you two are going to bone soon right

Inject yourself into my veins, as a matter of fact, let me help you. I don’t have much to lose, so when I fall, I fall quick. Tie your regrets onto my heart and let us float away like lost kites from a childhood that we couldn’t get right, can I just hold you tonight? I never want to lose you. Stitch my lips shut, I won’t tell you any lies. Strangle my flaws until they’re purple and blue– I’ll take you in the form of nightshade, kiss me under the night sky and explain each constellation to me. Don’t worry. I’ve got nothing but time. For you? I’ve got centuries of letters and they don’t have to be about love. They can be about you. And how you don’t exist, you’re just a figment of my imagination, you’re in my words, the freckles on the sun, the beauty marks of the moon, the reasons as to why I’d rather say I’ll see you soon than a heartbreaking goodbye, goodbye. Slip yourself into my bones, I cracked my heart on top of your worries, it’s summer time and I may have lost my mind, but it’s going to be alright. Sneak into my soul and dance your pain away, if you tell the secrets through silence and I keep digging us two graves, then there’s life after death and there’s love after heartache. Some days I’m a run-on sentence that doesn’t know how to get it right and that’s the thing that I hate the most no erasers no pens no pencils no paper no lovers no kissing no fucking no drugs no boozes no more pain no more sleep no more light no more darkness no more stress no more worries no money no wealth no poverty no home no windows no emotions no disconnection from reality no dreams no poetry no prose nothing just you and I lost in the middle of a sunrise trying to be alright before the sun sets into another reason as to why I’m still a mess and these things happen like this these words are not mine I did not write them first I am just a sinner trying to ask the greats about the how why what when and where do you think I can be happy if I choose to let things go some days I see myself smiling as I chase down light spring rain as it trickles down the window there’s not enough of my heart to go around and that’s the reason to my depression I can’t keep myself full I am the glass half empty and I’m the last star to the left with nothing left to lose but bags under my eyes and a phone full of alarms that don’t really work unless I’m sleeping unless I’m dreaming unless I’m loving you enough to let you go and you can take my hand and you can love me into tomorrow but worlds apart– still, I’m happy with my unhappiness. And that’s the saddest thing I’ve ever had to say. And that’s the realest thing about me. I don’t need love. I just need to find a way out and far from this place. Young man, poetry will take you there. Past the stars, past the pettiness, past the lost kites, past the sober lovers who left drunken hearts on doorsteps that just don’t get answered and yeah I’ve been calling your name while you turn the other way and yeah I’ve been loving you when I really should be sleeping, but there’s more to this life than a little broken heart. There’s more to me. There has to be. There has to be more. I have to believe in it.
—  Nightshade
Shore Leave Masterlist

Shore Leave Series: Jim x Reader x Leonard:  It all started when the crew of the Enterprise took some much needed shore leave on Yorktown. On the first night, you decide to go out with Scotty, Jim and Bones to the local bar. It’s when Scotty calls it quits for the night that things took a turn for If “best” meant being in between the most handsome men on the U.S.S Enterprise. Nothing like a good ole romp in the sack with the Captain & Doctor, at least for one night. One night, right? Or will this be the best shore leave you ever had?

Part One- Midnight Whiskey

Part Two-  Suprise

Part Three- Beautiful

Part Four- Screwed

Part Five- Blind Sided

Part Six -  Coming

Part Seven - Breathe

Part Eight -  Choices

Part Nine - TBA - Coming soon

anonymous asked:

Can i request an nsfw kenma scenario where he's cuddling spooning his gf and things get a bit heated? With fingering and biting/nibbling please?

I know she didn’t request this but low key I’m writing this for @your-hella-gay-ily - Admin Hope

Kozume Kenma x Fem!Reader

“Kenma are you okay?” You asked as you felt your boyfriends arms wrap around your waist and his head nuzzles into your shoulder. 

“Fine.” He mumbles, when in reality he was the opposite of fine. He was horny beyond belief and he just didn’t want to admit it. He wanted his  feelings to go away so that he could spend a decent time with you at his house. “Can we go and cuddle?” He asks and you nodded resting your hand on top of his as he pulls you away to his bedroom.

You thought that he must have been having a bad day to have to be so clingy. He normally never was like this and once he got home he was either watching something on tv or playing a video game and waiting for you to order some food for the both of you. 

“Ken, are you sure you’re okay? Did something happen during school?” You asked as you felt him press soft kisses to your neck. “Kenma please talk to me, if something is bothering you I want to-.” You trail off, feeling his hips push into your ass. 

You couldn’t help but let out a fit of giggles as Kenma began to grind against you. “Kenma if you were horny you could have just said so.” You laughed and he sighed slightly pulling your smaller form to lay on top of his. “Hey what are you doing? Aren’t you the one that needs a little help?” You tease and he huffs slipping his hands to pull down at your pants. 

