Your apartment was like a ghost town. The emptiness echoed every time you stepped foot in the sad space. His shoes were missing by the front door. Your keys were never on the side table. There was evidence that people lived there. Ramen packets in the trash. Used coffee cups on the sink. But no one had really been around for two weeks.
Two weeks. This was the longest you had gone without speaking to Hoseok, yet alone seeing him. The fight at Yoongi’s was the worst you ever had. His sharp tongue dug wounds that even stitches couldn’t heal. He had been keeping himself occupied at Yoongi’s or the dance studio. Your heart sank into your chest anytime you came home and heard the washing machine running, only to find that the person who was wearing them was nowhere to be found.
A small part of you enjoyed the quiet. You were able to spread all your materials out on the coffee table. Bags of chips and half empty iced lattes were littered in between stacks of highlighted notes. He wasn’t there to yell at you when you fell asleep face first on your microbiology homework, the lines of the pages leaving imprints on your cheeks.
You did miss him. The two of you had been friends for years. But this time it was not your turn to say sorry. If Hoseok wanted things to go back to normal, he would have to swallow his large amount of pride and apologize.
But you had never heard Hoseok apologize in his life.
So I’ve had this idea for some superhero lesbian romcom type story that I dont have the skills or focus to really develop but man do I want it.
Main POV is on the hero character. She’s terse and high strung in that vulcan “im calm and collected and cool outside but eternally screaming on the inside” way. Overthinks Everything.
Her main nemesis is some catwoman style jewelry thief who GLEEFULLY lives up the “ridiculous sexy villain” aesthetic. She’s gonna be comfortable but that doesnt mean she aint gonna look GOOD because these tiddies DESERVE to be appreciated via a cleavage window.
This is almost entirely why the hero has dubbed this mostly harmless thief as her nemesis like who fucking does that some of us are trying to do respectable work while she goes around feeding into EVERY sexy cliche I hate it so much I keep this picture of her to remind me of how much she annoys me and sleep with it every night.
Anyway. Hero one day sees her Nemesis in a mundane setting like at work or a coffeeshop and recognizes her INSTANTLY (reason 3 she’s annoying: actually thinks a dainty black eyemask is a DISGUISE)
Hero is like “hooollllyyy shit holy shit it’s her jfc she is FOLLOWING ME she’s trying to PSYCHE ME OUT!! Well ill show her im gonna go over and pass some hints that im on to her shit!!”
Goes over and is bamboozled when Nemesis is just all “oh hey i was wondering when you’d stop staring and come talk to me ;)” and next thing she knows theyre sitting down and having coffee together and then it hits her.
Not only did Nemesis not recognize her (of course she didnt because SOME OF US know how to do a disguise with voice changers and all) but she is now on a date. It’s a good date. Nemesis is flirty and cute and oh no she runs a charity organization for street kids fuck thats where the money all goes oh no oh fuck
And then dates?????? keep happening??????????? but moonlight chases across the city also keep happening????? Hero is Very Confused and Conflicted and it’s a constant hilarious comedy of errors of her almost coming clean on who she is then chickening out and in a constanr state of lowkey existential crisis.
All leads up to some scene where theyre doing the Hero and Villain thing and Hero cant stop from flirting hardcore and laying it on thick (bc she is now starting to warm up to this whole catsuit and titty window look she sees the benefits)
Only to have Nemesis go “oh honey thats sweet but im not gonna let you off easy for it. Also I have a girlfriend anyway”
Cue another lowkey existential crisis of being stuck between “I JUST GOT FUCKIN REJECTED BY MY OWN GIRLFRIEND????!?” And “holy shit she called me her girlfriend and turns down people for me oh my god ❤❤”
Plot twist: when she finally comes clean over breakfast Nemesis is like “oh thank god i was wondering when you’d say something because pretending I didnt know was getting too old to be fun anymore, like I caught on around our third date, anyway you want some more pancakes?”
Simon and Jace bonding over the horror of interrupting Magnus and Alec?
this is hilarious cause you sent me this 2 weeks ago and now it’s so relevant
at first it’s just slight interruptions, because jace interrupting them doesn’t just end there. it doesn’t end after he’s apologized for killing the mood and it doesn’t end after he’s finally settled into magnus’s space. no, it of course continues and it’s horrible because he just keeps doing it. they’re finally kissing and magnus’s weight against alec is so fucking sweet up against the front door. it’s everything he’s been craving, his fingers sinking deep into the muscles around magnus’s shoulder blades. magnus is kissing him like all of that anticipation rolling under alec’s skin, all stormy, is reciprocated, mirror image. and just as alec’s lips part, a low sound thick in his throat as he slides his hands down, pressing magnus closer… someone clears their throat.
alec goes still very slowly and as he does magnus gets the hint and pulls off of him. and it takes a minute but they glance over and there’s jace, with that same perturbed look on his face. “i’ve got to…” he points towards the door. and alec feels his jaw tensing up before it actually does. magnus makes a low noise of understanding, raising his brows and pulls away to open the door, letting jace through and alec just licks his lips, reaching up to rub at his forehead, trying not to allow the annoyance rumbling through him to take hold. but it does anyway and he shoots jace a glare as his blond brother heads through the door. magnus has this look on his face like he just swallowed sour milk and alec lets out a heavy sigh before he reaches out to try and pull magnus back in.
but magnus just chuckles, taking alec’s fingers and squeezing them. “i think the mood has been sufficiently killed.”
Requested.@thinkingoverloves Who: KJ Apa Quote:
I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned.
[Y/N] playfully rolled her eyes as she walked past KJ and Cole repeatedly singing her name. Jumping over the back of the couch of the school lounge room set, she nestled next to Lili and Camila.
Lili looked over her shoulder, smirking as KJ pouted that [Y/N] ignored him. Turning back around, she bumped into her shoulder. “Girl, he’s hooked.”
Scoffing, [Y/N] shook her head. “I think you’re delirious.”
Camila spoke up, snorting. “No, you’re delirious if you can’t see it.”
“KJ doesn’t like me,” [Y/N] said sternly, cocking a brow at the two girls she would consider her best friends. It had been a complete and total whirlwind since she joined the Riverdale cast and she appreciated everyone who welcomed her into warm arms. “He’s just being KJ.”
Camila leaned back onto the couch, smirking. “I mean normally yes we’d agree but come on, [Y/N]. KJ has been up your butt since day one. Borderline obsessed, borderline a mess.”
