short but oh so sweet!


being Alex’s girlfriend, but you play brother and sister on the show and the fans are a bit freaked out with the chemistry.
••• Requested by Anon •••

Your jaw dropped at the man’s question. You heard Alex let out a groan from beside you, followed by a soft chuckle as he rested his head on your shoulder in embarrassment. Running your tongue over your suddenly dry lips, you leaned towards the microphone.

“What’s it like to be screwing my on-screen brother?” You repeated the question, still contemplating how you should answer it. A wide grin spread across your face and an evil look gleamed in your eye. “Well, I can tell you that - ”

“ - Next question!”

First Time For Everything | George Weasley

Words: 1,453

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Warning(s): fluff, there’s always so much flufff

Requests: Could you please do a Yule ball fic wither George where the reader is hufflepuff? (Ps: I love your writing!!)

Can you do a fluff George Weasley X Reader request where the reader is usually outgoing and confident but she’s never been in a relationship before and she’s nervous for the first time like ever and George can tell.

A/N: I decided to combine these two because the idea popped into my mind and well…I have so many requests to get on with, it’s getting really busy around here. Anyways, I hope you all liked it. This week I’ll be gone for 4 days but I’ll try to queue another post if I actually have the time to write before I have to pack my things and stuff. Lots of love and kisses, I’ll be back as soon as possible! 💘

You had been lying on your bed, staring at the ceiling for what seemed like ages as you sulked over everything that was wrong in your life these past few days. You had practically failed your potions exam for the first time ever as the stress of all of your responsibilities was definitely getting to you.

And to top it all the Yule Ball was approaching and you couldn’t be nervous. Being with George was blissful but you couldn’t help but be bothered by all the attention that came with it. Before you got together, you never let people’s mean comments get to you but now so much had changed.

You never minded the fact that you were muggle-born, despite the way other students would look down on you or how often you were snubbed for belonging in Hufflepuff for that matter. You were proud of who you were, but unfortunately dating one of the infamous Weasley twins brought you some rather unwanted attention.

You had tried so hard to ignore the whispers that followed you everywhere you went and the gossip that constantly happened behind your back but it hurt. It hurt to hear them say that you weren’t good enough for him, that he deserved better. Somewhere along the line, you started to believe they were right. Perhaps he did deserve better.

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god... i've missed you love. (nsfw)

It’s been exactly three months since I’ve seen my boyfriend, Tom, face to face. We’ve managed to entertain ourselves over FaceTime, social media, and texting. However, nothing’s quite like that human interaction. I’ve missed his smell, his lips, his warmth, the way his arms feel wrapped around me, and more than anything, I’ve missed his laugh. Hearing it over the phone is one thing, but listening to it in person is a whole other experience.

As of right now, he’s on his way over to my apartment from the airport. I opted to pick him up, but he explained that LAX would be over crowded with fans and paparazzi. I, of course, used that opportunity to tease him about being some big, Hollywood hot shot. That earned me a reply, I’ve been sitting on for the past ten minutes.

“God… I’ve missed you, love. And as soon as I get there, I’m gonna show you just how much.”

I wasn’t really sure what to say that, so I kept it short and sweet.


That’s all I could manage. A shallow breath, and a one syllable word. The desire in his voice was so raw, that I’m almost worried I won’t be able to keep up with him once he’s here. Seeing as he has a past in gymnastics and dancing, he has incredible stamina. He could go all night. After ten minutes with him, I feel as though I might faint.

After I hung up with him, I quickly showered and shaved, and am now sitting on my couch. Dressed in only, a robe and new silk underwear, I’m practically shaking in anticipation. What will he do first? What will I do first? Are we gonna talk or just get right into it? What if he just meant… he like, missed me? Like he wants to have a chat, not fuck.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door, breaking my train of thought. Holy fuckery fuck. I haven’t been this nervous since our first date. Standing to my feet, I toss my hair over my shoulders. Taking a quick, steadying breath, I walk to the door and open it. There. He. Is. Leaning against the door frame, is the boy I’ve missed so much, with a smirk plastered on his face. He’s dressed in a tight black shirt, black jeans, and ankle Docs. His duffel bag is slung over his shoulder, and he’s gazing at me. I gulp.

