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Request: could you please write a siriusxreader where he and james have the habit to take the cloak and stay up late in the commom room making bets about the couples making out and one night they caught their best friend, the reader, making out with a guy and she heard them and leave with the guy to her dorm and sirius stops talking to her and you can finish how you want?

“Guess we’ll have a boring night.” – Sirius said, sitting under the invisibility cloak with James. – “I can’t believe there’s not a single…” – But he stopped suddenly, when the portrait hole just opened up. He almost jumped up to greet Y/N, but then he saw a guy behind her, hand in hand, leading him into the common room.

“That was close.” – He breathed out as they plopped down on the couch. – “I thought Filch is going to murder us.”

“No, he’d prefer to torture us first, haven’t you heard that from him before?” – She giggled and rolled her eyes.

Rhys leaned closer and put his hand on her thigh. “Well, usually I’m not getting into any troubles… like you.”

“I don’t know what are you talking about.” – She replied with her most innocent face, looking up at him before he pressed his lips against hers, kissing her so passionately and deeply she had to lean back on the couch immediately.

Meanwhile, Sirius’ heart was beating in his ears and felt he could just go and rip the bloke apart – but more and more he saw he just really wanted to leave. He couldn’t watch this anymore. “I want to go.” – He almost jumped up, but James grabbed his arm, pulling him back to the ground just in time, while he was still under the cloak.

“What was that?” – Y/N asked suddenly, breaking the kiss while Rhys rested his hand under her skirt.

“I haven’t heard anything.” – He said quickly, in the attempt to continue what he started. A few seconds later she heard something again – and now she was sure. James and Sirius doing that again.

Anger filled her immediately; she always told them it’s a terrible thing to do, but knowing that her best friends sneaking up on her to…

She jumped up suddenly, taking the boy’s hand. “Come to my dorm. It’s more private there, you know.” – She said loudly, glancing on the corner where she heard the noises before. Rhys shot a half grin at her before they both left.


“It’s nice to actually see you!” – Y/N yelled after she arrived to the Great Hall, sitting down next to Sirius. James looked at her almost scared, knowing she’d easily hex him. – “You really are both huge prats, you know that?”

“Sorry! We didn’t know you had a date.” – James said desperately.

She looked at him across the table with a furious face. “You shouldn’t do this at all! There’s privacy, you know!” – She said loudly, trying to not shout. – “And what if I wouldn’t hear you? Then you just sit there, watching me having sex on the couch with Rhys?”

Sirius shifted in his chair, but still stayed in silence.

“No! We usually leave when that part comes.” – James said in a low voice, causing her to roll her eyes. – “Look, I’m really sorry.”

She sighed, shaking her head before she turned to Sirius. “And you have nothing to say?”

“Not really.” – He answered shortly, now even bothering to look into her eyes before he stood up, grabbed her backpack and left the Great Hall. Y/N was so shocked she couldn’t even speak for a long minute.

“What’s gotten into him?” – She asked James, but he just shrugged, looking at his plate, carefully avoiding her gaze. She shrugged too; she get used to Sirius’ mood swings by now. Besides, she was still angry with the boys for what they did.

But hours passed and he didn’t talk to her. He didn’t even sit next to her at classes, when she asked something he didn’t even hear – or just acted like he haven’t. At the end of the day, after dinner, she stopped him in front of the Fat Lady, not bearing his strange and annoying behaviour anymore.

“Sirius, what is wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” – He said, ready to leave her, but she grabbed his arm.

“Really? Because it seems to me you’re angry with me since this morning. Or yesterday night.”

The memory made him angry immediately. “Well, sorry, it wasn’t a pleasant sight for my eyes to see your sweet Rhys running his hands all over you.”

She closed her eyes and shook her head, trying to understand the situation. “Why is that bothering you, actually?”

“It isn’t! I just… I thought you’re not one of those girls.”

Her eyes widened in anger. “One of those girls?! You mean like those girls whom you like so much, right? Those who let you in your bed so easily? Because I don’t remember I’ve ever heard you complain about them.” – Sirius opened his mouth, but she continued quickly. – “And I’ve never complained either about them.”

“That’s completely different! And why would you complain? It’s none of your business.”

Her jaw dropped. “Do you even hear yourself?” Yes, that’s not my business, just as it isn’t yours what I do with other guys!” – She shouted, causing several paintings to hiss at them. – “Or you’re the only one who can sleep around?  Using girls to make yourself better and forget about bad things? To feel yourself not so lonely sometimes?”

As she stopped and Sirius’ eyes darkened, she knew she crossed a line, but before she could’ve said something, he spoke up in a low voice. “Fuck you, Y/N. Oh, I forget somebody already done that.” – He said before he left, stepping through the portrait hole. She went after him, seriously considering to curse or hex him from behind, or at least shouting something to him, but by the time she was inside, Sirius was out of her sight.

She plopped down next to James, tears choking her and face red from the anger. “What happened?” – James asked, eyebrows furrowed.

She took several deep breaths before she could speak without crying. “Your friend angry with me, because… I don’t even know! He’s an idiot.”

James exhaled slowly. “You seriously don’t know why he’s angry with you?”

“Well, he’s because he thinks I slept with Rhys. But other than that… it’s none of his business. He shouldn’t be angry with me because of that!”

“Yes, but… wait, did you say he thinks? So you didn’t… you know.”

