towel bars



  • Dish soap
  • Laundry detergent
  • All-purpose cleaner
  • Hand soap
  • Broom
  • Mop
  • Wash cloths / rags
  • Vacuum
  • Dustpan
  • Lint roller
  • Sponges


  • Plates
  • Bowls
  • Spoons
  • Forks
  • Knives
  • Glasses
  • Mugs
  • Tongs
  • Spatula
  • Plastic wrap
  • Ziplock baggies
  • Garbage bags
  • Paper towel
  • Tupperware
  • Ice tray
  • Oven mitts
  • Potato peeler
  • Mixing bowls
  • Frying pan
  • Pot
  • Baking sheet
  • Whisk
  • Stirring spoons / ladels
  • Tea infuser ball
  • Measuring cups
  • Strainer
  • Cutting board
  • Coffee maker
  • Kettle
  • Toaster
  • Magnets
  • Dry erase markers
  • Sticky notes
  • Microwave
  • Wire sponge
  • Trash bin
  • Recycling bin
  • Rubber gloves
  • Silverware organizer
  • Measuring spoons
  • Aluminum foil
  • Wax paper
  • Can opener
  • Bottle opener
  • Containers for salt, sugar, flour, etc.


  • Sofa
  • Rocking chair (you know you want one)
  • Loveseat
  • Coasters
  • Blankets
  • Throw pillows
  • Coffee table
  • Book shelves
  • TV
  • TV stand
  • Floor lamp
  • End table
  • Stereo system / radio


  • Mattress
  • Box spring
  • Bedframe
  • Linens
  • Sheets
  • Comforter
  • Hangers
  • Laundry hamper
  • Trash bin
  • Curtains
  • Pillows
  • Pillow cases
  • Night table
  • Alarm clock
  • Lamp
  • Dresser
  • Coat rack
  • Desk / vanity
  • Comfy chairs


  • Dining table
  • Minimum of 2 chairs
  • Coasters
  • Placemat
  • Tablecloth
  • Tea lights /candles and candle holders


  • Face clothes
  • Towel
  • Soap bar
  • Body wash
  • Shampoo
  • Conditioner
  • Tissues
  • Toilet paper
  • Trash bin
  • Plunger
  • Toilet cleaner
  • Cold, flu, pain, and allergy meds
  • Hydrogen peroxide
  • Antibacterial ointment
  • First-Aid kit
  • Tweezers
  • Nail clippers
  • Band-aids
  • Shower rod
  • Shower curtain
  • Toothbrush
  • Toothpaste
  • Floss
  • Period products
  • Bathmat
  • Air freshener
  • Trash bin
  • Towel rod
  • Towels


  • Elastic bands
  • Stapler
  • Stables
  • Paper clips
  • Needles and thread
  • AA / AAA batteries
  • Light bulbs
  • Extension cords
  • Scotch tape
  • Duct tape
  • Shovel
  • Rake (if you have a yard)
  • Stain remover
  • Jar of courters for laundry mat
  • Screw drivers
  • Hammer
  • Nails
  • Sticky tack
  • Screws
  • Box cutter / X-acto
  • Pliers
  • Wrench
  • Pens
  • Paper
  • Pencils
  • Pencil sharpener
  • Eraser
  • Welcome matt
  • Shoe rack
  • Coat rack
  • Flashlight
  • Flashlight batteries
  • Watch batteries
  • Rechargeable batteries and charger
  • Safe place to discard dead batteries
  • Candles
  • Matches
  • Lighter
  • Mini travel fans
  • Real fans
  • Emergency Survival kit
  • Fire extinguisher
  • Landline phone
  • Window air conditioner
  • Carbon monoxide alarm
  • Fire alarm


  • Mustard
  • Ketchup
  • Mayo
  • Salt
  • Pepper
  • Baking soda
  • Flour
  • Eggs
  • Milk
  • Bread
  • Olive oil
  • Tea
  • Jam
  • Peanut-butter
  • Coffee grounds
  • Cereal
  • Rice
  • Pasta
  • Vegetable soup
  • Tomato sauce
  • Frozen vegetables
  • Crackers
  • Chickpeas / lentils
  • Apples
  • Oranges
  • Granola bars
  • Juice
  • Hot chocolate mix
  • Frozen meats

And since people are having a hard time figuring this out for themselves, let me just say: every single item on this list is OPTIONAL, just look for what you need personally and let others do the same.

little under-appreciated peridot moments that i love
  • “IS THIS YOUR BIZARRE ICON??!??!?!?!!?!?!” (holds up image of a crying waffle)
  • “the fusion experiments are developing properly….a few have even emerged early-EYOOHA
  • That little noise she makes in that moment in Catch and Release where she’s in the bathroom yelling at the Crystal Gems and she’s lying down on top of the towel bar holding a plunger and she almost slips
  • (Steven: I know you use my tooth brush!) “n….no……..well, Yes-”
  • (voice cracking immensely) I h A V EN>T  Cr A C K ED!!!!1
  • when she keeps holding the drill the wrong way in Back To The Barn
  • the one scene that she has in Steven’s Birthday
  • the face she makes in It Could’ve Been Great when Steven says “Just look at that view”
  • That scene in Message Received when Steven locks her in the car and we see her from inside the car and she looks like this
  • That moment in Log Date 7 15 2 where Garnet catches her wearing the alien boxers and she rips them off in the most dramatic way possible
  • W H E N S H E H U G S S T E V E N I N G E M D R I L L
  • That moment in Same Old World where she makes exaggerated sound effects while telling their story about drilling the Cluster
  • Her little hand gestures in Barn Mates
  • The cute little cartoony smile she makes in Barn Mates when Lapis asks her if she’s okay
  • When she puts the tablet on her arm in Too Short To Ride and it looks like she’s dabbing
  • When she keeps saying “ow” very flatly while Steven and Amethyst are trying to stretch her in Too Short To Ride
  • That lil moment in Beta when she’s talkin all casually about the Beta Kindergarten and she just twirls a tuna can in the air using her metal powers while she talks
  • In Gem Harvest when she’s trying to get the Pumpkin Dog to say “clod”
  • In Adventures In Light Distortion where’s talkin about how she can change the settings on the Ruby ship and it’s indirectly confirmed that she changed the settings of the entire ship from The Return so it would be green like her
  • The loud yelling she does when she’s levitating the cars in The New Crystal Gems
  • The fact that she can levitate cars in the first place
  • The way she says “Look at it! It’s great!” in The New Crystal Gems while presenting the new car wash sign to Greg
  • The entirety of her role in The New Crystal Gems
  • Her wet hair in Room For Ruby. I legit screamed when I first saw that
  • In Room For Ruby when she rolls around in the dirt with Steven and Navy???? so pure
  • When she tries to console Lapis in Room For Ruby
  • just…her????? i lov peridot so much
valentine’s day // dylan o’brien

Summary: Dylan falls in love with a girl who hates Valentine’s Day

Requested: no

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: yes, mature language, themes, & smut throughout


His long legs extended across her lap as he took a large gulp of the amber liquid. Sighing contently, he placed the glass bottle on the floor and snuggled deeper into his couch. Her hands were lazily drapped over his feet as she focused on the television. The movie that they had been watching was fairly interesting although she was having a bit of a hard time following the plot.

“Wait, is he the sister’s boyfriend?” Y/N asked her best friend who shook his head in return.

“No, that’s the guy they met at the bar who looks like the boyfriend.” Dylan explained.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N continued to watch the film hoping somewhere along the way things would make sense.

This was their routine. Every Friday night for the past 3 years was spent on his lumpy couch drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching movies. As the ending credits started, Y/N let out a soft yawn as she extended her arms.

