you lucky lady~!!!


Don’t Stop The Punk

Get Lucky by Daft Punk feat. Pharrell Williams & Nile Rodgers vs.

Don’t Stop The Music by Rihanna
Perfect Illusion by Lady Gaga
Into You by Ariana Grande
Circus by Britney Spears.

Unrequited Love

Summary: You’re hoping a night out will help you forget about the Super soldier you’re pining over, but the night takes a turn you didn’t expect.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: alcohol consumption, drunk!reader, language, angst, protective Bucky, un beta’d

A/N: This is the first thing I’ve wrote in like a month [?!] I’m trying to get back into writing, so any ideas/requests are welcome right now! I can’t promise I’ll do them straight away, but if the inspiration strikes I’ll definitely work on it. 

You knew you were going to regret coming out with Nat and Wanda. As much as you loved spending time with your best friends, being at a bar wasn’t the best place for you in your current state of mind. The drink you consumed soon loosened both your mind and body, distracting you from the thoughts of Bucky and his latest prodigies.

God, for an almost 100 year old, he sure was clueless. You’d been pining for him pretty much since he arrived at the compound. I mean, who wouldn’t? He’s gorgeous, he makes you smile, he has this vulnerability about him that just makes you want to wrap him in your arms and never let go. But then, he’s also badass as hell and you knew he’d protect you with his life.

He chose to spend nights with random women, who you were sure we’re only after him for being an Avenger. That frustrated the hell out of you. You’d happily be with him, forever- not just for one sleazy night.

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Ladies Drink Free/Playing House

The biggest reaction I had about this episode was about Claire, but since it’s slightly wanky, I’ll save it for the end so you don’t have to read it if you don’t want to. My other thoughts generally went into a Mick direction - who the hell is he, and what are they doing with him?

Because this guy - he’s supposed to be this bookworm who’s never seen any action, but at the same time he kept a remarkably cool head around the Alpha Vampire and, more importantly, he killed a kid without falling apart at all. No hesitation, no second thoughts, nothing. He’d spoken to her mom and all, and that made no difference. So now I’m kind of wondering - of course, narratively they decided it had to happen this way to establish a Claire precedent and give them something to fight about, but Mick wasn’t disturbed, or apologetic in the slightest. I mean - he’s not a psychopath, so there was this barely there sadness clinging to him, but it’s also clear that to him, these are animals, and, sure - it’s a shame to put down the family pet when it’s got rabies, but what can you do? It’s certainly not something that’ll make you sleep any less soundly. Plus, he was perfectly capable to hold his own during the investigation, and even saved Dean’s life at the end. I think Sam and Dean are underestimating this guy - assuming he’s just a squint and it’s Mr Ketch they got to worry about - and judging from next week’s promo, that’s something that will land them into a lot of trouble.

It’s also remarkable that they agreed to continue with this alliance at all, and it’s not clear, to me, what is forgivable and what isn’t in their world. Asa’s friend and that Alpha Vampire’s sidekick were exiled, or worse, but when Mary’s duplicity resulted in another hunter’s death, nothing much happened. Here we’ve got Mick killing a young girl and potentially damaging the investigation (they’re supposed to work as a team, right? and that girl had vital information into who the werewolf was), and yet he gets a second chance because, what, he knew about a method of curing lycanthropy which should never have worked? I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with it, per se, just that I don’t know where the line is anymore. Maybe that’s the point?

The other thing is, if Mick was played as a Cas parallel - in a very vague, ‘dorky and slightly unshaven guy with tan coat riding in the back of the Impala’ way, then I’m going to be superhappy that he cosplayed as one of Dean’s established crushes. I mean, Mick was wearing grey both at the beginning and at the end of the episode - he only changed into a deep blue shirt in time to be mistaken for Dr Sexy, so surely I’m not the only one who’s slightly suspicious about their motives or noticed the look Dean gave him?

I’m also happy about Dean ‘repression&deflection’ Winchester calling out Mick for not being open about his feelings (dude, seriously?).

And it was nice, as always, to see the storyline focusing on toxic masculinity and toxic heterosexual relationships and Dean being pissed at men who treat women like dirt. Someone who grew up like he did and lives a life of motels and random violence could very easily have been one of those ‘women are bitches’ fuckboys, and the fact he’s not never fails to warm my heart.

