and to the people who sent me the get well messages thank you so much

this is a story about a sorcerer and a knight. well, a knight-in-training. they go by KiT, a nickname for their title, but a perfectly good name for anyone. kit’s a good squire, for the most part, but they have a knack for getting into trouble.

this time the trouble is they just fuckin decked another knight in the middle of the tavern.

“keep your hands off my friend,” kit tells the shocked personification of grossness, now sitting on his ass on the ground. kit’s pretty sure the message was already sent though the ass-kicking, but it doesn’t hurt to be thorough.

the man splutters for a minute before finding his tongue. “you— you— you piece of shit, you’ll pay for this. i have powerful friends.”

“bring it on,” kit retorts. they’re feeling pretty confident right now.

they’re feeling significantly less confident as two other men step up behind the first guy.

“outside,” the first growls.

“we’re zit and wedge, and we’re going to kick your ass,” the second one clarifies. 

zit nods. “but we don’t want to make a mess of you on mal’s floor, since it was just scrubbed and all.”

kit glances at mal, who they rather thought was a friend, to find her nodding appreciatively. “brawlers these days are so polite. out you three go.”

kit wilts. “but… there’s just one of me.”

it’s around this time, when the two other guys are starting to crack their knuckles and look like they’re going to drag kit outside whether they like it or not, that someone else pushes their way through the small crowd that’s forming.

“’scuse me, pardon me. hello. what’s going on here?”

she’s got bright blue hair, of the kind that you get from mucking around with magic too much. everyone immediately reassesses the situation, and watches her warily. a sorcerer can quickly change the way a brawl plays out, if they feel like intervening. kit sincerely hopes she does.

“miss,” zit jumps in before kit can get a word in, “this young… person, here, just brutally attacked my poor friend, and me and wedge think we ought to be able to teach them a lesson in manners.”

the sorcerer studies him for a moment, as if considering his statement, and kit grabs their chance.

“pimple here is completely leaving out the fact that their friend wouldn’t leave my friend alone, after she asked him to go away twice!”

zit bristles, and looks to the sorcerer for her judgment.

she considers for while. “can anyone vouch for this knight’s statement?”

“i was the one getting hit on!” tea shouts from behind kit’s shoulder.

the sorcerer digests the witness’s statement. “hm. i’m inclined to see this as a case of self-defense, through the channel of someone who was not the self being hit on. i would suggest that all the parties involved accept the ruling of “he who gets their ass kicked probably deserves it”, and move on.”

“fat chance,” wedge growls. “the pack sticks together. we have to defend our leader.”

werewolves, kit sighs internally. it just figured.

there’s a dramatic pause, then the sorcerer says cooly, “you try it, and you’ll get your asses kicked too.”

zit and wedge eye her warily. kit eyes all three of them, which is hard with only two eyes.

“i reckon we could take a sorcerer,” wedge hypothesizes— an idea that would be quickly proven false in any laboratory experiment.

but this is a tavern, and the sorcerer has a delayed reaction, only raising her hands when zit charges at her. kit flinches back, sure she’s about to be crushed, but the next moment flames explode in the small space between the sorcerer and zit. there’s a yelp, and mad scrambling back from the sorcerer.

“i have nowhere to be until book club at midnight,” the sorcerer informs them calmly, her hands still out, palms up and ready to summon more flame. kit squints at them. “so i have plenty of time to teach you a lesson.”

apparently rescinding their hypothesis, all three werewolves make a mad dash for the door and disappear into the night.

the sorcerer smiles victoriously, and shakes her bright hair out of her face. kit squints at her scalp as she turns to them. “all good?”

“yes, thank you,” tea says, sounding impressed. “wow… a fire summoner. i didn’t know there were any teenagers powerful enough.”

kit has no other specific places to squint, so they just stare hard at the sorcerer’s face. “yeah… thanks. that was really cool.”

she waves their thanks off with one hand, a few strands of smoke issuing from her sleeves. “all in a day’s work. i’ll be off now.”

kit leaves tea with mal, though they frankly no longer trust her so much, and follows the sorcerer out the door. “hey, wait! you, blue hair magic person. what are you?”

“a masked vigilante,” she says, after a pause. “without the mask, because magic.”

kit blinks at that, before realizing she’s perfectly right. besides the definite ideas that she’s female and blue-haired, kit seems to forget what she looks like one moment to the next. kinda neat, honestly, though disconcerting.

they shake their head. “no, i mean… you’re not a sorcerer. i’ve seen people summon fire, and it comes from a loosely closed fist, not an open hand. also, your hair is dyed, not magically changed.”

she doesn’t answer for a moment, then looks stumped, and continues to not answer.

“well?” kit asks.

“fine,” she admits. “i’m a sorcerer in training, but the fake mask is about the most complicated magic i can do. the hair is so people will take me seriously when i do masked vigilante stuff.”

“and the fire?” kit persists.

after a moment, she shakes out her sleeve, sending a tiny purple dragon tumbling into her other hand. “my helper. my fire aid, if you will. you’re the first person to notice, you know?”

“just logic and being awesome,” kit says with a shrug, feeling pleased. neither are skills they get to show off a lot. they kinda feel like they’ve earned something for it. “hey, can i ask you a question?”

after a pause, the sorcerer in training says, “go for it.”

