then shot at the night came out

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You remembered snippets.

You could remember arriving to the party with Archie at your side and you remembered the first shot of that cheap spiced rum that Reggie had at the makeshift bar in his parent’s basement – but besides that all you had were snippets.

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Out of Ten - Sherlock x Reader

This idea came to me late, late at night.

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood


It had become a habit, somehow for you to rate things Sherlock said on a scale of 1-10 depending on how okay they were to say. Usually, he was stuck below six.

“Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.”

“Three.” You stated, not looking up from your phone.

Sherlock sent you an apologetic shrug.


“For the sake of law and order I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship.”

“Two!” You blurted, a little shocked yourself.


“You know, (Y/n), sometimes I do wonder how this funny little scale of yours works.”  Sherlock commented one day while he sat flipping through some papers.

“Oh?” You asked, focused more on John’s blog which you were scrolling through than the current conversation.

“Yes.” He threw the papers aside, his full attention now resting on you. “For example, some things get a look of shock from most people but you only give me a six.”

“Well, like what?”

“Well,” Sherlock stood up, “Say I said, ‘Oh this murder is impressive! Beautiful! Gorgeous!’ What would you rate that?”

You laughed, closing your laptop, “Five.”

Sherlock’s eyebrow twitched, a smirk appearing on his lips.

“You aren’t as boring as I first thought.” He said, giving you an expectant sideways look.

“Eight.”

“I’ve even started to enjoy having you around.” Sherlock, strode towards you, slowly.

“Nine…” You said, a little bit confused.

“You might even say,” He said, standing over you, “That I’ve become attached to you.”

You didn’t say anything, just stared up at this strange, strange man.

“I’m going to need a rating.” Sherlock said with a smirk.

“Ten.”

“Brilliant.”

He leaned down, taking your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was fast and confusing, but it was heat and fire and electricity. It felt right, strangely, like there was no where else that conversation could have gone.

Sherlock pulled away from you, staring at you with his head tilted, pondering.

“Twelve.” You stated and a grin burst onto Sherlock’s features.

“Oh good, that’s reassuring.”

“Oh I bet.” So you leaned up and kissed him again, your smile melting into his.


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Friends With No Benefits

Prompt: Kol is jealous of reader and Kai’s friendship.

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Word Count: 458

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Jyn Erso: exploding fireworks, shots with friends, beat up combat boots that are practically destroyed but never going to bring replaced, drinking under the stars, hot wiring a car on a dare, skinned dipping at night, winging at exam, drunken chats at 3 am with your best friend, texts in emoji, borrowed shirts, ripped jeans, cat-sly smirks, chortling at attempts at being sexy, scuffed converse, chipped nail polish, days old eyeliner, no sense of personal space, sharing seats, arms slung over shoulders, chin-tilted-eyes-glinting-staring-you-in-the-eye-defiance, spitfire words thrown at you to cut to the bone, bruised knuckles, rough kisses, whispered apologies to the night

Cassian Andor: leather jackets, stone-still water, cold eyes and face, grease and oil, dirty hands, one favorite coat, loyal forever once you’re proven, whiskey bottles, maps in the glove box, box of bad memories, rare half-smiles, rarer grins, hooded eyes in a smokey bar, piggy-back rides at 2 am, swimming in the ocean at night, smoking on the roof under the stars, campfires and constellations, pet names in another language, scruffy beard and bags under eyes, perfect A+ exam with minimal studying, unreadable eyes staring you down, ice-cold voice tearing open half-healed wounds, bloody lip, calloused hands over smooth skin, teeth on skin, apologizes without speaking

  • I think the best headcanon for wolfstar is that Sirius was drunk and angst and actually only came out to James because of that. Like it was really late at night in maybe fifth or sixth year and both James and Sirius have had like ... twelve to many shots of fire whisky. And at some point, between rousing choruses of Mind at Work from Hamilton and Seasons of Love from Rent, the boys start drunk talking. You know, when you start to talk about all your deepest secrets and suddenly it all comes spilling out. So James confesses his major insecurities to Sirius, not like Sirius didn't know but it's nice to know that James trusts him enough to tell him face to face, and Sirius pauses him in the middle of a quidditch self consciousness rant and just kind of blurts out; "I'm gay and I had a crush on you in third year."
  • And James's reaction, because he's drunk of his AAAAAAAAAAAASS, is to smile and lean in to Sirius. Sirius let's out a huuuuge sigh of relief, maybe he's not as drunk as we thought, and they fall asleep cuddled up to each other.
  • Cue my super insecure wolf baby walking in on the adorable scene. Now he had his suspicions about Sirius's sexuality but he figured that if Sirius was going to say anything he would do it in his own time. But seeing the two of them like that, sleeping with their faces super close together, very k-dramaesque, has his heart cracking for no apparent reason.
  • So he starts avoiding both of them.
  • He also, in his month or two of avoiding them begins to notice how coupley they act.
  • James is constantly pulling Sirius in for really drawn out hugs and glancing over at the other boy with a sort of soft worry in his eyes. Sirius is as playful as usual but there's something gentle in the way he looks at James. Something almost romantic.
  • What he doesn't see is the worry in James' eyes when he stares at Sirius' slowly thinning cheekbones. What he doesn't see is Sirius crying himself to sleep at night.
  • What he does see though, is Sirius sobbing in the dorm room one day during classes.
  • It's transfiguration in a mo' but Remus figured that was enough time to pop back to his room and grab his stuff. At first he's not sure he should talk to the boy but eventually he works up the courage to go over, because his and Sirius' friendship didn't mean nothing.
  • And Sirius sits their sobbing into his shoulder for the entire period.
  • They don't talk about it afterwards but Remus starts hanging out with everyone again. It's the gang all back together and Peter could not have been more relieved.
  • It's a couple weeks before they talk about it. It's a couple years, three months before graduation to be exact, that Sirius finally gives an honest response.
  • And their relationship takes work. It doesn't just magically start and they get whisked into a fairy tail. But it's a solid one and it lasts a long time.
  • And then Sirius gets sent to AzkabanZ
Marry Me, Negan - Chapter 7

Title: Marry Me, Negan

Synopsis: Being tired of constantly having to fight for your life, you decided to offer Negan a proposal. A marriage proposal.