That said, time to use my mom voice and talk about Claire.

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So it was brought to my attention recently via pm (i won’t tag ya in case ya don’t wanna be named ;3) that Duchess and Kitty is a ship that should exist and I 100% agree like yes, have these stupid quick doodles in various mediums because nothing can stop me from procrastinating the last few femslash feb prompts until mid-march. time isn’t real my dudes. all we have is lesbians in this life. its all we can trust.

She's Out Of My Life

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (sort of)

Summary: Jensen thinks about his time with the Reader, wondering if he made a mistake in letting her go. 

Word Count: 2K-ish

Warnings: Angst. Nothing but good ol’ Angst. (At least I hope it is lmao)

Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for my boo Kari’s challenge aka @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s “SPN Anti Valentine’s Challenge”. I got the song “She’s Out Of My Life” by Michael Jackson. I hope you guys like it. This is one of my favorite songs from the King of Pop. Aaannnnd feedback is always welcomed!!!

I was an idiot. If there was an award for being the biggest idiot in the entire planet, I’d definitely win it without question.

I screwed up. There was no other way to put it. I fucked up the best thing that could have probably ever happened to me, and it was all because I was too much of a fucking coward to voice my feelings.

How was I to go back to before? How could I possibly make this up to her? She was my friend, for Christ’s sake. My best friend. And I messed it all up.

I guess I kinda deserved it and I shouldn’t be feeling like this because I had it coming. I definitely brought this upon myself.

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A Blind Path Home, part 10

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?Part One   Part Two   Part Three Part Four   Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight  Part Nine

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“Dangerous Game” - Requested Oneshot

“Dangerous Game” - Request

The song “Dangerous Game” -


My Masterlist - Here

Edward Nygma x Reader

Word Count: 2222

Key: Y/N = Your Name, L/N = Your Last Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: A bit of violence towards reader, Murder, Cursing, sort of panic attack type thing,

Summary: After an attacker tries to get the reader in an alley, she is introduced to the dangerous game that her boyfriend is a part of.

Your thoughts are in italics, Normal Edward’s thoughts are in [ Brackets ] ,Dark Edward’s thoughts are in { Fancy Brackets }

Author’s Note: I hadn’t listened to the Jekyll and Hyde musical yet, but now I’m in love with it! Thank you so much for this request. I realized that I did it differently from how some song inspired fics go because I haven’t quite figured out how to do them like the others. Also, I got this inspiration at like 1Am, so it may be a bit wonky. But I tried my best! 

All of the lyrics I pulled from the song are in bold! 

Hope you enjoy! Please let me know how you like it!

If you would like to be tagged in any of my future pieces (All Works, Specific Fandoms, or Specific Multi-Parts), please let me know! And as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!


- DreaSaurusREX

Tags: @high-functioning-fangirl473 @luciebell-writes

You considered yourself a pretty lucky lady. You had a wonderful man to call our own, you had a sustainable job at the local bank, and you lived in Gotham but haven’t had any bad experiences like break ins, attacks, or even as much as a cat calling. Sure you’ve seen it being done to others, it is Gotham after all, but you had never been the victim. That is, until tonight.

You were on your way to go meet your boyfriend for dinner. He had called earlier to try to insist on picking you up from work, but you thought it was ridiculous for him to go out of his way when you two could just meet at the restaurant. You gathered your things and locked your office for the night.

You were about halfway from the restaurant when you felt a painfully strong grip on your shoulder pulling you against the wall of the alley, causing you to hit the back of your head pretty hard. Not enough to do substantial damage, but it definitely was gonna hurt for a while.

It was dark but there was enough light from the lamp post that you could make out a face. It was no one you knew. They were grimey looking and bitter about something. You realized what situation you were in.

He leaned closer until he was inches from your face.

“You Nygma’s bitch?” His breath smelled like cheap beer and cigarettes. You knew better than to answer any questions or do anything he asks. When he doesn’t get a response, he slaps you across the face, pulls you back up, and pushes you hard against the wall, his hand around your throat.