“What did you think?” Dylan asked, eager to know what she thought of the film. “I thought she was going to pick the boyfriend’s brother’s friend.” Y/N admitted with a giggle, thinking about the cliched love triangle movie she just watched. “The ending was very unexpected.”

Pulling his feet off of her lap, he sat on the edge of the couch.

“What about you?” She called out as he walked to the kitchen with his empty beer bottle.

“I was routing for the boyfriend’s brother’s friend too.” His laugh echoed throughout the kitchen.

Their friendship consisted of watching cheesy romance movies together, texts at 3am when they couldn’t sleep, and the comfort of knowing that they always had someone they could count on. It was completely platonic.

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So, You Like Cats? (T’Challa x reader)

“So, you like cats?  You got something against birds, or is it just me?” Sam asked with a grin, tipping his drink back as he laughed.  You reached out to give him a slap on his arm but he shifted his stance quick enough to evade it, spilling his drink down the front of his blue button-down.  “Dammit, woman, this is new!”

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Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you ( part 4)

Originally posted by euphoric-somers

I wanted to put a the originals gif but I saw this one and could not resist 

part 3 :

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Okay so I think that is all of the people who wanted to be tagged for the story or just part four, damn that took forever since Tumblr wanted to act like an ass hole and freeze a  bunch of times making me have to restart but I got it I finally got all of my precious bunnies and now onto the story .


Unkown Point of View.

 I would have smiled as I saw her in the pool but this wasn’t the time too. “Shit” she was faced down onto the pool. I jump into the water. I was used to the cold temperatures being on the swimming team. I grab the girl’s hand and pull out the water and place her on her back. She looked 10 years old. “Shit,” I could feel my hunger grow as she lays unconscious before me, but now is not the time to feed. 

I move close to her mouth and nose to see if she was breathing.  I didn’t feel any air hit my face so she wasn’t, I check her pulse next which I am thankful that is was there but it was very faint. I begin to do CPR. * I am so glad I remember Jax’s lessons* I thought as I continue to do CPR. I was about to do 26 of my 30 compressions when she finally spits out the water.*Yes *.

I place her on her side so all the water can leave her body. “Come on kid let’s get you somewhere safe,” I said as she sits up once all the water leaves her body. Her entire body and clothes were wet. “Who are you?” she whispers sitting up straight. ”Look that question is not important right now, what is important is getting you out those clothes before you get something,” I said in Italian picking her up bridal style, I could tell she wanted to fight but simply didn’t have the energy too.  “Si prega di calmarsi bambino (Please calm down child, in Italian. I don’t speak the language by the way),” I said to her she lays her head onto my shoulder. I pick up both of our stuff and walk out of the pool area and in the locker room. I  gently place her on a bench and open my locker. *damn she smells really good but I can’t eat her she is just a kid.* {Do it not one will ever know it was you }

“Quindi qual'è il tuo nome,” I say pulling out as a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants. “My name is Y/n,”. *Y/n that’s a really pretty name * “So are you going to tell me your name?” she queries as I continue to search for things for her. “No I won’t but to protect you,” I said pulling out the towel, chocolate bar, chips, and soda from my locker. “Here dry off then eat up after we will talk about your hurt leg. I am in the pool area if you need me just yell” I said in English, walking to the pool area.

“Oh Y/n put your wet clothes in my locker I will deal with them later,” I said looking at the girl now. The shirt was a bit big on her but the pants fit per perfectly. “Credo che dovrete portare voi da quando la gamba è male” (I guess iIl will have to carry you since your leg is bad )I said. “No you won’t I have crutches there by the pool,” she said. I quickly got them.

´´So do you have anywhere to go?” I said

She starts to crack her knuckles and taps her good foot.*she’s nervous kinda like I was*  I thought as she takes deep breaths. I smell that her soul wavelength was out of control high. * Okay time to stop her* I thought matching my waves with her and place my hand on her shoulder. Slowly I lower our wavelength till she was calm enough to stay that way on her own.

“I know your hurt and scared, but it’s best to stay calm if your soul wavelength gets too high it won’t help you,” I said sitting on the bench in front of her. Her hair was still wet from the water, while her face was a bit pale she was getting her color back. She looks 11 years old. *what mad a fourth grader commit suicide * I thought as I grab her crutches and bag from the side of the pool.

“Well Y/n since you have nowhere to go I will take you in. Obviously, whoever was taking care of you before weren’t doing a very good Job on watching you so you can stay with me”, I smile as her eyes light up and nod happily.*she has pretty eyes* I thought. “Okay let’s go,” I said standing up and giving her crutches to her. She nods once more puts her hair in a bun and stands with her crutches. “I don’t live too far from here so we will be good. I also have other siblings but from what I can tell you’re going to fit in just fine,” I said we begin our trek home.

______________time skip to home________________________

“Okay, here we are?” I said opening the door to the apartment. (It was kinda how Marcel looked in season 2.) She gasps in amazement at the flying book in the air and says magic.

“You can see through the mist,” I whisper.* is she a mundane, monster, or half blood, or one of us * I thought as she walks through the door.

* Okay definitely not monster * I thought she steps on to the celestial bronze welcome mat and continues walking. “ Oh hey your home early,” said Carson as she and Armin walk into the room. They gasp as they see Y/n. *dammit, there going to be mad* I thought as Carson’s fist turns white.

“I will explain later but now she needs a hot shower band warm clothes,” I said sternly. Armin nods and tells Y/n to follow him, the situation while Carson stays and glares at me. She would have thrown a dagger at me if they weren’t locked away.

“What the hell,” Carson growled stomping up to me.“ Do you really think bringing someone a child in fact into our lives the situation,” she slams me into the kitchen wall.

* great she is yelling* I pinch the bridge of my nose.“I am trying to save a life she was about to commit suicide,” i say . 

“ So what a suicidal isn’t my problem she is half our are age and double work find her a shelter but she CANNOT LIVE WITH US. I WANT HER OUT BY TOMORROW THE LIFE WE HAVE IS NO LIFE HER,” she screamed then walked back to her room.* dammit Carson I know this isn’t a good life for someone her age but we can’t just leave her alone * I thought as I check on Y/n.

Her hair was still in its bun, she was now in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. She was talking to Armin about something. Thou the door was open I still knocked gathering their attention. “ hey you Okay,” I ask as Armin gets up. “ yeah I am fine,” she said Putting her legs down from the bed.

“ I am going to make her bed and talk to Carson while you two talk,” he said then walked out the door closing it behind him. I sit down next to her.“ So want to tell me what happened” I said.“ I have insomnia, depression, and a voice in my head” I take a deep breath taking in the information but once it does I start laughing. 

*So young yet so naive to reality if only she would use that to her advantage* I thought, but since she can’t know I am shattered I will stay sane, well pretend to be sane. {Whats her blood type} said Korosenshi my little baby hatter just for my psycho.

“It’s completely fine for us it’s normal for now just go to sleep in here I will sleep where Armin set up ok,” I said she nods gets under the covers. “But what if I don’t sleep?” “Then wake me up, use your insomnia to your advantage that’s what I do,” I said cutting out the light band walked away. 

____________________^time skip to morning^ ______ ____________ ___________ 

I smiled seeing that Carson is going to allow Y/n to stay. Armin seemed to explain to her Y/n situation. {But Carson is correct having the girl with us could be a problem. She is young no experience. We should tear out her throat.} *No korosenshi she only a child plus maybe her bad side might like you * I thought packing my duffle bag. We’re leaving for the institute today but might drop of Y/n at camp. “Yo dude Carson took Y/n to the weapons store.” Said Armin walking into my room. “Based on her strength she is good with a sword and baseball.”