“Just let me do this okay?” He asks spreading your legs open a bit and his hands going to rub at your hip bones. “Are you good with me doing this?” He asks and you crack a smile.

“Yeah Kenma go right ahead I’m not going to stop you.” You said and he smirked his one hand leaving your hips and pressing two of his fingers to your mouth.

“Suck.” He said a certain sternness to his voice that you yourself were a little shocked by. Yet you opened your mouth and gently sucked and licked at his fingers. He pulled them out soon after moving them to drag along your clit, stopping to rub at your hole. 

You definitely weren’t that wet, but he was getting you more and more turned on by the second. He huffed from behind you reaching over to his drawer and opening it. Holding your body against his as he grabbed the bottle that he wanted. 

“Where did you even buy that?” You asked and he popped open the cap.

“Don’t ask, it’s a long story.” He says spreading your legs open once more and spreading the liquid along your pussy. He threw the bottle back into his drawer as his fingers teased around you. You sighed at his movements and gasped as he pushed one finger inside of you. 

He incredibly slowly pushed his finger in and out of your hole rubbing at your clit. If anything you wished that he would just hurry up, yet your light pants weren’t enough for him as he added another finger and curled them slightly continuing to pump them at a slow pace but that pace got gradually faster. 

You were soon gasping and squirming in his touch which is exactly what he wanted. “K-Kenma.” You spoke tugging at the bed covers that surrounded you. He hummed adding another finger slowing down his pace once more. Yet his rubbing at your clit only grew with roughness. “Kenma fuck.” You whined slightly arching your back at his actions. 

“What is it princess what do you want?” He asks. “You’ve got to tell me.” He muses his voice almost too playful.

“Faster Kenma go faster.” You begged and he chuckled his fingers beginning to pump in and out of your pussy faster, the sounds that you made were pleasure to his ears. Whines and mewls fell from your mouth as long as his name. He nipped at your shoulder biting down at the skin that was their and licking it. 

He felt you begin to clench around his fingers and he smirked against your skin. “Are you close princess?” He asked and you nodded letting out a loud moan as he continued. “What was that?” He asked.

“Yes Kenma! Yes I’m close please don’t stop.” You exclaimed and he didn’t plan on it. Yet it was fact that he was the one that was horny but if anything was true he could get off with just your moans alone so this was a bit more pleasurable to him.

Your legs began to quiver as his own legs had to try and keep yours open. “Kenma!” You whined loudly. “Holy shit.” You gasped arching your back off of him as you came on his fingers. You cursed and sighed as he continued his movements as you slowly came down from your high. “D-damn it Kenma where did that all even come from?” You asked as he pulled his fingers out of you. 

“I like hearing you and seeing you like that. Knowing that only I can make you sound like that, just kind of satisfies me.” He says as you get off of him and he reaches over for his box of tissues wiping off his fingers.

“You don’t want me to do anything for you?” You ask tilting your head to the side.

“No I don’t need anything. That was enough for me.”

anonymous asked:

Hi I recently found your blog and was wondering if you could do a reader insert? I've been struggling recently with nightmares and being jumpy/ on edge all the time due to being in a car accident a few years ago. I was wondering if you could do one of the readerxjohn and Sherlock where she has ptsd because of a car accident? It'd really help ty!

Originally posted by roadswewalk

Reader x John; Reader x Sherlock

You jumped up from your bed, sweat trickling down your face. Although the fan was running, the room felt as if it had been set on fire. Pushing yourself up, you walked into 221B’s kitchen and poured yourself an ice cold glass of water.

“Y/N?” You jumped at John’s voice. “What are you doing up? It’s two in the morning.”

“I needed water.” You croaked out, holding up the glass for him to see.

John tilted his head to the side. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Of course she’s not alright she’s sweating like a guilty man on trial.” Sherlock walked into the kitchen in his robe and opened the fridge.

“Sherlock,” John muttered in disbelief. “Where did you come from?”

“I just came back from my walk.” He shrugged.

“At two in the morning?” You asked.

“Yes, but at least I’m telling the truth.” Sherlock turned around and faced you, crossing his arms. “What aren’t you telling me?”

You saw his eyes scan your body, searching for any hint as to what you were hiding.

“Nightmare.” Sherlock blurted out after a few seconds.

You gulped, nodding. You prayed that he didn’t find out about the crash that still haunted you. It was as clear in your mind as a summer sky. The way the car skidded off of the road and fell down the hill was something you could never shake.

“You said everything was fine.” John crossed his arms.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You turned to leave as Sherlock grabbed your wrist.


“No?” You asked.