“why do you wait a second before responding to anything?”

their question is punctuated by a pause before she answers.

then the sorcerer motions kit closer, and tucks her hair behind her ears. the knight-in-training leans in, gaping. there’s a green dragon no longer than the length of one finger perched behind her ear, claws holding onto her piercings for balance. it unwedges one tiny wing to wave at them.

“what the fuck,” kit says, unable to find a reason for this from logic or being awesome.

“what the fuck,” the dragon repeats, pushing its snoot practically inside the sorcerer’s ear.

“this is peep,” she says. “my hearing is shit, so it helps me out. i call it my hearing aid.”

the draconian hearing aid preens under the knight-in-training’s stare.

“shit,” kit mumbles, for lack of better words.

“shit!” the dragon crows, gleefully.

What I Read This Week

(22/4/17)

I probably the best reading week I’ve ever had, thanks to my incredibly wonderful friends who wrote fics for me for my birthday (they made a collection which you can find here! I am so, so thankful for them all 💙) as well as some other great updates!

Easy Now with My Heart by braveten, Teen, 12k (WIP)
“Fast, Yuuri. Pow pow.”
“Pow pow?”
He giggles—Victor Nikiforov, figure skating champion, Olympic athlete, Yuuri’s idol, who is currently sick and delusional, giggles—and puts his hand on Yuuri’s chest, pillowing his head there, too. “Pow pow,” he repeats as he feels his heartbeat. “Pow pow, pow pow. Fast, see?”
Oh. I LOVE THIS SO SO MUCH <3

Batter Up! by Shadow_sensei, Teen, 2.9k
Victor and Yuuri are celebrating their birthdays together and decide to bake their own cakes, competing against each other to see which of their cakes will be the one to win over the party. Neither have baked a cake in years. SO cute!

Look How We’ve Grown by maydei, Teen, 7k
Victor’s been alive for thirty years, but every day with Yuuri brings new surprises. Life. Love. Fun. Family. Yuuri’s presence in his life has brought them all, and Victor wouldn’t trade it for the world. LOVE!

they say its your birthday by ebenroot, Teen, 3.6k
“Clowns are creepy. We’re not having a clown, Victor.”
“What if I dressed up as a clown?”
Yuuri is pensive for a moment, then he pushes his glasses further up his nose in a disapproving manner. “Then I’m afraid I won’t be able to have sex with you until that mental image of you in clown makeup is purged from my mind,” Yuuri says with a shrug. BABIES AND CAKE OMG 

Duckling by missmichellebelle, Teen, 3.6k
The ballet classes are, inevitably, Victor’s idea. THE MOMS IN THIS OMG I love the end, so adorable!

The Best Kind of Present by Reiya, Teen, 2.4k
Yuuri is having a crisis over what to get Viktor for his birthday. Thankfully, Viktor already has a pretty good idea of what he wants… This is SOO AMAZING!!!

(Only By You) My Heart Always Moves by lily_winterwood, Teen, 6k
This is their first birthday together, and he’s already screwing it up by not having a present for Yuuri. Yuuri, who had fought tooth and nail for them, who had traversed the seven seas to return to him, who had taken the words they had shared in the early months of their intimacy and turned them into something beautiful, something perfect. A-M-A-Z-I-N-G

To Loving Tension by whalefairyfandom12, Mature, 
“Hey, Yuuri?” / “Yes?” / “Did you know people write fanfiction about us?”
Yuuri froze, any traces of sleepiness vanishing with his previous tranquility. / “What?” / “Mm. Phichit sent me a link. It’s tagged with endurance, hair pulling, blowjobs, possessive behavior, and they are in love.,” Viktor mused. “It sounds realistic so far.” OMFG… just… you have to read this omg!

A Hitman’s Guide to Emergency Gift-Giving by exile_wrath, Not Rated, 1.9k
1) In case of emergencies and not know what to give your husband for his birthday in twenty-four hours, the decapitated head of one of his lifelong enemies always works. REALLY awesome one-shot!!

let me be your lover by Tianetti, Teen, 2.7k
A terrible case of the sniffles. I LOVE SICKFICS SO MUCH HECK

Laundry Day by cryingoverspilledvodka, lucycamui, Explicit, 7.3k
The Katsuki-Nikiforov household takes a morning off to do laundry. Living together, it’s not just the bed that needs breaking in. THIS IS SO 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You by flowercrownyuri (elevensong), Teen, 2.5k
When Yakov gets bronchitis and can’t go with Yuri to Skate America, Victor fills in as a last minute backup coach. The problem? Skate America falls right before Yuuri’s birthday, and Victor won’t make it back in time to celebrate. Yuuri knows this, accepts it even, but he should know that nothing stands between Victor and what he wants. This is SO CUTE OMFG and Victor is so extra I love him <3

The Greatest Birthday of All by paxton1976, Mature, 3.2k
When Yuuri and Viktor decide to have a belated birthday celebration, their gifts change their future for the better. I LOVE this fic, thank you Pax!!

Frozenheart & Hiddenfire by Thehobbem, Not Rated, 9.7k
Being the youngest child in a family means you get to leave home and find Riches and Adventures your older siblings could only dream of - but Yuuri Katsuki wants nothing more than stay home and hide from Destiny. Which will be much harder to do once a certain ice wizard comes into town. SO good I love Victor in this!!

