that cheeky smile on his face before pulling her down

Queen of Hearts

Characters: Dean Winchester, Y/N (Reader), Sam Winchester, Cas (mentioned)

Pairing: Dean x reader

Warnings: Implied smut, language, car crash, Dean being an ass, Reader being an ass, Sam being an ass, angst, lots and lots of angst, a bit of fluff,

Wordcount: 2600ish

A/N: This is my entry for @blacktithe7 1500 follower writting challenge. She gave me the song Desperado by Eagles so blame her not me! I could not not angst for that! I recommend you listen while or before you read.

Thanks too @adriellej and @for-the-love-of-dean for betaing :D

Sam was worried. More so than usual as he sat at the booth watching the bar and people around him. A lot had changed over the past few years. Some for good but the bad seemed to overshadow that in his mind at the moment.

Sam watched her as she stood at the bar. He remembered the first time he and his brother had met her. She had been just as skilled and head strong then as she was now. Her and Dean had been fighting each other every step of the way but they had managed to catch the shapeshifter together and she had even saved Sam’s life in the process.

Sam didn’t kid himself. He knew that was the exact action that had caused Dean to warm up to her back then. He knew his brother well. He had a hard time trusting people, but she had been there for Sam and that had given her an instant in with his brother.

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Turn of Events (NSFW)

Summary: Dean happens upon a let down reader, things move hot and fast

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,161

Warnings: Heavy Smut, slight domination, nudity, detailed sex

A/N: Okay so this is the fanfic that my boyfriend wrote a few weeks ago. I haven’t been able to write as I have been travelling all day so enjoy. He wouldn’t let me edit it unless I rewrote it so I am sorry for any mistakes. (reference)

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| Sonic Chaos | Chapter One : Eggman Blows Up His Own Ship

( A/N:  This is REVISED FROM THE ORIGINAL!!! Thank you all for being patient while I revised parts of the story! I love you all!! Also, thank you @lightningstar1389 for illustrating this chapter! )

                                                ~Chapter One~

It was a warm summer evening where Sonic The Hedgehog and his best friend, Tails, decided to rest for the day. Lounging lazily in their beach chairs, they watched the sun set peacefully in the distance. The powerful duo had recently been on back to back adventures for the last few months; saving an entire race of aliens, fixing space and time, and almost accidentally draining the entire planet of its life force can be quite exhausting.

Sonic took a moment to focus on the silence around him. He closed his eyes and took a deep, slow breath. He wanted to hear nothing but the calm noise of the waves crashing onto shore and the distant call of seagulls on the horizon. The sound of the beach had always calmed him down, despite his irrational fear of the ocean.

“This is nice.” he said calmly.

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Happy Finnrey Friday everyone!!! For the first time, I’m contributing something! Enjoy my Finnrey one-shot, and have a wonderful Friday ❤️


Rey sighed as the sun kissed her face. Light, streaming in around her from the treetops, dappled the forest floor with patches of brightness and shadows. Her cheeks were warm- when she closed her eyes, she saw red. She remembered hot, arid Jakku, days and weeks without rain and coarse sand stinging her skin as the wind whipped it into the dry air.

She opened her eyes, and drew in a long, deep breath.

Her lungs filled with the sweet scented forest air- rotting leaves and flowers in bloom. Rey crouched low too look more closely at a patch of yellow-gold flowers that seemed almost to glow. She smiled, widely, deliriously, for even these small things- pretty flowers and dew-coated leaves- filled her with a kind of wonder and joy. She was getting more and more used to that feeling- like heartache, but somehow pleasant. Not being able to stop a grin from spreading across your face. The Force, washing over her and through her, seeming to tell her in its own way, I am here, you are not alone.

Rey carefully cupped a bud in her hand and closed her fingers around it. Her eyes closed, and she exhaled slowly, focusing on the energy and life inside that little bud. She willed it to show itself to her.

When she pulled her hand away, she found that she had had no such luck. The bud remained stubbornly closed. Rey gave a huff of frustration and sat back on her heels.

Frustration- another feeling she was quite accustomed to by now, but it seemed to manifest itself in new ways these days. Rey didn’t much like to think about Jakku. But she clearly remembered the crushing weight on her chest every time she received a portion smaller than the last. The bitter tears she shed in the privacy of her makeshift home, longing for a family she knew would never come back. Hoping, despite everything, that they still might.

Joy, frustration, hope- these things all meant such different things to her now, months after leaving her past behind. And she felt them, suddenly and frighteningly all at once, when she thought now of someone who had made her feel too much from the moment they met.

Rey felt her cheeks heat up. She didn’t like thinking about Finn when she didn’t have to. Mostly because it made her feel funny and embarrassed for no reason at all- no reason, she assured herself. She cared for him more than anyone, so much that it scared her a little.

She still didn’t quite believe that he felt the same way about her.

Rey decided then that now was not the time to think about her friend- Finn always brought on a confusing onslaught of emotion that distracted her from more important things. Luke was trying to teach her to connect more with the Force through other living things, and Rey was struggling with it more than she would like to admit. It was easy enough for her to force her way into someone’s mind undetected, or to lift a boulder or will the light to bend at her command. But to draw energy from the living Force- and do things like make flowers grow and heal cuts and bruises- required a kind of mutual connection that had to be cultivated, not forced.

Rey stared at the flower bud, and was tempted to try and make it bloom again. But why? She’d been trying for weeks to do something as simple as that with no success. It wouldn’t be any easier, now that she was annoyed AND preoccupied with thoughts about Finn that wouldn’t go away.

Another big reason why Rey preferred not to think about Finn was that he put himself in danger far too often for Rey’s liking. Worse, Rey was almost always prohibited from going with him. Luke wanted her to be able to focus on her training, cultivate her abilities before throwing her out in harm’s way. He never wasted an opportunity to remind her how rare and important she was- the Galaxy desperately needed Jedi to combat the First Order and Knights of Ren. Rey argued that that she was needed now, Force flower-growing skills be damned.

But Luke persisted that Rey was no use to anyone dead, or captured. Rey hated knowing that he was right, because that meant every time Finn put his life on the line for the Resistance, she had to watch him leave, again and again, never knowing if he would come back to her.


Rey gasped and leapt to her feet. On instinct, she reached for her lightsaber, but when she saw who it was, her hand fell limply to her side. Her breath caught in her throat.

“Finn?” Rey’s voice sounded strangled. She felt such a powerful rush of relief wash over her that she found that she couldn’t move towards him, to embrace him, like she so desperately wanted to. Instead she started to cry.

It was stupid, really. Finn hadn’t even been gone for more than four days, and it had only been on a short supply run to a nearby planet (Finn was an excellent negotiator. People trusted him instantly, with his friendly yet professional demeanor and warm smile. The same smile that was currently making Rey weak in the knees).

Finn’s beautiful smile vanished, replaced by a look of concern so sincere that Rey felt her tears rush forward even more forcefully. She choked out a sob as Finn closed the distance between them, collapsing into his arms. He held her tightly and let her cry into his shoulder. Finn’s warmth, the wonderful familiarity of his strong arms around her back, the smell of his sweat mixed with some kind of silly cologne he probably borrowed from Poe- all these things seemed to fill her up from the inside with their innate Finn-ness.

“Hey,” Finn said softly. His breath tickled Rey’s ear and made her shiver all up and down her spine, every nerve buzzing. “You okay?”

Rey swallowed and sniffed, keeping her face buried in the soft crook of Finn’s neck. She was so overwhelmed with emotion- relief, that Finn was safe and sound- joy, that he was home again with her and here, in the beautiful woods with his arms around her, that she knew that if she said too much it would all come spilling out, every frightening and confusing desire and affection. So instead she just squeezed him tighter, mumbling something incoherent, before poking him in the side and (reluctantly) pulling away. His hands, which had been resting on her shoulder blades, slid down her back to rest on her waist as she took a step back. Rey’s face burned, and she felt suddenly shy. She couldn’t meet Finn’s earnest gaze with her own.

