roses at his feet

Alec rose to his feet and in that moment was the famous Alec Lightwood Kit had heard about, the hero of past battles, the archer boy with deadly aim.
“This is what I want and what I’ve chosen,” he said. “How dare you tell me it’s a tragedy? Magnus never pretended, he never tried to fool me into thinking it would be easy, but choosing Magnus is one of the easiest things I’ve ever done. We all have a lifetime, Zara, and none of us know how long or short it might be. Surely even you know that. I expect you mean to be rude and cruel, but I doubt you meant to sound stupid as well.”
She flushed. “But if you die of old age and he lives forever—” “Then he’ll be there for Max, and that makes both of us happy,” said Alec. “And I will be a uniquely lucky person, because there will be someone who always remembers me. Who will always love me. Magnus won’t always mourn, but until the end of time he will remember me and love me.” “What makes you so sure?” said Zara, but there was an edge of uncertainty in her voice.
“Because he’s three thousand times the human being you’ll ever be,” said Alec. “Now get out of here before I risk his life by waking him up so he can turn you into a garbage fire. Something that would match your personality.
—  Lord of Shadows, Cassandra Clare
friendship bracelets // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles & Y/N discover that true love isn’t anything like they expected it to be

Requested: no

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes, & smut

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When he was 3 years old, he watched in amazement as the big truck pulled up to the curb of the suburban neighborhood he called home. With his nose pressed against the glass he watched two men step out of the truck and start unloading boxes onto the driveway. The simple action fascinated him for reasons he couldn’t explain.

The sun caught the exterior of the bright red minivan that pulled into the driveway, causing him to squint. He couldn’t believe his eyes when a girl hopped out of the backseat.

“Woah.” He mumbled against the glass, his hot breath causing it to fog up. Quickly wiping it away, he watched as she danced around the lawn while the rest of her family started moving boxes. Her pigtails bounced behind her as she ran around.

“Stiles? What are you doing?” His dad asked curiously. Before he could answer, his father noticed the moving truck and family moving in across the street. “Wanna go say hi?” His father offered, placing a hand on the small boy’s shoulder. Nodding furiously, he smiled up at his father. 

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Dirty Minded Cap*

Pairing Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Prompt: Hi there! I loved resolution! Can I request one where the reader usually wears contacts, but runs out and wears her glasses and Steve realizes he has a thing for the naughty librarian look? Total smut. (requested by @ballerinafairyprincess)
Words Count: 2.1k
Genre: NSFW/SMUT
Warnings: Oral sex (female receiving) and unprotected sex. [Sex is safer with a wrapper. Use condoms, folks.]
Author’s Note: I don’t take requests for the moment, but this one has been sent to me after I’ve started posting on this blog, so I thought I could write it and I actually like the prompt. Hope you like it too, though. xx

    You dragged your feet to the kitchen of the Avengers compound, settling a pile of files and books on the counter. Sighing, you reached for the coffee pot and poured yourself a mug. You hummed a long soft moan as you swallowed the hot drink and you leaned against the fridge, looking down and drinking until a certain famous Russian redhead came in.

    “I didn’t know you wore glasses,” Natasha smiled and she poured herself a cup of coffee.

    “I woke up late and I didn’t have time to put in contacts.” You whined, clinging to the rest of the steaming hot liquid and you breathed it in.

    “You know what they say about men loving women wearing glasses,” she obviously quipped and you rolled your eyes playfully.

    “Yeah, of course. Everybody likes the nerd, right?” You chuckled and Steve walked in, joining Natasha behind the counter. “Hi, Steve,” you greeted, watching as his body tensed up when he heard your voice.

    “Y/N,” his smile faded away as he noticed the device perching on the top of the bridge of your nose. “Glasses? You told me you hate them.”

    “I do, but I had no choice. Nat will explain… Sorry, guys, I’ve got a lot of work waiting,” you took back your papers, walking past him with a smile. “See you later, Captain.”

    Steve watched as you left, the way your hair moved in sync with your high heels tapping on the ground and the curves of your body delicately highlighted by your skirt that vaguely reminded him of a vintage look. A light smirk curling his lips and he caught himself staring at you with more feelings than he should’ve had. He shook his head, trying to convince himself it was rude, yet the same very inappropriate thoughts came back to him.

    “Steve?” Natasha called, snapping two of her fingers to bring him back to earth.

    “Uh, sorry, Nat. Gotta go,” the super soldier coughed, excusing himself and he stormed out of the kitchen with an embarrassed and flustered expression plastered to his face.


    As a former member of S.H.I.E.L.D.- now working with the Avengers, you were the one in charge of all the data analysis. You were responsible of all the strategic section working for the group of heroes. You checked if the information received were valid and used for the purpose needed, ensuring a proper functioning of your data.

    You loved this environment, working with former colleagues such as Natasha and Steve was a real enjoyment. You felt humbled when the super soldier had especially asked you to join his team since some of his former teammates had either retired or had gone MIA.

    “Cap?” You knocked at the door of his office, opening lightly.

    Steve unconsciously licked his lips as you entered with this smile on your face, showing your apology and he almost wished you weren’t this polite.

    “Sorry to interrupt, I know you’re still working on tomorrow’s mission, but I think you need to take a look at this.” You stood next to him, sitting on his chair behind his desk and you placed your files to his attention.

    As you began to explain your point, his beautiful blue eyes never left yours as he saw you removing your glasses, fixing your hair and trapping a branch between your teeth.

    “Hey, Steve, you with me?” You waved a hand and his jaw tightened, seeing you wearing this grin on your face with your glasses now clinging to the collar of your blouse.

    “Uh, yeah… I don’t have a lot of time right now, video call from Fury and stuff-” he stammered, shifting his position and you furrowed your brows as he tried to avoid your gaze this time.

    “Are you sure you alright?”

    “I’m fine,” he grumbled and as he stood from his chair, you wrapped your hand around his bicep to stop him and every muscle forming his body tensed once again.

    “You’re not,” you spoke with a gentle tone and he dared to turn back to you.

    “I am fine,” he repeated with a low firm tone and you felt almost intimidated. It wasn’t fear; it was an excited feeling tingling throughout your whole body as you kept looking at him.

    Steve laid his blue eyes on you and an obvious confidence radiated around him. He took a step closer and you could feel his breath landing on your skin or describe the moles on his face as he was so close to you.

    Goosebumps were quick to make an appearance and he smiled as he saw the way you reacted, dropping your head to avoid his powerful gaze.

    “Steve,” you whispered, your chest rising at his touch as he took your glasses from your collar and placed them back on your nose.

    “You look sexy with these on,” his voice was husky and you swallowed, fluttering your eyes closed as his finger traced the side of your face.

    “Sexy?” You managed to breath, shocked to hear him using this word. Steve became more confident around women since he had been defrosted, sometimes he still struggled, but you couldn’t deny this simple sentence made your knees feel like jelly.

    Very,” he insisted, wearing a new smug smile and he couldn’t take this tension anymore as you met his face again, inches away from his.

    Intense warmth overcame your body and the lustful fire in both your eyes was enough response as he leaned and eagerly closed the small gap still separating you from him.

    His hands cupped your cheeks and his thick lips were on yours, winning the dominance as he titled his head to the side. Breathing each other’s air so fast, you felt a new burst of confidence and wrapped your arms around his neck, taking the next step of your kiss as you nibbled his bottom lip away in desperation to have more.

    Steve groaned, his covered erection pushing against your belly as he finally closed an arm around your waist and his free hand palmed the back of your neck, deepening the heated kiss that had you feeling dizzy with passion.

    As you pulled away ever so lightly, your breath itched and Steve’s fingertips traveled agonizingly slow up your arms, discovering your silky surface. He brushed his thumbs over your skin and leaned slightly, the pair of his smooth welcoming lips pressed just under your ear.

    “Do you want this?” He whispered and watched from the corner of his eyes as you nodded your head. “Words, Y/N. Tell me you want this too.”

    “More than ever, Steve,” you rolled your lower lip between your teeth, feeling the pool between your legs soaking your panties like never it had happened before.

    In a quick instant, Steve locked the door and pushed you against his desk, his lips claiming yours in a fiery kiss. His jacket fell to the floor and by the time he’d pulled away, you gasped, trying to catch your breath as he started unbuttoning your blouse and you pulled off his sweater, unveiling his toned chest.