Y/N shot an angry look at him. “Not like it matters, but no. I was too angry after I realized you saw me.” – And I like someone else anyway, she thought.

“And what the guy said?”

She shrugged. – “He was furious and left. He was an asshole, actually.”

James adjusted his glasses and sat closer to Y/N. “Listen. You should talk to Sirius.”

“Sure, I will! After he apologized.” – She remembered something then, and after she ran her fingers through her hair, she sighed. – “But that’s probably not going to happen. I said ugly things to him too.”

“I’m sure you can…” – He started, but she cut him off.

“But he started this! It was his fault, right?”

“Talk to him.” – James said slowly.

“After he apologized.” – Y/N said again, leaving her friend on the common room who rolled his eyes at her. She knew, very well that Sirius too proud and stubborn to say sorry first. The only problem is that she was the same.


And they managed to spend four days without talking each other. It was only sarcastic comments or judging looks and short, sad glances when the other hasn’t noticed.

Until they went to Hogsmeade together and the other left them alone at a table; James, Remus and Peter went to another round of butterbeer while Lily and Marlene went to the loo, but curiously, none of them returned.

After ten minutes of awkward silence Sirius emptied his glass and jumped up. “I go and kill them.”

But Y/N grabbed his arm. “Can’t we talk?” – She had no idea why she said this, maybe the firewhisky, maybe the last four days were too much without him, but she wanted to talk. Sirius looked down at her for a long moment before he slowly sat back down, said nothing, but watching her carefully. – “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said… what I said.”

He just nodded slowly, so she quickly folded her arms and raised her voice. – “But I’m still angry with you, you know. You were…”

“An asshole, yes, I know.” – He leaned back on his chair and took a deep breath. – “I’m sorry for sneaking up on you and for everything I said after that. I… it’s really not my business what are you doing.” – He only looked into her eyes at the end, and she could see the honest regret and sadness in the depth of his pupils. But she only nodded as well.

“So are you and Robbie or Rick or something still dating?” – Sirius asked, avoiding he gaze again, looking into his empty glass.

She sighed. “No. We haven’t… nothing happened.”

“Oh.” – He said in surprise. – “Why? I mean… only if you wanna talk about it.” – He added quickly, seeing a flick of anger on her again.

She looked into his eyes for a long moment. Mostly because of you, she was thinking, but just shrugged. “It doesn’t matter.”

“But he didn’t hurt you, did he? I just learnt a new hex and I’d gladly test on him.”

She laughed. “There’s no need for that.”

Seeing her laughing reminded him why he was so furious on that night in the common room. “I really am sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s fine. But I still don’t understand why you were so angry with me.”

“Because…” – He stopped for a second, thinking about if he should lie or not, but the words escaped him before he could’ve think through properly. – “I like you.”

She raised her eyebrows. – “Well, I hoped that after long years of friendship you like me.”

And there was the perfect excuse; he could lie so easily, but this time he wasn’t able to do it. – “No, I mean… it’s a bit more than friendship… for my part. Or a lot more than that.”

Her lips parted and looked at him shocked before a short laugh burst out from her. “Are you serious?”

He narrowed his eyes. “I am Sirius, Y/N, but we talked about this.”

Her face was still amused, but her voice was low. “Why haven’t you… you know, asked me out?”

“Would you have said yes?” – He asked in disbelief.  

“Yes.” – She laughed again, seeing his shocked reaction.

Sirius tilted his head back and growled before he looked back at her, staring for a few seconds. She was still grinning, and it made him smile too. “So, now that we cleared that we were both blinds and idiots, will you go out with me?”

She pouted, which turned into a smile soon. “I don’t know, you just called me an idiot.” – Sirius let out a tired sigh, so she continued. – “Of course I’ll go out with you, you dolt.”

Y/N could see a strange expression on his face, though it wasn’t bad, it was some kind of wonder. He sat closer to her and turned his voice down. “Can I kiss you?” – Her eyes widened after the question and fell silence. – “What? I mean, it’s okay if not…”

“No, just, I’d never in my wildest dream thought you’re the type who ask this question.”

“You see, me neither.” – He said, leaning closer with every sentence. – “I don’t think I’ve ever asked this.”

She giggled once more before closed the gap between them, pressing a soft and slow kiss on his lips.


Masterlist

Idiot, Whore, Liar

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Request: None.

Summary: Scandal!AU: You work through your own issues while trying to fix someone else’s.

Warnings: Cheating, swearing, political assholes.

A/N: I love this show, so I thought it would be fun!

Tagged: @pearltheartist

Word Count: 3071

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mysilenceisamask  asked:

Supercat #18

Kara threw open the door to her apartment, barely remembering to slam it shut, stomping all the way to the dining room table. She sat down furiously, opening her laptop, hitting the call button, waiting impatiently as she chewed her lip until the video box popped up on screen.

“I’m coming,” she quickly spat before she could lose her nerve.

“You’re…what?” Cat looked at her like she had six heads.

“Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I’m coming,” she nodded, rocking a little as she crossed her arms. “To join you…in your new endeavor. Whatever that might be.”

“I see,” Cat exhaled, rubbing her temples. “And why, exactly…”

“I just can’t do it anymore,” the younger woman began to crack, eyelids filling, threatening to spill. “Alright?”

“Meaning?”

