this is why we need a flush button for the universe

03. Watch Me, Watch You (pt. 3)

Jimin x Reader, College AU, TA!Jimin, Camboy!JImin
Genre: Smut, this is it ya’ll the big finale! 

a couple tags: @btssmutgalore, @missbaptan, @kinkchim, @tayegi, @seaseok, @dailydoseofdia, @war-of-hormoan, @lostinbangtan@1honeypot<3333

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“Good Evening everybody, Professor Kim couldn’t make it to lecture so I’ll be giving the lecture instead.” You heard a very distinct voice say, your head snapped back and up towards the source. You could not believe your eyes as they feasted upon the sight that was Mr. Park Jimin, the very man that had been haunting your sleep since the first time you laid eyes on him. He stood at the front of the lecture hall wearing a deep blue button up, with his sleeve rolled up to his elbows, broadcasting his incredible forearms, while his muscular thighs were practically bulging through the black slacks he wore. Upon the bridge of his nose sat a fashionable pair of glasses that hid his mischievous eyes. 

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Long Distance (Chapter Four)

I cant wait to hear what you guys think of my au Bucky in this one! Hes sort of my favorite!

Thanks to everyone for rallying and getting all those notes on the last chapter, love to know you guys are reading and enjoying this! Love my readers!

I tried to add everyone who asked to the tag list, let me know if you want to be added!!!


Enjoy :)

“Tony.” Pepper ran a comforting hand over his shoulder. “Tony, are you alright?”

“Just leave me alone.” Tony was alternating between scribbling nonsense into a notebook and staring out the window at nothing. “Nothings wrong, just leave me alone.”

“Did something happen with Steve?” She asked softly. “I know you’re not answering his texts anymore.” Tony flinched away from her and she sighed. “Oh Tony. I’m sorry. What happened?”

“He has a boyfriend.” Tony said bitterly. “A boyfriend. We were all ‘oh I missed hearing from you all day!’ And ‘sure wish we lived closer!’ And I asked him to meet up and–” the pencil in his hand snapped in half. “And he’s got a boyfriend.”

“Tony…” Pepper floundered for a second, trying to find the right words. “Maybe you misunderstood him? Surely he wouldnt be talking to you all this time and then–”

“I asked him to meet up for Valentine’s Day, and he said that Bucky couldn’t wait to meet me and that they had both wanted to see me for weeks.” Tony shrugged. “I didn’t sign up to hang out with a couple. I didnt want to be a third wheel. I know it sounds stupid but I thought Steve and I– I thought we were–” then he shook his head. “It’s stupid. Just texting. It’s not like we even talked on the phone or anything. I have no reason to be upset. Stupid.”

“But you’re sad, so it isn’t stupid.” Pepper ran gentle fingers through his hair. “You’re more upset about this than you were about Shawna.”

“Yeah, I guess I hoped men didn’t play games like women do.” Tony snorted.

“Hey.” Pepper tugged at his hair. “Every gender has their stupid moments, Tony. You just seem to attract them more than others.”

“Thanks for that.” Tony frowned at her, but leaned his head against her stomach anyway. “Will you stay and have dinner with me?”

“Of course.” She hugged him a little tighter. “Tony, of course.”

“He still isn’t talking to you?” Bucky put his bag down and crossed the living room, wrapping his arms around Steve’s shoulders.

“Nope.” Steve was staring dejectedly at his phone, slouched in the recliner. “I mean he texted me a few days ago, you know, telling me to lose his number but–”

“I’m sorry babe.” Bucky pressed a kiss to his temple. “We should have told him earlier. About us, I mean. You can’t blame him for being upset. Learning someone you like is in a relationship is tough on anyone. And when you first started talking, he had just been dumped, that’s why he had been having such a bad day remember? Hearing about you and I was probably just….” Bucky’s voice trailed off. “I mean, he would have been upset anyway, but more so considering how his last relationship ended.”

“I guess I assumed he would realize that you and I were together. Two guys eating dinner together, working out together… Sure I never came right out and said, but I didn’t think I had to. And it definitely didn’t occur to me that he would be upset that he’d stop talking to me.”

“You miss him.” Bucky said softly, and took the phone from Steve’s hand, moving so he could kneel between Steve’s legs. “Don’t you?”

“It’s so stupid.” Steve tugged his fingers through his hair in frustration. “It’s just texting, right? He has every right to be upset at me and I don’t really have a reason to miss him. Stupid.”

