or maybe hes just crazy


It’s okay even if you’re a little late. If it’s destiny, we’ll meet again.
― Davichi, Forgetting You (x) (x)

Prompt: “Kiss me.” 
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As soon as they get out of the car, Dean wonders why the hell they thought this would be a good idea. Maybe he’d known from the beginning that this was crazy but he just didn’t want to admit it to himself. It was the price he had to pay for bragging about having a date to Benny and pretty much everyone in his birthplace. He’d ended up begging Castiel to pretend to be his boyfriend- some people already mistook them for a couple anyways, so he thought it wouldn’t be too hard. Now he feels like he might have been wrong.

“Maybe we should just leave.” He says as he stands beside Castiel. “I’m sorry for dragging you into all this.” Dean stares at the festival lights spread all through the large trees in the backyard and feels his hands shaking a little. “Or I’ll just tell everyone that I-”

“Dean,” Castiel says and looks at him thoughtfully. “I told you it’s alright. It will be fine, trust me.” He holds out his hand to him, nodding at the field with tables and many people. “Let’s go.”

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“Gavin tell him to stay!”

“Oh my god he’s fast! That’s amazing!”

Let’s Play Minecraft - Episode 162 - Cretaceous Park


Finally finished! XD A set of Rumples that I started weeks ago to go with my Belles! These were super fun to draw and I love how they came out! 

My personal favorite is little Spinner!Rum but I still can’t decide if I love or hate his crazy disco shirt in the fourth one! (ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧ Enjoy!

If SM releases 2 teasers pics of two diff members (every 48 hrs) similarly to when they debuted the unit and their comeback is on the 14th, then they will have released 10 members, which is what most theories are suggesting they will have


Request:Hello! So every stinking time I ask about T'Challa people say no so fingers crossed on this one lol. But I was wondering if you could do an ask on T'Challa finding out his significant other is pregnant and him just spoiling her and being all protective and all that because T'Challa is a precious cinnamon roll and I love him.

You were beyond eager to give your husband the news, after months of trying you were finally pregnant. T’Challa was due back any minute from a brief mission with the Avengers. As you waited you paced, full of nervous energy. Despite knowing that the two of you would be alright with a little one it still made you unbelievably nervous. There was a big difference between trying for a baby and having the baby be a reality. Your hand touched your stomach, despite there being no baby bump to gratify your touch, however just the knowledge that there was a group of cells inside of you destined to become a baby made you smile. You were going to be a mother. You find yourself looking at yourself in the mirror, trying to imagine how you’d change, how the expanse of your beautiful brown skin would stretch to accommodate a child.

“Admiring your beauty, love?” T’Challa questioned. You jumped at the sudden sound of his voice. You hadn’t heard him enter. You turned and hurried into his arms. He pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” you gushed with a grin. T’challa looked down at you fondly, moving a bit of your hair out of the way.

“I am glad to be home,” he admitted and leaned down to kiss you. You accepted the kiss gratefully then just looked up at him. You didn’t know how to bring up the subject. Could you just blurt it out?

“Is something the matter?” he questioned.

You shook your head still smiling, “I’m pregnant,” you blurted, too excited to make any build up. Even without any dramatic suspense he was stunned into silence for a moment, before he seized you in another embrace, this one sweeping you off your feet. He spun you in a circle and kissed you all over your face. You laughed grabbing his face so you could kiss him properly. As he set you back down he was still smiling.

“I love you so much,” he proclaimed.

“I love you too.”

T’Challa always treated you like a queen… and not just because you are. He spoiled you to the max. Not just with material things but with his time and affection. For some reason you had expected that to die down as you grew bigger with your child. You were unbelievably wrong. He pressed his lips to your round belly sending love to you and your baby.

“You are so beautiful,” he grinned at you as you sat in bed. You rolled your eyes at him and looked down at your beach ball belly.

“Yeah, yeah,” you laughed.

“I mean it. Look at you,” he pointed at the body mirror across the room. You got a good look at your profile from there, “you are glowing, you are a goddess.”

“Why are you so damn sweet?” you gushed as you attacked his face with kisses.

“You are the love of my life, bearing my child. I know no other way to honor one I love so much.”

Just like that you were crying, and maybe it was just the crazy pregnancy hormones, but either way he gathered you up in his arms and held you close. You fell asleep in his arms, you woke up in the middle of the night with an extreme hunger for pickles. You carefully got out of bed, being sure not to wake your husband. The kitchen was fully stocked with all of your usual cravings. As you looked in the fridge you also decided to grab some ice cream. You fixed yourself a bowl of ice cream… that quickly turned into a sundae as you added toppings. However you still wanted your pickle. You struggled to open the jar and as you did so you heard T’Challa call your name. He sounded distressed, you could hear running footsteps.

