wonder clock

I Think I’m In Love With You

Author: ceruleanbucky

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

WARNINGS: SMUT, cursing, oral (male and female receiving), UNPROTECTED SEX, fingering, sexual tension, fluff, and overall sin.

A/N: guy’s I’ve updated twice in like a week and a half what is happening?!?! I mean, it’s not necessarily bad. Also, this fic is hella long, and I;m not going to lie, I’m really proud of it. Hope you guys like it! Part two of “Seven Minutes In Heaven” is coming next week.


You wake up with a start, breathing heavily and covered in a thin sheen of sweat. You tried to recall what it was you were dreaming about, but to no avail. You eventually give up, thinking that it was another nightmare.

You glance at your alarm clock, wondering about the time. Seeing that you have two more hours to sleep, you gladly roll over and go back to sleep.

When your alarm goes off, you feel even more tired than you were earlier. You still manage to drag yourself out of bed, and start your day. It’s then when you smell the bacon, and the coffee. Perking up at the idea of a good breakfast, you put on some more decent pyjamas, and head to the kitchen. Most people are still asleep, seeing as the sun is only just rising, so you wonder who is in the kitchen. You step in, and find Bucky cooking up a storm.

“Sad, or mad?” You ask as you walk in, knowing it’s one of the two. He looks at you with confusion, so you rephrase.

“Are you cooking because you’re sad, or because you’re pissed off? Because I know you, Bucky, and it’s only one of those two.” You smirk at your friend, earning a smirk back.

“Neither actually.” He side-eyes, adding to your curiosity.

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Brionne — Timed Painting // 60 minutes

It’ll be really hard choosing a starter in USUM… I love Litten but I really want a Brionne named Precious!

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Addiction is shooting up in the nearest Wendy’s bathroom because you simply cant wait any longer. It forces you to call your dealer at 12:03am because your money just came through and you’ll be damned if you have to wait until a more reasonable hour. It’s crawling around on the floor desperately hoping to find a random pill or speck of drugs you dropped. It’s not just because you cant wait to get high. It’s mainly because you cant spend another second rocking back and forth, staring at the clock, wondering how only 5 minutes have passed. Addiction is impatient, unforgiving, and manipulative. Don’t test it. If you go in thinking you’ll stay in control, you will lose, and you’ll never be the same again.
—  Thoughts from a recovering addict
Be A Good Girl - Smut

Originally posted by hothothotgg

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 4,294
AN: PURE FILTH. I apologize in advance. Thanks to @writing-obrien and @celestial-writing for their input and Chloe for worrying that I was killing the poor reader here. Trust me, she can handle it lmao.


To say that Stiles was a bit of an exhibitionist was an understatement. He liked to fuck you wherever and whenever he wanted, and he got off on the fact that you could be caught at any moment. It had surprised you at first, the normally sarcastic and awkward boy hadn’t struck you as the type, but he was kinky as fuck, and good at what he did. He could leave you a writhing, panting mess with just his words, and his mouth and tongue were more than you could handle sometimes. His fingers were a godsend, and he knew how to get you off quicker than you could do it yourself. On top of his insatiable daddy kink, things with him were never boring.

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#DCSDCC: DC meet the publisher panel + The Spotlight on Geoff Johns Panel summary:
  • 2018: Dan & Jim reveal that in addition to the core line, DC will focus on DC Young Readers + books for older fans from BIG talent 
  • Coming soon: WONDER WOMAN: EARTH ONE VOL. 2. Morrison calls it the Empire Strikes Back of this Wonder Woman trilogy. (x)
  • WONDER WOMAN: EARTH ONE, VOL 2 will be Amazons vs. Nazi army. Morrison assures that this will have the ultimate Amazon army. (x)
  • Also coming soon from Grant Morrison: ARKHAM ASYLUM 2.
  • The most emotional Geoff Johns has ever felt writing a comic: the Wally/Barry scene in #DCRebirth Special.
  • Geoff Johns and Dan DiDio just revealed the first images from DOOMSDAY CLOCK! (x)
  • DOOMSDAY CLOCK takes place over 12 issues and takes place a year from now. It celebrates ALL of DC’s history (x)
  • Geoff Johns revealed Luthor meets & talks to Ozymandias.
  • Geoff Johns on DOOMSDAY CLOCK: “I love seeing the smartest men from two different worlds meet. This world’s is Lex Luthor.”
  • Geoff Johns confirms #DoomsdayClock releases day before Thanksgiving.