    His lips attacked your neck with a series of languorous kisses and nips or bites along your throat. You whimpered, bucking your hips up automatically and his excitement was pressed against you. You leaned your head back, allowing his lips to find more skin and as you sighed shakily, he smiled, unclasping your bra and tossing it behind him.

    Steve grabbed your chin to make you look at him and leaned to meet you again. The kiss was sloppy, but passionate and it was quick before he pinched your nipples between his fingers. You gasped and he glided his tongue through your mouth, making you moan at the victorious taste of him. He finally broke the kiss, tracing a path with his lips down your neck and stopped at the swell of your breasts, licking the delicate skin.

    “The things you make me do, Y/N,” the super soldier exhaled and you met his gaze as innocently as you could, popping on the desk to sit on the wooden furniture.

    He flicked his tongue across your taut peak, finally taking it in his mouth and sucked on it a long moment. Applying the same treatment to the other, he grazed his teeth across your nipple, biting down and he tugged gently.

    Steve’s eyes remained on your face as his fingers took off your skirt, tugging down your shamelessly ruined panties in the same way.

    “Steve,” you breathed, urging him to go faster and he granted your wish, trailing kisses along your stomach and he parted your thighs, kneeling. Your wetness glistened before his eyes and he grinned proudly before pulling your leg over his shoulder.

    His wide tongue licked a long, generous strap along your slit and he lapped up and down, gathering your sweet juices in his mouth. He moaned against your lips as he tasted you and he made his way back up to your clit, licking another few times.

    “Steve… ah, shit,” you breathed and he pressed his mouth harder against your inner flower. Your hand gripped onto the edge of the desk for support as he closed his beautiful lips around you, starting to suck on your clit mercilessly.

    You carded your fingers through his hair and he worked his magic, holding your hips to keep you still. Watching you cry out his name again and again in pleasure, Steve only increased his work, shaking your rose bud between his lips and you felt the orgasm arriving quickly.

    “I’m- I’m coming!” You moaned, your head leaning backwards and you gripped his roots tighter, closing your thighs. He hummed in response as you squirmed, your legs trembling and the climax came over you for long seconds of bliss you thought you’d never live.

    Licking his lips, Steve rose on his feet and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants and boxers quicker than ever before positioning his erected manhood at your entrance.

    “Wow,” you gasped silently, looking at his massive shaft he stroked back and forth and you took it from his hand, applying the same pressure. “Don’t you want a …?” You smiled, referring to a blowjob and he shook his head.

    “Later. I want to be inside, you drive me crazy,” he growled and claimed your mouth once more, pushing inside you with ease as your wetness coated his member.

    Completely filled, stretched by his big cock, you nipped your bottom lip between your teeth and tried not to attract more attention with obscene cries of pleasure.

    So good, Y/N- feel so good,” Steve praised, looking down as he disappeared in you again.

    He started slowly, almost all the way out and came back in, snapping harder each time. He went back to a slow motion, making you feel every inch of his shaft squeezed by your tight walls.

    “How do you like it, huh?” He growled, holding your hips tight and he met your eyes in pure fire like both all your senses were on.

    “Harder!”

    Steve rolled his hips and finally caught the pace, thrusting fast as you lied down on the desk, giving him a view of your breasts bouncing in harmony with his deep movements. With each slam of his hips, you met more of him and the desk shook beneath you as the papers perfectly organized flew off.

    You took his hands in yours and yanked him down against your body, feeling his chest rising and falling every time his breath fanned over your face. You captured his lips with yours, moaning louder in his mouth and he started pounding into you relentlessly, burying his cock deeper to the hilt.

    You wrapped your arms and legs tightly around him, giving yourself to all the pleasures he had to offer and your head fell back onto the furniture as he hid his face in your neck.

    Shit… tell me you’re close,” Steve growled, gritting his teeth as he held back from his own release and you dug your fingers into the muscular curves of his back.

    “Yeah- fuck, right… there!” You gasped, every time his cock found that g-spot everybody had told you about and you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the same heat forming in your stomach beginning to tingle your whole figure.

    He reached down between the two of you and his fingers rubbed circles against your swollen clit, letting yourself go instantly. You screamed his name at the top of your lungs and your hands laced around his neck as your body went limp and your chests pressed even closer.

    You came harder than earlier, your walls tightening his member and Steve finally let out a strangled groan, coming inside you. He tried to shut down his sounds through your skin as his irregular, sloppy and long thrusts rode both your orgasms for mere seconds.

    The super soldier collapsed on top of you, careful to not crush your ribs. You both breathed irregularly, coming down from your highs and his long sighs leaving his nose died on your neck, sending shivers to your skin.

    “Wearing glasses turns on Steve Rogers, I’ll keep it in mind,” you giggled, running your fingers through his hair and he chuckled, kissing your skin.

    “You look very beautiful; you should wear them more often,” he smiled, leaning on his elbows and he adjusted them on your face.

    “I’m counting on it now,” you kissed his lips. “Didn’t know you could be so dirty, though.”

    “What can I say, Y/N? These glasses do make think of dirty things with you.”


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    Soulmate AU where your soulmark doesn't only symbolise your soulmate, but also how you'll realise that they are your soulmate. (because unlike the romace novels it isn't always "bond" at first sight, sometimes it takes YEARS to discover what was there all along). Now imagine Stiles so obsessed with his very-much everlasting state of virginity because of his bite mark on his chest and HELLO what else could that mean. (part 2 in the next ask)

    Part 2: Or imagine derek trying everything to get rid of his mark, because the bullet shaped mark was the reason his young naive self approached the argents, and KATE, in the first place. And we all know how that went.

    The water was cold as it splashed on his face – cold and refreshing – and his hands stayed pressed against his face for a long minute, his eyes closed and a tired sigh leaving him. Slowly, Derek dropped his hands from his face and grabbed the edges of the sink. He hesitated before finally lifting his gaze to the mirror in front of him.

    His eyes, blank with a hint of sadness and bags heavy underneath them, found the bullet shaped mark slightly to the left of the center of his chest immediately.

    Derek had been five when his mom had sat him down and told him about soulmates and soulmarks for the first time. And because of his soulmark, it had also been when he was told of hunters and how he needed to be careful. More careful than any of his siblings and any of his friends.

    He had been five and hadn’t listened. He hadn’t listened when he was thirteen either, nor when he was sixteen and approached the woman he thought he was his soulmate.

    It had been years – long and painful years – and he had yet to forgive himself for that. He doubted he ever would,and looking at his soulmark made him feel sick to his stomach.

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    the Doctors as Homestuck classes

    The aspect of the Doctor is obviously Time, and I really liked the idea that he would have a different class with each regeneration. Because that’s what regeneration is - you’re essentially the same person, just your appearance and attitude changes, so your aspect stays the same, you just interact with it in a different way.

    These may not be 100% accurate, I haven’t watched all of Classic Who so I know some Doctors much better than the others.

    1 - Thief. Stole the TARDIS and also two school teachers. Left his granddaughter on Earth and broke the TARDIS of another renegade Time Lord, the Monk (so stole their time-travelling abilities from them)

    2 - Rouge. He had companions from different time periods, stealing them for their advantage. For example, he took an orphaned girl from the Victorian era and she ended up finding a new loving family in 2017

    3 - Page. Starts with a lack of his aspect, being stuck on Earth, unable to fix the TARDIS to leave it for the longest time. Fixes it later and indulges in more awesome time shenanigans.

    4 - Heir. Tom Baker has been the Doctor on screen for the longest time (7 years), he’s the icon of classic Who, embodying it in some way. Also he’s weird, like his wibbly-wobbly aspect.

    5 - Mage. Mages suffer, and that’s what Peter Davison is really good for. He passes out in like, half of his episodes, if not more. Also during has era one of the most tragic deaths of a classic companion happened.

    6 - Bard. The producers didn’t treat Colin Baker’s Doctor too well, so he became possibly the most unpopular Doctor. Although he’s redeemed in the books and audioplays. Also had an interesting dark side to him.

    7 - Maid. He was really dark and had weird relationships with spacetime rules, sometimes really sticking to them, sometimes blatantly breaking them.

    8 - Sylph. As the TV show was put on a 16-year-old hiatus, Paul Mcgann’s Doctor kept the fandom alive first in the TV movie and then in the countless audioplays.

    9 - Seer. I feel like out of all the doctors, Christopher Eccleston’s was the best at “feeling” the time. Like in that scene from “The end of the world” when he was able to walk through the fast spinning fans. Or his speech in “Rose” about feeling the Earth spin under his feet.