“It’s not.” Bucky ran his hands up and down Steve’s thighs comfortingly. “It’s not. I mean, I’m practically in love with the guy and I’ve only been reading over your shoulder. And if I miss hearing from him, I know it’s worse for you.”

Steve didn’t say anything, just leaned down until their foreheads touched and breathed a heavy sigh.

“Do you want me to try and call him?” Bucky offered then. “It’s been over a week, maybe he’s cooled down and would be willing to listen.”

“I don’t think—”

“Stevie.” Bucky brushed their lips together. “Honey, I want to talk to him too. I want to meet him too, remember? Just let me try.”

Without waiting for a reply, Bucky copied Tony’s number from Steve’s phone and hit ‘call’.

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Better For Me (Part Three)

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, Steve x Natasha (Reader sometimes calls her Natalia), Sam Wilson, let’s just say everyone in the fuckin compound lmao

Warnings: Swearing, cocky!Bucky, sexual tension, eventual smut, it’s a slow buuuurn

Summary: You meet one of New York’s richest Bachelor’s. He’s hot, he’s rich, and he’s an absolute fucking asshole. Luckily for you, you’re an asshole too and you could take a challenge any day. Within the first 24 hours of knowing each other, you’ve already pushed each other over breaking point. But when something comes up, you’re both forced to try and get along. Can it be possible?

Word Count: 2231

Chapter Summary: Y/N sees a softer side of a man whom she despises. Bucky tries to find validation in Y/N and when things seem to be going great, something gets in the way.

A/N: WHAT THE HECKERS THERE IS 450+ OF YOU WHY????? I LOVE YOU GUYS THANK YOU SO MUCH! Oh and the lucky numbers thing is my lil thing, eight is my lucky number :)


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Royals (Chlonath Week Day 1: Bickering/Flirting)

(Some context: this takes place in the same universe as my Sweater Weather piece where a new supervillian cadre emerges after Hawkmoth’s defeat in three major world cities. Alya and Adrien stayed in Paris, Nino and Marinette moved to New York, and Nathanael and Chloe moved to Tokyo.)

When Nathanael was sketching out his post-secondary education plans, he had a number of ideas as to where his life would take him. But for all his life could have been, he never thought that it would involve:

1) Becoming Hawkmoth, or at least a newly rehabilitated version of Hawkmoth.

2) Moving to Japan.

3) Shacking up with Chloe Bourgeois as they did battle with a monster that could literally bring someone’s nightmares to life.

But life, apparently, didn’t give a shit about what Nathanael Kurtzberg wanted, which is why he was sitting in a park halfway across the world while a crowd of screaming people rushed past him. 

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Honeymoon (M)

 I’m really shit at naming things, opps! ^^

Request-Hey sweet pea! I would like to request a namjoon smut about your (wedding?) honeymoon with him! Please and thank you! Love youuuuu! 

Here’s the first of many Namjoon smuts to come hahaha. 


This scenario contains and sexual and mature themes. You have been warned! 

Originally posted by rapnamjoon

When arranging your wedding you were so caught up in organising everything and everyone, that you had completely forgotten about the honeymoon until the after party of your wedding. You had spent months upon months making it yours and Namjoon’s dream wedding and you forgot the honeymoon. You look over at your Husband saying goodbye to guests. He looked so handsome, wearing black slacks, a dress shirt with rolled up selves, his hair parted and a few of the buttons on the dress shirt were undone. He was amazing, and you got to wake up to him every morning. 

“Baby, whats wrong? Your face looks stressed.” Namjoon comments pulling you into a back hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. 

“I forgot to organise a honeymoon, I’m sorry baby. I know you booked the next few weeks off work for it.” You tell him sadly, playing with his fingers. He chuckles into your ear. “What are you laughing about this isn’t funny!” You elbow him in the stomach, pushing him away from you. You glare at his smirking face. 

“I planned the honeymoon, baby. I knew you were stressed with work and planning everything and making sure your parents and mine were comfortable staying in hotels. So i arranged, with the help of Yoongi.” 

“You did that for me?” You can’t help the huge smile on your lips. You jump forward hugging him, tightly. 

“Of course I did it for you. Who else would I do it for? You’re my wife.” You smile against his chest, you loved being called his wife. 

“Where are we going?” You pull away from his enough to look at his dimples. 

“(insert country you would like to go for your honeymoon)” He smiles down at you, making you hug him tighter. 