“What? What’s the matter?” you asked suddenly tense as he came to stand in the kitchen with you. He ran a hand over his face and let out a sigh.

“You weren’t in bed, I got worried.”  he said in an exasperated tone.

“I just went to get a snack. This little monster has me ravenous.”

“You should have told me.”

“You were asleep.”

“Wake me up next time.”

“I can make myself a snack. I’ll be okay.”

“Anything could happen! What if you fell? Or what if someone was in the palace?”

“I doubt that would happen, but if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll  wake you up next time I want a snack in the middle of the night.”

“Thank you,” he walked over to you and hugged you. You sighed softly and hugged him back, jar of pickles still in hand. As he let you go, you handed him the jar.

“Open this for me?” you asked.

~Mod Lillian

Imagine taking a picture with Keanu but you make a gesture of discomfort about your appearance and he says something like: You look very lovely. He’s brief but meaningful. And from now, every time you’re unsure about your looking, you remember his words because you can say that Keanu said you’re beautiful and f*ck everyone else.

May I? | Part 2 /2

Even if fate had separated you from Yixing. Time would not stand in the way of two bonded soulmates that were bound to reunite and remain together till the end of time… but nothing is ever that easy….is it?

Part 1 | Part 2

Vampire!Yixing  x  Reader

Theme: Vampire!au, Past-Future!Au

Genre: Fluff, Angst | Warning/s: none |

Words: 4500 | Music: For You- EXO-CBX 

Heavenly light travelled down from the sky, illuminating the white fluffs of clouds that made up the ground as well as the floating islands that dotted the sky. The sweet smell of strawberries mixed with cinnamon filled your senses making you stretch and rub open your eyes. Expecting to wake up within Yixing’s arms, you gasped and whipped your head around quickly to search for any sign of the man. But all you could see were the faint outlines of figures floating toward something, atop the cloud layer. Sitting up from where you were laying, you noticed your hands. They were no longer fleshy and alive, like you were so accustomed to seeing. Instead, they were the mere light in the colour of your skin, turning transparent around the edges. You lifted you whole arm, and let out a shocked gasp that your whole body had transformed into this light filled being. Surprised for a second you shook your head in case you were dreaming, yet your last moments flooded back to you.

That is when it dawned on you. You had left behind your physical body. Now you were this form made of light. Which was your soul. Meaning you had. Died.

Instantly terrified by the new-found information, you cradled your sides with your hands, pulling your legs up to your chest, burring your face within your knees. You dearly wanted to meet Yixing again, your whole being yearned to return to his side even if it were for a mere moment.

‘I-I love you ____ with my entire being, heart, soul and e-everything in between. You are my one and only cross-dressing princess’, your beloved’s voice rang through your being, your throat tightened at the memory as you instinctively looked around quickly hoping to see his smiling face. Yet, you were faced with a figure in a large white robe that glistened within the dancing light. You couldn’t see their face due to some unknown reason, but you were sure if they stretched their arms out their garment would resemble majestic angel wings.

Too afraid to meet gazes with this unknown being you settled on watching your almost transparent toes. That is when an intense feeling flooded over you, as you felt yourself being looked over.

“An immortal’s soulmate huh?” The figure spoke up in a tone dripping with seriousness, its voice a mixture of many different voices, both male and female, young and old. Your body tensed at the sound of this being’s voice which was borderline between peaceful and horrific. All your mind could do was wonder how they knew that you were Yixing’s soulmate, “This is no place for a being such as yourself”, they paused for a second shifting to crouch down to your level, “Your soul may be reconsidered to return to the land of the living in a number decades”

“D-decades?”, you stuttered. Your hand lifted to the bond mark on your neck as your mind drifted to Yixing. ‘I won’t rest- until I find you again my love. I promise you’ Although he would not grow old, he would still be lonely, roaming the world in search of you, to bring you back into his embrace. Something within you clenched painfully at the thought.

“Yes. But are you prepared to pay the price?”, the figure stood again, moving to your side.

“E-Even if I am born again, I can’t be with anyone but him”, You played with your clothes shyly as you voiced your feelings. You nodded slightly at the end to reaffirm your decision, “M-May I, know what the p-price is for me to return to the l-living world?”, you asked curiously still very much afraid of this being and their unusual voice(s).