“So… you’re not mad at me?” Finn said, hesitant but smiling in that cheeky way of his.

Rey scoffed, thankful for the awkward moment to be over.

“Me, mad at you? For leaving me behind with a cranky old Jedi for four-”

“Barely three!-”

“- days, without thinking to contact me at all?”

Finn smiled guiltily, and shrugged.

“It took a lot of convincing.” He offered weakly. His lovely brown eyes met Rey’s, and again Rey felt her cheeks warm and her stomach turn with butterflies.

“But don’t you think for one minute I didn’t want to be back here with you the entire time.”

Another unstoppable smile spread across Rey’s face at those words. Her heart fluttered. The words were there, pushing up her throat and into her mouth and pressing at her lips- I missed you so much, I’m so glad you’re okay, Do you know how much you mean to me, It scares me, I love-

But Rey was saved, mercifully, by Finn’s sudden curiosity towards the flower bud she had been cradling.

He pulled his arms away from her and crouched low to the ground.

“What were you doing?” Finn asked. Rey swallowed her anxiety and kneeled down beside him.

“I was trying to use the Force to make it bloom. Luke’s been having me work at it pretty much since you left, and I still haven’t had any luck with it.” She ended with an irritated huff. Finn rolled his eyes good naturedly at her.

“You can’t be amazing at everything as soon as you try it.” He admonished. There was a change in his voice that Rey couldn’t quite pinpoint. His eyes flitted away from her, and he licked his lips. Rey swallowed again and pointedly looked away from his mouth.

“Maybe… maybe you just need some help.” Rey turned her head sharply, giving him a surprised look. Finn chuckled, still not meeting her eyes. Finn was never like this. He was always the one to make Rey avert her eyes, clench her jaw, lose her breath.

Finn took her hand in his. He guided them to the bud. Together, they enclosed it between their palms.

“Try again.” Finn said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Rey closed her eyes.

She took a slow, deep breath. Her lungs filled with cool air. She felt a rush of pent-up energy- the Force!- that was suddenly released from its place in her chest rush through her, and at the same time felt a warm glow dance across the lines of her palm. Finn made an awkward, startled noise at the sensation. Rey smiled, and for once didn’t stop the the delighted laugh that escaped her.

When the Force had stilled, Rey kept her eyes shut. For a moment, all there was was Finn’s warm fingers intertwined with hers and their breaths stirring the still air around them. Then, the ticklish silk-soft brush of a petal against Rey’s palm.

She exhaled and blinked her eyes open. She looked at Finn, beaming, ecstatic, wondering. Finn looked back at her.

He was smiling.

Take Your Time

Title: Take Your Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3171 

Warnings: Fluff (is this a warning?), drinking, , mentions of sex but no smut, maybe a swear?

A/N: This is my first Bucky piece and I haven’t written months so please let me know what you think. Also, this is based off of Sam Hunt’s song Take Your Time, which you can find here

 I don’t know if you were looking at me or not
You probably smile like that all the time
And I don’t mean to bother you but
I couldn’t just walk by and not say, “Hi”

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off of you from the moment you walked into the room. He couldn’t help but feel disappointed as he realised the breath-taking smile on your face wasn’t directed at him, but rather his friend next to him.

“Y/N!” Steve pulled you into a tight hug and pressed a kiss on your cheek. “You didn’t tell me you were back.”

“Thought I’d surprise everyone. Hey there, Birdman.” She gave Sam a cheeky smile and he simply laughed mockingly before pulling her into a hug as well. “Who’s your pretty friend, Stevie?” Her gaze turned to Bucky, who stilled as her eyes wandered up and down his frame before briefly landing on his metal arm.

Steve chuckled as he looked at his friend. “Buck, this is Y/N. Y/N, meet James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Hey there, soldier.” She sent him a smile unlike any other, and he swore his heart stopped in his chest.


Your eyes are so intimidating
My heart is pounding but it’s just a conversation
No, girl I’m not wasted
You don’t know me, I don’t know you but I want to

There was a small smirk playing on the corner of her mouth as she leant forward on the counter. The glass of whiskey danced precariously between her fingers as she stared down the super soldier, who couldn’t seem to form a sentence to save his life.

“Come on, soldier. You don’t really expect me to believe that?”

“I really haven’t,” he shook his head and allowed a small chuckle to escape.

“He speaks! You know, the game doesn’t work if you lie, Barnes.”

“I don’t know what Steve’s been telling you, doll, but I’ve never had a threesome,” he said honestly. She eyed him from across the kitchen counter where they were joined by Sam, Clint and Tony, looking for any sign that he was lying. He shifted on his feet as she continued to watch him, her gaze unwavering.

“What about you, kid?” Tony nudged her with a shit eating grin. “I mean, ‘never have I ever had a threesome’. The game doesn’t work if you lie (Y/L/N),” he mocked. She finally looked away from Bucky and threw her head back to laugh loudly and freely, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she finally looked back at the group.

“You caught me, Stark,” she took a sip of her drink. “I forgot you were at that party.”

“Woah, wait, wait, wait,” Clint looked down at the girl sat next to him, who seemed completely unabashed at the sudden revelation. “When did this happen?”

“England,” she shrugged casually. “About a year ago, maybe? Stark and I were at some conference with Nat.”

That’s the question you’re going with?” Sam interrupted. “You know what we’re all thinking, sweetheart. Girls or guys?” He took a sip of his beer and leant forward. Tony looked interested, and Bucky looked up as well, unwilling to admit how enticing he found the almost smile that graced her features. It was like a predator waiting to pounce on its prey.

“You really want to know, Wilson?” she leant on her elbows as lowered her voice considerably so that all the men had to move closer to hear her. “Let’s just say, even if one of us finished, we didn’t have to stop.” Bucky laughed at the expressions on the others faces, feeling accomplished as she shot him an appreciative grin over her shoulder as she walked away.

And I know it starts with “Hello”
And the next thing you know you’re trying to be nice
And some guy’s getting too close
Trying to pick you up, trying to get you drunk

She knew who he was when Steve introduced him all those weeks ago. Of course she knew. Even if she hadn’t seen the metal arm or read the file on him all the Avengers got when he joined the team. She had spent enough nights with Steve after his nightmares, just listening to everything he had to say about growing up in Brooklyn in the 40s. Obviously, more often than not, those stories involved a Mr James Buchanan Barnes. Why she chose to approach him, on the other hand, was a completely different question that she didn’t have the answer to. He was alone and looked like he needed company, so who was she to turn down that opportunity for him?

“Hey there, soldier.” He didn’t need to look over to see who had joined him. “What are you doing over here all on your own?”

“S’quiet,” he mumbled. Something about her threw him off guard. He’d only met her a few weeks ago, but he could tell she was unlike anyone he’d ever met. The fact that she didn’t seem to stare at his metal arm or cautiously edge away like everyone else did made him wary.

“Are man of few words, huh?” she chuckled and took a sip from the ever present bottle dangling between her fingers. He watched her from the corner of his eye, enraptured with the way she was able to drink steadily from the half empty bottle of whiskey without an issue. He didn’t realise he was staring until she raised her eyebrows at him and cleared her throat.


“Don’t worry about it, soldier.” If Steve could hear the thoughts running through his mind about her laugh, he would definitely tease him relentlessly. An almost uneasy silence feel around them. Or it felt uneasy to Bucky. With her head tipped back and her eyes closed as the wind blew through her hair, (Y/N) looked utterly relaxed and at peace. “I can leave you alone if you want.”

“N-no.” He cursed himself internally for stuttering. “I don’t mind you being here.”

“Yeah?” she tipped the bottle back and drank some more, highly aware that he was watching her. Wordlessly, she held the bottle out to him, offering him some. He hesitated, but took it nonetheless and tried not to focus on how warm her hands were as his fingers brushed against hers gently. “Well, I’m almost impressed.”

“Why?” He shot her a questioning look as he handed the bottle over.