“No.” Sherlock repeated. “I’m the one that never talks about stuff. I hold it inside of me until I go off the rails, but not you. You always talk about everything going on with you. That’s who you are, now talk.”

You took a deep breath. “A few years ago I got into a wreck. It was bad, really bad. Every night when I go to sleep I can still see everything so clearly. It-It haunts me and I don’t know how to stop it.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” John muttered, pulling you into a protective embrace.

“I haven’t told anyone.” You whispered into his shoulder. “Well, until now.”

You felt Sherlock place a hand on your back as John let go. Without warning, the tall disconnected detective pulled you in for a bone crushing hug. As soon as you registered what was happening, you gratefully hugged him back.

In the softest whisper you had ever heard, Sherlock said, “You’re not alone in this. Not anymore. Whenever you think of the accident from now on, just know that I’ll be in the passenger’s seat next to you.”

“Thank you.” You gratefully told him as he pulled away.

“Right, well, let’s go watch a movie or something, yeah?” John asked.

“Y/N can make the popcorn.” Sherlock stalked off into the living room. You laughed, grateful to have these two in your life.

Tagged as requested: @marvel-is-my-life2099, @allheart36

Five Minute Ficlet (Blinded, Pt7)

Love-making with Leonard was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Despite his inability to see, his hands were confident and steady, able to find and tease response from every intimate location on your body. You closed your own eyes, lost completely in the sensation of his skin against yours. His fingers lacing in yours, the hair of his chest against the sensitive flesh of your nipples, his knee against your inner thigh. His hands traced every plane of your flesh, following curves and arcs, swells and dips. His mouth followed the lines he drew with his hands, the tip of his tongue drawing gooseflesh as it danced, sending shocks through your very cells. Your joining was slow and languid, inciting low moans and heavy breaths as you both moved toward climax. The crash of your orgasm exploded out of you in a wave of pleasure, and Leonard moved harder against you, catching your cries with rough kisses, as he thickened within you, suddenly bucking harder against you. He collapsed against you, damp with sweat, and trailed kisses down your sternum before rolling off you and pulling you against him. He wrapped his arms around you, and pressed another kiss against your shoulder.

“Your skin is soft,” he murmured, his voice low.

“I exfoliated the hell out of myself in the bath,” you admitted with a soft chuckle.

“You still smell like sunshine and berries.” He pressed his nose against your back and inhaled.

“I should smell like bubble-gum and sweat,” you countered, thinking about the bubble bath Christine Chapel had given you.

“Mm, nope. Strawberries and sun,” he argued with a deep sigh of contentment. You were nearly asleep in his arms when you heard his voice again, soft with drowsiness. “Will you still read to me? After tomorrow, if my sight comes back?”

“As long as you want me to, Leonard,” you murmured in reply, your eyes drifting shut. He was warm against your back and you relaxed against him, succumbing to his head and the comfort of his bed.


You wakened with a start, momentarily disoriented by the warmth that seemed to be coming from under you. Somehow, during the night, Leonard had rolled onto his back, and you had followed the comfort of his warm skin, rolling first onto your stomach, and then stretching across him until your arm and leg were pinning him to the bed. His near arm was under you, and you could feel his hand playing in the loose hair on your back.

“Everything about you is softness,” he praised. You flushed and stretched against him, and his hand trailed to the hollow in your back. “Darlin’, I don’t want to get up, but I need to see Geoff.”

“Let me help you to the shower,” you offered.” When his lips turned up in a smirk you raised an eyebrow, despite him not being able to see it. “I’m not washing your back until you follow through on that promise to wash mine.”

“That’s cold,” he pouted as he pushed himself up at the side of the bed. You scooted out beside him, and rose to your feet, waiting until he was standing before taking his arm and leading him to the bathroom. He touched your shoulder, and then traced up your neck until he was cupping your cheek, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. “I don’t want to chase you out, but Jim is planning on collecting me to take me down to MedBay.”

“I’ll slip out while you’re showering then,” you laughed, patting his naked backside as he stepped into the bathroom. You dressed quickly, and headed back to your own quarters, just a few doors down the hall, without being seen, and headed straight to your own shower. As you were towelling off, you heard the communicator you’d been given chirp, and checked the message. The captain wanted to see you in his ready room. You dressed and made your way there without haste, knowing he was likely going to be a few minutes helping Leonard. H

He was replicating a coffee when you entered the room. “Come, sit, Y/N.” You took the offered chair and smiled when he put the coffee in front of you. “I wanted to discuss your crew record with you.”

“Of course, Captain,” you nodded. He smiled and took a second coffee from the replicator and sat down across from you. He touched the screen of his PADD and slid it toward you.

