A Lesson in Love (A Different Perspective)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4,431

A/N: The tag list for this story is CLOSED. 

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@avengerstories - You are the forever best for editing for me.

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to a track meet before.”

“I’ve never had a reason to come to one,” you say, defending yourself against Wanda’s accusatory tone and disapproving gaze.

“That’s no excuse,” she responds with a click of her tongue. “Now hurry up, we need to secure a good spot.”

You follow her blindly, not knowing what qualifies as a ‘good spot’. Unlike Wanda who has spent years attending track meets with her brother, you’ve never been to one. Like you told her, you never had a reason to attend one. Not until today.

Not until T'Challa.

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Rescuer | Baby Driver Imagine


Requested: yes, thank you, @rory-is-in-ravenclaw , I hope you like this!!

Rating: PG-13, physical abuse bc YN gets held for ransom by Baby’s team, a lot of fluff and some lawbreaking (I mean it’s a Baby Driver fic so there had to be) also some cursing!!

Summary: Baby wakes up without you in his bed and knows something is wrong, he will do anything to make it right.
(Or the one where Doc sends the team to kidnap you so rope Baby back in).

You had woken up with a hand over your mouth, more specifically a hand with a cloth in it. You hadn’t stayed awake long enough to thrash around and resist like your instincts told you to do.

Baby, however, had woken up in the same bed several hours later. He reached for you without opening his eyes but his hand hit the mattress flatly. Your side of the bed was cold. This had forced him to open his eyes quickly, looking around for you in your shared bedroom. He called your name but all he got back was deafening silence pierced by the screeching of his tinnitus that never left him. He slipped in an earbud and checked his phone for texts from you, a note- anything, he searched around the house in every room where he thought you could possibly be, a sense of dread and panic swimming up from his stomach to his heart. His head swirled partly because of how tired he felt, and possibly because of how worried he was that you had left without a trace.

Baby tried to think of all the possibilities: you and him hadn’t fought in a long time, and all of your things were here, every single thing was where it was supposed to be, so you hadn’t left him without saying goodbye.

The door was unlocked. Baby knew that you made it a priority to make sure to lock your doors, especially at night. You never forgot, ever. And you would have locked the door behind you if you had gone out of the house in your right mind.

Maybe this was some sick prank- Baby kept hoping that you would jump out from behind a corner he had somehow missed looking in before. He knew you hadn’t gone on a run, or went out for food, you would have texted him to let him know first to avoid the feeling of overwhelming concern he felt now.

Baby circled back around to the bedroom and ran a hand through his hair, checking his phone one more time and trying to text and call your contact before throwing it down on the bed. It felt useless now that he couldn’t talk to you on it.

For the first time, Baby noticed that your phone was still sat on your bedside table- on silent, as you always kept it that way when the two of you were sleeping. Baby’s eyes widened as he processed what he was seeing: “oh shit.”

The picked up your phone, the plastic and metal cold on his hands, clearly nobody had touched it in a long time.

He set it back down before pacing back and forth throughout the room, his brain tricking him every so often into thinking that he heard your voice or that the door had been unlocked and pushed open, he knew it wasn’t real and that something was seriously wrong. It wasn’t like you to just leave, and it definitely wasn’t like you to leave your phone by your bed.

Then his burner phone began to ring from inside the drawer if the bedside table on Baby’s side of the bed. It hadn’t rung in weeks, or at least Baby hadn’t answered it in weeks. Baby had made it clear that he was done with Doc and the life of crime that he had been forced to live for so long.

This time though, he picked up the phone and answered without hesitation. His mind was already starting to put the pieces together that Doc, or somebody from the team, was behind this situation.
“Hello?” Baby spoke as soon as the line connected.

“Well, it’s nice to hear your voice again, Baby! It’s been a while, weeks, even.” Doc sounded friendly, as though he was making small talk. This was not a time Baby was willing to make small talk.

“Where is she?”

“You’ll have to be more specific, Baby, it’s been so long since we last spoke that-”

“Doc- cut the bull shit, okay? I know you’re going to want something from me to get her back, I swear to god if any of you fucks lay a finger on her, you’re going to lose a hand.” Baby had had enough. Doc only chuckled.
“Listen, Baby, we all know how much you love her, we’ve been watching the two of you fall in love, haven’t we?” Baby could hear several statements of agreement come from the team in the background.

“Now, listen, we miss you around here, Baby, come home.”

Baby bristled at the word home.

“That is not my home, and you are not my family-” he cut himself off before he could finish, he had begun to say that you were his family, but he didn’t want to hear that phrase warped and used to mock him later or ever.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll think otherwise when you stop in to see us. Make it sooner than later- you know where to find us.”