To your surprise Namjoon had packed your bags, all you had to do was change into something more comfortable for the flight. You slept for most of it, holding Namjoon’s hand. He woke you when the flight was over, there was a car waiting to take you to a villa. Namjoon said he wanted it to be more private for you both, meaning he was going to make you scream a lot this holiday. 

It was a cute wee villa, right beside the sea, it had an gorgeous view of the whole town. Namjoon carried the bags into the bedroom. Which had a huge bed, with big fluffy white sheets. It was surreal. Namjoon set the bags down, he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and throwing you on the bed with him. You both fell deep into the plush sheets, it was blissful. 

“Do you like it, baby?” He asked, running his hand throw your hair. 

“I love it, thank you so much.” 

“You don’t need to thank me for this, it was-” You stop him talking, by pressing your lips to his. 

“I’m not thanking you fro this, well I am, but I’m thanking you for everything, for being with me. And for making me the happiest women on the planet.” You bury your face in his neck to hid your flushed cheeks. Namjoon hugs you tightly chuckling. 

“Baby, you’ve made me the happiest man in the universe.” 

“Always gotta one up me.” You huff. 

“Of course.” Namjoon reconnects his lips with yours, you both start to move your lips against each other. It slow, loving and sensual. You loved how much love you could feel vibrating off him. He rolls so hes hovering over you, he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip, you instantly part your lips allowing him to dominate your mouth. 

You moan, as he starts to roll his hips into yours. You run your hands through his hair, playing his the strands between your fingers, giving it a bit of a tug. His hands travel to the hem of your t-shirt hoisting it up, you lift your back off the bed to help him take your top off, throwing it behind him. He cups your breasts through your bra, leaning down to mark your chest with blue and purple marks. 

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He comments, leaning back to take his shirt off, giving you a chance to run your hands up his toned torso. Your hands lead down to his belt buckle, you unbuckle it and open his trousers pushing them down his legs along with his boxers. “Someones eager.” He smirks at you, before he gets off the bed to kick off his trousers, you unclasp your bra, throwing it on the floor. 

“It’s not really my fault though. My husbands just so sexy.” You retort, he climbs back on the bed, pulling your trousers and panties down. The cold air hinting your wetness, you shiver. 

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” Namjoon moves between your legs, leaning down to kiss your thighs. He slowly inches closer and closer. 

“Joonie, please.” You cry, wanting him to relieve your arousal. He does, kissing your mound, he starts to kitten lick your pussy. “That feels so good, please I need more.” You gasp out, he pumps one ginger into your throbbing core, still licking and sucking on your clit, he adds a second finger. Hes pumping you faster and faster, making your a moaning mess calling out his name, as you start to reach your orgasm. Your happy little orgasm is short lived when Namjoon stops. 

“Why you gotta be like this?” You pant out, frustrated with him denying your orgasm, like he has many times before. He smirks at your, pulling your legs wider for him to place his hips against yours, his arms on either side of your head. Hes looking into your eyes, leaning down to kiss your nose. 

“I want us to cum together for the first time as a married couple.” 

“That’s so sweet, Joonie.” You pinch his cheek. He slowly pushes into your dripping core. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” Namjoon gives you a moment to adjust, before he starts to slowly pump in and out of your pussy. He grabs your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours, holding them above your head. Namjoon rolls his hips into yours hard and slow. 

“Namjoon, just there. Fuck!” You moan out, as he continues to hint your g-spot again and again. You wrap your legs around his waist, as he continues to roll his hips into yours. 

“God, I love having your wrapped around me, baby.” Namjoon leans down to capture his lips with yours, you can feel your high approaches, you bite down on his lip. 

“I’m g-gonna cum.” 

“Cum for me baby.” Namjoon says picking up his pace to ride out your high. 

“Fuck.” You curse as your orgasm rakes through your body, you clasp onto Namjoon hands tighter, digging your nails into his skin. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, uh I’m gonna cum.” Namjoon pants into your ear. He rides out both of your highs, before clapsing on top of you. Hes breathing is heavy, your run your hands through his hair to comfort him. 

“I love you.” You whisper against is head, giving him a small kiss. You can feel him smiling against your chest, he holds you closer to him. 

“I love you too, baby.” 

I hope y’all liked it, feed back is really appreciated! 

