve been giving this fanfic a lot of thought. Debating whether I should write it or not. And then when I did, it took me a long time to come to the decision to actually publish it. But here goes nothing.
Set in an alternate universe where Chris and Darren meet under very different circumstances. Rated T for angst & language. Warning for minor references regarding thoughts about suicide/death (in this chapter).
Chris looked up, facing the mirror in the airport bathroom. He tried washing his face with cold water once more, hoping it would lessen the reddening around his eyes.
Okay so I’m tired of having this sit in my drafts, even though I’m not 100% satisfied with it. If you guys could give me feedback for this, I’d greatly appreciate it. Please let me know if I’m portraying Stiles in a realistic manner or please talk to me about how I could improve!
Warnings: Swearing (it wouldn’t be an ellie-bee fic without swearing!), implied sexual content, implied unprotected sex (PUT A BEANIE ON YOUR WEENY), drinking. (i apologize in advance to anyone named Eve, Evie, or Evelyn)
Hey loveys! I hope your Easter is going well! May your day be filled with friends, family, and bunny shaped chocolate, yeah? Well, I know I said I’d hold off on the series till Tuesday, but I had to write this. I have been dying to type this out for you guys. I heard that my tags haven’t been working, so I retyped them out. Let me know if they worked this time or not, okay? I love you guys so much, and remember that I think you’re beautiful and amazing, okay? xoxo
Description: You lost your world. You lost the love of your life. All by yourself, with nobody to support you. Your daughter would have to grow up never knowing her father. But what happens when Bucky comes along? Will you let him in, or will you push him away like everyone else?
You returned from the optometrist with a new pair of glasses, and saw Bucky laying across your couch, napping. Victoria pounced on him, and his eyes shot open. You were afraid for a second that he might have responded violently. Not only did she come unexpected, and while he was sleeping, but all those years of being an assassin never really go away. You’re always aware, and if that had been you, your daughter might have ended up pinned to the floor.
When Bucky’s eyes shot open, he didn’t grab her. He was a little stunned, but all he did was smile and began to attack her with tickles.
“Uncle Bucky, no!” She squealed, writhing in his arms. He didn’t stop, he just chuckled as your daughter tried to get out of his grasp. Seeing the two of them together made you feel so happy, and it seemed like this was how it was supposed to be. The three of you, together. You smiled at the two as you hung up your jacket on the coat rack and placed your purse on the coffee table. Bucky finally stopped tickling her after they made a deal that if he gave her a big hug, and she threw her arms around him. He chuckled and the two of you met each other’s gazes, and it seemed like the world stopped. In that moment, you realized something. You realized that you loved him. Years of friendship had suddenly bloomed into something more, and you couldn’t stop it.
As you stared into his light blue eyes, you gave him a soft smile. You couldn’t let him know that you felt this way. At least, not yet. You didn’t know if he felt the same way, and it would be awkward if you did tell him, and his feelings didn’t reciprocate. He smiled back at you, then placed Vic on her feet next to the couch. She whispered something in his ear, and he nodded, whispering back in her ear. You quirked your eyebrow, curious about what was said, but you didn’t ask.
“Vic, baby, why don’t you go upstairs and get your stuff ready to go to Grandma’s?” You nodded, urging her on. She gave you a big smile and scurried on upstairs to her room, leaving you and Bucky alone in the living room.
“I hope nothing was wrong with the toilet?” You furrowed your eyebrows, hoping for the best.
“Yep, it’s all good. She didn’t do any damage, except for your glasses.” He cracked a smile, getting up from the couch.
“Oh thank god. She’s already done enough damage to my wallet.” You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. He walked around the sofa and stopping in front of you.
“So, I’ll pick you up at seven, if that’s alright.” He rubbed the back of his neck, diverting his gaze to the floor. The right side of his mouth was curled up into a half smile. He always did this when he was nervous.
“That’s perfect. I’ll see you soon, Buck.” You placed your hand on his chest, and you could feel his erratic heartbeat as you went on your toes and kissed him on the cheek. “You can calm down. I’m not that scary, am I?” You smirked and opened the door for him. He blushed a deep scarlet, noticing that he could hear his own heartbeat in his head which meant you could feel it through his shirt.
“I will admit, when I first met you, I was terrified.” He chuckled, stepping outside and making his way down the steps to his car. You gaped at him, shocked.
“The Winter Soldier was afraid of me? That’s an accomplishment.” You crossed your arms over your chest as you leaned against the doorway, wiggling your eyebrows at the handsome man.
“Don’t get to cocky.” He shook his head at you before sliding into the driver’s seat, and speeding off down the street.
As you watched him drive away, you could feel him tugging at your heart. All this time he had been by your side, and just now you had figured out that you loved him. Maybe all those years as friends, the feeling laid dormant in your chest, just waiting to awaken. This sudden epiphany obviously didn’t change the fact that you loved Pietro. He would always hold a special place in your heart, and you didn’t question, nor regret any decision. Bucky had been there for you for all those years, supporting you through every decision and mistake. He watched you grow as a person, and never doubted you. When were you going to tell him? Was he even going to feel the same way?
