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Steve wishes Bucky wouldn’t look at him the way he does – a deliberate gaze, subtly digging his top teeth into that pouty bottom lip; following his every move like a lion watches a gazelle. It’s been going on for months, perhaps longer... Steve talks, and Bucky listens. Well, that’s the point – Bucky’s supposed to be listening. Steve’s just doing his job, after all… No harm in that. The problem is that it’s no innocent gesture, the way Bucky will have the top of his pen tracing the outline of his mouth... It’s also not innocent at all when Steve turns to look out at the sea of heads while he’s speaking and catches the quickest glimpse of the brunet sneaking a peek at his ass. And Bucky doesn’t even pretend to be bashful about it. He just meets Steve’s eyes and smirks – just the tiniest hint of a thing. Even bigger a problem than all that is how absolutely wrong it is. There are a million and one reasons why Bucky’s behavior is inappropriate, and why the way it makes Steve feel is even more inappropriate. For starters, Steve is Bucky’s teacher. Secondly, he’s only seventeen.

Oneshots (some turned into multiple chapters, mostly smut) I write about the CoD ensemble Minors do not interact!!!

To say that he runs to his car would be incorrect, as he is a Lan, and running is both undignified and unnecessary unless in immediate danger. Nor does he slam his key into the ignition, or aggressively swerve around the cars on the freeway, or have a mild panic attack at the fact he is picking A-Yuan up late from school for the first time ever. He comes close, though. By the time he arrives, it’s 4:35PM, and he has imagined about fifty different worse-case scenarios. The door is partly open when he gets to it, a messy label of 104B—Art Room scrawled with chalk on a placard next to the faded wood. As he opens it fully, he expects to see a wailing, terrified child, or perhaps a scene of utter misery and betrayal. What he finds is his son, hands covered in paint, being sung to by a beautiful, dark-haired stranger. “Ducks live in the pond, yellow ducks, happy ducks!” Lan Wangji stops in his tracks. (Or: Falling in love with your son’s art teacher, in five parts)

After moving into the new dorms, Tooru feels a tad lonely, Mina suggests a girl's sleepover to cheer up everyone up. Despite a somewhat tame truth or dare session, it unlocks the imaginations of the girls once they return to normal school life before they begin exploring themselves and then each other. OR What if Izuku was the last to join a polycule/harem. Character heavy focus, plenty of fluff mixed in with some angst and plenty of lemons. Follows canon before diverging.

“Sure thing, kiddo,” Schlatt told Tubbo. He looked over at Tommy. “You can take your cloak off if you want, kid.” “I’m not a kid,” Tommy said automatically, immediately gripping onto his cloak more tightly. He didn’t want Tubbo to hate him. As much as Tommy hated to admit it, he actually liked Tubbo quite a bit, and if he took the cloak off, Tommy was sure to be cast out immediately. Or, Tommy runs away from Dream, hiding his wings from everyone he knows.

“Am I your dad!!?” Billy shouted. Danny paused. Took a deep breath in and out before turning to him. “I’m gonna need you to back up, and explain. Please.” Or, what happens when a twelve year old masquerading as an adult superhero calls his guardian, an adult who can also turn into a child superhero, on speaker phone, in front of the Justice League.

Tony is still a consultant, and between SI, the team and SHIELD he's overworked and exhausted. That's okay. He and Steve have been having sex for weeks but that's all it is, just sex, and Tony wants more but he'll never get it and that's okay. Really. What's not okay is the fact that Howard Stark has somehow appeared in the future and is the same as always. This is definitely going to fuck up his schedule.

“Wake up already… you damned gambler…” Weeks after Aventurine’s gamble in Penacony, Ratio is still tending to him in Reality. But even when his efforts pay off, there are still many wounds left behind. Some of them may be far too severe to ever be healed… but that won’t stop Ratio from trying, anyway.

“I hate you, just so you know.” You huffed out dramatically. “Oh, darling, you break my heart!” He put a hand to his head as if he were swooning. If there had been someone who was more dramatic than you had just been, it was him. He always tried to one-up you. “You don’t have a heart to break.” ___Please refer to the discord or tumblr regarding the discontinuation.

Times are changing around the galaxy, but so many still view omegas as weak and lesser. Omega Obi-Wan has tried to hide what he is for most of his life, thanks to prejudice and trauma from his childhood. What Obi-Wan never expected was to find an army of clones, composed of alphas and betas, who view the dynamics in a completely different way than the majority of the galaxy. As time goes on, his relationship with the Vode Pack grows and develops to a point where Obi-Wan starts to find a confidence and pride in being an omega that he’d never thought he’d feel. He also learns that there’s a difference in what the galaxy thinks is alpha and what Alpha really means. This story comes in at a point where Obi-Wan is just starting to feel safe and comfortable with the Vode. We follow him as his relationship with the troopers starts to evolve, with possible flashbacks giving glimpses into the past, and all building to a future that is far different than Obi-Wan ever expected for himself as an omega.