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Burned Pt. 3 [M]

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff (finally)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Triggers: drinking, sex, language 

Word Count: 6.2k

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A/N: The story I posted this morning was not something I was proud of. I rushed the ending and didn’t take the time to flush it out in ways that I wanted to so I removed the post. I finally have a finished product that I’m really happy with. I hope you enjoy this final installment of Burned and I hope you stick around. I have plenty more stories to tell. <3 

You barely remember him being there. He had slipped into your apartment, using the spare key you hide in the pot on the back porch. He didn’t really speak to you, but you remembered he covered you with a blanket and set down a glass of water in front of you. He told you there was ramen in the cabinet and takeout in the fridge. Without saying another word he was back out the door again.

You pulled yourself out off the couch, contemplated doing the dishes that had piled up, but you decided that you needed to take one step at a time. You had drawn all the blinds and the darkness of your apartment made it hard to see. Your bones ached as you walked down the hallway to the bathroom.

The reflection is the mirror was something you didn’t recognize. Your eyes were hollowed with deep purple circles underneath. Your hair was a mess and desperately needed a comb through it. Stepping into the shower, you turned on cool water. Your body had had enough heat already. The last of the bruises he gave you were finally turning yellow. A sign that your physical form was almost done with Park Jimin. It was a small relief, that you wouldn’t have to see the reminders of him lingering on your body.

Pulling the sheets off the bed you threw them all in the laundry. Replacing them with your childhood sheets that you held onto when you needed the comfort of home while you were hundreds of miles away. The only scent lingering was the smell of your lavender detergent. You drifted off into a dreamless sleep, finally letting your body get some rest.

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welcome home

my fourth entry for klanceweek! this time, for prompt #4: welcome home

still debating whether or not to cross-post these entries on ao3 so let me know what you think. again, you can also find these short ficlets on twitter!

day 1 / day 2 / day 3

“You’re sure this will work?” Lance blurts.

Pidge types furiously, while Hunk peers over her shoulder at the lines of code on the screen. Lance, on the other hand, can’t seem to sit still. His legs are practically begging to move. And he happily obliges, pacing anxiously from one side of the control room to the other.

“It should,” Pidge assures him. “Even Slav seemed to think so.”

The alien in question is nowhere to be seen. Lance could really care less; he has more important things to worry about right now.

A few days—or quintants—ago, Pidge managed to detect Shiro’s presence. It was faint and, unfortunately, the reading placed him smackdab in the middle of Galra territory. Based on the coordinates, he was trapped in another Galran prison.

Once his location was determined, Keith made his decision without a second thought: they would rescue Shiro.

No one opposed him, of course, and the castle ship was scheduled to teleport across the universe as soon as possible. The rest of the team came together and offered to do whatever they could to help. Lance refused to leave Keith’s side throughout the entire process. There’s no way he was leaving that reckless bastard alone.

But, even under Lance’s watch, Keith was captured.

Not in the conventional sense either. Lance didn’t completely understand what happened but suffice to say Keith and Shiro were stuck in an alternate dimension. The astral plane, as Pidge dubbed it. And when Lance found out, he… okay, maybe he went a bit overboard.

For an entire week, Lance didn’t sleep. He didn’t need it, not when two members of the team were stuck in another dimension. Finding Keith—finding them was far more important than maintaining his precious sleep schedule.

(Not that Keith ever needs to know that.)

To his relief, Lance didn’t have to order the other paladins around. They were just as desperate to save their missing teammates, and finally reunite the Voltron paladins. Even Coran and Allura spent their days helping Pidge and providing useful information about travelling between alternate universes.

And now here they are. Seven quintants later, they’re ready.

“It has to work,” Lance mutters, lowering his voice.

The extracting device is bizarre, covered in numerous buttons, knobs, and gauges. Coran had found it and tasked Hunk with fixing any of the broken parts. Pidge updated the software, and Lance volunteered to double check the program for any bugs. Sure, he doesn’t have as much experience as Pidge, but he still knows his way around a code.

Pidge skims through the data and pinpoints the weakest spot in the surrounding space. Thankfully, it’s far enough from the Galran prison ship to avoid drawing attention to themselves. The machine hums softly as it charges up. A loud bing fills the room, the only sound to be heard, and Pidge taps the space bar on the computer built into the device.

A brilliant blue ray, unlike anything Lance has ever seen before, fires from a wide barrel attached to the ship. The beam strikes a seemingly random spot in the void of space. Lance pauses, shoulders tense, as he watches the beam quickly fizzle to nothing.

The silence is heavier than before. Lance can’t seem to breathe properly and turns to Pidge. “What just happened?”