Characters: Negan x You/OC

Warnings: Slight NSFW, swearing, eventual smut

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Chapter 7 - Gotcha

“You can fucking do this. Act normal. Be witty. Don’t stutter and most definitely…do not avoid him.”

You chanted the words over and over again as you stared yourself in front of the mirror. The aggressiveness that came out of nowhere last night had turned into a predicament— should you continue with your act or simply pretend that your seduction didn’t happen at all? You wanted to ignore Negan but you knew that doing so would only cause him to annoy you even more. Groaning, you grabbed your weapon holster from your night stand and secured it around your waist.

Vacation’s over. You were back to being Negan’s Savior.

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Why are you naked in my bed? (Alec x Female!Reader)

Warning: I know Alec is a gay character. But he is just that, a character. Keep that in mind. Please, also note that english is not my first language. I am sorry if there are any mistakes, please feel free to point them out to me I won’t be offended. All credit goes to the creators.


“Why are you naked in my bed?” Alec asks, brow raised.

“I came home late last night, you weren’t here so I made myself at home” Y/N explains, stretching her arms causing the sheets to get down her body, reveling more of her chest. “How was your mission, are you alright?” she’s adds with concern.

“I’m alright baby, move” he mentions for her to scoot over, taking place next to her on the bed. “I’m so tired.”

“Go to sleep, I’ll wake you up if you’re needed.”

She tenderly strokes his hair until his eyes close and his breath steadies. She hops off the bed, heading for the shower, not even bothering to close the bathroom’s door. Once ready, she grabs Alec’s shirt on her way out, putting it on before carefully closing the door behind her.

“Is Alec in there?” asks a girl whose name Y/N can’t recall.

“Yes, but he’s sleeping. Don’t wake him up.”

“I need to talk to him” the girl urges, her hand on the door knob.

“Do. Not. Wake. Him. Up. And if it’s a matter of life or death, go to Aldertree. Now get away from this door” Y/N speaks harshly.

The girl turns on her heels and heads off the other side. Y/N spots Jace leaning against the wall, a cocky smile splattered on his face “Fierce” he mouths, amused. Y/N rolls her eyes and turns around, heading back into the bedroom and crawling on the bed next to her sleepy bestfriend.

“Do they need me?” Alec’s eyes flutter open, but instead of getting up he scoots closer to her.

“No they don’t. Sleep baby.”

“I want a kiss” he pouts. “Not this kiss, the other one” he complains when she kisses his nose. “No, the other one” he repeats when she kisses his cheek. “I like this one, but I want the other one” he speaks again, when she kisses his neck.

“The love one?” Y/N asks.

“Yes, with the tongue.”

Y/N laughs quietly and puts her lips on his. He kisses her back, licking her lips demanding permission to deepen the kiss. She parts her lips, kissing him tenderly while caressing his face.

“Hum, this is my favorite one” he whispers. “You’re my girlfriend.”

“I’m your bestfriend” she points out, her nose against his.

“No, girlfriend” he insists.

“Alec.”

“You kiss me, you sleep naked in my bed. My girlfriend.”

Y/N sighs, locking her eyes with his. Alec had been her bestfriend since forever. She’s been crashing in his bed for years, she was his first kiss and the only girl he’s ever seen fully naked in real life. Feelings were settling in and it scared the shit out of her.

“I’m not leaving” Alec states. “I know you’re scared. But I am not leaving. You’re perfect to me.”

“Alec, I’m gonna mess this up” she whispers with fear. “You know I always do.”

“Do you love me?”

“I always loved you.”

“Are you in love with me?” he corrects himself.

“Since forever.”

“I’m not leaving. You are my girlfriend. We are gonna kiss, have sex in weird places, get married and have babies. We are forever.”

“How do you know we’ll be good at sex?” she sweetly mocks him.

“I just know. We’re good at everything when we’re together. But there’s just one way to find out.”

“You want to have sex? Like, right now?” Y/N raises a brow.

“Yes. I’m gonna take this shirt off, caress your breast, kiss your neck and lick your pussy.”

“Baby” Y/N whimpers.

“Open your legs for me baby. Let me show you how much I love you. Let me go home.”

With that she spreads her legs a little, allowing him to run his fingers down her folds, his lips on her neck, causing her to close her eyes under his spell. She lets him explore her body, his hands roaming her skin, her hands griping the sheets.


“We are good at sex” Y/N states, their body tangled and her head on his chest.

“And this was me losing my virginity. Wait until I get practice” Alec winks.

batmom scribble because super fun to write and the justice league trailer !! 

It was to be expected, it took all the women she had ever loved from her. Maybe that’s why she didn’t mind that her family consisted of males only now, men that go out every night, have her worried sick, not sure if it’ll be their last or if they’ll be spared another day, but nevertheless they were male and could not get thing she’s lost all her female relatives to; breast cancer.

And while it was to be expected it came suddenly, but she was not dumb, she was not going to burden her boys with these horrible news, besides they were busy with their own things, far more important things like crime, so she kept it to herself. She directly scheduled her doctors appointment herself, didn’t even give them the house number just so Alfred wouldn’t get a whip of her disease, she started wearing shawls and scarfs even though she still had hair. It was so that when she does lose all of it it wouldn’t seem that she was hiding her head out of the blue. She was smart like that.

She’s in the kitchen, early morning as she groans at Damian for being so slow, school is in thirty minutes after all. Dick appears in the room too, seeming to have spent a night in the manor, working on a case with the dark knight, as he yawns greeting the Waynes. Y/N passes him a cup of coffee before she turns to Damian again, glaring at him as he only eats slower noticing her do so.