So…ABC’s Inhumans show is, um, yeah. It suffers. A lot. I gave up at the thirty-six minutes mark. Why that specific number? I was watching the clock wondering how much time had passed, it was so weird. It felt like it had dragged on longer than it did, but at the same time, I felt like they were just getting started because nothing interesting had happened yet. So weird.

If this was the first half of the 2000s things would probably look better as far as story and sets and effects goes. Costuming? No. It looks like cosplay fare, and poor Medusa has seams in weird places that you can see from across the room. And the wig. Oh, the wig.

The acting? I like to give actors the benefit of the doubt since their lines are really, really clunky. I’d like to say I’d give it another chance but, um….I won’t. Sorry.

This has been the unsolicited opinion of myself. Thank you.

If you find you’re going to sleep at 3, 4, 6am, and want to switch back to daylight hours, I find going the “jetlag” route can sometimes be easier. This method is based largely on personal experience. It works well for me, I hope it can help you guys 8D

Take a twenty minute nap at your “usual bedtime” (that stupid-o'clock AM). This might mean you’re going “to bed” at 3am and getting up at 3:20. Yep, that’s what I mean. You’re gonna feel pretty worn out during this process, and probably a bit groggy the day after, but by day three, you should be back on track.

Then sometime BEFORE the sun hits its Zenith (So, before 1pm DST, before noon when not DST), spend a minimum of 30 minutes in the sun. Take a walk; sit on the porch reading a book; go to your nearest pokestop and throw down a lure. I recommend doing this around 11, to insure that you get a full 30 minutes before the sun hits its apex no matter where you are on the globe, or when you are in the year. This sun exposure can do WONDERS for your circadian clock. This isn’t just for your eyes, but your whole body. Shorts and a T-Shirt works best if you can manage it.

After you’ve said hello to that great ball of fire in the sky, Stay Up until at LEAST 8pm. If you find yourself nodding off earlier, stay active and engaged as much as you can. I find brain teasers like picross or the Einstein logic puzzles work great. You don’t have to be any good at them, just something to keep your brain running hard enough you don’t nod off from inactivity. Having a friend can help a lot here too.
If you’re having the opposite problem and that second wind just will NOT go away, don’t stay up past 10pm. Even if you’re lying in bed with your eyes closed at that point, just lying at rest for an extended time makes a HUGE difference to your energy levels. Hopefully, you fall asleep eventually, because:

Do NOT get up out of bed until at LEAST 6am the next morning. Even if that means you wake up at 4 and have to doze or read a book for a while. The key to keeping a consistent circadian rhythm (in my experience) isn’t just your lie down time but also your wake up time. I recommend setting an alarm for like 8am to make sure you don’t oversleep, but try to let yourself wake up “naturally” if you can.

From there, just stick with it. Lie down at a fairly set “bedtime” and wake up at a fairly set morning hour.

PS Regarding stimulants, (and keep in mind, these will vary WILDLY depending on your personal experiences and relationship with stimulants. This advice is based off of personal experience and common observations, but there are PLENTY of exceptions)
If you caffeinate late in the day, try dialing back how much, and/or make sure you stop drinking 4-6 hours before bedtime. If you take an extended release don’t take it late, just skip it if you oversleep. Taking my meds at noon ALWAYS screws with my sleep schedule.

Come Home to Me

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Request: Hey!! I love your writing I was wondering if u can write one about Y/N being a famous actor and being away filming a movie and Shawn calling her and telling her how much he misses her??

Word Count: 1,175

Come Home to Me

“And cut” the director yelled at you.