Life goes on after the Foxes win the championship, and for Andrew and Neil it's uncharted territory with only each other for guides. Maybe it's time to put away some of those hard edges, and learn how to touch more softly, and speak more honestly. And if they falter, they have their family to help them get back on their feet.

Supergirl saves a woman in labor and things kind of spiral out of control after that. OrThe AU where Lena and Kara met when Lena is about to give birth and that's how they end up in each other's lives.

Soulmates. Designated by tattoos that swirled into existence on a human’s sixteenth birthday. Matched in size, color and location on their soulmate—or soulmates. Romantic or platonic. A trio of sisters sharing a spiral on their right ankles, a quartet of two boys and two girls with paw prints padding up their spines, a boy and a girl with a tiny matching heart behind their left ears, twin boys manifesting their parents' ankle bands on their sixteenth birthdays. The possibilities were endless. No human was ever alone again. Unless they were Unmarked. As an Unmarked, Jeon Jungkook was destined to live life alone. He accepted it, mostly. Until six boys came into his life and changed everything he had ever known. For the better.

When Katsuki is hit with a quirk that causes him pain whenever he’s away from the person he loves most it results in his sweet quirkless boyfriend no one knew of spending a week amongst the class 3A students. Problem is he hasn’t come out and really isn’t in the mood to. Plus maybe Izuku has his own reservations too...

Hydra has had Peter in their custody for three years. Deadpool is hired to break him out. Throw in an alien symbiote, motels, and superhero explosions and things get gay.

“It suddenly struck me that the tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn’t feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.” –Niel Armstrong_____________________________ If the history of planet Earth were to be etched onto the face of a clock, the entirety of human history- as they exist today from the beginning of time -all of it, would amount to less than a single second. And that’s only considering the history of Earth. The Universe at large is millions upon billions upon quintillions of years older than that. Enough time for stars to die, for solar systems to decompose, rot away into nothing but solar dust and crumbling asteroids. Tommy had never been a fan of outer space. (Use #hasvfic on instagram to show me your fanart and have it featured in the fanart chapter!)

Talfryn Kwamrak founded the Rarefield Camp. A wonderful spiritual and open minded community with six families and growing. Of course, the community is unique. There are no taboos in the members' sexual education and exploration. As long as they follow the steps and rules set by the Great and Enlightened Talfryn.

"I won't let him hurt you," Sukuna said. His arms are tight around Megumi's middle, keeping him close and pressed against a strong chest. Something eased in Megumi's chest for the first time in a year, since the first bloody letter arrived and his life hadn't known peace. He tilted his head back, until he could look Sukuna in the eye. "I know," he said quietly, for the first time. Sukuna wouldn't let anything happen to him.-Megumi has a stalker, and Sukuna is the bodyguard hired to protect him.

He was a clumsy little thing, but when he danced he was graceful and beautiful and light as a feather. After an accident in his dance studio, Jimin wakes up in the hospital having no memory of the last 8 years, the Omega learns a lot has changed since the summer after high school graduation… ———————— Jimin wakes up in the hospital after an accident, losing precious memories. He’s not a teenager anymore... and his crush isn’t his crush anymore, Jungkook is his mate.

SPNKink Meme fill: The boys have hidden the fact that they were nephilim all their lives, but when an angel pulls Dean out of Hell, there's no hiding it. Instead of an instant smiting, Sam and Dean find themselves with a whole new extended family, and everyone wants to meet the newest little angels. Prompt: "It turns out Dean and/or Sam are children of an angel. When the angels discover that the boys are actually nephilim they don't react the way Dean and Sam expect them to. Angels are extremely protective of their children and by angelic standards Sam and Dean are quite young, so the angels take to treating them like fledglings. Despite Sam and/or Dean's protests there is lots of cuddling, and coddling, and generally treating them like children. For once the angels aren't trying to kill them, they become fiercely protective (maybe smiting anything that tries to hurt the boys.) Up to the author what angels are involved, and how far the being treated like children aspect goes."

Jimin knew he was weak for big brown eyes, nose scrunches, and adorable smiles. He was just under the impression he only had to worry about the eyes, nose, and smiles of his five year old daughter--not her piano teacher. Now translated into "Portuguese"