“That’s no way for a lady to behave. Now tell me where the fuck that bastard is!” You tried your hardest not to burst into tears. Instead staying quiet again while tears welled in your eyes and your lip quivered. The man laughed before raising his hand up and getting ready to strike you again. But then a voice stopped him. A familiar voice.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” 

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Them’s the fighting rings.

Dean goes ring shopping.

This story is inspired by the engagement rings ranked by their ability to break someone’s nose post. I can totally see him ranking rings like that.

Let me know what you think (and remember that English isn’t my first language, so bear with me with any errors you find). Also let me know if you want on, or off, my tag list

Word count: 1452

The door chimed cheerfully as it opened and closed. Ellie hurried over to welcome the two customers, but something about them made her hesitate. They talked in whispers to each other, so she busied herself around the two, catching glimpses of their conversation. And while most of what they were saying made no sense to her, she understood enough to know that these were people she would never voluntarily spend time with, and she wasn’t going to here either. Not if she could help it.

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Tension - Request

Requested by @phanisnotonfire1:  Can you make a Imagen where Sherlock has had so much Sexual Tention towards you and He finally Looses it and is really rough but at the end Mrs.Hudson walks in.
And anon:  Can I request a smut one shot with Sherlock in his purple shirt of Sex where the reader teases him(wearing a few things) when he tries 2 concentrate&he just can’t take it anymore and has sex with her on his leather Chair?thanks!!

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 1,177

Warnings: Smut - rough, unprotected (this is fiction, wrap it up guys!).

A/N: Today’s work was so tedious I needed a release and this was just perfect.


Originally posted by gingerbbatch

Sherlock was sitting at his desk. His eyes were focused on the microscope in front of him, trying to get as much information as possible from a small particle of dust he had found at the victim’s front teeth.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was bored and Sherlock wasn’t of much use so she decided to have fun by herself.

She walked out of the room and walked towards him like she didn’t know what was going on. Sherlock couldn’t help but to look at her.

“Are those fish nets?” He asked, looking directly to her legs.

“Maybe, do you like them?” She inquired flirtingly, showing off her net-covered legs.

“Yes, they are… lovely.” And so he turned back to the microscope, ignoring her once more.

(Y/N) sighed heavily and went back to the room before going out once more, this time with a tight shirt with a low cleavage and red lipstick. She prepared some tea and walked back to Sherlock with the cup in hand.

“You changed your shirt.” He observed as he took the cup and drank from it.

“I thought this open looked better with the tights.” She replied nonchalantly, “Do you agree?”

“Yes, of course.” Yup, he was still ignoring her.

Maybe if she was as observant as he was she would’ve noticed how his whole figure stiffened at the sight of her, or how Sherlock pressed his legs together after five seconds of her waltzing around the flat. Maybe she would’ve noticed the hungry stare Sherlock gave her while she prepared tea, or the thin layer of sweat that was starting to cover his skin.

(Y/N) went back to the room to put something else on… Or, most likely, remove something else.

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Melt with You (reader x Bucky)

I wanted to thank everyone for your kind reception to my first fan fic ever, Accidents Happen. I’m blown away by the number of likes, reblogs, and follows I’ve received. Thank you so much! I’m glad I took the leap and hit “post” when I almost didn’t. :)

I haven’t stopped thinking about what might happen next with the characters, and have a lot of time thinking at work, so I decided to do a follow-up story! I’m not sure if this will become a series type thing, but I know there’s more possible story to tell, so we shall see. :D 

Let me know your thoughts and comments! And please check out the notes at the end of post. :)

And thanks for the encouragement @you-and-bucky ! Hope you enjoy it :)

p.s. I tie music and lyrics to every part of my life, so naturally I put them in a story too. I hope the songs fit in well like I imagined. 

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Melt with You (reader x Bucky)

Characters: Reader, Bucky, Steve

Summary: Occurs just after the events of Accidents Happen. Reader and Bucky become more emotionally intimate after getting physical ;) . They talk about the past and the possibility of a future.

Warnings: Sexy fluff I guess? Still not one for smut. :) One swear word (about the only time I’ll do that is in song lyrics)


You breathed a happy sigh, tired and invigorated at the same time.