    10 - Prince. As the seasons evolved, Ten’s destructive intentions unraveled more and more, ending with “Doctor Victorious”. See “The Family of Blood” and “The Waters of Mars” when he literally went against the laws of time.

    11 - Witch. The most time shenanigan inducing Doctor. Rewrote the laws of time on multiple occasions.

    12 - Knight. Spent 4 billion years in the Confession dial for Clara and lost his vision protecting Bill. Nuff said.

    Chewbacca And Han Solo (Jughead Jones Imagine)

    Originally posted by riverrdxle

    Word Count : 3728

    A/N: A small disagreement escalates into something Jughead regrets from the minute he says it. But in the time of need, good will always win.

    Warnings: Swearing


    “No.”

    “Please?”

    “No.”

    “Pretty please?”

    “Again…no.”

    “What about- “

    “Nah-uh.”

    “Y/N I AM BEGGING YOU!”

    You put your hand on you hip, “There is actually no way in hell am I wearing that.”

    Jughead sighed, “Why? What’s wrong with it?”

    “You want me to tell you what’s wrong with wanting me to wear a Chewbacca outfit to a party that our whole year will be at?” You asked with raised eyebrows, not understanding where the hell your dumbass boyfriend got that idea from.

    “Well, we can’t both be Han Solo!” He defended, throwing his hands in the air as if it was obvious.

    You scoffed. This was the biggest party in your whole social life, you looked forward to it every year. It was hosted by the one and only Cheryl Blossom and the rule was: no fancy dress = no entrance. The past years you had outdone yourself, staring off with Jasmine from Aladdin, followed by a hippie with the full flower-power theme the next, and last year you topped it off with dressing as Bellatrix Lestrange. Now this time around, you had to do even better, which meant definitely not wearing the Chewbacca costume that Jughead wanted you to.

    He had brought up the idea moments ago, you were currently at lunch in the student common room, surrounded by the usual group of Archie, Betty, Veronica, Kevin, Jughead and yourself. The people you called your “best friends” all had different reactions to Jugheads couple costume idea. Veronica was looking shocked at the thought of you wearing a furry-onesie to the highest social class event of the year, Kevin nodding and agreeing with her argument that she was loudly spreading to the rest of the group. Archie was in deep conversation with Jughead about the style of his costume and planning a trip the town costume shop for a plastic gun to take royal place as Han Solos weapon. And Betty was in awe at the ‘adorable’ thought of a couple-costume.

    You on the other hand, thought it was preposterous.

    “Sorry to burst your bubble Juggie,” you shrugged sarcastically, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “but I would rather get a sticky maple from Chuck than wear a Chewbacca costume in public…or ever.”

    Little did you know, that once you had said your final word and started to have a conversation with Veronica about your actual costume, Jugheads’ heart sunk. He was excited about this, the first time he wanted to do something publicly to show that you were his, and you had turned down his idea.

    All he wanted to do was show the other guys that nobody was to touch you.

    Looking up from your conversation with Ronnie, you noticed your boyfriend’s sunken eyes that were focused on the floor. He couldn’t be that affected by a simple costume, could he? It was just a costume, a silly outfit that he was taking way to personally to heart.

    Jughead looked up and met your loving eyes with a cold stare.
    “Fine, you would rather have a fun time with Chuck, then he can take you to the party.” Jughead stated
    aggressively.

    You were stunned, and as were the others it seemed because they suddenly fell quiet from their various conversations.

    “What are you talking about, Juggie?” You laughed lightly, confused with the sudden turn of events.

    He scoffed, “Well you obviously don’t care about me, so Chuck can take you. I’m not going.”

    Archie place a hand on his elbow, “Jug don’t be an idiot- “

    Jughead shrugged him away and stared accusingly at you. You started to felt your blood boil at his sudden accusations and rudeness.

    “Where is, this coming from?” You asked with pure shock laced in your tone.

    Of course, you cared about him, he was the one person you loved more than life for god’s sake!

    “You always have to have your own way! Nothing nice for anyone else,” Jughead accused, his words becoming harsher than expected.

    The way he stared at you with a cold, hard glare hurt inside and you could see the tears start to form at the bottom of your waterline, but there was no way you were going to start crying here in front of all the people.

    “Fine,” you shouted back, “I will go with Chuck.”

    Veronica started to say your name in a rushed tone to make you see reason, but you ignored it.

    “I will go with Chuck, because I don’t want to go with someone who overreacts about a costume party and starts making accusations!” You furiously said with the anger you felt being clear in your face.

    But Jugheads expression only grew angrier and suddenly, you were frightened of losing him forever.

    “Well that’s good then because I don’t want to go with someone who doesn’t care about anyone but herself and acts like goddamn royalty and superior, but is actually just a fake and never gets anything right. Because guess, what I hate people like that, and guess what again, that is a definition of you.”

    He spat out the words like poison, and the way they stung your heart certainly felt like it. Your stomach felt heavy, as if all the broken pieces of you heart and fallen. A single tear rolled down your cheek and the vison of Jughead was blurred.

    But when he saw how much damage his words caused and how he had just destroyed anything the two of you had, the anger inside his bones was washed away and instead, he was filled with regret.
    He hated the fact he had hurt you, the way he has just broken the person he loved and needed to get by.

    “Y/N, I’m sorry, I did-“He began to stutter with remorse obvious in his voice. His eyes met yours but you looked away. It hurt to do so.

    “No, it’s ok, you made your feelings pretty clear,” you spoke clearly, brushing the tears way with the palm of your hand and picking your back up from the couch. Without another word, you left the room.

    You were closely followed by Veronica and Betty after they both started at Jughead with confusion and frustration plastered on their face and left the room, running after you to make sure you were ok. Kev left behind them, but not before putting a hand on Jugs shoulder to show he cared for him, but the fact he left to come after you showed he was concerned for you more than Jughead. Archie was still sat on the couch, just staring at his best friend as he had a mental battle with himself.

    Jughead was furious with himself at the way he had overreacted and hurt you so deeply. He never meant for it to go that far, and his heart hurt at the idea of you crying somewhere feeling damaged and defeated.

    Archie rose to his feet and looked Jughead straight in the eyes. No matter how much he wanted to say something to make his best friend feel better, to make him ok and tell him that there was a light at the tunnel. Archie desperately wanted to tell him that you two would make up and you would forgive him, but he couldn’t. Instead he picked up his back and made an exit for the door.

    Jug’s eyes followed him out, and when Archie stopped he was hopeful that his best friend was going to be there for him in the time of need.

    But all that came from Archie’s mouth was:

    “You really fucked up this time, mate.”

    And he left.

    Jughead just sighed.

    “Yeah,” he mumbled to himself. “I know.”

    The tears in your eyes started to fall quicker and quicker as you stormed down the school corridors, looking for one person in particular. And when you saw him, you knew exactly what to do.

    “Hey, Chuck!” You yelled down to him. Chuck was standing next to Reggie, and when he heard his named called, he turned around quickly. Your eyes met each other’s and you felt a sickening felling grow in your stomach.

    “Hey, babe,” he smirked, throwing an arm around your shoulder, “what’s up?”

    You shrugged his arm off – it wasn’t the same loving feeling as Jugheads. Chucks simple gesture felt dangerous, and you suddenly wanted to back out from making a mistake.

    But there was no way you could go back to Jughead, not after he had hurt you like that.

    So, gathering up courage, you managed to force out the words.

    “Do you want to go to Cheryl’s party with me?” You spoke through gritted teeth, trying not to think about the fact you should be doing this with Jughead and not a play boy like Chuck.

    You heard running from behind you and saw Betty and Veronica nearing where you were.

    Betty placed a heartfelt hand on your elbow, trying to pull you away from Chuck, but your shrugged her off, “Don’t do this Y/N, you know Jughead didn’t mean it- “

    “Shut up, Betty!” You spat out, not intending for it to come out quite so rude, “Sorry, it’s just that Jughead has made his feelings clear, so I’m going to take his advice.” You said, looking them in their eyes and trying to show them that you knew what you were doing.

    Chuck pulled you back into his side and smirked down at you, “Yeah baby, we can go together, and after we can have a little fun.” He laughed and whispered in your ear.

    Your stomach grew tighter as you felt your breakfast almost making a re-appearance. You forced a smile and just nodded at Chuck, pulling yourself out of his arms and walking towards a worried looking
    Betty and a confused looking Ronnie.

