*throws clothes at him*

so the figure skating anime is coming but you know what else should totally be a thing? figure skater mikleo. like he specializes in water/ice and he’s slender and elegant and all. and sorey would be his biggest fan of course

You’re In Love With Him But He Likes Your Best Friend: Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Masterlist linked in bio


It’s the first thing Y/n wakes up to, Savannah’s outraged voice echoing along the walls of Y/n’s bedroom.

Y/n groans, squinting her eyes open at the sudden movement of her bed shaking wildly.

Savannah’s pulling the stranger out of Y/n’s bed, her merciless hands continuously pushing him out the bedroom door. He’s half awake, his slumberous daze making him scramble as he attempts to throw his clothes back on.

“Fuckin’ Jesus” the unknown man grumbles, his eyes still half closed from the immense amount of alcohol he consumed the previous night.

Savannah remains relentless, despite his attempt to get fully dressed. He even falls at one point, when he hops on one foot to get his leg through his jeans, but she doesn’t stop for a second.

You, get out of here!” she demands, her hand giving him one last shove out the door before she slams it shut.

Y/n groans again, her sensitivity to anything other than complete darkness and silence making her throw the duvets over her head and bury her face in her pillow. She’s well aware that she has to embrace the very few seconds she has of total peace and quiet before Savannah begins to lecture her for the irresponsibility she just walked into.

She’s only able to reunite with darkness for a split second before Savannah pulls the covers completely off of her, bringing her back into the horrifying sunlight.

Y/n falls off the bed, letting out a groan as her still slightly intoxicated body makes contact with the wooden floor. Her hungover state is making it nearly impossible to figure out the chaos unraveling in the room; all she can really understand is the pounding in her head and the burning in her eyes every time she exposes them from their lids.

She rolls over onto her back, huffing as her fingers dig into her eyelids. She coughs, her abrupt movements making her stomach flip with every turn she makes. She’s given no time to recover before Savannah rips her arms away from her face, gripping onto her wrists as she pulls Y/n off of the floor.

“What the fuck is going on here, Y/n?!” Savannah yells, eyes glaring at Y/n’s very, very hungover stance.

Y/n nearly trips over her own two feet as she attempts to balance herself after Savannah harshly pulled her up from her collapsed figure. If she had the capability to answer back, she would have, but she’s still fucked up from last night and can barely stomach the sunlight seeping in from the curtains.

“Is this what you’ve been up to?!” Savannah spits, angry laughter tying into her words, “Is this the kind of shit you’ve been doing while cutting everyone off?! Sleeping with random guys?!”

The last thing Savannah expected to see was Y/n in bed with a half-naked man and empty bottles of alcohol scattered across her bedroom floor. It was extremely rare for Y/n to carelessly consume alcohol and have consistent one night stands. Savannah’s witnessed her go through these phases only a handful of times throughout their friendship, all of which stemmed from Y/n’s toxic intolerance of being alone.

She should have seen this coming, though. After finding out she’s been in a relationship with someone Y/n was in love with, the first thing she should have done was check up on her. But there was so much fear holding her back, so much guilt preventing her from confronting her about it.

She wouldn’t know exactly what to say, or how to say it, without making it sound like she was the shittiest friend in the world. She had a feeling Y/n had feelings for Harry, considering she had mentioned him a plethora of times once she met him.

And Savannah still took it upon herself to date Harry, for her own selfish reasons. She never thought that it was the potential reason Y/n was so distant. That thought was the last one in the back of her head, completely throwing her off guard when she found out.

She’s tried to reach out to her multiple times, only to be deliberately ignored and shut down. After a while, she figured all Y/n wanted was space, so she stopped trying for a couple days.

But nothing stopped Harry. He’d spend hours knocking on her front door, on his knees, begging for her to speak to him. He’d call her when he wasn’t near her, because he had driven himself crazy knowing he never told Y/n what he needed to tell her so urgently.

Y/n knew—she knew just how much effort he was putting into seeing her again. She heard him, every day, through her front door, but she never knew what to do. The constant fear that Harry didn’t feel the same way back was all the convincing she needed to never speak to him again.

There’s only so much her heart could break, and she didn’t know how many more times it could before she finally snapped.

Y/n grips her head as she squints her eyes shut, hissing at the throbbing in her head when Savannah’s voice booms throughout the room. The overwhelming migraine taking over Y/n’s head practically forces her to sit on the edge of her bed, the palm of her hands still digging into her eyes.

“Not cutting anyone off,” Y/n mumbles, grumbling when she opens her eyes properly to look at Savannah, “I’m just adjusting.”

It isn’t a lie. Her intention wasn’t to ignore them, not at all. But as time went on, the more her emotions started becoming fragile; one wrong sight would have made her break.

And as stupid as it sounds, having sex was the only time she felt wanted after Harry and Savannah started dating. Even if it was in a drunken state, even if it was just purely for physical pleasure, the hours spent with random men were the only moments she felt purpose.

It was also her biggest distraction. Having one night stands was her emotional outlet, her way of letting out all of her emotions without actually doing so. It sure as hell was better than being alone—anything was.

Savannah sighs, shaking her head softly as she kneels eye level to her. She’d never seen her like this before, so lost and broken. She would have lectured her further if she wanted to because she had every right to smack some sense into her. But after all this time, after all the pain she could only imagine Y/n going through, could she really do that to her? Could she really blame her for doing this to herself?

“Y/n,” she rubs her legs, “I have been the shittiest, most horrible friend to you. I was so selfish and so inconsiderate, and I don’t blame you for not speaking to me these past couple days. But, Y/n, this—” her hands gesture around the horrendous state of her bedroom, “this isn’t adjusting. Having drunk sex isn’t going to rid your feelings for Harry. You’re suppressing your emotions, you’re running away. That’s what you’re doing.”

Y/n’s lips begin to quiver as her eyes well with tears; the first time she’s truly cried since the night she saw Harry at Lexi’s. Savannah feels somewhat relieved when she sees the tears falling from Y/n’s eyes. It isn’t a familiar sight to see, but it shows her that she’s actually accepting what she’s been hiding all along.

“You have to talk to me. I don’t care if you yell at me, Y/n. I don’t care what you do to me, but you have to talk to me. You have to show me something. I can’t be hearing about your feelings from Harry, that’s not fair for anyone.”

“What was I supposed to say?” Y/n whispers, her words breaking beneath cries she so desperately wishes she could stop.

But there’s no going back now. The alcohol is still running in her system and she’s reacting instinctively. There is nothing holding her back, not now.

“How was I supposed to tell him that I was in love with him when I knew he didn’t feel the same way? And how was I supposed to tell you anything about him when I knew this would end up happening anyways?! And what was I supposed to say to the both of you when you both decided to take it upon yourselves to flirt in front of me?!

By now, Y/n’s blood is starting to boil. The words coming out of her mouth are laced with venom, her sudden shift in mood making Savannah swallow thickly. But everything in her is operating a million miles an hour, her words coming out faster than her brain can register. She doesn’t even remember standing up from the bed while she paces around her bedroom, empty bottles rolling around the wooden floor.

“Because no matter what I would have done, it would have ended the same! The way it always does, Savannah! The way it always ends with you getting what I want, even if I want it more—“


“Even if I need it! You still get it!”

The harshness in her voice is replaced by violent cries, her words drowned in uncontrollable sobs.

The pain is all over. Everything she’s attempted to numb is now all hitting her at once. All the loneliness, all the anger, all the hurt she’s been burying is now reaching the surface. She can barely breathe, all of the emotions suffocating her, squeezing against her throat.

Savannah is quick to embrace her shaken body, shushing her as her hands rub up and down her back.

A part of her always knew she was the reason Y/n’s love life was barely existent. Although Y/n never admitted it, she drops hints at it every so often. She did notice how all of Y/n’s high school crushes ended up liking her instead, and did notice how whenever Y/n tried to date, she would barely mention them to her. It was as if she was hiding them from her, completely intimidated that Savannah would take away her only chance at a relationship.

And Savannah can’t shake the horrible feeling she has when Y/n admits all of it to her.

Y/n buries her face in her shoulder, her tears soaking through her t-shirt. She wishes she could hold a grudge against Savannah, but she doesn’t have the heart to blame her for anything that’s happened. Everything is because of Y/n, everything happening is because of her fear of emotions and every bit of her has no one else to blame.

“I need him.” Y/n sobs into her shoulder, her hands tugging at the ends of her shirt for some sort of release.

“I need him so much. And I hate it—I hate that I do so m—much.”

“Oh, Y/n.” Savannah kisses her temple, holding her higher against her.

She knows how much Y/n needs him, and knows now more than ever. She was her happiest when she first met him, she was almost an entirely different person. But now, after everything that’s happened, Savannah has never seen her more of a wreck than she is in this moment.

“Let’s sit you down, you need to breathe.”

Y/n whimpers as she’s placed back on the bed, Savannah reminding her to breathe every couple of seconds. She looks at Y/n with sadness in her eyes, comforting her whenever she needs it most.  

“He needs you, too, you know.” Savannah sighs, shaking her head as she takes Y/n’s fidgeting hands into hers.

“I never noticed it until you distanced yourself from us. He didn’t open up to me the way he should have, never talked to me the way he had with you. When I asked him about it—asked him why he wasn’t communicating with me properly, he always mentioned you.”

Y/n flutters her eyes shut, pursing her lips with the slight possibility that Harry may actually feel the same way towards her. There was always a part of her that fully believed the only reason he’s tried so hard to reach her was because he felt guilty for hurting her so much.

But knowing that there’s a chance in Harry reciprocating feelings gives Y/n an overwhelming sensation she’s ever experienced before. It’s the first time in a while there’s a particular type of warmth in her chest, and she swears she begins to tear up from the bit of happiness she’s been missing.

“He would tell me that you were the only one he truly felt comfortable around. Even confessed you were the only one he’d ever be able to talk to, even if we were in a relationship. He was going absolutely mental.”

Savannah sweeps the pad of her thumb under Y/n’s eye, catching the few extra tears that are overflowing. She smiles weakly at her in reassurance, raking her knotted hair between her fingers.

“No matter how much he claimed to like me, he loved you. He’ll always love you. And even when he was completely oblivious, I know now that, deep down, he was always yours. He was never really mine, no matter how much we all thought differently.”

Y/n nods slowly, a small smile tugging at her lips when she hears Savannah’s words. It’s the first sense of hope she’s felt in a while, and it almost completely rids the pain. Almost.