“Work for CatCo,” Kara admitted, looking anywhere but at the screen. “Be a reporter. Slave away for a person who will never give me the satisfaction of letting me know when I’ve done something right. Any of it.”

She failed to mention all of the non-work related reasons why she felt like her life was spiraling out of control.

Cat watched her closely, trying to gauge just how serious this quarter-life crisis was going to be.

“Okay,” she finally shrugged.

“That’s…wait, really?” she startled, not expecting that response. “You’re…really okay with…because you did say I would always have a job with you, wherever…”

“Yes, darling, I remember it well,” Cat replied familiarly. “I know exactly what I said, and I meant it.”

“Oh…okay. Good.”

“Except I don’t have a job for you just yet,” she continued. “My next endeavor currently consists of taking a road trip cross-country to visit with publishers, eating as many tacos as one human can reasonably consume, all while trying to write something that will be of interest to anyone other than myself and my teenage son.“ 

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A Wild Night in Vegas -- Part 12

Two chapters in two weeks! @outlandishchridhe and I are rather proud of ourselves, honestly. And, because this chapter is INCREDIBLY long (13 pages on our Google doc [a new record!]) I’m putting it after a break. If it won’t load for you, you can read the full chapter over on my AO3 account HERE

I have to dedicate this chapter to my wonderful mum @thatwetwomaybeoneagain who kindly requested we put in a bit of canon dialogue. So we did, and I hope you enjoy it mum!


Fraser Bairn Watch: Month 6

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Chapter Six: Tuesday’s Child
Happy Mother’s Day!

I’ve had this chapter written and ready to post for a while … and then I realized I could post it on Mother’s Day! What’s Mother’s Day without a good birth scene? I’ve watched WAY too many seasons of Call the Midwife for the stereotypical hysterical-screaming/ jump-cut editing crap, so this turned out kind of long.

I could be persuaded to write Jamie’s perspective as well, if there’s an interest. ;)

Monday, November 22nd, 1543; Beauly, Scotland.
Claire.

Mid-day.

Jamie entered the room with our lunch and a cheery greeting. I arched my aching back as I reached my arms over my head and stretched in the large, feather bed. I mumbled something in reply, not fully awake yet from my third nap of the day.

At least, I thought it was the third. I wasn’t entirely sure if I fully woke up from the second. I certainly hadn’t left the bed between naps two and three.

The muscles of my abdomen cramped and a wave of nausea rolled over me. I had been having false contractions for a while now, but something had been off all day today.

This growing feeling of discomfort urged me to speak.

“Are you within the castle this afternoon?” I asked, trying to sound normal.

Jamie’s back was to me as he placed the tray on the table and began to set up our meal. “Nae, back to the stables wi’ me as soon as we’re done eatin’. Shall I bring ye anything special from the kitchens for dinner?”

Damn.

If the Laird had needed him within the castle, I could easily send for him if these mixed signals turned into anything of substance, but he was entirely too far out of reach in the stables.

I wasn’t sure how to ask him to stay without triggering some sort of childbirth panic alarm in my husband. Jamie had been hypersensitive to me this last week, ready to spring into action as soon as I gave the signal. If this wasn’t the beginning of my labor, I’d have a hovering husband and, quite possibly, an entire castle waiting for something to happen.

“I really wish you wouldn’t,” I sighed, while trying to think of a way to phrase ‘I think I’m in labor’ without actually saying ‘I’m in labor.’

“No’ hungry?” He turned, giving me a concerned look. “Ye should eat somethin’, mo nighean donn, or the bairn will complain, aye?”

The cramp strengthened, edging its way towards my lower back.

My voice shook as the feeling of discomfort within me inched closer and closer to pain. “I don’t think he’ll complain, he seems to be packing his bags at the moment.”

Jamie’s eyes grew large as understanding took hold. He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing silently like a fish out of water.

When he did find his voice, it was a good octave or two above normal. “Sh-should I fetch the midwife?”

“No!” I all but shouted. The last thing I needed right now was that decrepit old woman watching my every move.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I curled my legs up as far as they would go and pulled the blankets tighter around me. I heard him cross the room and kneel down on the floor beside me. His hand trembled as he tucked a curl behind my ear. Cracking my eyelids open just a little, I could see the panic in Jamie’s eyes. His chest heaved as he tried to remain calm.

“I think I’m having contractions, but I’m not really sure.” I whispered and brought my hand to his.

He leaned close, his nose brushing against mine, asking “Wha’ can I do, Claire?”

“Will you hold me?” All I wanted was to lay here and shut out the world, to feel his arms around me and take strength from his presence.

He crawled around me, easing himself into bed. I could feel every ounce of tension leave me as his body curled around mine. His arms, now steady and sure, gathered me close and I melted into him.

Dusk.

“You’re pacing, Jamie.”

“Hmm?” He turned to me, mind somewhere else. “Oh, aye. I suppose tha’ I am.”

I hid a smile. My contractions were more than fifteen minutes apart and the pain was still manageable, but Jamie was coming apart at the seams.

His eyes refocused on the present and he grinned sheepishly at me. “Am I botherin’ ye, mo nighean donn? Should I pace in the other room?”

“If you so much as touch that door handle, James Fraser…” I threatened, not entirely sure what I would do.

The smile broadened as he held up his hands surrender. “I willna.”