“That… I don’t know.” Pidge bows her head.

“No.” Lance chuckles bitterly. “No, no.” His eyes flit to Hunk. “No.”


Suddenly, a sharp sound cuts through the air like the crack of a whip. Lance doesn’t have time to react before he’s collapsing to the ground, trapped beneath a panting, half-naked Keith Kogane.

Someone screams—Hunk, maybe?—and Lance barely glimpses Allura tackling Shiro in a hug. There’s another figure, too, caught in what appears to be a bone-crushing embrace. The head of chestnut brown hair seems strangely familiar. “Matt!” Pidge cries as she continues to squeeze him. Ah yes.

Meanwhile, Lance struggles to breathe but for a completely different reason than earlier.

“La—Lance?” Keith pulls back enough to make eye contact. A flush extends all the way from the base of his neck to the tips of his ears. Even his chest looks a little pink. “Why are—oh my God.”

Keith immediately scrambles to his feet. Lance goes to join him, but pain in his lower back keeps him from moving quite as quickly. Figures, he thinks with a sigh. But then everything sinks in and—

“Holy shit, Keith,” Lance gasps. He doesn’t care if he has an audience; he’s going to hug the fuck out of Keith. “You’re alive!”

“Yeah? You act like—oof!”

Lance wraps his arms around Keith and lifts him into the air, spinning him in a circle. “Keith is alive! You can suck Voltron’s massive mechanical dick, Zarkon—“

“Lance,” Shiro groans.

“—because Keith Kogane, king of the mullets, is alive!” To his delight, the outburst draws a laugh from Keith. A real laugh.

His back chooses that exact moment to remind him it hurts, and Lance winces. Slowly, he sets Keith back on the ground. Lance can’t tear his gaze away from the flushed cheeks and blinding grin directed his way. Keith has never looked more attractive and, boy, if that isn’t an interesting development.

“You know,” Keith drawls, glancing around the room. “I’m not the only one who lived through that, Lance.”


“Shit, yeah, um,” Lance splutters. He shoots Matt and Shiro an excited thumbs up. “Congrats on living, guys!”

They exchange a knowing Look, and Lance feels his stomach sink. He’s happy to see them reunited, but Matt is a Holt, after all. Plus, the two have been friends for ages. I’m in big trouble.

Once the others break off and start chatting amongst themselves, Lance returns his attention to Keith. His smile has softened but retains the same ‘knock Lance flat on his ass’ quality. The bare torso thing is also quite distracting. Lance swallows down the lump in his throat and mirrors Keith’s smile.

“Welcome home,” he croaks, voice thick with some emotion he’d rather not put a name to.

“Yeah.” Keith’s grin widens. “It’s nice to be back.” 

fanboyofallthingsfandom  asked:

"Hey, you slept with my roommate who's a notorious slut but you seem like a decent guy and here have some pancakes and we can chat and wow you're actually really sweet and genuine are you sure you wouldn't prefer this roommate to the other one?" Any ship you please.

Here you go, Hun! I went with Merthur because the story was practically written for them in my head before I finished reading the prompt haha :P

Send me a ship + AU and I’ll write a ficlet (preferably Merthur, Bagginshield, Wolfstar or Johnlock

Oh, no. Not again.

That’s Merlin’s first thought upon seeing the strange blond man in his kitchen. He’s wearing what are clearly last night’s clothes (dark wash jeans and a scarlet button-up) as well as that look of regret and embarrassment he’s seen on so many of the people who have been through Gwaine’s bed.

He knows Gwaine doesn’t mean to hurt anyone (the man is basically a human labrador puppy) but he’s impulsive and careless and no matter how many times Merlin has told him to be discerning about the men and women he sleeps with, he can’t seem to understand that not everyone is as good at one-night stands as he is.

Merlin, for instance, is still dealing with his string of ‘just-tonights’ with Gwaine five years later.

The current victim turns around sharply when he hears Merlin enter the kitchen, causing the water in the glass he’s holding to slosh violently and spill onto his hand. He looks like he’s been caught in the middle of a burglary and Merlin has to fight an amused smile at his look of terror.

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Teach Me

I had an anon request for Professor Dean smut. Here ya go!

Summary: You are in a secret relationship with your grad school professor. The two of you have some fun in his office.

Warning: smut, a tiny bit of dirty talk

Word Count: 2650

A/N: This was a fun AU to write! Hope you enjoy! Feedback appreciated!