Before I can think of anything to say, he’s shoving his way into the apartment. Dropping his bag to floor, he uses both hands to cup my face. He shuts the door with his foot, then his lips are mine. His tongue slips into my wanting mouth, and I moan as he takes over my body. I wrap my arms around his neck, and tangle my hands into his hair, allowing my fingers to play with his curls. He groans low in his throat, as one of his hands moves down from my face, to my ass which he squeezes.

I bite down on his lower lip, teasing him. He pulls away, for a moment of air, resting his forehead against mine, as he gasps in precious breaths. “You’ve taken a shower.” He notices. I nod. “Without me?” He questions, his voice low and taunting. “I assumed you’d need a shower, after I showed you just how I much missed you.” He chuckles, “You’ll probably need another one, too.” I smile in anticipation. In one swift motion, Tom leans down and pulls me over his shoulder, smacking my ass as he comes back up. I squeal in surprise, and place my hands on his back to steady myself. In long strides, he takes us to my bedroom and tosses me onto the bed, laying me on my back.

Standing in between my legs, at the edge of the bed, he pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his ripped torso to me. I note, just how tantalizingly low, his pants are hanging from his hips. I’ve missed that, too. I bite my lip, and prop myself onto my elbows, so as to get a better view of the show. Tom smirks, basking in confidence. He quickly unhooks his belt and pulls down his zipper. “So, darling. How much did you miss me?” His eyes look up to meet mine, with a smoldering gaze. “A lot.” I manage, past the lump in my throat.

“Show me.” He breathes. His eyes never breaking away from mine.


Scooting, ungracefully, down to the edge of the bed, I prepare myself to give Tom what I know he’s been missing. I begin by placing slow, wet kisses, along his naked abdomen, trailing them down to his v-line. I peek up at him, past my lashes, and find his eyes are closed and his head is thrown back. I slip my tongue out, and allow it travel from one hip to the other. “God,” Tom groans. With that boost of confidence, I hook my fingers into his pants and pull them down his legs. I continue to kiss my way down, as I pull off his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, revealing one of my favorite parts of his body. Without hesitating, I pull him into my mouth. He rewards me with a sharp intake of breath, and his hands reach down to grasp my hair, knotting his fingers tightly into it.

“Fuck.” He moans.

I smirk to myself, as I continue a steady rhythm. Bobbing my head up and down, twirling my tongue around him.

“How deep can I go?” He breathes.

I answer his question by taking him as far as I can, to the back of my throat.

“Jeeessusssss,” He seethes as his grip on my hair tightens and his breathing increases.

I allow him to pick his own pace and he holds my head steady, while he fucks my mouth. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, I feel a warm creamy substance hit the back of my throat. He moans, and pulls out of my mouth as I try to swallow all of it. He pants as he tries to catch his breath. Before I can wipe my mouth, he pulls me up into a standing position and kisses me. His hands grasp my face, as his tongue peels my lips open. I moan as his tongue massages against mine, tasting and teasing me. We’re both breathless when he pulls away.

“God… I really have missed you.” He says as he strokes my cheeks with his thumbs.

I smile slyly. “Show me.”

He raises an eyebrow, before quickly untying my robe and slipping it over my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor at my ankles. He uses one hand to push me back onto the bed.


AOMG Short S/O Reaction

Oh my sweet and short AOMG babes…

So I ended up writing too much and turning this into a drabble for each which I’ll link as I post them but here’s the abbreviated version:

Originally posted by heonykih


Jay’s ideal relationship is already one filled with playful banter and having a short s/o is really just fuel for the fire. Unless you’re incredibly sensitive about your height (say what you will but Jay is a considerate mf), Jay will probably make fun of you for it at some point and he’ll probably get away with it because you both know he adores the absolute daylights out of you. Also who can stay mad at that smile?

Simon D:

With the exception of a joke here or there, unlike Jay, Simon isn’t going to make fun of your height too much. Instead, he’s going to use your height to his advantage. Oh you needed something in the kitchen? Well it just so happened to magically be moved to the top shelf so that you either have to ask Simon for help or give him a great view of your ass as you struggle to reach for it.