 “That’s good least she knows how to swing, for now, that will suffice but when we get there were going the cabins get her a house,” I said putting some ambrosia and nectar into my pockets along with my dagger. “How do know she is even one of us ?” I sigh knowing Armin won’t make this a simple conversation. “She could just be able to see the mist or a supernatural creature,” he continued crossing his arms. “Do you always have to undermine me ?” “Only when you don’t think things though. So what the plan?” I run my fingers through my hair.

“We are gonna take her to the institute today, then we take to the Elders at camp,” I said closing up the duffle bag and putting on my hoodie. “OK well, Carson says we should meet her at the church,” I nod as we leave. 

——————–Y/n point of view———————————————– 

I smiled as Carson went into the pizza place. So far we have gone to the weapons store. She bought me a katana and some knives. While she got some new arrows for her bows. We were going to meet up with Armin and Luca the church since she said she apartment isn’t safe since we called them. *how does calling someone make a place not safe, especially your home * I thought as sit down in our booth table. “So Y/n what do you know about the supernatural?” I swallow my spit as nervousness sets in.* they only want you for your family. You screw up you were supposed to die * said Voice. “ Wha–isn’t it just ya know uuumm–”. *you can’t even lie. Right just die* I swallowed my spit hearing voices words blare throughout my head.

 “Sheesh you must know a lot by your reaction,” *yeah do so tell the truth and.let them us you * “NO I DON’T,” I scream standing up in frustration. I was taking deep breaths even though there was no reason too. I felt my heart beat slowly decrease as I sat down. Carson sat back into her chair. Her silver eyes were piercing at me. My back tingles just knowing there on me.

I bite my lip, determining whether to tell her. *Maybe if I tell her she will tell me the information on what is going on and maybe shit will make sense, but of course this is all in question they–*

“If you think that you will be able to find out any information by telling me what you know it won’t help. Me finding out is strictly for your protection Y/n,” she said stoically. * Well that blows that idea right out the water I might as well tell her the truth in all of this then*

“Fine,” I said then  began to  explain  everything from  my  heritage  to  the rest  of the  supernatural, through the entire time I explained it her face was stoic it  would of scared me if I was sane, but the entire time I could hear voice  inside my head  laughing at me and I found it  kinda comforting  to me now  it wasn’t loud  but a soothing sound. I didn’t even notice I began to twirl a  knife in my hand until I stabbed it into the table. 

“Nice but untrained you’re still fighting it oh well least you have potential,” she said brushing her hair behind her ear with her hand. “So you know about werewolves to vampires. But what about banshees, chimera, Hellhounds,” 

*Wait those things don’t exist., I never read about them in my families books or heard of them with Davina* I thought.

“Exactly you only know the most common species ever, but I don’t blame you for that they are always making it harder for other kinds of supernatural and myth beings”.

“What how do –what fo”. *how is this possible there*

“Look don’t even bother trying to figure it out, but know that there are a lot more than vampires, witches, and werewolves in New Orleans. “She said calmly as the waitress take our order, I wasn’t even listening to Carter as she spoke to the woman.  

*how, never mind that just know that there is, just think of it as more werewolves for now or –* said voice trying to make it understandable.

“Stop trying to wrap your head around it won’t help to try to do it all at once just relax, for now, I want to offer you something do you want to live a human life and start again, or do want to live with us ?”

I look at the table pondering whether or not this is the choice I want to live like a human, pretend like I don’t the supernatural doesn’t exist or continue to be a part of it with the possibility of dying, but if I choose human and  my ex-family find out I am alive I will be forever screwed and voice will never let me live it down.

“Look you don’t have to choose now but once were are done eating you need to tell me a decision,” she said just as the waitress came with our food. 



I groan as the light blinds me from the open curtains. *If only I could get drunk * I thought sitting up on the couch. “AAhh Brother I see you managed to finally sleep after tearing apart your bedroom,”. Ignoring Klaus’s remarks, I head to the bathroom and quickly freshen up. 

No one has seemed to find Y/n at all I went to the police department so they are searching as well. Along with Marcellus goons and surprisingly the witches agreed to help without Davina or Freya asking them, they seemed to like Y/n due to her being the outcast of the family. * Well she can be an outcast of the family if she is dead*

* I was supposed to protect her and I didn’t just like Henrik * I thought as I turn on the faucet and splashing water on my face. My face welcomes the cold feeling of the water on me. I quickly dry my face and head out the door to see Niklaus standing I’m the middle of the room like a Roman or Greek statue as if he was a god. I walking out the door to see Hayley walking into the room with puffy cheeks and bloodshot eyes. From the way she was breathing she had a stuffy nose. Ignoring her I grab my phone from my pocket and dial Marcel’s number but get no answer after the ring tone. Elijah was too busy trying to distract himself with Hope. It sickened me knowing I could have prevented her death if I was there. Saw the signs just a bit earlier. Listened a bit better to her. *so much for super hearing I couldn’t eve hear Y/n’s cries for help. A child under the age of 11 commits suicide. It not like us who didn’t want to die, she chose it, she wanted out of our lives and us out of her’s. To be free of us in the best way possible not just a dagger or runaway where we can find or see her but somewhere none of us want to go … Death. Always and Forever my ass. * I grab a blood bag from the kitchen and continue to Search for Y/n.


I take a deep breath upon landing on the rooftop of the building. Y/n would come here sometimes to relax and calm down after a fight with Hope or come with Jason to relax. It was a little spot kinda like a lounge place had a fridge, bar for food, and a few couches and blankets. There was only one person in the area, I walk over to her and smile. Her back was turned away from me. “Hello,”  I say right behind her. She turns around and smiles.“hi,” she says. “ Has anyone been here in the past few days,”.

“Not as of late since the rain storm Saturday night but Y/n Mikealson and her friends came by on Thursday for snacks and games.” She said.
I sigh great no one knows where she is. “Your Kol Mikealson. Umm  Hope’s and Y/n’s uncle right?”

“Yes I am and Y/n  has gone missing. Do you know where she is?” I ask


You’re Damn Right

Originally posted by bonniebird

Michael Gray x Reader

Request: Hi, I was wondering if you could do a Michael Gray imagine where John is flirting with the reader and Michael gets jealous and protective please?

Hope you enjoy!

*Peaky Blinders Requests are open*

“Blinders should be in soon,” Harry stated as he unlocked the front doors to the Garrison. “I’m expectin’ it to be busy so keep business flowin’ and let them do what they do,” Y/N nodded and started stacking glasses for the rush that was sure to come flying through the doors.

The Blinders came in as if on queue. They shuffled into the private room, Arthur leading them in boisterously with Tommy, Finn, Michael -who gave a small grin your way before following his cousins in for business-, and John taking up the rear. Y/N always caught Michael watching her when he thought she wasn’t looking, then quickly turning away when she looked back. It was quite endearing, if she could say so.

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Sebastian Stan x Fanfiction

Warnings: Smut, Language

🌻 Tagged for Updates🌻


“Their lips brushed like young wildflowers in the wind.”

My mother stood behind me tying and untying a belt around my waist for five consecutive minutes now. I had been trying on dresses for a good half of the evening. After the eleventh dress she made me try on I decided not to detest it anymore. I wasn’t going to interrupt her with my subjective opinions and mild critiques. Even though I didn’t care about what pattern or color best suited me I knew she did. Plus all of this was for her birthday party for tomorrow night so I let her have her way. Besides my mind was elsewhere.