    “Jughead made up his mind,” you defended yourself, biting back the tears that were ready to be unleashed, “and now so have I.”

    But of course, your heart took over and the tears began to spill once more. Veronica quickly pulled you into her arms, the comforting smell of her Yves Saint Laurent perfume making you feel safe for the moment. Betty joined in, and the three of you remained silently hugging in the middle of the hallway. Unbeknownst to you, Kevin and Archie has witnessed the entire matter, and when they noticed what was happening between you all, rushed over to be part of the group hug.

    ‘These people are here for me’ you thought to yourself. But no matter how much you wanted to be happy at that moment, you couldn’t.

    Because your heart was shattered, and unfortunately, the only person who could fix it was the person who destroyed it in the first place.

    And little did you know, that very same person was watching all his friends comfort you in the middle of the hallway, whilst you cried quietly because of something he did.

    And he was determined to make it right.

    —3 DAYS LATER—–

    Saturday night. Party night.

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    Imagine Chris admitting you’re his celebrity crush.

    A/N: This is a request from @unstainedlight and it took me forever to get to, I’m so sorry. But here it is, finally! It’s super cute and I’d a lot of fun writing it (as in I giggled a lot) Enjoy! X

    You arrived on the ‘The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon’ set shortly after your husband, Chris. The two of you came in separate cars because you’d come from your movie set, whereas he came from the hotel you were put up in while working in New York; he wasn’t due to film ‘Avengers: Infinity War’ until May. Both you and Chris had been invited by Jimmy Fallon to do your own respective interviews on your upcoming movies and pending projects, or so the both of you thought. As it turned out, those reasons were just bait given to your publicists to get both of you on his set at the same time without raising suspicion; the man had something cheeky planned.

    Jimmy had interviewed Chris numerous times now- one could say that they were friends, so Jimmy knew about Chris’ crush on you. He’d said numerous times now, in most of his interviews, that you were a beautiful actress he admired, with values, morals, and ethics that made him think very highly of you; or in short, that you were his celebrity crush. The thing that Jimmy didn’t know, however, was that they two of you were actually married. You’d met Chris in 2014 while having lunch with your friends, Emily Blunt and John Krasinski. Chris was a good friend of John’s who thought the two of you would hit it off, and you did almost immediately.

    After that day, the two of you starting secretly dating under the media’s radar because neither of you wanted the stress that came with having your relationship in the limelight. Both of you had been in the industry for a while now, so you knew what it was like when you started dating someone. The constant scrutiny, the tabloids and the rumors, the analyzing of everything you do and say, the haters and cynics calling the relationship a publicity stunt and waiting for it to blow up- you didn’t want to deal with that. Those were the things that usually ended a Hollywood relationship which was the last thing you and Chris wanted, so things between the two of you were kept under a tight lid.

    Your friends and family knew about the relationship, but everyone did as you both asked and kept what they knew to themselves. During your time as boyfriend and girlfriend, you attended all red carpet events alone and took no photos together so you wouldn’t risk revealing your relationship to the world. It was unpractical, difficult, and occasionally lonely, but it worked out. Of course you weren’t going to keep it a secret forever, at some point you were going to want to reveal to the world that you were with the best person you’d ever met; vice versa. You’d both agreed to keep things hush until things were more solidified, and now that the two of you were happily married- the relationship was to be revealed at your movie premiere which was in a week’s time. But perhaps Jimmy’s cheeky little plan to embarrass Chris would move that announcement up.

    “Hey stranger,” you called as you caught Chris in your dressing room mirror; he was up first and was walking towards the stage. He poked his head in and shot you a smile which you reciprocated. “Good luck out there, Captain America,” you gave him a two finger salute which made him laugh as he disappeared around the corner with the stage manager.

    “Oh my God,” your makeup artist, Arizona, let out the breath she was holding in. “He is so freaking handsome,” she said then chuckled when you laughed. “I’m so glad I’m not the one doing his makeup, I wouldn’t be able to focus.” You said nothing in response as you closed your eyes to let her finish doing your eyeshadow. “Are the two of you friends?”

    “I guess,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

    “You know you’re his celebrity crush, right?” She was grinning excitedly when you opened your eyes. “As a fan of both you and Chris Evans, I can say that the two of you would make such a great couple.” You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop from laughing. “You two should really make a movie together, ‘cause that’d be amazing.”

    “Yeah,” you nodded in agreement.

    “Okay,” she sprayed your face with setting spray then tucked a stray hair in its place. “All done, Y/N. You look amazing as always,” she complimented with a sweet smile. “And as always, it’s been an honor to do your hair and makeup. If you ever need a permanent stylist, I’m your girl.”

    “Thanks Arizona,” you smiled then saw the stage director enter the room through the mirror. “And that’s my cue,” you told her and rose to your feet. You followed the stage director towards the stage and watched the TV, waiting for Jimmy to introduce you and bring you out.

    “So Chris, I’m not sure if you’ve seen the interview your buddy Sebastian did with James Cordon a while back.” Chris’ eyes narrowed slightly as he pondered; he watched most of the interviews his friends and cast mates did. “The one with his celebrity crush, Sharon Stone.” Jimmy reminded him; Chris laughed and nodded. “Well, taking a page out of Cordon’s book- I thought I’d bring your celebrity crush here tonight so you can have the same opportunity to try and win her over with your charm and good looks.”

    “Oh God,” Chris laughed. “This is not going to end well, I can tell already.”

    “Let’s give Y/N Y/L/N a hand,” Jimmy called and you walked out right on cue. Chris caught your eye and you both tried hard not to crack even though the smiles you had on your faces were enough to give your big secret away. “C'mon Chris,” Jimmy teased as he rose to his feet, joining the audience in giving you a standing ovation. “Get on your feet, give a good impression.”

    “Right, sorry.” Chris jumped onto his feet and clapped for you until you got to his side. “Hi Y/N, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” He shook your hand then leaned forward to give your cheek a quick peck. “We’re going to blow this, aren’t we?” He whispered into your ear before pulling away; you subtly nodded in response.

    “Hi everyone,” you waved at the audience and they cheered for you. “Oh wow,” you began addressing Jimmy as the three of you took your seats. “It is so good to be back here. How are you, Jimmy?” You asked and he laughed.

    “I’m meant to be the interviewer here, Y/N,” he joked and you chuckled. “I’m great, and you look great too. The New York air must agree with you. You’ve been out here for a while now, right?” You nodded. “You’re filming your latest movie which takes place in Manhattan, are you having fun?”

    “Crazy fun,” you nodded. “I love New York, it’s where I started my career and where some of my best friends live so- yeah, I’m having a lot of fun. New York’s basically like a third home to me,” you told him; beside you, Chris smiled because he knew you refer to LA- your hometown- as home and Boston- his hometown- as your second home.

    “Third home?” Jimmy quizzed. “Isn’t the saying second home?” You nodded, chuckling softly. “Okay then, so if New York is your third home then- where’s your second home? I know LA is your hometown, so that’s number one. What’s number two?”

    “Boston,” you answered, trying not to smile too widely as you glanced at Chris; he couldn’t hide his grin. “It’s um- it’s a place close to my heart, a lot of my friends are from Boston- like John Krasinski, and it’s also where I fell in-love actually, with a Bostonian.”

    “You’re in-love?” Jimmy looked over at Chris and pressed his lips together. “Aw, that’s a bummer.” Both you and Chris laughed at that. “Here I was thinking I was going to set the two of you up 'cause you know, Chris- Captain America, is not shy about admitting who his celebrity crush is.” You chuckled softly as you nodded. “He’s from Boston too, so if you think he’s better than your current love- it wouldn’t be hard to jump ship. Right, Chris?”

    “Well,” Chris winced, trying hard not to crack. “If she’s already in-love with someone else, y'know- I’m not going to interfere with that.” You bit the inside of your cheek, stifling your laughs. “If she were single, of course I’d go for it, but she’s in a relationship, man. I can’t do that to a brother,” he tried not to laugh as he said that.

    “Think about this, Y/N,” Jimmy tried to sell your husband to you. “Chris is a fan of yours, he is practically in-love with you already.” You looked over at Chris and he nodded in agreement with Jimmy’s statement, holding a serious face that made you want to laugh. “And c'mon, how great can your current guy be compared to Captain America? I mean- the choice is simple, right? Right, guys?” He asked the audience and they cheered. “The two of you would be the new Brad and Angelina, minus the divorce 'cause you’re Chris’ celebrity crush and I doubt he’d do anything to risk losing you.”