“Is there a new fashion trend I’m not aware about? It makes you look so much older than you are, mom.” Dick says casually as she gapes at him, his what actually is an innocent comment making her insides turn.

“For your information I happen to like it.”

She hates it.

She swallows it down, hand coming up the scarf wrapped around her head, checking if no hair is peeking out as she gets back to scolding Robin about how he’s going to be late.

A few weeks pass and she’s pulling hair out of the drain, stuffing it down the trash deep down as tears brim in her eyes. She’s looking at herself in the mirror, skin like wet cloth hugging her bones as she sighs, wondering at how the bloody hell shes going to cover this up. For the next few days Bruce is busy, and she’s never been so relieved to be alone in bed, coughing blood and crying her eyes out.

She gets a wing, expensive one too, gluing eyelashes to her bare skin, tainting her cheeks the rosiest red that she can find for the charity ball she has to attend. Bruce is still busy and yet again she’s relieved, hell, she’d never want to be apart from her husband, but here she is, trying her best to smile at the rich folks. She gets in a good hour before she’s completely beat, she’s stumbling over to the bathroom, calling her assistant to help her leave quietly to the hospital.

She wakes up around 5 am, chest aching, tubes and IV’s attached to her, her assistant gone missing. And then she nearly fights the doctor to let her leave, she’ll have surgery the next day and before that she just needs to see her boys. And so when the sun finally rises, a beautiful Sunday morning she’s looking around.

She’s in the kitchen again, not only a scarf but one of Bruce’s old hoodies hiding her head as she prepares breakfast, Alfred out on his own person business. All of the others are here though — her boys. Jason, of course, is bickering with Tim, who’s not really giving him much of a response, Dick stands by Y/N as he informs Damian about one of his times as Robin, the son of Batman rolling his eyes at his brother. Y/N smiles, this is what she wanted to see, yes, there’s a chance the surgery will go good, but if not — this is what she wanted to see before she goes.

She’s spreading jelly on the peanut butter sandwich as her husband enters the kitchen, her smile only widening, it feels like ages since she’s seen him. But he doesn’t return it, he’s clutching a daily planet newspaper in his fist as he looks at his wife; her face is drawn on, to make her look happy and not dead, head hid behind layers of clothing, the skin that he can see, her wrists and hands, are skeleton like, only skin and bones to be exact. And he’s even shaking his head slowly, the boys looking at him confused before he slams the article on the table in front of them.

Y/N catches a glimpse of it and she’s gasping, her name is printed out in bright read, and so is her sickness. And she’s wincing, not only does the actual cancer is aching, but so is her heart — her assistant ratted her out to the press for the money. And now the entire fucking world knows.

“Take it off.” Bruce is in front of her now, Y/N looking at his blue eyes that aren’t blue at all anymore — there’s thunder and lightning, the storm brewing inside them making the woman uneasy.

“Surely this can’t be true, it’s just what papers do, like, click bait and stuff?” Tim says before she can even do anything and now her heart is cracking completely.

So she takes it off, minutes taking hours it seems as she pushes the hood off, unwrapping her scarf to reveal her bald head as she looks down in shame, the room filling with suffocating silence.

“How could you not tell us?” Jason immediately fires, fists balled up.

“I was going to! That’s why I invited you all for breakfast.. I wanted to see my family together one last time.” She murmurs, disappointed at herself, crystal beads filling her eyes as she’s trying her best not to sob.

“H-how long have you been hiding it?” Dick asks.

“A month or so, maybe a little longer.”

“My wife has cancer for over a month and I fail to notice—”

“No! I hid it well, it’s none of your fault, I pick up on your detective things you know, I know how to trick. I just didn’t want you to worry..”

“Worry? Y/N, you can’t go through these things alone, Jesus, I can’t believe I didn’t notice, please tell me you at least have good news, that it’s not all that bad, that you might actually make it—” He cuts himself with a sob and everyone’s eyes are on him as Bruce hugs Y/N, wrapping his so much bigger frame around her so tight as if she could disappear any second.

“I— I don’t know, they’re going to try and remove as many tumors as they can tomorrow, but there’s no promises, don’t get your hopes up.” She says, rubbing her husband’s back as the boys look back at her sadly.

“But you’re going to fight, aren’t you?” Damian says, Y/N squeezing out a smile to the youngest.

“You can count on it.”

Simple Gestures

Originally posted by jentumbies

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Words: 1168

Summary: Sam and Cas are not experts but they noticed the simple gestures Dean made for you. And these simple gestures meant more than it seem. (Dean x Reader; requested by anon) 

A/N: I’m sorry for any mistakes, my native language is not English.

Warning: none


Silence in the room, the sun slowly raising out the windows. You were in the motel bed, entangled in the sheet, sound asleep. Dean gave you his bed after you came back of the hunt last night, you were hurt and exhausted so he insisted that you take his bed and that he would sleep on the couch. You were still asleep when the boys woke up, ready to leave.

“We should wake her up, now.” Sam told his brother.

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‘’Ok, you’re next oldie.’’

A/N: I saw this prompt, and the idea came to me. It’s a little silly but I’m proud of the outcome!  Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: On a night out with your boys, you’ve suddenly become a wing woman for the oldies. The question is, could you hook Bucky up with the girl he’s been eyeing all night? 

Warnings: A little language, mentions of smut if you squint your eyes and alcohol consumption 

Word count: 3447 (Bitch , I’m back)

Originally posted by buckypupbarnes

This wasn’t your ideal situation but you couldn’t complain about the company you were with. Feeling the heavy weight of Sam’s arm slumping over your shoulders, you rolled your eyes at him as you walked with him and Bucky into the crowded bar.  Music was playing in the background, not your preference but you thought nothing off it as you followed your two boys up to the counter to order some drinks. You felt the weight of his arm leave your shoulders as you sighed in relief of finding three available barstools and sitting between your two male friends. 