“That was amazing, y/n. The scene turned out beautifully. Such a pleasure working with such a talent” his kind words made you blush, but you smiled happily back at him.

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Wicked Games (4)

Originally posted by baekhyunstolemyeyeliner

Part 1 | Part 2 (M) | Part 3 | Part 5| Part 6

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Not proofread, so please don’t mind any errors.


You gazed at Sehun lying beside you, still holding tightly onto you as if you were going to disappear. You were used to waking up to an empty bed, but you remembered last night and how weak and vulnerable he looked as you held him in your arms until he fell asleep.

It was the first night that didn’t end up with the two of you up into the early hours of the morning, messing around in the sheets. Instead, it was replaced with your arms around him, his head tucked into the crook of your neck as you gently threaded your fingers through his hair.

The routine that you had gotten accustomed to was beginning to change and you weren’t sure where it was taking you. 

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aquarpisc  asked:

Hi, my birthday is February 19th and I'd love something along the lines of enemies to lovers Modern AU (smut) if that's possible. Thank you so much to all the authors who contribute!! <3

Originally posted by butteryplanet

Wishing you a wonderful birthday! To start you days off right, the always delightful @appleblossomgirl0305 has written this perfect bit of Everlark, just for you! Enjoy!


Treed

Rating: M/E

Trigger warnings: Logging operations? Heights? The mating habits of quail?

A/N: Happy birthday! I hope all of your birthday wishes come true! Never-ending gratitude to @xerxia31 for helping in every way possible.


Peeta hunkered down in his chair, swiveling away from the opening of his cubicle. He had two immediate problems; his editor was looking for him and he was hungover. Again. Plutarch Heavensbee was hard to take on a normal day, but with a blazing headache and already sour stomach, Peeta feared the consequences of a run in this morning.

“Damn,” he muttered, sucking a sharp whistling breath as he burned his tongue on his scaldingly hot coffee. Why did the little kiosk in the entryway always insist on making horribly weak, but ridiculously hot coffee? Maybe a better question was why he continued to buy it. But every time he walked into the chrome and marble opulence of the Capital Media Corps foyer, with its twenty stories of frantically busy, hungry machine of information and commerce looming above him, he felt like an imposter. He felt like every silk-shirted woman in her clackity-clacking heels determinedly running to the next important story, each shiny-shoed, cuff-linked man barking into his cell phone that he “needed it yesterday, dammit!” could tell he didn’t really belong there. That he was a small-town boy from District 12 who still dreamt of his parent’s bakery, cinnamon and dill-scented tendrils curling through his dreams.

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Raeken’s Game

Theo x Fem!Reader

Summery: Theo brings his troublesome Beta (Y/N) with him to Beacon hills. When she starts to get bored and uncontrollable Theo creates a new game, involving the unsuspecting McCall pack.

Warnings: Smut, sex, swearing, heavy petting, flirting, teasing, Dom!Theo, Sub!Reader, oral

Part Two


“I hate it here.” You huffed and refused to be removed from the middle of Theo’s bed.

“We’ve been here for a week (Y/N), besides yesterday you said you liked it here.” He sighed as he walked out of the bathroom and grabbed at the clothes he’d set on the chair next to the door before his shower.

“I want to play with Scott McCall.” You growled and he rolled his eyes.

“No (Y/N), your playing is flirting with him till he’s ready to burst and then setting him loose on the town.” He stopped when you scowled and him and grabbed your leg so he could tug you to the edge of the bed. “He’s a True Alpha, you leave him to me.”

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Legacy, Phillip Hamilton x Reader

Prompt: Unprompted! Inspired by this poem: “ So maybe you’re a fool, headfirst in love / with ink beneath your fingernails. ”

Words: 701

Author’s Note: I know I already posted this, but I’m trying out a new layout! Let me know how you like it (I’m going back and changing the layout on my old fics)! I’ve also been listening to In the Heights like crazy so I would love some requests for ITH!

Warnings: Mentions of Alexander cheating on Eliza, comparison between father/son. Suggests the Hamiltons aren’t happy.