“You almost manage your drink as well as I can. A little more practice and you’ll be able to play with the big kids.” He tried not to, but a laugh bubbled from his lips at her playful teasing. He looked down at her, silently pointing out how small she was next to him. “Watch it, Barnes. I may be the height of a twelve year old, but I’ve brought down guys bigger than you.”


“Really,” she nodded, and he was thankful that she breezed by his unbelieving tone. “None of them were as pretty as you, but they were definitely bigger.” He scoffed as she called him pretty once more, ignoring her narrowed eyes.

“What’s a gorgeous girl like you doing over here all by herself?” an agent sauntered over, an extra drink in his hand which he promptly held out to (Y/N).

“Agent Derrick.” Bucky could have sworn she rolled her eyes as she turned to face the agent. “I’m not alone.” She didn’t take the drink. “Bucky over here is being the perfect gentleman and keeping me company. Isn’t that right, soldier?”

“Sargent Barnes.” Derrick nodded at Bucky before looking back down at (Y/N). “Come join me instead.”

“Was that a demand or a request?” she raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms slowly, the bottle of whiskey still held loosely in her hand.

“Nothing wrong in asking. Come on, babe, come get a drink with me.”

Where the blade came from, Bucky would never know, especially considering the form hugging dress she was currently wearing. One minute Derrick was about to take a step forward to grab her hand, and the next minute a dagger was dug into the concrete wall right next to his head, centimetres away from his ear.

“Touch me, call me babe again, or even consider taking a step closer, and the next one goes through your eye. Understood?” she asked menacingly. Derrick simply choked out what sounded like a yes ma’am before all but running out of the room.

“Remind me to never get on your bad side,” Bucky let out a low whistle.

“Duly noted.” He would do anything to hear that laugh again.

You could’ve rolled your eyes
Told me to go to hell, could’ve walked away
But you’re still here, and I’m still here
Come on let’s see where it goes

“You want to try that again, Barnes?” your hands landed on your hips, silently taunting him with your smug expression. He looked up at her from his place on the training mat and ran his hands through his now undone hair. Laughs echoed around the room, and Sam made some mocking comment about how Bucky really should not have underestimated (Y/N).

“Come on, soldier. Let’s try that again. Maybe this time I’ll let you pin me down.” She smirked and hauled him up to his feet. “If you’re lucky, that is.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard, doll. Marcus managed it.” It was a low blow, he knew, to bring up a man you had slept with a few nights ago. No one had really said anything since the agent had proudly – and cockily – announced that you were just another notch on his bedpost. You had taken it in stride, not caring that he had told everyone about your sexual endeavours. It wasn’t like he had meant anything to you. However, that didn’t stop you from getting your own back. It had been all too easy to find willing females who had been scorned by him to help with your little project. Now, he couldn’t anywhere on base without someone picking on him for the hilarious lies you had spread about how he was in bed and what got him off.

The second Bucky said it he wanted to take the words back. He was relieved by the look in your eyes which meant you didn’t take his words to heart. And, more to the point, after witnessing your aim first hand, he was definitely grateful you didn’t have any sharp objects on hand.

“Cut the yapping, Barnes. If you spent as much time training as you did thinking of that poor excuse of a comeback then maybe you would have actually beat me by now.”

None the subtle jeers ran through the small crowd watching them, and even Steve joined in and laughed at his friends’ expense.

“Come on, Buck, concentrate!” he called out in a failed attempt of encouragement.

“Ready, soldier?”

“Bring it on, doll.”

I don’t wanna steal your freedom
I don’t wanna change your mind
I don’t have to make you love me
I just wanna take your time

“I know you did not just tell me that I can’t go on this mission.” You stood in front of him, arms crossed and a furious expression on your face.

“Doll, I just –”

“Don’t doll me when I’m mad at you!” you yelled. It was almost comical how fast he realised he had majorly messed up. You never said it to him, but he knew how much you adored the pet name he had given you. He had seen your failed attempts at a hidden reaction a few times whenever you were completely relaxed around him.

“(Y/N), please, I just –”

“Think I’m incompetent? That I can’t handle my own against a couple of soldiers? That I’m a shit assassin?”

“Ex-assassin,” He muttered dejectedly. He quickly realised his mistake and rose his arms in defence. With only pure luck and knowing you ridiculously well, he managed to duck right as a dagger went soaring over his head and smashed an expensive vase behind him. Not that Tony would say anything to you. No, the blame would more than likely fall onto Bucky himself. “Just hear me out!” he called out before you could throw another. With an arm poised in the air, you paused and gave him a murderous glare.

“You have exactly sixty seconds before I gut you like a fish.”

“Do you maybe want to lower your arm?”


“I’m sorry! Look, doll, I’m not saying you can’t on that mission. I’d never take away your right to do something. It’s your life. You go if you want to. I just suggested that you didn’t. There’s more than enough people going, the only benefit of you going is the mission would go a hell of a lot smoother with you because of how well you kick ass.” He was trying to kiss your ass at that moment, you both knew, but you kept on listening while you unconsciously lowered your arm.

“Thirty seconds.”

“I won’t change your mind, I’m just saying, wouldn’t it be a lot nicer to come back inside with me and join Wanda and Vision for a movie? We’re watching one of your favourites from that list you gave me. You’re still free to go if you want but…I don’t know, is it so bad that I just want you to stay?”

You stood and watched each other for a few minutes, the blade in your hand dangling between your fingers. Bucky kept a wary eye on it, knowing that with a simple flick of the wrist you could do some serious damage to his internal organs. You glared at him, your resolve weakening as you realised he was right. Steve had explained that everyone who was needed was already going, but offered for you to tag along if you really wanted. As fun as it sounded going into the middle of a below freezing country, watching a film with Bucky and your friends seemed better.

“Wheels up in five, (Y/N/N).” Steve stuck his head around the door. “You coming or staying?” He looked between your contemplative face and his best friends pleading one and bit back a smile, if only to stop you from throwing the dagger you held at his head.

“Staying.” You said finally. “I’m going to stay here with Bucky.”

I don’t wanna blow your phone up
I just wanna blow your mind
I don’t have to take your heart
I just wanna take your time

“I feel like we’ve gone in a complete circle,” Bucky laughed and sipped his drink. Tony was throwing another one of his extravagant parties, and as usual, him and (Y/N) were sat in a quiet corner and sharing a bottle of whiskey.

“Who would’ve thought we’d still be sitting here six months later?”

“It’s come close a few times, doll, I’m not gonna lie. With your constant need to annoy me I’m just as surprised as you are,” he chuckled.

“Don’t you mean with your constant need to piss the shit out of me?” you shot back. “Believe me, I’ve been held back from putting a fork through your eye my fair share of times.”

“Name one.”

“This morning at breakfast!” He dodged as you threw a cushion at his head. “You took my coffee, you asshole, and then you ran off laughing like a madman. The only reason I didn’t chase you down was because Steve and his stupid super soldier strength stopped me.”

“So you can beat me but not Steve?”

“Guess you’re losing your touch, soldier,” you teased lightly before leaning against his side. He slipped his metal arm around her, not thinking twice about it thanks to the alcohol running through his system. It wasn’t until she boldly held onto his fingers gently that he noticed what he had done. He tried to pull back, but she just held on a little tighter and sent him a look as if daring him to argue with her.


“Sh, I like this song.” She closed her eyes and titled her head back, immersing herself in the song that was currently playing. Bucky listened along carefully, recognising it as one he had heard her play a few times before. Carefully, he stood and pulled her to her feet, ignoring her curious gaze as he led her to the corner of the dance floor. There were barely any couples on it, but that didn’t stop him from wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

No, I ain’t gotta call you baby
And I ain’t gotta call you mine
I don’t have to take your heart
I just wanna take your time

When Steve and Tony caught his gaze, he knew they would never let him get away with dancing with her and singing along in her ear softly. But he didn’t care because it made you move in closer, your head resting on his shoulder gently.

“What?” he asked, noticing the look on your face.

“I normally hate being called baby by most guys,” you started slowly.