“You didn’t mention you were a highly decorated Starfleet officer,” he accused. Your brow furrowed in surprise, and you pulled the PADD closer, looking at your record. You’d been awarded a number of commendations during the cruise that ended with you stranded that you weren’t aware of. You scrolled through the file, and raised an eyebrow when you came to your status.

“I’m not deceased,” you pointed out. “So perhaps a few of those will be revoked when my status is restored?”

“I can’t see that as being likely, and even if they are, you’ll receive another for caring for Bones,” he countered. “It’s my rather unfortunate burden to inform you that the reason your shuttle away team was not recovered by the Intrepid is that they came under attack shortly after your crash. They had retreat to a Starbase for repairs, with the full intention of returning for you. On their voyage back to rescue you, they were lost.”

“Lost?” You echoed.

“It is believed they may have been caught in a black hole, based on trace residue at their last known location,” he explained. You nodded mutely. “As such, I have requested your transfer to the Enterprise, effective immediately. As soon as Doctor M’Benga clears you for duty, you may report to Lieutenant Commander Scott in Engineering.”

“I’ll visit MedBay immediately,” you acknowledged, rising. The captain raised his hand to stop you, and you dropped back into your chair.

“I can’t tell you how much it means to me, to all of us, that you came to Doctor McCoy’s aid, Y/N,” he began. “He’s come to rely on you a great deal in the last few days. For the good of the ship, if his eyesight is not restored by this procedure Doctor M’Benga did, I’ll be assigning him to your continued companionship until we are able to get him treated at a different facility.”

“Is there a chance that it won’t succeed? Leonard seemed to think he’d be fine as soon as -”

“I have every faith in the Enterprise medical staff,” Jim interrupted. “But since Geoff seemed reluctant to clear you for duty until he saw Bones this morning, I made an assumption that your assistance might be needed elsewhere before Engineering.”

“I’d like to go check on him, Captain, if you’ll dismiss me?” You asked, feeling your cheeks flush. Jim grinned, satisfaction oozing from his pores.

“Feel free to check borrow a book or two, if you want,” he smiled gesturing to a small bookshelf groaning with books right behind you. “There’s a copy of Emma, or maybe Much Ado About Nothing?” You raised an eyebrow and turned, running a finger along the spines until you found what you were looking for.

“Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.” You held up the tattered paperback. “Seems kind of appropriate, doesn’t it?”

The City Part 6

Genre: Angst

Summary: Your two year long relationship has ended. With a new apartment and job you’re ready to move on from your relationship. But The City seems to have other plans for you.

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings/Triggers: language? maybe?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Part 6

“Where the hell are you, Y/N? I’ve been calling you for like 12 fucking hoursI know you’re still alive because fans keep posting creepy ass photos of your apartment building. What the fuck in going on?” Y/B/F/N was practically screaming on the phone.

“I know” you groaned into the phone, “I’m the fucking worst. It’s not just you. I haven’t responded to anyone today. I’m just really overwhelmed and needed some time to myself. If you want to come over you can. I just ordered more takeout than I need and I opened that bottle of wine you got me for my birthday”

“How the hell did they even find out where you lived?”

You slumped further into your couch and sighed, “They’ve been following us all day. They were waiting for us to leave Big Hit and Namjoon had to work so we went our separate ways. They followed me home and I guess they’re still outside. I haven’t returned his calls and I feel like shit.”

“I’ll be over in 15 minutes”

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wellwaterspringwater  asked:


It starts like this: two nations in a bitter conflict.

It ends like this: death.


Alexander knew right when they were going to die. He’d come close to it before, had felt it in his bones and saw it in the sky. He had tried to grab as many people as possible, had screamed himself hoarse for them to follow him, to go with him into the closest subway.

Only two had listened.

To be honest, it was out of pity for a raving “madman” and he could tell that they were planning to call the cops as soon as possible. However despite that, he had grabbed them and dragged them down to the deepest level, blocked off from the rest of the subway and ignored the looks the men gave each other. It had only been when they were all the way down that they heard the first rumble.

The screams that came after.

Later they would ask him how he knew.

He would tell them the truth.

Later they would ask his name: Alexander Hamilton.

Later he would ask theirs: John Laurens. Aaron Burr.


Once they made it out of the rubble, they had taken one look around before throwing up. Only Alexander had kept his stomach, a consequence of living through disaster once before. Aaron and John on the other hand had no such experience.

Alexander only felt pity.

The land was ruined. It was still smoking, the smell of corpses burning filled his nose and he could see the body of a baby there, what looked like a man there. Everything from East to West was ruined and the sky loomed overhead, witness to the whole tragedy.

He closed his eyes before grabbing John and Aaron.

“We need to go.”


They look for survivors.

There are none.