Perfect Collision, We Call it Art by LittleLostStar, Gen, 884 words
Here’s the thing about Yuuri Katsuki: everyone underestimates him.
It’s not really their fault, and in his healthier moments he’s able to acknowledge that it isn’t his fault either; it’s just how anxiety warps the world around him, like a miniature black hole or the world’s shittiest invisibility cloak. It coats him in a shimmering mirage of shyness and insecurity, and more often than not it’s basically impossible to remove. It’s hard to shine your brightest when you’re dragging all of that around. So the masquerade is kind of a no-brainer. I can’t wait for more!

Accidental Crush by Ashida, Mature, 4k (WIP)
A university AU in which Yuuri’s phone is plagued with spam text messages and the one time he decides to text back results in the best thing ever. Omgomgomg 

dear true love by cityboys, Teen, 63k (WIP)
Victor is a writer pretending to be on a break; Yuuri is a pianist pretending to not be on a break.They meet, somehow, in the backwaters of Saga Prefecture, Japan. That update… my heart! </3

Butt Stuff by Plumpie, Explicit, 13k (WIP)
AU in which top Japanese male figure skater Katsuki Yuuri is recovering from an invasive (and frankly, quite embarrassing) surgical procedure, and his visitation nurse turns out to be terribly, terribly attractive. If only they had met under less humiliating circumstances.

our doubts are traitors by astoryaboutwar, Explicit, 20k (WIP)
the powered assassins AU in which betrayal comes first, forgiveness second, and love was always somewhere in the equation. WOW… that update!!

(˃̶͈̀_˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾( ノ_ಠ)₍₍ (̨̡ ‾᷄♡‾᷅ )̧̢ ₎₎

Here’s to another week of great fic reading! Be sure to give the authors some love!

I Broke Down Tonight

So tonight something very strange happened. Something that has never happened to me before. I had a panic attack. My day was going normally and I was at work. 10 minutes before my shift, I started to feel a little bit weird. I was uncomfortable. I felt disconnected from the world around me. My hands started shaking and I started shivering and twitching. I clocked out at work and quickly went downstairs and just sat there, thinking about a ton of things all at once. Next thing I knew, I was outside on the sidewalk with two of my co workers beside me trying to calm me down. I was curled up in a ball, breathing heavily with tears running down my face. At first, I couldn’t pin point why this was happening. But then it hit me. Lately, I had been thinking a lot about some people from the start of my channel. People that used to support every video I did and would always interact with me. Flashes of these people flew into my memory. These people were people who I talked to on a regular basis and people I was getting to know fairly well. One of them in particular (who will go nameless) messaged me first because of my videos. She had said that she was very very depressed and cut herself on a regular basis, And at one point had contemplated suicide. At the time, I was making videos on a very regular basis. She said that my videos brought her so much joy and put a smile on her face. My videos were the reason that she had stopped cutting. Months went by and my videos got more and more infrequent. And then I never heard from that girl again. Then, a few months after, I found out that the amazing, strong, and wonderful girl who had sent me those messages months before, had ended her own life. This hit me harder than ever tonight. After conjuring up this memory of her in my mind, I just couldn’t pull myself together. I was crying as my dad held me in his arms asking me what was wrong. And for the first time, I was completely honest with him. I told him that I don’t want to go to college. I told him how much I absolutely adore YouTube, and I told him how incredibly terrified I am of not reaching my dreams as a yputuber. At first, he didn’t understand. He thought my dream was to get famous and be able to make a lot of money. But then I explained my real dream to him. My dream as a YouTuber is to make as many people as I can happy. I want to be there for you all every single day and bring a smile to your faces. I want to make you laugh when you feel like crying. I want to make you smile when you feel like breaking down. I want to make you happy even when you are at your lowest. The thought of that amazing girl ending her own life crushed me. I almost felt responsible for her death. I wish that I had done more. I wish that I had talked to her more. I wish that I could have made more videos for when she felt down. I don’t just want to entertain people. I want to give them hope. I want to make people smile and I want to show people that they truly matter. I don’t do YouTube because I want to get famous. I do YouTube because I want to make people’s lives better. I do it because I want to inspire people and make them feel happy on their saddest days. I do YouTube because I don’t want anyone to feel alone. I want to be there for you guys. I want to be the person you can look to when you are at your lowest and I want to help you in your time of need. I cannot even begin to examine how absolutely in love with YouTube I am. I love it more than anything. I can’t live without it and for this next year, I am going to try as hard as I can to make my dreams come true and I will not stop until it does. You all mean the world to me. I wouldn’t be the happy person I am today without you. Thank you all so much for all of your amazing support. Your comments and tweets and edits and fanarts and everything you do makes me so happy. I love you guys so much. Thank you. Let’s make this year amazing and let’s grow this community into something incredible. A community where everyone respects each other and helps each other out. A community where everyone is close and friendly. A community where no one will ever feel alone. I know we can do this. I love you all so much.

You Will Never Not Matter

Stranded (Part 1)

where Y/N is sorry and Harry is angry.

Harry turned around as soon as he heard the bathroom door open. He could feel his eyes widening at the sight of you. With your blue floor length dress and hair up in a loose bun, you looked unquestionably breathtaking. You were heading for the celebration dinner of Harry’s movie, but Harry felt like he would be nothing there compared to the goddess standing in front of him. He couldn’t help it, he walked towards you with long strides, smashing his lips with yours and whispering,

“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous.”

