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I love you... Don’t say it if you don’t mean it.

Pairing: Sylus × Reader

Word count: 1679 or 1.6k words

Warnings: slight angst to smut and a little fluff, fingering, oral sex(fem receiving), dry humping(sort of), Sylus is shot, reader is not mc

“Beauregard, are you trying to … hire me?”

Beau scratched at her chin and then gestured at the open pouch of platinum on top of the dressing table.  “Well, yeah, I kind of thought that was obvious.”

A wicked smile (a familiar, Jestery wicked smile) painted Marion’s face.  “You are trying to hire your friend’s mother for an evening of sex?”

Being made a Prime may have changed Smokescreen in several ways, mainly physically, but there was one thing that hadn't changed. He was still mind numbingly oblivious. And it was driving Bumblebee crazy. The adjustment to a new Prime is hard on everyone, but no one moreso than the young Prime himself. Which has caused him to throw himself into his role, perhaps a bit too much. Bumblebee is determined to make two things happen. One, make Ignis take a break before he burns out. And two, make him finally take notice of his feelings for him.

Part 2 of my Smokescreen is a Prime AU

Hello Hello! This is by far one of my favorite things I have written! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Please don't hesitate to like, comment or reblog. It means so much to authors. It also gives them feedback. Anyways without further ado!

Tom Holland x Reader *Y/n Y/ln*

Warnings: Mentions of a fire. Calling 911. Weddings. Proposing

Summary: Tom tries repeatedly to pop the question.

Type: Fluff <3

AUTHORS POV

Tom had been trying to pop the question for months now. He asked for your father's blessing; he told his mum. He even asked Zendaya, your sister, and some of your other close friends for help on picking the ring, date, and place.

So when the day finally came for him to get down on one knee and ask for your hand in marriage, you had to postpone your date because your sister went into an early labor.

Tom reluctantly delayed the occasion and planned another date. This date was in a small family owned Vineyard somewhere in napa. The sun had started to set and just as you were about to turn around (Tom was already on his knee) you spotted that a part of the grape Vines had caught on fire. Hurriedly you called 911. At this point Tom had already gotten up and started to pack up your stuff so you could get out of there safely.

Exasperated by his multiple failed attempts to ask for your hand in marriage he decided that he would try one last time and if it didn't work he would wait a while longer. He thought "maybe the universe is purposefully trying to sabotage my plans because it's not time yet" 

So the third time he tried to pop the question, he set a date in which he made sure you both had no plans or meetings going on. He drove you to a park somewhere downtown and he had a picnic set up.

 He was very nervous, “What if she says no?” or “what if i mess up the speech?” “Third times the charm-Third times the charm-Third times the charm” he kept repeating to himself. If it didn't work out it was ok. But he just really wanted it to work out.  Around an hour into the picnic he mentally psyched himself up one more time and as nervous as he was finally decided to pop the question.

“Y/n Y/l/n *you got this tom!* you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love you more than anything in this world. I can guarantee there’ll be tough times.*he gets down on one knee* I guarantee that at some point one or both of us are gonna want to get out of this. *reaches into pocket* But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine *takes out the ring* I'll regret it for the rest of my life because I know in my heart you are the only one for me. Be with me now and forever?” At the end of his speech Tom’s whole face was flushed a bright red. Breathing heavily he looked into your eyes, looking, searching for any sign of rejection. But when he looked at you all he could see were the tears that were threatening to spill. He could only see your wide smile.

And as if the world suddenly stops, he sees your mouth opening. “YES YES OH MY GOD YES A MILLION TIMES YES!” you said nearly shouting. You were screaming, but at a reasonable level for a person who just got asked for their hand in marriage. Tom let out a sigh of relief finally being able to breathe again. You lunged at Tom and wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping him in a tight hug. When you both finally let go you saw Tom’s family and yours emerging from the trees surrounding both of you. Harry had a camera in hand and was clicking away. Nicki and Dom were in tears. Your sister was carrying her newborn, looking at you with one of the biggest smiles you have ever seen on her face. Her husband followed close behind. And your father beside him. Paddy walked in between his parents. Sam walked next to Harry, carrying a tray of delicious looking desserts. As they reach you and Tom, one by one congratulate you and engulfed you in big hugs. After giving them their love they talked with you guys. Both you and Tom explained your hopes and wishes for the wedding.

After the events of the show, Marc decides to be more open to Steven from now on, to finally let go of the walls he created between them. What he didn’t expect was that Steven had walls of his own.

Or

Thank you so much for the prompt, love! You’ll have to thank the productive alien that bewitched my brain into finally finishing this prompt, though!

Changing sweater to jumper for obvious reasons. Truthfully, I don’t know why I love having Lily tell James to hurry up, shut up and kiss her, but I do.

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James shoved the hair out of his eyes, knocking his glasses crooked on the bridge of his nose as he pushed the portrait to the Head’s common room with the fist closed around his broom.