Lili agreed, “KJ’s friendly but not that friendly.” Scrolling through his Instagram she pulled up a picture that he had posted a few days ago of himself and [Y/N] at a cute little cafe the group of them had gone to for lunch. “I’m quoting this word for word since you’re a grandma and haven’t made an Instagram yet.” She rolled her eyes but it was clear by her laugh that it was not meant to be taken any other way but playfully. Clearing her throat, she started to read, “’Friends are great to have, especially ones that are this pretty’” Looking at [Y/N], she quirked a brow with that famous Lili smirk across her lips, “And I should mention the amount of heart shaped eyes emoji’s he put after that is a little excessive but I’m not judging.”
[Y/N] squinted her eyes, gently taking Lili’s phone from her hands, she needed to see it for herself. Chewing on her lip, she looked up at Lili and Camila’s smug faces. “KJ thinks all of us are pretty, you know that.”
Camila groaned while she too rolled her eyes. “Okay, give me a second.” Quickly searching through KJ’s twitter, she pulled up a boomerang video of KJ videoing [Y/N] up close with the flash on while she rolled her eyes and smiled. “I do believe this caption states, ‘Those eyes and smile though’ and look, another excessive amount of heart shaped eye emoji.”
Standing up, [Y/N] gave them a slightly stern look. “I promise you, he doesn’t like me.”
“And we promise you, he does.” Camila countered. “Big time, too. We’ve been with KJ long enough to know that he’s got the love bug bad.”
“Real bad.” Lili chimed in, smirking.
Camila crossed her legs, blinking a million times. “You also can’t argue with the fans either. They ship you two a lot. I’ve seen some really cute tribute videos.”
Lili nodded, looking over at Camila she pointed randomly. “Oh yeah! I really like the one where they used that super cute James Arthur song-”
“-you two are mental.” [Y/N] shook her head and walked away. Walking over towards the table where they had coffee and snacks set up for everyone. She poured herself a coffee and about had a heart attack when she heard KJ say her name from behind her. “Jesus!”
“Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to scare you!” KJ placed a warm hand on her shoulder, his face completely apologetic.
Chuckling, she took a deep breath and shrugged. “It’s okay, but damn, you need some bells or something.”
Taking his hand off of her shoulder, he ran it through his hair. “Yeah, ha, I’ll get on that.” KJ bit his lip, “So, uh, want to go grab lunch or something?”
“Sure,” empty a few sugar packets into her cup, she looked at him sideways, “are they coming too?”
“Oh, uh, well, uh.” KJ stumbled over his words, something he usually never did.
Raising a brow, [Y/N] looked at him with a confused look. “You okay, KJ? You’re acting a bit strange.”
“Yeah, I’m fine, great actually….” KJ closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, he had rehearsed this ten times better in his head. Taking a deep breath, he finally opened his eyes and went for it. “Okay, listen. So, uh, I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned and I’ve been trying really hard to ignore these feelings but you make it so damn hard. I love our friendship and it’s something that I will cherish forever but I have to know if you feel the same or at least somewhat because I can work with the somewhat and if you don’t, I just hope I didn’t ruin us being friends-”
“-KJ,” [Y/N] interrupted, shaking her head while smiling. “Slow down.” Using her free hand, she grabbed his arm gently. “I like you too.”
“What? Really? You do? That’s great, I mean.” He cleared his throat and tried to act nonchalant.
[Y/N] was about to respond but she could see Lili and Camila behind him giving her their smug smirks and quirked brows. Narrowing her eyes at them, she had to fight back a laugh when they both turned on their heel and scurried in the other direction.
KJ noticing that she was looking at something behind, turned slightly just in time to see his friends running off. “What was that about?”
Returning her attention, she shook her head. “Nothing, um, did you say something about lunch?”
Smiling, he nodded. “Yeah, do you want to get some?”
“You spoke the magic words.” [Y/N] mimicked his smile and motioned for him to lead the way. “After you.”
Okay, so now that we know Tracer is dating someone else, and Widow was confirmed to have *some* feelings, an angsty Widowsombra/Sombramaker headcanon popped up in my head:
-Widowmaker is bummed because Gérard is dead and Tracer is dating Emily, so she feels alone;
-She’s also bummed because she feels anything at all and she’s “not supposed to”;
-She’s having a bad Christmas, guys;
-Sombra, on the other hand, is bummed because she likes Symmetra but Symmetra’s aromantic and doesn’t like her back;
-She tried to spy on McCree but got nothing from him because he’s a goofball and now he’s passed out from all the whiskey;
-She’s having a bad Christmas too;
-Sometime after Christmas, Widowmaker feels frustrated because she has no one and is feeling conflicted not only because she likes Tracer but also *because* she feels conflicted at all;
-Sombra is grumpy for the reasons listed above;
-Widow notices and since she wants someone else to feel bad, she turns to Sombra and says “What’s the matter, chérie? Moping over the pretty Vishkar architect?”;
-Sombra knows everything about everyone, however, and instantly snaps back: “Why, because you’re miserable over the husband and the cute brit?”;
-Widow gets angry and they start arguing;
-And then that turns into angry hate sex;
(-Once Widow kisses her while mocking her about how she “can’t have” Symmetra, Sombra’s like “chingate” and Widow responds with “I’d rather have you do that for me, chérie”);
-After that, Widow’s like ‘this was a mistake, you can’t act on feelings for an *Overwatch agent* you’re not supposed to have, especially with a coworker’ and Sombra’s like ‘why did you give in? She’s just using you because she can’t have Tracer’;
-So Widow’s like “This means nothing, Sombra” and Sombra’s like “I never thought it meant anything, don’t worry”;
-And things get super awkward and they start avoiding each other;
-After a mission gets botched, Sombra ends up saving Widow from whatever and asks her if she’s okay with the most worried look on her face;
-And Widowmaker notices that, shit, she’s *feeling* something again, so she just looks away and says she’s fine, don’t fuss over her, Sombra, she was doing perfectly well, she doesn’t need to be *saved*;
-Sombra awkwardly and sadly looks away and is like “Right.”;
-Widow looks at her and feels somewhat bad and says “But… thanks anyway. You had the best… intention in helping me.”;
-And Sombra looks genuinely surprised;
-After that they start getting close and Widow starts to warm up to Sombra;