“I’m sorry for ruining your relationship, though. I kind of feel like this is all my fault.”

Savannah laughs softly, finding it almost completely unbelievable that Y/n always finds a way to apologize, even when things aren’t her fault.

“Are you serious, Y/n? Nobody, including me, can love that man half as much as you do. I ruined your relationship. You barely had anything to ruin.”

She runs her hands through Y/n’s hair one last time before patting her shoulder, a smirk growing on her face as she stands up from her kneeling position.

“Now, up you go. I believe you have to talk to someone who’s been dying to see you.”

It’s when Y/n is about to walk out of her door, freshly showered with a new change of clothes, ready to face Harry when she realizes she never said it.

She never fully told Harry she loves him, not when he was conscious, at least. She had felt it for so long, it has taken over her for so long, yet she never told him how she felt. It almost makes her wonder if it’s the reason why he’s been trying so hard for her.

He needs to hear her say it.

“It’s not hard.” She mumbles to herself as she unlocks her front door.

“Not hard, I just have to fucking sa—”

“Y/n!” Harry breathes out, springing from his position on the ground up to his feet.

He twitches when he instinctively brings his hand up to reach for her, but he holds himself back. He isn’t quite sure how far he’ll allow her to go, but if it were up to him, every part of her would be against him. Every single part.

She sucks in a breath, not expecting to see him waiting on her doorstep, and certainly not expecting him to seem so relieved to see her.

“H—Harry,” she whispers hesitantly, “what are you—“

“I’m sorry!” He stutters, interrupting her before she has a chance to finish asking her question.

“I know how inappropriate it is of me to just sit on your doorstep so unexpectedly but I knew Savannah was coming and I thought that maybe this would be the only time I’d get to see you and I was going to come in but some guy came running out of here and I didn’t want to get in between your time with Savannah so I just figured I’d wait until you came back out but I wasn’t sure if you ever would so I just figured I'd—“

He stops rambling when he feels Y/n’s hand on his cheek, her eyes looking at him with so much tenderness he swears his heart melts.

“Catch your breath, Harry.” She mumbles, rubbing her thumb along his cheek, “Just take a breath.”

He inhales sharply as he closes his eyes, turning his head so that her hand is against his lips. He kisses her palm softly before she moves it to play with his unbrushed hair.

His eyes flutter shut at her touch, his body almost completely melting into her. He feels his weakest now more than ever, and he’s never been more relieved to be this close to her again.

“Who was he, Y/n?” he whispers.

“The guy, who ran out of here, who was he?“

As much of a coward as it makes him, the thought of her in bed with someone else physically and mentally pains him more so than he’s ever expected. His head swims with thoughts of her naked, trembling, crying as she devotes her love to some other man, and the more he thinks about it, the more sick his stomach feels.

“Have I been trying for nothing? Have I been wasting my time?”

How could you ever doubt my love for you? is the first thought that comes to her. How could you ever question how much I love you?

Instead of saying the words right at the tip of her tongue, her eyes crease inward, slightly shaking her head as she scrapes her fingertips delicately against his scalp.

“I don’t know, Harry.” she whispers honestly, “I don’t know who he is.”

He nods softly, but nothing in her answer reassures him. He knows there is no other explanation for a guy to run out of her house at nine in the morning without a shirt on.

“May I come in? Wanna talk.” He asks tentatively.

“Of course you can.”

Silence falls between them as they both claim spots on opposite sides of the room. 

There’s a tension in the room they both can’t seem to shake, an unaddressed barrier between them making it nearly impossible to find an appropriate way to start a conversation.

Harry’s the first one to break the silence, however, after a few minutes past of each of them refusing to make any eye contact with each other. 

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

The question caught Y/n’s attention quickly, her head that was once resting in the palm of her hand now up on its own, a small “hm?” parting past her lips.

She’s acting dumb even though she knows exactly what he’s talking about. She just isn’t prepared to answer him, not in the way he wants her to.

“That you’re in love with me. Were you ever going to tell me?”

She shrugs, her teeth biting her bottom lip as she tears her gaze away from his. She isn’t used to confrontation, especially when it involves her emotions. It’s one of her weaknesses, but there’s absolutely no way around this one. Even if there was, she wouldn’t have the audacity to take it. He deserves to know—everything this time.

“I told you before.”

Harry’s jaw clenches, eyes narrowing as he looks at her from across the room. No, he may have been oblivious about her feelings in the beginning, but he sure as hell would never have forgotten it if she told him how she felt.

“Bullshit!” He scoffs. “You didn’t tell me shit! We wouldn’t be here right now if you had told me!”

She sighs, her cheek laying right back down in the palm of her hand, almost as if shying away from him.

“Well, it’s just—you were sleeping.”

Harry stands from his place on the couch, face scrunching in aggravation as his hands rub up and down his face.

“You’re kidding me, right? You have to be fucking kidding me right now!”

His fingers harshly grip the roots of his hair before stomping is way towards her. If he doesn’t get any answers out of her, he swears he’ll lose his goddamn mind.

His hands grip the sides of her face, squeezing her jaw between his hands as he looks at her bewildered.

“I need answers, Y/n. I don’t think you understand how many fucking answers I need right now.”

He speaks through clenched teeth and a tightened jaw, frustration boiling in his blood as she gives him the outright most ambiguous and outrageous answers he’s ever heard in his life.

Y/n places her hands on top of his, her fingernails digging gently into his skin. Despite the harshness of his stare, this is the first time she’s seen him in weeks, and she still finds him to be the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen.

“It was the night after I drove you back from Lexi’s, when you and Savannah were kind of going through that rough patch.”

He falls to his knees in between her legs, an almost unnoticeable smile tugging at his lips from the memories of that night. Because although Savannah had left him by himself, he had a night with Y/n that changed him forever.

"You fell asleep on me, after you told me you were still going to fight for her. That was probably one of the worst things you could have said to me, but you didn’t know, and I was angry at myself for not telling you sooner. I didn’t know how else to tell you unless you were—you were sleeping.”

His hand reaches up to her lips, his thumb tracing along the outlines of her mouth once she’s done speaking. No matter how much she confuses him, and no matter how fucking angry she makes him, he wouldn’t want to be staring at anybody else right now.

“I loved you then, too” he whispers, “I didn’t know it. I didn’t know anything until you left me. I knew you meant everything to me, I knew you were the only one I trusted so deeply. But the second I lost you, I felt empty.”

He presses his forehead against her collar bones, her heart beating quickly against his neck. She sighs, her fingers intertwining with his against her lap as her hips slide more towards the edge, her knees supporting the sides of his chest.

“Didn’t matter that I had Savannah. She was lovely, don’t get me wrong, but she wasn’t you. I tried so hard to make myself believe I was just missing you as a friend, but there was nothing that convinced me.”

His tearful eyes looked into hers, both chuckling slightly at their current state. They’re both crying, both their hearts racing in their chests. If someone were to tell them now that there’s a feeling even remotely close to how beautiful they feel now, together, they wouldn’t have believed it for a second.

Y/n wipes away the loose tears on his cheeks while she sniffles, giggling softly at how stupid they probably look.

“I’ve always loved you, Harry,” she whispers, “there’ll never be a time that I stop. No matter how hard I try, my love for you is stronger.”

It’s when the words fall from her lips that Harry realizes all he needed was for her to hear her say it. Her voice is so sweet as she says it, too, and her eyes leave no trace out doubt when she looks into him.

He tries to hold back the irresistible urge to kiss her, but it’s completely impossible. His lips press feverishly against hers, both of them releasing moans at just how right it feels to be kissing one another. Their kiss isn’t the slightest bit romantic. It’s harsh, it’s desperate, it’s messy but it’s just what they need.

Harry crawls on top of her, his hands on every part of her they can touch. He groans when he feels her nails scratch down his back, leaving her giggling underneath him.

“Mine.” He growls, his thumb putting pressure right underneath her chin.

He admires her face, the glorious look of her swollen lips, wet eyes, and pink cheeks. It’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. A soft whimper leaves her lips, craving nothing more than to feel his lips against hers again.

“These lips are mine. All of you—all of you is mine. No other fucking wanker gets you the way I do.”

She smirks, her eyes half-lidded.

“‘m not allowed to sleep with random guys but you’re allowed to fuck my best friend?”

He presses his lips against her again, his hands brushing loose strands of hair away from her face as he does so.

“Never fucked her,” He mumbles against her lips, “couldn’t get you off my mind.”

Y/n rolls over so that she’s on top of Harry, her legs on either side of his waist as her hands roam his chest through his t-shirt. He looks priceless like this, weak and breathless underneath her as her hands grip the sides of his face.

“The prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

He blushes, his bottom lip in between his teeth as he sends her the biggest grin she’s ever seen on him. His eyes are full of love, too, and Y/n swears every breath she had the chance to take has been knocked right out of her.

“Nobody makes me feel the way you do, Y/n. Nobody.

Second chance

(A/N): I just really needed Bucky fluff so

Summary: (Y/N) gives Bucky a home, a family, love, a second chance.

Warnings: fluff

Tags: @mcuimxgine, @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x, @saradi1018, @holland-toms, @superwholockian309, @fly-f0rever, @capbuckthor, @livandlilah, @callmeoncette

Originally posted by veestronger

   Bucky winces as the front door creaked; he’d have to change the hinges soon. The floor boards ached underneath his boots, making awful creaking noises with each step. Goddamit, he was trying to be quiet for fucks sake and his 7,000 year old house was making that nearly impossible.

   “You’re back early,” Bucky looks up from the old wooden floor to look upon his wife, standing at the foot of their stairs with a robe wrappedaround her body. Bucky can’t help but smile as he lowers his bag to the ground, immediately enveloping (Y/N) into a tight hug.

   “Mission went off without a hitch,”

   “Mmhh, that’s good,” (Y/N) hums softly as she runs her fingers through Bucky’s sweat matted hair. “No bruises, cuts, broken bones?”

   “My leg has a small scratch, nothing to be too worried about,” (Y/N) releases Bucky from their hug instead taking his hands as she quietly led him up the stairs, stopping when the floorboards would creak gently. It took a few minutes but (Y/N) finally got them up the stairs and into their shared bedroom.

   (Y/N) immediately drags Bucky to their bathroom, gingerly forcing him down onto the side of their bathtub, a vintage claw foot that Bucky spent years trying to install.