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Six. He was a split image of his father, people would tell him. People three feet taller with tight corsets and large jewelry. He didn’t know who they were trying to impress, but he always wondered how heavy they must have felt with all that weight on their shoulders.

His parents would beam with pride, but that was years before the Reynolds incident. They were happy back then. Happier.

Thirteen. He had yet to acknowledge the girls who giggle when he walks by. It took him another few years to realize why they were giggling.

Everyday he felt heavier than the day before. He remembers the women with large jewelry and red lips. How they carried themselves under the gaze of their father or husband or brother. He feels that way whenever he asks himself, “What would father do?”

Sixteen. A girl asked if he would write her. He didn’t know what to say. He told her he would, but he never found the words to go on the paper. He wondered how his father did it.

“It’s not about the words. It’s about the girl.” His father told him.

He never wrote that girl.

Eighteen. He hadn’t written letters with, ‘My name is Philip-’ in years. Instead he neatly signed, ‘Philip Hamilton’ at the bottom of each letter. They were never to women, though he had a few options.

He would write to his aunts on special occasions, but he never felt the rush of writing he often watched his father experience as a child.

He wrote like he was running out of time. Sometimes Philip would sit at his father’s desk. There were distinct carves in the woods, where his father had a nice bout of inspiration. He’d trace the dents, watching the clock and wonder how many words his father would have spit out in the thirty, forty, fifty seconds that passed.

Nineteen. You reconnected with the Hamilton boy at a market on accident. You used to see him being escorted around ballrooms by his parents. He asked if he could write you. He’d never asked someone that before. You said he could, and that you would write back enthusiastically.

He rushed home that day, using his father’s desk and quill - the same desk and quill he had used to dig him into a hole regarding the Reynolds.

‘My name is Philip-’ He wrote for the first time in years. He almost crossed it out. He didn’t.

‘I am a poet, and I’m a little nervous but I can’t show it. I’m continuing a legacy, I’m afraid I can barely write to you legibly.’

He added many more dents to his father’s desk that night. He sealed the letter when it reached nine pages - which happened to be the age he first saw you - and realized he couldn’t wait for the post to deliver it to you.

He rushed to your home when the sun had been down for several hours. He felt stupid standing on your stoop, knocking vigorously. What would your servants say about the frazzled Hamilton boy showing up at your door unannounced?

You answered the door. He never believed in fate before that moment.

You hugged your cover up closer at the sight of him. You told him you sent your servants to sleep hours ago, that you couldn’t sleep and wasn’t sure why. Philip swelled with pride at the thought that maybe you had been waiting up for him.

He offered you his letter. You took in the sight of him. Ink-stained hands. Disheveled hair. Frazzled expression. To any outsider, he was a split image of his father.

You always thought he looked nothing like his father.

You absorbed his letter as fast as he had written it. You wondered if this is what Elizabeth Schuyler felt when she had met a young and spirited Alexander Hamilton. Absolutely and completely helpless.

He grinned sheepishly when you looked at him with something he used to see in his mother’s eyes at the thought of his father. He shook the thought from his mind. You weren’t his mother. He wasn’t his father.

Together, you were something completely new and different. You blew each other away.

ML Fluff Month || Day 8

AN: My dudes, I did not plan on making this a reveal but it sorta just happened

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Day 8- New

Marinette yawns behind her hand as she turns another page of her physics textbook. She glances at the clock and is pleasantly surprised when it reads 12 a.m. instead of the usual 3 or 5 a.m. that she has become accustomed to seeing these past few days.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t a large influx of akuma attacks piled on top of schoolwork that has been keeping her up so late. The akuma attacks have been rather tame as of late and the designer counts her lucky stars that it stays like this just a while more. And even more shocking news, school has been rather calm as well. With a bulk of the school year’s work out of the way, it was the calm before the storm.

What’s been keeping her up so late was actually a black cat. Although this cat’s company was welcomed, it was seriously cutting into the designer’s sleep. But she didn’t give it much thought until after the cat had left. She just looks at the clock and wonders where the time flies because it certainly couldn’t have gotten so late.