    “Oh, definitely not,” Chris agreed and you turned away, laughing. “I’d treasure you for the rest of my life, Y/N.” He took your left hand in his, lifting it into vision but hiding your wedding bands. “I’d love you in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, till death do us part. But I think you already know that from when we exchanged wedding vows,” he said and revealed the wedding bands; everyone gasped, including Jimmy. “Yeah,” Chris began as you both turned to a stunned Jimmy, chuckling. “I didn’t need your help 'cause I already married my celebrity crush.”

    “Oh my God,” Jimmy’s jaw dropped. “How- when- are you guys even- Wait, what?” He laughed, bouncing excitedly in his chair. “When did this even happen? I didn’t even know that you guys knew each other, let alone dated! And you’re married? What the fu-” he cut himself off, his smile wide. “That is amazing, wow! Congratulations, you two! Wow!” The audience cheered and clapped when Jimmy did. “This is exclusive right? No one knew before this moment?”

    “Our friends and family know,” you told him, chuckling. “But no one else did, so yes. This is an exclusive on your show. I’m married to Chris Evans,” you said and Chris brought your entwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand.

    “Yup,” Chris grinned at you then turned to the camera, “I’m married to my celebrity crush.”

    A Father At Last (Peter Quill x Reader)

    Originally posted by despairingfever

    By popular demand: Peter finding out you’re pregnant. 

    Just in time for mother’s day!


    Peter shut his eyes and looked away as he held back your hair. He wasn’t doing the best job at it. A few strands had fallen in your face, but he was too busy trying not to throw up himself, to bother tightening his grip. He’d been in disgusting situations before. He’d grown up around dozens of men who didn’t know what it meant to shower. He’d been covered in god knows how many different types of alien muck. He’d been peer pressured—while drunk—to eat all sorts of strange foods…and he was fine with it all. But when it came to vomit, he could hardly hear the word without inwardly gagging a little.

    Thankfully, none of his current shipmates tended to get ill; save for one occasion when Drax caught the A’askavarian flu. Peter physically locked him in the bathroom for the duration, and took to sleeping in the cockpit, as far as possible from any noises. It was a rough few days for his stomach—and Drax’s—but they both managed to survive, no thanks to Rocket’s incessant teasing.

    But this situation was different. There was a difference between friends and girlfriends, and that meant holding your hair back, rather than flicking a band in your direction and running away, like he so desperately wanted to do.

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    Love & War. {Feysand}

    Originally posted by sensuous

    Sorry this took so long for me to post, friends. I had a busy (stressful) week and it caused some writer’s block. Thank you all for voting in my poll, though! Here is the prompt that got the most votes. I love hearing from my readers, and finding new prompts in my askbox. It makes me feel amazing as a writer! 

    Warning: This oneshot is equally smutty and adorable.


    Where are you?

    I shot the question through the bond as I watched Elain. She was sitting across from Azriel as he told her yet another story about Truth-teller. After what had happened with the King of Hybern, Elain had wanted to hear all about the sword, where it had gone with Azriel through the years, and the history it had witnessed. Her small frame was turned towards him, shoulders curved inward as her chin rested in the palm of her hand, her elbow gently placed on her crossed knees. With wide eyes, she clung onto his every word.

    The study.

    My eyes shifted to where Nesta sat next to Amren in the long chairs outside the sparring ring. My sister was watching the Illyrian intensely, her lips pursed, but her gray-blue eyes longing. Mor and Cassian danced around one another, jokingly, in their fighting leathers. Mor had knocked him on his ass three times in the last hour. He had blamed it on his injuries, claimed he was still healing.

    Mor had claimed she was going easy on him for the same reason.

    Your missing out on Cassian getting beat up by Mor, I heard him laugh through the bond as I continued, it’s pretty amusing. And also a little bit sad.

    He deserves it, he replied, amusingly. I miss you.

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    An Offer He Can’t Refuse

    Title: An Offer He Can’t Refuse

    Summary:  The reader tries to make it up to Dean after they argue, even though she’s not sure what he’s angry about.

    Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

    Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

    Word Count: 2592

    Warnings:  nsfw, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex

    Author’s Notes:  Written for @avasmommy224 birthday challenge. It had to include smut and the prompt “I’m gonna make him an offer he can’t refuse.”

    Originally posted by canonspngifs

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    it ain't me // dylan o'brien

    Summary: Dylan doesn’t realize how much he loves Y/N until it’s too late

    Requested: no, based off of this song

    Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

    Warning: yes, mature language, themes and smut

    Masterlist

    The envelope had remained untouched on the counter for nearly a week.

    Every time he looked at the stupid piece of white paper an immense pain clouded over him like he lived in Seattle and there was no chance of him ever seeing the sun again.

    The only thing she had left behind was the letter and a cardboard box with his name scribbled across the front in her messy handwriting.

    The two objects had been taunting him for the past week, surely collecting dust by now.

    As he took another sip from the bottle clutched tightly in his hand, the cool amber liquid provided him with a small amount of relief he was craving.

    Extending his legs onto the coffee table, he squinted his eyes as he flipped through the channels, the only source of light in his dark apartment being that of the muted television he had been staring at for the past 3 days.

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    “Tame You” - Jay Park X Reader (Smut)

    Description: You and your friend have been dating Jay Park and Simon Dominic of AOMG for quite a while before they both decided that their careers were getting in the way of your relationship as their schedules were getting busier by the day. An encounter in a club located in Seoul happens a month after both relationships ended.

    • Word Count: 3827 words


    Your hips swayed once more on the beat of a menacingly slow song before you left the dance floor, making your way towards the bar. Your friend lifted her hand in the air to attract the bartender’s attention and she ordered what was probably your favorite drink, seeing as she knew all too well what this little escapade was about. To be fair enough, you both needed it more than you actually thought. It felt good to let go for once. After all, it’s been over a month since it happened and you never got a call or anything close to that. 

    Your hand gripped the shot of Jager and you gulped it down, allowing the burning sensation to set in your throat for the third time tonight. 

    “Do you think they know we’re in Seoul?” (H/N) asked, eyeing you from behind her cocktail glass as you traced your finger around the mouth of the now empty shot. 

    “If they do, they did a poor job of actually finding us,” you rolled your eyes, turning your gaze towards the bartender. Your hand shot up in the air as soon as he looked at you and you motioned for him to bring you another glass of the fiery drink.

     "They come out here frequently, I don’t think they want to find us though, so,“ you shrugged, emptying another shot of Jager, “let’s at least have fun." 

    Your heels hit the floor as you got up on your feet and dragged your friend back on the dance floor, swaying your hips once again, catching every note of the song in mesmerizing moves of your body. Your eyelids felt heavy as you closed them and got all caught up in the mood, not even feeling your own breathing but the sound of your heartbeat succumbing to the body-vibrating bass. You forgot all about Jay, about the breakup and the lame excuse he gave you, his whispered "I love you” as you ended the call, tears pouring down your cheeks.

     The animalistic side of you drew you further into the mass of people dancing out of sync as you felt a single presence behind you, imitating your moves.

     "All alone tonight?“ you barely heard the voice over the blasting music. You bobbed your head up and down into a nod, pointing at your friend that was currently too lost in the music to notice, "only with her.”

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    Dangerous Man (John Wick x Reader)

    Originally posted by anothermoviepage

    Working at The Continental isn’t at all what you thought it’d be. 

    SPOILER FREE FIC.


    You smoothed out your shirt and looked in the mirror. It was your first day on the job. You were decked out head to toe in brand new clothes. All from a designer you’d never heard of. All custom made to fit you perfectly.  All completely free. On top of that, you’d be making a salary that, at entry level, was six figures. And all you had to do was deliver room service.

    But there was a saying you’d heard since you were young: If it’s too good to be true, then it probably is.

    You should have suspected something was off when you had to give a blood sample, a urine sample, a DNA swab, and answer a thirteen page questionnaire that included things like “list the full names of your parents, siblings, and grandparents” or “do you have any experience with sutures, cauterization, or CPR?”

    And then the interview, itself, felt more like an interrogation. The whole thing gave you this weird feeling in your gut, but this was also the most exclusive hotel in New York City. Getting a room here wasn’t about whether or not you had the money, but whether or not you knew the right people, and even then, it was typically booked solid. You’d even heard a rumor that The Queen of England was denied a room once. Of course they’d be picky about their staff.