Baby drove faster than he’d ever driven in his life, only waiting to put on pants before leaving the house. No sunglasses, no music, just the need to know that his lover was safe.

Baby was met by Doc at the door, who held his arms open as if he wanted to embrace him. Baby stepped forward but remained far enough away that the embrace couldn’t happen. He stayed still as Doc closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms like a constrictor around Baby. Baby’s body only became more tense. “The prodigal son returns to his father!” Doc smirked at Baby as he pulled away. “M'not your son,” Baby protested. Doc said nothing as he led Baby through the hallways down farther than Baby had ever gone into the building. Now they were in the basement, far away from the usual planning room with the long table and chalkboard.

“Where is she, Doc,” Baby implored, hoping that maybe he would be shown compassion. Doc acted as though he hadn’t heard Baby’s voice at all. Doc used a key to open a thick metal door at he end of the hallway and Baby couldn’t help but think that it looked like a dungeon.

“You ignored us, Baby,” Doc said cooly as the door swung open. baby followed through and tried not to flinch so visibly when Doc spun on his heel to face him. “Now, we have leverage. You’re done when we say you are, Baby, you know that. I hope you’ve had a nice little vacation with your little girlfriend- she’s a pretty little thing- isn’t she? Let’s not do anything to jeopardize that.”

Baby tried to look unbothered by his comment. Now that they were in the room, Baby eyes adjusted and he could see the entire team seated on folding metal chairs, Darling sat on Buddy’s lap as usual. Bats held a rope in his hand and then Baby followed the rope with his eyes he registered that you were attached, by your ankle, the rope clearly tied too tight around your ankle, it looked wrongly colored and raw, most likely from you moving farther than the rope would allow.

Baby’s entire body went weak at the sight of you crumpled on the floor and not moving, you were still in his clothes that you’d fallen asleep in, a tee shirt that was too big even for Baby, looking like a dress on you.

“Let her go- you know I’ll do whatever you tell me too, I just- I just have to know that she’s okay first-” Baby pleaded and tried to not let anyone hear that his voice had broken. He felt more vulnerable than ever without his music and sunglasses.

“Come on, guys can’t we at least let him check on her-” Darling was silenced by Buddy placing a firm hand on her thigh. Doc raised an eyebrow. “Baby, looks like you still have some allies here- that’s good. Don’t let that stop being true.”

Baby looked at Doc and nodded obediently, he’d do anything to ensure your safety. Doc scanned his face, wrinkles forming due to worry. Baby turned back to look at you, not daring to step any closer before he was given permission, he knew that the last thing he needed was the team even more on edge, or worse, angry.

“Fine, you can see her.” Doc said slowly, Baby felt as though he couldn’t move fast enough to drop to his knees by your side and begin checking for a pulse.

Finally after what felt like agonizing years, he found it. It was steady and consistent and more than Baby had dared to hope for. The team watched silently, Darling looked troubled and whispered something to Buddy, who only shook his head.

Your skin was cold from laying on the heartless metal floor, Baby picked you up softly, speaking to you quietly.

“Okay, YN, gonna pick you up now, you’re going to be okay, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. He pulled you gently into his lap, making sure that your clothes covered as much of you as they could. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared at the sight of your face, it was usually serene and pure, now you looked troubled, even though you were unconscious and as Baby smoothed your hair back he found bruises, darkened, hand shaped bruised with certain points that were darker than others that resembled rings.

Buddy’s rings.

It took everything in Baby not to lung at his team member, he simply lifted his head and looked around. "Why the fuck did she get hit.” He said, his teeth clenched. “Why would you hit her like this, she’s not one of you, you didn’t have to do this?” Baby knew his voice had gotten a bit whiny and he stopped himself.

Cradling you in his arms and rubbing up and down your arms to warm you up. All the movement caused you to stir, your legs curling slightly closer before being stopped abruptly by the unrelenting hold on your ankle that Bats controlled with the rope.
“You may hate me, but you don’t have to do this, Bats, you know that you don’t,” Baby looked from Bats to the rope and then back at Bats. He received only a shrug in return.

Your eyes flashed open and you began to jerk, your last memory being a man’s hand swinging towards your face in this very room, but now you breathed in and heard Baby’s voice and saw him. You were so thankful he was here now.

“You came,” you breathed, looking up at him. He nodded. “Of course I did, you’re going to be alright, they’re not going to touch you ever again.” The last part was directed at the team, Baby received no assurance that his demands would be met and he grew furious, the last thing he wanted to do was scare you but he couldn’t hold back a yell. “Do not fucking touch her!”