Gray wouldn’t be the type to address your height directly because it really wouldn’t affect him too much. However, there are those moments like when you try to be “big spoon” and end up jetpacking him or when he hugs you and your head nestles perfectly into his chest that he can’t help but smile at how adorable you are. But unless you straight up asked him why he giggles every time he pulls you in for a hug, Gray will never say a word about it to you.

SpookyMrsBoo's Best Horror Movies of 2017 (so far)

Despite me being non-existent on this blog, I’ve still been keeping up with my lifelong horror movie binging habit! So here is my list for best Horror Movies this year (so far & in no particular order):

The Blackcoat’s Daughter | 10/10 💀 - This movie won’t be everyone’s thing because if it’s slow pace and minimalist approach to dialogue, but I’m completely smitten with it. The slow pace gives everything a creepy atmosphere, and the payoff is short but oh so sweet. I’d definitely recommend it to any horror fan.

A Dark Song | 8/10 💀 - The concept for this movie was so fucking interesting. I was on board right from the start, and really enjoyed the whole crazy fucked up ride that is Dark Dong. I don’t think everyone will dig the.. odd.. ending, but the ride there is good enough to put this in my top Horror of 2017 list.

The Devil’s Candy | 7/10 💀 - There are things I love about this movie and things I could do without. It’s more mainstream than some of my other picks, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t awesome in its own right. Despite my reservations I’d still recommend this movie 100%. It’s cool and fun with a weird concept.

The Girl with All the Gifts | 7/10 💀 - I read the book a while back so I was excited to see the movie adaptation. It really reminded me of The Last of Us, and that’s not a bad thing. It’s an interesting take on the whole zombie apocalypse scenario (which is hard to do since the concept is pretty overdone right now).

Get Out | 10/10 💀 - Society meets Rosemary’s Baby meets Stepford Wives? Sign me the hell up! Seriously.. just watch it.

The Autopsy of Jane Doe | 20/10 💀 - Can you tell this is my favorite? This movie was directed by André Øvredal, the same man behind Trollhunter (if you haven’t seen it go check it out). I LOVED this movie. The concept was fresh, the creepy factor was there, the atmosphere was superb despite being limited to one place, and I just can’t sing it’s praises enough. This movie is everything that’s right with modern horror.

A Cure for Wellness | 8/10 💀 - This movie is long, weird, and visually striking. I can’t go too far into it, but if you like HP Lovecraft I’d recommend this movie wholeheartedly. Just make sure to go in blind, and carve out about 2 and a half hours for it.

The Void | 5.5/10 💀 - This movie started strong but it got pretty muddy towards the end. It felt like they wanted to fit too much into it and were running out of time. Despite the ending it actually was a really fun horror movie, and the effects were ON POINT!


Here are some movies I’m looking forward to, but haven’t been released yet (or I haven’t seen yet):

Happy Death Day
Suspiria Remake
Kuso (what even is this fucking movie?!)
Hound of Love
It Comes at Night
Berlin Syndrome
Annabelle 2 (the first was pretty awful, but I’ve heard good things about the sequel)

Dating Felicity Smoak Would Include...

Anonymous requested: Could you a dating Felicity Smoak would include? I really like your blog  😊