-And she starts to feel scared because she feels too much at once when she should have no feelings - she feels bad for Gérard and misses him, she feels *something* for Tracer and feels awful for not being able to have her, and now she’s getting dangerously close to Sombra;
-And she notices the way Sombra starts to look at her, how she gives her these puppy eyes and touches her hand in the gentlest, most tender of ways, and that surprises Widow because behind that brash, flirty attitude, Sombra is a fucking teddy bear;
(-Sombra starts calling her “frenchy”);
-So she suddenly distances herself again and becomes cold towards Sombra, and after some time Sombra’s like “WTF Widow, did I do something? Tell me what I did” and Widow turns to face her and when she sees the way Sombra’s looking at her, it all becomes too much, Gérard, Tracer, Sombra, and she *breaks down crying*;
-And Sombra’s eyes go wide and she’s like “Oh shit, araña, what happened, are you okay?!”;
-And Widow doesn’t respond so Sombra hugs her and Widow buries her face in her shoulder and says (in French) “I can’t deal with this”;
-Sombra’s super worried (because this is *Widowmaker* and she’s *crying in her arms*) and is like “Cariño, what’s wrong, talk to me, please”;
-And Widow just kisses her instead;
-And this time it’s not an angry kiss like that one time, Widow is desperate and miserable and there’s so much *emotion* behind this kiss;
-And Sombra melts into it and kisses her back with the same intensity and is like ‘mierda, I think I love her’;
-And Widow pulls away when she feels Sombra kissing her and says “It’s too much, Sombra, why do I feel like this? Why do I feel at all??” and now she’s *sobbing*;
-And Sombra can’t take seeing her like this and she relates because she felt *so much* for Symmetra and now she feels *so much* for Widow and her frenchy who’s always so cool and collected is a sobbing mess in her arms, and she starts crying too;
-And they fall to their knees and now they’re embracing each other, crying, Sombra whispering that it’ll be okay and Widow feels *too much* and can’t understand *why* or *how* or even *when*, but she’s aware that she feels something so strong for Sombra it’s far too late to turn back now.
-Some time after that, Sombra gets gravely injured during a mission;
-Widowmaker clutches her desperately and says, in tears, “don’t you fucking dare die on me! Not after what you said! Not after you made me love you!”;
-Sombra keeps slipping in and out of consciousness and Widow, barely aware of what she’s saying anymore, chokes out, “I already lost everyone, I won’t lose you too!”
-She manages to keep Sombra alive until help arrives;
-They manage to get Sombra in a stable condition;
(-Widow tries to hide how relieved she is);
-Sombra was kind of feverish when Widowmaker said those things so she isn’t sure she really heard it or if it was some sort of dying halucination;
-So she asks Widow for confirmation;
-And Widow confirms the fuck out of it by simply saying “Don’t make me say it again, chérie. I’m not good with words”;
Imagine Thor makes Steve feel so smol and Steve loves it....
It starts out innocently enough. It wasn’t Steve’s fault that he has a bad habit of falling off of things that are hundreds of feet in the air. Normally, Sam’s there to catch him (and then lecture him), so it only makes sense that when a blast from a ray gun blows Steve off of a Hydra base in Ohio that Sam’s nowhere to be found.
Just when he starts to think well, shit, he finds himself enveloped in a pair of strong warm arms. Thor’s strong, warm arms to be exact.
“Uh-” Steve says when he can breathe again after a moment, but Thor’s just looking down at him smiling with sparkling eyes.
“You must be more careful, Captain,” Thor tells him. Then like Steve weighs nothing more than a feather he sets him gently down on his feet.
Steve wills himself not to blush and says, “thanks.” As he watches Thor dart off into the heat of the battle he starts to think well, shit all over again.
Steve hasn’t felt small in over 70 years. He didn’t much like it then, but now it’s almost thrilling. He absolutely refuses to think too deeply about why. Steve didn’t realize that Thor would be strong enough to pick him up like he’s a doll, but now that he knows it’s almost all he can think about. He knows that you can’t just walk up to a guy and ask, ‘hey, think you could pick me up?’ so he just has to get a little creative. Steve can do creative. He’s an artist after all.
He decides his best course of action is to become the world’s most annoying and oblivious human-obstruction. He blocks Thor’s way all the time, hoping that the guy will eventually just get fed up enough and move him out of the way. Steve doesn’t take into account just how polite both he and Thor are, so after a few tries he goes back to the drawing board. Of course, that’s when his plan works.
They have just gotten back from a mission. Steve hurts everywhere. Lately when he’s wanted a distraction he’s put on headphones and wandered around the tower listening to music as loud as it can go, so that’s what he decides to do. He finds himself parked in front of the fridge thinking too much about the ‘what ifs’ of today’s mission and not enough about what he wants to eat. He doesn’t even hear Thor come up behind him, he doesn’t even know that Thor’s there at all until he’s being lifted up by two hands around his waist.
Steve screams and throws both his phone and headphones across the room. Thor starts laughing before he even sets Steve down. “My sincerest apologies. I thought you knew I was there,” Thor manages between laughs.
Steve’s red-faced and sputtering. “I did NOT!”
“I promise to warn you next time, then.” And oh god, now Steve’s red-faced for a different reason. He doesn’t even think of a good response before he flees.
Sparring with Thor is always an adventure, and this time’s no different. Steve gets an elbow jabbed into Thor’s stomach, really thinking that he’s got the upper-hand. Thor leans forward as if he’s going to charge head on at Steve but instead just picks him up and throws him over his shoulder.
“Ah!” Steve yelps. Thor walks them both backwards into a padded wall of the gym. “What did you do that for?”
“Because you like it,” Thor says, easy as anything with that brilliant smile of his shining across his face. “Am I correct in my assumption?”
“Well- uh- yes.”
“You like me as well?” Thor asks, raising his eyebrow. He slides Steve down his body so Steve can wrap his legs around Thor’s middle. Oh god, Steve’s so red he’s going to die. “In a way where you’d like to kiss me.”
“Thor, just kiss me then,” he grits, because this is just too damn much for the moment. His entire body is the color of a lobster.
Whether it’s a a classy gala, a rave, or just a small gathering, you know Gryffindors are there to ensure everyone’s having a good time!
Hufflepuff- The Support System
When their friends are breaking down over existential crises, or just plain homesick, the Hufflepuff will always be there with a hug and a warm mug of coffee.