    But after the lengthy interview process and dozen or so signatures on papers you probably should have read, you found out the truth about The Continental.

    The manager’s name was Winston. He was nice enough, though he had a very “no nonsense” attitude about him. The more you found out about the place, though, the more you understood why. It was a safe haven for a secret society of people. Assassins. Hit men. Gang Lords. The underground elite of not only New York, but the entire world. The only currency accepted from customers were gold coins. One gold coin was the equivalent to one favor. It was a simple system, Winston explained, but complex to newcomers. You’d pick it up over time. All you needed to know was that if you got a coin, you kept a close eye on it.

    Additionally, the hotel followed a strict set of rules, but the two that most concerned you were that staff was never to ask questions, and no business could ever be conducted on hotel grounds. The latter of the two should have made you feel safer, but instead, it just made you more nervous.

    Upon the conclusion of your meeting with Winston, he presented you with a single gold coin. You looked at him curiously. He smiled, and said simply:

    “A welcome gift.”

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    batsnotbutterflies  asked:

    write your fav a phic for her 16th bday on the 24th? -w- (dont hate me for the phic suggestion bc its full of memories and i wanna see how you recreate it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) dan and phil are out and dan keeps using cheesy pickup lines to tease phil and phil ends up taking dan into the nearest public restroom and smut ensues. oh, i KNOW you remember this ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

    HI I’M SKYler AND THIS TOOK ME LEGIT FIVE DAYS TO FINISH BUT SUCK MY ASS I DID IT

    also u made it sound like we fucked in a public restroom just sayin’

    anyways happy birthday pall ily also i’m sorry if i completely butchered our rp i tried ( & i changed stuff a lil clearly ) here we go



    “Kiss me.”

    Phil laughed, glancing over at his husband and raising his eyebrows. 

    “Again?”

    Dan whined, swinging their intertwined hands between them, his feet making light noises on the pavement. “Yes, again. I need a kiss.” He stuck out his bottom lip, pouting. Phil rolled his eyes. 

    “Fine, fine, I’ll kiss you. Don’t cry.”

    He stopped walking, pulling Dan closer by his hand and letting their lips brush. Dan grinned against his mouth, touching his face with one hand to hold him steady and pull him as close as possible. 

    “Thank you,” he said finally, pulling back and squeezing Phil’s hand. Phil nodded, starting to walk again. He flashed Dan a crooked smile, poking his cheek. “You taste good.”

    Phil’s eyes lit up, and he grinned widely. “Y’know, that’s actually a science thing, when two people taste good to each other-”

    “You’ve said.”

    Phil laughed, searching Dan’s face. 

    “You’re blushing.”  

    Dan blushed harder, his hand shooting to his face, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh, am I?” He laughed, his eyes flashing happily. “I guess I still kinda can’t get used to kissing you.” 

    “Really?” Phil smirked. “How long have you been doing it, what, seven years?”

    “Shut up.”

    They were quiet for a bit, and Dan focused on the feeling of Phil’s hand on his and the slight breeze brushing against his face and through his hair. It still felt incredible that he was here, after ages of wishing for it. 

    They had gone out for a lunch date and to stop by the gardens, so Phil could ask for shit and Dan could whine about it. They hadn’t done anything like this in a bit, other than their honeymoon. It was mostly hours and hours of staying inside, sleeping and talking and having sex. Lots of sex. And planning for the rest of their lives together. It was kind of heaven. 

    Dan glanced over at Phil again; something he could seem to stop doing. His husband. His. It sent a warm jolt of happiness through him every time he thought about it. After all this time- finally his. 

    “Hey, Phil?” Dan’s face slowly melted into a grin as something came to mind, and Phil looked at him. 

    “Yes?”

    Dan squeezed his hand, shifting their fingers so they more easily slid together. He hummed, watching his feet as he walked. 

    “Roses are red, my face is too, that only happens when I’m with you,” he said lightly, giggling and licking his lips. 

    Phil paused for a moment, sucking in a sharp intake of breath, and laughed almost nervously. 

    “Are you kidding? Was that a pick up line?”

    Dan shrugged. “Maybe.”

    “Whenever I use those you call me an idiot.”

    Dan shrugged again, a smile tugging at his lips. “I should call you google, because you have everything I’m looking for,” he muttered under his breath, his eyes flashing. 

    Phil puffed air into his cheeks, blowing it out with a huff. God. That cocky bastard, he knew how he was messing with Phil’s head. You could tell just by looking at him, the way he was searching his face, looking for a reaction. 

    “Would you like another? I could do this all day.” Dan’s smile widened, and you could see his dimples popping from his cheeks. 

    “Fine.” Phil ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back, and raised his eyebrows at his husband. “Hit me.”

    Dan grinned, having gotten the answer he had wanted. “Are you a magician? Because when I look at you, everyone else disappears.” 

    Phil groaned, shaking his head. “That’s a good one. You probably stole it from me.”

    Dan held a hand to his heart, pretending to be offended. “I did not!” He stepped out in front of Phil, taking both of his hands in his, swinging them gently and walking backwards in front of him. “More?”

    Phil sighed. “I’m gonna be honest, Dan, you’re really turning me on right now.”

    Dan’s eyes went wide, and his face immediately flushed red. “W-What?” Phil laughed. 

    “Seven years of sex, and you still get blushy when I even mention it.” He leaned forward, kissing Dan on the lips briefly. “You’re adorable.” 

    Dan glared at him, but it was clear he didn’t mean it. “Whatever.” He let go of Phil’s hands, only to clasp them together in front of him. “One more.”

    Phil grumbled something under his breath, but nodded. “It better be one more.” He smirked. “Or we might have to find a bathroom.”

    Dan’s eyes went even wider, and he swallowed. He ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up his curls. 

    “Your lips look so lonely…” He paused for effect, licking his lips and grinning. “Would they like to meet mine?’

    Phil stared at him, his mouth opened slightly, and his eyes flickered over his face. Finally he grabbed Dan’s hand, walking ahead briskly. 

    “That’s it,” he said breathlessly. “We’re finding somewhere where I can kiss you senseless.”

    Dan stumbled slightly, taken by surprise by Phil’s sudden firm manner. “W-Wait, you were serious…?”

    “Of course.” Phil glanced around, at the nearby buildings, looking for a bathroom, preferably with stalls. “You know that drives me crazy.”

    Dan hummed, walking quicker to keep up with Phil. “I mean, I hadn’t tried it. I guess now I do.”

    Phil nodded, grunting softly and pulling Dan by the hand into a restroom connected to an art gallery. They didn’t even make it to the stall before their mouths were pressed together heatedly, with Dan against the wall, Phil’s hands exploring his body. 

    Dan wrapped his arms around Phil’s neck, pulling him as close as possible and tugging his lower lip between his teeth. 

    Phil led him with hands on his waist, stumbling blindly until they made it to a stall, closing the door behind them and pinning him against the door. 

    “Jesus,” Dan breathed, breaking away to get control of himself, his eyes wide. “You were serious.”

    Phil nodded, picking Dan up in a swift movement that they had done a thousand times before, and Dan wrapped his legs around his waist, clinging to him. And then Phil was kissing him again, and his mind was fuzzy. 

    They both got increasingly desperate, as they always did, and soon Phil was grinding on him, holding him up by the hips and kissing him deeply. Dan moaned, making the loudest of noises from the smallest of actions. But Phil didn’t even flinch, because he was always like this. 

    “You’re gorgeous,” Phil muttered against his husband’s lips, and Dan’s face went hot. 

    “Thank you,” he said quietly, scratching down Phil’s back slightly, tightening his legs around his waist. 

    Phil hummed against his lips, groaning quietly and resting their foreheads together. 

    “Dan…?” 

    Dan met his eyes, raising his eyebrows in question. “Yeah?”

    “I know it’s gross, but… do you want to have a… quickie…?” 

    “It’s not gross,” Dan said quickly, and then blushed even darker. “I mean… yeah. I w-want you now.”

    Phil licked his lips, nodding and moving his mouth to Dan’s neck, sucking at the spot he knew was Dan’s favorite. He reached up with one hand, circling his thumb over the hickeys from the night before, and other times as well. 

    “Let’s darken these up, shall we?”