  • When you were first getting to know each other, Felicity was the most awkward and flustered person you have ever met
  • She was like that because you were the most beautiful woman she has ever seen
  • Thinking that all of her awkward movements and unintentional innuendo were adorable
  • Felicity being the one to make the first move
  • You didn’t have a lot of time to go on dates, but when you did, Felicity pulled out all the stops
  • Fancy dinners, drinking wine under the moonlight, stargazing, etc.
  • Felicity telling you about Arrow pretty early into your relationship, because she knew you’d be sticking around for a while
  • Worrying about her all the time after that
  • “You’re not doing anything dangerous, right? Please don’t get yourself killed.” “I’m fine, most of my work is done behind the keyboard.”
  • It took Oliver a while to warm up to you
  • But the rest of Team Arrow loved you immediately
  • Diggle thought of you like a little sister
  • Moving in together after she introduces you to the team
  • Lots of cuddling
  • Taking lots of showers together to “save water”
  • Doing yoga together
  • Cooking each other breakfast
  • (Even though Felicity can’t cook to save a life, you still appreciate it)
  • Lots of kisses
  • Playing with Felicity’s ponytail when you’re bored
  • Felicity surprising you with hugs from behind
  • Just lots of hugs in general
  • Forehead/top of the head kisses
  • Loving how Felicity looks in short skirts
  • Donna loves you
  • “Oh my god, Felicity, she’s so sweet! And cute. You better never let go of her. Seriously.”
  • Supporting her when she takes on Palmer Industries
  • Felicity trying to teach you to hack
  • “How do you do that so fast?” “Years of practice and a degree from MIT help, but you’ll get it one day.”
  • Diggle teaching you how to defend yourself
  • “You’re a part of the team now, which means someone could come after you. You need to know how to protect yourself. Felicity’s lost enough people in her life, I don’t want to see her lose you too.”
  • You, Felicity, Laurel, and Thea being a badass ot4 not to be messed with
  • Soon becoming like family to everyone on Team Arrow
  • Saying “I love you” every chance you get
  • Being the cutest couple in all of Star City 
  • (According to Thea, at least)
  • Loving each other unconditionally
You Matter To Me

Fandom: Supernatural

Character Ship: Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 401(short, but oh, so sweet.)

Request: “ Hi! Can I have a Dean or Sam from supernatural imagine based off the song “You Matter to Me” by Sara Bareilles where the reader is insecure. Thank you! :)” from Anon

Warnings: Self-loathing, angst

Author’s Note: My Song fics tend to be quite short, but I hope you like it.

Originally posted by spn-mostly

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any favorite merik fanfictions? I already read Keurig's one shot and loved it!

OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH HONEY! I have read pretty much every M/E ff out there (there aren’t many, you will find that out soon) 

After going through and re-reading fics on FFN many times I love:

If Love Were A Flower by E.M.K.81 (It’s super long and feeds my soul! Still being updated!)

Yellow Rose by Peekaboofang 

A Hole in my Heart , Dream, and so many more from @chris–daae (FFN

Concilliabule another great os from @phantom-of-the-keurig

Shattered Slippers by Elletheundead (Short but lovely)

A Winged Defender in Ballet Slippers by Wild Concerto 

Necktie by BespectacledScribbler (Short and oh so sweet)

Two Out of Three Ain’t Bad by Erik’s Rose (Angsty baby)

Desire by Dark-Hearted Rose

The Nothing I’ve Become by DragonheartRAB

Fools with Starry Eyes by Lemony Apple (There is a sequel as well)

@vl-blackswan has writings on her page as well

and now, my semi-shameless self promo Goddess Among Men  (AO3) I finished the other day and have been editing and posting chapters since yesterday as of right now there are 49 chapters and 13 are currently posted!)

Of Course there are more! Wade through the Meg Giry filter if you run through these and want more! Welcome to the M/E side, we (a small group) Welcome you with open arms! (Feel free to hmu anytime to chat, I love them so!)


Prompt ~ #141 “Marry me?” and #95 “Are you drunk?”

Extra ~ Roy Harper x Reader

Note ~ Not so proud with the ending oh well, short and sweet

You looked up at the twinkling stars up in the night sky, the aroma of wet grass and wine encasing the small area. The warm summer breeze spreading warmth through your body, there you laid on a red blanket with Roy as you both star gazed peacefully.

He broke the silence, “I want to be stuck in this moment forever.” He wrapped his hands around your waist, his thumb tracing small circles on your hip.

“This is the most normal moment we had in a while.” You replied in a soft voice, brushing his hair to the side, he was due for a hair cut.

“Marry me?” He looked into your eyes this time, a small blush on his cheeks.

“Are you drunk?” You replied, not thinking he was serious.

He laughed, “No, remember trying to stay sober?”

“Well then, it’s a yes from me.” He pulled a ring out of his pocket, you watched intently as he slipped it on your finger.

“You’re serious?” You laughed as you looked down, mesmerized by the ring.

He placed a small kiss on your shoulder,“Very.”

“And here I thought you were fooling around, what a quirky proposal.” You kissed his cheek sweetly.


“Well it wasn’t your average proposal was it? You didn’t get on your knee, but we aren’t cliche are we?” He chuckled, as he took your hand and looked at you lovingly.’