“I think it looks so much better without it. What do you think?” My mother said as she stood back to get a better view of the dress I already had on. Considering my perspective since I was not standing in front of a full length mirror or any mirror for that matter. When I looked down I noticed the dress fell all the way down to my feet covering them completely. The light weight sheer fabric draped around me like waterfalls. I wasn’t too keen on the color it was a reminiscent of blush colored pink roses. An as for the straps I continuously pulled them up further to my shoulders, the V neck cut was far too low.

“Caroline?” She called for my attention again. I snapped out of my inner monologue and told her how I felt about the dress.

“It’s perfect.” I smiled to try and make it more convincing but I didn’t want to overdo my false affections.

“I knew this would be the one!” She grabbed ahold of my waist cinching it in tighter around me. I looked onward returning my gaze back out of the window. I couldn’t stop thinking about what just happened not long ago. Even if I tried I couldn’t get the images of him out of my head and the sensation from feeling him everywhere still hasn’t expired. For some reason tonight it felt like I was looking at a completely different garden.

Outside the sun had already set leaving the sky cloudless. Quickly almost like a time lapse it grew darker. Automatically the lights out back turned on. The tiny little lights along the lavender filled walkway illuminated the stepping stones, that we hazily stumbled upon last night. Our laughter could quite possibly be heard indoors. Even though we thought we were no louder than a whisper. The two of us tried to keep our barefooted feet off of the wet manicured grass. How we ended up out of our shoes is still a mystery to me. I just know for a fact I have a tiny cut on the back of my ankle from scraping it when he kept me balanced on his shoulders when I was trying to pick a lemon from the lemon trees above our heads. I’m pretty sure I would have landed in a row of sculpted hedges if he hadn’t of caught me in time.

“Last night was certainly something else!” I could hear my mother’s voice but I couldn’t identify where it was coming from. I turned my view away from the window almost a little weary of what she was referring to exactly. Once she stepped back into her bedroom from the hallway I stood still in the center of the floor looking puzzled.

“The wine tasting that was hosted here.” She said, refreshing my memory of how my rendezvous initiated. I stayed motionless as I watched her hang clothes back into her closet before she pointed out I had been smiling to myself off and on all night.

“So are you going to tell me what the F word happened last night or am I going to have to guess?” She smirked.

“No way! Besides I did nothing you wouldn’t have done.” I said to her taking both hands behind my back to unzip myself out of the dress. I walked into the bathroom where my jeans and top was lying on the bathroom floor.

I picked up my blouse with ease holding it between the palm of my hands like it was a found treasure. My fingers felt around for the tiny hole punctured at the top from when it ripped against a nestle of thorns. He stood in front of me when he noticed it first. He placed his hand above my shoulder and over the hole between the fabric he smoothed over my skin with his thumb. I remember finding his touch satisfyingly calming. I wanted to have that same feeling replicated all over my body. Without giving it much thought I crossed my arms reaching for the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. Our eyes fixated on one another, both not wanting to turn away and stop what we knew we started. Though the look in his eyes watched me carefully almost cautious of himself.

I stepped into my blue jeans and reached for my black hoodie that hung over the towel bar in the bathroom deciding to throw that on instead. Looking back at my reflection into the mirror that hung above the sink I rubbed my hand across my neck feeling that my necklace was no longer there. My tiny gold crescent moon necklace that I hardly ever remove was gone. Last time I remember wearing it was when I was down to my bra and jeans. When I removed my shirt the chain to my necklace somehow got entangled with the strap of my bra. Somewhere in between him helping me loosen it up so that I wouldn’t break the chain we started gradually moving closer. Everything happened so fast, it was like an anticipated thrill.

I quickly leaned forward kissing him first. I moved at the pace of a heartbeat because I was purely acting on impulsive desires. We hadn’t known each other for more than few hours and I didn’t even know his name nor did I give him mine. For two torrid strangers we kissed and moved though as if we’ve done this a hundred times or more. He tangled me in his arms pressing his hands against my lower back as I kissed along the nape of his neck while blindly trying to remove his shirt. Once I was successfully able to take it off completely. He grabbed me by the waist and twisted me around. I was no longer facing him at this point. I could feel that his breathing had halted. Using my senses I could feel him sliding his finger at the clasp of my bra, tugging it apart with just one pull. I braced myself leaning further back into him. I wriggled my arms out of it letting it fall to the ground. He kissed the top of my shoulder slowly bringing his lips further down my back. I could feel his teeth gently nip at certain areas on the lower parts of my back. While his hands stayed firmly pressed against my chest.

“Your sister is suppose to be back by now ,I’m starved!” Mom said.

“Brooklyn is here?” I asked briskly. Catching myself in a daydream. I walked out of the bathroom feeling around for the light switch, still holding on to the memory.

“Oh yeah she got in sometime yesterday!” She exclaimed. “Your paths haven’t crossed yet?” The look on her face was questionable.

“She didn’t mention she was coming yesterday. I thought she would be here today.” I told her.

“Well she’s in fact here and she’s brought a date. Handsome young man you must meet him.” My mother said as she gave her promising look of approval.

“Is this that same guy she’s been talking about non stop?” I sat at the edge of her bed gripping onto the tall wooden bedpost, pressing my cheek against it.

“That’s the one! ” She closed the door to her closet. Her eyebrows were furrowed together like she was unsure of a name.

“Well I can’t wait to meet him. The way Brooklyn kept him hidden I almost didn’t think he even existed.”

“Nor did I.” She winked over at me as we both broke out into laughter.

Downstairs simultaneously we both heard a chiming noise that indicated the front door was being opened. Mom adverted her attention towards the opening in the hallway. “They must be back.” She said before walking down the hall to go downstairs. I got up as well excitably following behind her. Despite my mother mentioning to me earlier that she was already here, she must’ve been hidden under the radar. Because that’s something I definitely wouldn’t have missed. Brooklyn was by the front door bent over setting down brown paper bags that tumbled out of her grasp.

“Honey let me help you.” Mom said rushing to her aid. I skipped down the last few steps walking up behind her waiting to receive my sister’s reaction.

“Little sister!” Brooklyn exclaimed, jumping towards me with her arms open wide. She embraced me in a tight hug and I hugged back just the same.

“You smell like Bath & Body Work’s dowsed you in every scent they own.” I said breathing in her sharp perfume.

“Very funny I missed you too!” Brooklyn pulled back scrunching her face into a smile.

“You didn’t close the door.” Mom complained as she peeped her head out of the door before closing it.

“That’s because my beau has to come in. He couldn’t stop going on and on about how stunning your garden is that he bought you flowers. You as well Caroline!” She said turning her head back at me.

“How thoughtful.” I sarcastically noted. My mother had an assortment of flowers growing out in her backyard yet he felt the need to bring her already plucked ones. I moved closer to my mother who was struggling carrying three of the bags Brooklyn brought in. As I was picking them up I heard the excitement in the room pick back up. I went ahead and placed the bags in front of my feet until I introduced myself. Turning around my warm affections suddenly turned cold. The guy who interfered with my every waking thought since yesterday night had returned and this time had a name to his face.

“Caroline this is Sebastian!”

{Part 1 out of 3}

Making the Grade - Ch. 2

A/N: Thank you all so much for your patience.  I’m so sorry this took so long!  This wouldn’t be possible without the support from my friends and readers.  I truly appreciate you guys!

