Waterworld, Sterek, Explicit.

In the future, the polar ice caps have melted and covered the earth with water. Dry land is a myth that people tell their children about when they put them to sleep. People live on floating communities called atolls and merchant ships.

Over centuries, mutations have evolved from the human race to allow for their survival in this post-apocalyptic world. Stiles is a mutation, an omega, living in this world. But Stiles has a secret. He knows where dry land is. Or, at least, he might know where dry land is. He’s not sure if it’s real, but he knows that’s where he comes from and that his father is supposed to be there waiting for him. And he has a map that’s supposed to tell him exactly where it is.

Enter Derek Hale, an Alpha mutation that has adapted to life fully on the water.

Stiles and Derek set out on a lifetime journey to find mythical dry land and dammit, Stiles can’t help but be attracted to Derek and his intoxicating scent.

                                Zutara Month Day 6: Snowflakes

For @officialzutaramonth, a prompt in which I am a sucker for Zutara babies, and my heart continues to beat on for this pair and their tiny little children.

Their trip to the South was supposed to be short. A short visit to finally bring their son to the Poles for the first time in almost five years. He had been too small, then, as a newborn to truly adore the beauty that was the polar ice caps of his mother’s homeland. And, seeing his wife so incredibly, and incomprehensibly happy, he decided he would extend the trip.

“Zuko, relax, he’s not going to freeze.” Katara swatted at his hands as he tried to put yet another layered parka onto their son. His brows furrowed as he looked at her skeptically. “I grew up with far less than he has on right now. He’s going to be fine. He wants to catch some snowflakes, and he can’t do that if he can’t lift his arms.” She let out a slight chuckle, then, their son already waddling beside them on wobbly feet as his wife adjusted the fur lined hat atop his mop of raven hair.

“Papa, do you hate the snow?” His son’s bottom lip pouted and Zuko shook his head, his own lips rising into a small smile.

“No, Ezra — I don’t hate the snow. I just don’t want you to be cold.”

Ezra seemed to ponder this as he scrunched his nose. It made his heart warm, seeing his son so in tune to the icy world around them. He may be a firebender by blood, but he loved the snow by heart.

“Mama told me you didn’t like the cold. You don’t like the cold like mama?”

“Well, I didn’t grow up in the cold like your mother,” he murmured, helping his wife finish buttoning the last of the buttons on Ezra’s coat. “You see, I grew up at home, where we live now. It’s always warm there, so I’m not used to this like mama.”

His son’s lips rounded in an O shape as he nodded, his reddened cheeks puffy and pink from the chilled air. But, as soon as he had began his questioning, his six year old brain took another turn, forgetting about hating the cold altogether and suddenly just wanted to leave. He was eager to get outside and see the snow again. They had been able to see it very briefly the day before when they had arrived, though Ezra had been half asleep and the snow hadn’t phased him, then.

But, now, fully awake at the crack of dawn — something Katara still wasn’t fond of (she hated mornings, though she would never admit it) — they had decided to let their son enjoy catching snowflakes. He had eagerly woken them up, begging, pleading that they go outside and play, and finally, after wrangling him for awhile himself and letting his wife sleep a little longer, Katara had finally given up the attempt to continue sleeping. She hadn’t wanted to miss her son’s first look at falling snow, anyhow.

And, it was worth it. it was all worth it. With the awe, and pure adoration upon their son’s face, his golden eyes alight with excitement at his first snowfallen morning, Zuko knew that braving the cold would always be worth it if he got to see that same look upon Ezra’s face each and every time.

“Emphasis on the D.” Rhett why…

I always appreciate when they have a guest with a confident on-camera presence.

Okay brain freeze doesn’t feel THAT bad, guys.

Link tryna argue that “book” is a legit answer. XD


“The only thing that interferes with my learning is my education.” Oh man, I remember discussing this quote in college.

oh HEY that kissing quote was used in Civ V!! :D

Michael is so touchy-feely. XD

bahahaha…that pause before he realized why Rhett was whispering to him though. He looked so confused. You’d THINK by now guests would know how this works.

Nasty mouth sounds at the beginning of the more… :s

Look at Rhett at 3:53. I can just FEEL him holding himself back from bragging that ofc HE wouldn’t conform by lying because he’s a strong independent woman who don’t need no man. >.> Calm yourself.

“Link is fine. I think you’re a coward.” SAVAGE MICHAEL TELL HIM

I love how almost NOBODY else who eats the gross stuff has the same visceral reactions as Randl.

This description of isolation is fascinating. Randl need to try it like they did with the sensory deprivation tank.

Randl’s office gets really dark when you cover the skylight. How do you know that, Rhett ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Filing that away for fic purposes.


Author: fanficsfortheneedy

Title: Mirrors

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 1208

Warnings: Mentions of sex, fluff

“Nice to meet you.” You watched as Steve introduced his date to Bucky. They were a gorgeous couple. Both blonde, long legged, and beautiful. She was beautiful. Her little black dress enhanced her perfect structure and her red lipstick made her teeth whiter that the polar ice caps. Steve deserves a girl like that.

Bucky deserves a girl like that.

You didn’t have double Ds or even Ds for that matter. You didn’t have luscious blonde curls and framed your face better than the frame on Mona Lisa. You were just you. Nothing special.

