A fem!snowbaz fic as a gift for my AMAZING, DEAR FRIEND @ismill!!!
Word count: 5k
Warnings: Some blood/violence (rat-related, bc catacombs)
Sofia Snow is a smudge on my mirror that I can’t scrub off.
Sofia Snow is the scratchy tag on the back of my shirt.
Sofia Snow is a curse on our houses.
Sofia Snow is who I imagine walking down the isle with me in matching white dresses.
I hate Sofia Snow.
Snow barges into our room way past curfew, bruises blotched across her arms. She is gripping that damn sword, the one that’s almost as tall as she is and not quite as golden. It’s smeared with blood.
Green goblin goo is drying in that rat’s nest she calls hair.
Even though I’m screaming inside (I always am when she returns like this), I just blink impassively and turn back to my Potions textbook.
I can hear her slamming open drawers, sword rattling around and bumping into things until she finally spells it away. I try not to imagine her flushed face, the freckles violently spattered across her nose like fucking constellations.
Ok can I make a
Sherlock smut request where it’s Sherlock’s first time and then reader
confesses it’s their first time too so they kind of figure it out together? 💜
Warnings: Smut! First time, slight dom sherlock
God, you loved the consulting detective with all your heart,
but sometimes you felt like ripping his arrogant little smirk right off his
face because, dammit, he could be irritating.
“Sherlock, just shut up for a moment.” He glared
at you, attempting to finish his assumption soon.
Once Sherlock was finished he ran a hand through his dark
curls, causing the buttons on his tight shirt to strain. John stormed out,
furious about what the man had said, cursing like a sailor. That was a normal
“Sherlock. That was rude.”
“Was it? I hadn’t noticed,” he responded in a tone
that was either sarcasm or sincerity. You could never tell with the man.
You got up and moved to the kitchen, in desperate need for a
cup of tea. Soon enough you felt arms draping around your waist and lips
kissing your ear slightly.
You froze; this wasn’t Sherlock, it couldn’t be. But it was.
It was Sherlock who moved his slightly cold hands under your jumper, it was
Sherlock who kissed and bit and sucked on the sensitive flesh in your neck.
For an Anon who requested 19 & 43 Reid “It looks good on you.” “Is that my shirt?”
Triggers: Body image
“Curse his thin frame, these shirts wouldn’t fit a toddler.” You muttered pulling off the largest button up Spencer owned and hanging it back up. There was no way it was ever buttoning over your chest. You were starting to get frustrated. Spencer was going to be home from work soon and it was your anniversary. One year together, and well… You were trying to surprise him with something a little sexy.
Dinner was in the oven, you’d bought wine, there were candles. All the romantic parts were handled. You’d had a plan initially, but so far it was not going very well for you. You’d watched some cheesy movie at girls night last week where a woman had waited in bed for her boyfriend wearing his button up and she looked so effortlessly sexy. You felt like a stuffed sausage.
You opened the drawers of your dresser and shifted through the mix of your’s and Spencer’s t-shirts. You found an old beat up Caltech shirt and pulled it on, frowning. At least his t-shirts fit. Spence was a thin man, that was obvious. Thinner than most, and usually it didn’t bother you, being bigger than he was, because most people were.
Yet sometimes you couldn’t shake the feeling that if you were smaller it would be better. The rational half of you brain knew you were being silly and Spencer loved you and you loved him and that’s what mattered. But it seemed the irrational half of your brain was in charge tonight. You had your arms wrapped around your middle as you stood in your bedroom, hugging Spencer’s shirt to you when you were startled from your thoughts by a hand on your back.
“Is that my shirt?” Spencer asked, chuckling, giving you a kiss on your cheek. You struggled to smile turning in his arms and hugging yourself close to him now instead of the shirt.
“Hey, love. Happy Anniversary.” You greeted, hiding you face in his chest.
“Happy Anniversary!” He grinned, pulling back to look at you, his face falling slightly when he saw your watery eyes. “(Y/N) what’s wrong?” He asked, looking worried.
“Spence..” You shook your head, not wanting to talk about it, and his eyes widened looking panicked.
“You’re not breaking up with me, are you?” He asked, and you couldn’t help but let out a laugh mixed sob.
“Spencer, no! Never.. I just..” You shook you head again, “I’m sorry.”
“For what? The kitchen is beautiful, candles, dinner, everything is lovely. I should be sorry for working so late.”
“I wanted to.. I was trying to be sexy for you.” You admitted, looking away and blushing. You felt ridiculous. “I saw this movie.. I wanted to try and wear on of your shirts… wait in bed for you… but none of them really fit me.” Spencer’s face softened and he pulled you in closer to him.
“You’re always sexy to me, (Y/N). Sexy, and beautiful, and funny, and smart as hell. You’re wonderful, and I love you, okay?” You hid your face, blush deepening. “And I don’t care if my button ups don’t fit you, because you look so beautiful right now. This shirt, It looks good on you. Anything would look good on you, sweetheart.”
“I love you.” You murmured pulling back to kiss him.