   “Clothes off,” (Y/N) states matter of factly as she reaches under their sink, grabbing the first aid kit she always had on hand.

   “(Y/N), it’s really nothin’ to worry about doll, just a little scratch-”

   “Don’t make me tell you again Mr. Barnes,” (Y/N) clucked her tongue at him, smiling just a bit. Bucky smiled as he unbuttoned his vest, letting it droop to the floor as he began worming his boots and pants off. Before his pants were even off his leg (Y/N) pounced upon him, inspecting his wound thoroughly as though she were some kind of surgeon. She might as well have been a surgeon given how often she was stitching Bucky up, making him feel better and okay.

   “I don’t think it’s going to need any stitches- this time,” (Y/N) adds the last part with a soft smile. “Probably just some cleaning and a bandage.”

   “See, what did I tell you-”

   “But you need a shower, you smell horrible,” Bucky chuckles gingerly as he shakes his head, still being mindful enough to be quiet.

   “Only if you join me,” (Y/N) smiles softly, chuckling herself.

   “I have to go make breakfast soon-”

  “We’ll help each other, promise,”

   “James Buchanan Barnes, the last time you tried to cook in my kitchen you nearly burned our entire house down,”

   “Yeah, but then we got to renovate, remember how fun that was?”

   “I remember you nailing your hand to a piece wood, that’s for sure,” (Y/N) chuckles again, shaking her head fondly at the memory.

   “Well, I have experience now and I promise I won’t burn our kitchen down,” Bucky smiles softly, his eyes twinkling with a warm sort of fondness for his wife. “Please join me?”

   “Fine, but only because you asked so nicely,” (Y/N) slides off her robe as Bucky turns their tub on, letting it fill up with warm water before he and (Y/N) clambered In.

   Bucky looks back as (Y/N) slides her bra off, leaving her completely vulnerable to his gaze. It felt like Bucky’s breath had been taken away; it didn’t matter how many times he looked at (Y/N), every time he did it felt like the first, every single time.

   “You’re gorgeous,” Bucky whispers as he settles his hands on (Y/N)’s waist as his gaze rakes up and down her body, taking every chunk of her in. “So gorgeous,” Bucky leans forward, pressing a series of kisses along (Y/N)’s hips, stomach, and sternum. Her breath hitches in the back of her throat and her hands immediately fly to his hair, gripping it gently.

   “Bucky, bath first, sex after breakfast,” Bucky smiles as he pulls back, looking up at (Y/N) adoringly.

   “You’re no fun,”

   “Get in the tub you loser,” (Y/N) chuckles as they give his shoulder a gentle tap, before she clambers into the tub, taking up almost half the thing.

   “God, we need a new tub,” Bucky mutters as he slides in, right between (Y/N)’s legs.

   “And you’re not installing it,” (Y/N) presses a gentle kiss to his forehead as she grabs his shampoo bottle, flipping the cap open and squirting some onto her palm.

   “Why not?” Bucky pouts adorably as (Y/N) uses her free hand to work some water into his hair.

   “I don’t need to remind you of what happened the last time you tried to install something,” (Y/N) chuckles as she works the water into his hair, soaking it before working the shampoo in. Bucky hums in delight, sighing as he relaxes against (Y/N)’s body.

   “It was my first time, I can do it so well now-”

   “Bucky,” (Y/N) title his head up enough that she can lean down to press a kiss to his lips. “No more repairs or installations for you, we’ll get a contractor to come out and help,”

   “What the hell kind of contractor is going to come all the way out here?”

   “Bucky, stop squirming or you’re going to get shampoo in your eyes,” (Y/N) chuckles as she fondly strokes her husband’s scruffy cheek, just a barely there touch that she knew he enjoyed so much.

   Bucky settles down, enough for (Y/N) to wash his hair, condition it, and manage to cover some parts of his body in soap.

   “And I’m sure uncle Clint wouldn’t mind coming in to help fix the tub,”

   “You’d pick Clint over me?” Bucky looks almost appalled as he looks up at (Y/N), his eyes narrowed and mouth open. (Y/N) smirks as she hands the soap over to Bucky, smacking the soapy bar into his outstretched hand.

   “Mhm, yes I would,”

   “I’m offended,” Bucky mutters as he washes all the parts (Y/N) wasn’t able to get, namely anything past his pecs.

   “Boohoo,” (Y/N) chuckles as Bucky begins to work on his legs, having to sling one of them over the edge of the tub to clean it. “I’ll make it up to you later,”

   “Yeah,” Bucky grumbles as he works on the other leg. “I’m sure you will,” (Y/N) smiles as she tilts her head, just enough to kiss the side of Bucky’s head.

   “How about waffles for breakfast and me for dessert?” Bucky hums as he sets the soap down, tilting his head up to smile at (Y/N).

   “That sounds heavenly,”

   “Well let’s get going then Big guy,” (Y/N) chuckles softly as Bucky clambers out of the tub, grabbing a towel for himself and two for (Y/N).

   “Thank you,” (Y/N) gets on her tiptoes to press a kiss to Bucky’s lips before quickly pulling away again. “You’re running out of clothes to wear,” (Y/N) comments as she throws him a pair of boxers and loose sweats. “We’ll have to go shopping soon,” Bucky Hums as he gets dressed, sliding his clothing on as he watched (Y/N). God- he could just look at her all day. She was beautiful in his eyes, any little imperfection that she hated Bucky loved, any stretch mark or unwanted mole, any “fat” that she claimed to have he loved it.

   Bucky can’t help but wrap his hands around (Y/N)’s waist as she slips a shirt on, letting it bunch around his arms.

   “I missed you,” Bucky whispers as he nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck. “I missed this,” (Y/N) sighs as she settles her arms over his, grasping his hands gently and giving them a gentle squeeze.

   “I missed you too…how long will you be staying this time?”

   “Whenever Fury calls me back,” Bucky presses his lips to (Y/N)’s neck, giving her a series of open mouthed kisses. (Y/N) hums pleasurably, tilting her head to the side a bit to give Bucky better access.

   “We miss you,” (Y/N) whispers, stopping Bucky dead in his tracks. We. (Y/N) and their children; their children. Sometimes Bucky forgot he had a life here, a loving wife, three amazing kids, he was so caught up with Shield and missions and hydra that he forgot that he was past that part of his life; he didn’t have to worry about hydra, shield and missions weren’t his day and night anymore but (Y/N) was, his family was.

   “I know baby,” Bucky sighs as he breaks away, rubbing at his forehead as he does. “I need to resign, I need to do something-”

   “Don’t do anything you don’t want to do, I don’t want you to feel like you have to give up shield for us-”

   “But I want to,” Bucky hangs his head, sighing once again. “I want to leave that chapter of my life behind. It’s like I’m stuck on the same damn page twenty four seven and I hate it. You guys are my new chapter, I just need to stop going back and rereading the last ones…” (Y/N) smiles softly as she reaches out, holding Bucky gently.

   “Then take a break, stay at home, learn how to cook, fix our tub and walls-”

   “I thought you said no more renovations for me?” Bucky smiles just a bit, one quirk of his lip is all.

   “Mh, I’ve changed my mind, plus if you’re going to be here all the time you’re going to need to learn how to do some work,” Bucky chuckles as he holds (Y/N), a sweetly almost earthy sound filling the air.

   “You’re rude to me,”

   “Yeah I am,” (Y/N) smiles as she gently kisses Bucky’s bare chest. “And you love me for it,” (Y/N) pulls away, taking Bucky by the hand as she gently guides him down the stairs and into their kitchen.

   “Yeah, unfortunately I do,” (Y/N) gasps, feigning hurt as she clutches at her heart.

   “I’m hurt, wounded,” Bucky chuckles as he wraps his arms back around (Y/N)’s waist, smiling as he squeezed them gently. “No, stop, I’m mad at you,” (Y/N) laughs as Bucky nuzzles his scruffy face in the crook of her neck, tickling her gently. “Bucky, stop, we have to make breakfast!” (Y/N) whispers harshly to the soldier but her smile betrayed her tone.

   “If you keep yellin’ like that you’re gonna wake the kids up,”

   “Yeah, and it’ll be your fault-” (Y/N) smiles as she waddles towards their fridge, dragging Bucky with her as he refused to let go of her waist. “I thought you said you were helping,” (Y/N) smirks as she reaches for the milk and eggs, holding them both in one hand while the other retrieved a small pack of bacon.

   “I am,” Bucky chuckles as he grips (Y/N)’s hips gently.

   “Then get me some flour and salt,” Bucky smiles as he presses a kiss to (Y/N)’s cheek before sauntering off to retrieve all the necessary items for waffles.

   Bucky’s hand stalls as he reaches for a bag of sugar- He stared at the metal plating, stained with years of wear and tear, bodily fluids, and plenty of chalk and paint from both Steve and his children. It didn’t seem like too long ago when he’d used that same hand to choke innocent victims, it didn’t seem like years ago when one day a certain woman came up to him, held his hand, and begged him to help her. That’s how he had met (Y/N). She was being followed by a few shady men and she came to Bucky’s side for comfort. She didn’t even know him, he looked like an ex con for fucks sake and yet she still took his hand and begged for help. He remembered looking into those shining eyes of hers and feeling his heart clench as he was met with a fearful gaze. She begged him to pretend to be her boyfriend, which he gladly did.

   They had walked around, stopped at a cafe, talked, and eventually stopped at Central Park. Bucky was having such a fantastic time that he didn’t even notice when the men stopped following the two of them, and apparently so did (Y/N).

   “They stopped,” (Y/N) had whispered as she looked around the park. “Oh my god, thank you so much Bucky, thank you so, so, so much. How can I repay you?”

   “How about a real date, one where we don’t have to worry about men following us around?” Bucky knew it was a long shot, he was the infamous winter soldier after all, there was no way (Y/N) would ever agree-

   “I’d love that,” (Y/N) had whispered, giving his hand a good squeeze. It was in that moment Bucky realized for the first time in forever he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t afraid he was going to hurt (Y/N), he wasn’t afraid that hydra was lurking around the corner, he wasn’t afraid of what the next mission would be, for once he could finally just be.

   “Buck, I need that sugar,” (Y/N) smiled tenderly at Bucky as she held a whisk in her hand, parts of it dripping in thick batter.

   Bucky clears his throat as he reaches for the sugar, snatching it up before handing it to (Y/N).