Returning from the showers after quidditch practice had run him ragged, muscles sore from running through the strategies one after another, throat slightly raw from shouting at his teammates. He supposed that came with the package of being the team’s captain.

He left the broom by the hole, making his way through the room to the stairs leading to his room.

Lily wasn’t on the couch or the windowsill, and the door to her room was wide open. Which meant she was in his.

James let a small smile break through his features.

The year had come with a load of responsibilities thrown at him, but along with it had come her friendship, and he really wouldn’t have it any other way. The head duties only sought to bring them closer, and really, who could resist his charms and terrible puns? She’d done it for six years but it could only last so long.

He’d nearly given up that summer, but the letter from the school had rekindled a small one akin to it and he couldn’t help himself.

There had been signs here and there, a barely noticeable rosy blush creeping from the neck when he got too close, a small brush of arms when they sat at the table, pouring over schedules and notes, fiercely fighting his insecurities when they became far too visible and assuring him to no end, but he really couldn’t let himself hope too much.

But they were still signs.

No use overthinking about it all now, he chided himself, climbing the stairs and pushing the door open and heart nearly stopping at the sight that graced his eyes.

He wanted it forever etched to the back of his eyes.

Lily sat propped cozily on pillows of his bed, book in one hand over a fluffed up pillow on her lap and other flipping lazily through the pages. Her hair was gathered up into a lazy bun held by her wand.

Was that—

Merlin, Agrippa and Circe, it was.

James grinned at her as she raised her head, landing his bum on the other edge of his bed and raising her ankles only to drop them over his lap.

“I thought you said you completed the curriculum last night?”

“This is revision.”

“Lil, c’mon, you always say that.”

She raised an eyebrow over the book, “Well, unlike you, I don’t have insane hobbies like polishing a fork collection or dangerous flying sports, James.”

“My fork collection isn’t insane it’s gorgeous.”

“Whatever you say, rich boy.”

He grinned at her already bowed head, wondering how to bring it up. This had to be a sign.

A blatant and obvious one at that.

He couldn’t just let it go unnoticed.

“Lily?”

“Hmn?”

“Why are you wearing my jumper?”

“Because it smells like you.”

He stopped fiddling with the frayed edges of her socks, head snapping up so fast he felt the crack in his very bones, heart speeding up to catch up in the race with his thoughts, just barely managing to keep up. The entirety of Scotland could probably hear his heart beat.

And even if they didn’t, she probably did, tough she seemed preoccupied otherwise by the book before her, but he could see that her eyes weren’t moving and barely skimmed it.

So she was faking it.

Bloody hell, how was he supposed to not get the wrong idea with all this?

Unless...it wasn’t the wrong idea.

But, then again, that’s what he’d said to himself all those years ago. He wasn’t taking any chances.

“Ah, er, right, yeah. I’m—just going to start on Slughorn’s essay—“

Her hand paused the flipping of the pages, head raised to look at him incredulously.

“What?”

“You nitwit.”

“What?”

“That was an invitation, for fucks sake.”

“An—an invitation?”

Her lips stretched into a rueful smile, “You really are over—I—nevermind.”

A sigh, then, “I’m sor—“

James knew it was a far off chance, but he couldn’t help wonder. Which meant letting his mouth run off with its own feet.

“An invitation for snogging?”

Lily paused, glancing at him, “I prefer the term kissing, but sure.”

James looked back into his lap, hands fingering the loosened loop of the sock, “Same difference.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, Lily, I would like a kiss.”

She grinned like a Cherishie cat, all but shoving the book to her side and firmly placing herself in his lap, “Well, James, all you had to do was ask.”

He spluttered, “What are you doing?”

“Giving you a kiss.”

He stared at her lips until it came crashing down on his—sweet, wonderful, soft and broadcasting his heartbeat for the entire world to hear. He wanted this for so long now and it’s finally happening and he can’t process a comprehensive thought, but it was alright—he was where he wanted to be. In his bed, glasses knocked asknew, Lily Evans on his lap and snogging the living daylights out of him, hands looped around his neck and fingers tangled with his dark locks, one hand cradling the back of her neck and the other clutching onto her back. Her red hair fell on his hand, soft and fluffed up, lips moving against his to prise it open and tug playfully, emitting a moan from within.

Chapters: 4/6 Fandom: Naruto Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Uchiha Izuna & Uchiha Madara, Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Izuna, Senju Hashirama/Uchiha Madara, Senju Touka/Uzumaki Mito/Original Uchiha Character Characters: Uchiha Izuna, Uchiha Madara, Senju Tobirama, Senju Hashirama, Original Uchiha Character(s), Senju Touka Additional Tags: Fix-It of Sorts, Uchiha Izuna Lives, Founders Era, Izuna is underappreciated, Pre-Relationship Summary:

The moon might be a heavenly body, but it only shines in absence of the sun.

or,

Izuna finds his place in Konoha, but not where he expects it.

Clara forgot, so it was time to face the raven. A small reflection on the inevitable decision to return.

Reading Time: abt 4 minutes

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