Ravenclaw -The Busy Bee
They do readings in advance, they’re constantly busy with their extra-curricular activities, and they’re always down for a study date at the campus coffee shop. Ravenclaws may look like they have their shit together, but they’re probably screaming internally 24/7.
Slytherin- The Mom
The Slytherins are born leaders to a fault, and help their friends out of sticky situations. They head group projects, clubs, and yes, even college parties. You can usually find them in the bathroom, trying to sober up a drunk/stoned classmate before class.
slow steps, you dragged your feet towards the bathroom, feeling really tired from the nap you just woke
up from. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to sleep before a date, but you couldn’t
help yourself as you had woken up really early for work. A small smile played
upon your lips as you thought about it, work. It’s where you met him.
‘’Y/N! A caramel macchiato!’’ your
co-worker yelled from the counter as you hastily wiped away the mess you just
‘’Coming right at ya,’’ you just
told him, still wiping the counter and now also the floor, as coffee dripped
from the edges. Brown droplets splashed in front of your white shoes, almost
making them brown too, but with a few more wipes it looked like nothing was
A heavy sigh left your mouth and
you heard a shy voice speaking a few metres away from you.
‘’Please, t-take your time,’’ the
voice said as you whipped your head around, gazing at the guy to which the
voice belonged with surprised eyes. When you met his eyes, your heart was about
the burst and you could feel your head getting lighter.
Warm, chocolate brown eyes, a bit
puffy and a face handsome as hell. Lips plump at first, but when his mouth went
upwards, the cutest smile ever appeared, making his eyes smile as well. You had
no idea how a stranger could make you feel all giddy, but he did. His ash
blonde hair fell in front of his face in various ways, and it gave him this
chill and cute vibe.
‘’Oh Jesus, Lord, save me,’’ was the only thought going through your mind,
This took me way too long to post. Requested by @thats-so-rhyan and i hope y’all like it. Kinda a long one and I’ve never played nor watched lacrosse being played so if this is completely wrong, please don’t judge me.
It’s a usual night at Sirius’ flat. James is holding a beer, laughing out loud, as Lily is embracing him on the couch. As always, they look adorable. You give a quick stare to Sirius to your right. He’s laughing warmly at what James is saying. You don’t really listen to whatever he’s telling because you’re too focused on Sirius’ smile. His lips. You’ve been out and about since the school ended. It’s been two years already and you feel like you both are driven away from each others. Between you two, it always been passionate. But lately, he’s been more distant. There’s a war coming, everybody knows it. Maybe this is just it. It always has been just about sex. He was never going to settle down. Never. Remus is staring blankly at the boys but he doesn’t look like he’s totally there. There’s something on his mind right now, but you can’t tell what is it. He’s sweating a little bit, he actually looks like he caught some cold. Remus have been drinking quite a lot tonight, more than usual. Maybe this explains why he looks so far distant. ‘Moony?’ says James, waving his hand in front of Remus’ eyes. 'You there?’ Remus jumps. 'Yep. Sorry.’ 'I think it’s time to go, James’ says Lily with a warm laugh. 'What, no!’ says Sirius, shaking the almost empty whisky bottle in his hand and filling Remus’ glass once more. 'Don’t you think he had enough already?’ you say to Sirius. He turns back to look at you with a childish pout. But he looks deeply at his friend and knows that it’s maybe time to call it off. 'Fine! Moony, you’re sleeping here tonight.’ You turn around to look at Remus. He’s already sleeping. You guess he just needed to know the party was over. Anyway, he wouldn’t have gone very far by the way he looks. Not only he had a lot to drink, but he didn’t look like he was in a great shape either. You kiss goodbye James and Lily as they disappear behind the door. Sirius takes your hand. 'You staying tonight?’ he asks with a smirk on his face. You know exactly what this expression means. You’ve seen it a hundred times. You put your hand on his chest. 'Nah, I’m going to go home, I’m tired.’ He pouts again and it makes you chuckle. 'You are impossible! Remus is just next to your room, what if he hears us?’ 'He’s passed out, love’ Sirius answers, tickling his cheek against yours. Sirius never wanted people to know you two were seeing each other. And you were kind of okay with it because you didn’t want anybody to judge you because you were sleeping with the worst playboy Hogwarts had known. You take Sirius’ hand and lead him silently into his bedroom, after you glance one last time to see Remus sound asleep, tucked into the couch like a baby. You close the door behind you as you fall into Sirius’ arms, swearing, as usual, that it’s the last time. You’re too old for these foolish games. At first it was fun. Sirius is a great lover, you have to admit it. But you want more and it’s impossible with him. You kind of made peace with this fact.
There’s a sound that wakes you up, making you jump in fear in the bed. It takes you a few seconds to realize where you are. You look at your right and see Sirius sleeping next to you, his arm resting on your naked stomach. You try to get up of the bed but he squeezes you gently next to him. 'Sirius? There was a noise’ you say. But he doesn’t answer. He’s sleeping deeply. You get on the tip of your toes and take your wand on the night table. It’s always ready, these days are dangerous. You grab Sirius’ t-shirt and put back your underwear. You open silently the door of the bedroom and walk to the provenance of the strange noise. You feel silly.