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just friends

Requested by @queenofdesire05

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word count: 1,334

**warning: SMUT**

Being around one of my closest friends, Shawn, just wasn’t the same anymore. Everything he said made me smile. Every time he came closer to me, and especially when he hugged me, I could feel my heart fluttering out of my chest. To make all this worse, we went to the same college. We were normal best friends until we got drunk together one night about a month ago in Shawn’s dorm, somehow ended up naked, and I was sitting on Shawn’s lap. I find myself thinking about the night way more often than I should.



Shawn picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him. He stumbled to his bed and we both laughed, kissing sloppily with the taste of alcohol on both our breaths. I could feel his bulge pressing against me through his jeans. We fumbled with each other’s clothing. It came off one piece at a time then was thrown to the floor. It couldn’t come off soon enough. We were both antsy to have sex already. We were horny and drunk, and we just happened to be together at the time.

I sat on Shawn’s lap. My bare legs lay on top of his. He unclasped my bra and tossed it into the floor. His large hands cupped my boobs, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I shivered from the chill up my spine from the feeling; I didn’t even think about the fact it was my best friend pleasuring me like this. He kissed my neck until he came to the valley between my breasts, stopping there. It was too intimate for just a one night stand. One hand moved down to my clit and he massaged it in circular motions. My hand moved to his, already hard, dick.

I wrapped my hand around him, jerking my hand up and down slow enough to drive Shawn crazy. His hand grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from him. He grabbed onto my hips and laid me on my back. His fingers dug into my hips, most likely leaving marks. I put my legs on his broad shoulders, figuring this would only increase the pleasure. Shawn spread me apart with his thumbs and entered me causing my mouth drop open. I stretched out around him but he seemed to forget this was the first time we’d done this, not giving me any time to adjust to him.

He entered me sloppily from the very beginning, still very intoxicated like I was. Even while drunk he seemed to know exactly what to do, though. He thrusted into me, pumping in and out quickly, never really giving me a chance to feel his full length. I watched his face as he fucked me. His eyes went from barely open to clenched shut many times. His brows furrowed together. His soft, pink lips were parted slightly. His arms wrapped around my legs that were still over his shoulders. The muscles of his abdomen contracted and relaxed with every roll of his hips.

“Shawn, oh my god, Shawn.” I moaned out when I finally felt his full length. He smirked and took this as initiative to fuck me harder. His fingers dug into my thighs, trying to grip onto something, anything while he pumped into me. Moans fell out of Shawn’s mouth sporadically, most of them incoherent. I came closer to the edge with every thrust. I tried to hold it off as long as possible, realizing I didn’t want this moment to ever end.

When I finally came undone, I moaned out Shawn’s name over and over again. My high took over my whole entire body. Every touch of Shawn’s fingers now burned against my flesh.

For the rest of that night, I lie awake thinking about what we had actually done, how it would change our friendship, and how absolutely amazing it was. After a few hours of sleep that night, we woke up slightly hungover and extremely embarrassed, as we were both still naked.



I still lie awake some nights, thinking about it. I thought about how he hovered over me, how he kissed me, how he moaned out my name and I moaned out his. Now, things felt like they were ruined between us. I couldn’t be around him more than five minutes without my heart racing. I stumbled over my words in every conversation. Before, we could talk and talk for hours on end and it was easy. Now a short conversation made me nervous. I had never been nervous around Shawn before.

I sat across from him in his dorm room, the same place we had hooked up weeks before. His roommate was gone for the weekend and so was mine. It seemed like a good idea to hang out, wonderful even, before I remembered how nervous he now made me. A month ago, we were just friends and in this moment I felt myself wanting us to become more. I had felt that a lot lately.

Shawn fidgeted on his bed while he looked over his notes. Studying on a Saturday night for a Monday exam, typical. I sat there watching his every movement, wondering if he could tell I was so nervous. After all, he knew me better than almost anyone else.

“We’re best friends, right?” He asked, sounding unsure.

“Of course we are, why?”

“Then tell me what’s wrong. You’re acting different. What’s bothering you?” I felt my heart sink into the pit of my stomach. The moment I had been dreading and avoiding as long as I possibly could. I sighed and then made eye contact with Shawn. He looked genuinely concerned.

“I can’t help but think about that night we hooked up. I keep thinking it was a mistake. We were drunk and it was a mistake. It made us grow apart and that’s not what I wanted.” I confessed. Shawn looked taken aback, not that I wasn’t expecting it though.

“Maybe it was a mistake, maybe it wasn’t.” My eyes narrowed at his words, trying to figure out what he was getting at. “It wasn’t a mistake for me. I was drunk, but that’s not the reason why we hooked up.”

“What are you trying to say, Shawn?” I asked.

“I’m saying that we didn’t have sex because we were drunk, or at least that’s not how I saw it. We didn’t have to be drunk, I still wanted you either way. After all, drunk actions are sober thoughts.”

My heart was beating out of my chest and my mouth felt dry. I didn’t know how to react. I didn’t know how to talk, how to move, how to do anything. Did Shawn really feel the same way? Was he just wanting to hook up again? No, he doesn’t act that way, he doesn’t treat girls that way.

“Come on, Shawn. Stop messing with me,” I spoke, “tell me the truth.” I searched for any hint of him joking or playing around with me.

“I want you, I want you so badly. I need you. Why don’t you believe me?” I realized now he was serious. Shawn walked over to me where I sat in a desk chair. He took my small hands in his much larger ones. I stood up, following him to his bed. He sat down on the edge and pulled me onto his lap.