   (Y/N) had given him a second chance. He had been a broken shell, something of the man he once used to be but when (Y/N) showed up the pieces slowly started to fall back into place. He didn’t feel so scared anymore, he slowly adopted the old Bucky Barnes back into his life, the fun, playful, loving one that everyone had missed so much. (Y/N) had given him a second chance at life.

   “Daddy!” Three high pitched voices break him away from his thoughts. Three pairs of feet hit the hardwood as Bucky’s kids come barreling after him; Elizabeth, Collin, and Ben. Ben and Collin were his first two kids, twins, and Elizabeth was the youngest, daddy’s princess.

   All three kids latch onto Bucky immediately, shouting happily as they climb all over him. Bucky laughs as he picks up Elizabeth and Ben, letting Collin climb (more like Jump) up onto his back.

   “Yeah, yeah, daddy missed you too you goofballs,”

   “Daddy, I drew you a bunch of pictures!” Elizabeth cries happily, pointing to the fridge with a small finger. Bucky looks surprised as he looks at them, smiling widely when Elizabeth giggles.

   “They’re beautiful baby,”

   “Daddy! I finally hit our baseball into that meadow!”

   “Did you now?” Bucky looks at Ben, who was looking up at his father adoringly.

   “Oh yes he did, he went in to retrieve it and I couldn’t find him for half an hour,” Bucky laughs as (Y/N) continues to whisk and fold the batter.

   “And Collin,” Bucky tilted his head backwards, smiling at his son. “What have you been up to Buddy?”

   “Mommy’s been teaching me how to read big boy books!”

   “Like what?”

   “Harry- Harry-”

   “Harry potter?”

   “Yes!” Colin smiles excitedly.

  “That’s so cool!”

  “Yeah!” Collin nods as he wraps his arms around Bucky’s head, making it impossible to see anything.

   “Kids, why don’t you go play on the swing and daddy will come play once breakfast is almost done?” The children squeal happily as they jump off Bucky, rushing to the back door and out into their endless backyard.

   Bucky smiles fondly as he watches them scurry off, his heart clenching just a bit. Years ago he never would have believe he’d settle down, get married, have a family, he had been too dangerous for that but here he was, making breakfast for his wife and children and in his own home too, not some tower or sanctuary, his own home with rooms and a kitchen and a backyard.

   Bucky can feel the tears burn at his eyes but he ignores them for now. Instead he wraps his arms around (Y/N) once again as his lips find purchase on her temple.

   “Thank you,” Bucky whispers hoarsely, making it obvious he was on the verge of tears. (Y/N) immediately looks at him, her beautiful eyes shrouded in worry.

   “What for?” Bucky smiles gently as he rubs his nose against (Y/N)’s, inhaling her comforting scent deeply.

   “For giving me a second chance,”

A Contained Mess

Request: Kylo Ren plus dry humping please god!!”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 926

Warnings: Smut (obviously)

A/n: I’m screAMING!!!! Riding Kylo’s thigh involved!! Yes!!!

Originally posted by sensualkisses

The silence was almost unbearable. It was only rarely broken by the beeping of the monitor that demanded a sliver of attention, easily being hushed by the pressing down of your lazy finger. It was just you in the office, everyone else had gone to celebrate the success of an offensive mission against the Resistance. You would have gone too, but the centre needed at least one able body to look after it. You had drawn the short straw, and so found yourself in a position of absolute monotony, rocking on your creaky chair as the steady squeaks and quiet beeps started to cause your ears to ring.

“Hard at work I see.” A robotic voice echoed across the dimly lit room, surprising you to the point of almost falling off the office chair.

“Blast, Kylo!” You breathed, holding a hand up to your chest. “You scared me.”

“Forgive me,” He chuckled in response, the delightful sound contradicting the droning crackles that his helmet produced. “I came to look for you when you weren’t at the party.”

You groaned as a red button lit up, beeping annoyingly, compelling you to lean over in your chair to swat it down.

“Unfortunately, I got stuck overwatching the ship’s main console. Really, quite thrilling work.” You said with a dissatisfied huff. Kylo removed his helmet, placing it on your work station with a smirk.

“Would you like me to help you… pass the time?” He asked, taking a seat next to you.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, what do you mean by "the opening of 2x14 was a deliberate negative parallel to Alex and Maggie’s scene from 2x09 in every respect" I'm not sure the writers are trying to be negative on purpose. I genuinely think they are oblivious.

I’m going to address that last sentence before I answer: being frustrated with a storyline because you don’t like it or don’t understand its purpose does not mean the person who created it is bad at their job. It just means you disagree.

That said, let me expand upon what I meant:

Kara’s morning-after scene with Mon-El in 2x14 intentionally juxtaposes Alex’s morning-after scene with Maggie from 2x09.

Similarities: both scenes start with similar background music and we can tell that it’s morning. The first person we see enter the frame is each girl’s respective love interest, but the girls themselves are somewhere offscreen. Both scenes also contain similar establishing shots of the bedrooms in disarray – at Alex’s we see the empty bed with pillows scattered on the floor and the blankets a mess; at Kara’s we see clothing scattered on the floor leading to the bed.

Now, differences:

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GOT7 As Roommates

So I was reminded of the one I did for BTS (which you could find here) and I thought this would be a cute thing to do <3

(gif credits to the original owners)


Originally posted by magiccastles

(hot ass)

  • he strikes me as a dad type
  • like he’ll be kinda protective of you, making sure you don’t stay out too late and come home at the right time.
  • he’ll say that it’s to keep a watch on you but he lowkey misses you.
  • typical dad always ends up falling asleep on the sofa.
  • so you always have to shake him to get him to actually go to bed.
  • you’ll feel really awkward when you accidentally call him dad bc he basically is
  • “is this a new fetish or something?”
    “shut up im jaebum”
  • also just another gross male that you have to deal with.
  • “leader of got7 or president of the US i don’t care, just wash the dishes”
  • people often mistake him for your boyfriend bc you guys are weirdly comfortable around him.
  • he’ll probably just walk around half naked with no shame
  • you’ll just throw his dirty laundry to get him to put clothes on.
  • does get a lil’ awkward if you’re ever upset.
  • will shyly admit he ordered take out to cheer you up and you chill for the rest of the evening.
  • he’ll get quite angry if someone has upset you or work is giving you a hard time but won’t show it.
  • since he’s a dad for thot7 as well, just expect the guys to often be over.
  • reliable dad friend roommate beom ™
  • you always make him cringe or make fun (in a friendly way okay)
  • you’ll be over sitting in a weird position on the sofa you’ll just be like “the a teaser, amirite” and poor boy would die of cringe.
  • with that weird dinosaur laugh he has

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taking power back

Hear me out.

That Scene with Geneva occurs because Jamie is powerless. But once they’re in the room together, he slowly takes power back, and by the end is in full control.

She calls him Jamie. He refuses - insists she call him Alex.

She asks him to disrobe. He does - but then says she can watch. Asks her to look upon him - to touch him - and then guides her hands to his body. Forcing her to see - and feel - the direct consequences of her actions. Forcing her to participate.

She is unsure - and he reassures her.

He gives her instruction during the act.

When it’s over, he tells her - TELLS her - she does not feel love for him. Then he sits up and throws her clothes at her - clearly the encounter is over.

Jamie dictates the ground rules. Jamie decides when to begin, how to do it, and how to end. And by the end, we see Jamie is completely in control of a situation that is completely beyond his control.

Taking - regaining - power, even when he has so little to begin with.

Reclaiming just a little bit of what was taken from him.

BTS Reactions - They catch you cheating on them with another member

Warning - May be upsetting to some readers, contains mature content, contains bad language

Moans and slaps of skin fill the room as you get closer and closer to you end. It’s just within reach, and there’s no guilt inside of you as you lean down to kiss the one who had been there when your boyfriend hadn’t. You think that maybe you should feel guilty for having sex with one of the other members, but right now, you just don’t care. He’d supported you when you need it. The other man moans beneath you, so loudly that you don’t here the front door close. You don’t hear the footsteps coming towards the room. You don’t even realise that your boyfriend is standing in the doorway.

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Somebody Else Pt 4

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 5

Rating: NC-17

Genre: Smut, Angst, college AU

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung

Warnings: Cheating, Explicit sexual content.

Summary: You had met Jungkook on a summer day at the age of 10,  at 12 you became best friends,  at 14 you had your first kiss,  at 15 you fell in love and at 16 you made love. You’ve never really knew what heartbreak was until at the age of 18 he broke your heart.

Inspired by Somebody else by the 1975.

A/N: Sorry if i have grammar mistakes, English is not my first language.

I wasn’t gonna post this today but here it is :)

You didn’t hear his almost inaudible whisper as he stroked your hair, hugging you closer to him “What am I going to do with you? You make me crazy”. You looked up to him, his strands of blonde hair matted in sweat pushed back. “That was amazing” you whispered.

“I know right? I was made for this” he cockily grinned. “Oh my god you are such a tease” you hit his chest and he grabs your hands as he places his finger against your lips. ”But I know you love it”. He says before he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth.

A week went by and all you could think about was Taehyung, his kisses, his very touch, his beautiful laughter, his silly way of being… he was the calm after the storm. But you couldn’t stop Jungkook’s name from crossing your mind at least once a day. Since the fight he had sent you dozens of texts, he even called you. But you had ignored each one of them. You had decided with Taehyung that you would keep your “relationship” secret for a while until you were ready to tell Jungkook. You really didn’t know what to tell Jungkook; “I like one of your best friends and I want to try to have a relationship with him?” You knew that wouldn’t work, you knew that the moment you would see Jungkook, the name Taehyung would disappear from your head. You knew that the moment you tried to leave Jungkook he would follow you and absorb you again, so strong was your attachment to him, so strong the name of Jeon Jungkook was buried in your heart.

A nocked sounded at your front door and you hurried to get out of the couch to open it,

You looked through the peephole of the door to meet a young man with blond hair, you smiled to yourself before opening the door with a smile on your face. “What are you doing here?” You asked.

Taehyung stood in front of the now open door with his characteristic grin. “I just wanted to see you” he replied; entering to your house with a long step to shorten the distance of your bodies. He cupped your cheeks in both of his hands and gently pressed his pink lips against yours. A feeling of calmness running through you right away; It was always like that with Taehyung, he managed to generate that effect in people; Tranquility.

You closed the door by pushing him against it, melting in the kiss deeper. If you were thinking about Jungkook just moments ago; that name was now in the depths of your head.