You see the bathroom’s light turned on as Remus isn’t on the couch anymore. You sigh, relieved. You walk to the door and the scene before your eyes makes you panicked. 'Remus, are you okay?’ you ask as you reach for a clean towel. His left rib is completely scratched, deeply and there’s a lot of blood around it. At the sound of your voice, he steps back in fear and try to hide his body with the shirt he was holding. 'What the hell happened?’ you say as you reach for the shirt, but he steps back. 'Remus? Let me take care of it.’ 'Go away Y/N, I’m okay’ he says, but his voice seems off, like he is really hurting right now. 'You’re clearly not, show me your wound’ you reply angrily. He rolls his eyes and he drops the shirt on the ceramic floor. 'Merlin, Remus. How did you end up like this? Why didn’t you tell anyone? Is that why you were drinking that much?’ You clench your teeth together as you look at the flesh-wound cut. It looks like it hurts like hell. You wet the fresh towel and wring it. 'This is going to hurt’ you tell him, before applying the linen on his wound. He hisses silently but you can read the distress on his face. You look at the cut again, trying to wipe the blood away. 'Sit down’ you tell Remus, pointing at the counter. He nods and sit painfully on it, while you’re searching into the cabinets. You find some bandage. Remus is following you with his gaze as you wet another clean towel with freezing water. You push it gently on his forehead, then down on his neck. 'You’re burning’ you sigh. 'Keep it still if you can.’ He holds the towel on his face as you start to rip some bandage to cover his wound up. You then look for a bottle of disinfectant. You grab it and you freeze in front of him. 'I’m sorry. This is not going to be fun’ you say, with an awkward smile. He scoff. 'Don’t worry Y/N. I’m used to.’ You frown your eyebrows. You then notice the other scars all over his body. He has a large one on his chest but it looks quite old. It makes the other little scars nothing compared to it. You look again in his eyes and without thinking about it, you look at the aged scar crossing his face. You always thought it was adorable, actually. 'How could you hurt yourself so bad…’ you say, more to yourself than to him. He looks at you intensely. 'I think you know what it’s about’ he says. 'You’ve been around quite enough…’ You don’t reply. You always thought that he was a werewolf. It started with his sudden disappearances when there was a full moon. Then the scars that were adding up on his body each time he’d come back. You never said anything, nor asked questions. Not because you were scared, but because you knew how Remus was discreet and reserved. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. Anyway, his condition never mattered to you. He was your friend, a dear one and you wanted him to be happy. You start soaking some cotton with the disinfectant. 'Take a deep breath’ you say as you apply the cotton on the wound. He growls and hisses. He punches the counter so heavily that he makes his knuckles bleed. 'Really Remus? Didn’t lose enough blood already?’ you say. 'It hurts like hell Y/N!’ 'I didn’t even get to the worst part of your wound!’ He sighs heavily. 'You need to get a grip on something…’ you say, looking at some random object he could grab while you’re dealing with his wound. Nothing looks like it’s going to do it. 'Squeeze my arm’ you finally say. 'What? No! I don’t want to hurt you!’ he says with round eyes. 'I don’t mind, Remus! Just squeeze it and we are going to get over with this!’ You put his hand on your right arm as you reach for another imbibed cotton. 'I’m going to take care all of it, one shot, okay? Be ready…’ He doesn’t look reassured but he closes his eyes, waiting for the pain to seize him. As you apply the cotton on the wound again, you feel his whole body becoming stiff. He’s squeezing your arm too gently. His breathing becomes jerky and irregular. 'Squeeze my arm!’ you shout at him. You feel him grab you more tightly. You look at his face, his eyes still closes, his teeth still clenched. Sweat pearls at the birth of his hairline. 'A little bit more’ you say as you reach for the most profound part of his wound. He looks like he’s going to pass out. 'Grab my arm, Remus! Stay the fuck with me!’ you say as you feel his nails clenching into your skin. It hurts a lot but never like the pain Remus seems to endure right now. 'It’s over’ you say, throwing the cotton soaked with blood in the trash next to you. You wash your hands and see the water turning red down the sink. You feel Remus’ hand reaching for your burning arm. 'Shit, Y/N’ he says, looking at the red marks he did to you. 'It’s nothing’ you say, trying to smile to reassure him. 'It’s not, I didn’t realize, I’m sorry’ he says, distraught. 'Remus, I’m okay, really’ you add. You feel his warm breath on your face. There’s a strange feeling in your stomach. You grab the bandages on the counter as you start to apply one on the tip of the wound. Both saying nothing, there’s only the sound of the warm night that keeps you alert. You continue to put the bandages on his cut, and you’re almost finished. You apply yourself very gently as you finally covered every teared skin. Slowly, you slide your finger on his ribcage, like this only gesture is going to heal him. You know it’s not, but it’s stronger than you. 'There you go’ you whisper, still staring at the now dressed wound. You can’t pull your finger off his skin. 'Thank you, Y/N. Really… but you didn’t have to…’ Remus says, running his index on your burning arm. He looks like he feels sorry a lot. 'I wanted to’ you answer, running your finger on the old scar that crosses his chest. 'Don’t look at that’ he says, pulling his finger off from your arm. He gets off the counter and reaches slowly to his shirt. He tries to put it but it looks like this only move is hurting him. 'Let me help you’ you propose. 'I’m fine’ he says, trying to hide. 'Remus, I saw all of them. I don’t mind, let me help’ you say as you reach him. You take the shirt in your hands and you help him putting it back. 'Nobody should have to look at that.’ You roll your eyes. 'It’s just scars!’ 'Well, if you know why I get so many of them, I don’t know why you’re still standing in front of me. You should run, you should be disgusted!’ he says, running a hand in his hair, impatient. You feel sad. 'Remus’ you say, stepping in front of him. He sighs. 'You are not, in any way, disgusting. And these scars, it’s part of you. You shouldn’t be ashamed.’ He closes his eyes as you run your hand underneath his shirt. He steps away but you insist. 'See? There is nothing revolting there. Your skin, it’s so soft, actually’ you say, closing your eyes too. You hit a bumpy relief. 'And those, it’s just… really it’s just like a map’ you say, running your finger slowly up and up until you reach his heart. Both eyes closed, you feel your lips touching. You hear Remus sighs heavily as he grabs your hair and gets lost in the kiss. On the tip of your toes, you squeeze your body more unto him. Suddenly, your mouths are both opened and you let your tongue slide on the tip of his soft lips and he answers with his. You feel his long fingers searching for your skin as he lift up gently your shirt.
He stops abruptly, noticing Sirius’ t-shirt on your body.
'I shouldn’t be doing this’ he says, pushing you gently from him. 'I’m sorry.’ Confused, you look at him. 'Remus, I-’ 'I’m sorry, I should go’ he says, leaving the bathroom. You look at him grab his bag and he opens the door. 'Thanks for the bandages’ he says before disappearing behind the closed door.
I got quite some asks a while ago about “What does my fave say about me???” and I wanna answer all of them and also no new chapter which is crushing:
Class 1-A: Alphabetized
Aoyama Yuuga: you have horrible self-esteem issues and cover it up by attracting attention to yourself because you want the attention but have absolutely no idea what to do with it once you have it
Ashido Mina: a loud passionate person with a fondness for dress-up (everyday wear or costumes, it doesn’t matter) and people are shocked to find out your level of nerdiness because like… “you don’t look like a nerd…”
Bakugou Katsuki: a spitfire on the inside and sometimes on the outside. You spicy af and people tell you to tone it down. Was a genius in middle school but then found out about everyone else catching up. Has a SUPER fear of failure.