Roy smirked, “That’s true, but hey I can get to call you my fiancée now.”

“I can get use to you calling me that.” Your eyes locked onto his, foreheads pressed against each other, lips grazing over each others. You closed the small space and kissed him but stopped, you were both smiling too hard.


On the way back to my recollections

I recall that distant day

When we lay on our backs, and

In the twilight sky of the fading day,

Made a promise for tomorrow

Going to that place in that town

Those grazed wounds

Left behind scars

We chased, out of breath,

For the promise for tomorrow

anonymous asked:

Hi I was wondering if you knew any good, pure ML fanfic, because I want to read some, I'm just scared that there's going to be sexual stuff and I'm not comfortable reading that about teenagers. Any good ones with lots of fluff and cuteness??? ;;

Haha anon I feel ya.

Unfortunately it took me forever to get an ao3, so a lot of the things I have saved are of the long form variety and not necessarily complete. Or fluffy for that matter.

So anyway, anon, I’m SO sorry that this list is embarrassingly short.

Lucky Us by PrincessKitty1 is legit one of my fave fics in this entire fandom. Nothing happens to the best of my recall, not to mention they’re well aged up anyway. There is so much fluff in this one and the characterizations are beautiful, an amazing read.

This masterpiece by @plaggplz is a treasure. It was done for fluff month and boy oh boy does it live up to that. Short but oh so sweet.

In light of my lack of advice, I would seriously recommend checking out @ao3feed-ladynoir. There’s plenty to see and you’ll be able to kind of cherry pick what you want, even if you won’t necessarily be getting The Fics That Everyone Reads.

Also, to my followers, if you guys have any more recs for our friend here, could you possibly reply to this post? Let’s get some crowdsourcing going because your blog manager here is a huge dink :X

Heartbreak Reboot

Originally posted by bellahasjams

Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin (yoonmin)

Genre: Angst

Words: 1254

A/N:: This has been uploaded under a different title also to @bangtansadnyeondan which is another blog I made with @namgerine so this is not plagiarising or whatever, don’t worry. Also this is a true story and probably the reason why I have been so inactive. I’m sorry.

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May Fic Rec

I’m super sorry for posting this so late in May! I couldn’t watch the last few episodes of the Flash, and since a lot of the fanfics I have bookmarked are referencing those episodes, I couldn’t really read many of these ffs… Found a few awesome ones nevertheless ;)

by @backtothestart02:

Fifteen (” HS!AU - Iris figures out she has feelings for Barry when he starts dating Becky Cooper. When news of their break up spreads throughout the school, she decides to act.” So much cuteness and fun to read. Wheee! ^^)

Full and Aching (”1x23 - Barry & Iris’s rooftop conversation. Iris’s POV.“ Nice look into Iris’s head and thoughts during that scene)

by Cee693:

Sunshine on A Cloudy Day (”Day 3 of Iris West Week- Iris & The Rest. Fic submission dedicated to the wonderful friendship between Iris and her fellow Sunshine twin, Cisco Ramon.Or- Two times Iris found Cisco’s warm rays on cold day and the one time she was able to return the favor and keep him warm.“ Such a sweet, heartwarming and awesome portrayal of Cisco and Iris’s friendship! Plus, the background-westallen is really cute, too)

by @sophisticatedloserchick:

Always There For Me (”After a bad date Iris spends the night with Barry watching Dragon Ball Z. High school!AU” So cute :)

by wanderer765:

Talking Bodies (”How Iris feels in the afterglow :)” Short, but-oh-so-sweet!)




I was originally going to wait until the dust had settled from the series finale but FUCK. THAT. NOISE.

I will forever be a #Jashi shipper. You can not take that from me.

I hope you all enjoy this cause the next chapter is gonna be dirty. Fight me.

I love you all. (Except you, Genndy. You’re on my shit list right now.)

Jack and The Reunion

Chapter 3:


Synonyms: abandon, kiss good-bye


They ran into each other at the large doors of the Grand Hall. Well, not so much ran into each other; she waited for him. Flora had already gone inside. She smiled at him as he approached.

He smiled back but she could immediately tell that he looked nervous. She felt a fluttering in her stomach. He just looked so sweet.