Buddy sat up in his chair, Darling relinquished her seat and Buddy stood up, walking over to where Baby and you were sitting on the floor.

“Listen kid, there’s no need to yell. We can hear you just fine,” his voice was taunting and unfeeling.

“Why did you do this?” Baby questioned, trying to control his emotions.

“Well, why don’t you tell him, sweetheart?” Buddy reached for your face and you winced away before he could do so. “Don’t.” Baby growled at Buddy, who threw up his hands in mock surrender before talking again. Crouching down so he could see your eyes.

“Tell him what happened, sweetheart. Or it’s gonna happen again,” baby wrapped you tighter in his arms without thinking and you shook your head.

“I- I tried to run away,” you spoke quietly, your voice hoarse.
“And?” Buddy said, requesting you continue.

“I fought,” you mumbled again.

“What was that, princess?” Buddy glowered at you, and showed off some deep red scrapes on his arm.

“Your little bitch here did this to me, after I told her that I wouldn’t have to fuck her up if she just stay put, clearly she can’t follow basic directions,” Buddy snarled and Baby’s eyes squinted with anger.

“So you beat her until she was unconscious?” Buddy rolled his eyes. “A tap never hurt anybody,”

Baby’s voice shook. “Don’t do it again.” Buddy shrugged. “You did this to her, don’t know why you’re so pissed at me, you’re the one who brought her here,” Baby shook his head.

“This has nothing to do with her, you’re all pissed at me for trying to live a good life and took it out on my family,” he was so angry and so scared. “Baby, it’s okay, I’m okay,” you spoke softly so only Baby could hear. He shook his head. “Stop, it’s not,” he couldn’t help but be proud that you had held your own so well.

“Baby, we have a job to do. Your girl will be staying in here with Buddy while the rest of you complete the job. You will be briefed on the way there. So far things have gone relatively well, there’s no permanent damage to your girl. Let’s keep it that way, shall we?”

Baby let his head fall slightly in defeat.

“I’m so sorry, YN, I’m so sorry, so, so sorry,” he said and kissed your hair, his hand cupping your head close to his chest. You wished he didn’t have to leave you again.

You tried not to show it but you were scared. It had been a rough morning.

First, you’d woken up in the back of a van, on the floor. You’d started screaming until Darling had crawled into the back where you were and silenced you with a hand over your mouth.

“Calm down, chica, you’re okay, were taking you to a spot to wait for Baby to show up. Our boss is mad that your boy has been ignoring him, and now we have to do this. I know you’re scared, but trust me, I know Baby well, and he find you as soon as he can. We’re not here to hurt you, just need to get your boys attention, okay?” You could feel hit tears streaming down your face.

“Why, why do you guys listen to your boss? Why can’t you just let Baby leave?” You we’re trying not to sob but you were so fearful.

“Sh, c'mere, Chica.” The woman drew you close to her and smoothed your hair before continuing. “You and Baby are so young, you don’t understand how this all works, just do as you’re asked and you’re going to be alright, these guys may seem scary but I promise that you don’t need to be scared unless you try something stupid.” You nodded, and Darling looked at you tenderly, almost in a maternal way. More than she wanted to admit, she wanted to take care of you. “I’m Darling, your name is?”

You told her, sure that they already knew your name. “Lovely, well, YN, we’re close to our stop and I can’t let you remember the way in, you understand don’t you?” You began to back away fearfully on your hands and knees shaking your head, and crouching against the wall of the truck.

“No, my love, this will only be harder if you resist, alright? This won’t hurt you, it’s medical grade- I made sure of that. Only the best for the kid’s girl.”

She held up a medical looking mask, blue with white trim, with soft elastic hooks for your ears. She held your face firmly in her hand as she held the mask against your mouth and nose.

You convulsed, trying to avoid breathing long enough to get away some how but within a few seconds, your vision blurred all you could hear was the truck braking and Darling kissing your head and mumbling, “sweet dreams, mi amor.”

You felt your body slump and you were knocked out.

The next time you awoke, you were in a dark room propped up against the wall. Across from you there was a door, next to the door sat a man whose arms were crossed, watching you stir awake.

“Glad to see you up and at ‘em,” he said, and you could tell he really couldn’t care less what you did.

“Where am I?” You questioned, trying to stand but failing due to the drugs that were still in your system. “Easy there, take it easy,” he warned. “What do you want?” You questioned again, this made the man crack a slight smile. “I can see why he likes you,” he said calmly.
“What do you want, I don’t have any money, Baby and I didn’t do anything to you guys?”