You didn’t know, you just had to wait and find out…
Aghhh. I was going to make this one big chapter, but then it was going to be superrrrr long. So, the actual date will come tomorrow! The build up, guys. I had to. I love y’all so much, and I wish you all a wonderful Easter Sunday. xoxo
TAGLIST FOR THIS SERIES IS OPEN, AS WELL AS THE PERMANENT ONE.
Maria Reynolds x Reader Words: 793 College!Au Request: Can I have a modern college au w/ Maria (or
Peggy) x reader where the reader is at a small corner coffee shop to study. One
of them walks in & the reader’s breath is just kinda knocked out of them
because she’s so pretty, but gets caught staring.
Hi! I wasn’t actually planning on posting today because i feel like death but i have been sitting around being sick for the past two days and i wanted to feel like i achieved something.
By the way, to anyone who’s ever sent me a cute message or ask, I love you a lot. I love you all a lot. Well honestly I love all my followers and I literally don’t deserve you. You’re all such beautiful people.
I’m gonna try and go back to sleep now because I feel disgusting but thankyou for supporting me guys. Enjoy your day / night! xx
You had always been one to procrastinate, and after catching
a cold the day before your science report was due, you knew you had screwed up.
You laid in bed, coughing your lungs out all of the weekend. Eventually, night
turned to day and you found yourself with limited time to finish the report.
After a few hours of madly typing away at your computer, you
realised that you were yet to eat. You went to your kitchen, sighing when realising
that there was no food in your dorm. “Eliza, you were supposed to buy food
yesterday!” You exclaimed, looking over at your room mate who was sitting on
the couch with her boyfriend.
“I ran out of time. Can’t you just go across the hallway and
steal some ramen?” Eliza suggested, pushing Alexander away from her so that she
could converse with you slightly easier.
“I’m not stealing ramen from your sisters again!” You replied,
groaning. “Can you give me some money? I’ll go get it myself.”
“Fine, but you’re paying me back,” Eliza replied, grabbing
Alexander’s wallet and throwing it to you.
“Hey!” Alexander whined, glaring at Eliza.
“Shh, I’ll make it worthwhile when they leave,” Eliza replied,
kissing Alexander roughly. You shuddered slightly, grabbing the money from his
wallet and leaving your shared dorm.
Eliza had been your best friend for a long time, but when college
hit she had changed a little bit. After unnecessary drama between her, her sister
and Alexander, she had decided to become a bit more dangerous around her boyfriend.
You hated watching her change herself for him, but no matter how much you spoke
to her, you couldn’t get her to realise that he was the one who wronged her.
You opened the door of the dorm building, groaning slightly
when the summer heat hit you. The closest supermarket was four blocks away
after you left the campus, and there was no way you were walking there and back
in time to get your report done.
You decided to settle for a café that sat across the road for
campus. It was small, and wasn’t going to have your groceries there, but Eliza
could wait. You were hungry now, she was happy eating Alexander’s face.
You entered the café, going to the counter and freezing. The
girl who stood behind it may have been the most beautiful woman you had ever
seen in your life. You watched as she served the customer in front of you,
beginning to panic.
You had never been good at conversations, even when you
weren’t nervous. There was no way in the world you could walk up to that
counter and speak to someone so incredibly good looking.
You gulped nervously, walking forward to the counter.
“Hi, I’ll have a skinny mocha with a side of your number,”
You said, blushing when you realised what had just come out of your mouth. “I
The girl in front of you laughed, writing your order down. “It’s
okay. I’m not amazing at conversation either. I’m Maria,” She said, smiling at
you. You felt the heat in your cheeks slowly disappear.
“I’m (Y/N),” You replied quietly, feeling around for the
money that Eliza had given you. Your eyes widened. “Oh my god, I’m gonna have
to cancel that. I’ve lost my wallet.”
“Hey, don’t sweat it. I can cover you on this one. Just pay
me back the next time you come in,” Maria replied, smiling again.
“As much as I’m loving talking to you, there are other customers
behind you that I need to serve. You can wait over there for your coffee,”
Maria said, pointing at the end of the counter. Your eyes widened.
“Oh! Um, yeah!” You replied, moving quickly to the end of
the counter where several other people were waiting already. You kept your eyes
on Maria the whole time, not realising your name had been read out.
“Um, excuse me? Are you (Y/N)?” The barista asked, tapping
you on the shoulder. You jumped slightly.
“What? Oh, yeah. I am,” You replied, tapping your foot
“Well your coffees ready. You must’ve done something really
well to get Maria’s digits,” He stated, going back to work. Your eyes widened.
You grabbed the cup, smiling when seeing the writing on the side next to your
“Thankyou!” You said, walking out of the store happily. You
took a sip of your coffee, raising your eyebrow when your stomach started
rumbling again. It was then you realised that you had completely forgotten
about the reason you had left your dorm in the first place. Food had completely
left your mind, but it had been replaced by a much more beautiful sight. Maria