His forehead pressed against mine and our noses bumped together. His hands lingered over my waist as he leaned in to kiss me. Soft lips pressed against mine, kissing slowly. My bottom lip went between his lips. His teeth grazed against my lip then he slipped his tongue into my mouth. His hands roamed all over my body before coming to my hair. His fingers raked through my hair soothingly.

We both pulled away, out of breath. I caught my breath and began to speak when Shawn interrupted me, saying exactly what I was going to say.

“I love you.” He breathed against my lips.

“I love you too.” I told him.

Lena Luthor/you fic part 13

Originally posted by drmelsievers

Things got bad that night.  Around midnight, you came down from the pills left in your system and the shaking started.  You had laid next to Lena as long as you could, shaking and trying to keep your teeth from chattering, but then the nausea hit.  A substantial amount of pain accompanied your trip to the bathroom and your knees collided with the linoleum floor in front of the toilet.

Lena woke up as soon as you lurched out of bed and blinked the sleep out of her eyes.  The sound of you retching into the toilet shot her into alertness almost immediately and she stumbled into the bathroom just in time to see you gag so forcefully that you were hit with a coughing fit.

“Hey,” Lena murmured as she dropped down beside you.  “It’s okay.  You’re alright.”

“J-just go back to bed.”

“Shhh, no.  It’s alright,” Lena replied quietly.  Her hand ran up and down your back in light patterns and you struggled to catch your breath.  After nearly a minute, another wave of nausea hit you and you vomited again.  Lena could practically feel her heart breaking as you lurched under her touch.

“You have work, please just leave.  I can handle this.”

“Y/N, don’t push me away.  It’s alright.”

Lena stroked your back once more and then got to her feet.  You spat out the remaining bile into  the toilet bowl while Lena grabbed a paper cup full of water from the sink.  Grateful for the relief, you rinsed your mouth out while.  Lena, not wanting you to spend the rest of the night on the bathroom floor, grabbed the trashcan from under the sink and carried it over to your side of the bed.  

“Come here,” Lena spoke as she wrapped her arms around you and helped you into a standing position.  “There you go.”

“Lena, I can move out.  I don’t want you to deal with this.”

“Stop.  I want you here.  We’re going to get through this, and everything else that happened, together.”

You didn’t reply as Lena helped you towards her bed and back under the blankets.  Another series of tremors hit you and Lena quickly slid in next to you and pulled you against her.  She was warm and comforting and as much as your instincts told you to pull away, you let her hold you.  

“Y/N, I love you.  What you told me tonight doesn’t change anything about that.”

“I love you too.  I’m sorry.”

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You didn’t sleep much at all that night.  The constant stream of chills and guilt kept you awake until almost four, and Lena waking up for work roused you around 6:30.  While you managed to lay still long enough for her to leave, the second she did you ended up back on the bathroom floor.  

After heaving up the remnants of your stomach, you drug yourself up, brushed your teeth, and collapsed back in bed.  

God, did you regret telling Lena.  If you hadn’t, you would be fine right now.  Your healing bruises and broken bones wouldn’t be flaring up at the smallest movement and you wouldn’t feel like you had just contracted every virus available on a preschool floor.

After a few hours of restless sleep, you drug yourself out of bed again and out into the main area of the apartment.  Much to your surprise and dismay, Kara Danvers was sprawled across the couch in the living room.

“Didn’t realize I was getting a babysitter,” you grunted.  Your crutches clicked against the hardwood floor as you begrudgingly hopped over to the couch.

“Well, from the sounds of it, you need one.”

“Wow, okay.”

You spun back around, unwilling to listen to this.  You were on edge, irritated, and still felt like you had contracted a mild case of food poisoning.  The last thing you needed was a lecture from a superhero.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m getting dressed and I’m leaving.”

“Cool.  Where are we going?”

Your jaw locked in annoyance at the sound of Kara’s footsteps trailing you and you slammed the door to Lena’s bedroom.  Every so often, a series of chills ran its way through your body and you did your best to ignore them as you unstrapped your boot, threw on jeans and a long sleeved shirt, and then put it back on.  When you emerged from the bedroom, Kara was standing right in the doorway, arms crossed.

“So, where are we going?”

“Does it matter?”

“Well, kind of.  If I knew, I could just fly us there.”

“I don’t need your help, thanks,” you grunted as you made your way towards the front of the apartment.  

“Fine, we’ll walk.  It’s a nice day.”

“Glad you approve.”

“So, are you going to talk to me about any of this?”

“Nope.”

You quickened your pace in order to get ahead of the alien and spent a very awkward tense elevator ride scowling in Kara’s direction.  It was the first time out of the building in a while, and the sun nearly blinded you when you stepped out onto the street.  It only intensified your headache.

“Y/N, I think it was really big of you to tell Lena about what you were doing.  I just don’t understand why you would start-“

“Yeah, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Well, neither does Lena.  So the least you could do is try to help us to.”
“It isn’t any of you business why I do what I do.  And if you were really as super as you think you are, you’d be able to figure it out.  It’s not that hard.”

“Are you still in pain?”

You scoffed, ignoring the burning strain in your arms from moving so fast, and glanced over in Kara’s direction.  

“Why wouldn’t you just take your prescription like normal, then?”

“Kara, how long have you ever been in pain for?  Like, five minutes when a super villain gets the upper hand?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“I’ve been roughed up before,” you continued as the two of you came to stop at a crosswalk.  “But, not like that.  And, if I let it bother me as much…as much as it should, it’s going to affect Lena.  I’ve seen addicts and I’ve seen how well it can be hidden.”

“You can’t hide something forever, though.”

“I didn’t need ‘forever’, I needed Lena to stop looking at me like I was about to break.”

“Don’t you think this will worry her more?”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t a mistake!” you snapped defensively.  The light changed and the two of you stepped out onto the street.  Kara’s gaze softened when she realized how genuinely upset you seemed with yourself.

“You can fix it, though.  Just make sure that Lena sees you’re trying to keep it together.”