The man sighed and stepped across the room towards you. You felt more vulnerable than ever in just a tee shirt that reached the middle of your thighs.

“We don’t want anything from you, we just need you to get Baby’s attention, and you will, we just need you to sit in here until he comes and not do anything stupid,” you tried to process all the information, fear racking through your body.

“Why are you doing this?” You questioned, the man shrugged. “Our boy has been slacking lately, missing work, we just need him back.” Your brows furrowed.

“Where are we?” The man shook his head, suddenly seeming much less calm and pleasant, his dark skin now forming a frown. “I said don’t do anything stupid. Do you really think that I would tell you where we are?” You didn’t respond, looking around the dimly lit room.

“Stay here and don’t move, and again, do not do anything stupid,” he said, and left the room, slamming the door behind him. There were no windows, only a small slit in the door that was filled in with glass. You began searching for a second door, a hole in the floor, somewhere to hide- anything. There was nothing. You walked to the door and peered out, pressing on the glass with your hands. You started to pound on the glass, trying to get it to break.
You knew that breaking the glass most likely wouldn’t help you much but you wanted to try anyway.

Suddenly, a figure walked swiftly to the door from down the hallway. You could tell that there were only lights on the ceiling every few feet so his presence took you by surprise. You helped as he banged on the door with his fist. You ran away from the door as you watched the knob twist open, you could tell a key was used to get the door open and noticed that there was a slot for the key on this side of the door.

The man burst into the room.

“Didn’t Bats tell you not to do anything stupid?” You blinked in shock, backed against the wall. When you didn’t respond, the man strode over to you determined, placing a hand above your head on the wall. “Answer me,” he demanded and you nodded quickly, not wanting and trouble.

“Good. So why were you doing something so painfully goddamn stupid?” Your eyes widened and you shook your head, not sure of what to say.

“I said, answer me.” He snarled and you tried to think of something to say. “I-I’m sorry,” you offered, looking at the ground, turning your head so you were as far away from him as possible.

“We were trying to be so fucking nice to you, y'know that? We left you in here with no cuffs, no rope, no tape over your mouth, and you repay us like this?”

You said sorry again, you couldn’t think of anything else to do.

“Alright, sweetheart.” His words were neutral enough but somehow they made you wince in fear.

“I’m going to come back sooner than you think and if you try anything again, you better believe that it won’t be pretty.” He slapped his hand over your head, making his way to the door, this could be your only chance. You ran to the door and tried to follow the man out of the room. You were unsuccessful and he pushed you backwards, you stumbled and fell back.

“What the hell did I just tell you?” He roared and you put your hands over your face as he walked back into the rom. He grabbed at the neck of your shirt and swung at your face. You yelped in pain as his hand connected with the side of your head, you could feel his rings digging into your skin and grabbed your injury with both hands, tears welling in your eyes, an ache settling deep into your head.

“That’s what happens when you do stupid things, sweetheart. Now you’re going to have consequences.”

He stormed from the room and returned moments later with a rope. You shook your head, trying to run away but you couldn’t, the man had shut the door behind him and had you cornered. You swung your hands in desperation, one connecting with his forearm. He hissed and you saw that you had done some damage, the trail where your nails had been was raised and an angry shade of fuchsia.

“You bitch.” He growled at you, putting a hand around your neck. “I should really do some damage, how would you like that? For Baby to come in and see you fucked up?”

You shook your head as best you could with his hand on your throat.

“I won’t do it again, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” you pleaded and he sighed, removing his hand. “You better be on your best behavior now, sweetheart.” You nodded and allowed him to tie the rope far too tight around your ankle, connecting the other end to a u-shaped metal hook on the wall, the rope was looped through it and tied securely. You could move far less than before and you sat down when you were told to do so.

“Now, for the final goddamn time,” he punctuated his statement with another blow to your face, this time you could tell that you would have a black eye. “Do not,” he glared down at you, “do anything stupid.”

You nodded and he wound up as though he was going to kick you in the side. You flinched and threw your hands up for protection. “See, sweetheart? Things could get much nastier for you here,” you didn’t respond until he delivered a final blow to your head, knocking you out.

You’d awoken in Baby’s arms, his hands trying desperately to find a pulse and to warm you up. He could see the bruises on your face, and you wanted to tell him that they probably looked worse than they felt. The room was much fuller now, your ankle was still tied so tight that your foot had begun to go numb. Instead of being connected to the wall, the end was held by the first man you’d talked to. The worse of the two had Darling on his lap,
Baby was facing them, on the floor with you cradled into his chest. He whispered kind things to you and then began to shout at the others in the room.