“In exchange for returning a soul back into a physical form”, they paused for a moment, causing you to anxiously fiddle with your sleeve, “That soul must be wiped clean of all memories from their previous life. No matter how precious and meaningful that memory or memory of the person is”, your heart dropped down to your feet at the revelation.

“Meaning I must forget everything, in order to return to Yixing? -”

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Oh no… Why? I can’t believe this… Is that… really chains? Am I the only one who noticed that?

OMG! Seriously, did Shiki chain himself to her? I can’t….he’s crazy.

I actually really like sonic the comic’s amy rose design as an older amy. iv been having fun playing with team rose designs so heres them older!!

The One With The White Lie

Pairing: Chris Schistad x Reader x William Magnusson 

Summary: With William secretly crushing on Noora while he’s dating you, Chris see’s an opportunity to have you to himself… even if it means lying to you. 

A/N: if any of u watch SKAM message me to scream!!! bc i’m obsessed!!! (and lowkey need friends!!!)

MASTERLIST, MOBILE MASTERLIST (you can like it and save it for later!)

“Find it,” William says in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. I watch him from the corner of my eyes, “I’m looking, okay?” I mumble, down on my knees, looking under the bed.

He kicks the leg of it and I scramble away, “What the hell, William?!”

He crouches down beside me, burying his face in his hands, “Sorry, I’m just –“ he shakes his head, “Why did you take it y/n?”

“I didn’t know it was Chris’ stuff,” I mutter, avoiding his eyes, “I thought it was yours and I was cleaning up so I thought I’d put it somewhere safe, I guess,” I shrug, looking around the room.

While I’d been tidying William’s room, I’d found his drug stash. I was vacuuming and put it somewhere and I couldn’t remember where. Only problem as that it wasn’t William’s and it was worth a lot of money.

Still, I knew there was something else behind William’s behaviour. He wasn’t the type to get angry over something so trivial but lately he’s been using any excuse to stay pissed at me.

“I’ll find them, William,” I reassure him, standing up, “But it’s 1am.” I rub my eyes, stretching my arms over my head.

“Maybe you should sleep at your place tonight,” he says offhandedly, looking out the window.

“Okay,” I sigh, “I didn’t bring my car though. I can’t exactly take the bus.”

He lies down on his bed, pulling his phone out of his pocket, “I’ll tell Chris to give you a ride on his way to Eva’s pregame.”

I scoff but he pretends not to hear me, turning on his side so his back is facing me.

Slinging my bag over my shoulder, I head downstairs. The sound of Chris revving his engine outside is the only thing that keeps me from barging back upstairs and smacking William with a pillow – or something more painful.

“This is the third time this week I’ve had to pick you up,” Chris says as I climb in. I lean back against the head rest, squeezing my eyes shut.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” I mumble, pinching the bridge of my nose.

“It’s not you who should be sorry,” he says, looking at the front door of William’s place, “If he’s going to kick his girlfriend out he should have the decency to drive her home.”

I shrug, inhaling and exhaling deeply. Judging by how William reacted, Chris wouldn’t be too happy to hear about his drugs.

“No, I am sorry, Chris,” I turn to face him, “I – I misplaced your drugs,” I choke, beginning to cry. Within a few seconds I was sobbing into my hands, “I thought they were William’s and I put them somewhere. I looked everywhere but I can’t find them. I’m so sorry!”

Chris stares at me with furrowed brows, pulling me against his chest as he strokes my hair, “Don’t be sorry, y/n – it’s – they’re just drugs. They don’t even matter,” he pulls away from me, cupping my face in his hands, “Is that why he kicked you out?”

“He said it was worth a lot of money,” I sob, “I’ll – I’ll pay you back, I promise.”

“Y/N,” he shakes his head, “It’s not important. Is that why he kicked you out?” he asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know. He’s been weird – I – I don’t know what I did,” I stutter. Chris sighs, wrapping his arms around me as I rest my head on his shoulder.

“Trust me, it’s not you,” he mumbles bitterly.

Monday was a shit show. At least on weekends I could avoid William without if being a big deal but at school, everyone noticed.

And the minute it looked like we were over, girls would throw themselves at him.

The minute William walked past me without so much as a ‘hello’, whispers spread around like wildfire, as well as rumours.

I never gave much attention to rumours, but there was one I couldn’t help but listen to since it was coming from the Penetrators.

“I’m telling you y/n, he’s hooking up with Noora. That’s why he’s trying to get rid of you, “ one of them says to me, scoffing.

“That’s enough,” Chris spits, standing between us, “Don’t listen to them, they’re just being assholes,” Chris says, leading me away by the arm.

He pulls me inside an empty classroom and I lean against the window sill, looking out at the courtyard.