“Knock knock,” an all too familiar voice calls out. A smile makes its way on to the designer’s face at the sound. She rolls away from her desk and waves the cat in. “Hey Princess, studying?”

Marinette shakes her head and closes the textbook. “Just refreshing a bit,” she says with a stretch. “What brings you here tonight kitty?”

Chat chuckles and takes a seat on her desk. “You say that as if I always have a reason for coming here besides spending time with my favorite person.”

“Mm now I know you have a reason this time,” Marinette replies, as she puts her schoolwork away. “Something’s got you in a chipper mood, and if I remember correctly, the last time you were like this ended up with us stargazing somewhere. So excuse me for picking up on it this time.”

“You know me too well Princess.” Raising his hands in defeat, Chat surrenders. But the grin on his face doesn’t falter. “You got me. I might have something planned.”

“Does this plan involve traveling? Cause I’d rather be prepared and grab a sweater this time.” Despite the days in Paris being warm and sunny for the most part, it did tend to cool down a little by the late nights. Though this normally wouldn’t be a problem, zipping across the rooftops in just pajamas tend to be chillier.

“It’s really not that chilly out. Besides, you always have me to keep you warm,” Chat says with a wink. “But yes, we are going out for a bit.”

Marinette rolls her eyes and grabs a thin cardigan off her coat rack. “Ready when you are kitty cat.”



Marinette sighs and looks at the light’s whizzing past. Even though she loved zipping through streets and across rooftops with her yoyo, she had to admit there was a certain charm to taking a trip with Chat and his baton. The feeling was a cross between bouncing on a pogo stick and pole vaulting. She could feel Chat’s muscles moving beneath her, and sometimes her cheeks would heat up if she focused on them for too long.

“You okay Princess? Kinda quiet back there,” Chat called out, turning his head just a fraction to get a quick glance at her.

“Just taking in the sights. Where are we going anyway?”

“That is a secret for me to know, and for you to find out pretty lady.” Chat chuckles when he hears the girl on his back scoff. Although the emerald eyed cat boy seemed all smiles and fun, he was nervous underneath his cool exterior. He had been planning this for quite a while and hoped that his Princess would figure out the reason behind it come tomorrow morning. “But since I’m such a nice cat, I’ll let you in on a hint. It’s something you’ve told me you wanted to do before the school year was over.”

“That was literally no help,” Marinette says after a moment of thinking back to what she could’ve told him. “I said a lot of things Chat. Can’t I get another hint?”

“Sorry Princess, my lips are sealed.” Chat felt Marinette’s sigh against him, and it puts a smile on his face just thinking about the way her lips look when she pouts.



“You brought me to get my ears pierced?” Marinette asks as Chat sets her down on her feet. “I think you’ve gone crazy. Only you would find a place that’s open past midnight to do this.”

“Well I can’t exactly run away with you during the day to get it done so past midnight is what we have to work with.” Chat slung his arm around Marinette’s shoulder and pulls her towards the parlor entrance. He stops with his hand on the door knob and looks down at the shorter female tucked under his arm. “You do want to do this, right? Because if you don’t I can always take you back home.”

“Yeah, I’m good. I do want this, I was just surprised, you know. Let’s go in.” Marinette was grinning brightly, the excitement starting to set in.



“I can’t believe we did it. We actually went and got our ears pierced.” Marinette was bouncing with joy in her seat. She held up the hand mirror and couldn’t stop looking at the new dainty cuff piercings adorning her left ear. It was a simple and clean design comprising of three thin gold rings that sat snuggly against her ear with a cute little black cat charm sitting on the center ring. “I can’t believe you got one too!”

Chat laughs and shakes his head. “May I remind you that mine is fake, you know I can’t get any real ones for myself.”

“Yes, yes I know. But we got matching ones! It’s too cute. Thank you, thank you thank you,” Marinette all but squeals as she envelopes Chat in a tight hug.