He returned to apologizing to you and this time you only curled closer to him. “It’s okay, Baby, you have to go, I know you’ll come back, I trust you,” you said. Baby kissed your head again and wished he’d brought his jacket- anything to keep you warm and more comfortable in this hellish room.
..(back to real time).

“So it’s settled,” Doc spoke confidently. “Baby, Darling and Bats, follow me,” it wasn’t a request, you and Baby both knew he had no choice. Before leaving the room, Baby walked up to Buddy, pure anger and fear coursing through his veins.

“Do not touch her again. I will kill you,” Baby said darkly and this time Biddy said nothing. Everyone knew that he was serious about the threat.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, beautiful girl, I love you.”
Your heart swelled and you were glad your arms were free to wrap around Baby.
“I love you too, be safe, come back in one piece,” you said. Neither of you wanted to let go until Buddy walked up and grabbed the rope attached to your ankle. “Visiting hours are over, Baby, go now. The sooner you leave the sooner you can come back.”

Baby reluctantly nodded and squeezed you tighter before he let go. You missed his warmth. You were exhausted physically and emotionally and you propped yourself up against the wall, trying to find the best place to sit. Buddy left but told you that he would be right outside the door. You knew what he meant and he didn’t have to warn you again. It felt as though you’d been waiting hours before you finally gave in, laying on the floor and falling asleep.

You woke up to the sound of yelling , Baby’s voice was clear and you ran to the door to see what was happening. “Baby, this will not be your last job. Do you understand?” A voice spoke calmly and you knew it belonged to who Baby called Doc. “Fine just- just let me take her home,” Baby said quietly. The key was twisted in the lock and you backed away as the door sung open. Baby’s face was the only one you registered and you ran to each other. “Are we going home?” You questioned. Baby nodded, working as fast as he could to undo the knot on your leg. Once you were free, Baby picked you up in his arms and the two of you left the building, exiting the long hallways and finally made it back to his familiar Subaru.

“I brought these, for you,” Baby didn’t start the car, just reached into his back seat and pulled out a bag. Inside you found too much food to eat by yourself and your favorite sweatpants, as well as a sweatshirt. You put them on, and Baby smiled a little when he saw you start to eat. “YN,” he paused to take a deep breath. “YN this’s all my fault, they were right in there and I understand if you never want to see me again, I’ll bring you home and I’ll never come around again, ” he offered, looking at you seriously, you could see guilt all over his face.

“No, Baby, you got me out of there, and the only person I want to be with it you,” you said and embraced him again. You could feel tears dripping down his face. “I- I was so scared the whole time, when I couldn’t find you and when I had to leave- I can’t imagine how much worse it had to have been for you. I’m just so, so sorry, YN,” you shook your head and held the shaking boy close to your heart. You shushed him and rubbed your hand over his hair softly. “No, Baby, listen to me, I love you, and I don’t blame you for this, I love you.” You repeated it and Baby looked at you with red eyes. “I love you, I won’t ever let anything happen to you, I promise I’ll do anything for you, I love you so much, YN,” he said. You knew how sincere he was and your heart swelled.

By now it was almost afternoon, and Baby took you home to your apartment, laying you in bed with the TV on and blankets folded up to your chin and not leaving your side for weeks until you were completely better.

36 reasons why I want to grow a garden ~ Jill Battson

Because I want to plunge my hands into dark rich soil
Because I want to sweat as I labour over the fork
I want to taste the salt as I sweat
I want to smell hard work on my body
I want my muscles to ache
and then be soothed by soft rain
Because I want the open canvas of tilled land
I want the beauty of level earth, prepared
I want honest calluses on my hands
Because I want to feel the rough sleeping seeds
tumble through my fingers into the ground
I want to smooth them over with a blanket of soft loam
I want to watch the birth of green shoots
as they push themselves towards the sun
Because I want to lie next to the garden listening to the plants grow
I want to smell the earth after rain and after sun
I want to nurture the seedlings into plants
support them with poles and trellises
I want to talk them through their adolescence
Because I want to watch flowers pollinated by bees and butterflies
I want to see the first fruit
smell the sun warmth of a fresh tomato
Because I want to crush aromatic basil plants in my arms
I want to feel the heavy stalks of corn against my body
I want to see my hands stained by the chlorophyll of their existence
I want to watch the plants shine in rising vermilion sun
and glow in the silver of a full moon
Because I want to listen to their chatter as they decide their destiny
I want to harvest the fruit of my labour
I want to relish each individual vegetable shape in my hands
drink their beauty with my eyes
Because I want to feel their unique presence in the world
I want to press them against my face to feel their textures
I want know that when I cook them they will be minutes old
clean of pesticides and pollution
and when I serve them
ripe, brilliant and ready on white china
I want to know that you’ll be there

Sore Muscles (NSFW)

I saw a post about wanting some Nessian smut and was inspired by @foxboy-lucien to act on it. This is my first real attempt at writing smut, CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is appreciated!