“Ashi,” he began. He bowed slightly before looking into her eyes. “I want to apologize for earlier.”

She put up a hand to stop him. “Please don’t worry about that. Let’s just go in.” She shrugged one of her shoulders and tilted her head to the side. “And have a good time?”

“Yes,” he agreed. His heartbeat sped up at her posture. She was so pretty. He held out his elbow to her. Ashi looked at him in confusion.

“You are, um,” he said, “supposed to take my arm. So I can escort you inside.”

“Ah!” She linked her arm in his just as the doors of the Grand Hall began to open.

She beamed. She had a strong feeling that it would a good time, indeed.

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Dinner disaster, or not so much

Sherlock x reader

requested by @saranasai:  Hey there :) I didn’t find your ask box but I would like to request a sherlock one shot, if you still do some? :) No. 6. and 26. as a Sherlock x reader would be wonderful. Maybe something with a light panic attack of the reader, if you’re comfortable with this. If not, you can come up with everything you want :)

request through messages :)

warnings: slight panic attack

word count: 826

part 2??

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Makeup was applied perfectly, and your hair was tied in an elegant updo. Long dangling earrings framed your face along with a few curled strands of hair. The dress you were wearing was gorgeous. It was a black short dress, with a low V-neck and draped fabric under the golden belt placed in the middle, black stilettos finishing the look. You admired yourself, you rarely dressed like this as not many “happy” occasions come up when you lived with Sherlock Holmes.

And this was no different. Sherlock needed to go to a fancy restaurant as the drug dealer he was trying to hunt down was apparently going to be there and he needed a date. Of course, because of his lack of female friends, you were almost automatically included in his plan. But you didn’t mind, after all, who can refuse to have dinner with the smart, handsome detective?

You grabbed a golden purse to match your belt and earrings and headed out of your - John’s old - bedroom. Your heels tapped on the wooden stairs announcing your entrance. Almost instantly, Sherlock’s head snapped up, waiting for the reveal behind the tapping.

“Wow… You look… Wow,” he said, absentmindedly. Quickly, he covered it up by clearing his throat.

“Thank you, Sherlock,” you said with a light smile, finally arriving at the actual living room. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes,” he extended his hand which you gladly took to lead you out. instead of the usual rides in cabs you took, a limo zine was waiting for you outside.

“Mycroft?” you asked, a grin plastered on your face. Sherlock only responded with mutters, you heard something along the lines of ‘I could’ve done it without him.’

After a silent ride, you arrived at the restaurant where the dealer was going to be. As soon as you entered, you were greeted with a velvet atmosphere. the floor was an elegant red with white-clothed tables and black chairs around it, and a long bar stretching at the end.

A woman helped you with your coat and another leaded you to your reserved seats. You sat on a table for two. Of course, Sherlock did not pull out the chair for you, typical. You ordered your dinner and were comfortable doing so, knowing Mycroft would take care of the charge.

As you were waiting for your meals, a waiter came by and poured red wine into your glasses, lighting a candle in the middle before leaving. You were sure that your face was red by now as if the blush you applied wasn’t enough. You thanked all gods that Sherlock wasn’t paying attention, he was too busy looking around for the dealer to see your face.

“Here he is,” he finally said in a hushed tone, his face blank, completely focused on a man behind you. You turned around, somewhat excited to see this criminal. But as soon as you saw who it was, blood drained from your face and your breathing suddenly got heavy.

“Sherlock… What are you talking about? That’s my ex.”

“I’m telling you it’s him, he’s the drug dealer,” he said seriously.

“My ex was a drug dealer?!” you whisper-shouted as your breathing somehow got even heavier. “Oh, god. I was dating a drug dealer. he was a drug dealer.”


“you’re not helping!”

But it was just your luck that he started making his way to your table, you hurriedly looked at Sherlock.

“Quick, kiss me,” you blurted.

“You need to calm down, (Y/N).”

“I said kiss me!” when you saw he only rolled his eyes, you instinctively cupped his face an pulled him closer, sealing the gap with a kiss.

You couldn’t lie, this was a dream of yours. You have loved the consulting detective for as long as you could remember, and you do admit that you might have slightly used this situation as an excuse to kiss him.