“That’s all she sees anymore.  Things aren’t…they aren’t working like they did before everything came out.  I know Lena cares and she loves me, but it’s like she’s afraid to now.”

“What do you mean?”

“She’s just…so careful.  Like she’s walking on eggshells around me.  I don’t know how to make things more, uh, comfortable.”

“Do you tell her any of this?”

“No, it’ll just make her feel bad.  Lena blames everything on herself.”

“I’ve noticed,” Kara sighed.  Her forehead crinkled when you stopped hobbling in front of a bar.  “This seems like a bad idea.”

“So, you are my babysitter…”

“Fine,” the blonde relented and opened the door for you. It was a tad more ritzy than your normal venue, but it was the first one you had seen and you’d be lying if you tried to say the short journey hadn’t left you winded.  

The bar was entirely empty, and you chose the stool at the farthest end of the bar.  Due to the lack of patrons, you were served a rum and Coke within a minute.  You downed half of the beverage quickly; having become rather parched from the walk over.  

“Still no luck finding Lillian?” you asked after setting the drink down onto the paper coaster.  Kara sighed.

“Not yet.”

“What happens to her when you do?”

You took another drink after seeing the older woman’s face flash through your mind.  The image made your stomach twist.

“She goes somewhere more secure than a state prison, that’s for sure.”

“Wouldn’t it just be safer at this point to take her out?”

“You mean kill her?” Kara frowned.

“Yep.”

“We can’t just kill someone because they’ve done horrible things—“

“I get why you can’t do that with your, uh, justice bullshit.  But, I could.”

“Y/N, you don’t mean that.”

“Trust me, I do.”

Your grip tightened on your glass and you glanced sideways at your companion.

“I know what it feels like…to want that.  I had people to stop me when I couldn’t stop myself,” Kara admitted.

“I don’t care about doing ‘what’s right’ or whatever the hell Superman would do, Kara.  I care about keeping Lena safe and Lillian isn’t going to stop until she destroys her.”

“Y/N, the DEO has cells that contain aliens three times—“ Kara clasped a hand over her mouth upon realizing that, once again, she had said to much.  You turned towards her with your eyebrows raised.

“The DEO?”

“Shhh!” Kara gripped your arm and glanced unnecessarily around the bar.  “It’s the Department of Extranormal Operations.”

“So…alien stuff?”

“Yes, and since Lillian Luthor ran an organization targeting extraterrestrials, we can justify taking over her containment.”

“Why the hell didn’t you do that in the first place?”

Your voice had risen in volume, earning you a judgmental look from the bartender, and instead of apologizing you drained the rest of your drink and tapped your glass on the wooden surface in front of you.  The man’s gaze hardened, but he moved to refill your drink anyway.

“Federal prison facilities are generally secure.  There was no way we could have seen any of this coming.”

“Hmm,” you grunted and watched your beverage being made.  If this ‘DEO’ had just taken the lead in the first place, you and Lena might be fine right now.  You wouldn’t have been beaten to within an inch of your life and Lillian wouldn’t still pose a looming threat.  It didn’t seem fair.

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We have eyes on the target, ma’am.  She’s accompanied by Kara Danvers approximately four blocks from your daughter’s apartment.  Do we have permission to move in.

“No,” Lillian barked the reply into the phone quickly and spun around in her chair.  Her cold gaze scanned the rows of pictures documenting the movements of both Lena and any visitors to her apartment.  It caused her a great deal of personal pain to keep from sending every force available in order to end the disgusting coalition between Lena and the scum she surrounded herself with.

“Keep your eyes on them.  Note the target’s physical condition; we can’t operate under any complications.”

Yes ma’am.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          ————————————————————————————————

“Oh God,” Kara’s eyes widened as she looked down at her watch.  “Lena’s going to be home any second.  We need to get going.”

“Already?” you slurred in surprise.  You had lost track of how many times your glass had been refilled, but it had been enough to quell the anxiety in your chest and the way your good leg had been shaking up and down since you had thought about Lillian.  “If you say so.  Hey!”

Your call got the attention of the bartender and you tossed your wallet on the bar.  Your hands fumbled through your cash and you eventually settled on leaving a crisp $100.  

“Keep the change, pal,” you nodded and slapped the bill down.  Kara watched, uncertain as to how well you’d be able to balance, as you put your crutches under your arms and balanced.

“Thank you,” Kara said politely.  “Have a nice night.”

The two of you exited the establishment without too much trouble, but once you got out onto the street, Kara pulled you into a side alley beside the bar.  

“What the hell are you doin’—“

“I’m not watching you break your other leg trying to hop home.  Come here,” Kara ordered and then opened her arms expectantly.

“What?”

“Perks of being friends with an alien; free rides.  Hurry up now; before someone sees.”

“We aren’t friends,” you scoffed, a little uncomfortable and embarrassed at the term, but allowed Kara to lift you up anyways.  With your crutches in one hand and your other one gripping onto her somewhat nervously, you braced yourself for liftoff.

“Call it what you want, but I’m saying that we’re friends,” Kara shrugged and leapt upwards at an alarming speed.  The two of you ascended upwards and you felt your stomach lurch as though you were on a rollercoaster.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out.  Kara couldn’t help but grin a little bit at the expression on your face and reminded herself to take it ‘slow’ on the way back to Lena’s.  

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“Lena!”

The panicking Luthor heiress whirled around at the sound of your voice, only to see you stumble in from her balcony with windblown hair and Kara supporting you from the side.  

“We got drinks,” you explained as nonchalantly as you could.  You had definitely drank more than you should have, but in a way you were grateful that you went out.  Sitting and talking with Kara for a few hours had brought your focus back to taking care of what was in front of you at this point, and that was Lena.

“Have a good night,” Kara waved and disappeared back off of the balcony in a split-second.  You swayed a bit getting back onto your crutches, but stayed upright enough to crutch over to Lena.