A spasm began and I realized we hadn’t really talked about his part in these proceedings.

“Promise?” I begged.

“I promise I willna leave until ye tell me to.” He vowed as he bent forward to kiss me. “An’ even then, the midwife will have to tear me away from yer side.”

The idea of giving birth without him in the room had never crossed my mind. Even in my time, husbands rarely attended the births of their children and I expected it was even more rare in the sixteenth century.

“You won’t really leave, will you?” I asked, dodging his caress. ”I need you to stay with me.”

He looked entirely skeptical, “Ye willna want me here when–”

“I’m can’t do this alone, Jamie, not again. I can’t – I won’t – do this without you.” Cutting him off, I grabbed hold of him, desperate to make him understand. “Please don’t ask me to.”

“If that is what ye wish, mo chridhe, nothing on this earth will move me.” He assured me, his face held a hint of doubt that I would really still want him at my side a few hours from now.

I let him kiss me then, his touch full of support.

We would do this as we did everything: together.

Around midnight.

“What are we at now?” I asked as a contraction gained momentum, trying to breath normally. They were in a definite pattern, each one a little closer to and stronger than the last.

Jamie checked the small pocket watch that miraculously had been in his sporran when we went thru the stones. “Tha’ was ten minutes between,” he answered as I gripped the back of a chair.

Swaying my hips slowly side to side, I tried to find relief from the pain. Jamie came up behind me and started to massage the spasming muscles of my lower back.

“Mmm,” I encouraged him. “Right there.”

The baby shifted suddenly and I desperately reached behind me for my husbands hands. I half pulled him in front of me, half turned turned towards him and buried my face in his chest.

“Jesus H Roosevelt Fucking Christ, this bloody hurts.” I groaned.

Jamie’s head lowered to mine, gently kissing the top of my head. “I’m sending for the midwife after this one is done, mo nighean donn.”

I nodded but didn’t speak.

We began to sway again, Jamie half singing, half speaking a sort of lullaby to me in Gaelic.

“Jamie?” I interrupted. “I love you, but you are a terrible singer.”

About 4:00 am

“Damn,” I muttered as a stream of amniotic fluid ran down my legs. “Here we go.”

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Imagine if Li is a Renora shipper...

And as he watches Ren from heaven he becomes really frustrated with his son for being so oblivious to Nora’s feelings for him.

Li: “Did you hear that, son? She just called you handsome. I mean, of course you’d be, because I’m your father, but she obviously likes you!”

Li: “Omg she booped you again! Boop her back! Boop her back! No, don’t you just give her a smile and think that’s satisfactory. She’s secretly confessing her love to you. No, ignore the ursa. Boop her nose, Ren!”

Li: “Aww Ren she loves you so much she’s willing to hit anyone who hurts you into orbit and nope nope the blondie is back again never mind.”

Li: “YES! She asked you to the dance! Maybe you’ll get together-together now.”

Li: “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU AREN’T SLOW DANCING TOGETHER?! YOU’RE DATES! THAT’S LITERALLY THE POINT! JUST ASK HER AND PUT AN END TO ALL THIS ROMANTIC TENSION! Oh, she’s pulling you to the dance floor now- wait, goddamn pop routine.”

Li: “You remember my last words to you? Take action? Yeah, THAT APPLIES TO YOU AND NORA!”

Li: *pounds head against pristine marble pillar* “You are as dense as fucking JAUNE! I am SO DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, SON!”

Li: “Yay you guys are holding hands now kiss NO AVENGING MY DEATH CAN WAIT!”

And then when Ren reaches for Nora’s hand and they become together-together, Lee is running through the clouds pumping his fists and whooping and Ren’s mother is just so confused.

An: “What’s going on?”

Li: “Our son is getting married!”

An: “Huh?”

Li: “In a few years.”

  • fp: omg i cant wait to see you
  • me: *literal fireworks inside my brain from happiness*
  • bpd: you manipulated them into caring about you
  • me: but..
  • bpd: its fake
  • me: damn. u right. :/
KakaSaku prompt fill

This is for @goldfishlover73 who requested KakaSaku and seducing each other (badly)… This may not be what you were thinking, but it’s what came to mind so I ran with it. I hope you enjoy!

I also got a bit carried away and is closer to 2k instead of 1k…

-Icha Icha Fantasy-

Sakura stared at herself in the mirror and tried not to cringe at her reflection. During one crazy night, delirious from lack of sleep and overabundance of alcohol, Kakashi had confided that he had a particular fantasy contained within the pages of Icha Icha. He’d given her the page numbers and everything. She studied those pages over and over, memorized the words and practiced them until they no longer made her blush.

Standing here now she felt incredibly silly. Her white blouse was only buttoned up half-way, letting the lacy top of her bra peek out - and who wore black underwear under white clothes anyway? She huffed, irritated. Then again, the whole point was to not be in the clothes for long.

She pushed her breasts up and together, wishing she had a little more to work with; the extra padding in the bra was pretty uncomfortable. She turned to the side and tugged at the hem of her skirt, if you could even call it that. The flimsy white material hugged her curves and barely covered her ass. The detail of her black panties could be seen through it, and with the outfit completed and on her body she was starting to feel little self conscious.

This was a bit overkill, wasn’t it? She supposed it would serve its purpose. The heroine used it to seduce her target into a hot, sweaty secret-divulging mess. Luckily, her target would - hopefully - be more agreeable. And really, all she was aiming for was the hot, sweaty part.