“I feel like I wouldn’t mind if you said it.”

“You’ve clearly had too much to drink.”

“Well that, my pretty friend, is a vicious lie. I thought we were having a real moment then.”

“I thought I was Steve’s pretty friend?”

“You’re mine now.”

“Yours, huh?” He tried, he really tried to keep the grin off his face, but hearing you call him yours, and so openly at that, set him off.

“I mean,” you continued as if he hadn’t spoken, a light blush on your cheeks that you really hoped he hadn’t seen. But of course, he had. “Saying you’re my pretty friend is a lot easier than saying you’re Steve’s.”

“Does that make you my pretty friend?”

“I don’t know. Do you want me to be?” you asked innocently. Something shifted between both of you, and an unreadable expression crossed Bucky face as he chose his next words carefully.

“I don’t have to call you mine, but it sure would be a hell of a lot nicer than calling you Natasha or Wanda’s gorgeous friend.” You scoffed at the comparison and got ready to shoot back some sarcastic retort, but he quickly pressed his lips to yours to silence you.

“I don’t have to call you baby, because as much as you try to hide it I know how much you love being called doll. I’m not going to take your heart and treat you like those other random guys who talk too much. I just want to spend time with you. Get to know you more than I already do. Don’t get me wrong, I’d love to call you mine, to steal your covers, to cross that line into something more, but I don’t know if you’re looking for something right now so I don’t want to come on too strong. What do you say, doll? Will you let me take your time?”

“I thought you’d never ask, soldier.”


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Prompt- One where your in Ireland to visit Nialls Family and one of the Family members Walk in on you and Niall having sex 🙈 

~ 954 word


“Come on love, i promise they wont hear, it’s only me dad and Deo and they’re watching the telly.” Niall begged pulling (Y/N) away from where she was standing, at Niall’s old dresser looking at all of his old little football awards, and sat her on his lap. 

“Ni, they will hear us. You can’t keep your mouth shut, always moaning and cursing.” She teased watching as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. “And its a small house, baby, it will be obvious.” 

“No they won’t. Please. We’ll be quiet.” Before she could answer he kissed the sweet spot behind (Y/N) ear making a light moan leave her lips. “Come on we haven’t did it in four days.” He whispered against her skin making her shiver as his hot breath traveled down her neck. 

“Just please be quiet.” She warned giving her consent to let Niall go further. 

With that Niall maneuvered so that (Y/N) was lying on her back and Niall climbed on top of her touching her in her favorite places while she let her hands rest on his jaw line feeling his stubble. 

As their kissed deepened (Y/N) slowly started to unbutton Niall’s dark blue button down reveling his tanned chest that was littered with his chest hair, that he was oh so proud of. Without taking his lips off of hers he pulled the shirt the rest of the way off tossing it on the floor of his childhood room. 

It was pretty odd for him to be having sex on the bed he had when he was a kid, but right now he couldn’t bring himself to care. He had the girl he loves underneath of him  and he was in desperate need to have his relief that he didn’t care. 

He did however pull away so the both of them sat up to remove their pants and for (Y/N) to remove her shit revealing her black lace bra that was Niall’s favorite. She was too bashful to take that off and be completely nude. 

(Y/N) giggled as Niall pulled the sheets over their heads and started to kiss her once more tangling his right hand into her hair and using his left hand working his fingers in small circles on her most sensitive area. 

“Enough with the fingers Ni.”She moaned running her finger nails up his back, love scratches will probably be visible by morning. 

“Mmm okay love.” He said sucking her lip in between his teeth and biting it gently. 

He positioned himself in the correct position before looking up into (Y/N) eyes, “Ready princess?” Niall smirked.

“Yes, just be quiet,” She reminded but gasped rather loudly when Niall entered her. 

“Shh.” He teased holding still to allow (Y/N) to get used to his size. He started slowly moving a little and closing his eyes at the waves of pleasure he was experiencing. 

“Fuck (Y.N), you feel so good.” He said starting to move faster causing his old wooden headboard to lightly bang against the blue painted wall. With the great feeling the couple was experiencing they didn’t realize that were in fact making noise that they promised not to make. Curses spilled out of both their mouths. 

The pair also failed to hear footsteps making their way up the steps. “Hey your dad and i- holy fuck!” Deo said as he opened the door and saw, well his cousin having sex in his childhood bed. 

Niall pulled the sheets off his head and looked at his cousin who stood in the doorway with his face facing the hallway, stunned by what he just waked into. (Y/N) was too embarrassed to do anything but hide her blushed face into Niall’s chest and hope that somehow she would disappear. “Can we help you?” Niall cleared his throat. 

“Your dad and i were going to head out to the store and i was coming up to see if you two wanted to go but it seems your preoccupied at the moment.” He answered still too embarrassed to look at his cousin. 

“Do you want to go, love?” Niall said looking down at (Y/N) with a small cheeky smile as if the situation they have found themselves in was completely normal. “No thanks.” She whispered still hiding her face. 

“I think we’ll pass, Deo.” Niall said back at his cousin. 

“Great.” Deo said before shutting the door. 

After the door was shut and Niall heard footsteps walking away from the room he looked down at his girlfriend who’s face was beet red from embarrassment. “Would you like to finish?” 

“I think we’re done here.” She answered, now completely turned off by the whole situation. “I told you this would happen .” (Y/N) sighed getting up from the bed and pulling her panties and jeans back on followed by the top that was thrown across the room. 

Niall sighed as he got up as well and put his basketball shorts back on, but not bothering with his tshirt. “Don’t be like that babe, its not that big of a deal.” He laughed as she sat down in his old desk chair with her arms crossed. 

“Yes it is, Ni. Your cousin just walked in on us fucking. How are you not embarrassed?” 

“Eh, we’re close. I mean I heard him having sex before. Not that big of a deal.” 

“Well i’m embarrassed, dinner tonight should be fun.” (Y/N) said sarcastically. Looking at her boyfriend in annoyance as he just smiled cheekily.


This was terrible but i hope you liked it,  I’m now officially on summer break so hopefully i can write more, send me requests. 

DNA Boys Collection

~ submitted by: BN


Wake up:

Rolling over with a groan, you stare up at the patterned ceiling with tired eyes. You had gotten no where near enough sleep last night and today already looked grim. Carefully twisting around  you keep your arms close to your side so as to not wake the sleeping babe nestled in beside you. Glancing over the dark haired youngster, you look at your husband who was still laid out flat. Sleeping on his stomach, snoring slightly, Miyuki Kaz looked akin to an angel. If only that was the case.


Reaching over the sleeping baby and tapping Miyuki on the shoulder, you hope he doesn’t jerk awake. Hopefully the baby would want more sleep this morning, especially as she had been active all the night before. Sniffling into wakefulness, Miyuki’s golden eyes slowly open a crack. Taking in the situation with the little one sleeping between them, he shakes his head and slowly sits up. Tucking the blankets in close around the baby, you follow his lead, slipping out of bed as silently as possible. Pillows acting as a barrier, you’re certain the little one won’t be going anywhere anytime soon, leaving you to get ready for the day. Or at least try to.


“Good morning, you’re looking ravishing this morning.” Leaving the door open a crack, you turn on your heel and scowl, pushing your messy hair out of your face.

“Hardly. Are you trying to butter me up?” Narrowing your eyes, you raise an eyebrow.

“What have you done?” Shrugging as he moved forward, glasses pushed up his nose, Miyuki pulls you in for a hug.

“Oh don’t be like that. I always think you’re gorgeous.” Humming skeptically, arms crossed, you watch him carefully.

“Really?” Grinning with a nod, Miyuki pressed a quick kiss to your lips, eyes gleaming.

“Really.” Not convinced you slowly pull away and heading towards the kitchen, coffee in mind. “Also I may have given her some sugared pear after dinner last night. It’s probably why she was up so late.” Gritting your teeth as he chuckled, the tell tale sniffles from the bedroom indicated your daughter was now awake and unhappy about being left alone.