Taehyung was the first to separate his lips for air. “someone is anxious?” He chuckled softly. “Yah! You appeared out of nowhere in my apartment” you said blushing. "Speaking of which, what are you doing here seriously?”

“You didn’t want to see me?” He asked frowning, pretending to be hurt. “Firstly I really wanted to see you and … secondly there’s a party at Jackson’s tomorrow, you should go …” he said as he walked towards the sofa to sit on.

“Uh oh Jungkook will surely be there Tae, I’m not ready yet” Saying the name of your ex aloud still was hard and more with the man who was in front of you at the moment.

“Listen… I know Jungkook will be there, but this is an opportunity to show him that you are more than an object with which he can play and then throw away.” He stopped and then continued. “I’m not telling you to tell Jungkook about … our relationship” The last word came out in a sigh, the way he said it made you feel bad, you knew that Tae wanted to be with you officially, wanted to show everyone how happy he could make you, but it was not yet the time when Jungkook still fluttered in your mind. “Just go, take Minah with you, have some fun,” He finished smiling, giving you security.

“You’re right, I could have some fun after all…” you agreed with Taehyung that leaving your house wouldn’t do you so bad, you could always leave the party if you felt uncomfortable. “If you want to leave just send me a text and we’ll leave together, what do you think?” He said in a seductive voice, intending to continue what had happened a few minutes ago between you two.

That ended up convincing you; you had Minah and Tae if something went wrong. Maybe you wouldn’t even see Jungkook with the number of people who used to attend the parties of Jackson.

The reality was that Taehyung was everything you wanted to have after Jungkook broke up with you, someone who was there for you, who would listen to you, who would talk to you, distract you from the horrible thoughts that inhabited your mind. Since the black-haired young man left you, the only thing you could think of was that you weren’t good enough, beautiful enough or intelligent enough and that’s why he left you. You couldn’t help thinking that there was something wrong with you, that you had done something mistakenly, you still didn’t understand very well how fate had made you cross with a person as wonderful as Kim Taehyung, and how he had accepted you with his arms open even knowing how broken you were. There was more of Kim Taehyung than you knew.

Tae’s deep voice brought you back to the real world. “What are you thinking?” He asked and you looked at him in surprise. The question shocked you a little, pushing the thought to the back of your mind, hiding them, with your best smile you answered; “I was just thinking about what to wear tomorrow,” you lied.

“Ah, I do not care what you wear as long as you take it off for me.” He grinned and winked at you as you rolled your eyes at the comment but you couldn’t help but smile.

“Are you thinking about impure things already? What a slutty woman.”

“YAH! What are you saying!? You’re the one who was talking about taking off my clothes!” You replied by throwing yourself to him and hitting him on the chest with both hands.

Suddenly he grabbed you gently but strongly enough for you to not be able to move and turned you around, locking you on the couch with his legs “Or … you can take off your clothes now, I wouldn’t mind,” he said before kissing you roughly.

Here we go again.

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anonymous asked:

Ok I know everyone loves trans!richie but I think trans!eddie would be so adorable?? Because he’s so afraid that being so small and petite will give him away but his friends are so supportive and they reassure him all the time!! Can you please give me your headcanons on trans!eddie?


- so before he came out as trans eddie was always wearing pastel skirts and floral dresses because his mother wanted him to look exactly like her and he hated it

- “my gorgeous girl” was a personal favourite nickname of Mrs K’s

- richie always flirted with eddie when he was a girl and said he was the most beautiful girl in the world, and even though it made eddie’s stomach flutter he knew he didn’t like it

- eddie told bev first, and asked her if she could cut his hair for him (it was past his waist at this point)

- bev happily cut and styled eddie’s hair so it was now his signature parted look and he nearly cried because he actually felt pretty for the first time

- beverly also helped him throw away all of his girl clothes and make up and helped pick out new outfits for him, still liking some feminine colours and looks, including those adorable red shorts and his pink shirt

- eddie and bev walked to school the next day with eddie’s new look and literally NO ONE recognised him

- bill and stan both frowned when bev and eddie walked up to the table together and sat down, then stan recognised eddie’s eyes and he choked on his milk

- “you look amuh-muh-mazing, eds”

- “oh god, don’t start calling me that now i’ve changed my name”

- ben and mike started fawning over eddie and how he looked so cute and how the new clothes suited him so well

- ben was in awe of bev’s work on his hair and asked her to cut his from now on

- richie is the last one to see eddie and because he’s dim he doesn’t even recognise him

- “hey bev, who’s the new guy, he’s cute”

- “richie this is eddie, your best friend”

- richie’s eyes bulged out of his head and eddie panicked thinking he was gonna hate him now

- “holy shit, i thought you couldn’t get any hotter!”

- richie adored eddie even more because he could finally be his true self and eddie thanked every god for giving him these best friends

Far, Far Away

Summary: To move on with your life after your break up with Yoongi, you had to get away from him mentally and physically. While Yoongi can’t get you off of his mind, he knew he needed you back but once he returns from tour to apologize, you were long gone.

Word Count: 4594

Song: Far Away (ft. Chris Richardson) - Tyga


Originally posted by mochifairyjimin


You were both standing in the middle of your messy bedroom apartment, with red faces, heavy breathing, with the sound of heart strings getting pulled to their breaking point. You put a hand on your forehead and ran it through your hair and sighed heavily.

“So that’s it?” Yoongi picked his gaze up from the ground to finally look at you. The yelling, the screaming, the items that were being thrown it took a lot out of him. He was surprised to even hear a calm voice leave you right now. “You ignore me for a few days, apologize, then you come over and end things?”

“Y/N this isn’t working and we both know it.” You scoffed, licked your lips and turned your head to the side with a smile on your face and looked down at the ground with your hands on your hips.

“Could have fooled me Min Yoongi, I was definitely not expecting this.” You picked up a sweatshirt of his that was on the ground and walked over to him and slammed it to his chest while striding past him. He held the sweatshirt with both of his hands and followed you, like a lost puppy.

You opened up the front door and stood to the side. “Now get the fuck out of my house.” And Yoongi walked out, and the last thing he heard was a door slam and a picture frame falling to the ground.

That was it. He was out of your life. But why wasn’t the weight that he felt on his shoulders being lifted off? It wasn’t something he could worry about right now, he had other problems to focus on.

While you were on the inside of your apartment, your tough facade came tumbling down as you fell to your knees and the water droplets left your eyes.

Your world was tumbling down.

*End of flashback*

Walk a thousand miles

Just to see her (see her)

And he knew, as he was twirling around in his chair in his studio at late hours, why he wasn’t focused. He knew, that every time he stayed late, that exactly at 2:05am his mind would wander, and it would wander to you. No matter how hard he tried to get rid of you, to get you out of his thoughts, you always resurfaced.

And with time, he started doing it on purpose. He started staying late just so he could think about you. How he could hear your laugh perfectly in his mind, how your voice would be heard in his ears whenever he did something, it was like you were a ghost following him around - and he found joy in it.

“No.” Yoongi threw his pencil at the sheet of paper and laid back in his chair while adjusting his hat. Everything he wrote down, it somehow managed to be about you. He closed his eyes, and it was like a dream, like you were there, massaging his shoulders and telling him to take a break. And with that, he startled awake and turned around to make sure you weren’t actually there. But the door was opening, and the only person that came in was Namjoon.

With a yawn, he managed to say, “Yoongi we gotta go.”

“Joon, I’m almost done.” Namjoon rolled his eyes, and approached Yoongi to look over his shoulder at his work. He wasn’t surprised to see a song about love again.

“Going back to Y/N?” Yoongi just nodded, he couldn’t say no, Namjoon was right. He always went back to you, you were kind of his motivation right now.

“Yeah,” He stood from his chair and turned off the desk lamp. “It’s like she won’t leave my mind.” He pushed the chair in, and grabbed his wallet and notebook.

“That’s what love does.” Namjoon replied as they walked out of the studio and shut the door behind them. Silence fell over them for a bit, but not long until Namjoon spoke up again. “You’d still do anything for her wouldn’t you?”

And without a heartbeat Yoongi replied:

“I’d walk a thousand miles for her Joon.”

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Should’ve Known Better

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Length: 888+ words

TW: Angst! And implied smut! 

A/N: I’ve always wanted to write something like this, but never had any ideas on how to approach it, but it finally came to me! And I really liked how it turned out! I’m writing a second part bc my original plan was making this into another series, but I kinda like it where it ends off with. Lemme know what you guys think! 

Feedback is appreciated (AND SO ARE YOU)!

Part 1     Part 2

You opened the door just slightly, eyes widening when you saw familiar green eyes staring back at you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted quietly, an uneasy smile on his face. His shoulders were tense, his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets, and he looked… defeated. You closed the door again, noticing his little nod, as if he knew it would happen. With shaky fingers, you slid the metal latch, opening the door again, this time wider. He looked taken aback by the action, but he couldn’t hide the relief in his eyes.

“Come in,” you murmured, letting him into your apartment first before following him a few steps in. “What brings you here?” You walked by him, taking the lead into your living room, taking the seat on your couch whereas he stood near the hallway. He examined the small room, the kitchen on the right, the closet on his left, and your open bedroom across from him.

He shrugged.


He shook his head. His teeth grinding against his lower lip, as he stuffed his hands in the pocket of his jeans. 


“I need you,” he blurted out.

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It was the bitter cold nipping at his ears that caught Jungkook off guard as he made his way through the barren campus to class.

‘Ah, I definitely underdressed,’he quietly chided himself as the chilly winds tousled his hair around–  granted, that’s what he got for not checking the weather when he rolled out of bed a half an hour earlier. A cardigan was definitely not enough. It was surprisingly cold for what was supposed to be a spring morning– a steaming cup of hot coffee was the only thing to provide some sort of solace to his hands as he also forgot to wear gloves. Yet as much as he disliked the cold, he disliked morning classes even more. But alas, it was the only block of time he could fit in his schedule – the woes of being a double major.

And so, it was his rambling thoughts that accompanied him to class that morning. ‘I guess the only good thing about morning classes is how quiet it is, he mused as he opened the doors to the main building, finally reaching his destination. He always appreciated silence, as it was one of the rarer thing to come by these days. There was a strange sense of tranquility that the morning brought, only to be filled with the bustling chatter of college students as gradually filled up the streets to go to class as the day went on.

Upon entering the classroom, he took a preliminary scan of the seats. Much to his chagrin, a good chunk of the seats in the area that he usually sat had already been occupied by his fellow students.