She swiped some gloss over her lips and pouted them at herself. She almost giggled; it was so cheesy it may just work. She dabbed her fingertips under her eyes, ensuring her eyeliner was set, and then slipped her feet into the pair of white high heels she borrowed from Ino. Then she gave herself one final nod of approval.

‘You can do this. You can do this.’ She mentally hyped herself up as she walked down the hall. She heard the rustling of papers and another weary sigh. Kakashi had been poring over books and scrolls all week and she knew he could use a little distraction.

Her stomach twisted as she paused just out of sight, her heart fluttering under her ribs. Nervousness spooled inside her, almost making her turn around, but she took a deep breath to calm her nerves.

“Sakura?”

She took a step back and pressed to the wall. “Um…yeah?”

“Have you seen the folder that had the key notes from Samui’s conference in Kumo? The one about the proposed trade agreement?”

“I’ll check the bedroom,” she replied and then turned back.

Ugh, what a way to lose all that momentum. She picked through the stack on the nightstand and found the file in question. She rounded the corner into the living room; he had certainly made a mess of the place. Books and files were lying open and scattered across the table and in his immediate vicinity on the floor. Kakashi was hunched over, reading while his free hand was hurriedly taking notes.

“I found it,” she said, voice soft and what she hoped was sultry, as she extended the file.

“Thanks, could you said it there?” He blindly gestured to the table.

“But I thought I should give it to you directly.”

The first thing Kakashi noticed were the heels, and he sat back, letting his eyes travel up her - long, slender - legs to the barely there skirt. The blouse pinched around her petite waist and split open to reveal the plump, teasing curve of cleavage. He could feel his cheeks warm and he gave a small cough to distract his attention.

“Sakura, what are you doing?”

His lead in question was similar enough to the book, so she went on with the dialogue, taking a step closer. “Just doing my job and checking on you. An important man such as yourself can’t afford to risk illness.”

“I feel fine,” he answered, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I’m the nurse here,” she countered, her voice just the slightest bit nervous as she came closer, stopping just within reach of him.

She lifted her hand to his face, following the edge of his mask before slipping a finger inside and pulling it down. She pressed her hand to his cheeks and then his forehead. “You feel hot. Drinking enough water?”

Still a bit perplexed at her behavior, Kakashi let his eyes rake over her again. “Yes?”

She pushed him back into the couch and straddled his lap; her skirt rose up leaving nothing to the imagination. Sakura leaned forward, giving him the perfect view down her shirt. He noted the bra matched before her fingers pressed against his neck. Her eyes lifted and met his - brilliant green, even more so against the smoky gray and black around them.

“Your pulse is racing,” she murmured, sitting back and grinding on him in the process. She took his hand by the wrist and lifted it, purposely dragging his touch across her breast before settling his hand to her neck. “Can you feel my heart beating?” she asked, pouting her lips at him.

The whole scenario seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn’t quite place it until she leaned forward again, her lips by his ear. “Perhaps you need to be closer to the source.”

He could feel her hands moving between their chests and when she sat back, she pulled her shirt open and let it fall off her shoulders. She took his hand and pushed it to her breast, a soft moan falling from her lips.

It all clicked in his mind where he knew this from and he threw his head back with a bark of laughter. Surprised, and maybe a little put out, Sakura straightened. Kakashi dissolved into a fit of laughter and her look of concern fell into full-on dismay and disappointment.

“What’s so funny?”

His face was still scrunched up in mirth. “You’re reenacting Icha Icha!”

“And?” She threw up her hands. “You’re unbelievable!”

“Unbelievable? You’re the one wearing what looks like a sock for a skirt!” he snickered.

She shoved him. “It’s your damn fantasy!”

“And it’s ridiculous,” he admitted between chuckles.

Sakura was less amused; she had spent time and effort on this for him, had gone out of her comfort zone, and now he was laughing at her. Anger slowly started to replace her embarrassment and tears picked at her eyes. “Just forget it.”

The tone of her voice quelled his laughter and the smile dropped from his face when he noticed her expression. “Hey, Sakura… I just-”

“I said forget it! You’ve been so busy and withdrawn and I know this is important… I just thought…that I could lighten the mood and help you relax a little. And now I just feel like an idiot! So, thank you!”

Kakashi wrapped his arms around her, keeping her in his lap, and smiled as he leaned toward her. “Thank you. I suppose in theory it was a good fantasy, but realistically I think-”

“It’s cheesy as shit.”

He nodded. “It really is.” His eyes flickered down at her chest. “And you really went all out.”

Sakura looked down, feeling self-conscious once again. “You don’t have to stare.”

“What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t appreciate the effort?”

She pursed her lips, unamused as he pulled her a little closer. “Smells like strawberry,” he commented, pointedly looking at her mouth.

“Too bad you won’t get to find out.”

“Oh, Sakura, come on,” he countered. “I’m sorry I laughed, but I wasn’t laughing at you. You were the sexiest part of the whole thing.”

The tension drained from her face and she smiled, just a little. “You think so? Sock-skirt and everything?” she questioned, eyes doubtful.

“Well,” he hummed. “Not so much the skirt, but I rather like what’s under it. I like lace.” His thumbs swept under her skirt, over the juncture of her thighs. She blushed against her will and his resulting laughter was lower, raspier. “And I like what’s under the lace even better.”