Alexander kindled the fire from the wood he had found, sitting on a pile of rocks. He had managed to scavenge a bit of food and was roasting it over the flames. John was sitting next to Aaron, eyes blank and wide.

Then: “How are you okay?”

Alexander closed his eyes. “It’s not my first time in a disaster like this.”

John swallowed. “But-”

“Eat,” Alexander said, cutting him off. He wasn’t ready to talk about this. “You must be hungry.”

Aaron thanked him with a murmur and John just looked empty. Aaron ate with unshed tears in his eyes and John didn’t eat at all.

Alexander ate John’s share. No need to waste it after all.


It takes John and Aaron a few months to get used to him. Takes Alexander a year to get used to them. After all, he wasn’t used to people sticking around. John and Aaron had each other after all. It would be so easy to leave Alexander behind and once when he had broken his leg, he thought they’d finally do it.

Instead John had looked for medical supplies while Aaron had tended to him. Had managed to save his leg and after that, he stopped doubting that they’d stay.

They wander through the smoked ruins together. They find a few survivors, a few friendly and some not. They separate ways in the end but they don’t forget the names: James, Thomas, Angelica, Eliza, Peggy, George, Martha, Reynolds-

They don’t forget.


Surprisingly, it’s Aaron that makes the first move.

Alexander thinks this with a bland type of shock as Aaron pressed his chapped lips against his, calloused hands on his hips. Suddenly he was kissing back and things were getting heated and then he remembers John.

John is standing uncomfortably away from them, his body curled up on itself. He looks sad, angry, frustrated, and Alexander thinks mildly, he must be jealous.

With that last thought in mind, he tugs himself away from Aaron to drag John over, giving him a chaste kiss. He knows for a sure fact that Aaron loves him. Loves John. that John loves Aaron and him too.

John kissed him back before switching to Aaron. Aaron looks happy for once, as happiest as he could be in a post-apocalyptic wasteland.

As they kiss each other, they think maybe things will be okay.

Types of Dere - BTS

I’m not completely confident in the sites I looked at to do research on this topic but I tried my best, lovely person who requested, please please don’t be afraid to correct me on any of this and I’m very sorry it took me so long.


For obvious reasons I’ve chosen the shy boys of the group to be Dandere. Seokjin and Jungkook fit the description perfectly; shy, awkward, and insecure character. They’re very cautious when getting close to a person they like, reserving off their closest secrets, but I can see them slowly, very slowly, opening themselves up and showing more of themselves to their love interest. Once a solid relationship is built, they’ll happily tear their walls down and reveal their true selves. They’ll be more affectionate, protective, talkative finally.

Next, I chose Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung as Yandere. Yandere characters are sweet and cute and perfect, everything you could ask for in a partner.. until you two get close and comfortable. As soon as they fall in love, their possessive trait levels shoot through the roof. The boys would turn mental to protect you, willing to go as far as necessary to keep their loves out of harms way. Of course they’d hide their dominating sides unless something happened to you right I front of them, otherwise, they’re giving out warnings, starting arguments and punching bone fractures into cheekbones behind your back.

Namjoon is without a doubt a Kuudere. Most cites said the kuudere girls and boys are careless and indifferent to their significant others. They’re cold, unemotional, cool around everyone you know. I feel like it would get bad with Namjoon in certain situations, he’d take things too far, call you too mean of names in front of the boys, push you too far, but he’s so deeply in love with you while having a reputation to keep up at the same time. Love is weakness and God forbid any man be weak in front of anyone who matters, but in the end you would be the only person that really does. Behind closed doors, he’s as sweet s sugar, kissing you, whispering his love, hugging you, apologizing for earlier antics, making sure you realize how special you are to him.

Lastly, Yoongi is, going with all the clichés, a Tsundere. Despite the fact that their characters are known to abuse their partners, Yoongi would never intentionally hurt you, physically at least. Emotionally maybe. He would be rude to you in the beginning, pretending like he doesn’t give a fuck when lowkey he’s already fallen so hard for you its actually scary. He’d make you think about why you’re with him, debate if you should continue trying even when it feels like he isn’t but then he’ll surprise you with all the love in the world and make sure you could never leave him. He’d suffocate without you and he’ll let you know that he’s scared of commitment, that he’s been hurt in the past, anything to assure you of how much he truly cares and wants to be with you.


Scotty was sitting at the gang’s usual table in the mess hall surrounded by his friends. Scotty was envied by everyone down in mechanics for a number of reasons, the main one was the fact that he was sitting with Captain James Kirk, Lieutenant Uhura, Commander Spock, Commanding Officer Sulu, Ensign Chekov and Doctor McCoy. The last member of the group was you, Lieutenant Kirk. You were Jim’s baby sister and you were loved by everyone onboard the Enterprise for your charm, quick wit, humour, intelligence and kindness.