“You can deal with that” you hiss, running a hand over your tired eyes with a sigh. “I hope she’s a pain for you all day.”



Finishing your rice with a swig of tea, you can’t help but smile as Miyuki pulled a ridiculous face, trying hard to coax the baby into finishing her breakfast.

“One more mouthful,” making a face similar to that of a gaping fish, the bespectacled man succeed only in making the little girl laugh, rather than accept the food. “You’re being very cheeky this morning aren’t you?” Wiping down her mouth with a bib, Miyuki took a couple of bites of his own breakfast before offering you the near empty bowl of baby food. Shaking your head and checking the time, you estimate the travel time and the busy train system before picking up the baby for a cuddle.

“Can you please iron my green blouse today? I need it for tomorrow and

I don’t think I’ll have time to tonight.”

“That’s fine” leaving Miyuki to finish his meal in peace, you pamper and dress the little one, tiny shoes and socks a useless accessory. She was just going to pull them off at the first opportunity but at least you made the effort.


Brushing down her tiny tuft of dark hair, you smile taking in her cute, miniature features. People said it all the time and you agree one hundred percent, she is certainly daddy’s little girl. With her eyes, nose and the tiny smile she would flash at inappropriate times, she was truly the offspring of Miyuki Kaz. Listening to the approach for footsteps, you set the little one up on her wobbly feet, holding her tiny hands as she tries to catch her balance.

“Oh she looks super cute today.”


Coming in to hug you from behind, Miyuki kisses you just behind the ear. “Such a good taste.” Smiling, you heave the youngster up, offering her to her father.

“As always. You coming around at lunch?” Josling the baby into a comfort seat on his hip, Miyuki nodded.

“Sure just text me about fifteen minutes before hand and we’ll make our way across.”

Smiling, your heart skipped a beat as the baby reached up and grabbed the neck of Miyuki’s shirt, hiding her sleepy face from the morning light. Leaning in close and giving her a quick kiss you deal Miyuki a deeper one with a grin.

“Thank you, I’ll see you then.”

Lunch time:

Clocking off your shift, you’re not at all surprised to find Miyuki chatting happily to your co workers down stairs. Baby at the centre stage, you can’t help but smile, listening to him boast and brag like the proud father he was.

“You talk too much.” Nudging him gently from behind as you approach, your daughter smiles at you, hands reaching out to be picked up. “Hello sweetie, did you miss me?”

“She didn’t even notice you were gone.” Baiting you with a grin Miyuki was sharp as ever, tired or not. Rolling your eyes dramatically for the entertainment of your co workers, you scold him gently.

“Harsh, come on, I’m starving”


Around the corner there was the perfect child friendly cafe. It had become your usual hang out since the baby had arrived, especially since the bar next to work wasn’t a great place to dine with a pram.

“Is she sleepy at all?” Being up so late it was a miracle she was even awake now. “Try to make sure she doesn’t nap for too long today.” Tipping his hat in the direction of the sun, Miyuki shrugged.

“I can try, but you know what she’s like.”

“You” replying quickly, you sigh. “She’s like you and she won’t do anything she doesn’t want to.”

Tisking as you looked over the familiar menu with a shake of your head, you bopped the little one on the nose. “Just like daddy, stubborn and mischievous.”


Settling in his chair, your husband yawns.

“Guilty as charged.” Leveling you a look, bright golden eyes pinning you to your spot, Miyuki grins. “But as beautiful and happy as her mother.”


Thrilled to be done with work, you drag yourself through the front door, pleased to smell something delicious cooking. A chorus of happy giggles greet you as you walk over the threshold, alerting you to a thankfully happy baby. Shoes off and bag dropped in the hall, you can’t help but laugh, finding Miyuki sprawled out on his stomach, pushing a flurry of toys onto the baby until she’d falls back with a gurgle.

“Oh is daddy being mean to you? What a meanie.” Coming into join them on the floor, you take a stuffed toy and dance it across the floor towards her. “All good?” You inquired, watching the baby scoot closer, hands outstretched.  

“Yup ” Miyuki replied, sitting up with a grunt. “But she’s going to be super sleepy tonight.” Leaning over and stealing a kiss, he grinned. “Like dead tired sleepy. Like sleeping through til the next day sleepy.” Wiggling his eyebrows at you, it’s impossible not to laugh at his implication.  

“We’ll see” you say without promise, watching him pout ridiculously.


Shaking your head and focusing back on the baby, it’s hard not to smile when Miyuki shuffles in beside you, arm about your waist.

“That is almost a yes.” Kissing your cheek quickly, he stands, rolling his sleeves up with purpose. “Okay dinner time. You stay there little one, daddy’s on a mission.”



As usual dinner was perfect, tasty, filling and best of all, the little one practically fell asleep in her high chair. Cleaning her best as possible it was early to bed both for you and her. Coming out of the shower, damp and sleepy, you chuckle, finding Miyuki sitting politely on the end of the bed, looking innocence and sweet.

“I said maybe.”

“No” he corrected, “you said we’ll see.” Beckoning you close, the towel about your waist was toss to the floor, his hands on you in seconds.


It was hard to say no when he was so eager, hands roaming over the dips and curves of your body, attentive and gentle. “Please?” He asked, forehead resting against your stomach, hands gently kneading your ass. Letting your hands fall to his hair and threading your fingers through his dark hair, it was hard to deny him.

“Fine.” Pushing on his shoulders and pinning him down to the mattress, you grin, imitating his eyebrow wiggle. “But I get to be on top.”  

Patrick Kane Imagine

This is a personal for Sadie, in which they are going Christmas shopping with their daughter.

“Mom!” I felt the tug on my jeans before, I heard her voice. I made a sound letting her know that I was paying attention, I put down the sweater that I was looking at to look down at her.

Her big blue eyes were wide as she pointed to the other rack.

“They have an Olaf!” She exclaimed.

Victoria has three Olaf’s already, all in different sizes, she just can’t have another one. I sighed looking away from her eyes, knowing that if I keep looking I won’t be able to deny her anything. It’s the same with Patrick, it’s their eyes.

“Sweetie, you have three Olaf’s already.” I said, going back to looking at the sweater’s in the Disney store.

“That is too many Olaf’s.” Patrick’s voice came from my side.

He had a black beanie on and was crouched down to pick up Vicky. He bounced her on his hip, before finally bringing his attention to me.

“Why were you gone for so long?” I asked looking at the bag in his hand suspiciously.

A cheeky smile appeared on his face as he ignored my question and leaned in to kiss me. I giggled kissing him back; that was until a small hand landing on Patrick’s cheek and pulled him back. Vicky looked between the two of us with a disgusted face.

“Yuck!” She muttered shaking her head.

Patrick laughed as I rolled my eyes and went back to the sweaters. There was everything from Cinderella to Frozen. Vicky had taken a bit more intense liking to Frozen than more kids. Every time Patrick takes her to practices she tries to make the ice freeze the rest of the arena. She has also become convinced that we are secretly Anna and Kristoff. No matter how much I tell her my actual name is Sadie, she just continuous telling me that it is actually Anna.

Patrick has given up fighting her about it.

It’s mostly my fault, I have her watching Once Upon a Time as well.

“I think a safe choice would be this Anna sweater.” Patrick picking it up. I looked at it and I knew he was true.

“Pat, you know how she is about Frozen maybe we should move her away from it…” I whispered trying to keep Vicky from hearing. Patrick was still carrying her on his hip, but by now she was paying attention to the TV at the cashier which was playing Cinderella.

Patrick looked at her, before placing her on the floor, kissing the top of her head.

“Why don’t you go over to Grandma at the DVD section?” Patrick offered, Vicky nodded racing off to my Grandmother who had flown to Chicago to see Vicky.

“Babe, she’s not the only one obsessed with Frozen.” Patrick started. I shook my head, I don’t think he understands how worried I actually am about this.

“Not to this extent.” I tell him, he looks at me hearing the distress in my voice. “Not to the point where she really thinks I’m Anna. She is trying to convince Grandma that I’m Anna and to stop calling me Sadie.”