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fic: Hot For Teacher

Hot For Teacher

warnings: blowjobs and swearing

word count: 2700

rating: nc-17

summary: “One-Night Stand.” - ‘A sexual relationship lasting only one night.’ 

So why was the guy Dan slept with two weeks ago stood at the front of his classroom announcing that he was his new teacher? It was when he told the class to call him ‘Mr Lester’ and he broke into a hot flush that he knew he was in trouble.

a/n: for cafephan (kirsten), because studentxteacher is her favourite and i promised her this fic ages ago and it was her birthday yesterday so i spent a fucking month writing this in preparation. enjoy. my favourite, beautiful best friend.

p.s. this follows the english school system of two/three years of college and then university just fyi.

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Cocky (Jungkook College AU) Part 2

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Jungkook x Reader AU

a/n: holy shit i never expected the first part to get so much love and to be accepted back in so fast (202 notes in one day ?????) ???? the fact that I hadn’t posted in literal months and it’s like nothing has changed literally warms my heart. thank you for all the support and lovely messages ily all and I hope u enjoy !!!! this is probably the 2nd and final part to this, as I don’t want to drag it along like I do with all the rest of my stories lol, but tbh i’ll prob write one more knowing me lmao

type: college/university au, fluffy !!!, light/suggestive smut (THE NASTY SHIT IS IN THE NEXT PART JUST HOLD YA HORSES)

word count: 1.8K

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Your breath caught in your throat as the words he just said settled in. Your weary eyes scanned over to the door of her office slowly, where sure enough, she emerged quietly. Your suspicions were confirmed. Her hair was ruffled up a little, and the buttons on her blouse were done up ever so slightly wrong, now untucked from her pencil skirt. You met Jungkook’s stare with wide eyes.

It sent a shudder down your spine. How could she even let that happen? “I see.” Was all you said.

But that wasn’t enough for Jungkook. He leant into you again, his palm coming into contact with you clothed thigh and he squeezed lightly. He whispered into your ear. “Am I going to have to shut you up too?”

You choked on the saliva that was in your mouth as he seductively uttered those words into your ear. Holy shit.

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Day 6 of Adrinette Month is Modeling! Adrien struggles through his day modeling for his father, while Marinette follows his orders as part of her internship under M. Agreste. Unfortunately, a model goes missing from the shoot, and they need an emergency stand in.

Additional note: Here is the music I listened to while writing this chapter, in case you’re into that.

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Call Me Thomas Pt. 4

Originally posted by fuckyeahdaveeddiggs

Requested: By a lot of lovely, lovely people, and (shocker) @secretschuylersister

Pairings: Thomas Jefferson x Soulmate!Reader

Summary: Even though Y/N knows that he is coming, it is still a shock to see Thomas Jefferson at her house, in her bedroom.

Previously: {1} {2} {3}

Warnings: Like, literally one swear word

Word Count: 1,134

A/N: I hope that this new part is what you all were wanting. I am so excited to see where else I can take this, and as always this is one of my favorite things to write…so let me know what you thought!

With the way that your week had been going, you were shocked when you were left to get ready in peace. Granted, after Thomas had asked you, you had spent the rest of the evening trying not to freak out. You hadn’t told anyone, but Peggy had her ways.

Thankfully, Thomas wasn’t coming until that afternoon, so you still had time to help your father. You threw on your favorite pair of pants and a button down blouse, knowing that if he needed you to get anything for him that you were not going to be doing that in a dress You tied your hair back into a braid and settled in for a morning of work at your desk.

You were knee deep in paperwork by the time that there was a knock on the door. “Come in!” you called, gathering your stack of reviewed cases to hand to your father, who was not standing in the doorframe as expected. Thomas Jefferson was leaning against your doorframe, somehow managing to look like he belonged there. “Oh! I thought you were my father…” you said, gesturing to the stack of papers in your hands.

“I can confidently say that I am not your father,” Thomas laughed, glancing around your room, allowing himself a moment to take it all in. “I thought that you could show me around your grounds.”

You glanced out your window to the modest back yard that he had generously termed ‘grounds’. You had forgotten that Thomas spent a lot in his beautiful luxurious home in Virginia. The thought brought a lump to your throat, one that was only intensified by the faint glow of your stomach.

But you needed to make the best of things. “Of course!” you replied, somehow managing to muster an almost sincere smile. “If you would just let me change…”

You sat the papers down on the desk and pulled open your wardrobe, withholding a groan at the thought of putting on a dress.