Maybe getting coffee right before class was a mistake– especially considering that he woke up late.

Actually no, that was a silly thought. If he had to be honest to himself he hadn’t, he probably wouldn’t survive the morning without– the caffeinated drink was a necessity these days more than a want. Ah, but it was his own fault for staying up so late the prior night to begin with …

As he bantered back and forth with his conscience, his footsteps made way to the back row with fewer people where his eyes fell upon a young man clad in all black. But what Jungkook noticed was not the attire nor the presence of the other – rather, it was the drink sitting in front of the bespeckled young man.

It was from the very same cafe as the drink he had in his hand– one of his favorite spots. The cafe in question was one of the hidden gems he had found – not that many people knew about it as it was off campus. It was actually next to one of the dance studios he attended, but even that was a bit far from the college grounds. 

“Excuse me,” he addressed the raven haired male with an inquisitive smile, taking a small step forward as if to make his presence known in the least intrusive way possible. There was a brief pause as the eyes behind the pair of glasses met his own, “is this seat taken?” – First Meeting

// College!AU JK based off of @ask-architectyoongi‘s AU!  :D

Attempted some sort of character sheet and wrote a drabble based off of what could have been JK & Suga’s first time meeting????? I got a bit carried away with it sorry LOL/LOOKSAWAY >___>

Be More Chill Drama Squad Clothing Headcanons

-Christine has a lot of socks, like a lot.

-What kind? Any really. Regular socks, fuzzy socks, light up socks, knee highs, thigh highs…the list goes on

-her current favorite being her knee high cat socks (they’re also Jeremy’s favorite)

-Brooke will make anything she wears look good, having single handedly started the overalls trend of sophomore year

-but she prefers skirts and dresses because of how flowy they feel on her

-Chloe has a lot of shoes, it takes her a half hour everyday and a phone call to Brooke to decide on what pair she’ll wear that day

-Jenna has a closet full of everything that’s varying shades of purple

-“No Rich these two sweaters are not the same this one is fuchsia and that one is periwinkle.”

-Jake doesn’t really care about clothes as long as he thinks they look cool except for his red jacket that was the last birthday gift from his mom and dad before they ran away

-Rich’s clothes are mostly hand me downs from his brother that are a size too big on him.

-the SQUIP had him throw all those clothes away and buy a whole new set of cooler, better fitting clothes

-the only thing he still had from his brother is the Jack Skellington belt he wears everyday

-Jeremy doesn’t really care about what he wears but he is almost always wearing a blue cardigan

-as soon as the SQUIP was gone he burned the Eminem shirt

-Michael wears either his red hoodie or 80s/90s clothing all the time

-he has a few binders that Jeremy helped him pick out, his favorite being the blue yellow pineapple binder he got for his birthday a year ago

Bonus: The SQUIP likes glitter and is always projecting something sparkly.

Pouty| Brett Talbot

Requested by @rochyu :

“when the reader and brett are cuddlind in his bed naked (bc why not) and they’re falling asleep together until scott and stiles burts into his room and take him with them bc he have to help with something and then the reader and all the girls are taken to the lake house ffor sleepovers and brett find her and he so pissed bc his baby girl is not with him and pls end it cute”

Hey guys, first of all I wanted to say sorry for being so slow with updates. I actually wanted to write another request and chapter 6 of bonded tonight but I don’t feel really like myself, I feel a little bit torn down. So yeah sorry to everybody that requested something or that is waiting for an update of bonded.

I love you all, with all my heart.


Originally posted by lost-in-wonderland-67

You wrapped your bare legs around Brett and put your head on his chest, sighing contently. Brett smirked down at you and wrapped an arm around your naked body, the other one under his head. You closed your eyes, breathing in his scent.

“Brett, we need your help!”

Scott and Stiles bursted into the room. You let out a little scream and covered yourself with the bed sheets. Scott widened his eyes and looked at the ground, stuttering and blushing while Stiles just rolled his eyes.

“Not now guys, I’m busy,” said Brett holding you tightly.

Stole rolled his eyes again and grabbed his arm dragging him out of bed, with Scott’s help that managed to throw some clothes at him.

“He’ll be home by night.”

“Bye and sorry,” murmured Scott still looking at the ground.

You sighed and fell back into the cushions, closing your eyes.

You were woken up by two voices.

“Do you think she’s dead?”

“She’s just sleeping, Y/N? Y/N! Wake up.”

You opened your eyes slowly, Lydia and Malia’s faces  a few inches from you. You jumped back a little scared.

“Why are you naked?” said Malia. You looked down at yourself and quickly covered your body.

“What are you two doing here?”

“Taking you.”

You looked at Lydia confused.

“Sleepover,” said Malia, “wear this and let’s go. I want to get over with this as fast as I can.”

You thought that you wouldn’t have fun, but you had to admit that you were having fun. You laughed, watching Lydia tell her story about her first kiss, a complete disaster.

When you wiped away your tears you looked at the time.

3 a.m.

“It’s late we should start getting ready for bed.”

Lydia nodded and pointed the bathrooms for me and Malia. When you were all changes in your pyjamas you grabbed a few sleeping bags and laid them on the ground in the living room. Lydia had rooms for you and Malia but they agreed that sleeping on the floor was more fun and, even if you didn’t see the fun in waking up with your back and your neck hurting, you told them that it was fine for you.

When you were all settled in your sleeping bags you heard the door open and Scott, Stiles and Brett walked in.

“Just in time, go change and here’s yours sleeping bags. Brett you will sleep in Y/N’s.”

You closed your eyes and slipped into a state between sleep and wakefulness. You were abruptly woken up when you felt another body get into the sleeping bag with you.

You knew that something was wrong, Brett hadn’t wrapped your arms around you and he was a pretty touchy guy so you turned around to face him.

“Are you okay?”

“You didn’t tell that you were here, when I came back home I thought that you were waiting for me,” he said pouting.

You chuckled a little and caressed his cheek.

“Sorry, Malia and Lydia dragged me here,” you snuggled a little bit closer to his chest and finally gave in and caressed your hair.

“I love you.”

“Can you shut up now I am trying to sleep?” you heard a voice saying beside you.

Brett wrapped his hand around you and kissed your head.

“I love you too.”


Meihem Sleepover - (NSFW)

The wind was howling outside her tent, although the snows had not yet started. But she almost preferred the snow. It was soft and clean and could be manipulated into barriers and walls to shield her and her friends from the the storm. But here on the steppes, there was nothing but rock; bare and gray and cold rock, scrubby and scratchy plains grass, and that awful screaming wind. The temperatures had plummeted after the sun had dropped, and the only things keeping her and the rest of the team relatively comfortable were the scattered tents and the climate control fields that shimmered around them to keep the heat in; technology fighting against nature.

She wasn’t sure if the others were asleep…Or, well, Reinhardt was definitely asleep, and snoring so loud that he could be heard above the winds. Likely the others were trying to rest as well, with how late it had gotten. The only ones she knew were awake was herself and the junkers. And she knew because she could hear them in the tent next to hers, and they were fighting again. It was muffled, but she definitely heard Junkrat’s high-pitched voice snapping and snarling, and the much lower, rumbling tones of Roadhog for the few times he chose to answer. Rolling her eyes, she put on a pair of headphones and tried to block it out. The fighting continued, and she looked up a few times when there was a crashing and ripping noise, but decided it was best to remain in her own cozy tent, playing her music and looking over her notes.

Caught a kinda fever, whenever you’re around,” she sang softly, a little off-key and under her breath, “Can’t fight the way that you mess with my temperature…Uh-oh, can’t believe it-

There was a rattling ‘knock’ at her tent, the fabric denting and rustling, and a familiar “Oi, Mei?” at the door.

She closed her eyes briefly, sighing before removing her music and adjusting her pajamas, going to unzip the door enough to peek out. Sure enough, Junkrat stood just inside the faint glow of the climate field, hunched a little to fit inside, holding a tattered sleeping bag. He was dressed in nothing but a pair of smiley-face print pajama pants and shivered constantly as he gave her a look that was both miffed and perhaps a little pitiful, sniffling and wiping at his nose with one arm before announcing, “I’m sleeping with you tonight.”

“Excuse me?”

“Gonna share a tent, yeah?”

“It’s late, Jamison, go back to your own tent.”

“Uh…” He gestured behind himself; there in the dark, was the ripped up and thoroughly broken and stomped-looking remains of Junkrat’s tent, strips of fabric hanging from the broken poles at odd angles, and the climate field generator was nowhere to be found. “I can’t?”

She gave him a baffled look, palms up in an imploring manner. “What on earth happened?”

“…I dunno.”

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REQUESTED: “Credence has a praise/attention kink, like to start off with it’s just him needing it but after a while he discovers it stirs something in him(?) You can go wherever you want to go with this!“

Warnings: Unprotected sex (wrap up, everybody)

Word Count: 1,554

A/N: I went smutty.

Credence did not know that things would turn out this way. He had been starved for positivity and love, and Newt and his friends—especially you—had given him those things when he had most needed them. And the thing was, he still needed them, the praise and the kind words; it gave him bursts of confidence and feelings of self-worth to hear you tell him that he did a good job or that he was such a good boy. However, he had begun noticing that hearing you say things like that also did…other things to him. His breaths would come out in little puffs and the tell-tale tightening of his pants would send a furious flush to his cheeks, and he had no idea how to tell you this.

Things, however, reached their climax on one fateful Friday night when Credence, who was more confident now but just as reserved, had declined an invitation to go out with Newt and his friends for a well-deserved break. What he hadn’t realized was that you had also decided to stay in for the evening in favor of some silence and calm. So, hiding his surprise when you emerged from the kitchen and asked for some help with dinner, he got up from the couch to assist you.

You had asked him to reach the spices in the top cupboard for you and add what he wanted into the broth you had cooking, and really, it wasn’t hard a hard task. You were still happy he was helping though, and you were used to giving him compliments now—you loved seeing him share a small smile with you and blush—so you did what you always did. Only, this time it was too much for Credence.

You had tasted the broth from the spoon Credence had held out to you gently, cupping your hand underneath. Maybe this was what had him so off-guard for the compliment, because he was so busy noticing how beautiful you were smiling at him as you swallowed the liquid, which had him gulping at the sight of you. Regardless, you reached around to place a soft hand on the small of his back, gazing up at him with a warm glow in your eyes, and said, “This tastes great!! Better than what I would have put together. You’re just so good, Credence.”