You would smile at anyone who walked by and knew everyone by name. The thing you prided yourself on the most was your ability to make others feel like someone wanted to listen and could remember things about them. When you began working on the Enterprise, Jim had been apprehensive about letting you go on dangerous missions or work in environments where you could potentially get hurt. That was until you were able to prove yourself to him on a mission with Bones and Scotty where you took control and got everyone out of a certain death situation without so much as a scratch. From then on Jim and the rest of the crew had a deep respect for you and your work, especially when you began assisting Bones in the medbay and saved even more lives.

Immediately after you arrived onboard for the first time you were introduced to all of Jim’s friends who quickly became yours too. That was why you were standing at the door of the mess hall, grinning as you spotted everyone in their usual places around the back table. You quickly began weaving through tables to get to them and when you did, you slumped down in between Scotty and Jim.

“Hey, muffin.” Jim said as he affectionately hugged you from the side and kissed your hair. “How was work?”

“Long.” You replied, stealing one of Jim’s fries. “Too much blood to clean up, hence why I’m late.” You finished shooting a pointed look at Bones who looked sheepishly at Jim.

“Oh, so Bones made you stay behind and clean up, did he?” Jim smirked as Bones blushed and mumbles a quick, “Sorry.”

You began collecting the leftover food that your friend’s were too full to eat and shoving it into your mouth as you recounted the many injuries you had had to deal with that day.

“Scotty, are you feeling alright?” Came Uhura’s teasing voice from across the table. Scotty seemed to physically snap out of whatever daydreaming state he was in and look around confusedly.

“What?” He asked as everyone gave each other pointed looks and snickered into their palms, watching as Scotty turned beet red.

“Are you sure you’re alright, love?” You said, noticing Scotty’s face and immediately becoming worried.

“Aye, lassie. I’m fine, thank you.” He said, casting his eyes down towards his food.

You looked at the clock on the wall and decided that it was time for bed.

“Bye, my loves!” You said in a sing-song voice and listened as a chorus of “Bye!”’s rang around the table. You went to walk away but doubled back.

“Bye, Scotty.” Smiling, you tucked your hair behind your ear and walked to the door.

You could hear the rest of the gang teasing Scotty as the door shut behind you and smiled to yourself as you walked down the hall and away from the noise.

“Jeez Scott, you’re done for.” Bones laughed.

“Shut up.” Scotty’s face turned an ever darker shade of red.

“So ven are you going to ask her out?” Asked Chekov.

“She doesn’t even love me back, there’s no point.” Came Scotty’s sad reply.

“Love? You’re in love with her? I thought it was just a crush!” Jim slapped the back of Scotty’s head as a warning not to mess with his baby sister.

“Would it not be logical for you just to inform Y/N of your feelings for her? It would certainly improve the quality of conversation in the group and eradicate all of the, as Nyota put it, sexual tension between the two of you.” Spock suggested.

“But how do I seduce a woman who’s so far out of my league?” Scotty asked.

“Damn right she’s out of your league!” Jim exclaimed.

“She’s the most precious thing in this universe!” Sulu added.

“You better do something soon though, Scotty. She’s my best friend and I can’t stand to see her upset.” Said Uhura.

“Why is she upset?” Scotty inquired.

“Because she thinks that she’s done something to offend you! She thinks that because of the way you’re acting towards her, that you don’t like her.”

“But it’s the exact opposite!”

“Then go!” Bones urged.

“What, now?” Scotty asked incredulously.

“Yes, now! There’s no time like the present.” Jim pushed Scotty out of his seat and everyone sighed thankfully as he scrambled towards the door in pursuit of you.

Running through the hallways, Scotty had almost given up hope of ever finding you when he rounded a corner and there you were, casually sauntering along without a care in the world.

“Y/N!” Scotty called and you spun around, tears streaking your face. “Y/N, what’s wrong, lassie?”

“Do you hate me?” You sobbed.

“Of course not, lassie. Why would you think that?” Scotty softly wiped the tears off your cheeks and pulled you into a gentle hug.

“I love you, Scotty.” You confessed and you felt Scotty freeze in your embrace. He slowly pulled away, an unreadable expression on his face which made you scared you’d said the wrong thing. Suddenly, Scotty’s face split into a wide grin and he pulled you close to him, smashing his lips onto yours and kissing you passionately. He pulled away all too soon and said the words you’d been waiting to hear and he’d been dying to say.

“I love you, too.”