Tagging those who I think would enjoy (and that reblogged the original post!): 

@deathbytitanium @readinglikewildfire @queen-archeron @verifiefangirl @lovely-starfall @stopthisrightnow12345 @autumn03 @isokeytobeafangril @hermee-onee @thtmaria @aedicn @highfaenesta

Groaning, Cassian pushed open the apartment door. Every muscle in his body ached. Teaching younglings to fight and fly was rewarding, but Cauldron, was he sore afterwards.

Nesta’s sweet voice greeted him down their bond. Welcome home, Cass. I’m in the washroom, if you’d like to join.

While the offer is enticing, he replied, trudging to their bedroom, I’m too sore to do anything but sleep.

I could certainly relieve some of that tension, she crooned, causing him to halt at the washroom door. The lust she shot through the bond surprised him. She usually wasn’t so forward, preferring to keep their intimacy for the bedroom.

Nesta sat in the claw-footed tub, hair tied up in a messy bun and white suds covering everything below her neck. Her hands rested on the lip of the tub, the golden band on her hand glinting in the candlelight. Having mastered her fear over water years prior, she was the picture of serenity.

“Could you, now?” He murmured, padding into the room and shucking off his leathers. She peeked at him, shifting so her back rested against the porcelain tub. Her eyes traveled down his body, taking in the sweat soaked tunic and the too tight pants. Her tongue darted out over her lips, and Cassian swore under his breath as all the blood in his body went to his groin. She crooked a finger at him.

“Join me and find out.”

He had his clothes off in record time, stuffed hastily in the laundry basket. Unfurling his wings, he stood back as Nesta surveyed every inch of him. She quirked an appreciative brow as her gaze dipped below his waist, biting her lips at the sight of his already hardened length.

“What are you waiting for?” She taunted, blue eyes burning with passion. He crossed the room in two long strides, stepping into the tub. He groaned as he sank into the steaming water, his back facing her. He let out a contented sigh, the hot water soothing his sore muscles. He let his wings droop over the sides, the candlelight turning the scarred membrane sunset orange.

Nesta’s hands settled at his shoulders, kneading out the knots. Arching his back, he smiled.

“Feels good,” he mumbled, leaning into her touch. From the corner of his eye, he noticed her pick up a soapy washcloth. She dipped it in the water, then set about washing the dirt and sweat from his shoulders. Her fingers brushed against the base of his wing, and he hissed.

She leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Sorry about that.” Cassian barely heard her, the feeling of her pert breasts grazing his back demanding all of his attention.

“How’s that, Commander?” She purred, slinging the cloth to the floor.

“Wonderful,” he sighed, looking over his shoulder and noting her smirk. She delighted in torturing him, taking pleasure in knowing how much she affected him. With no small amount of effort, he untangled their legs and shifted so he was facing her. He rested his back against the cool ceramic tub, his legs on either side of hers. 

Her fingers ghosted along his calves, her breasts peeking above the suds as she leaned forward. Frozen, his hazel eyes locked on her chest, then on the hand she reached towards his wing. A single stroke of her finger down the sensitive membrane had him moaning, needing more of her.

“Still tired?” she asked innocently.

“Not the least bit,” he replied, seizing her wrists and pulling her to his lap. “I can think of much more intriguing ways to spend my time than sleeping.”

Nesta giggled, his innuendo staining her cheeks a beautiful scarlet. She looked at him with hooded eyes as her fingers traced a pale scar along his bicep.

“I missed you today,” she murmured. “I was beginning to think I would have to entertain myself in your absence.” Cassian’s hazel eyes flared, just as she had planned, and she bit her lip to hide her smirk.

“It’s a good thing I’m here now then.” Without warning, he surged forward and captured her lips with his. Her surprised gasp had him gripping her hips beneath the water, and she quickly sank into the kiss. Her slender hands ran through his ebony curls as she tilted her head and swept her tongue into his mouth.

Moving his lips to her neck, he rocked his hips forward and his cock teased her entrance. Nesta moaned, the sound like a beautiful melody to his ears.

Cass,” she gasped, hooking her nails into his shoulders and grinding her hips against his length. “Please.”