Normally, he would have blushed and said thank you and turned away to hide exactly how much those words affected him, but somehow the “Thank you” got caught in his throat and a whimpering moan came out instead. His cheeks warmed, and he shuddered, turning away as he heard you click off the stove top. He couldn’t look you in the eyes because of all the shame he felt trapped in him until you had reached up gentle hands to cradle his face and turned him to look at you. “Credence?”

He finally dared meet your eyes and was shocked to find…curiosity, and maybe some hunger in there, if he could properly place what that look was. “Yes, Y/N?” Oh, that soft, rasping voice had always been too much for you even though you kept your distance, but you hadn’t realized your want for him had been mutual. And to see him now, trying to angle his hips away to hide his hardening… You couldn’t even speak, could only look up at him questioningly. “When you…tell me that I’m…good… It makes me…” He couldn’t finish his sentence; it was too shameful.

What you did next shocked him. Slowly, you brought a hand to his hip, turning him toward you and pulling him by a belt loop against you. He shuddered violently and couldn’t help the way his body curved in toward yours. You angled your face up toward his, letting your lips graze just slightly as you said, “You like it when I tell you that you’re my good boy?”

At your words, something woke up in him that he hadn’t realized had been so dormant until now. He breathed out a harsh and raspy “Yes” as he leaned down to catch your lips before they could pull away. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but the hum you released against his mouth seemed to tell him that he was doing it right. So he kept kissing you and brought a tentative hand to your neck, gasping when you reached up to curl his fingers more securely there. You kissed like this for a while, dragging lips and aching breaths, before you placed your hand against his now fully erect member, eliciting a shuddering gasp from him. “Please” was all he could manage to say as you pushed him back to living room and onto the couch before straddling him.

“Does my precious boy need me to touch him?” You hardly recognized yourself, but the way his eyes were screwed shut and the way his hands scrambled to hold onto anything affected you in the most arousing of ways. So you kept going. “You sound so good for me like this, Credence.” You were teasingly dragging your lips across his neck, savoring his breathy noises.

He let out a whining moan that had you rolling your hips onto him and gasping at the feel of him against your clothed center and had him throwing his head back, revealing the long, white column of his throat so that you could press sloppy kisses there. “Y/N…” Your name escaped him in a breathy prayer that had you whimpering against him.

“You feel so good, baby, so, so good. You’re all I can think about, Credence. You’re all I’ve been thinking about…” He let out a loud, drawn out groan as he bucked his hips up against you, pulling one of your own moans from your throat at the feel of him. You couldn’t undress fast enough before gently pulling his pants down, asking him if it was okay and nearly exploding at the desire in his eyes as he nodded desperately at you.

You positioned him carefully against your entrance as you slowly lowered onto him, never looking away from his face, taking in every twitch and gasp he released. His eyes were still screwed shut as he gasped “Please” one more time before you were rolling your hips again. The pleasure was intoxicating, and the feel of him inside of you was incredible; but his face was what had you completely wrecked. His head was still thrown back, showcasing his long neck now covered with love bites, hands fisted against the couch, mouth hanging open helplessly. “You feel so good inside of me, Credence. Does this feel good?”

Another twist of your hips had him moaning and nodding as he pressed his face sideways into the couch. One of your hands brought his to your hip, which caused him to snap his eyes open at the contact. He couldn’t take his eyes off the way his scarred hand looked holding onto you. Your other hand came to rest on his face, bringing his eyes up to yours, as you continued to ride him and capture each of his moans in open-mouthed kisses.

You could feel him start to twitch inside of you and knew he was close, even as you were taking in every one of his pants and pressing kisses to every inch of him you could reach. You knew the push he needed as you leaned in and moved his face to look at you—“Are you going to be a good boy and cum for me?”

You watched his eyes roll back before he shuddered, closing his eyes and releasing without warning. The look on his face tipped you over, the swollen red lips, the way his mouth hung open, the moan that so desperately filled the room… So you joined him, orgasm hitting you hard and fast. You both clung to one another, shaking from the force of it, and panted quietly for a few minutes as you waited for your heartbeats to calm down.

When you managed to pull away, you could have sworn Credence’s eyes were glowing white, holding something delicate inside, thinking and alive and…aware. He was always so very aware of everything. “Did you…mean it?”

You furrowed your eyebrows and placed a soft kiss to his eyebrow. “That I’ve always thought of you like this?” You traced a finger down the slope of his face, transfixed with the way his eyes fluttered shut, as he nodded. “Of course I meant it, Credence.”

His answering smile was blinding, an expression you weren’t used to seeing but were absolutely delighted to have been shown, and when his eyes opened, you felt your breath leave you at how bright they were, and how intelligent. “I like being good for you,” he felt himself whisper and blushed deeply, thinking that his filter must have been weaker after such intimacy.

You couldn’t help but smile devilishly back at him, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before saying, “I like how good you are for me.”

At that, he blushed scarlet, he knew it, but he also knew that you meant it, and that you cared deeply for him. And he couldn’t help but wonder how much better he could get for you.


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Clingy -Part 2-


Your P.O.V 

it was now the next morning and Justin still hadn’t come downstairs yet. He didn’t come down last night to apologize either. He normally would is we have had a fight and I end up sleeping on the couch. He’ll always lay next to me and apologize but this time, he didn’t. 

I heard footsteps coming down the stairs making me tense up. This is going to be awkward. 

I turned towards the door as it opened and in came a fresh faced Justin. 

“You sleep good?” He asked, walking over the fridge with a bounce in his step. 

“Does it look like I did?” I asked sarcastically, referring to my tired state. 

“I wouldn’t know. you stormed out the bedroom in a huff last night” He said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

“You know why I ‘stormed off’ as you so politely put it” I said, taking a sip of my tea. 

“I know why. I just don’t know why you decided to be all dramatic about me calling you clingy. i never said I didn’t like it” He said, sitting at the counter and seat away from me. 

“You insinuated. It was obvious in your tone that you don’t like the fact that I’m ‘clingy’” i said, putting speech marks around clingy with my fingers. 

“See. Your trying to start something again. i’m trying to solve this” He said, slamming the cup down on the counter, coffee spilling everywhere. 

I got so angry knowing that he would expect me to clean that up. 

“You know what?” I said, standing up and throwing my cup in the sink, making it smash. 

“I’m sick of you treating me like a maid. Let’s get somethings straight. (1) I’m definitely not clingy, i just care, which is more that I can say for you”  i start, seeing him open his mouth but I quickly cut him off.

 “No, you don’t get to interrupt!” I yelled, pointing my finger in his face as I leaned over the counter to get closer to him. 

“(2) I’m sick of you treating me like I’m your maid. You never clean anything up for yourself, you always expect me to do everything for you and I’m sick of it!” I shouted, grabbing the dish cloth from next to the sink. 

“And lastly, Don’t even think about speaking to me today unless the next thing that comes out of your mouth in an apology!” I yell, throwing the dish cloth in his face making him move him head back in shock. 

“Clean it up your goddamn self” i say, walking out the room feeling relaxed. I’ve just let out things i’ve been bottling up for over 2 months and it feels good to let it all out. 


Hey guys :)

I hope you like the second part. I know I wrote a different second part to this but I deleted that because I really didn’t like it but I feel happy with this one. 

I do have Ideas for a part 3 (the final part) so if you would like me to do that, let me know. 

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Thanks For reading :)

p.s sorry it’s short :P

anonymous asked:

Headcanons with paladins (sans pidge) angry, possessive nsfw? Kinda like d/s kinda relationship?

ok so i had a little trouble with this request as i wasn’t comfortable equating violence and possessiveness with D/s, which is a lifestyle i wouldn’t want to give readers a wrong impression about.

so, i decided to just write hcs about how the Paladins would be like in a D/s relationship instead :)


  • it was surprisingly easy to approach the topic of D/s with Lance, mainly bc he knew what his kinks were and is willing to explore them with you
    • totally a Switch depending on his mood but mostly, he’ll let you take the reins
  • loves being tied down and edged as a bottom
    • as a top, he loves teasing and will grace you with feather light touches as he kisses between your sweat-slicked breasts, nipping your neck with gentle nips and generally not fulfilling you…yet 
  • into light bondage 
    • loves being tied spread eagle on a bed for himself, and loves binding your hands behind your back for you
    • remind him who’s boss by collaring him
  • looovess pegging especially when you’re worked up from teasing him
  • pls pull his hair as you dirty talk (also, add in some praises bc he defo has a praise kink)
    • “you like me mowing your ass like this, Lancey?” 
    • “fucking take my fingers, you little whore.”
    • “you want me to suck your cock?”
    • calling him ‘little boy’ in a condescending way will get him to moan so prettily
  • will fall apart if you suck him off while edging him with your fingers
  • absolutely loves rimming so pleasssee put his tongue to good use
  • aftercare is crucial with Lance. he’s easily affected by a sub drop and it’s NOT. PRETTY
    • there was once when he reassured you that he was fine after a scene but withdrew for two days until you approached him
    • afterwards, you don’t take his reassurances at face value, bc you know he’s trying to hide his pain
    • “it’s alright, Lance. You can trust me with this. You’re not a burden and I want to make sure you’re okay.”
  • cuddles, ice cream, pillow talk and fluffy blankets are required to help bring him down from his subspace
    • tell him in low tones that he’s made you proud and he’ll bloom under your praise
    • he’ll also take care of you if you’re experiencing a Dom drop and will make sure that you’re tucked in close to him as you both fall asleep, giving you skin-to-skin contact as he rubs your back 


  • he’s kinda ‘ehhh’ on the topic of D/s, but he can be a Dom if he wants to
  • is a gentle Dom
  • the kind of Dom who would watch over your sleeping and eating schedules especially if you have a history of forgetting these basic needs
  • he’s not super kinky but he likes keeping control of your orgasms
    • he’s not one of those super teasing Doms who constantly teases their subs tho 
    • he just likes the decision making
    • “do you think you deserve to cum tonight?” 
      • you’re in shock bc this is your Hunk?? This is the sweet boy who can give you endless cuddles??
    • and he can say stuff like this??
    • damn, he’s been holding out on you
  • a scene with Hunk would mostly consist of light spanking as he doesn’t particularly like hurting you
    • their light spanks, but if you writhe on his lap, he’s not going to go gentle on you
    • what marks he would leave on your body are just light hickies on the base of your throat
  • despite his mostly vanilla disposition, Hunk loves tying your hands out of the way as you suck him off
    • he gets off on the sight of you kneeling on the ground as you work his cock in your mouth, desperately humping the air as your hands are bound out of the way with his headband
    • “guhh–God!–you look so good like this Y/N–hnmmm–”
  • the biggest advocate for aftercare and he will do almost everything to get his sub as comfortable as possible
    • looonng cuddles are a must to bring him down from the Dom drop as he relishes in the skin-to-skin contact
    • he’ll make you a warm drink to get your bearings back and wrap you in his fluffiest blanket