Chapter 1

“Wait wait.  Here comes Lou - tell him what she said when you asked for her number.”  Harry’s laughter peals across the corner of the lacquered bar where Niall’s leaning with his head in his hands.  “Christ Harry, ya think you could keep your voice down to a dull roar?”  Niall can feel his cheeks burning hot with shame.  The entire debacle has been running through his head on a constant loop since the afternoon.  After Poppy had stormed out of his classroom, Niall was left standing at his desk, his mouth hanging open and his arms hanging uselessly at his sides.  For a brief moment he considered running after her, but what would he say?  “Hey, just so you know, I wasn’t hitting on you?”  Niall may have terrible luck with women, but he wasn’t a complete idiot.  Even he knew that wasn’t the way into a pretty girl’s good graces.  So, instead, he sank down into the hard plastic chair, took a deep breath, and shoved all his papers into his worn leather messenger bag.  By the time he’d made it to the pub to meet Harry, Niall’s mood hadn’t improved.  He’s skulked into the bar, heaving himself onto the stool next to Harry’s and waved Louis down for a pint and a shot of Jameson.  Harry had coaxed the entire story from Niall and was now forcing him to repeat it to the bartender for his own sadistic pleasure.  

Louis sidled up to the bar, flipping a bar towel over his shoulder.  They’d made friends with Louis almost immediately, deciding that his caustic attitude and relentless sarcasm could be tolerated because of their shared love of football and collective homesickness for the UK. “Ok Harold, you’ve made your point.  Spill it, Nialler.”  Louis was working on his Masters in psychology, a degree that came in handy more often than not working as a bartender.  With a deep sigh and a tug on his fringe for good measure, Niall reluctantly filled in his friend.

“I kinda accidentally asked out one of my students this afternoon.  Got me ass handed to me in the process.”  Niall raised his eyebrows and took another swig of his pint.  “Gotta be honest, she was fuckin’ terrifying.”  Slumping against the bar in defeat, Niall stared at the drops of condensation rolling down his glass.  

“I’m sorry, did you say you ‘accidentally’ asked out a student, Neil?”  Louis was staring incredulously at Niall, a wicked cackle starting to bubble up from his slight frame.  “How do you accidentally ask someone out?  I mean, logistically, how does it happen?”  Louis and Harry were shaking with laughter as Niall sat back and glared at both of them.

“For your information, Lewis, I wasn’t trying to ask her out.  It was a complete misunderstanding.”  Harry slapped Niall’s shoulder, shaking him slightly in his seat.  “Happens to the best of us, right Lou?”  Harry looked pointedly at Louis, nudging his chin in Niall’s direction.  Louis got the hint, and  piped up quickly.  “Sure Ni, sure.  I mean, can’t win em all can ya?”

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Based on Ed Sheeran’s Galway Girl 

Ever since Thomas Shelby’s wife had met her untimely death, it was as if not only Thomas himself and his family were grieving, but the entirety of Birmingham. Nothing was the same; a cloud of darkness seemed to hang over everyone’s head like a guillotine. It was rare to find a smile on anyone’s face. Parties weren’t the same either. No one danced or sang, it was as if people feared the idea of having fun at all, that perhaps if they let loose or sent a laugh ringing through the air Thomas Shelby would come and personally put a bullet through their head.

While many people were afraid of him, you were not.

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Party of One

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

Michael Gray x Reader

RequestHi! Can I request one where you’re good friends with the Blinders and you don’t really get along either Michael but then you end up hooking up?

This is my first time writing smut. It…was strange to write it, but I hope you enjoy it!

Warning: You are about to enter SMUTville. Please keep hands and feet inside the vehicle at all times. Thank you.

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A fic about: Brain injuries and comas and hopelessness. Miracles and recovery and life. 

Note: An original, non-request! 

You and Van were standing out the front of the pub. As he smoked, he watched you kick an empty can at the wall in a one-girl football match. You both turned automatically when a bottle smashed close by. It was followed by yelling. Van pushed off from where he was leaning against the wall, and you moved to his side to hold his hand, nervous about the commotion.

“Havin’ a bit of a scrap,” Van said.

Two guys were screaming in each other’s faces, hardly coherent at all. You couldn’t even ascertain what the fight was about their words were that malformed. There were a couple of people watching, nervous but apprehensive to step in, the same as you and Van. Then, a punch was thrown. Van immediately left your side and strode over to them.

“Van!” you called, reaching out for him.

“Stay here,” he said, pushing your hand away. You stopped moving and watched helplessly as Van stepped between the two guys. They continued to try to get at each other around him, and another guy stepped in to try to help.

“Why don’t ya mind ya own fuckin’ business!” one of the drunks yelled and threw another punch. His fist collided with Van’s face with enough force that he stumbled back. Time began to slow down as you watched Van fall backwards. His head hit the concrete sidewalk with a loud cracking sound that made everyone wince. The two drunks both took steps back, trying to distance themselves from the body lying motionless and bleeding out from the skull, like if there was space between them they wouldn’t have to take responsibility for what they had done.

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Say You’ll Want Me Pt. 3

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Part 1 - Part 2 

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How Convenient




“Could you have picked a shorter dress?” you asked, pulling at the skirt. Honestly, it wasn’t that short—it hit right about your knees. But it was a hell of a lot shorter than your favorite pair of jeans.

“Calm down,” Dean said. “We’re supposed to be suave people, right? But if you go around yankin’ at your dress, people are gonna realize we don’t belong.”

“But I feel like my ass is hanging out!”

Dean grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand away. “Stand up straight.”

You did so, fingers itching to grab the hem again. Dean stepped around you, examining the garment.

“You’re fine,” he said. “Everything’s covered.”

“I wish everything was covered. Why do I have to go with you? Just take Sam.”

“He’s sick.”

“Please. It’s just a man-cold.”

At that moment, a strange retching sound came from the bathroom.

“Tell that to the toilet,” Dean said. “Sam’s been attached to it for three hours.”


The party and investigation went off without a hitch. None of the other party-goers seemed to know that you and Dean were technically crashing the event. You didn’t hear any whispers about your outfit and somehow managed to keep from pulling at it too much.

The cursed necklace, the one that allowed the wearer to summon demonic powers, was found upstairs, hidden away in a surprisingly plain jewelry box. Dean took the whole thing and took it out to the Impala, locking it securely in the trunk.

“Anybody notice it was missing?” he asked as he found you again inside.

“No. Everyone is acting pretty much the same as they’ve been acting all night.” You glared up at Dean. “Boring.”

“Well,” Dean said, stepping behind you, fingers brushing against your hip. “What do you say we make this a little more interesting?”

“What’d you have in mind?”

Dean reached down and grabbed your hand, pulling you down the hall. He opened a door that led to a bathroom, leading you inside and locking the door behind him.

“Dean,” you said with a slight laugh. “What are you doing?”

“Showing you just how much I appreciate this dress.”


Dean stepped around you again, watching you in the mirror. “This dress,” he said, running his hands down your body. “Makes you look so damn good. Don’t you see how it hugs your curves?”


“This neckline,” Dean said, his fingers tracing the edge, barely slipping below the fabric. “Just enough to give me a peak.”

You laughed, arching your back so your chest was up and out.

“And this skirt,” Dean said, his fingers pulling at the hem—up, this time, instead of down. “Just short enough to keep my interest but long enough to keep the old bats out there from getting offended.”

“Pull it up a little higher,” you whispered. “I think you’ll find something else of interest.”

Dean did so and you felt his breath catch. His eyes were trained on the mirror, at the spot where your bared pussy looked back at him. “You little minx.”

“Why do you think I was so afraid of having my ass hanging out?”

Dean spun you around and lifted you onto the sink in one swift motion. “Little girl, you certainly do play a dangerous game.”

“It’s a game meant for two,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You wanna play?”