“I love you too, let’s eat dinner. Okay?” You chuckled and nodded your head grinning up at him. Spencer’s grin turned into a smirk, “Feel free to keep the shirt on for dinner, love.” He purred softly, pinching your sides and you giggled pulling away.
Imagine being in a secret relationship with one of your father's knights and being torn when they tell you are going to marry another man.
“By the sweet breath of Aphrodite-” he breathed out hoarsely as his lips were kissing yours feverly “-how I’ve missed these lips, my princess.”
You smiled into the kiss as you fisted the fabric of his shirt and pressed him closer to your body, cursing at the dress you were wearing and kept you away from him. You bit down on his lip and you heard him let out a small groan but in the end he chuckled when he heard you giggle.
“Have there been no other lips to ravish yours, my warrior?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, as you pulled a few inches away.
“Not the way yours do, your majesty.” he said breathlessly as he kissed the exposed part of your neck.
“What?” you exclaimed, pushing his away roughly. There were times you didn’t know whether he was being serious or not.
He looked at you for a moment before he burst into laughter, especially at your shocked expression “Oh sweet lord, you’re so cute when you’re angry.”
“Hephaestion.” you grumbled, pulling away; more angry with yourself at how you had believed him even for a moment than him laughing at your expression.
“My love” he breathed out, getting serious but still having a smile on his face as he took hold of your hands “It is you that my heart longs for, day and night. It is your lips, it is your eyes and it is your warm embrace that I can only dream of. Do not be mad at me, not for something that shall never happen.”
“I know it won’t- I just-” you mumbled, looking down but he squeezed your hands.
“My princess- Your father and I have traveled the seven seas, I have almost died and come back and yet I never found myself thinking about anything or anyone else but you. You know- and I swear to you, by the power of gods, I would give my life for you. I would rather die rather than let anything else occupy my mind.”
“And you have no fear of death?” you frowned, not even wanting to think of what could happen to him if your father found out. Yes, he was his most-trusted knight and had earned his place as the general to his army but that didn’t mean that if your father found out about the two of you he wouldn’t do a thing. If anything, you dreaded to think of what could happen if your father found out his innocent and little (to him at least) daughter was not, well, as innocent as he thought.
“I rather fear a lifetime without you, my princess.” he nuzzled his cheek into your palm and you bit your lip, keeping the tears in “If it is meant to be I shall fight for our love. And if it isn’t, well, I will go down for this love with pride and dignity.”
“Shut up” you almost choked on a sob, shaking your head “I am not letting you die before me.” you squeezed your eyes shut for a moment “If someone is to die first then it will be me, and I will wait for you on the other side until you come- much much later.”
“(Y/n) you know I would never allow-”
“But you will. If it comes one day- you will have to.” you pursed your lips, trying to give him a small smile “You-” you choked on a laugh “You can be my Alexander and I will be your Hephaestion.”
If only you had known then that death didn’t necessarily mean your separating. You had expected this to come differently, maybe him in a battle or your father finding out about everything. Not like this… never like this.
“Pleasure to meet you… princess.” his green eyes were focused on you as he held your hand and kissed the top of your palm. They held such an intensity that if the circumstances were any different you would have found yourself attracted to the man grately. But your heart belonged to another and as that you couldn’t care about how handsome the man in front of you was because there was only one thing that defined him.
He was your future husband and the one that would forever keep you away from Hephaestion.
Couldn’t resist. It’s just been there for more than two effin weeks so there we go. I am between this and the other story where they are both knights. I don’t which one I should turn into a series… Lil help?
It was 4:30 pm, you were rushing through the crowded streets, coffee cup in hand, trying to spot a taxi to carry you off to the airport.
You crashed into someone and spilled your coffee all over their shirt.
You let out a slew of curse words and hoped that this person wasn’t as angry as they could’ve been.
Surprisingly, they weren’t.
You caught their eye as they smiled at you for a split second.
“Say, you seem awfully busy today, don’t you?”
You let out a small chuckle, nodded your head, apologized, and told them you were running late.
And as anyone else would do, they let you go.
So you scurried off to meet a taxi cab in the swell of traffic.
You never heard from that stranger again.
Maybe you were supposed to forget your responsibilities for a second.
Maybe you were supposed to hold a conversation with that stranger just a little longer.
But if something was supposed to happen between the two of you, you will never know.
Hundreds of missed connections a day.
It’s almost insignificant.
I know that heartbreak is sad. When an overwhelming love has to come to an end,
But there’s something just as tragic about a love that never has the chance to begin.
AU where everything is the same except Casper High has a dress code so Sam buys shirts and sweaters that appear harmless but that, if you look close enough you notice they are obscene.
She has a shirt that is covered in text spelling harsh curse words, but it’s in wing dings font, and a shirt that just says “fuck you” in hebrew.
Summary/Request: Requested by anon:
I was wondering if you could do a oneshot (or imagine) of being on officer on the Enterprise (a redshirt lol), dating Bones and him always being concerned about you when you go on missions/expeditions? (I need more Bones love in my life)