  • you had to get this boy a whole manual on D/s bc Keith is not so well verse in kinks
    • Keith’s motto: If it feels good, I’ll do it
  • he’s a little hesitant when you approach him on the topic of kinks, but he’ll be willing to try the kinks that coincide with yours
    • he loves strapping you down to the bed as he covers your body with kisses 
  • definitely has an oral fixation, and loves watching something fuck your mouth or you sucking on something
    • loves settling his fingers in your mouth as he’s fucking you from behind
    • finds it a huge turn on when you wear a gag (especially if it’s a ring gag holy shit
    • loves it when you go down on him and will most likely want to record a video of you sucking him off if he could
    • he can’t help it; he likes how beautiful your swollen and reddened lips look around his length
  • there are some days when he’s more submissive and will let you take the lead
    • as a sub, he prefers the darker kinks (as long as you’re comfortable with it) like knife play or choking
    • pls tie him up in a chair as you straddle his lap and rut against him
    • for added effect, run the blunt edge of a knife down his clothed length. also, throw in some slight humiliation; it will get him hard and begging 
    • “if you cum before me, I will make sure you’ll never be the alpha in this relationship again.” 
  • as a Dom, he’s not too proficient in aftercare, and it mostly consists of him awkwardly holding you by his side as he gives you skin-to-skin contact
  • as a sub, he’s almost whiny in his affections and will cling onto you like a newborn kitten
    • run your hands through his hair, pepper him in kisses and tell him how good he was for you.
    • Keith will be preening.

SHIRO (oh fuck me, i’m ready):

  • Shiro’s not a stranger to kinks. he’s probably the most experienced of the Paladins in sex stuff
  • the most approachable as you discuss scenes with him
    • he’s incredibly open to your kinks and wouldn’t judge you
    • of course, he has the right to say ‘yes’ or ‘no’, but he’ll let you down easily. luckily, he’s open to the more accepted kinks and wants to explore them
  • he’s a Dom most of the time, and as the top, he loves setting rules before you both do anything. he’ll most likely draft a whole contract tbh
  • you think that he’s mostly inexperienced, until he wraps his hand around your throat and digs his thumb under your pulse in a way that isn’t even remotely inexperienced
  • “you like being a little slut for me?” he’ll croon as he traces the swell of your arousal through your underwear, his grip tightening around your throat
    • what did you get yourself into??
  • he loves tying you to the bed posts as he ravishes your body and leaves marks all over your neck, inner thighs and under your earlobes
  • will use dirty talk as a method to gauge your reaction and ask for permission at the same time
    • “do you like it when I choke you with my fingers? Nod once for ‘yes’ and shake your head for ‘no’.”
    • “hmm your ass is just begging for a good spanking. do you want my hand prints to turn your pretty ass red?”
    • “I’m going to put this toy in you. What color are we?”
    • if you say ‘black’ with a smirk, he’ll definitely pop a painful boner
  • Shiro is easy to rile up, all you just have to moan and call him ‘sir’ every time he spanks you
  • loves collaring you and just the sight of his military dog tag nestled between your breasts as his hips slam into yours gets him hard and ready
    • if you want to tease him in front of the other Paladins, all you have to do is finger the tag and he’ll start seeing red
    • won’t do much except narrow his eyes and gives a look that says ‘i’m onto you, you little shit’. give him a saucy wink and he’ll want to fuck you right there and then
  • loves giving you oral as your hands are bound out of the way. there’s just something about the sight of your helpless body as you convulse in pleasure under him that sticks in his mind for days
  • there are days when he’s too stressed and wants you to take care of him
    • will let you bind his hands above his head, but it has to be with something so flimsy that he can tear through it if things get too much
    • he still gets jittery if he’s tied up, but he trusts you to understand his boundaries
  • loves getting teased and being used by you if he’s tied up
    • plsss touch yourself in front of him as he’s helpless to do anything and if you want to get him to fuck you, let him taste your fingers as you slowly lower yourself onto his cock
    • he will practically burn through his restraints and fuck you into the mattress
    • holds your hands above your head as he thrusts into you
    • “the hunter has become the hunted” ;) 
  • aftercare with Shiro consists of gentle kisses, a warm shower together (where things get handsy once more oops), and a detailed discussion over alien tea of what you liked and didn’t like in the scene
  • he’s a caring Dom, and he’ll rub salve into your marks, carefully asking you in soft tones if you’re alright. he doesn’t want the others to catch sight of his marks on you 
    • he leaves the ones between your inner thighs tho, bc he’s a smug little shit and he loves knowing that some of his marks are still on you.

Enjolras is intensely, almost aggressively affectionate.

Enjolras is so concerned with other people’s health - sometimes even ignoring his own if he thinks he needs to look after them. 

He will almost literally mother hen the sick person into bed rest, chicken soup and other prescribed medication, and he’s been known to stay at the person’s side until he himself falls sick from exhaustion, just to make sure his friend gets better. Naturally, this makes the sick person feel bad for worrying Enjolras (and making him sick the process!) so naturally they behave themselves and actually get better.

Despite the fact that it’s borderline emotional manipulation, Joly almost shamelessly uses Enjolras as a threat when looking after his Les Amis patients. “Do you want me to tell Enjolras that you’ve decided to go to work even though it’s raining outside and you’re still recovering from the flu? No? Good. Now drink your tea and get a couple more hours of sleep; I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

Enjolras’s over-protectiveness of Cosette is almost legendary. 

It’s not because he thinks she’s weak and needs constant protecting. No, never that. It’s because he loves her in a manner that has little to do with being cousins and everything to do with the fact that she was his one true friend growing up. They both came from affluent families, and the children of their parents’ circle were almost universally selfish and entitled and Enjolras had had many fights with all those brats who had believed that he was only play acting at caring about the welfare of those who were less fortunate than them. And Cosette, well, she’d been right there next to him, throwing punches and getting her clothes dirty.

So Enjolras loves her with a ferocity that has Marius almost faint with fear the first time she introduces the shy young man to her family. Never mind that her father had a shadowy reputation from having spent years in jail, Marius had learnt very quickly that there was nothing scarier than Enjolras giving The Shovel Talk.

“You do know what the shovel talk is, don’t you?” the tall blond asks almost mildly.

“Yes, yes of course,” Marius agrees hastily.

“And will we need to have it?”

“No, of course not.”

Enjolras raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re sure?”


Enjolras nods, then walks off in the direction of the dining table where his parents are already seated with his Uncle Valjean.

It takes Marius another five minutes of Cosette’s gentle encouragement to coax him into joining them for dinner.

Enjolras has elevated buying gifts into an art form.

He can literally take hours picking out a card, and let’s not even get started on the process of buying the gift itself. Combeferre has over the years learnt to just to go with it, so when he and Enjolras go to buy gifts together, he brings a book, or loads his tablet with news that he needs to catch up on. 9/10 times he can find a cafe to sit in and wait for his friend.

Courfeyrac, on the other hand, opts for the opposite approach; if he can’t convince Enjolras to order Christmas presents online– 

(”But it’s so impersonal, Courf!”

“Enjolras, the fact that you already know what to get that person indicates that you’ve put a lot of thought into choosing the gift - you can’t get much more personal than that. You’ve already out a lot of mental effort into it, no need to add physical effort if you don’t need to.”)

–he offers to buy the presents himself. Which means having to navigate the Christmas crowds himself, but it’s still better than standing in the men’s underwear section for two hours waiting for Enjolras pick out appropriate socks for all their friends (”It’s meant to be the coldest winter in decades, Courf - everyone needs comfortable socks made from the finest merino wool!”)

Enjolras attacks courtship like a medieval knight storming a castle in order to win the hand of his beloved.

After several painful conversations with his friends, being on the receiving end of The Shovel Talk from Eponine and Bahoral, and finally - after years of  obliviousness and a few months of denial - scraping up enough courage to do something about his crush on Grantaire, Enjolras has A Plan.

Given their history of antagonism and Enjolras’s rather unfortunate tendency towards throwing harsh words at Grantaire when their arguments get a little too heated, his friends suggested that he start with showing Grantaire first that he’s special to Enjolras, that way when Enjolras finally confessed his feelings, his actions would back up his words quite nicely.

So Enjolras grits his teeth when Grantaire is being particularly obnoxious in his latest rebuttal of Enjolras’s proposals, thanking him sweetly for the insightful points and promising to take them into consideration. That’s Enjolras showing patience and his willingness to listen, even though Grantaire looks confused for the next hours.

When Grantaire shows up at Combeferre’s apartment soaking wet and shivering because he hadn’t checked the weather forecast and didn’t realise that they’d be having a thunderstorm that night, Enjolras storms into Combeferre’s room to grab some clothes, frog-marches Grantaire into the bathroom and stands over him to make sure that Grantaire is properly dry and warm, and not cold and in danger of catching pneumonia. That’s Enjolras being personally concerned with Grantaire’s well-being, even though Grantaire blushes and changes behind the shower curtain in a sudden fit of modesty.

On the night of Grantaire’s exhibit, Enjolras clears his work calendar, reminds Cosette to pick him up so that he’d have to go to the gallery, then promptly buys half of the pieces on sale. He doesn’t understand why Cosette gives him a kiss on the cheek, Courfeyrac laughs at him, and his parents sigh in resignation when the pieces are delivered a week later. That’s Enjolras supporting Grantaire’s interest, even though Grantaire stares at him with a mixture of terror, disbelief and awe when he hands over his credit card to Grantaire’s eager agent.

When Enjolras finally confesses his feelings, he has a speech ready, a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of (what he is told to be) Grantaire’s favourite wine. He starts his confession by quoting Mr. Darcy (because he has read and researched dammit, and Mr. Darcy is apparently the epitome of a swoon-worthy gentleman), but he only gets up to “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you” before Grantaire falls off his chair laughing. But then Grantaire decides to kiss him stupid afterwards so Enjolras guesses the embarrassment is worth it after all.