It Had To Be You

Character: Captain Kirk

Request: Hello! You asked for Star Trek requests so here I go! Could you write a kirk x reader where they’re on a mission of some sorts and they both have feelings for each other but haven’t said anything, but then something happens to the reader and Kirk freaks out and confesses his feelings but the reader ends up okay and lots of fluff? Thanks so much!

Word Count: 1974

Warnings: Mild harm to reader

AN- My second Star Trek fic! More on the way and feedback is appreciated as always!

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“God damn it!” Luca said frustratedly. He had been attempting to carry groceries up to his apartment but with his left arm pinned in a brace and sling to his chest, thanks to his broken collar bone, it wasn’t going well. Using only his right arm, he’d managed to pick up all the bags but soon everything was too heavy and the milk and two other bags fell in the middle of the lobby. 

Attempting to pick it up with one arm would be too difficult, especially since bending his neck at all still hurt. The hockey player looked around and saw a familiar face. “Hey! Would you mind..” his eyes looked down to the bags. God he hated asking for help. “I uhm….I just…it’s kind of….hard,” the last words came out soft, barely audible. 

Preference #44: Eat Out

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

Calum: You bit onto your bottom lip, silencing your moans. Calum smirked against your skin, lifting your leg up onto his shoulder. Out of all places to get horny it had to be here. A fancy restaurant. Luckily for you the table you, and Calum had was in a far corner with a cloth covering it. The table cloth was long enough to hide what Calum was doing. He pulled his fingers away from your heat, replacing it with his tongue. The sudden new sensation made you jump in your seat, a moan slipping past your lips. You cleared your throat, grabbing your glass of water, and taking a sip of it. Calum plunged his tongue deep into you, reaching up to circle his thumb over your clit. He smiled when he heard a squeak come from you. Putting more pressure on the bundle of nerves. Your face dropped when you saw the waiter come back to the table, making you lightly kick Calum to make him stop. “Ready to order?” the waiter asked, holding up his notepad with a pen pressed to it. At the moment Calum decided to bit at your clit, and you swallowed the moan that was about to come out. “Another minute, my boyfriend just went to the bathroom,” you managed to say. You felt your release approaching fast, wanting the waiter to leave. Fear of getting caught coursing through you. “Alright, I’ll give you another minute,” he said, walking off. You let out a small whine as Calum curled his tongue up, hitting a spot that made you wither in the chair, Once you finished cummming, he slurped up your juices. “I hate you,” you mumbled as Calum slid back up, laughing at what just occurred.

Ashton: Beads of sweat was scattered over your skin. One of your hands fisted the sheets, while the other ran through Ashton’s hair. Your ass was hanging halfway off the bed, and Ashton was on his knees. Your legs wrapped around his head, pulling him closer to your heat. “OH FUCK!” you screamed out, back arching off the bed. You felt him smile, his hands going under your ass to lift you up as he ate you out some more. He started doing the alphabet with his tongue, glancing up to look at you. You head was pushed back into the bed, hair sprawled out around you. A trail of hickeys led down to where Ashton was now. He loved to be between your legs. Giving you pleasure, and watching your reactions was what he loved the most. He nipped at your clit, and you yanked at his hair. Pulling away, Ashton blew cool air onto your clit making you jump in surprise. “You like that?” he asked in a seductive voice. You nodded rapidly, and he slapped your clit harshly making you yelp. “I can’t hear you,” he said, plunging two fingers into your heat. “YES!” you yelled moaning when he sucked on your clit. Ashton moaned at the smell of your aroma, starting to thrust his fingers. “So beautiful,” he whispered, staring at your soaking heat. You were dripping wet, your juices leaking out onto the sheets. Ashton could feel himself growing harder than he was, and he bit onto his bottom lip. He wanted you to cum first before doing anything else. 

Michael: Michael had been dying to try something knew in the bedroom, and it took a lot of convincing. Your hands gripped at the headboard of the bed, Michael’s hands rested on your hips. He was right you would enjoy this. You were sitting on his face, and he was tongue fucking you. You were squatting over him, so that not all your weight was on him. He pulled your down closer, starting to show attention to your clit. Whining in pleasure, you reached down to grip at Michael’s hair. “Feels so good,” you whimpered, feeling his tongue start to thrust in, and out of you. Michael pulled away, grinning at your words. “Don’t stop,” you whined. “What was that?” he asked, a smirk on his lips, knowing he was teasing you. “Mikey please,” you begged, squatting a bit more. Your legs hurt like hell, but it was worth it for the pleasure. He chuckled at your begging, lifting his head up to lick up from your entrance to your clit. A breathy moan left your lips. Michael bit onto your clit, slightly pulling at it. “Is that what you want?” he whispered, “Hmm?” You nodded, and he plunged his tongue deep within you once more. Michael moaned as you started to ride his tongue. You circled your hips down, letting out soft moans. Your release was close, and your body shook when he had hit your g-spot. A loud gasp came from you, and Michael sent a slap to your ass. From the way you were clenching around his tongue, he knew you were close. “Come for me,” Michael moaned. You didn’t need to be told twice, body shaking as you came.