Dean’s fingers expertly undid his belt, pulling out his growing erection. You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips as your hand drifted down, wrapping around his dick. Dean inhaled sharply, glancing down as you pumped him to full mast. His own fingers dipped into your dripping cunt, your slick dripping down onto the sink.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Dean said, pulling your hips toward him, angling them upward. “I need to feel you.”

“Dean!” You cried out as he suddenly filled you, all the way to the hilt in one swift go.

“Shhh,” he said, clapping a hand over your mouth. “We don’t want to call attention to our situation, do we?”

You shook your head. After a few moments, Dean pulled his hand away, only to have his lips pulled to replace it. His hands gripped your hips, his thrusts causing the most devilish sounds to echo throughout the bathroom.

“Little girl,” Dean groaned. “Promise me you’re gonna keep this dress handy in the future.”

“Anything for you, Dean,” you promised.

Dean grunted, his hips beginning to stutter. One hand slipped between the two of you, his thumb finding your clit.

“Dean,” you moaned. “Dean, please.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” he said, applying more pressure. “Come on.”

A few more moments and you reached your climax, your pussy contracting around Dean’s dick. He made a few more minuscule thrusts before spilling into you. The two of you stayed connected, breathing heavily for a minute. Dean carefully pulled out of you, tucking himself into his pants.

“Hold on,” he told you. He pulled a hand towel from the bar behind him and ran it under the hot water. Then he cleaned you up, lightly pressing the towel against your still-sensitive pussy. “I know,” he whispered, his free hand landing on your hip, holding you in place. “There. All clean.”

Dean lifted you down from the sink, keeping a hand on you as he could see your legs trembling. He pulled your skirt down for you, patting you on the ass when he was done.

“Let’s go home,” Dean said, slipping his hand into yours. “I wanna see what that dress looks like on my bedroom floor.”

Five Minute Ficlet

The sky was blue, the sun was hot, the sand under your toes was perfection. You stretched your shoulders above your head and smiled, visualizing the vitamin D soaking into your bones. It was the best shore leave in recent memory. You waded out into the ocean up to your knees and turned away from the shore, feeling the spray from the waves spit across your face. There was a warm breeze that wrapped around you and between it and the waves lapping against you legs, all the tension from the past few months eased from your body.

You waded back to the shore and reapplied your sunscreen. You could feel the first prickles of sunburn across your freckled shoulders, and decided to take some time out of the sun to ensure the sunscreen would be effective. You grabbed your tote, stuffing your towel in it, and headed toward the bar.

“Something strong and slushy,” you requested. The bartender smiled and turned away to fix your drink and you stared out at the ocean from your vantage point. Out in the waves, someone was surfing, cutting across the waves with skill. You continued to watch as he toppled off the board, climbed back on, paddled out into the surf again, and stood up at the exact perfect moment to shoot the curl of a huge wave. The bartender slid your drink in front of you, and you passed your credit chip over without looking away from the surfer.

“Why aren’t you out there surfing?” He asked as he passed your chip back. You looked away from the ocean and smiled at the bartender.

“I never learned. Didn’t have the advantage of this as a kid,” you shrugged. “I’m taking a lesson tomorrow to try though. Is that the instructor?”

“Naw, sweetheart, that’s one of you Enterprise types. He’s been out there every day since you guys made leave,” the bartender replied with a laugh. You looked back out to the water, but the surfer was gone. You scanned the beach for any signs of him, but couldn’t see him anywhere.

A few minutes later, Doctor McCoy walked up to the beach bar, towelling his hair off.

“Y/N, I thought I saw you out there working on your burn,” he commented with a wink. “You must not have fried all your brain cells, if you finally took refuge in the shade.”

“Just refueling,” you laughed. “What have you been up to?”

“Just a little surfing,” he replied, nodding toward the bartender. Your jaw dropped.

“That was you out there?” You asked in surprise. “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a surfer.”

“Every chance I get, darlin’,” he smiled, handing over his credit chip to the bartender when his drink was placed in front of him.

“She’s taking a lesson tomorrow,” the bartender offered as he passed the chip back.

“Come back out with me after you’re done your drink. I’ll give you the basics,” Doctor McCoy offered.

“Are you sure, Doc?”

“Yeah, be my pleasure,” he smiled. You grinned and nodded.

“I’d love that, Doctor McCoy.”

“You can call me Leonard, Y/N,” he said. “It’s a little easier to scream.”

Your eyes widened and you stifled a laugh of surprise. His brow furrowed in confusion as he replayed the conversation in his mind and then he flushed and shook his head. 

“I meant if you’re falling off a surfboard,” he explained hastily. You bit your lip to stop yourself from laughing and grinned, taking another sip from your glass wordlessly. 

“Okay Leonard,” you finally managed.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever written, or consider writing any Karolsen first time? If not could it possibly be a prompt for the future? bc right now with m**-** having sex with Kara, girls who sleep with guys need more than anything, an actual respectful guy as an example. They need to know that if he doesn't respect them, he will never be good enough. They need to know that guilt-tripping them is not a reason to give him a part of themselves. They need to know that, like Kara, they deserve James & not m**-**

It’s been a couple of months since Kara and James went on a first date that had Kara terrified, that had Kara anxious, that had Kara nearly running – or flying – away from feeling, from risking everything, faster than Alex could talk her down.

It’s been a couple of months since Kara’s accepted that maybe, just maybe, she can truly be both – be Kara and Supergirl – with someone who’s not her sister or her platonic best friend.

It’s been a couple of months, and Alex approves.

Alex loves James a lot more than she’s willing to admit.

Loves him because he has never looked at her sister as anything less than capable; he has never looked at Kara with anything less than respect; he understood, without hesitation and without question, that Alex would rather die than fail to save Kara from the Black Mercy, and she knows, she knows, that he understood because he would have made the same decision.

And Kara’s been happy, been more bubbly – she didn’t know that was possible – since she calmed down from her initial cold feet, since she took Cat’s advice to dive into being a reporter, into being Kara Danvers, through her whole life, her entire life.

But the fact remained that her little sister isn’t only Kara Danvers, and that? That’s been keeping her from… certain things… with James.

Alex knows. And she’s offered absolutely no help for the situation, because she likes James, loves him, but she still needs to be absolutely sure that he won’t hurt her sister romantically. Sexually.

She gets sure the night she’s at the bar grabbing root beers for her and Maggie, and James is getting club soda and beer for him and Kara, and the new guy from Daxam is slinking over the bar, bartender’s towel draped over his shoulder, leaning conspiratorially into James.

“Come on, you can tell me: is it just so amazing, or what? Like, getting to bang  Supergirl? I mean, that must be – ”

“Dude, listen, I know you’re new here, but that’s not… that’s not how I talk about women, and anyway, we haven’t… we’re not…”

“Oh, oh, no no no, I get it. Is it Earth custom to not want to talk about your women, is that – ”

“No, man, it’s… it’s not an… Earth or Daxam thing, it’s just a… it’s a healthy, respectful relationship thing.”

Alex bites her lip and sighs down at the bar with a soft smile on her face, and it’s that night that she takes her little sister aside.

“Kara, listen, um… I know you and James haven’t… haven’t gone all the way yet – ”

Kara straightens and adjusts her glasses. “Okay, wow, we’re talking about this, okay – ”

“Is it… it’s because you don’t want to hurt him, right?”