Hagakure Tooru: A cute little flower who blends into the background but never fear, all that gossip is here! People forget you a lot, but you’re used to it. Gotta keep that positive attitude!!!!
Iida Tenya: People tell you you’re weird a lot and they also tell you you’re annoying but you’re just trying to help. Smart af when it comes to what you know, but pretty clueless otherwise.
Jirou Kyouka: You have that one piece of clothing you love dearly and have owned for years and people are shocked to see you whenever you’re not wearing it. Actual music hoe. *takes out one earbud* whut
Kaminari Denki: Admit it you’re an irl troll face but deep down you’re actually the rarest of pepes. Just wants to be loved by friends but you also want a date to prom so jokingly-for-real ask people out on dates. It hasn’t really worked.
Kirishima Eijirou: You love The Gays™ or are irl gay yourself. You’re an actual cinnamon roll but you’re hella burnt on the inside so you’ve got a spine of steel. You love your friends and aren’t afraid to say it. HUGS FOR EVERYONE
Kouda Kouji: You little animal lover you~ <3 ! Shy and sweet, people tell you that you don’t talk much but you’re just anxious. Will talk about your passions until you pass out but if it’s in front of strangers then NO THANKS
Midoriya Izuku: Actual cinnamon roll just trying your best, you’re smart with what you’re passionate about but that also makes you a giant nerd. You have that one weird little quirk that nobody understands so you hide it a lot.
Mineta Minoru: You’re goofy and the squad clown but also naive af. Might not be noticeable on the outside but UR A SINNER HARRY. You read way too much fanfiction because actual porn feels weird/ is too much
Ojiro Mashirao: You like to stick to the background but you also want people to notice when you’ve achieved something so you’re stuck in this cycle of “I want this to look good but also original but not too weird but also cool but also…”
Satou Rikkidou: Your resting bitch face almost has yourself fooled but there’s nothing that can comfort you like food and your best bro can. Is really good at cooking. Part of the “Support Everyone But Forgets Yourself” Squad.
Sero Hanta: You come off as harmless but deep down you’re a disgusting memer waiting for the perfect moment to pun and meme. Your health is important, look at this article you printed off just for your friends’ cringe
Shouji Mezou: You’re quiet at first but hella observant so you can tell the moment to open up and let people see how harmless you are on the inside. Gentle soul who only want the best for others. Will kill/die to protect others.
Todoroki Shouto: You’ve been deeply hurt by someone you looked up to and you know you’re still messed up. You’re trying to grow away from the pain but it’s hard. A little wrapped up in your head, you want to love others again.
Tokoyami Fumikage: You know every word to “Welcome to the Black Parade”. You like really cool, dark and edgy things so your inner emo is Strong™. People tell you that you need to cool your chill and warm up. flip them the bird.
Tsuyu Asui: IRL perfect friend, you are the mom friend/ big sis friend of the group who makes sure everyone stays together and doesn’t do stupid shit. At least, doesn’t do stupid shit without you. Pokèmon was a lifestyle, once.
Uraraka Ochako: Looks innocent on the outside but will punch a guy if they step over that very clear line. Friends and family are to be protected at all costs. You’re so cheap, people laugh but in reality you’re scared to spend money.
Yaoyorozu Momo:Smart af and pretty too, you’re so used to things coming easily to you that you panic as soon as something seems hard. In group projects you’re the one that does 95% of the work. You’re (kinda) ok with this.
Alright, I covered Class 1-A first, but if your fave isn’t on this list, or you wanna look up your other faves, I left it all under the cut!
All Might/ Toshinori Yagi: Actual cinnamon roll trying their best to be a good guardian and lead those who are lost. Is the actual biggest dork around. Tries to be cool but simply… isn’t. We love you anyways. Pls take care of yourself too.
Eraserhead/ Aizawa Shouta: you’re extra salty in need of a nap and still care about everyone around you but still like to fuck with them to show you care. Is a cat person and feels like you can only get along with other cat people.
it’s the middle of winter, and tony’s got the flu. he’s hacking and coughing and sneezing all over everything, and his throat is so sore he can’t talk, but he won’t just go to bed and sleep because he’s got a million things he needs to be working on, upgrades for the team and the suit and that si paperwork that pepper keeps pestering him about-
and so he wraps up in a hoodie and drags himself about, snuffling and miserable and trying so hard,
and steve’s super worried, but tony just stubbornly shakes his head when steve says he should go and sleep. so steve hangs around anxiously, and makes tony hot coffee and soup for lunch, and frets silently.
and then, tony’s leaning over to pull up a diagram on the holoscreen, and he’s sort of dizzy and lightheaded, and next thing he’s crumpling up and falling to the ground.
except steve’s there. and steve catches him before he hits the floor, and tony’s white-faced and disoriented and shaking, and steve says grimly, ‘okay, that’s it.’
‘wh-h-what?’ tony wheezes, and he’s gripping onto steve’s arm and trying not to go off into another paroxysm of coughing. steve holds him upright, one arm around tony’s waist and the other rubbing soothing circles into his back.
‘i said, that’s enough,’ steve repeats, and he’s got the cap face on - or is it the steve-rogers-is-not-taking-no-for-an-answer face? tony’s not sure, but oh he’s so tired and it feels so nice to not have to hold up his own weight.
steve’s so nice and strong, and his chest is really soft. tony rests his head on it without thinking, and steve’s arms tighten protectively around him. ‘i’m taking you to bed,’ steve says against his hair, and oh, there’s an inappropriate joke right there for the picking, but tony’s too tired to make it.
and then the weight is taken right off his feet, because steve is lifting him up like a baby, one hand braced under tony’s backside, and tony wishes he felt more awake so he could enjoy that. he curls his arms around steve and lets himself go limp, because steve’s got him.
there is one thing though, that his fuzzy head is telling him is important, that steve needs to know. ‘y'shouldn’t - touch my butt,’ tony mumbles into steve’s shoulder. ‘p'pl will think - think you…’
he feels steve huff out a wry amused breath into tony’s hair. 'they already think that, tony,’ he says, and then, softer, 'they’re quite right, too, and you would know it if you weren’t such a blind idiot.’
tony just turns his face into steve’s neck and lets his eyes drift closed. god, he feels like shit. there’s something about what steve just said, something important, but he can’t think properly and he just wants to sleep.
tomorrow. he’ll think about it tomorrow. for the moment he just feels so safe, held like this as though he doesn’t weigh more than a feather. steve’s carrying him, careful and strong, supporting his weight.
steve carries him into his bedroom, lowering tony down onto the bed. he tucks him under the covers, bringing them up to his neck and laying a blanket over the top, warm and cosy.
tony looks up at him, struggling to keep his eyes open. ’t'morrow,’ he croaks. 'me 'n’ you. talk. gotta 'member.’
steve looks down at him, and his eyes are very soft somehow. 'tomorrow,’ he agrees gently. 'you and me are going to talk about this if it kills us.’
tony thinks hazily that he actually likes the sound of that. steve’s stroking his hair with his fingers, and it feels so good.
and tony nestles into the pillow and lets himself drift off to sleep, because steve’s there and tony’s safe and maybe he’s allowed to rest, just this once.