    Dan whimpered, nodding and letting his head fall back against the stall door, giving Phil room to work. 

    Phil immediately sucked at the darkest of them, right above Dan’s collarbone, pushing his sweater out of the way. 

    Dan let out a shuddery breath, trying as hard as he could not to moan so loud everyone outside could hear. Phil’s mouth had such an affect on him. 

    “You’re strong,” Dan said softly, trying to focus on something other than the immense pleasure shooting through his nerves and making him shiver. 

    “Mhm. It’s from holding you up all the time.” Phil pushed him up slightly on the door to get a better grip, as if proving his point. 

    Dan pushed his hands beneath Phil’s shirt, feeling his stomach and shoving the fabric up. Soon enough Phil had to set him down so Dan could get his shirt off, and then pick him back up. 

    Dan explored his chest slowly; although he had seen and felt the pale skin a thousand times, it still felt new. 

    Phil got his jeans down and then helped him shove them off, and Dan pushed Phil’s down his hips. It was messy and shaky and kind of disorganized, but neither of them cared. 

    Phil pushed his hands into Dan’s boxers, squeezing his ass and grinning widely. 

    “I love your ass.”

    “You’ve told me.” Dan giggled despite himself- Phil was almost obsessed with his ass, it was kind of amazing. “Now fuck me.”

    Phil tutted, but shoved Dan’s boxers down never the less. “Someone’s being bossy.”

    Dan whined as he felt Phil line up, scratching down his back. “Shut up.”

    “Tell me to shut up again and I’ll make sure you can’t walk away from this bathroom.” 

    That made Dan stay quiet, because as much as he wanted that, he would rather save it for after they got home. 

    Phil pushed in and Dan whimpered, burying his face in Phil’s neck and biting down on the soft skin. He pulled back right away, blushing. “Sorry.” He was always nervous he would bite too hard, or would be doing something that Phil didn’t like. 

    “Shush,” Phil muttered, his voice slightly tense as he tried to keep himself from pounding into Dan until he screamed. “You can bite me, baby.”

    That was all it took to have Dan pressing his mouth against Phil’s shoulder, biting him to muffle his own noises. “You feel so good,” he said breathlessly, moving again so his nose was against Phil’s neck. 

    Phil made a soft noise of acknowledgement, thrusting up into him, still holding him up against the door. Dan tightened his grip, making sure he wouldn’t fall. 

    “Harder,” Dan moaned, his hair falling over Phil’s shoulder and his toes curling. 

    “You sure?” Phil asked, breathing heavily. “I don’t want you to be hurting-”

    “Please,” Dan gasped, fucking himself down to meet Phil’s hips. 

    Phil licked his lips, nodding and speeding up, listening to Dan’s loud moans and focusing on finding the angles that made him scream. 

    “I love your - noises,” he growled, tugging at Dan’s hair gently. Dan just whined in response. 

    Dan clung tighter with one arm, using the other to reach between his legs, getting himself off while Phil fucked him. That made him even louder, his thighs shaking from the effort of holding himself up. 

    “C-Close,” he choked out, and Phil nodded. 

    “Good. C’mon baby…” he nudged his nose against Dan’s, moving Dan’s face so he could kiss him deeply. “Cum for me.” 

    Dan whimpered against his mouth, his eyes fluttering shut. He always got at least a little self conscious at this point, no matter how many times they did it.

    “Fuck,” he gasped, moving his hand faster and bouncing a bit more to meet Phil’s thrusts. “Fuck, you’re so good, jesus fuck.” 

    Phil replaced Dan’s hand with his own, jerking him off and kissing around his mouth gently. 

    “C’mon Dan,” he whispered, moving his mouth to Dan’s neck instead. “Cum for me. Mmh, fuck- I’m close.”

    Dan came with a loud whine, spilling over Phil’s hand and on both of their stomachs. Phil groaned, thrusting harder and faster than before, pushed to the edge by Dan’s noises and the clenching around him. It only took a matter of seconds for him to let go. 

    Dan hopped to his feet, immediately stumbling and practically falling over. Phil caught him, helping him stay on his feet. 

    Phil helped him to the bathroom counter, letting him sit there and cleaning them both up quickly with a paper towel. He helped Dan get dressed as well, pulling his boxers and jeans up carefully. 

    “Alright,” he said softly, smiling at him. “We should go.” 

    Dan bit his lip. 

    “I would,” he said slowly, his voice raspy and broken. “But…”

    Phil grinned. 

    “Yes, Dan, I’ll carry you.” 

    Popping the Question

    Just a quick one off of Liam helping his best bro, Jaal, prepare to pop the big question.

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    “Nervous?” Liam grinned at the fidgeting angara who was sitting on the other end of the couch fussing with his rofjin.

    Jaal drew in a deep breath, stilled his hands, and exhaled slowly. “I admit,” he confessed, “I am feeling a bit apprehensive.”

    “Well, you shouldn’t be.” Liam leaned over from where he sat and punched the other man lightly on the arm. “We’ve gone over this scenario a hundred times. You’re going to be fine. It’ll all work out, you’ll see. You love her, don’t you?”

    “Of, of course I do,” Jaal stuttered, looking slightly offended that Liam would even have to ask him such a question. “Have I not made it clear that my very heart beats for her? That I want nothing more than to remain by her side for the rest of my days?”

    “Perfectly clear,” Liam chuckled. “And believe me, the feeling is mutual. Ryder lights up like a Christmas tree every time you walk into the room.”

    Jaal looked confused, his mouth turning down at the corners. “Christmas…tree?”

    “Never mind,” Liam waved off the question. “I’ll explain it to you later. The point is, you have nothing to worry about. She’s as smitten with you as you are with her. With things beginning to settle down with the Kett and the new colonies up and running, it’s time to look toward the future, you know? Make a home. Make a life…preferably one that doesn’t involve being shot at and traipsing around inside of Remnant vaults.”

    Jaal nodded, “I suppose…I suppose you are right. I just…I want this moment to be as perfect as she is.”

    “And it will be,” the human man assured. “Everything has been arranged just like you wanted it. I saw to it myself.”

    Jaal let out a relieved sigh. “You…are a good friend.”

    “I try my best. Which reminds me…” Liam leaned over the arm of the couch and dug around inside of a bag, pulling out a small, black box. “Here,” he pressed it into the other man’s hands. “I went ahead and picked this up for you…well…technically for Ryder.”

    Jaal’s face lit up. Excited, he cracked open the box. His large, blue eyes drank in the sight of the small jeweled band nestled within. With slightly trembling fingers, he plucked the ring from its velvet confines to examine it closer. He’d come up with the design himself after learning that humans exchanged jewelry with one another as a symbol of their commitment and he’d wanted to give Ryder something as unique as she was. The angara had no such custom but if it was a part of his Darling One’s culture, he wanted to honor it, to show her the depth of his devotion in a way she was familiar with and would understand.

    The blue and purple swirled stone he’d had harvested from his home planet of Havarl glittered from within its silvery setting, reminding him of the vastness of space his love had crossed to come into his life. He felt a smile tug at his lips. It was more than he had expected. Flawless. Almost as beautiful as the woman he hoped would soon be wearing it. His heart stuttered happily in his chest at the thought.

    “Well?” Liam pressed, “Its good right?”

    “Mmm,” Jaal rumbled. “It is perfect.”

    “You want to run through it one more time?”

    “Yes,” Jaal nodded. He felt slightly more confident with the ring actually in his hands. “If you do not mind.”

    “Sure thing. So,” Liam pushed himself up off of the couch to stand. “From the top then. Just take a deep breath, relax, and pretend that I’m Ryder. You’ve got this.”

    “Right. I can do that.” Jaal nodded and also rose from his seat and approached the other man. He closed his eyes for a moment, picturing his beloved in his mind and instantly felt more at peace. More centered. He opened his eyes and gingerly took Liam’s hands into his own, imagining his love’s small, soft hands in their place. Yes. He could do this.

    “Sara,” the angara began, swiftly taking a knee as Liam had advised him was traditionally custom for one asking their other half for their hand in marriage. “My heart and my soul, I feel as though I have always loved you…”

    At that moment, without warning, the door to Liam’s little sanctuary slid open. Gil, the ship’s resident engineer, came striding in. “Hey, just came to invite you two to…poker…tonight…uh…” Gil blinked. The sight of the crisis specialist seemingly being proposed to by their angaran crew mate, ring and all, stunned him silent for a moment. “I can, uh, I can come back later. Sorry, uh, sorry to interrupt…”

    Liam and Jaal stared after the man as he turned swiftly on his heel and disappeared back out the way he had come. Liam looked amused. Jaal’s expression, however, ran more along the lines of acute distress.