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, lips attaching to her neck. Nesta reached a hand over his shoulder, ghosting her fingertips along the base of his wing.

“You,” she breathed, breath hitching in her throat as his mouth found her breast. 

“Not here,” he growled, hands cupping her bottom. She took the hint, wrapping her slender legs around his waist. Water sloshed over the lip of the tub as he stood and stepped out, kissing her roughly. He carried her to the counter, setting her on the edge and moving a hand to the apex of her thighs. He moaned at the slickness he found there, dipping a finger inside her. She let out a low whimper, eyes begging him for more.

“You’re mine,” he reminded her, another finger slipping inside her. Pumping his fingers in and out, he pressed his thumb to the sensitive nub of her clit. A sound like a whimper left her lips, and he grinned. He quickened his pace, curling his fingers and hitting her sweet spot. She cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

“Please,” she gasped, lust flooding the bond.

Cassian withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his lips. Without breaking eye contact, he took them in his mouth, eyes sliding shut at the taste of her. Her hand closed around his wrist, causing his eyes to snap open.

“I’m yours,” she said, spreading her thighs wider for him. With a groan, he positioned himself between them, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise. Slowly, teasingly, he slid himself inside her.

“Gods, Nesta, you’re so fucking wet.

Her heels dug into his backside, urging him to move. He thrust into her again and again, his name dripping from her lips like a prayer. He latched his mouth to her breast, flicking his tongue across her nipple. Calloused fingers caressed the other, threatening to push her over the edge.

With a final cry, she shattered around him, nails dragging angry red lines across his shoulders. He coaxed her from her high, finding his own release soon after and spilling his hot liquid inside her.

Gasping and panting, he slid out of her and circled his arms around her, holding her up. He kissed her breastbone, wrapping her in a soft white towel.

She pushed her wet curls back from her forehead with a trembling hand. “How are those muscles?”

“Never felt better.”

gladlybeyondanyxperience  asked:

I am in a frigid barnyard hunting for pumpkins... please do a recap?

Hee, been there. 

Um, well, Michael Ausiello asked 100 questions about the new season and nobody could answer any of them because of Seeycrycyyyeee and Chris Carter acted like this was the greatest thing ever and Gillian looked like she wished she were on a TV Guide-branded boat sailing far away from the Jarvits Center and DD gamely tried to save it a couple of times and Mitch did his best to entertain the crowd because that is the role he plays in this family. 

And Michael asked “so are you guys gonna do more after this season? are you super excited to do New York City Comic Con™ one thousand more times and be in this exact excruciating situation that you are currently in every two years until you’re dead?” and Gillian looked like she might be about to post an instagram video of herself murdering him and throwing his body over the side of the S.S. TV Guide as it steamed slowly away from the Jarvits Center. 

Then a bunch of people asked some insipid questions, and Chris Carter “””””teased”””” the “”””ship”””” and laughed at people who thought Scully should have a desk after being the co-lead on this TV series that has made him a millionaire for 25 years. 

And then Lila asked them to tell the bear story from set and Gillian adorably did and then CC interrupted her to mansplain how it had actually happened even though he wasn’t there and then David interrupted back and said it was more like how Gillian said and he sincerely said that he would put himself between Gillian and a bear but he did not want to die (Gillian, in her head: I do) and then Chris interrupted again to make an ableist joke from 1957 and then it ended 15 minutes short because they started late. 

Then I said “serenity now” to myself 187 times and watched the Season 11 trailer, which looks pretty good. 

anonymous asked:

Here's a prompt! TimKon babysitting DamiJon.

Gonna try something new here. It’s more of a TimKon fic than a Damijon fic lol. Also, I really need to learn how to make my written stuff shorter.  Practicing brevity is the whole point of me taking fic prompts XD

“You know, I only accepted this babysitting job from Mr. Wayne because I thought we’d get some alone time,” Kon said. His arms were crossed as he leaned against the sofa, resolutely ignoring the burst of red laser beams that zoomed above his head. He subtly heard something burst into flame a second later.

“Okay, I know. But hear me out, Kon,” Tim pleaded. He spread his arms out in a placating gesture as a couple of shurikens flew five inches past his ear and impaled themselves on the wall opposite him. “Number one: I didn’t know that the manor would be on lockdown today because of an emergency league meeting in the cave.”

Suddenly, Damian, in full Robin gear, somersaulted over the sofa, using Tim’s head as a pivot point. He ran out of view when Jon appeared and followed shortly after, his face livid.

Tim paused as if trying to regain his composure. He felt like he nearly depleted his patience in trying to ignore the chaos that the two boys were causing around him.