(more ficlets under the 'stevetony ficlet’ tag on my blog)
It was happening again. The continuous melody of vibrations of your phone sang you to sleep every night. It was a constant stream of incoming messages and calls since the day he pulled out of your driveway. You had ignored every single one except for the one time when you both were drunk and screamed slurred syllables at each other until Mina ripped your phone from your palm and made you hang up.
Every time you left your apartment you held your breath, worried that his black car would be park outside your front door. But it never was. He had enough respect for you to know not to physically show up at your door. Probably worried that you would key up and down the sides of his precious piece of metal, not like you hadn’t thought about it before.
You swiped your phone into silent mode and do not disturb, hoping that for at least one night you would be able to fall asleep without hearing his voice ringing in your ears. Your breathing synced with your heartbeat as your eyelids falling heavy. “Please, not tonight.” you whispered as you gave into the sleep falling around you.
The curtains in your room were suddenly ripped open, blinding light came hurtling through the window as your eyes flew open. The sound of familiar hurried footsteps were pacing your floor, picking up everything you had been neglecting and placing them in their proper place.
“You’re disgusting, did you know that?” Mina huffed as she picked up a wet towel from the food floor and placed it into the hamper. “When was the last time you did laundry?”
You rolled over, covering your head with your pillows in an attempt to drown out your best friend. But Mina wasn’t having it. She ripped the blankets off your body and threw them on the ground, “Oh my god, Y/N. When was the last time you showered?” she dramatically plugged her nose to further emphasize her point.
“I really regret giving you an extra key.” you grumbled as you admitted defeated and sat up in bed.
Out of all of the choices you’ve made in your life, being with Harry was one of the best. Even better was starting a family with him. You didn’t know how he had stayed all these years, dealing with your constant needs and attention, the pregnancy cravings, and the nights where you felt like giving up. After everything, he’s stayed. Both of you weren’t married yet, which in your family’s eyes was a demeaning and unworthy way to do life. For Harry’s family, they didn’t care as long as you were both happy.
With having five kids in the past seven years, all of them having a place on your hip at some point, life was a moving train with no stops.
Overview: Y/n is in a car accident and Shawn leaves one of his concerts to be with her.
I tried peeling my eyes open but the harsh light made them snap shut again. Groaning, pain traveled up my body as I tried to move to a more comfortable position.
“Shh, stay still. You’re in a lot of pain,” A soft voice told me, gently moving my blankets back over me from when they fell previously. Finally being able to open my eyes I looked around the room I was in.
“Where am I?” I asked, voice scratchy. The room was small and completely white. A machine beeped near my head but it hurt to move to look at it.
“You’re in hospital,” a nurse tells me, looking up from the clipboard to meet my eyes. “You we’re in a serious car accident but you’re stable now.” She pushes her glasses up from where they were sliding down her nose. Her dark hair was tied back in a bun and she looked a few years older then what I was.
“Okay,” I murmur, my gaze moving to the small, fourth story window displaying the park down below. My head felt as though I had been hit by a truck, ironic as I was in a car accident, and my body felt like mush when I tried to move it.
“You woke up just in time for you to receive more pain killers, you’ll be getting them around every 4 hours. Dr Samaro will be in later this evening also to check in just to make sure everything’s okay after the surgery.” She tells me, putting a fluid into the drip connected to me.
“I had surgery?” I asked dazed, the information taking a while to process.
“You had a couple shattered ribs, one of the bones was pressing into your lungs which nearly ruptured it so we had to operate to fix it. You also suffered from a mild concussion and also a small fracture in your left knee,”
“Wow,” my mind was blank and all I wanted to do was sleep.
“Your family has arrived, but right now I’m going to give you a medication that will help you sleep as you must be in a lot of pain,”
I nod my head, letting out a little “Mmh,” in agreement before sleep pulls me under.
Quiet chatter brings me out of the haze I was in. The room is darker than what it was before, creating faint shadows from the light against the faces of the two people who stand beside my bed.
“Y/n,” A women closet to me says, smiling at me softly. “I’m Dr Samaro, I operated on you this morning. I’m here to check how you’re feeling?”
“Alright I guess, the pain killers are working,” I chuckle slightly but think better of it when my ribs protest in pain.
“That’s good. All seems fine after the surgery, no internal bleeding or infections yet. They’re going to bring dinner round in half an hour and I advise that you eat in small mouthfuls okay?” I can detect a slight British accent when she speaks.
“Cool,” I say tiredly, looking up at her.
“There’s also someone here to see you in the waiting room, you can see them if you would like too?”
“Yes please,” I say, immediately perking up.
She nods and turns away, the nurse following swift behind her, the door shutting on her way out.
A minute later it reopens.
“Y/n, shit, Y/n,” Shawn appears, rushing over to my bed, grabbing my hand in his warm ones. “What did you do to yourself, huh?’ he kisses my forehead gently before kneeling down to be eye level with me.
“I’m fine,” I say, voice still raspy. His brown eyes lock with mine, filled with concern and fear for what could have happened. “It’s okay Shawn, I’m here,”
Tears well in his eyes and he brings my hand up to kiss my knuckles. “You scared the shit out of me! I was on stage then suddenly Andrew pulled me off to the side to tell me that you’d been in a car accident, critical condition, and quite possibly could die,”
My breathe falters. “Die?” I question, my voice just above a whisper.