His fingers inched closer, passing over the thin garment. Sakura’s breath caught in her throat and he ducked in to take her mouth. She breathed against him as his hands smoothed down her back, rocking up against her as he pressed her closer. Kakashi was all lean muscle and firm under her touch as she slipped her hands under his shirt. Her lips parted with his, charmed by his kiss, and their tongues came together twirling lazily against one another.

He pulled her bottom lip between his own, running his tongue along the fullness of it before releasing her. “Mmm… it is strawberry.”

“Kakashi-”

“I think a break from all this is exactly what I need.”

A smile broke across Sakura’s face as she stood, crooking her finger at him. “Come and get it.”

She darted around the table as he stood, his chuckle following her as she raced into the kitchen. They stared at each other across the breakfast island. He grinned at her. “You’re going to have to make a move at some point and when-”

Sakura ran by him toward the hallway, but Kakashi was right behind her. She squeaked as he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. In one fluid motion, he lifted her up and carried her bridal style to their bedroom. Sakura’s laughter died off and she looked up to meet his intense gaze. The raw desire she saw in them brought new heat to her body.

Her hand curled around the back of his neck, teasing the hair there. “So, now that you’ve got me…” she prodded.

“ I think business can wait till tomorrow, don’t you?”

“Tomorrow? I just thought-”

He shook his head. “Like you said, I’ve been far too distant. I’m going to have my fill of you again and again.”

The promise that resonated in his voice had Sakura pulling his face down to hers for another kiss. Kakashi came to a stop beside their bed, letting her be the one to break the kiss.

“I hope you have everything you need cause I’m not letting you leave the bed.”

She answered him with a shy laugh. “You are such a perv.”

“A truth I plan on upholding, starting now.”

He playfully tossed her onto the bed and dived after her, not accounting for the springiness of the mattress. She laughed as she bounced back, right before her knee drove into his face. Kakashi yelped as he fell backwards, off the bed and onto the floor.

Sakura scrambled to the edge of the bed and looked over. Kakashi was cradling his face, muttering angrily beneath his palms.

“Oh, shit… Kakashi, are you okay?”

He pulled his hands away slowly. “How bad is it?”

She cringed at the blood streaming from his nose and what looked like the top of his lip. It was difficult to be sure. “I should probably take a look at that.”

He let out a humorless laugh as he sat up. “At least you’re already dressed the part.”

“Hush and let me see,” she ordered as she kneeled between his legs.

“So… if I’m a good patient, will I get a lollipop?”

Sex Dreams (L/J)

A/N: Lily has a sex dream about James. Shenanigans ensue.

Lily wakes with a start, sweaty and flushed, and immediately her insides twist horribly. “Bollocks,” she says, squeezing her eyes shut as though she can mentally wipe away all memory of the dream she’s just awoken from.

“Everything all right, love?” Marlene, one of her fellow seventh years, calls from the bathroom. Lily jumps, unaware she’d spoken out loud before.

“Erm, yes,” she calls back. Moments later, Lily starts again as Marlene’s blonde head appears between her bed curtains.

“Doesn’t sound like it,” Marlene says pleasantly. Eyes flicking over Lily’s pink cheeks, she cocks her head to one side. “Bad dream?”

“Something like that,” Lily mutters, shooing Marlene away as she pulls back the curtains and swings her legs over the side of the bed. Marlene crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows expectantly, but Lily just shakes her head. “I’m late for Transfiguration.”

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Skinny Dipping

No, it’s not what you think.  But it is slightly NSFW..

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Starfire hummed to herself as she headed for the Tower’s indoor swimming pool. The day was hot, and while the Tower’s air-conditioning was working properly and maintaining a pleasant seventy-five degrees throughout it, she still felt the need to refresh herself. She pouted a little as her mind went back to her boyfriend’s morose refusal to join her. He could be so infuriating with that obsession he had with paperwork and crime pattern research.

A small smile spread over her face, just a little crooked. To be sure, it would all go on his tab, and she would have him pay it in full come the evening. But for now, she would have to enjoy her swim by herself.

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                “My daughter is going through her Harry Styles phase, right? First, she insisted for tickets which I got it for her anyway. Second, his album has been on repeat every passing second since release. Third, is there anything else I should worry about? Any warnings about this Styles guy?” Cassandra questioned, arms firmly crossing over her chest before raising a brow at the other.

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Originally posted by grape-joon

It has been about a month since the vacation. I now live in an apartment not to far from the college Bridgette and I will be attending. We both made our schedules similar so we can ride in one car to campus unless we don’t need to. In just a few weeks we will be attending our first class of college. Bridgette studying Architecture and I’m studying Creative Writing.

I guess Jungkook and Jimin had gotten accepted into a frat house so they’re now a part of that with five other guys. I haven’t spoken to them in about a week since we have all been getting settled in. Bridgette and I into our apartment and them into the frat house. I plop on my bed and sigh as I undo my hair from its ponytail. I just got out of work and want to sleep. It’s only two o'clock in the afternoon.

I get up and change into a t-shirt and some shorts and climb into bed. I connect my phone to the bluetooth speaker and start to play music. I put my phone on the nightstand and close my eyes, laying on my back.