“Have you been drinking?”

“A little.  Are you mad?”

“I’m not mad, I just…” Lena crossed her arms and did her best to gauge your mood.  “Are you just drinking to replace the pills?”
“Lena, I don’t have a problem with alcohol,” you groaned.  You should have known that this would be a thing.  Spending a day outside the apartment had helped you clear your head and you had nearly forgotten about the previous night.  “Can we seriously just have a normal night?  Hmm?  Doesn’t that sound good?  Just not talking about…about all of this shit?”

You let your crutches fall to the floor and draped your arms around Lena’s neck.  Her hands came to rest on your hips and you smiled up at her when your eyes met.

“Okay,” she agreed.  

Threw in a little bit of fluff at the end!  But don’t worry, lots of problems coming soon!

Laundry Day

Author: Mikala

Characters: Pietro Maximoff x Reader, (also, Sam WIlson makes a brief appearance, so there’s that)

Words: 2,650

Warnings: Smut between Pietro and the reader. Unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, my dudes). Swearing. 

Author’s Note: I came up with this idea, and @bovaria picked the character. And then I found this picture, so it must have been meant to be. JUST LOOK AT HIM UGH. Anyway, enjoy!

Your night started out with laundry and a string of heavily-accented foreign words being yelled loudly from down the hallway, and even to your untrained ears, they sounded like expletives. You were taking your dirty clothes down to the laundry room in the tower, and before you hit the door, you could already tell that it was Pietro who was shouting. With one hand holding your laundry basket against your hip, you pushed through the door slowly, assessing the situation. Pietro stood in front of one of the various washing machines, a scowl set across his face.

“Hey, Piet. What’s going on?” You asked, cautiously walking closer to him. You set your basket on the floor in front of an empty washing machine next to him, then turned to look at the one he was facing.

“Stark and his damn technology,” Pietro muttered to you, his accent thicker than normal. You’d come to learn that that happened when he was angry. “I cannot get it to work,” he snapped, glaring daggers at the “error” message that blinked on the screen above the appliance. Tony had taken it upon himself to upgrade nearly every electronic and household appliance in the tower, and while some of you were adapting quickly, others were having a great deal of trouble. Pietro seemed to be one of the latter. He was constantly getting into arguments with inanimate objects (some of which could talk back to him—oh, the wonders of artificial intelligence) and he’d already broken several things, much to Tony’s dismay.

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Prompt (kinda): Okay I know we will probably never know about Silver’s exact backstory, but can please someone write a fic, of Silver having been in Bedlam? And Flint finding out and thinking of Thomas and kinda freaking out… and Silver is like “That is the reason why I didn’t want to tell you!” 

For @arzani92  


Flint sighed before taking another healthy gulp from his bottle filled with rum. He had started the night drinking from a cup, but as Thomas and Silver joined him they quickly forwent those in favor of drinking straight from the source. His body felt warm and fuzzy, and his cheeks were flushed a hot pink as his buzz set in. Looking to the men on either side of him, Flint came to the realization that if red coats suddenly burst through the door of their small home and shot him dead, he’d die a happy man. Laughter bubbled out of him like a fresh spring at something Thomas said—or, more specifically, how he said it—and Flint wondered at how lucky a man he was. Years ago, after discovering—mostly in part and thanks to Silver—that Thomas was alive and hidden away in Savannah, the red headed pirate thought he was the luckiest man alive. That God himself had deemed him worthy and had blessed him with a second chance at happiness. Then, just a few years after their reunion, when Silver had reappeared on their shores with stories of the sea and its adventures, and, most importantly, with love and hope in his eyes, Flint had thought he must’ve died. For there was no way a scoundrel such as himself could be so fortunate as to have both his loves in his life. Thomas, his truest love, and Silver, his fiercest.

Drawing a hand down Silver’s bicep and firmly squeezing the muscle there, Flint figured it was only fair that he could only keep one of them for any long period of time. After freeing Thomas from the camp his father had stashed him in, Flint had been spoiled with the man’s constant presence—something he wouldn’t take for granted any time soon. Silver, however, drifted in and out of their home like the tide. He did have other obligations, after all, and had to split his time between their home in Savannah and Nassau, where he and Madi had planted roots of their own and settled down. Then there were the men, too, who even to this day vied for his attention, for his praise. They’d never be appeased with Long John Silver’s retirement. And, as Flint suspected, neither would Silver. But Silver was here with him, now, and Flint thought he’d never stop feeling grateful.

The retired Walrus captain watched contentedly through heavy, half lidded eyes as Silver and Thomas animatedly debated their opinions on a book they had both read. It was a cheap, popular little thing that Silver had found on one of his prizes, and his first gift to Thomas as a partner. Flint assumed it was meant as a joke, not to be taken seriously, as it was a superfluous, easy read that would be forgotten in a decade or so. Thomas had cherished it, though, and read it immediately. And finally, after a full year of long winded promises and halfhearted evasion, Silver had finished the book himself and had stepped foot on the Savannah beach with a thing or two to say about it. Flint, in his fuzzy state, wasn’t much for conversation, but merely enjoyed basking in the presence of both his loves and listening to their voices. Keeping his grip on Silver’s arm, Flint leaned over and rested his head on Thomas’s shoulder, fully intending on taking a nap.

He was just on the precipice of sleep when suddenly, without warning, Thomas slammed his hand on the wooden table in front of them, jerking Flint into wakefulness. “Aha!” Thomas cheered, his eyes bright and almost gleeful. “I figured it out!”

Quirking a dark brow, Silver carefully asked, “Figured what out?”

“Where I recognize you from!” Thomas’s body hummed with excitement. “We’ve met before—in Bethlem.”

Head snapping towards Silver, Flint found his head suddenly clear and his eyesight focused as he growled, “What?”

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Last Night

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Who knew going to one of Tony’s parties could have a better outcome the following day.