Pat placed a hand on my shoulder, when he saw the tears appearing.

“Sadie, she’s a kid. Sharp’s little girl is doing this too, except she thinks he’s Hans.” Patrick whispered, and I couldn’t help but laugh at it.

“Is that why the other day she started hitting him with the end of her hockey stick?” I asked in between the laughs, Pat at this point was laughing too and he nodded.

“Yeah, the poor guy has been sitting in the locker room complaining about her keeping a sign on her door that says ‘No Evil Hans allowed’.” Patrick explained, I put a hand over my mouth containing my laughter.

“That’s terrible!” I mumbled through my hand.

Patrick smiled at me, looking over at Vicky talking rapidly to Grandma while holding a Frozen DVD.

“But maybe we should cut back on the frozen, let’s move her over to Tangled.” He said still looking at her.

I smirked putting my arms around his waist, hugging him from behind. He looked at me the moment my head rested on his shoulder.

“Yeah, maybe Tangled will be better.” I whispered to him kissing his cheek, a smile fell over his lips again as he placed a kiss on my nose.

Fic Prompt: Um the prompt… is… basically… that Stefan has a very skillful tongue. Shoutout to all the girls in the group chat who give me all their dirty thoughts so I could turn this into a fic (special shoutout to onesasslove for the set-up.) This is after Stefan and Caroline get together and its really just an excuse to write all the sex scenes we won’t see because of CW censorship (and the fact that its not porn.) It’s smut (obviously) and rated M, enjoy.

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rinz07  asked:

"cheek kisses that leave red lipstick stains" for Nalu or Gale pls? :3 love your writings btw.

I did Nalu for this prompt already so i will do Gajeevy >B) I’ve seen quite a few Assassin AUs lately for those two so that’s the setting here, even if there’s no assassination happening. :D

Her chuckle resounded in his ear as she leaned closer, ghosting her lips from his earlobe to his cheekbone before pressing down a light kiss.

Gajeel huffed, but didn’t pull away.

He felt her roll off him, his eyes following as she sat up, wrapping the once pristine and smooth bedsheets around herself. They were all crumpled up now.

A grin tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Levy caught his expression, turning away with a blush. But she, too, was smiling. Then she cleared her throat.

“Work is calling,” she hummed after a glance at her phone on the bedside table, then turned to him with a cheeky smile playing around her lips, “But it’s been a pleasure, as always.”

Gajeel crossed his arms behind his head. Don’t go, he wanted to say, but kept his lips shut and his face lax. She turned again, picking her bra up off the floor.

He resisted the urge to run his fingers along her delicate spine. So small, yet so dangerous…

She was up and dressed before he knew it, pulling up the zipper of her jacket. Walking towards the bed once more, she leaned down to press another kiss to his cheek. It lasted longer, and she lingered after reluctantly breaking the kiss.

He turned his head slightly, alingning his lips with hers but not moving to close the distance. His dark eyes burned into hers, desire and something more clear on his face.

Levy faltered. But then she pulled away, the tip of her tongue licking along her red lips.

“Until next time, Black Steel,” she murmured.

He didn’t move, even long after the door had fallen shut.

This woman was something else. He just couldn’t shake her, couldn’t get her out of his system. She clung to him like the tattoos on his skin. And he found himself more and more reluctant to let her walk away.

It was only later, when he made his way to the bathroom mirror, that he noticed the red stains on his cheeks. His grin turned dark as he rubbed at them, to no avail.

There was no escaping her, and Gajeel wouldn’t do anything to change that.

He’d gladly let all of her cling to him.


“It’s just for a few hours, though.”

“No, Sherlock, look, I have a post mortem in about ten minutes, and then after that I’ve got so much paperwork I need to catch up on. Look I really have to go. I’ll see you later.”

“Molly, please-” The line went dead, and Sherlock almost threw his phone across the room in frustration, but stopped himself as he spotted Emilie Watson, sitting on the floor, drawing.

The three (and three quarters!) year old was staying with Sherlock for a week, while her parents went to visit her aunt Harry, who had ‘had a little accident’ (the code in the Watson family for ‘relapse’).

Over the past four days, Sherlock had come up with multiple ways to entertain the girl, ranging from doing funny dances to telling her stories (and even dressing up, an event which had scarred him perhaps for the rest of his life).

It had never been a problem in the past. He would always come up with small activities to keep her entertained. However, this was the longest he had ever stayed with her, and even the consulting detective was fast running out of ideas to keep the active three year old busy.

He had eventually resorted to calling Molly Hooper, in the hopes that she might be able to help him, but to no avail. He now sat in his thinking pose, with his eyes closed, trying to come up with something to do, knowing it couldn’t be long before the girl got tired of drawing.

Sure enough, not a moment later, he felt a slight tugging on the sleeve of his robe.

“Uncle ‘lock, look! I’ve finished!”

He opened his eyes, and forced a smile, which soon became a genuine one when he saw what his goddaughter had produced.

It was a drawing of a man, wearing a skull and crossbones T-shirt and an eyepatch. The curly, dark hair and blue eye told him exactly what he needed to know about the identity of the man, and it was confirmed as Emilie said “It’s you, Uncle Sherlock! You said you wanted to be a pi-wate!”

“Yes I did,” he said softly, drawing her into his arms and giving her a short hug, tickling her slightly, (she giggled happily) before taking the drawing out of her hands and sticking it onto his wall. He turned towards her in the hope that she might want to produce another drawing now, but it was short lived.

“What should we do now, Uncle Sherlock?”

“What should we… Aha!” He exclaimed, a thought striking him suddenly. “Would you like to go and see Auntie Molly?”

Even if he didn’t already know the answer, the look of pure delight on the girls face would have been enough to tell him exactly how much she would like to go and see Molly.

The girl had a habit of converting everyone into her family, quite frightful according to Sherlock. There was Uncle Sherlock, of course, along with ‘Uncle Gweg’, ‘Auntie Molly’, and even ‘Uncle Mycwoft’, a title which had made even the stoic man blush when he heard it (though he would never admit to it).

And if he had increased security on the girl after that, he would deny it was for any sentimental reason, but merely because “the girl is clumsy - she could fall at any moment, which would just cause unnecessary hassle!”

Mrs Hudson had a special place In the girl’s heart. One day, at the park, she had seen a boy on the swing next to her, There was an elderly woman next to the swing, who looked at him fondly and repeatedly told him to be careful, and he had just jumped off the swing and run up to her, saying “I will, Grandma!”

From then on, she refused to call Mrs Hudson anything other than ‘gwandma’, and Mrs Hudson, having no children of her own and thus never expecting to hear the word directed towards herself, had burst into tears for the first time since she was a young woman.

If Mrs Hudson was at home, there would be no problem. Sherlock could have left the girl with her for a while. As it was, she had gone to visit a friend for a few weeks, so that option was not possible.

Sherlock helped Emilie put her coat and shoes on, as she excitedly babbled about all the things she would tell Molly, and they made their way out.

He made to call a cab, but Emilie insisted that she wanted to walk.

“It’s a long way, Emilie. You’ll get tired,” he had tried to tell her, but she had denied it.

“Please Uncle Sherlock! I pwomise I won’t get tired!”

Unfortunately, he wasn’t in the habit of denying his goddaughter anything, yet somewhat fortunately, it was a beautiful day, so they made their way towards St Bart’s on foot, the girl chatting away, and him nodding or smiling occasionally.

Eventually, they came to a bridge, and as they made to cross it, there was a gust of wind and Emilie was almost swept off her feet. Sherlock quickly grabbed her hand.

“Hold on to my hand, Emilie,” he told the girl, as they continued on.

“No, you hold on to my hand, Uncle Sherlock!”

“What? That’s the same thing.”

“No, it’s not the same thing,” the girl told him exasperatedly, as if he was the child. “If I hold your hand, I might accidentally let go, but if you hold my hand, I know you’ll never let go.”