“Hurt him? Alex, I could kill him, you know what happened in college when I made out with – ”

“Yes, I know, I’m practically still scrubbing the blood from his nose off my hands. But I’m saying… Kara, if you wanted to be more… intimate with him…. and obviously you don’t have to, you know that – ”

“I know, Alex, Maggie gave me the talk last week, and the week before that, and I’m pretty sure she gave James a talk, too – ”

Alex grins at the idea of her girlfriend taking an active role in sistering her little sister. “Yeah yeah, I know, but Kara, what’s I’m saying is… if the only reason you’re not having sex is because he’s human, I can help with that. Red sun lamps. I can install them at your place. Or his. If you wanted.”

Kara’s eyes go wide and Alex watches her mind whirl and her body temperature rise, and she brings a ladder and the red sun lamps over first thing in the morning.

“Kara, we don’t… we don’t have to do this tonight, you know. Just because Alex installed the lamps – which actually are pretty good mood lighting, too – you know that doesn’t mean we have to do anything.”

It’s been a long day and James has his arm around her as they kiss, her hands running up his shirt and his entire body stiffening with restraint.

Kara pulls back from their kiss and presses her forehead to his, grinning and taking off her glasses.

“James, you’re not… you’re not going to hurt me.”

James pffts and pulls back and shakes his head. “Kara, you’re Supergirl, I – ”

“I know I am, and I know you respect that, but I also know that with the red sun lamps, all you can think about is how you’re scared to hurt me because you don’t know the limits of my body without my powers.”

“That’s…” James wilts and sighs and grins slightly. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m thinking about.”

“Okay, and I get that. And I like that you’re worried about that. I like that you’re worried about me. But James…” She licks her lips and she gulps and she puts her hand on the back of his neck and pulls him closer to her slightly. “You can learn my limits. I trust you.” She brings his hand softly from her cheek to her waist. “I trust you. I… I want you.”

“Tell me. Tell me whenever you don’t like something, whenever you need to stop. And we will. I promise. Okay?”

Kara melts and nods and breathes deeply, slowly, in time with James.


He gulps and glances around her apartment. “You um… you deserve better than your couch.” She arches an eyebrow and his eyes flash. “For now,” he smiles, and Kara giggles. “Your bed?” he asks, standing and offering her a hand.

“Thank you, kind sir.”

James chuckles and Kara presses her body into his chest, his arms, relishing the way his entire body vibrates with his laughter.

“Kiss me?” she asks, and he complies.

It’s slow and it’s soft and it’s nothing if not tender, but Kara parts her lips and James’s tongue grazes hers slightly and she gasps quietly because god, god, god, she doesn’t have to worry about breaking his nose and she doesn’t have to constantly be running physics equations in her head to make sure she doesn’t break his skin with her nails and nothing has ever felt as amazing as his perfect lips on hers, so she gasps again, again, pulling him closer, and James’s hands tighten around her waist, her back, and Kara grins into his mouth.

“Something you want?” she flirts, her voice thick with her own shock, her own excitement, that something can feel this incredible, that she can let go this much. His eyes are sparkling with a raw passion she’s never seen, and she knows he must feel it, too.

“Kara Danvers, all I’ve ever wanted is to make you happy.”

She bites at her lip and tugs his hand as she walks backward toward the bed, relishing the way she doesn’t have to worry about dislocating his shoulder as she does so.

“So make me happy,” she whispers, and god, he does.

She leans back on the bed and he hesitates before kneeling on the mattress in front of her. She nods and she tugs at the hem of his shirt questioningly, and she can’t help the moan that escapes her lips when he tugs it off in one easy gesture, because she’s seen him shirtless before, but now? Now she can touch him the way she wants to, without restraint, without fear, and god, she wants to.

“Undress me,” she says, and it’s soft and it’s partially a question and it’s partially a command and James swallows several times and she wonders if he was this reverent with Lucy and thinks she might ask her next time they have lunch but then his hands are on her lips and he’s pulling gently at the hem of her shirt, and his eyes are locked into hers.

“Stop me whenever you want to, Kara,” he tells her again, and she nods impatiently and he grins and he starts lifting up her shirt. She sighs in relief but then whines when he doesn’t just tug it off like he did his own.

He chuckles again, but this time, it’s with his lips against her stomach, and she gasps and she forces her body still before remembering that sweet Rao, she doesn’t have to under these lamps, so she lets her back arch, lets her stomach rise to meet his perfect lips, and when a strangled moan escapes them, she can’t help but breathing out his name.

For each centimeter of skin he reveals with his almost agonizingly slow stripping of her clothes, he has soft kisses and softer nips and she breathes into his every motion, his every instant worshiping her body, worshiping her.

When her shirt is finally above her head and his gaze settles to her blushing chest, he pauses and his eyes are more intense than she’s ever seen him, and she’s seen him in his Guardian armor.

“Still good?” he asks, and she giggles slightly.

“Please proceed,” she tells him, but her laughter is cut off abruptly and transformed into an ecstatic gasp when he lowers his lips to her breasts, over her bra at first, but, at her whimpering and back-arching and whispered urgings, he tugs the straps – slowly, slowly – off her shoulders and reaches behind her – she’s never arched her back up quicker – to unhinge her bra, unhinging her in the process.

“James,” she sighs, and he just shakes his head as he looks down at her.

“You are so beautiful, Kara,” he whispers, and she expects him to go straight into an exploration of her breasts, but instead his lips come down to meet her own, and she can’t tell how long they kiss, skin to skin, chest to chest, but she knows it’s the best thing she’s ever felt, and she knows she wants more.

She reaches down to his belt buckle and he hisses and freezes, and she pulls her hand back immediately.

“Do you want – ”

“I don’t want to pressure you, Kara – ”

“I’m pretty sure you didn’t move my hand there, James,” she smiles softly, and he chuckles, his face utterly wrecked for her, and she loves it, loves it, loves him.

“If you want to, Kara, then yeah. Yeah, please.”

She undoes his belt slow and she undoes his belt without breaking eye contact with him, and he bites his lip and she loves it, loves watching him restrain himself, because god is it going to feel amazing when she tells him – again – that he doesn’t have to.

“Can I?” she asks, his jeans unzipped and her fingers in his belt loops. He arches his hips off the bed and helps her tug his jeans down, and she bites her lip at the sight of how badly he wants her.

“I want you, too,” she tells him, because suddenly he seems somewhat bashful, and she brings his trembling hands to her own jeans, and god does it feel good to be in nothing but underwear with him, but it’s going to feel even better to be wearing nothing with him.

“Kara, you’re sure?”

His eyes are a map of raw desire and a map of raw concern, and she brings her lips up to meet his.


And she was right – being naked with him does feel more incredible than anything she’s ever done, because god she doesn’t have to worry about saving the world or restraining herself to avoid ruining her world; she just has to worry about her, about him, and them.

And that? That’s not a worry at all.

Because it’s both adorable and incredibly sexy when he asks if he can go down on her, and if she didn’t understand the appeal of someone’s tongue between her legs before, she does now, because he is alternating between circles around her clit and straight-up pressure to her clit, moaning at how wet she is, his eyes never leaving her face, his hands reaching up to tease her nipples, to make sure her entire body feels incredible, and it does, god, it does, and when she whimpers that she needs more, he is so gentle when he slips his tongue inside her, even gentler when he slips one finger, then – at her begging – two, three, and he brings his tongue back to his clit and she doesn’t have to worry about breaking his fingers or his jaw or his nose when she cums hard and fast and thorough, pulsing around his fingers, coating his tongue with how good he’s making her feel, and he smiles into her body and she tugs him up to kiss her, because she’s not done, not done, not done.

She giggles when he fumbles with the condom wrapper and she giggles harder when he asks if she’s on birth control, not that he could get her pregnant, could he, and is there even Kryptonian birth control, but he just wants to be sure, and he’s rambling, isn’t he, and she frames her face in her hands and she doesn’t worry about straining the muscles in his neck as she pulls him back down for a kiss.