“Hey,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, “You okay?”

“Is it true? About Noora?”

Chris’ silence makes my heart leap out of my chest, “Chris?”

“No,” he sighs, “Not exactly.”

“W-what does that mean?”

Chris cups his hands behind his neck, looking up at the ceiling and blowing air forcefully through his lips, “He likes her.”

“Likes her?”

I feel my throat tighten and swallow hard, “Like –likes her?”

Chris nods, looking at me sympathetically.

“Are they screwing?” I ask, not really wanting to know the answer.

Chris nods once, staring at me, “You deserve better,” he says softly, resting his forehead against mine, his hands on my waist, “So much better.”


Even though I shake my head, something inside me wanted to kiss Chris, not just to get back at William. He’d always been there for me, as a friend – as more. And especially lately, with William’s crappy behaviour. I wasn’t sure how I would’ve gotten through it if not for him. Still, I press a hand to his chest.

But he doesn’t care. He kisses me, pinning me against the wall.

I so badly wanted to kiss him back, but I knew I had to end things with William, if he didn’t end them with me first.

“Chris,” I say, pulling away, “I can’t do that to William.”

“Who cares,” Chris growls, “What about what he’s doing to you?!”

“And what exactly is that?!” a voice comes from across the room.

I look over Chris’ shoulder and realize William is standing there, with quite a few people watching over his shoulder.

“Fuck,” I mumble, already rushing to stand between them. William barges over and I push him back by his chest.

“Did you really just fucking kiss my girlfriend you fucker?!” William yells. I struggle to keep him away from Chris – not that Chris was backing away.

“Who cares?” Chris spits, “It’s not like you’re kissing her; someone might as well!”

“Fuck you!” William shouts.

“William,” I yell, practically dragging him towards the door. People only move out of the way when I start shoving them.

Once we’re in the carpark, he pulls his hand out of mine.

“I’m going to kill him,” he grunts, slamming his hand against a car, “Kissing you when you’re pushing him away – what the fuck was he thinking?!”

“William,” I try to interrupt, but he’s too angry – enraged.

“William,” I repeat, turning him to face me, “Why do you care? You were going to dump me anyway.”

“What are you talking about?” he frowns, moving hair out of his face.

I slump, leaning against one of the cars, “You and Noora.”

Suddenly he stands still and looks me in the eyes, for the first time in what feels like weeks.

“Was it Chris that told you?” he asks, lowly.

“No, I heard the Penetrators talking about it. Chris just confirmed that you were sleeping together because I was totally freaking out.”

“S-sleeping together?!” he exclaims, “We – we haven’t even held hands!

“What?” I frown, “So you two didn’t-“

“No, I wouldn’t do that to you,” he shakes his head vigorously, pausing to take a deep breath, “But I do like her. A lot. Which is why I’ve been such an asshole. I felt really guilty about it and you were always by my side, being perfect-“ he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, “And I didn’t deserve your kindness. Or your love.”

“It’s okay,” I sigh. It wasn’t, but I was tired of fighting with him.

“It’s not,” he says, taking my hands in his, “I’ve been such an asshole. I should’ve just told you how I felt,” he traces a finger down my cheek, wiping away a few tears, “Even after how I treated you last night, you’re standing here, not punching me in the face,” he chuckles, “Just listening to me – because you’re amazing.”

We stand in silence, listening to each others breathing. I’d always been so afraid of breaking up with William. Of letting his hand go. But I do it.

He looks down at it, tracing his thumb over his fingers, “So I guess this is it, we’re breaking up?”

“It’s probably for the best,” I say, “If you’d been an asshole to me any longer, we wouldn’t have been able to recover and stay friends.”

“So, you’ll still be my friend?” he asks. I rest a hand on his cheek, “Of course… with time.”

“And what about Chris? Are you still going to be his friend?” he asks, “I don’t know why he lied to you about Noora and I. Or why he kissed you. I never thought he’d do that to me,” William says, his jaw clenched.

He relaxes a little, his eyes focused on me, “Maybe he’s just crazy in love with you like I was. Remember how many fights I got into over you? Remember how you punched me in the face when I kissed you without asking?”

I nod, laughing.

“But you didn’t punch Chris,” he says sceptically, tugging a strand of my hair and winding it around his finger, “Which means…”

“Which means?” I raise a brow.

I already fucking knew what it meant, but something was very satisfying about watching William squirm to say it.

You like him,” he deadpans. I shrug, “He is terribly good looking.”

“Try terrible, full stop,” William scoffs.