Your cheeks glowed with color as heat rushed up your neck. You smiled in gratitude before remarking,

“I think I should be the one saying that.”

Harry jokingly flipped his hair before replying,

“Yeah, I know, I’m very pretty.”

You two let out a laugh before your lips collided once more.

“How ‘bout we ditch the dinner an’ put on some of our own entertainment t’night?” he smirked, proud of his word play.

“Wish we could darling, but everyone’s gonna be there for you, yeah? Can’t leave them hanging.” You replied.

He hummed in response, well aware that he couldn’t ditch the party being thrown for him. You two headed out for the car parked outside. Your hands were tightly intertwined with Harry’s, and the two of you couldn’t have been more content at the moment.

Once you arrived at the destined place, the screams of the crowd and paparazzi increased in volume. The two of you were scurried out of the car by Harry’s event organizer. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you headed towards the fancy restaurant.

Strutting towards the door, you two looked, and felt, like the ideal couple. However, your little bubble of happiness was soon burst apart as Harry started getting questioned by an interviewer. He seemed nice, and the pair of you didn’t mind.

Yet, soon the questions started getting directed towards you as well. Caught up in the blissful heaven of the situation, you barely noticed as you accidentally spilled out information about Harry working on his solo album.

Harry had previously decided to keep his solo music career a secret for the time being. Lots of conspiracies came along with the rumors, none of which Harry wanted to face. He had instructed you not to inform anyone about it either, and he knew that he could definitely trust you. You had gone to extremes to keep it a secret, there had been several times when it was so close to being revealed but you did one thing or other to safeguard your beloved boyfriend’s clandestine.

But this once, caught up in the happiness of the situation, and the feeling of being in Harry’s arms, you hadn’t even noticed the words tumbling out of your mouth. As soon as the words escaped you, the two of you immediately halted to a stop. Harry’s arm tightened around your waist warningly, to the point where it almost hurt. The interviewer was as shocked as could be, and continued on trying to dig out more details from either of you.

You tried to make it better, you really did, but the damage had been done.

Harry hurriedly excused you two from the press and continued walking towards the main hall. You knew he was mad, the tense way his shoulders were situated, was an obvious sign of that.

Once reality settled in, you felt like you could cry. You had revealed his secret, broken his trust. He had confided in you and trusted you to not tell a soul about something that he didn’t yet want to share.

However, before you could let out a word, Harry was whisked away by his manager, and you had been left alone to fend for yourself. Usually, Harry would be the one to hold your hand tightly and pull you along with him, but you knew that after this, the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near you.

You were soon given company by Gigi, Eleanor and Cheryl. All of the boys were there to support Harry, and you felt horrible that you had messed up the night for him. You felt your heart ache when you saw that Harry had opted to take the seat farthest away from you at the dinner table. The night passed on with you barely touching your food and trying your best to be as social as you could in the given circumstances.

Harry was nowhere to be seen, probably he had gone somewhere with his friends, and Eleanor and Cheryl had went off to mingle with their own boyfriends, while Gigi had stayed with you. She claimed that she wanted your advice on some show that she was preparing for, but you knew that she felt bad for you. She knew what had happened, and didn’t want for you to be alone.

While you were grateful for the company that she provided, you hadn’t failed to notice Harry’s absence throughout the night. You knew that he was upset with you, but you didn’t think that he would actually ignore you the whole night through. As it was nearing midnight and Gigi was going on about her upcoming Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, a text message from Harry interrupted the both of you. Hope sprang through you as you looked down at your phone, but it was quick to die down as soon as you read the cold words that had been sent to you.

“We’re leaving.”

As you looked up, you saw Harry’s manager waving to you to come to the front door. You informed Gigi, who stood up with you.

“We’ll be leaving soon too. Just need to say goodbye to some people before we’re on our way.”

“Okay, thank you so much for today. I’ll see you soon.”

“Anytime, babe. I’m sure Harry will cool off soon. Just give him some time and space, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” She said, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

“Yeah, thank you, Gigi. I love you.”

The both of you hugged goodbye before you hurried off to where Harry’s manager was standing. She informed you that Harry was already in the car. Your heart sank a little, realizing that he was still mad. You hadn’t expected him to just forget about the whole thing, but you were hoping that his mood would be uplifted after spending some time with his friends.

Nonetheless, you knew that you had made a mistake and that you would have to pay the consequences now.

As you walked outside, you noticed the drizzle going on. It wasn’t much, but the dark clouds in the night sky made it obvious that it wasn’t long before it would start raining heavily. You opened the car door, and skid into the passenger seat. Harry already had the car started, and before you had time to buckle up your seat belt, he scurried off without a word. The tires of the car produced a sharp screech due to the force of the sudden turn.

You didn’t say anything, only adjusting yourself in your seat.

Harry continued driving towards the house that the both of you shared. But you couldn’t help but notice the death grip he had on the steering wheel. After a while, the awkward tension became too much and you felt like you were going to choke. You decided to face the consequences of your mistake as soon as possible, since procrastinating was clearly going to get you nowhere.

“Harry, I really am sorry about what happened-” You started, before he cut you off.

“Don’t Y/N, just don’t.”

He sounded so angry, unlike you had ever heard before. You had heard from a lot of people that Harry was the worst when angry. Though you had yet to encounter a seriously mad Harry, since he always made sure to control his temper around you.