Sherlock froze and stared down at the girl. She spoke so simply, and was oblivious to the effect her words had had on the man, and soon she pulled him along. Sherlock just shook his head, and smiled (he was doing a lot of that recently, wasn’t he?).

“Uncle Sherlock?” she said quietly after a while. “I’m tired.” He looked down at her, and saw she had a cheeky grin on her face.

He just shook his head and gave a long suffering sigh, smiling all the while, before lifting her up into his arms.

He only put her down when they were finally in the lab, and she immediately sprinted off towards Molly, who turned in her chair in surprise, before smiling and lifting the girl onto her lap.

As she looked towards Sherlock, her gaze immediately became disapproving, and he just smiled sheepishly at her, shrugging his shoulders.

She shook her head, and brought her attention to the young girl, who was now telling her in detail about what she had done the past four days.

“… and then Uncle Sherlock dressed as the witch-”

“Aha, okay, Emilie, why don’t we ask Auntie Molly if she’d like to go to the park?” Sherlock interrupted, a slight pink tinge on his ears the only thing to suggest he was embarrassed. Molly seemed to be having trouble holding back a laugh.

“Yes, Auntie Molly, please come! Please!” Emilie asked.

It really was impossible to deny that girl anything, Molly thought as they walked to the park, she and Sherlock holding one of Emilie’s hands each.

When they finally got to the playground, Emilie spotted one of her friends, and immediately ran over to say hello, while Sherlock and Molly stood awkwardly next to each other, casting each other glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

Eventually, Molly could resist no longer. “So, you’ve taken to dressing up as witches now,” she said to him, smirking.

He frowned, not looking towards her, the blush on his cheeks showing how embarrassed he was. Molly just laughed.

“I think it’s sweet.” This just made him blush even more, as he gulped. “Oh don’t worry, I won’t tell Anderson. Greg on the other hand-”

“Don’t you dare!” He finally looked towards her, and was almost taken aback by the fondness in her expression. “Ah. You’re joking. Right.”

“Right,” she agreed, and started telling him about her day and asking him about his, not saying anything when he took her hand in his.

After about an hour later, Emilie decided she had had enough, and ran back to Sherlock, who picked her up, before asking Molly is she would like to come to Baker Street.

“I really have to finish my work,” she said in response, but promised she would pop in later in the evening.

Sherlock and Emilie made their way back to Baker Street (in a taxi, this time). Emilie rested her head on his shoulder for a moment, before looking up.

“Uncle Sherlock?”


“Is Auntie Molly your girlfriend?”

“What? No. Of course not. She and I are merely in a relationship, in which we enjoy spending time together and exchange details about our lives. We occasionally go out to dinner and…” He trailed off at Emilie’s confused expression, before sighing heavily.

“Yes, Molly is my girlfriend.”

Emilie smiled happily, before falling asleep on her godfather’s shoulder.

Imagine #2: It’s Just a Scene

Request:  Where Parker and Y/N have a scene with robbie but y/n fell and parker caught her and kissed her and Robbie got jealous bc he loves her but what he doesn’t know is that it was part of the scene but never got told him. Fluff I hope it wasn’t to much

Today was another day on set. You stood next to both Robbie Kay and Parker Croft, the three of you were filming a scene for Once Upon A Time.

Your character, Tiger Lily, was currently in a fight with both Peter Pan and Felix.

A glare rested on your face as you stared into Robbie’s green eyes, “You’re unbelievable, Pan. If you think I’m going to help you kill an innocent kid then you can go to hell.”

You turned around and started to storm away. You heard Robbie’s voice as he spoke his next line, “Felix, go get our Tiger back before she does something she regrets.”

You heard Parker walking towards you, it was at that moment in time you tripped over one of the props and started to fall to the ground. Parker’s arm wrapped around you and spun you so that you were facing him. The two of you froze for a moment and stared at one another. Parker leaned in and stole a kiss from you.

“Parker what the hell?!” Robbie exclaimed. The two of you pulled apart and looked to Robbie in confusion, a distant “cut” was yelled by the director as Robbie continued on, “You know I love her, why the hell would you kiss her in front of me like that? I thought we were friends!”

Parker quickly pulled you up, you started adjusting your clothing and looking anywhere else but at them. Your face was beat red as Parker replied, “Robbie calm down, it was apart of the scene.”

Confusion clouded Robbie’s features, “The scene?”

Parker chuckled slightly, “Yes Robbie, the scene. You know, the one for the show?”

Robbie’s face flushed red. The whole crew was silent as they all stared at you guys. He let out a slight cough and scratched the back of his head, “Oh, I-um, I didn’t know that. Sorry for interrupting.” Another awkward cough and a turn of his head, “I’m going to take a quick breather in my room, I’ll uh, I’ll be back in five.”

With that he quickly turned away and rushed to his room. Once he was out of sight Parker turned to you, “Well?”

Tearing your gaze from where Robbie just was you turned to him, “Well what?”

He rolled his eyes at you and sighed, “Aren’t you going to go after him?”

Another blush and you started sputtering at him, trying to find the right words. He only laughed and shoved you in the direction of Robbie’s room. “Stop making noises like a loser and go get the boy that you like.”

You continued to look at him like a deer caught in headlights. Your face was on fire when you heard the rest of the crew cheering you on.

With one last panicked look to Parker, you made your way to Robbie’s room. You stood at the door staring at his name for a few minutes, heart racing in your chest before going to knock on the door. You let out a gasp as it flew open and Robbie stood right in front of you.

“Y/N…” He started out, “What’re you doing here?”

Your face turned red and you hugged your arms around you, “I-um, I came to talk to you.”

His face turned red and his eyebrows shot up, “Oh, about out there? Yeah, I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to freak out like that. And that whole “I love her” thing you don’t have to worry about-”

You rolled your eyes and grab the back of Robbie’s neck, you pulled his lips to yours and cut him off. You could feel him frozen in shock before he wrapped his arms around you and responded. You pulled away and smiled at him, “It’s okay Robbie, I wanted to come tell you that I like you too. Maybe not love, but we’ll see.”

A cheeky grin made its way to his face, his green eyes sparkling down at you, “So does that mean you’ll go out with me?”

You laughed at him, “Of course I’ll go out with you.”

His grin seemed to grow and he pulled you in for a hug, “Thank you Y/N, you just made me the happiest man in the world.”

You snorted at him, “I doubt in the world Robbie.”

He pulled back slightly and smirked down at you, “At the very least on set.” And with that he leaned down and stole another kiss.

Note: Hope you liked it! 

Requests are open!

here’s some Hartwin with fluffy cat cuddling for @blackmakethme <3

Eggsy’s legs are currently tangled with Harry’s in a heap of comfort and post-sex haze. Eggsy knows that he’s glowing slightly, based on the multiple times Harry had lovingly told him so by pushing him down onto the bed for another slow round, but only this time, he feels positively contented being surrounded by his older lover, literally.

They lie there for a few more minutes until the familiar toenails on wooden floor approach closer to their bedroom door.

And then a whine came.

Eggsy mimics the whine, which prompts Harry to huff out a laugh and gives him a kiss on his temple.

“I got it.”

“Thanks, Haz.”

Eggsy rolls over the empty, but warm, spot and waits for Harry, who opens the door and in comes a tabby ragdoll, her small noises squeak out with every bounce of her paws.

“Tabitha, c’mere,” Eggsy opens his arms and takes the feline into his chest. “Oh sweetie, you smell amazing.”

The cat purrs and nuzzles herself into Eggsy’s chin, tickling the young man and making him laugh. Eggsy makes kissy noises at their pet and nuzzles his nose with hers.

“Was it a good idea after all to let you foster this little lady?” Harry asks amusingly. “I dare say, you might love her more than you love me.”

Eggsy shows Harry a cheeky grin before pulling him down by his arm and giving him a sound kiss. Eggsy can feel a smile coming onto his lover’s face and pulls him onto the bed, with Tabitha nestling between them. The soft duvet dips below them, Eggsy feels Harry’s hand coming up behind his back and rubbing small circles on his skin.