“That’s not very nice,” Chris says, approaching us.

“Asshole,” William leers, slamming his shoulder into Chris as he walks off.

“Neither is that,” Chris says, rubbing his shoulder and watching William storm off.

He turns to me, “So did you two… talk?”

I nod, “We broke up.”

He inhales sharply, trying to conceal a small smile.

“About before,” he says, “I shouldn’t have kissed you, not like that, when you didn’t want to.”

“I did want to,” I say, “Just not while I was still together with William.”

You did… want to?” he raises a brow.

“I did,” I trail a finger down his chest, “But now…”

“But now?” he swallows hard.

“Now I don’t really want to be with someone who lies to me,” I say, quietly, looking into his eyes, “Why did you tell me they slept together?”

Chris sighs, letting his head hang, “I don’t know,” he slumps, “You were just there – looking all beautiful and sad. And I knew William was treating you like crap because he wanted to be with Noora but didn’t have the balls to end things with you – or because he loves you. And… I love you too and I saw a chance and took it.”

“You know that makes you an asshole, right?”

He nods and I hug him, resting my chin on his shoulder.

“You still like me though, right?” he asks, “You’ll still give me a second chance?”

“What makes you think that?” I ask.

He smirks, “You didn’t punch me in the face when I kissed you.”











Different Kind of Punishment.

Summary;Y/N get’s detention for not doing her homework again but Mr.Hemming’s has a different kind of punishment for her. 

word count;800 

Message me if you would like part 2! 

Part 2 will contain sex just a little warning! 

I hope you enjoy this, i had this in my notes and decided i would post it

Y/N Pov

i knew getting involved with him was a bad idea but now i can’t help it.

it was never meant to be like this.

I got detention, nothing knew there.

But something changed, he didn’t look at me the same. I thought something was up with him but i never thought having sex with him would change everything.

I am in love with my teacher and there is nothing i can do about it.

He ignores me every chance he can get and he asked if i could transfer English class.

it’s not fair,but he’s married.

his words to me that night were “i love my wife, i want to make it work”

i never expected it to happen like it did, but who knew detention would lead to having an affair for 4 months with a teacher, a married teacher.

The sex was great, better than i had ever had.

i’m 17 years old and have had 3 boyfriends in high school so i wasn’t a stranger to sex, i have had it plently of times but i never had that feeling i had when i was with him.

nobody knows about not even my best friend Lucy. She would freak out if she knew,she had a crush on him but i never really did until that day.

it has been really hard not having anyone to talk to, i could talk to him but he won’t talk to me.

Yesterday at School just as the bell rang for home time i saw her, his wife. She’s beautiful, everything i wish i was. She has long blonde hair, the body and the face. No wonder he loves her, no wonder he want’s to be with her over me.

They were high school sweethearts he told me, he had the biggest crush on her since Sophomore when he was at school, he talked about her like he still had a crush on her.

It broke my heart, but it was my fault for asking him about her.

Things haven’t been working out in his marriage the last couple of months, anyone could see that at school. He wasn’t himself, always arriving late to class, clothes not ironed and he looked angry like he had just been arguing with someone. Which was probably his wife.

I guess that’s why we kept having sex for four months, i was his escape.

he made me feel special. Yes the sex was rough but sweet.

I really thought he liked me, i remember the first time.

4 Months ago..

It happened on a Wednesday but days before i could tell something was up with him. He stared at me more than he should have, when he passed my table i could feel his hands touch me longer than it should have.

By Wednesday.. i was convinced maybe he liked me but i thought it was just my crazy thinking.

I got to class early because i wanted to see him,it was quiet when i walked in. Mr. Hemmings was just going through some marking when i entered. He looked up and then looked down not saying anything, i thought nothing of it and then i just sat down on my seat.

“Well looks like i’m the first one here again” I mumbled to myself as i tilted my head slightly hoping to get a reaction from him or even a sound.

“SHUT UP” Luke shouted dropping his marking on the table making them spread all of it and fall onto the ground.

He walked around his table angrily over to me, i thought he was going to shout at me but next thing i know his hands are on my waist pulling me up to stand on my feet.

everything happened so quick. i didn’t have time to think or to even breathe and then he spoke

“You need to shut up you prick teasing little bitch”

i was so shocked by his words..

I never thought he would ever speak to me like that and the tone he used aswell shocked me more than anything,but i couldn’t help but feel turned on. It wasn’t a tone he would use when he was shouting at a pupil in class, it was like a dominant voice.

But how am i a prick teasing little bitch? I don’t walk around with my skirt up to my arse, i don’t unbutton my top for him in class, i’m just a normal pupil.