Word Count: 2,443

Warnings: Explicit smut, NSFW, praise kink, slight metal arm kink

A/N: Holy crap guys, this came out better than I expected. This is my first time writing something this explicit to feedback would be great!!

(GIFs are not mine, credit to owners)

Originally posted by sebmarshmallowstan

Originally posted by jamiebarnes


“It was that good? I always had a feeling he was a boob guy, but wow.” Nat asked needing to know the details.

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John Healy, The Grass Arena - Cover Image


As I’m taking over the Millennium Images Instagram account this week, I thought I’d use the chance to show five or six of the novel covers the agency has secured for my images.


First up is John Healy’s brutal, tragic and at times comic autobiography about living rough on the streets of London. It tells the tale of Healy’s descent from a promising amateur boxer into alcoholism, crime and homelessness in what he calls “The Grass Arena’ - the streets and parks of the capital. An amazing read - the writing is simple and direct, with even a touch of humour in the darkest moments.


The shot used on the cover is part of a long night series I did in South West London. The original book came out in 1991 but this cover is a reprint in the Penguin Modern Classics series from 2008. A film of the novel starring Mark Rylance was released in 1992.

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Watch Me

Title: Watch Me

Parings: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,530

Warnings: PURE SMUT! Like absolutely nothing but teasing Dean smut

A/N: This came to me late one night after watching too many con videos. The end makes me laugh out loud every time, not gonna lie. Yeah I think that about covers it! As always feedback is appreciated and my ask box is always open. Tags at the bottom. Stay awesome everyone <3


 Thank fucking god, you thought to yourself as you heard the boys walking past your Bunker room door to their rooms. You’d been waiting what felt like ages for them to finally go to bed. Your room was a little too close to the library for comfort and you were always super paranoid when you had your “alone” time.

You went to your dresser and reached to the back of your underwear drawer grabbing your favorite new toy. A vibrator dildo combination that you absolutely loved. You popped in the batteries as you turned back to your bed, slid your panties to the floor and stepped out of them getting into bed. As you sat down you lifted your shirt and threw it to the ground.

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Kakyoin One-shot

For the lovely @giratinazero / @rero-rero-here-we-go


♡ Cherry Sweet Love And Good Mornings

You woke up to the sound of bed sheets rustling beside you. You opened your eyes slowly, grateful of the fact that you slept early last night. You were in a good mood and you were going to stay in that mood for the rest of the day. It was an instinct type thing. You looked over to where the rustling sounds came from, only to be faced with the narrow but nicely shaped back of your boyfriend, Kakyoin. He yawned, reaching his hands out sideways and let out a subtle sigh. You could tell he had woken up in a good mood like you. Every morning you’d be able to tell how well Kakyoin had slept by watching him get up. If he woke up drowsy with not enough sleep which he should have gotten, he’d place his hands in his face and let out a big sigh, indicating how tired he was and how he wished he didn’t wake up. When he wakes up in a good mood, he’d yawn, stretch a little, and then let out a small, content sigh.

You reached out for his back and poked him, which made him turn around. His eyes were still half-shut but he had a small smile on his face as he reached out to gently touch your hair. Kakyoin opened his mouth to speak, rubbing his eyes a little as he did.

“Your hair is messy…” You were expecting something sweet, a ‘good morning’ or anything like that. You had thought wrong. Instead, he had complimented your hair. You looked at his red hair which was all over the place, except for the little strand that always stuck out and you thought the same.

“Says you.” You reached out to touch the small swirly strand of hair and it bounced up and down. His hair was messy but boy, did he look amazing. You couldn’t help but to think about how lucky you were to have met a man so beautiful and caring. Kakyoin reached up to touch his own hair, patting down on it. A small smirk then formed on his face.

“I probably look better than you.” You couldn’t deny, he was looking amazing. His smirk slowly faded into a dorky smile. Waking up to that dorky smile was a thing you loved about living with your adorable boyfriend. It surely was a nice sight to start your day off. You couldn’t help but to smile. You felt the bed rise up a little and saw Kakyoin get up and make his way slowly to the bathroom near your bedroom. You still didn’t get a good morning from him, you thought as you pushed yourself up and went into the bathroom after him.

You walked into the bathroom and saw Kakyoin washing his face with some hot water. Wiping his face with a towel, he glanced over to you and another small smirk formed on his mouth again.

“You were snoring last night, by the way.” You knew he was going to say something cunning because of the smirk. You were right. You shot him a glare as he continued wiping his face, and you could here some laughter. You knew yourself that you weren’t snoring, in fact, you weren’t the type to snore at night.

“No I wasn’t.” You said, with your arms crossed as you waited for him to step aside so you could wash your face too. Kakyoin moved slightly towards you and looked into the mirror as he started to fiddle with his hair.

“You were.” He said, as he picked up a comb from the bathroom counter. It didn’t take him long to finish setting his hair up. You two didn’t have any plans for today, anyways. Letting warm water flow from the sink, you cupped your hands and let the water pool inside and gently pulled it towards your face.

“Stop lying.” You said, as you reached for your towel. When you looked up from the towel, you saw that he still had that ridiculous smirk on. Realising that you had seen through his face and recognised the lie, he laughed and held his arms wide open, waiting for you to fall into them for a morning hug. You gave him a glare for a few seconds, but you eventually gave up, wanting to get a hug from your boyfriend. As soon as you two made contact, you nuzzled into his warm chest and he wrapped his arms around your back.

“You’re forgetting something, you know.” You mumbled, while you still had your head buried into his chest. You felt a small grumble from his chest and heard his adorable laugh. He pulled you in tighter, with a strong grip. He placed a light kiss onto your head which was the only thing that was in his vision. With a small but loving smile, he said the words you longed to hear.

“Good morning, my cherry.”


Wow that’s my first one-shot for JJBA and I have to say I’m kinda happy with it!

I hope you like it ♡