Harry’s giving him small little kisses now, everywhere on his face, neck, collarbone, and shoulders, making Eggsy giggle at the feather-light kisses and touches. He can feel Tabitha’s tail swishing back and forth and her purring soon mimics the sound of their humming along.

anonymous asked:

can you write a fic where Kira sees how much Lydia and Stiles like each other and tries to set them up? (and Scott gets in on it too)

Sure! :) 

Just an FYI, there is some Scira in this. My first pick for Scott is without a doubt Allison, but I actually really enjoy the dynamic between Scott and Kira. She’s adorable. 

I also made her a fangirl in this because let’s be honest, Kira is totally one of us. 

Let’s get on to the Stydia shipping…

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joshhdunnhunn  asked:

"You're adorable, you know that?" ten(too) x rose. - AU or not, you decided. *blows kisses*

Rose Tyler had the end of a pencil in her mouth as she stuffed her hands inside of her bag to pull out all of her papers and supplies. She cast a quick glance around the library and noted that it was still fairly empty, as it had been when she had come in a half hour or so ago.

There were a few adults browsing books and a group of teenagers that she didn’t recognize in the corner working on some kind of science project, but other than that - empty.

She placed down the papers that she needed in front of her in a neat pile and glanced up at the computer screen, squinting her eyes to read the tiny font.

“You’re adorable, you know that?”

The pencil fell out of her mouth and down into her lap as she spun around quickly in her chair, eyes wide. “What?”

A boy was sitting at the desk behind hers, his legs slung over either side of the chair. A dark blue bag was laying by his side. His head was propped on his elbows and he was grinning at her brightly, amused. “I said, you’re adorable.”

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Jack Johnson Imagine

“Please don’t leave me here all alone, you know that you are the only thing I have in my life.” She pleaded to her best-friend who was moving in three weeks. This had been the topic of discussion since he told her about four weeks ago. To be exact he was moving a week after graduation, which just happened to be in two weeks, to pursue his music career with their other close friend. She couldn’t have him leaving though, after everything they have been through together she couldn’t say goodbye to him and not have him around all the time.

He walked up to her and grabbed her face in between his hands, “We’ve been over this time and time again, I will always come back to visit you and I can always fly you out. Me moving away will not change anything, I will still be your best-friend and you still be mine. I’m moving on to better my life and I know you will too. You’re going to get out of that house and away from all that bull-shit. But guess what?” She looked up in his blue-green eyes and encouraged him to go on, “We will always be in each others lives. No doubt about it.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, something that he has done countless times but now causes butterfly’s in her stomach. Ever since he told her that he was moving, her feelings for him became more prominent. She was so emotional because of it. She wrapped her arms around his torso and he rested his head on hers.

“Something I think I’ll miss the most is your hugs. You always give the best hugs Y/N.” He chuckled, pulled away and continued looking for things he wouldn’t wear in these next two weeks. “Here, since you love this pull over on me so much, I figured I would give it to you.” He tossed it to her and she smiled. They picked this one out together on a website called Tyler’s. They only have them in Texas but they shipped anywhere. It was a navy and white North Face. She smiled and pulled it over her head. It smelled exactly like him; Versace along with a hint of weed. It was a wonderful smell and always calmed her. She sat down on his bed and let out a huff.

“Jacky-poo I need to tell you something.” She was going to tell him because they did not keep secrets from each other. “Can you sit down please?” She gave him her pouty face and put his suitcase on the floor.

“What’s up lovely?” He smiled a cheeky smile at her urging her to go on.

“I…” She took a deep breath before continuing, “I like you a lot. More than just friends, I guess I always have but when you told me you were moving with Gilinsky, something over came me and the small gestures sent sparks through me and I’m only telling you this because we do not keep anything from each other. No secrets remember?” Something in the pit of her stomach told her this wasn’t going to end well. She couldn’t make eye contact and kept looking at her nails. The gel set of pink and white chevron was starting to come off and she desperately needed to go get them done again. Y/N looked up at him and when she did, the facial expression was not one she had seen in a long time. Heartbreak was written all over his face.

“I..” He ran his hands through his hair and sighed, “I can’t do this right now. Please leave.” He looked on the brink of tears. His words sliced her deep, deeper than being told that he didn’t return the feelings or saying he had feelings for somebody else, he just asked her to leave. Nothing happened except her getting off the bed and leaving his room. His mom was standing down the hall and from the look on her face, she heard everything and his mom approached her to hug her, “Do you want me to talk to him?” She asked and Y/N just shook her head no and went to leave. She didn’t want to be there anymore, she didn’t really want to be anywhere anymore. As she walked, her destination was home but she never made it there. She ended up in the woods where her and the guys, (Sammy, Skate, Gilinsky & Johnson) would come to talk about things they didn’t want anybody else to hear or do things other people would deem unlawful. She pulled up one of the lawn chairs they brought here the second time they had ever came to this spot. She sank down into the chair and screamed. She was loosing her best friend and her mind. She stood up in anger and took a rock that was sitting next to the chair, and chucked it at a tree, she took another and another until she heard people coming. She could recognize that collection of voices anywhere. She ran behind the tree just a couple feet away.

“I didn’t know what to fucking do guys. She poured her heart out to me and I just told her to leave. I fucked up and I can’t call her because she left her phone at my house and she didn’t go home. I already called there so I’m assuming she either came here or went to Alex’s.” He sighed as they all sat down in the chairs.
“Why didn’t you tell her you felt the same? You said you were going to tell her!” Sammy said.

“I don’t know man!” He stood up and kicked the chair. “I don’t want to do the long distance thing. I don’t want to have to put up the missing her and the feeling of sadness from not being able to see her, touch her, feel her fucking lips on mine or to feel her arms wrapped around me as she confides in me! It will all be for nothing if I’m in California and she is here. I’ll be living my dream, a dream,” He wiped his eyes and took a shaky breath, “A dream that I almost gave up on and if she hadn’t been there to push me to keep going to chase those dreams no matter what any fucking person said, I wouldn’t be going and to not have her by my side, to have her stuck in that hell hole of a family, would be pure torture for me and I wouldn’t be able to handle that.” Gilinsky came up and put a hand on his back.

“You really think that any of us want her to live there? You really think we want to leave her behind? We fucking have to for now, until we get some more money and a bigger place than we have lined up. We will get her away from them. No matter what it takes’. But you shouldn’t let all that bullshit keep you from having happiness because she will still support you and love you and care for you while you are in California man.” He threw some tough love in there, he had to in order for Johnson to listen.

Y/N needed to leave, this wasn’t a conversation for her ears and she felt like she was violating their privacy. She took a step back, her foot caught a rock and she fell straight back.
“Fuck.” She whispered hitting the ground. Everything was silent and she had hoped the boys didn’t hear her. But lost that hope as soon as she heard footsteps coming towards her. Y/N looked up and locked eyes with Skate, “What’s up Skate? Long time no see.” She let out an awkward laugh.

“Hey Johnson! I found her!” He laughed and grabbed your hand to help you up.

Skate and Y/N walked over to the group and all eyes were on her.

“Well I could lie and say I never heard that conversation and we can all be on our merry way.” She shrugged her shoulders and went to walk off when nobody answered her. “Well Gilinsky and Johnson, I hope you have a safe flight and wish you nothing but good vibes in your career.” She took a deep breath and turned to walk away, nobody stopped her, not even the person who mattered most. 


Title: Magnetism
Pairing: Io/Ryuu
Rating: G

“I’m a real chick magnet!” he exclaims, slamming his hand down on the desk. Io turns to look at him, faint surprise evident in his expression.

“You realise that this is an all boys school, right?”

(In which Ryuu and Io struggle to realise what’s important to them.)

{notes: i couldn’t sleep until i got this out of my head. anyway, thanks for 1000 followers! here’s some ioryuu. if you enjoy this, feel free to send me your headcanons, requests, prompts, whatever. i’m very busy with uni but i’ll try to get to everyone in time.}

[read on ao3]

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