What have i done?

i was about to speak to try and calm him down but he spoke again “ You’re going to listen to me and not speak. The rules are;

Rule 1;You only answer with Yes Sir, No Sir"

Rule 2;Don’t ever call me by my name”

and Rule 3;Never speak of this to anyone"

“Do you understand Y/N” he said

“Ye sir” i spoke.

What is he going to do now..

So guys i hope you liked this, i wrote this ages ago so i’m sorry if it’s shit!

I was going to write the smut part and then post it but i’m going to see if you guys like it or not first. 

Message me or comment if you would like me to continue this. 

Until next time 


Love Morgan xxxxxx

anonymous asked:

For supernatural AU, how long does Tony wait to return? How long does he agonize over deciding if it's to soon or too late? What if he got busy for work or something and couldn't return for a week would he agonize over them forgetting him?

Tony waits three days. He’s heard somewhere that’s how long you should wait so you don’t seem desperate. (“You are desperate,” Jarvis reminds him. “Yeah, but I don’t want them to know that.”) And then he spends the entire day agonizing over whether he waited too long because when he mentioned it to Pepper and Rhodey and Happy they’d all looked at him like he was crazy. Maybe the three days thing was just a TV thing, like stalking people into loving you on rom-coms. Which means he waited too long and he fucked up and Steve and Bucky won’t be interested anymore. Oh no. Why was he always so awful at this. No wonder no one could stand dating him. Not that they were dating. It was just sex. And Steve is an incubus, so he could have anyone. There are probably more attractive people, people who are younger (or their bodies appear younger), who can keep up with the amounts of sex Steve and Bucky want without Steve having to help them. Jarvis takes pity on him and tells him he doesn’t have to go to the club. But Tony can tell that Jarvis wants to go. Well, it’s not like he hasn’t suffered through watching the people he wants choosing someone else anyway. Maybe he’ll be surprised. (Jarvis feels the curdling disappointment anyway. Tony doesn’t really believe he’ll be surprised. He doesn’t want to probe too deep but he hates everyone that has made Tony feel this way.)

So Tony goes to the club. Steve and Bucky aren’t even at their table. They probably–probably already took someone up to their room. Tony tells himself he’s not upset and asks the bartender for the most alcoholic drink a human can stand. She frowns at him sympathetically and sets down a huge glass full of fruit and alcohol. It’s… actually delicious. Tony’s still bitterly disappointed but this drink… kind of makes it okay. Jarvis sends out a little pulse of amusement that makes the aching pressure in his chest ease a little bit. He’ll be alright. Even if no one else wants him, he still has Jarvis.

And then hands are gripping his waist, claws digging into his jacket, and a cold nose is being dragged up his neck. Tony stiffens and Jarvis readies himself to defend them, but then a familiar Brooklyn drawl says, “Hey, babydoll. You’re back.” Tony shivers and bites his bottom lip, tilting his head to the side so Bucky’s lips can take the same path his nose went. “I–I got busy,” he lies, because ‘I didn’t know how long to wait so I depended on TV knowledge to help me’ sounds really stupid. “Mm,” Bucky acknowledges, kissing up and down his neck. “Happens to the best of us. Wanna come sit with us, sweetheart? Steve’s a shit dancer. We can bring your drink.” “Well,” Tony says, smiling reluctantly. “If I can bring my drink.”

He yelps when Bucky tugs him up with one arm, wrapping his arms around Bucky’s shoulders frantically. Bucky catches his drink with the other hand and salutes the bartender with it before carrying Tony over to their table. “I–I can walk!” Tony stutters, trying to pretend he’s offended but mostly impressed that Bucky doesn’t look like it takes any effort to hold him. Maybe it doesn’t. “Yeah, but I like holdin’ you,” Bucky replies, shrugging, and then smirks. “Look who I found, Stevie.” Steve looks up from glaring at a goblin who’s hitting on every female he can find and his face brightens when he sees Tony. “Hey, sweetheart. I missed you.” Tony blushes. “I–I got busy–” Steve makes grabby hands for him, and Bucky snorts and sets Tony down on his lap.