The kiss was short, but oh so sweet. You begged to attach your lips to his again after you slowly broke away, looking each other in the eyes.

“Woah, (Y/N)!” of course your ex had to ruin the moment.  

“Micheal,” you glared at him

“Hey, you can call me Mike!” you only responded with an eye roll. “What are you doing here?”

Before you could answer, Sherlock came in. “I’m sure you can tell that she’s having dinner with her boyfriend, no need to ask stupid questions.”



your eyes widened but you quickly hid it with a cough. “Yeah, w-what he said.” you mentally face palmed at yourself.

“Good talk. Unfortunately, you have to come with me,” Sherlock said as he pulled out some handcuffs. A frightened look was plastered on Michael’s face, but before he got the chance to run away, Sherlock locked his hands as you immediately called Lestrade.

Mission: complete.

Oh, you weren’t talking about the capture of the criminal.

ok so I was giving @naggyfriend an enormous list of my fave YGO fics from my and a03 collections, and I guess I should probably make my own version of the giant list

KEEP IN MIND THOUGH that you’ll have to look for the fics on my favourites lists yourself (which I am linking however) - there’s just too many for me to link individually, but I’ve included the name and author of them so yeah

[Last updated April of 2016, I need to update it!]

Read more for my fave puzzleshipping fics!! 

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Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Bucky Barnes (Winter Soldier) x Reader
Prompt: Natasha Romanoff, your best friend, calls you for help. Not knowing the thing your helping is a traumatized hydra assassin. Though difficult days and long nights you both find comfort and peace.

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Chapter Nine

The phone is ringing. Your eyes flutter open to florescence of the hospital room. The moments taking you to realize what is happening are foggy. When the moments are over dread fills the space. The only person who would be calling you now are the people who put in the hospital in the first place. That can’t be true. This can’t be happening.

The Iron Jaw wants me dead. The Iron Jaw wants me dead. The Iron Jaw wants me dead. It repeats in your mind making anything else fade. Kisses, love, fiends, and Bucky fly away into the chilling wind of the Iron Jaw. The thought of death falls on you like the snow that almost took you only a couple days ago. If they are going to make me fight in this condition then I will die. The Iron Jaw wants me dead.

You reach for the phone like a snake striking its pray. You take big breaths of the sterile air. A shaky breath escapes you,


An angelic voice wafts over your trembling body. “Hello Miss Y/N. Yes, we would like to inform you that you and your services are no longer needed. Due recents set backs in your physical condition you are rendered useless to us. We are now letting you go from your employers. We will let you live a peaceful life under the assumption that you will not inform the authorities or try to locate us. Miss Y/N, do you understand?”

“Y-yes absolutely. Thank y-you so much.” A knot forms in your throat.

“Alright Miss Y/N. Goodbye and long may the the Iron Jaw reign.” Then she is gone.

Stillness. Nothing else but stillness and freedom. You cry not knowing what else to do. The tears that fall from your eyes are filled with fear. All of it leaving your body. The fear of being controlled. The fear for my loved ones. Torture, killing, death, the Iron Jaw all gone with one phone call.

You become unaware of the time that passes. Silent tears continue to fall off your cheeks. Picking up the phone and dialing the first number that is familiar. A voice reaches through the air.

It is Nat who answers the call.
“Y/N? Are you okay? Y/N?! Y/N!”

“Something has happened.”

“What happened?! I’m in the elevator. Hold on, I’ll call Bucky.”

“No, no it’s good. Don’t worry.”

“Wait what?! Hold on I’m here.” The phone goes quiet as Nat appears in the doorway.

“Have you been crying?” Concern trails her voice, “Are you in pain?” She climbs on the hospital bed. The starch white sheets crinkle under her bodyweight.

“Nat.” Your eyes meet. She automatically starts to read you. In seconds that worry is gone. Nat figured it out. She really is the best of the best.

“Y/N, your-your…”

“Free” the word leaves your mouth like firework. Crackling. Spitting. Lighting up the room. There are tears now in Nat’s eyes.

“How-what did they say?”

At first you chuckle “This lady calls me up like ‘Hey um yeah this thing we got isn’t working out. Thanks it was great but we need to never come in contact ever again. Its not you its me. Actually it is you and your multiple bullet wounds. Okay yeah bye now.’ That’s a direct quote by the way.”