It had started to rain harder outside, with heavy raindrops falling down on the wind screen. His knuckles had begun to turn whiter due to his extremely tight grip on the steering wheel. His face was set in a mad frown that was deadly to even look at.

“Harry, I promise that this wasn’t my intension. I was only answering their question and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry won’t cut it. I trusted you with my secret and you totally ruined it. I’m never telling you anything again. Now shut your mouth before I decide to kick you out of the car right now.”

This was so unlike him, the Harry that you knew would never, ever speak to you like how he just did.

Harry was known to be one of the most respectful people out there, and he had proved himself to you as a gentleman several times. Always treating you with intense care, feeding you chocolates during your period, opening the doors for you anywhere you went; he did everything to make sure that you were happy with him.

“Harry, please try to under-” Your sentence was left unfinished as the car halted to a stop.

“Get out.” He commanded.

“What?” Your voice was timid, compared to his. You had absolutely no idea about what Harry could do in his rage of anger, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to find out.

“Get out of the fucking car, Y/N. Or so help me I’ll do it myself.”

“Harry, it’s almost midnight and it’s raining so hard outside. Please don’t do this. I said I’m sorry.” You practically begged.

He wasn’t having any of it, though. In the blink of an eye, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He threw open your side of the door and grabbed your wrists. You tried to resist his grip, and he almost threw you to the ground. Your ankle twisted due to the heels you were wearing, and a painful yelp came out of your mouth. You were lying there in pain, with a ruined dress, spoiled make-up and sore wrists.

You tried to refrain him one last time.

“Harry, please stop.”

He shrugged off your hold on his wrist and went over to the driver’s side. He proceeded to sit in and drive away, leaving you a crying and broken mess in the middle of the road with darkness surrounding you and rain water pouring down on you heavily.

To some outsider, it may have looked like a scene freshly out of some movie. To you though, it was like your world had been torn apart. Yes, you had made a mistake, a horrible one at that. Harry had trusted you with one of his most sacred secrets and as his significant other, it was your duty to protect it at all costs. However, you had gotten caught up in the blissful moment and gone ahead and done the exact opposite.

In spite of that, you didn’t think that you deserved to be thrown out so harshly; in the middle of the night with strangers lurking around and rain falling hard on you.

Yes, you had broken his trust and knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to gain it back, but he had done the exact same thing, maybe worse. Your boyfriend, the very guy who was supposed to keep you safe and protect you from all the harm in the world, was himself the guy who had thrown you out in the streets, with absolutely no concern of what could happen to you.

And as you sat broken in the right middle of the street, with black tears staining your face and wet hair matted to your forehead, dress ripped and ankle twisted, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever be alright between you two again.

anonymous asked:

Wishing I was spending my afternoon cuddling with Peter and watching Disney movies in a pillow fort. Cute nicknames and maybe a make out session would be lovely, sorry if that's too much but thank you for taking the time to either do this or read it. 💙

a/n: you are soo sweet! im sorry if this wasn’t what you were expecting but I can’t even contact you bc anon but if you read this i really hope you like it

Originally posted by hamilll

Masterlist

You sighed deeply, he was late again. Your fingers ceased their tapping on the table, getting up before leaving to go to your room. You and Peter were supposed to go out for ice cream and a movie. Usually, you wouldn’t get upset or frustrated with him because you knew he had a lot going on in his life but this was the third time he has done this. You checked your phone, reading the last text message he sent you.

Be there in a few x

That was over two hours ago. You closed the door to your room, dropping your head against the door frame.

“Peter..” You mumbled in disappointment.

“Yes?” You jumped up, grabbing the nearest object before turning around and aiming at the person who scared you. Spider-man himself was standing in your room, both of his hands up in surrender. You watched as a muscled arm reached behind his head to pull the mask off. You watched as your boyfriend’s hair bounced slightly from his actions. You lowered your arms, waiting for him to say something.

“Were you really going to defend yourself with a lamp?” He attempted at a joke. You frowned further, setting the lamp back in it’s rightful place.

“Are you really going to start sassing me after having me wait two hours for you?” You crossed your arms, hip jutting out slightly. An eyebrow raised and a frown etched into your features you watched Peter fumble for words. You felt your shoulders slump a little.

“I’m sorry I was late. I was driving over here to come and pick you up for our date when I heard the sirens in a distance and gunshots and I know both you and Stark tell me to stay out of it and I really did want to, trust me Y/N I really wanted to but I just couldn’t bring myself to ignore people’s cries. i went to go text you but my phone died.” You watched as he reached for his phone in a pocket of his backpack. His fingers held down the power button before showing it to you. A picture of an empty battery popped on the screen for a few seconds before becoming pitch black again. You sighed, shaking your head.

“I don’t blame you for doing that Peter, and I know I shouldn’t be mad but-”

“You have every right to be mad at me. But I did stop at a few stores to make it up to you.” Peter motioned for you to sit at the foot of your bed. You contemplated your options. You didn’t want to be mad at him for helping other people but if he really wanted to be with you, he was going to have to make some sort of sacrifice. There are cops for a reason and you are pretty sure that they would have done their job. You don’t know if it was the exhaustion or the fact that he had a bruise by his cheek that you love to kiss so much but you decided to see what he had planned. He leaned over and kissed your forehead, whispering ‘thank you’. Whether he was thanking you for sitting down and giving him a chance or for not kicking him out would be left a mystery to you. He turned his attention to his backpack, ruffling the clothes and loose papers in there.