Lying on your stomach in bed, Bucky beside you drawing circles with his fingers on your bare back, there was nowhere else in the world you’d rather be. It was late morning by now, the past few hours spent making love, laughing, talking, and just enjoying each other’s company in your happy little cocoon.

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Waking up without Tikki and with a small little blue bird-like thing snoozing away on Marinette’s pillow was definitely warranted screaming.

At least in Marinette’s opinion.

“A-aw no, please, d-don’t scream,” the little blue thing cooed, its lip trembling. “Y-you’ll make me…” it burst into tears, very glittery tears.

“Wh-who are you?!” Marinette tried to project as much patience into her voice as possible but it was hard when she didn’t have any.

It kept bawling, desperately wiping away tears. “P-Plume. M-My name is Plume.”

Marinette chewed her lip, fear for Tikki making her heart race in her chest. “Are you a kwami, Plume?”

Plume brightened, wiping away stray tears as she fought to smile. “Yes! I’m your kwami!”

“Y-you, but, I didn’t, but what’s- where’s the miraculous?” And Tikki, where’s my Tikki.

Plume’s eyes dropped. “Check your hair and your ears, Ladybug.” her voice was solemn.

Marinette hesitantly lifted a hand to her hair, finding the short dark hair elegantly pinned back with a peacock pin rather than in its usual pigtails. Her fingers at her ear, she noticed no earrings that marked her as Ladybug.

“I-I, when? H-How? Tikki?” Marinette could feel the prickle of tears.

Plume sighed, floating over to perch on her shoulder. “Tikki had some business to attend to, Miss Marinette. I promise, she didn’t at all want to leave. She put the miraculous in your hair as you slept. She gives you her love.”

“W-Will she be back?” Her TIkki, her Tikki was gone.

Plume’s smile was bright and radiant. “Oh yes! Soon, very soon! I am her stand-in! Plume, at your service. When you say ‘transform me’, you become Aviaire!”

Marinette was still wrapping her head around the fact that Tikki was gone. She had left, with no goodbye, no warning.

“Oh, Miss Marinette,” Plume gently brushed aside the tears that slid down Marinette’s cheek. “Tikki will be back very soon.”

Marinette sniffled. “Th-Thank you Plume. Now,” Marinette wiped the rest of her tears with the heel of her hand before putting on a bright smile. “Tell me all about Aviaire.”

Plume, Marinette noticed, was very… emotional. When she was happy, she seemed like her whole world was full of bright sunshine. When she was upset, the world seemed dark and dreary with no sunlight to break through the heavy clouds.

Plume was very pretty too. Marinette loved the deep blue color of her and her feathers were so lovely with their dots of red. The red dot in the center of Plume’s forehead reminded Marinette of the Hindi wedding fashion she had studied for her designs.

“So, urr that’s pretty much it. I don’t think I forgot anything.” Plume’s smile was beautiful. “That’s never happened before.”

Marinette smiled. “I know how you feel.”

“Are you feeling better, Miss Marinette?” Plume asked, with affection in her eyes.

“Just Marinette is fine. Yes, yes, I’m better.” As great as I could be without my kwami.

“Marinette! You’ll be late!” Marinette’s mother called.


Marinette didn’t even make it to school when she heard the screams.

“Already?” Marinette groaned. “Well, Plume, are you ready?”

Plume floated out of Marinette’s bag. “Absolutely!”

“Tikki, transform me!” Marinette called.

Plume stared at her, a little sheepish.

“Oh,” Marinette blushed. “Sorry, Plume, transform me!”

The transformation was different from Ladybug’s. Blue, rather than red, sparks covered her, leaving a suit in their wake. The suit itself was a work of art. Not as practical as her Ladybug suit but what could she expect from a peacock miraculous?

Two fans like rows of peacock feathers were attached to her hips. Marinette was cloaked, the clasp over her collarbone. The cloak fell behind her, designed like a peacock’s tail feathers. The suit itself slid from a deep blue at her shoulders to a light, sky blue at her hips where it ended in a skirt. Marinette could appreciate a good skirt but fighting in one could definitely prove to be a challenge. Her legs were clad in black, the same material as the part of the suit that covered her chest and torso. Three feathers shot out from the middle of Marinette’s blue mask.

Sure, it was very pretty, but she would have to test its practicality.