Nat’s does her famous eye roll. “You might be free from the Iron Jaw but I’m not free from your lame jokes.”

“That wasn’t a joke Nat! I told you that was a direct quote. It’s a load of crap anyways. Like the reason I was released was my injuries. Pfft! The just didn’t want Bucky to come…” Your voice falls away at his name.

Nat immediately pulls out her phone and starts to type rapidly. She manages to put it back in her pocket before you realize what she did. Before you speak a word the phone vibrates.

“What?” You say stupidly.

“I texted Bucky to come here. He replied.”

“That fast?!”

“To even be consider a qualified agent then you must have the texting skills of 13-year-old girl.” She smiles. You smile back. No more words are spoken. She crawls next to you. You lay in silence for a very long time. Soaking in the good news.

You are about to let your eyes shut when you hear the distinct sound of stomping boots. Bucky storms through the doorway attack ready. He stops and looks at us confused.

“What happened?”

You open you mouth to answer but Nat interjects. “Oh you know the usual,” getting up from the bed she casually saunters over to him “Y/N gets a call from the the Iron Jaw saying that her boyfriend did a little too much killing for their liking. Now she is a free woman.”

One heartbeat it takes Bucky to reach you. His hands are cupping your cheeks and his forehead is against yours. “Is it true?”

“Yeah, you got me fired.” He replies by laying kisses all over your face. “They said I could live a peaceful life Bucky. Like a some what normal one. I highly doubt that hanging out with you two. A life without the Iron Jaw. A better one. One with you.”

Bucky smiles. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too Buck.” His forehead is still pressed against yours when there is a knock at the door. A tiny blonde nurse with the pinkest cheeks you’ve ever seen smiles proudly.

“Mr and Mrs, I have some great news! The doctor is letting you out tomorrow” She says.

“This day gets better and better,” Nat scoffs.

“Anyways,” the nurse continues, “he said that your basically fully healed, which is pretty remarkable. You will be very tired and weak and will need assistance but seeing your very attentive husband it shouldn’t be a problem.” You turn to Bucky and cock an eyebrow. He just shrugs it off. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. See you tomorrow!”

Nat turns to your direction, “Hey your phone is ringing.”

“Wha-?” Sure enough your phone starts to ring. That fucking smirk spread across her face. God, she can be annoying.

You pick up the phone, “Ello?”

“Ah, baby cakes how you been?”

“Tony?” Bucky’s hands immediately fly to his temples.

“Yeah it’s me. Now, I heard you got dropped by that very angry Russian boy band of yours and your being let of the hospital.”

“Yeah. How did you hear so fast?”

“Shhhh. Don’t worry your little unemployed head about trifling things like that. Let’s get to the important stuff. Sense basically we all owe you for giving the tin man a heart, Pepper and I decided on a party for you.”

“Party? For me?”

“Yes, yes one where you can wear a pretty dress and all your childhood dreams can come true. Happy? Yes of course you’re happy. Who am I kidding? See you tomorrow baby cakes. Kisses.” Then he hangs up the phone. Short but oh so sweet.

“Well, Tony stark is throwing me a party.” You announce.

Nat smiles “Oh yes we’ve been discussing it.”

“Sense when,” Bucky groans.

“Five minutes ago” She’s smirking again. “Alright, I’m off to party plan.” She walks over and kisses your forehead. “Goodbye Mr. And Mrs. Barnes” she says leaving the room without a trace.

You and Bucky are now alone in the room. He lays beside you. His warmth surrounds you. He brushes the hair out of your face. Letting his fingers linger on your neck. They are cold to the touch. He kisses you. Strong, reassuring, passionate. All the things he is. A kiss that is filled with love.

Eventually sleep catches you. You lay your head on his chest. You can hear his heartbeat. The only heart beat that matters in this moment.

You fall into the most peaceful sleep you’ve had in a while. One thing plays in your mind drowning all other thoughts. You slip away to its beautiful rhythm. I’m in love with Bucky Barnes and he loves me. I’m in love with Bucky Barnes and he loves me. I’m in love with Bucky Barnes…

Long time no see.