Tony barely gets time to stutter out a confused ‘what’ before Steve is cupping his jaw and tilting his head back for a deep, wet kiss. Tony moans, one hand reaching up to grab Steve’s shoulder. He doesn’t even mind that Steve manhandles him around so he’s straddling his lap–Steve has a very talented tongue, and his hands are sliding up and down his sides, his back, clutching at him wherever he can reach. Tony breaks the kiss with a startled gasp when he feels Steve’s hand slide down, fingers pressing between his cheeks through his clothes. “Oh!” “Missed you,” Steve repeats, mouthing at his neck. “Missed how warm you are against me, how you didn’t wanna let me up in the morning when you were sleeping. Missed Jarvis glowing at me. Missed your sweet ass.” Tony tilts his head back with a keen as Steve finds his hole with his fingers, pressing and rubbing against it through his slacks. “Steve.” His hips start rolling almost of their own volition, cock grinding up against Steve’s stomach.

“Aw, Steve,” Bucky coos, picking a ball of watermelon from Tony’s drink and popping it into his mouth. “You finally found a little exhibitionist.” Tony groans and hides his flushed cheeks against Steve’s shoulder, embarrassed, but he doesn’t stop rolling his hips–because Steve might stop rubbing him through his slacks and that would be a tragedy. “Steve, Steve!” Steve nips and sucks at his throat, murmuring, “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Can’t wait to take you upstairs, fuck your greedy hole. You stayed away too long, honey.” Tony bites his bottom lip. He hadn’t wanted to seem needy. That, at least, he knew wasn’t attractive.

“Steve,” Bucky says after a minute. “When did we get so much fruit at our bar?” Steve mouths at Tony’s neck a little longer but eventually slows to a stop. “…What?” “When. Did we get. So much fruit,” Bucky repeats slowly, and Steve leans around Tony to see Tony’s (giant) glass of mojito with various cuts of fruit in it–watermelon balls, dragonfruit, oranges, blueberries, strawberries, cherries, a couple apple slices, and muddled lime wedges. “…What,” Steve says again, because when did they get so much fruit at their bar. Tony squirms around to look at it as well. “I just looked sad and asked for something that wouldn’t kill me.” Steve frowns. “Aw, honey, why were you sad?” “Uh,” Tony says, and then grabs his glass and sucks down a huge gulp. He gets another watermelon ball that contrasts with the mint perfectly and lets out a surprised but happy “oh, nice!”

(Later, when Tony’s more secure in their relationship, he admits his silly thought process. “…Is it not three days?” Steve asks after a moment. Bucky looks at him in disgust. “Oh my God, Steve, it’s not real. The waiting period to not look desperate is not fucking real.” “Are you sure?” “Get away from me,” Bucky orders, turning away from him, even more disgusted. “Don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me. I’m leaving. Don’t come and find me.” Tony watches him go, concerned. “Did–Did I do something wrong?” “Nah, he just gets mad when he remembers how shitty I am at flirting,” Steve replies, shrugging. “There’s a reason that it was Bucky who approached you, honey.” Tony stares up at him silently. What does that even mean.)

((He learns what that means when Steve gets fall-down-drunk and leans his chin on his hand and slurs, “Tony, you’ve got pretty eyes. Like dirt.” Bucky snorts his beer out of his nose. Tony stares back at him impassively. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” Steve insists. “But like, a good dirt.” “Oh, a good dirt?” “Like the kind you put flowers in. The dirt really good for fertilizer? Animals make it.” “…Steve, are you talking about manure?” Tony asks slowly. Steve slaps his hand down on the table. “Yes! You got it, Tony, your eyes are like manure. Ooh, do you think I could get that drink you got when you were sad? Do you think Emily will give me one?” “Just ask her for my sad drink, honey,” Tony says, and Steve slithers out of the booth and staggers toward the bar. Tony looks at Bucky, who has covered his mouth and is crying with the effort of not laughing loud and long like an idiot. “Apparently shit is beautiful,” he says seriously, and Bucky gives up, guffawing. There was a reason Bucky approached him.))

(((“Because it makes things groooow!!!!” Steve wails from under the blankets. Tony sighs and tries to tug the comforter off of him. “I get it, Steve.” “No, leave me,” Steve begs, curling the blankets tighter around him. “Just let me die.” “Just let him be,” Bucky says, smirking. “I can’t wait until he remembers coming back and telling you that he likes how tiny you are, but not your dick.” There’s a long pause, and Steve wails, “NOOOOOOO!!!!!” “You should stop getting that drunk,” Tony suggests. Steve moans sadly. “Let me die.”)))


For the August Prompt EventOops, I accidentally slept with my TA.”

You don’t remember exactly how it happened. You were at a fraternity party, and college fraternity parties meant alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol.

Honestly, you weren’t the type to be partying all night. You weren’t a drinker. You didn’t like tightly packed spaces. But it was your first year in college, you were dragged into this fraternity and now forced to be here for the party.

