Headache

"You're exhausting" "Fuck you" Or I'm a Buck lawsuit defender for life Buck leaves after being told he's exhausting. He was never exhausting on the open road when he had nothing to stay for. That's what he needed back. He put people together and then he left. Whenever he stayed too long he would ruin things. So he leaves.

There were few times where his wants became needs, but the one time where it did- and he enjoyed it too much- was currently settled uncomfortably upon his bladder. Part of a series, but you can read it alone.

To truly know someone is to differentiate between who they once were, who they are now, and who they're capable of being. Hermione realises the duality of one man as she rectifies what she knows of the past and begins to understand the pieces of who Draco Malfoy is now: a father, a son, and a man.

Written for a prompt on STID kinkmeme. Just before Starfleet arrived, Jim was captured from Tarsus IV and sold into slavery. Years pass, and Jim resigned himself to a lifetime of slavery. One day, the Enterprise intercepts an Orion ship suspected of transporting slaves. Commander Spock leads the boarding party - and guess who he finds inside? This is a story of loss, healing, friendship, and most of all, of love. James Tiberius Kirk met chocolate-brown eyes. Their souls touched. And the world was never the same again.

"Do male omegas menstruate?" That's the stupidest question America had ever heard.

Byakuya is really terrible at being clear about what he wants. It's a good thing Renji's a quick learner. Companion fic to "Such Heights As These" by Lucymonster

Familiar faces are showing up in old familiar places yet it didn't make any sense...

When Philip and Margaret decide to visit Los Angeles on the weekend of a big Grant-Nash barbeque, Bobby encourages Buck and Maddie to invite their parents so they don't have to miss out. When Philip and Margaret cause problems, Buck sees what he means to the family he chose. AKA I was angry at the Buckley parents and decided to vent in the form of little sister wrath.

Tom could not believe this was happening. His head was hung low, staring at the off blue concrete at his feet. He had been staring for a good fifteen minutes now. Locked in a holding cell for all the wrong reasons...surely.

The Final Battle doesn't go as planned, and Harry finds himself at the mercy of his nemesis in a never-ending hell of pain and humiliation...This is a Dark fic, and not my usual. Tread with caution.

The one where Derek finds out Stiles smells a lot better after he runs and Stiles is a little confused up until now.

When Derek's away.... the baby has a meltdown and Stiles can't handle it. All he wants is for the baby to stop crying. Is that too much to ask?

The future is always in flux and small decisions can produce radically different paths forward. On her first day of school, Bella's life becomes entangled with that of Alice and Jasper. Now she must uncover their secrets and discover for herself if love is a monstrous thing. A polyamorous Twilight remix without the sparkles.

She walked inside the office and rounded on him. “Were you serious?” she demanded.“About what?” he asked.“About your offer. To, you know, get married?”He paused a moment as he attempted to breathe. “Yes,” he said slowly. Pre series. Lorelai accepts an offer from Luke when things get off to a rocky start after she runs to Stars Hollow with baby Rory. It's just platonic, though, right?

Harry smiles bitterly to himself as tears slip down his cheeks silently. He's sitting in the bathroom, alone in their flat, Louis gone off on another of his dates with Eleanor. He'd told Harry before he'd left to not expect him back tonight, and that had been the metaphorical last straw for the younger boy. So here Harry sits, back against the locked bathroom door, staring down a razor blade. Harry never could have imagined that this is what his life would amount to. Honestly? He's Harry Styles, one-fifth of One Direction, the boy band that is quickly taking over the musical world. He should have everything he could ever want. He should be happy. Harry can't help but laugh hollowly at the thought. If anything, Harry feels stripped bare, like he's broken inside. And to think, it's all because of a boy.

Violet Sorrengail is DONE. She's done being the dutiful youngest daughter of Senator Lilith Sorrengail. She's done trying to be the perfect girlfriend. She's done living up to everyone else's expectations. In need of a fresh start, she packs her bags - and her secrets - and moves to Brooklyn with her estranged brother, Brennan, to start over. Things are off to a great start when she has a hot one-night stand - until she realizes the handsome stranger is none other than one of her brother's best friends, Xaden Riorson. Things are complicated enough - they do not want Brennan to find out - but when Brennan asks Xaden to protect his sister, things get infinitely more complex. Everyone has secrets. And no secret stays buried forever. Even ones that could bring down the government.

A Golden Girl missing.A Slytherin Prince trapped.An Order holding secrets.And a Dark Lord ruling. Warning: Dark AU (not dark main character) with deep discussions of trauma caused by physical, emotional, and sexual abuse. This fic starts out in the midst of the darkness, and shows the trauma, and healing journeys of each character as they fight to keep as much of themselves as possible, in a world trying to take it all. (The rape is not between Draco and Hermione)

Lexa inherits a charm from her late grandmother. The last thing she expects is for a (naked) demon to pop out of it.

Mugen gets some cash and wants laid but he wasn't expecting to buy a flash from the past.

For reasons that completely escape him, people seem to be drawn to trust Yuuri. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, and at this point he has learned to just smile, nod, and occasionally blackmail a warm drink from whomever is sharing their deepest, darkest, or silliest secrets with him that day.

What if the Romani family from the CM episode "Bloodline" was actually the Winchesters? John Winchester and his boys, Dean and Sam, travel the country saving people, hunting things, the family business. But when John kidnaps ten-year-old Cate to continue a long-held family tradition, the BAU is put on the case to find the missing girl. Informed eight hours after the abduction, both the team's and Winchester's clocks are running out. The yellow-eyed demon is closing in and it looks like the BAU is going to be caught in the crossfire.

i choose you, i do, i do, i do jikook multiple timelines au

“What’s better than a gun?” He whispers, dragging his mouth to his jaw, his ear, and Jughead whines, tilting his head back, holding Archie in place. His mouth falls down his neck, and he bites once, snapping his jaws. Jughead chokes on a swear, and a sob, feeling the blood well up to the surface of his skin. He tugs on Archie’s hair, sharp, grinning at the broken sound he makes, pulling until his face is towards the ceiling and all Jughead can see is a mile-and-a-half of the tendons of his neck. Or, Charles Case of Greenhill (a tiny town up the coast) puts his hands, mouth, and dick where it doesn't belong, and Archie and Jughead take care of it.

My first fanfiction ever. Written at the innocent age of 15. Gotta stay humble and remind myself where I came from. Kinda cringe. Read at your own risk.

...in those early years, when Crowley would slide a hand between his legs for some relief, the scenes in his mind showed an Aziraphale who gave Crowley what he wanted, yes, but gave it as a favour. As a punishment. That Aziraphale would be mocking, almost bored, as he bent Crowley over a bed or put him on his knees. Poor excuse for a demon, he’d sneer. Look at how desperate you are. Ridiculous. Is this what you wanted? And Crowley would take it, take it gratefully, penance and pleasure both. His desire satisfied by its own consequence.

When Joseph makes a stupid bet, one thing leads to another. Before either of them know it, the game is on. Which man is the better kisser? Does it even matter? Sometimes, you just gotta know when to fold 'em.