“Number two,” he continued, “I couldn’t really say no to Bruce when he asked me to babysit the boys in my apartment.”

“Fine,” Kon sighed. He gave Tim a resigned look. “I should probably take care of that fire, huh?”

“Yeah,” Tim nodded. “You probably should.”

Kon stood up and walked out of Tim’s view. Just then, Damian came flying back to the living room, apparently having been flung across the room by Jon. He crashed into the coffee table, flipping it over. He tumbled in a heap on the floor with his butt in the air.

Tim cleared his throat and asked, “By any chance, can you tell me why you boys are tearing each other’s heads off again?”

Damian dusted himself off and then faced Tim. “We’re in the middle of training! It’s just that I accidentally mishandled—” he was cut off by a throw pillow that smacked him in the face with such extreme speed that it made a very loud thwack. Damian fell flat on his back. Somewhere in the distance, Tim heard Kon using the fire extinguisher.

“You ripped off my Pikachu plushie’s tail on purpose you jerk!” Jon shouted.

Kon walked back in looking extremely bored just as a batarang flew toward his left where Jon was. With barely a glance, he caught it and crushed it in his hand, and then plopped back down on the sofa.

“Tim, you’re my boyfriend,” Kon began, “but I’m going to go insane if I have to spend the whole night with these two.” He crinkled his nose in annoyance as Jon ran past the sofa so fast that his cape accidentally slapped Kon in the face.

“Heh, try living with three other Robins,” Tim smiled wryly. “Okay, I thought of something.”

He rummaged in his pockets for a few seconds, ignoring the sound of a couple of glasses breaking in the background. He finally fished out a small round blue object that was flattened at the edges. After that, he swiped through his phone for a couple of minutes and then gestured for Kon to wait when the latter gave him a questioning look.

Just then, Damian vaulted over the sofa from behind them. With a deftness only his training could provide, Tim smoothly attached the round object to Damian’s cape. Instantly, Damian fell to the floor, apparently missing his landing. His visor and gauntlet puffed tiny plumes of smoke and spewed out a couple of sparks.

“Gah! Drake, what have you done?” he howled. “I can’t see!”

“Miniature EMP,” Tim nonchalantly explained to Kon. “All of his suit’s electrical systems and any gadget he has on him is dead for at least five hours—even his visor and gauntlet console.”

“Nice!” Kon beamed at him.

At that moment, Jon came in and stared at Damian who was clutching at his green visor. Before he could ask what was happening, his phone started ringing.

“Better pick that up, Jon,” Tim said with a mischievous smile. “Might be your dad.”

Jon nodded then held his phone up to his face. A loud screech blasted from his phone, and Jon screamed in horror. He dropped his phone like it was made of spiders.

“W—what was…what did you…” Jon whimpered, looking at Tim fearfully.

“I sent a virus to your phone,” Tim replied with a serene smile. “Now, whenever you use it, a nightmare murder clown will pop out when you least expect it.”

Jon squeaked.

“Clowns…yikes,” Kon remarked with a relieved smile. He was glad Tim was on his side.

Tim stood up and addressed the two younger heroes. “Listen up boys,” he said in a genuinely threatening tone. “Kon and I want some peace and quiet. You’re going to go in your room, and stay quiet. Otherwise, I will get annoyed. And when I get annoyed, I can do really messed up things to you, just like that.”

Damian clutched at his visor protectively, while Jon gingerly held his phone with two fingers. They both nodded, and then scampered out of the living area.

“That was amazing, Tim!” Kon said. He clapped Tim’s back and wrapped his arm around him. “But really, clowns? Of all the things to give Jon?”

Tim shrugged. “That was the only virus like that in my phone right now. I actually save it for when Jason annoys me. He hates it with a vengeance,” he grinned.

“You devious bastard,” Kon chuckled.

Tim bowed appreciatively. “Now, you were saying something about some alone time?”

“Remind me to never annoy you,” Kon purred as he leaned in and pushed Tim down on the seat.

Perfect (Peter Parker x Reader)

Hey guys! I’m back for more. So, this was requested by the wonderful, @phiauniverse​! Thank you so much for coming to me with the idea; I had so much fun writing it when I got back into the flow. It was an honor. Enjoy, Munchkins! (Requests are open, and I’ll be working in order of whichever ones inspire me the most! Send away!)

Summary: Peter wasn’t used to the idea of little Miss Perfect being able to kick ass, but he sure as heck preferred it over that little façade of yours.

Warnings: Swearing at the end. (Let me know if there is anything you need to be tagged. I want you to feel comfortable reading my work.)

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