This kept you awake that night, laying on your side, back facing Bucky, contemplating on why Bucky liked you, or even if you were good enough for him.

Bucky lay awake as well that night. He faced your bare back, wondering why you were so quiet and distant. In the silence, he listened to your uneven breathing and he knew you were awake.

The both of you lay there for a while, not moving. Sick of not knowing what’s going on in your head, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to his chest. Your back made contact with the firm muscle and your heart fluttered. You loved it when he held you in his arms. It made you fell safe and warm like nothing could ever hurt you.

“What’s wrong.” He murmured into your hair, smelling the coconut shampoo you had washed your hair with earlier.

“Nothing.” You lied. You didn’t want to talk about it. You were afraid that upon telling Bucky your worries, he would make sense of it all and leave you. After all, you were no leggy blonde supermodel.

“Tell me.” He said as he nuzzled his nose into your damp brunette hair. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you firmly to him.

You remained silent for a while, thinking about the question, debating whether you want voice it or not. Minutes past and Bucky remained patient, waiting for your answer.

“Why do you like me?” You finally say.

“What?” Disbelief chiming in his voice.

“Why do you like me?” You repeat, apprehension creeping up your spine. You felt his arms tighten around your abdomen.

“Because your beautiful and -”

“But there are so many more girls out there. Supermodels. You could literally walk into a fashion show and pick one out. Why me?” You interrupt.

“Is this what it’s about?” Bucky pulled his head away from your hair and sat up, leaving you back bare and cold.

“No… Maybe… Yes?” You sat up as well but continued to avoid his gaze.

“Oh Y/N, my darling, sweet Y/N.” He chuckled pulling you to his chest once again. He looked down at you and kisses the top of your head. “How did this start?”


“You think Steve is the competition?” Bucky laughed, “I mean he is very beautiful but-”

“No! Steve’s date. The blonde one.”

“Ella? You jealous because of Ella?”

“Is that her name?” You reply bitterly. Even her name was pretty. How could you possibly compare to her.

“She’s not my type.” Bucky shrugged.

“Then what is your type?”



“I know.”

“But she’s got the long legs and amazing figure. She’s blonde and sexy. She’s got it all.”

“Come here.” Bucky got up, pulling you with him and he walked you to the full length mirror in the corner of the room. He stopped you in front of it and stood behind you, looking at you through the reflection.

“Y/N, what do you see.”


“Do you know what I see?”


“No. Well, yes.” His hands went to my hair, sweeping it onto your bare right shoulder.

“I see luscious hair that I could nuzzle my head in all day.” His hands moved to your face, caressing it with his flesh hand.

“Cheeks that blush adorably red every time I kiss you.” Bucky leaned down and kissed your exposed left shoulder, lingering there for a bit before looking back at you in the mirror. At the touch of his lips, you felt heat creep up to your cheeks.

“Lips that I love to kiss,” He leaned down to your ear, nipping your earlobe gently, “and bite.”

You held back a moan as he continued on, lowered his head down to your neck and kissed the sensitive skin, inhaling your scent.

“You smell delightful, doll.” His hands moved down to your beasts, cupping them in his hands.

“There’s not much.” You said sadly, ashamed of how much coverage he is giving you with his hands.

“They are perfect. I wouldn’t want them any other way.” He murmured into your neck, sending a tingling sensation through your entire body.  You could feel I’m growing harder behind you as you felt wetness dripping through your lace panties.

Bucky grabbed your waist and turned you to face him. You felt him hard against your pelvis and his hands trailed down your lower back and grabbed a handful of ass.

“Mmmm… And this. I love your ass. The way you sway it back and forth when you walk. God, it turns me on.” Bucky kissed you quickly and rested his forehead against yours. He let go of your behind and his fingers traced around your hips ever so slowly and trailed down your pelvis. The cold metal of his left hand slips underneath you, feeling the slippery substance lubricate his fingers and he palms and plays with you. His fingers move at an even place that almost sends you over the edge.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

You grab onto Bucky’s shoulders tightly as you were finding it quite difficult to stand.

“Don’t even get me started on how much I love this” He whispers into your mouth and he pulled his hand away, leaving you breathless and wanting more. His hand made its way back to your waist and pulled you closer. You blush as you feel him throbbing against you.

Brown met blue when he finally met your gaze. You saw nothing but admiration and adoration in his eyes.

“Your eyes.” He breathed, “I love getting lost in them first thing in the morning and I love that they are the last thing I see before I sleep and dream about you.”

“You’re beautiful.” You smile shyly up at him. Feeling better about yourself. Bucky always made you feel better.

“You’re my type.” He promised. You didn’t speak, you just nodded and reached up, kissing him fully on the mouth and he held you close to him, as if he was afraid you were going to run. His lips left the kiss and pulls you into a secure hug, kissing your hair.

“But there’s only one of you so I guess I better hold on to you. Wouldn’t want a beautiful man like Steve to pick you up.” He smiled into your hair and you giggled.

“I guess Steve is the real hazard here.” You said and wrapped your arms around Bucky’s waist.

The two of you stay there for minutes, enjoying each others presence until Bucky broke the silence.

“I don’t think I could ever truly tell you how much I love you.” Bucky whispered, resting his chin on your head.

“Show me then.”


Thanks for reading, guys! Let me know if you want a part 2!