    The human burst out laughing at the angara’s distraught look, “Better get a move on, mate, if you want to keep the element of surprise. With Gil’s mouth, I give it about a half hour before the whole crew knows something is up. You don’t want him blabbing to the Pathfinder.”

    “Shit,” came Jaal’s muttered reply as he quickly rose to his feet and straightened himself. Just like that, the nervous fluttering filled his stomach once more.

    Spirit in the House - chap 9/10

    Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

    Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

    Word Count: 1,823

    Warnings: Language, Angst 

    A/N: I’m so happy you all liked part 8 and we’re nearing the end, so… are they going to end up together or not? Sorry, but I do love you guys ♥

    [Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

    Originally posted by iamdorka

    Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder to wake him up. With a grunt, Steve slapped his hand away. He almost fell off the sofa, but Bucky kept shaking his shoulder.

    “Wake up!”

    Steve sat up on the sofa, holding his head with both hands. He winced at Bucky’s loud voice and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

    “Shh! Stop shouting.” Steve whispered.

    “Y/n is gone, I can’t find her anywhere.”

    “Maybe she just went for a walk.” He mumbled, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow

    “She doesn’t go anywhere, Steve! She’s a fucking ghost!” Bucky screamed.

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    thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

    Newt has a big crush on Graves pass it on

    Newton Artemis Fido Scamander most certainly did not have a crush on one Percival Graves, the Director of Magical Security - until he did, that is.

    Newt hadn’t had a crush on anyone for years, in fact, until a good three months after the Grindelwald incident. A good three months after they found Graves. Newt had been brought in to consult on a trafficking ring that broke out during the chaos of cleaning up Grindelwald’s mess and MACUSA had instantly asked for his return. He had come back, knowing he’d probably end up meeting the man behind the face that Grindelwald had stolen -

    Only to find out he was on sick leave, re-cooperating from the trauma of being held prisoner. What trauma specifically, be it psychological or physically, no one could say. Nor could they say how long he’d be gone.

    So imagine Newt’s surprise when he’s knee deep in a raid - spells flying, creatures howling from their cages and panicking, lashing out through the bars and suddenly, he appears. He spots Graves entering the chamber from across the chaos and for a heart stopping second, Newt can’t move. His face is so familiar, and every moment he blinks, he can see Grindelwald’s exasperated expression as he sentenced him to death. But every time he opens his eyes, he see Percival Graves. And while the face is the same, nothing else is.

    Grindelwald had moved like a peacock, strutting his power and the richness of Graves’ body like a man flaunting a pricey car. Graves moved like a panther; smooth, steadfast, assured of his capabilities but also cautious enough to know that didn’t ensure a painless fight. His eyes were deep and focused. He scanned the chaos at hand with a sheer, calm calculation that set Newt at ease. 

    And when he announced his entrance finally to the group at large, it was not flashy or wasteful. He bound and gagged three criminals before the rest even realized he was attacking them at all. 

    He attacked not just for himself, but for his flock. He cast spells that assisted those aurors that were struggling the most first - the outnumbered or exhausted or wounded. And once assured of their safety, then moved onto the rest. He wasn’t flashy. He didn’t try to eliminate everyone on his own, although Newt had a small inkling that he could. Instead, he worked with his aurors. He attacked just as much as he defended, moving slow and precisely. It wasn’t a race, after all. The safety of his team was most important.

    And so while it was a sluggish fight, it was predominantly a success, with minimal injuries occurring after the fact.

    “Well done,” he said, his voice rough like whiskey and warming Newt’s chest just the same. Newt watched as he clapped a strong hand onto Abernathy’s shoulder and squeezed, encouraging, before turning to the room at large. “Everyone, begin transporting these men to headquarters. We’ve a long night of paperwork ahead of us.”

    “Yes!”

    “Of course, sir!”

    “Right away!”

    And then Graves turned to look at him.

    Mr. Scamander, yes? I was informed you were assisting with this case. Are you alright?” Graves asked, approaching him all the while, and Newt couldn’t help but feel pinned beneath the wolfish focus of those eyes. He swallowed, about the speak, when Graves’ gaze slid suddenly over Newt’s shoulder. 

    He received no more notice than that. Suddenly, Graves was in front of him, shoving him aside. Newt stumbled into a nearby table, off balance, then whirled to take in what had set Graves off. 

    A nundu stood where Newt had once stood, blood on it’s claws. Were it not for the cruel muzzle the criminals had placed upon the creature’s snout, Graves would probably have been struck dead by the creature’s poisons. Newt, too. 

    Graves had managed to back away somewhat, but Newt could see where the nundu had struck him - sleeve torn and muddled red at the forearm. Graves had both his hands out, both making him seem large while also giving the nundu sight of both his hands and what they were doing. 

    Newt rose to his feet quickly, mouth open to direct Graves, when the man then turned his open palms to him and shook his head - shushing him with his eyes. It was then he realized the man must have already warned back his aurors, too, because they were frozen in a semi-ring around him, wands drawn but frozen as they watched.

    The nundu was growling, it’s huge throat swollen in angry and its thorny mane bristling. Newt felt his heart constrict, torn between directing Graves regardless of the man’s request for silence and telling him not to harm the nundu.

    But neither predator attacked, nor seemed to attend to - both just staring each other down. It was then, Newt realized, that Graves was gently easing a wandless spell through the air between them. It sunk into the creature gradually, easing it into a calm stupor incrementally instead of all at once lest the spell panic the beast. Newt watched, wide-eyed, as the director calmly eased the creature to the ground - falling into a kneel in time with the moment that the creature laid down, keeping eye contact until it was finally fully slack, eyes closed, restful and at peace. 

    “Sir, that was amazing,” one of the aurors whispered, awed. 

    “Yes it was,” Newt whispered.

    Graves leaned forward, hands searching out the crevices of the muzzle, frowning as though displeased as Newt approached. The man looked up at him once before leaning back on his haunches and turning his attention back to the beast.

    “My apologies, Mr. Scamander. I am well aware of your expertise, but I did not think warning you would give you enough time to react - I hope I did not hurt you.”

    “N-no, I’m quite alright. You… Thank you for not harming him. Another man might have killed him without another thought if they were staring down a nundu.”

    “It’s not the creature’s fault he’s here. A spell must have shattered the door to his cage. Spooked him. We got too close and he was acting on instinct. He didn’t advance any further after the initial swipe - he didn’t want to hurt anyone,” Graves said, eyes on the creature as he spoke. “Can hardly fault him for trying to protect himself. Far from home, surrounded by hostile people and then exposed to the fight that just happened. And then he was muzzled. I don’t strike a man if I have a knife and he doesn’t. Goes the same for creatures. Just doesn’t seem right.”

    Newt blinked, stock-still in the face of the last words he had expected to hear.

    “I wish we could loosen this,” Graves said, fingers trailing over the places where the muzzle bit cruelly into the creature’s jaws, “But until he’s somewhere more managable, I don’t think that’s an option - for all of our sake’s, his included. I apologize though, Mr. Scamander. I know you’re likely not comfortable with that.”

    Newt jerked, shook himself of his daze and said, “N-No, not at all. You’re right, it’s best for all of us, the nundu included, until I can get him somewhere safe.”

    And when Graves rose to his feet, they were suddenly so close. Newt felt his breath hitch. He watched as Graves ran a hand over his wound, sewing the ragged mess shut, before looking ever so slightly up to look at Newt.

    “Are you sure you’re alright, Mr. Scamander?” Graves asked. “You look a little shell shocked.”

    Newt nodded quickly, too quickly to be smooth.

    “Good. We should start noting and moving these creatures somewhere safe, then. I’d be happy to lend you a hand, if you need the assistance,” Graves said, clapping Newt on the back as he had done the aurors. “The faster we get them somewhere more like home, the better - right?”

    And when Graves smiled at him, Newt felt his breath catch in his lungs. Oh no, he thought. He’s perfect.

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    Hitman!Luke - SMUT!! HOLY HELL YES THIS INCLUDES SMUT

    Words: 6.2k

    “Don’t think for a second that I’m done with you. You make me so fucking mad.”

    Originally posted by inspiringsmile21

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