“I left the arena immediately and booked a flight from Los Angeles to Toronto and I’ve been in the waiting room ever since. I got here a little before you first woke up but they wanted you to rest a bit more. Andrew got here a couple hours ago and mum and dad are coming in the morning with Aaliyah,”
I wipe away a tear that’s making its way down his cheek.
“God, I so thought that this was it. I thought I lost you,” more tears spill from him causing my own eyes to water.
“You didn’t loose me,” I attempt to say strongly but my voice tremors.
Shawn smiles, trying to pull himself together. “It just scared me, thinking that you could just be here one day and the next gone,”
“I know baby but you can’t think like that,” I say softly, my thumb stroking his hand.
“I’m sorry, I’m a mess,” he chuckles. “You’re the one in pain and I’m acting like this,”
“It just shows you care,” I say trying not to laugh as it hurts my ribs.
“As soon as I heard I was running, I was like lightning,” He says, proud at how fast he got here, making me grin.
“I bet you were,”
“Or the flash,” he has a thoughtful expression for a second. “I’m defiantly the flash,”
hey!! i love your writing so much!! you're amazing x I was wondering for a stress free prompt thing would a ransom/holster/bitty (either platonic or romantic, and can be either or both from holsom with bitty) piece with ransom or holster helping out or defending bitty in anyway be possible? i hope you're having a good evening :)
[trying to get into that writing thing again, so here is a quick fic: 2.2k, reference to fighting/minor injuries, just gen. no pairings in this fic, set in Year 1]
It’s not something Bitty would have ever expected, but by March
of his Freshmen year, he has sort of forgotten that Ransom and Holster are
is just used to it. He is used to being crammed in the middle as they subtly
steer him while he looks at his phone and they talk literally over his head. He
is used to glaring upwards when
he needs to glare and, really, sometimes it’s strange when he meets up with new
people and suddenly his neck isn’t craning. Sure, if he has to describe them to
his family or friends from Georgia, he will usually throw in their height but
it’s not the first thing he mentions anymore.
and Holster are just his big, dumb, goofy friends. They have a best friend
handshake and eat best friend sundaes and he knows they must be intimidating on
the ice but that’s never directed at him.
They even know not to include him when they start roughhousing. He texts them
gifs of big dogs doing dumb things with the hashtag: “#isthisyou.”
The point is: It’s a bit
surprising when he slides into his usual seat in American History 102, next
to a very nice girl named Greta, who turns to him with a somewhat astonished face.
“Eric!” Bitty waves a
hello, even though privately he prefers Bitty nowadays. He had met Greta in
101, though, before he knew to introduce himself as such. “Did you hear?”
“Hear what?” he says,
reaching for his bookbag and hoping he remembered to bring his history
“About the fight,” she
says. “I mean, obviously, you heard. Do you have the details?”
“Err—“ he starts. The other
students are leaning forward, waiting to hear his answer. “I’m sorry, I haven’t
got the faintest what y’all’re talking about.”
“The fight,” Greta says. “With the hockey players!”
Bitty thinks back to their
last game. Fighting isn’t actually allowed in the NCAA but there had been a bit
of a tousle when one of the guys from Northeastern ran into Johnson and Jack
got in his face. Bitty wouldn’t exactly call it a fight but maybe to the uniformed…
“I mean, it wasn’t a real
fight,” Bitty says. “Jack is too disciplined for that but you don’t skate into
a team’s goalie and Johnson was a tad slow getting up so—“
“What are you talking
about?” Greta says. “It most definitely was a real fight. My friend Yazmine
said there was blood everywhere!”
“What?” Bitty says.
“They’re your friends,” Greta replies. “How do
you not know about this? The two huge ones that walk you around places!”
“Ransom and Holster?” Bitty
says. “You think Ransom and Holster
got into a fight?”
Pronouns: Gender-Neutral (if you’d like to request different pronouns just ask ❤)
Warnings: Nudity (I mean, they’re showering together so), steamy kissing, swear words, bad writing
- You only suggested it because you were running late
-Like an, “I’ve gotta leave in fifteen minutes and I feel like a grease ball so can just jump in with you?” type of thing
- he was like “ok…” but secretly he was like “HoLy ShIT”
- he would try his best not to… stare?
-Bless him he’d just turn his back to you and keep rinsing his hair and try really hard not to get a boner
-But then you’d be like, “Peter look” and he’d turn around to see that you’d given yourself a mohawk with the shampoo and he’d laugh and just be like “holy fuck they’re cute”
-But then you’d be like “Here, let me give you one”
-and he smiles and you start to lather up the shampoo in his hair and your nails feel really good on his scalp
-he’s just in heaven aww
-You know that face that dogs make when you scratch them behind the ear?
-Yeah, that’s basically the face he makes everytime you play with his hair
-just a content little smile
-he gives you a little beard with bubbles and you do the thing that kids do in the pool where they flip their hair over on itself and it looks like George Washington
-Everytime he’d laugh those f u c k i n g d i m p l e s
-He looks so cute with his hair all slicked back from the water awwwwwww
-you stop to play with his hair for a second and everything’s so warm and soft and soapy and sweet
-And he turns to you kind of abruptly and is like,
-“Hey, can I kiss you?”
-And you’re like, “yeah…” but in your head you’re like “HoLy ShIT!!!”
- and he kisses you and you can feel him smiling and his nose and cheeks are red from the steam and w o w i e
-and it was fuckin gentle and shit! Not like Peter, who sped through literally everything. It was slow and nervous and soft and sweeet.
-and both of y'all are all wet and slippery and soapy
-his chest is right up against yours and it kind of turns him on a little bit
-You run a hand through his hair and bite his lip softly and he groans and pushes you back against the wall.
-Your arms are around his neck and his hands are grazing over your hips and the small of your back
-the kiss breaks because you nearly slip but he grabs your arms and you steady yourself against the wall and you and you both laugh
-And he’s so freakin cute with his wet hair and that wide grin and the little drops of water sticking his eyelashes together and trailing down his nose
-You both decide that you’re wasting too much water and you dry off. He throws you an old band shirt and It’s all worn out and comfy (He’s had it since middle school and it’s been worn and washed like 5,000 times and the dye is faded and the fabric is all stretched out and the logo on the front is all cracked you know what I’m sayin? Yeah)
-He’s too lazy to dry off that well so his shoulders are still covered in little droplets of condensation
-His wet hair is pushed behind his ears and he’s all cute and Squeaky Clean ™
-You end up missing whatever you were going to and you couldn’t care less.