Luke: Your giggle turned into a moan as Luke sucked on your clit. “Luke, we’re going to get caught,” you hissed, eyes closing in bliss as he continued the actions. “Live a little,” he said, licking from your clit to your entrance. He plunged his tongue into you, curling it up to hit your g-spot. The two of you were spending the day at the beach. You both had wandered around, and found yourselves in a semi-secluded spot. Seeking the opportunity, Luke took it. Deciding to check having sex on the beach off his bucket list. Your legs clamped up, and Luke pushed them back down. He nibbled at your clit, and your toes curled into the sand. There was no doubt that Luke had a way with his tongue. His lip ring cold against your bundle of nerves. Sand was all over your body now, getting in places you really didn’t want them to be. He moaned at the taste of your juices. Luke sucked at your labia minora, and pulled at it. Your back arched off the warm sand as he slipped his fingers inside of you. He began to slide his fingers in and out, blowing cool air onto your clit. You legs shook, and you let out another breathy moan. The two of you could get caught at any moment, every bone in your body screamed that. You didn’t stop him though, loving the pleasure. Luke added another finger, and you shifted uncomfortably for a few seconds until it turned to something more. This was the first time he’s had three fingers inside of you, and you kinda liked it. All too soon he pulled his fingers out, replacing it with his tongue once more. “Keep going,” you moaned out, reaching down to run your fingers through his hair. Luke smiled against your heat. He had you right where he wanted you.

A Court of War and Starlight: Part 22

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Rhys’s nostrils flared and the skin around his mouth went pale. “Who turned my city into the damned Spring Court?” he demanded, though no one was there to answer him.

I for one couldn’t stop smiling, because I knew exactly what this was.

Elain had figured out just what the Cauldron had given her.

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No Me Guesta

The conquest of Hoshido was going swimmingly. Mostly. Sure, Corrin had not succumbed to despair, but Iago was certain it was a matter of time. In fact, he had a new idea that involved Faceless and the Eternal Stairway.

However, transporting King Garon had proved rather taxing. Then Garon had ordered him and Hans to stay back, by themselves. They could more easily torture Corrin from in the shadows. At least until Fort Jinya.

And while Iago had no concern for Hans’ temper, he grew tired of the general’s constant complaining. They had been marching for quite some time. Iago figured they could do without rest that day, but he was beginning to regret it.

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anonymous asked:

Olicity prompt. Established Olicity. Oliver decides to make his *chili* for Felicity for dinner. Diggle and his wife Layla are there too.

They’re all bloody, and sore, aching in places that only physicians could name, and bone deep tired. It’s too late for Big Belly Burger. 

Oliver points wearily in the direction of the apartment he shares with Felicity, and wordlessly, they all follow him. Up a flight of stairs and down a short corridor, and Oliver turns the key in the lock, and they all fall in to the apartment: Diggle, Lyla, Felicity, Roy and Sara. 

“What do you think?” Oliver asks Felicity. “Chili?" 

"Yes, absolutely,” Felicity says, and everyone else looks shocked. “What? You guys haven’t lived until you’ve had his chili." 

Oliver takes off his hood and slides on a white t-shirt. Soon he’s conscripting people into service. Lyla chops onions. Diggle browns meat. Felicity works to remove the seeds from peppers. Sara limps out of the apartment to an all-night liquor store to buy the right kind of beer. 

It takes an hour or two to simmer – Oliver informs everyone that it would be better if they let it go all day, but the exhaustion and the hunger keeps them all together. Slowly, the warmth of the apartment seeps into all of their bones. 

Felicity whips up a johnnycake and slides it in the oven as Sara comes in the door. 

They sit around the kitchen – on the floor, on stools, on counters, laughing and talking.

They hurt, but they won

Everyone likes the chili, bowl after bowl is consumed, beers are drunk greedily and finally, just as the sun is coming up in the sky, Diggle raises his bottle. 

"To Oliver Queen, a man of many surprises – a few of them culinary!" 

"Hear, hear!” They all say, and the sun breaks over the horizon and streams in the kitchen, and Team Arrow finds that life is good. 

modernlifeofash  asked:

18- Everlark, please!

Tampon Emergency (“This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”)

Peeta had the windshield wipers on full blast and still couldn’t see the car in front of him. “This is so not smart, Katniss.”

“Well it’s not like I can help it, Peeta,” she snapped back. “I can’t make my uterus stop shedding it’s lining every month unless there’s a baby in it and that is so not happening.”

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