“James. You’re not going to hurt me, and you’re not going to get me pregnant, and Alex tells me that she had you STI tested and you’re good to go, and so am I, so if it’s all the same to you, I’d really like to – ”

“Wait, she was testing for STIs? She said it was because I got scratched by that alien last week – ”

“James, can we maybe not discuss my sister right now?”


He kisses her soft and she kisses him harder, and she flips him over and he hisses and she pauses and he grins – “No, no, that was a good sound, Kara” – and she holds his wrists down until she needs to feel his hands on her body, needs to feel his hands all over her, because I want you, please, James, please, and she doesn’t have to worry about restraining herself when he slips inside her again, slow and controlled and gentle and constantly making sure it doesn’t hurt, that it feels amazing, and sweet Rao it does, and she controls the rhythm, the depth, the pace, and his head tosses back into the pillow and he moans her name and she feels amazing  and she collapses over his body to kiss his neck while she brings him deeper inside her, as deep as she’s been wanting to take him, and he asks and she nods desperately so he brings his hand between their bodies and he pressures her clit with his thumb and she spills over the edge again at the exact moment he does, because god nothing’s ever felt like this before, and god, she loves him, loves him, and she’s pretty damn sure that, if the look in his eyes is any indication, he loves her, too.

She kisses him as he pulls out of her after a few long, long minutes of just breathing, breathing, trying to breathe, and he kisses her lips, her eyes, her nose, her forehead, before getting up to toss the condom. He returns with two glasses – one of orange juice and one of water – offering both to her.

“Wasn’t sure which you’d want.”

She goes for the orange juice and he smiles as he gulps some water and sets it on the bedside table, laying back down next to her, holding her, kissing her.

“Was that okay?” she asks softly, because he’s smiling and he’s sweet, but he’s always sweet, what if he’s just being polite, what if –

“That, Kara Danvers, was amazing. For you?”

She beams and does a tiny dance and he laughs and shakes his head and reaches for his phone. “Yeah,” she says, but her brow furrows, her eyes on his phone.

“Oh, no, I’m not that guy,” he says, flipping the screen so she can see what he’s doing. “I’m not gonna ghost on you by disappearing into my phone, I’m just ordering pizza and potstickers. Because I figured – ”

He doesn’t finish his sentence because her lips crash into his, and they kiss until it dissolves into laughter, because this?

This is perfect.

“Muddy Waters”

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“Hey Cat!” Maggie’s drawl broke the silence, and Catherine Baker dropped the feather she had been trying for the last ten minutes to affix to the shaft of one of her arrows. The feather was warped, and she didn’t have enough glue, so she very much needed to make the repair work. But some other time, because it was starting to irritate her, and her work always got sloppy if she got frustrated. She couldn’t afford sloppy when her arrows were all that stood between her and starvation. Or being walker chow.

With a sigh she picked it up off her lap and set it aside for the moment. “What, Maggie?” Cat tried to keep her annoyance out of her voice.

“T-Dog found a little lake in the woods, and it looks like it’s thawed. Cold as hell, but safe. We’re all gonna go in pairs so we can get clean. You coming?” Cat was immediately on her feet. It had been a long, uncommonly cold winter, which, despite the fortuitous fact that cold seemed to slow walkers down, had resulted in most of the group being reluctant to strip down and partake in any sort of bathing. Consequently, they all smelled almost as bad as the walkers. You got used to it, though.

“Definitely, I’ll put all this away and meet you by the cars?” Maggie nodded and disappeared out the tent flap. Shortly after, Cat wandered out of the woods and into the clearing with the cars, with her quiver, bow, and knapsack stuffed with relatively clean clothing, some towels, and a bar of soap. Her dark curls where clipped back, framing her pale face.

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Contents: 00q, domestic fluff

Warnings: May Induce Cavities, references to rimming (do I need to warn for that?)

Q woke to light filtering through unfamiliar curtains, cotton sateen sheets covering his body that were definitely a higher thread-count than he thought necessary for himself, and a luxurious warmth at his back that shifted as he rolled over.

“Good morning.”

Q blinked back the rest of his doze and smiled into ice-blue eyes.

“Good morning yourself. What time is it?”

“Does it matter?” Bond asked, threading his fingers through Q’s hair.

Q wanted to say no, not really, he could call it in today and have a lie-in, but that would be a disaster - there were two other agents in the field and a budgetary meeting in three days. Too much to do.

He leaned into the touch as he explained, and Bond heaved a sigh.

“No rest for the wicked.”

Q laughed and extracted himself from the bed reluctantly.

The impromptu morning together was welcome, although slightly awkward. He hadn’t meant to spend the night, really, but Bond had been so comfortable after, warm and… not soft, exactly, but it was the only word that Q could think of to describe Bond after sex. He was still all hard muscle, but there was a pliancy to him that Q found enchanting and he’d drifted off almost immediately.

Apparently Bond hadn’t minded, because here they were.

Did Bond keep tea? Or muffins, for that matter, or strawberry jam?

Q felt he should know details like this before sleeping next to someone, but somehow the finer points of their lives hadn’t seemed all that important in the two months since they’d started fucking.

Well, it had started as fucking, certainly. But now it had shifted into something that wasn’t quite fucking but wasn’t what Q considered ‘making love’ either - not that he’d ever really appreciated that euphemism.

But this was the first time he’d allowed himself to drift off to sleep in Bond’s bed, and the fact that Bond had let him meant something. Right? Q glanced over his shoulder as he left the bedroom for the loo, and caught Bond watching him. There was a gentleness in his eyes that Q had never seen before, and for the first time Q felt as if he were seeing underneath all the bravado and posturing - seeing the man behind the number.

It only lasted for a split second, but in that moment Q knew that yes, indeed, whatever this was - whatever it was going to become - meant as much to Bond as it did to him.

“Are you coming, or am I going to have to shower alone?” Q asked, winking, allowing Bond to put his swagger back into place.

“Showering alone is terribly overrated.”


Forty-five minutes later, Q pulled one of the towels off the bar beside the shower and handed it to James, who dried off, then left the blasted thing draped around his neck, the bloody show-off. Q respectably wrapped his own towel - well, the one he was using - around his waist and…

“Oh, buggering fuck.”

James turned, his face half-covered in shaving cream, one eyebrow raised in silent query.

“I don’t have a toothbrush,” Q explained.

“You can use mine, if you want,” Bond said nonchalantly, as if sharing a toothbrush was as commonplace as sharing a pen.

“What? No. Ew.”

“Q,” Bond said, turning fully to face him. “You just had your tongue up my arse. I don’t think sharing a toothbrush is any more invasive than that.”

“Yes, but…” Q started. It was a good point, and one that was nearly impossible to refute, but there was something different about sharing a toothbrush…

“Or you can go into the office in yesterday’s clothes and with morning breath.”

Q glared at him and stalked to the sink, bumping James to the side with his hip.

“Give me the damn toothbrush.”

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Ascendance of a Bookworm – 051

Taking a Bath With Freida

I nervously watch the oven, wondering if this really is going to turn out alright. This pound cake is a dessert that uses liberal amounts of some very precious ingredients. Not only am I in someone else’s house using someone else’s ingredients, but this is also the very first sweet I’m making for Freida. I cannot mess up.

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Every fictional character ever is out to kill you for a reason that no one will tell you. Describe your race through the multiverse as you try to stay alive while you solve the mystery and clear your name. You have nothing with you but a roll of duct tape, a condom, a towel, and a Snickers bar.