“Don’t bother,” Thomas laughed, taking your hand and pulling you out of your room and down the stairs. “We both know that you hate the damn things anyways. We won’t go far,” he turned to meet your eyes as you paused just short of the front door. “Promise.” And so, promise in hand and butterflies in your stomach from the wink he had offered before pulling open the door, you were off.

You showed him the garden that you tended, if only because your mother would have been distraught to see it fall apart. You showed him your favorite reading spot and where you often took your father’s hunting dogs to play fetch, even though he insisted that it was making them soft.  

You somehow managed to do most of the talking. Thomas had fallen suspiciously silent, only offering a few affirmative noises and asking follow up questions to a topic you had only touched briefly on.

“Cat’s got your tongue?” you teased him after you had been walking in silence for a few moments.


“You are the most talkative person that I know, second maybe to Alexander, and you have barely said more than a few words to me since you dragged me out of my room,” you said, motioning wildly with your arms.

“If you must know, I received an anonymous note this morning reminding me to allow you to have a turn in the conversation. If you had a problem, you know that you could have just asked-”

“I sent you no such thing.” You took a deep breath, making a mental note to chastise Peggy later. You lapsed into silence for a few moments, before a peculiar thought popped into your head. “Were you being quiet because you thought that your oversharing hurt my feelings?”

It was nearly impossible to not find the idea absurd. Thomas Jefferson was tip-toeing around you because he thought that he had hurt your feelings.

“I can tell that you’re smirking.” You turned around to see that Thomas had stopped a few feet behind you, his shoulders drooping and his eyes fixating on his shoes. “I hope that you know your well-being, your happiness is more important to me than anything that I can think of in the present moment. And… I hope that you know that even though we see the world a bit differently, it doesn’t mean that you aren’t perfect for me.”

You were shocked that you were somehow still breathing.

“I have been thinking about what you said, how I shouldn’t have to change to make this… us work.” He said slowly, gesturing back and forth between the two of you. “I think that if you agreed with me about everything, while I would love it, there is no way that you would help me grow. And I think that is why the universe brought us together. You challenge me, in ways that I thought were impossible after only a few short days together.”


“You don’t have to say anything, because I know that you need time. And time is important. It lets you-”

“You bumbling idiot.” You were walking towards him, big bounding steps placing you directly in front of him before you could fully register the reality of the situation.

“Y/N- you’re not glowing anymore.” His eyes were like two moons had landed on his face. Bright and wide and full of possibility.

“I know,” you said, allowing yourself a smirk and taking another, small step towards him. You were literally toe to toe with him, and you didn’t know if you could bring yourself to move any farther.

“Does that mean?”

“Just kiss me already, you idiot.”

His arm found its way around your back, pulling you flush against his chest, and you were certain that he could feel your heart beating as he bent down to meet you halfway. Peggy had told you about her flings in the past, the fireworks, the spark, the way that you almost felt electrocuted. This… felt nothing like that.

Thomas’ lips on yours felt safe, in the single best way possible. You felt secure, like cuddling up by the fire after a long, cold day. You felt like you were at home with him. His lips moved tenderly against yours, pouring a thousand emotions that Thomas could never vocalize eloquently enough, but he was going to try. Every day, for the rest of his life.

Although neither of you wanted to admit it, you eventually needed to breath. As he pulled away, both of you were speechless, something that had never happened before. If it was even possible, his round eyes were filled with all of the love and devotion in the world.

And all at once, you knew that your glowing stomach was going to be a problem anymore.

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Strictly Professional - Chapter 8

Everything almost seemed normal again. Jon had made his admission that he had feared any weird tension between them and that had been his reasoning for staying away from the apartment. Sansa assured him that there wasn’t. 

There’s still that funny little belly flip thing though. Especially when I catch him giving me those weird looks……it’ll go away - he’ll get used to the idea of what we did, Sansa mused on her commute home.

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Everything’s Bigger Better in Texas

It was rather terrifying to be in a new state. Nico had no relatives nearby, no friends. By some wonderful miracle, however, he found out that his father’s old coworker- a man Nico had never met- lived in the city as well. He was younger than his father, but much older than Nico.

The man had recognized Nico because he apparently looked almost identical to his father. Nico simply had a slightly darker tone to his skin. Of course, Nico had asked his father to verify. The last thing he needed was some random man trying to kidnap him.