As she ran for the akuma, the cloak billowed around her. Marinette could almost swear it was making her faster.

The akuma, it seemed, was putting the city of Paris to sleep. They glided down the streets leisurely in a beautiful dress like the night sky, emitting a perfume into the air. People in the vicinity immediately dropped, not dead, but asleep. The akuma hummed quietly, a lullaby-like tune.

“Hey! Your singing is awful!” Marinette- no, Aviaire yelled, trying to catch their attention.

The akuma turned slowly to her. “Ha, Ladybug, you are no match for… who are you?”

Aviaire rolled her eyes. “None of your business.”

“Well, whoever you are, I am Dreary Dream, and I shall take yours, Ladybug’s, and Chat Noir’s miraculouses!” Dreary Dream laughed, soothing voice gone. “Now come here, little birdy.”

Aviaire laughed. “In your dreams.”

She held her breath as she flipped over the akuma, searching and scanning for the akuma’s object.

“Who are you?!” Aviaire sighed. That was definitely Chat’s voice. How was she going to explain this.

Aviaire turned to see Chat who was standing very defensively, claws out, a near snarl on his face. “Territorial, are you, kitty?”

“No offense, but the last time we had a new ‘hero’ they turned out to be an akuma that nearly took my Lady’s miraculous.” Chat growled. “It’s not happening again.”

“Lucky for you, your Lady isn’t going to turn up-”

“Cease your banter!” Dreary Dream rolled their eyes. “Give me your miraculouses!”

Chat rolled his eyes before launching himself at the akuma, quickly bringing them to the ground. “Hard to fight in a dress, isn’t it? I was definitely better than you at it, though.” Chat grinned.

“Check the earrings!” Aviaire called.

She could see Chat grimace, reaching for the earrings that seemed to emit the perfume.

“Chat, look out!”

Chat dropped aside, very much asleep.

“That stupid kitten.” Aviaire muttered, fans wielded.

She held the fan up to her nose, waving it to ward off the perfume and headed over to the akuma who was struggling under Chat’s dead weight.

“Not today, Hawk Moth,” Aviaire smiled, breaking the earring in half and letting the akuma out. “Plume!” Aviaire buried her face in her hands. “You didn’t tell me how to cure!”

Aviaire caught the butterfly in her hands, already feeling its evil seep into her skin. “Um, uh, miraculous ladybug? Uh… miraculous paon? Miraculous peacock? Dammit, Plume- whoa.”

Aviaire’s words broke off as a light glowed between her gloves. The blue light faded away and she spared a peek at the little butterfly in her hands. It was white, pure and free of evil.

Aviaire sighed, letting the butterfly go. “Now how do I…”

Just hold your cloak in both hands and give a lil shake! Plume had said. Aviaire held up her cloak in both hands, and shook from side to side.

Sparkles flowed from the cloak, turning into white feathers as they swept up by the wind. The people began lifting their heads, eyes still full of sleepiness. The damage Dreary Dream had caused erased.

“Did you… just cleanse the akuma? Where is… where is my Lady?” Chat’s voice was quiet, still cold.

“Chat,” Aviaire sighed. “Look, I didn’t use my power and neither did you. Let’s meet at the Eiffel Tower in five? I’ll explain everything.”

“What if you kill me and take my miraculous?” Chat raised an eyebrow.

Aviaire rolled her eyes. “When has Hawkmoth ever sent out two akumas at once? He can only have one champion. I thought you would have more observation skills than that, kitty.”

“Don’t call me that.” his voice was venom. “I’ll meet you there but don’t expect me to trust you.”

lmao when did i write this peacock mari holy shit

Bruce Wayne (BvS) x female reader - Stolen Hearts (Rated M)

I had an urge to write a Bruce Wayne reader insert so here it is! Based on an older Bruce (Batman V Superman to be exact)

You meet Bruce at a lavish party, originally on there to help yourself to the wealthy guests possessions, but get seduced by the infamous Mr. Wayne.

This story is very simple, and could be translated into a Selina/Catwoman story, but in all honesty I just wanted to write some porn! ;)

Warning- Heavy smut, penetration, fingering, foreplay in a car, stupid sexy suave Bruce

Originally posted by truemanofsteel

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