The blond cat boy strokes her hair and presses a kiss to the crown of her head. “Anything for you Princess.” He glances at the clock and sighs. “I’ve taken away enough of your sleep, try to catch some shut eye before school.” Chat smiles and presses one last chaste goodnight kiss to her forehead and bids her farewell.



Marinette’s ear was still a bit red the next morning but she didn’t worry about it as the piercer had told her that some redness was normal after a piercing. The designer opted to keep her hair down in order to hide the new addition from her parents and rushed to school, making it just before the bell rang.

She slumped into her seat and closed her eyes after greeting her friends. The blue haired designer hadn’t gotten much sleep as inspiration struck after getting the piercings done and Chat had left. So she took out her design book and sketched out some ideas before falling asleep.

Adrien walked in not much longer after Marinette and took his seat in front of her.

The day was going by as usual. Alya occasionally sent her notes to pass the time when the class was getting boring. It wasn’t until Adrien turned in his seat to pass her the stack of papers did she notice the dainty gold rings on his ear, dainty earrings that matched her own. She froze in her seat, hand holding on to the papers but making no move to pass them back. Alya had to nudge her to get her moving again.

During the entire class period her thoughts kept drifting over to the earrings adorning Adrien’s ear. All the similarities began falling into place and on more than one occasion did she want to smack herself on the forehead for not realizing it earlier. He had even called her ‘lady’ more than a few times but each time she paid it no mind and wrote it off as a slip of the tongue.

Once lunch finally rolled by she dragged Adrien off to talk with him, surprising both Alya and Nino.

“How long have you known?” Marinette asked once they were a good ways away from the others.

“A few months? I saw you drop your transformation by accident. I was about to drop mine behind the dumpster when you landed in the same alley. Before I could say anything Marinette was in Ladybug’s place.” Adrien shifted his weight from foot to foot, his nerves coming back even stronger than when he first walked into class.

Marinette stood there speechless for a while, making Adrien more worried by the second that he made a mistake.

“Jeez, and here I thought that I’d be the one to figure you out first kitty,” Marinette finally said, chuckling as she shook her head. “You’re pretty sneaky chaton, using one of my wishes to reveal yourself to me.”

“Hey, you try keeping your paws to yourself when you figure out the love of your life is also the cute girl you’ve been crushing on. Give meow some credit Princess,” Adrien said after letting go of the breath he’d been holding, slipping in to his alter ego easily.

“Paws to yourself? You didn’t do a very good job then.” Marinette laughed as she shoved her blond cat lightly.

Adrien shrugs his shoulders before draping his arm around the smaller girl, much like how he’d done the night before. “Well if I’m being pawfectly honest, you make it pretty hard to do so, my lady.”

It’s Always Been You.

Anon asked: Possible a Soulmate!AU with Poe x Reader, where you all have those soulmate timers, and Poe wonders why the hell his timer doesn’t display anything as you still ponder whether or not to get one, until you decide to and visit the Med Bay with Leia as she comforts you, until it gets installed and you realize it’s Poe?

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Oh, this one was such a cute request I absolutely HAD TO do it!)

Soulmate AU: Poe Dameron x Reader

Plot Summary: Poe’s timer had been blank from the day it was installed when he first enlisted in the Resistance. You’ve been his friend ever since you both enrolled at your teen years, yourself opting out of the Timer Placement Initiative because the General was in dire need of a right-hand, and worrying about soulmates distracted from the work that needed to be done. When you have the time to think about the timer, you decide to finally have it implemented. When it’s installed, you can’t help but wonder why the clock that showed up has only two minutes left.

Originally posted by izaacoscar

Blank. Not even a display of numbers showed up on the screen as Poe looked down at his wrist, dissatisfied.

Another day where he doesn’t know who the hell he’s supposed to be in love with. At first, it seemed nice, having the freedom to love whomever, but everyone had their timers and was waiting for their soulmate.

And at this point, he wanted his so very badly, praying that his soulmate was the person he already wanted, but the timer proved otherwise.

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