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I’m partially wake up when I hear the music on turn off. I groan softly and cuddling deeper into my pillow. I feel hands grab my waist and squeeze softly causing me to squirm. I grab the hand in mine and throw it off of my body, begging them to let me sleep.

“Wake up! I’m the one that’s supposed to be asleep at unreasonable times!”

I open my eyes, roll onto my back and glare at Bridgette . She smiles sweetly at me and  lays down next to me. I close my eyes again and cuddle back into the pillow I’m holding to my chest.

“How long have you been home?”

“About an hour. I let you sleep now I’m bored. Entertain me.”

“I let you sleep, let me sleep.” I roll my eyes but sit up and stretch.

We get up off my bed and go to the living room. We start to watch a movie and order pizza. We’ve been watching the movie for about an hour and a half, it’s almost finished and so is our pizza, when there’s a knock on the door. I get up and walk to the door after Bridgette and I had a mini argument about who was going to open the door. I open the door with a small sigh and see Jimin waiting patiently in the hallway. He smiles and walks in after I open the door wider for him.

He walk deeper into our apartment and smiles and waves at Bridgette before turning back to me, leaning against the couch. He crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow up and I do the same. Bridgette gives me a confused look before getting up and walking next to me.

“What’s up Jimin?” She asks and he looks to her. “Why are you here?”

“When was the last time you guys went to a party?”

“About six months ago, why?” I cross my arms over my chest and Bridgette looks at Jimin patiently.

“Get ready. I’m taking you guys to a party.” He smiles brightly like he came up with the brightest idea.

“Who’s party?” Bridgette asks.

“My frat’s.” He shrugs and leans back all the way so he can fall onto the couch.

Bridgette looks to me and I shrug. “Give us half an hour.”

Bridgette gets dressed a maroon long sleeve crop top with high waisted black jeans with black combat boots. Her long wavy hair hitting her lower back, her everyday rings on and her everyday makeup.

I get dressed in a black long sleeve turtle neck crop top and high waisted light jeans. My hair was already straightened, as always, so I just fix it a bit. I add some rings and do my makeup the same as always. I put on my timberlands and walk out of my room.

Bridgette and Jimin are standing by the front door talking. When I close my door they look at me and smile. “Ready to go?”

I nod and we walk out of the building to Jimin’s car. I sit in the back while Bridgette and Jimin talk in the front.

“Is Jungkook going to be there?” Bridgette asks him.

“Yeah, he should be.”

When we get there I get out of the car and walk side by side Bridgette and Jimin.

~

It’s been about an hour since we’ve gotten to the party and I’ve yet to see Jungkook. There was a side bar along the wall of the living room that’s connected to the main entrance, so I can see the stairs leading upstairs, the kitchen and other rooms. Bridgette and I are sitting there as we continuously get drinks from the bar tender. I’m on my fourth drink, she’s on her sixth.

“Don’t you think you should slow down a bit?” I asked her as she downed the rest of her drink.

“Jimin said he’ll take us home. I’m fine. You should lighten up and stop looking around the room, Jungkook probably isn’t here yet.”

“Who said I was even looking for anyone? Jungkook at that.” I roll my eyes and look around the crowded space again.

“Yeah, of course you aren’t.” She rolled her eyes and turned so she was facing the crowd and stairs. My chair was facing hers.

“And he lives here Bridgette , he would already be here.”

She shrugs and looks around. “Maybe he was working or something. Just because he lives here doesn’t mean he was here from the st-”

She stops talking when he eyes land on something. I go to follow where her eye’s landed but she quickly turns to me with wide eyes.

“Are you sure you don’t like Jungkook anymore?” She asks hurriedly and starts to bounce her leg up and down.

“I told you Bridgette , He only wants sex. I’m not going to keep liking the boy if he only wants-”

“That doesn’t answer my question, yes or no?” She asks again looking back and forth between me and the stairs.

I just furrow my eyebrows and look to the stairs.

My heart aches a bit when I see Jungkook walking down the stairs, his black shirt wrinkled, his hair a mess and a hickey or two occupying his neck. A girl following down the stairs behind him. Her blonde hair in waves down her body with her white tank top and booty shorts. A hickey noticeably on her neck as well. I breath in quickly and turn back to the bar and down the rest of my fifth drink. I ask the guy behind the bar for another which he gladly gives me. After about two more drinks I feel enough buzz and look to Bridgette who now looks a bit sober and is looking at me with worry.

“I’m gonna go to the kitchen, get a different drink."I shrug nonchalantly and get up. I wobbled a bit but caught my balance with the chair then quickly smiled at Bridgette who looked at me curiously.

"Alright, I’ll come with you.” Bridgette said as she got up from her seat. I started to protest but she turned me around and guided me to the kitchen. “I know what you’re going to try to do, and I will help you.”

I smiled and gladly started to walk to the kitchen. When we got there, there wasn’t a lot of people.  A few people talking around the island counter and drinking out of red solo cups.

Bridgette leads me to the counter and pours us each a drink. I lean against the counter and look around the kitchen. I gladly take the cup from Bridgette ’s hand as she hands it to me. When I turn back around I see a guy staring at me. I sip on my cup as we stare at each other. His curly hair slightly messy but sexy, his green eyes staring at me and his all black outfit. He smirks slightly when he sees that I’m staring back. I gulp my drink down, ignoring the sting, and slowly walk towards him. He does the same and we meet each other half way.