It was nice to get out of the university. After a week and a couple days of being so far from home, it was nice to get out and see the small city. He had been feeling so stuck and so homesick, he wasn’t sure how he was supposed to survive another week, much less the next few months.

Again though, it was a miracle that Nico had run into this man. He had light brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a childish smile. He had a beard which varied between blond and brown hair. “Yeah, it was pretty hard for me when I came down here,” he was telling Nico as they ate breakfast at a diner. Breakfast at a diner. That had to be a paradox if Nico ever heard one.

Nico chided himself for tuning the man, Lester, out. He focused again. “-so lonely. I’d get lost. Thankfully though I’ve been here a handful of years. I know the layout. I can drive you around.”

“Thanks. It means a lot,” Nico answered with a smile.

“Have you made any friends?” Nico looked up from his waffles and arched an eyebrow. “Ah, that was a dumb question.” Nico smiled and rolled his eyes and continued to eat. “You know who you’d really get along with?” he suddenly said excitedly.

“Um… no?” Nico answered, wincing.

“My son! He’s about your age, maybe a year older.” Nico hesitated, unsure of whether he really wanted to bother trying to make friends. He was never really good at it. His dad would tell him it would change when he got to college, that there would be a whole new variety of people, and some of them would be like Nico. So far, though, no such luck.

He chewed carefully, trying to figure out to explain. “I don’t… really get along with people my age.”

Lester was scrolling through his phone. “Trust me, Will gets along with everyone. He’s a good kid. Works hard, smiles a bunch, pretty smart.”

“Are you trying to help me make a friend or get a boyfriend?” Nico joked.

Lester however shrugged. “I mean, if you go that way, that could work too.” Nico started choking on his waffle and Lester glanced at him. “Was that inappropriate?” he questioned as Nico coughed away. Lester pushed his orange juice toward him and Nico drank from it, half choking. “You look red. Did I hit a nerve?”

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No Next Time

KuroDai Week 2017

May 6, 2017

Day One: Next Time

Summary: Kuroo attends Bokuto’s wedding and wonders if he’s lost his chance with Sawamura.


“You’re staring is getting kind of creepy,” Kuroo cringed at the too warm breath on his ear, turning to look back at Bokuto who was grinning widely at him.  A little drunk but mostly just happy to have gotten married.  “Just looking out for you.”  Bokuto slid into the empty seat next to Kuroo, making a happy noise at the food present for him to stave off his munchies.

“I wasn’t staring that hard.”  Kuroo tried to defend himself, though really he was.

“You really were.”  Bokuto argued.  “But that’s okay, I look at Akaashi all the time.”

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Promise // 11

Table of Contents

Word Count: 3,130

Note: I decided to put up another chapter since this one was shorter and because I’m not sure when I’ll be able to update again. It was a bit difficult writing this one for some reason, and I think I’m getting writer’s block from stress. Nevertheless, thank you for reading, and let me know how you feel about the story. ^^


Hwayoung’s hand comes over her mouth to suppress the broken gasp that splutters from her lips. Baekhyun’s fist pummels into Sehun’s cheek, a soft crack resonating and the younger male staggering before regaining his quiet composure. Hwayoung tries to step forward, but Jongin’s gaunt fingers wrap around her wrist to tug her back.

“Not now, princess,” Jongin says as he shakes his head. “This isn’t the right time for you to intrude.”

Hwayoung’s lips part to protest, but Jongin presses a finger to his lips as he tugs Hwayoung away from the door. Though she can’t see the male, her mind paints every crease in his forehead and every angry flame flickering in his eyes as she hears his strained yelling.

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Over Your Head Pt 1

Pairing: JeongHoon (Woozi/Jeonghan)

Rating: Pt 1 - PG-13; Pt 2 - NC-17.

Prompt credit to @otpisms​. 

-Imagine your OTP have known each other through family since they were young. Person A is attending the university that Person B is a professor at, and taking all of their courses to purposely mess/flirt with them.

A/N: It is 2:30 am so i have to sleep. i will be writing and posting the next part (aka the actual smutty sexy time bits) sometime this week hopefully. no promises because classes start in two days and i might die.

This can’t be happening. This actually cannot be happening right now. There is absolutely no way in hell that the name on Jeonghan’s class roster is the name he thinks it is. Definitely not a chance that the name on his list is the same name of a certain twenty year old boy that he has literally know since said boy was in diapers. Definitely not a chance tha-

“Oh hyung, this is your class?”

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