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you look happier

summary: Radio DJ David Nolan’s sister Emma moves to town to be close to him as he prepares for his upcoming wedding to Mary Margaret. Maybe he’s just a little bit crazy from wedding stress, but he kinda wants to set her up with his co-host and best friend Killian. (oneshot)

word count: ~16,500

also read on: ao3, ff.net

a/n: this story came from a prompt i received from @onceuponaprincessworld- “how about a captain swan where Killian is dating his best friend’s sister or Emma is dating her best friend’s brother? Maybe with some secret dating?” and then with help from @swans-and-pirates it sprouted into this giant oneshot monstrosity. 

If you like the secret dating, matchmaking, and romantic comedy, you’ll probably dig this.

“Good morning! It is seven o’clock and you’re listening to The Charmed Morning Show on 90.2 FM.” David Nolan smiles against the microphone in front of him. He glances over at his companion, Killian Jones, finding the man grinning from ear-to-ear. “I’m David, as always joined by my dashingly handsome co-host Killian. How’s the day treating you so far?”

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Stand By You

When Darcy and Steve got back from grocery shopping, they found Loki exactly where they had left him - hunched over the arcane text that had been recovered from the villain-of-the-day’s corpse.

The guy had gone down creepily easy and then proceeded to turn into an insta-mummy, still clutching the damn book.  Loki, who’d been waiting off site as backup if needed had immediately popped in and started laying wards like crazy, because the whole situation was suspicious as fuck.  

That had been two days ago and Loki had spent nearly every waking moment since then poring over the ancient tome, trying to figure out if whatever dark forces the shmuck had made a deal with were going to be a problem or if the book itself was going to pose a danger. Steve and Darcy had been as supportive as  they could, but Loki tended to shut out the rest of the world when he was working like this and they needed milk. And eggs. And bread, and half a dozen other staples - even with a Stark sized fridge and pantry, feeding both a Super Soldier and a Jötgardian meant that they got groceries at least twice a week.  And when Loki finally finished messing with the book he was going to be absolutely starved.

When they’d got most of the groceries put away, Darcy shooed Steve out of the kitchen while she put together a a couple of meatloaves for dinner.  He’d offered to help but they’d done most of the prep earlier and at this point he’d just kind of be hovering while she mixed everything up.

Once she had the food in the oven she set the timer and wandered back out to the living room, only to be bowled over by feels at the sight that awaited her.   

Steve was standing behind Loki, rubbing his shoulders and neck, working out the kinks that Darcy knew accumulated when Loki spent a long time hunched over a desk like that.  As she watched, Loki sighed and leaned back, closing his eyes and relaxing into the touch.  Steve must have hit a particularly nasty knot just then because Loki moaned in relief, and Darcy just couldn’t keep her hands to herself anymore.

She sidled up alongside the pair, wrapping an arm around each, and Loki, without opening his eyes, smiled and brought her hand up to his lips for a kiss.  Steve leans down and presses a kiss of his own to the top of her head.  

“Hey babe,” she says, squeezing his hand affectionately, “ do you think you’re far enough along to at least take a break and come have dinner with us? It’ll be ready in a little under an hour.”

His eyes open at that and he looks up at her in chagrin. “Ah… damn. It was my night to cook wasn’t it?”

“Yep,” Steve chimes in, “ but we know how important this is. You’ll just have to make it up to her later.”

“Oh?” Loki’s voice drops down into that silky purr that never fails to send heat straight to her core. “And how do you suppose I might go about doing that?” He accompanied his words The Smirk of Sex and she could literally see his pupils dilating.  

“Well for one, you get to make dinner tomorrow,” she wryly replied. “We can discuss any further reparations after we eat. Now come help me set the table.” 

The smirk dissolved into an enormous, fond smile, complete with eye crinkles that was so heart stoppingly beautiful that her knees went a little weak and she had to grab Steve’s arm to steady herself.  He stood up, stretched a bit, and came around to pull Steve into a chaste kiss that Steve immediately deepened, and so Loki had to rise to the challenge and so the kiss went on until Darcy rather pointedly cleared her throat.  This earned her a short but steamy kiss from each of them, which turned into a several longer kisses, which turned into a short but delicious make out session before they all eventually wandered back to the kitchen for dinner.

I noticed an interesting pattern

So for the majority of his appearances on the show, Crowley’s attire has been such

The dress shirt with jacket, tie, and coat

But season 10….

we got to see him without the coat for most of his scenes, and now season 11…

he’s gone and unbuttoned the jacket

In conclusion he has been slowly leaving less and less to our imaginations…I for one impatiently await the season where he’s walking around with only the tie on