“You’re cute.” He smiles as he looks down at me.

I laugh and blush a bit. “Getting straight to the point, huh?”

“Hey, a pretty girl like you should get told the truth.” He smiles and takes a sip out of his cup.

We talk for a bit more. Flirting, laughing. Bridgette started to talk to a guy now they’re deep in conversation. After I look away from Bridgette and the guy she’s talking to, I look around the room when I see two familiar figures standing at the doorway of the kitchen. Jimin and Jungkook are standing in the middle of the doorway, talking. They look between me and each other and my smile slightly fades when I see that. I look at Bridgette , who raises one brow at me, indicating she noticed too. I look back at the guy I’ve been talking to and put a smile on my face and start to listen to him again. He goes to a university not too far from here, but one if his best buddies goes to this college and invited him to come along. I take a sip out of my new drink and watch as he starts to lean in. I lean in too and my cheek brushes his as he leans in to whisper in my ear. His nice cologne fills my senses, and I’m not complaining.

“Do you live around here? We can head back to yours or mine?” He whispers in my ear. His lips brush my ear and I bite my lip.

I pull away slightly, our faces mere centimeters away as we stare into each others eyes. His eyes filled with curiosity and lust. I look down at his plump pink lips and lean in. He kisses back immediately, his hands resting on my hips as mine are on his biceps. The kiss starts off slow but rough, then he slowly pulls away, biting my bottom lip in the process. I bite my lip with a small smirk as he smiles and laughs as his nose brushes my forehead, since he stood up tall again.

“Wanna get out of here?” He asks.

I grab his wrist and start walking backwards towards the other exit of the kitchen. I look to Bridgette so she knows I’m leaving to which she sends me a wink. I wink back then turn forward and he wraps his arm around my waist as we walk through the crowd. I feel his hand squeeze my hip and his lips kiss my earlobe.

I turn to look at him to which he smirks at me, I laugh and look forward and continue the way to the front door. I turn to the side for a bit and see Jungkook. He’s staring at me from the bottom of the steps but his attention is brought to the girl who’s tugging in his shirt. He looks down at the girl with a smirk on his face.

I look forward, my mind buzzing as we leave the party, get into his car and he leads the way to his apartment, then to his room.

05.08.17

This Isn’t The Last Time

This was supposed to be an Outlaw Queen wedding but it just turned into a somewhat angsty, Snow Queen thing. I might plan a part two of the actual wedding if anyone wants a part two (looking at you, my two likes) The original idea for this formed when I thought of Roland in a suit and at the urges of @its-a-story-of-love and @madjeknotts they said to write it so even though it didn’t turn out the way I originally planned, I’m still proud of this little ball of kinda-angst I’ve created. So yeah, have fun :) Read it here or ff.net


She feels sick.

That’s the only thing she can feel.

There’s no excitement, no glow radiating off her, no happiness. Nope. Just this nausea, a twirling stomach every time she thinks of this day, looks at that dress. It just sends her stomach into somersaults, wishing that there were still a few days left, a few more days to process everything.

And she’d been so happy. So, so happy when that question had came. In the quietness of their living room, tucked away from the world, in the safe comfort of each other, half asleep when the questioned had been asked. Indirectly, of course. What started off sounding like nothing more than a curious question- a, What would you do if I asked you to marry me? her overworked and tired brain mumbling, Probably say yes, not a lot of thought really put into the answer. Only when the true intention of the seemingly curious question had turned not so curious after all did it really sink in.

So you would then?

Would what?

Marry me?

She’d opened her eyes then, blinking a few times as it sunk in. What he was really asking her. It was only made more real by the ring that was facing her on his knee. The box open and inside holding a silver ring with three blue sapphire stones either side. And all she did was stare.

She’d been here twice before, both on the same day. Stared at Daniel’s ring with freedom and Leopold’s with fear. One she kept, the other she lost. And now a third sits in front of her.

She brought her eyes up to meet Robin’s, saw the blue pools filled with hope, a desperation that she’d say yes, just like she told him she would. In a haze, she’d nodded her head, not really feeling all there but Robin’s worried look turned into a wide smile as he slipped the ring onto her finger.

It had been the happiest she’d ever felt. A real happy ending in sight.

Now that happiness had been replaced with this. This nasty, horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach.

She has no reason to be feeling like this. She wants this. Has wanted it since that day, maybe even before if she thought hard about it, but now…she wishes it was anything but this day.

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Curious (20 Different Pairings #7- Charlie x reader)

Summary: Charlie buys a mysterious package at an adult store. You get curious.

Warning: smut, use of sex toys

Word Count: 1800

“Seriously, Charlie? You want me to go into a porn store with you?”

“So what? I need to get something, and it’s not like I can order something and have it delivered to Sam and Dean’s top secret hidden bunker.”

That was true enough, you decided. But you still weren’t sure why you had to be here.

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"To Riverdale and Back Again"
  • *At homecoming*
  • Betty: Yes, that's why she invited you.
  • Jughead: And to think I was going to pass Toledo for you.
  • Betty internally: WHAT IM TRIGGERED AND SCREAMING WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ANYTIME BEFORE NOW THE FUCK JUGHEAD THIS WAS IMPORTANT AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME????
  • Betty: *starts crying* Juggie, no.