“Don’t you think that if someone sees Spider-man with the same backpack as you it wouldn’t raise some questions?” You asked, trying to see over his shoulder as he reached almost elbow deep into the backpack.

“No, a lot of people these days have black backpacks, if anything people can narrow it down to a high school student and even then it’s too broad.”

“Not every teen has a “Stark Industries” patch on theirs though…or a captain america patch either. I think it’s a little obvious.” You retorted. Peter finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out three things from the bag. Your eyes focused on the objects held in his hand. “The Tonight Dough” (your favorite Ben and Jerry’s ice cream flavor), with another flavor balanced on top, and in the other hand he had small stack of Disney movies. You smiled when you saw the ice cream, immediately going for a pint. You went to open the lid until you realised that there were no spoons. You were about to ask if he had brought any by any chance until your eyes landed on him. He had two spoons held in his mouth.

“Surprise.” He mumbled through them. You laughed a little, admiring how cute he was and how he never failed to make you smile. You grabbed the spoons from his mouth before rising to your knees, leaning over, and planting a kiss on his lips. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, scooting up the bed further. You heard a small thump on the floor before feeling his cold, glove-covered hand on your hips, indicating that he had probably dropped the other ice cream. His hand guided you over his lap, lips not daring to detach from yours. You moved your left hand to remove the movies from his hands before moving his hand to your hips. Peter leaned back until you were both lying on the bed. You swiped your tongue on the bottom of his lip, wanting to explore his mouth. His stomach rumbled, causing him to chuckle before pushing your head back with his lips and dropping his head back on the bed. You pouted a little, eyes glazing over his red and plump lips. He didn’t move either of you, using his web shooters to grab the other ice cream from the floor. You grabbed your mini tub and the spoons, handing Peter one.

“What movie do you want to watch?” He asked, grabbing a few of the movies. He shuffled through the movies, naming each one until you picked one.

“Didn’t we watch that last weekend?”

“Well we can watch it again. The Little Mermaid never gets too old, Parker. Besides you don’t know half the songs so you can’t say anything.” You got up from the bed, putting on the movie in while Peter plugged his phone in. Peter half-sat half-jumped on the bed before outstretching his arm. You grabbed your spoon and ice cream before snuggling up to his side.

Throughout the movie you and Peter continued to silently eat your ice cream, occasionally sharing with each other. You both had eventually finished the ice creams and opted to cuddle instead. You were slightly dozing off, missing some chunks of the movie at a time.

“You still up, babe?” You heard Peter mumble, the sleep evident in his voice.

“Mhm…” You replied, turning towards him. He had taken his suit off at some point during the night, finding some sweats and a t-shirt of his (which shouldn’t of been hard because you keep some of his spare clothes in your room in case anything happens where Spider-man is needed) before coming back to bed with you. You snuggled closer to him, wrapping an arm around his torso. You looked up at him, studying his features. Your eyes traveled to the same bruise you saw on his cheek earlier in the evening. You raised your hand up to his face, your fingers gingerly tracing the edges of it, scared that even the slightest pressure might cause him pain.

“Flash.” He breathed. Your eyes focused on his. He had dark circles under his eyes, his lips set into a frown and you weren’t sure if it was from his tiredness or from the memory of Flash.

“Peter you shouldn’t let him do that to you. You can defend yourself.” His gaze dropped from yours, only nodding in response. You stretched your neck slightly, pressing a gentle kiss on the bruise that had formed. He turned his head, pressing a kiss to your lips once more. He pulled you closer, before turning his head and reaching for the nightstand, turning the light off. You closed your eyes, resting your head on his chest. You listened to his heartbeat, finding it somewhat like a lullaby. His breathing was gentle, the light rocking of the rise and fall of his chest added a nice rhythm. You yawned, planting a kiss on his chest.

“Goodnight, I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too.”

Send To All - Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Prompt: There’s this comedian called Michael Mcintyre who has a chat show and sometimes plays this game called “send to all” where he takes the guests phone and sends a mass text out then reads the replies out. It’s on you tube and hilarious but anyway i was wondering if you could do something where the reader is an actress on the show and agrees to play and he sends out a flirty text or something like that and she gets a few funny replies from Evans, Fassbender, Macavoy, Cumberbatch and TOM HIDDLESTON
Note: Okay so I went a bit mad with this one and did make a few adjustments, however 99% of it is what was asked for. This one is for the lovely @dohegotthesuperbooty - I’m sorry it took so long (I’m really behind!!) - for anyone who is interested, the video behind this idea can be found here.

Originally posted by letlovebyourenergy


You were stood at the side of the stage awaiting your cue; it was your turn to appear on several British chat shows to promote your new film. You were staring in a new rom-com opposite Tom Hiddleston; the two of you had become very close over the last course of shooting the film, a fact that had purposely been left out of the media.

The show you were appearing on was that of comedian Michael McIntyre. All you could think about was his infamous game of ‘Send to All’. The producers had prepared you for the game; however it was up to the host as to whether or not you would be playing.

From centre stage, you heard Michael call your name. You began to walk over, the crowd went wild. Walking over to your seat, you waved to the audience. Once you reached the spot where Michael was stood, he gave you a friendly hug and welcomed you to the show. The two of you took your seats. Once the crowd had quietened down, he welcomed you to the show once again.
“So, welcome to the show!” He smiled.
“Thank you!” You said with a smile, “Thanks for having me, I’m a big fan of the show but I never thought I’d be sat here!” You exclaimed.

The interview was going extremely well, you were laughing and joking with both the audience and the host. Then he said those words you really didn’t want to hear.
“So we have a bit of a tradition on this show.” Michael began to laugh; everyone knew what he was going to say. “I like to play a lovely little game called ‘Send to All’ with my guests, are you up for a go?”
You started to think, what options did you have? If you were to say no… well, you’d only be forced to play to prove you had nothing to hide.
“Sure!” You said, a little too enthusiastically.
“Excellent!” Michael matched your tone. “The rules are simple, I’m going to come up with a message to send to all of the contacts in your phone and we’re going to leave it over the course of the show and then see who replies!”
“Great, can you just not send it to my mum” you laughed, as did everyone else in the studio.

“Okay, I think I’ve come up with the perfect message” Michael grinned.
“Oh no” you joked as you handed over your phone.
“Here goes…” Michael typed each word as he said it. “Hey, it… feels… like we haven’t seen… each other… in such a long time…” Michael stopped typing and looked over to you, he was giggling at the message he was typing. You on the other hand were using your laughter to disguise how red your face had become. “Why don’t we…” he continued to type “meet up… for a drink… or two?” Michael turned to you once again, “Do you use emoticons?” he asked.
“Probably too much” you responded.
“Excellent, how about little kisses?” he asked.
“Yeah, I guess, just one though. And always lowercase!” you added.
“In that case, I’ll add a little winking face and a kiss!” He looked up and addressed the audience. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have our text message!” The audience cheered. “Okay, here’s the message…” he paused and cleared his throat, “Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]” he laughed, as did the audience. You began to laugh but at the same time you were slowly bringing your hands up to your face to once again, cover up how red it was. “What do you think, shall we send to all?!” He asked the audience. They went wild. “It’s gone, sent!” Michael turned back around and walked to his seat to continue your interview.

You spent the rest of the interview trying not to think about the messages currently coming through to your phone. You had just about removed the thought from your mind when Michael said “Right, well there’s just one last piece of business we need to discuss before I let you go.” He paused while the audience reacted. “Let’s read out some of the replies to the text we sent from your phone shall we? Okay so the message we sent read ‘Hey, it feels like we haven’t seen each other in such a long time. Why don’t we meet up for a drink or two [question mark] [winking face] [kiss]’. Wow, okay so you’ve got a fair few replies here!” The audience cheered.
“Better than getting none I suppose” you joked.
“Right, first up we have Chris Evans ladies and gentlemen! Wait, is this Captain America Chris Evans or BBC Radio DJ Chris Evans?” he asked you.
“I don’t think I should answer that until you’ve read the reply,” you laughed “no it’s Captain America Chris Evans” you smiled.
“Well Chris replied with ‘Dude, we aren’t even in the same country right now! Count me in for next time though, we’ll all go out’ how nice is that! But what does he mean by ‘all’?
“Yeah, he’s a good egg!” you smiled, “I’m guessing he just means getting the old gang back together”
“Okay next up is… it looks like you’ve got the number of everyone who’s ever been in a Marvel film here!” the two of you laughed as he continued to look for the next reply. “I think we will go for this one next, James McAvoy.”
“Oh no!” you exclaimed as you brought your hands to your face, “This is going to be a bad one isn’t it!”  
“That depends what it means! It says ‘Are ye sure pal? You know what happened last time!’ then there’s one of those laughing and crying faces. What happened last time?” He questioned you.
You tried to contain the laughter, “nothing, nothing happened last time – at least nothing that you’re all probably thinking anyway! All that happened was a few of us had gone out and had far too much to drink, we all got a taxi and when it was my stop James helped me out of the taxi and then after insisting I was fine… I fell up the steps.” The audience and Michael laughed at your story, you chuckled, after all it had been quite funny.

“Wonderful, we have time for just a few more! Who’s next? ‘Benny C’ is that who I think it is?” you nodded in response. “We have to read this one! It says ‘Sorry not tonight, I’ve got my hands full. However you can both count me in next time!’ At least he’s up for the next time, but what does he mean by both?” he questioned you.
“Well a fair few people know I’m here tonight, he probably just knows it was you” you smiled.
“Hmm,” Michael looked as you quizzically.
“He is Sherlock Holmes after all,” you added “all that detective knowledge has to have rubbed off”
Michael agreed with you and moved on, “Okay, this is the last one now, let’s go for the man himself, your co-star Mr Tom Hiddleston ladies and gentlemen!” The audience cheered, some more excited than others as you heard several women let out high pitched screams.
Your face turned the brightest shade of red possible; you could only hope that he hadn’t said anything that would give the two of you away.
“Let’s see what he has to say shall we,” Michael cleared his throat, “’Darling, we spent six months together making a film and I’ve seen you every night since we got home. Shall I come and pick you up? x T’” Michael took a moment for everyone to process the message he had just read. “Well, well, well! It looks like you were hiding something after all. Anything you want to say?” He asked.
“No, not really” you responded, you could feel yourself getting warmer. You were debating whether or not to address it, although Tom had practically already made that decision for you and left you without a choice. In the end, you decided it was best to talk. “When you shoot a romantic film you spend a lot of time with your co-star and about sixty percent of that time you’re in quite an intimate position.” The redness was starting to disappear from your face, replaced only by a smile that suggested you were happily in love.

“Well ladies and gentlemen, it looks like the show is ending on a lovely note! Thank you to all of tonight’s guests and I’ll see you next week!”

“Carnations” (Epilogue)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?

we’re officially at the end of the mini-series! there’s an extended a/n and q&a section at the end of this chapter. thank you showering this story with your love!

“Carnations” (Masterlist)

 “Something’s bothering you.”

“Nothing’s bothering me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m pretty sure.”

Your boyfriend sets down his lemonade glass and leans in, his face so close that you can smell his beverage’s sweetness linger on his lips. His eyes search your face in a hawkish manner as he says, “Meh, I don’t think so. Something is definitely bothering you.  What’s going on?”

A shrug pulls your shoulders up and down. “Nothing. I’m peachy,” you fib.

“Right, and I’m the Queen of England. Come on, doll. This is me you’re talking to.”

You stare hard at the brunette sitting across from you, his cheeky smile practically challenging you to disagree with him. If dating Bucky has taught you anything, it’s that there’s no point in attempting to lie because he knows you way too well. You’re not the only one well-versed in someone’s tells, and Bucky likes to point that out every so often.

He knows he’s on the money with his observation. Cheekiness changing into gentle concern, Bucky takes your hand in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “What’s going on in that beautiful brain of yours?” he repeats.

Keep reading

Snapchat Mishaps {Pt.5}

Warnings: This ones very dirty guys, you’re welcome 😈. VEY VERY  NSFW gifs , FINALLY S M U T ,angst , Bucky Barnes x Reader (ft Johnny Storm 😉)

{ Snapchat Mishap Masterlist}             MasterList!


“ miss, I suggest you wake up. I’m required to remind you that you have work in 20 minutes” the blinds over your windows begins rising , letting your room flood with blinding light.

Fucking FRIDAY .

“ I’m up I’m up.”

You went right to your room after you left buckys floor last night. It took you a while , but you finally fell asleep . Work is the last thing you want right now , but you know You have a shit ton of medical records to type out and things to organize .


You are ready in 15, and on the elevator soon after . Finally the elevator opens on the med floor , and the silence is oddly soothing .

Your day passes quickly , before you know it it’s 5pm .

“ Mr Stark would like me to inform you that he is holding a small get together tonight at 7 and he’d like you to attend. He said ’ nothing fancy , just wear something to outline your-‘l

” I get the point FRIDAY.“ you cut her off before she can finish relaying Tony’s message about your ass. Real  classy Stark.

Originally posted by chaosofhearts


It doesn’t take long to finish your work, so you have plenty of time to get ready . You decide on wearing a black shirt dress, that clings to the shape of your curves and has a cross cross cut out around your middle , along with a low neckline . Overall, you feel sexy as hell. Your hair is down is loose natural waves, and you applied light makeup . You’re ready at 6:45 , and decide to head to the “party level ” early . Your nerves begin acting up when you think about having to face Bucky tonight. He didn’t try to contact me all day , so why the hell should I care ? He can do whatever he wants , and I can whatever I want . The elevators open , to the hall, revealing an unfamiliar group of 4 and you realize it’s the fantastic Four ; the other heroes of new York . The man with his back to you turns , a dazzling smile forming when he sees you .

Originally posted by this-is-what-makes-us-fandoms

I want to do him, oh man, do I want to do him .

“ well hello gorgeous.”
The woman across from him smacks the back of his head .

“ I’m sorry about my brother , I’m sue Richards , this is my husband reed , our friend Ben, and the one with no manners is my brother Johnny storm.” Playboy Johnny storm , his could be fun.

“ it’s a pleasure to meet all of you, thank you for what you’ve done to save this city , and the world .” They all blush at you, including Johnny.

“ well you know , I could think of another way to say thank you.” Johnny say with a mischievous glimmer in his eyes . His sister groans at his remark but you laugh

“ that’s a shame Johnny,” you walk past him , stopping to call over your shoulder ,“ because I think of a lot more ways than one .” You wink and continue heading into the official party area.

Originally posted by cybertronicvagrant

You spent most of the night near wanda and Natasha, bucky finally arrived with Steve a little later , his girl from last night no where insight. You fee his eyes on you as him as they both approach the three of you , after a quick hello you excuse yourself to go to the bar, you suddenly feel the urge for tequila getting louder .

You feel a hand on your lower back as you wait for the bartender , and you pray it’s not buckys .

“ what’s got a beautiful lady like you drinking tequila alone ?” Johnny , thank fucking god . You turn around , he’s so close that your chests are nearly touching .

“ do I need a reason for tequila?”

“ no, but your shoulders tensed and dropped in relief when you saw it was me , who are you avoiding babe?”

“ you never hear about how observant Johnny storm is , only how much of a playboy.”

“ I’m waiting for an answer .”
You look over his shoulder , locking eyes with a very aggravated Bucky Barnes . What the hell does he look so pissed - oh . Oh ! What a fucking - fuck it . I’m doing this.

You lean up to whisper in his ear, “Johnny I need a favor , feel free to say no. But I really wanna piss someone off.”

“ anything for you , I’m sure he deserves it.”

“ how do you-”

“ Like you said , observing is  my thing, and frostbite hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you walked to the bar .”

“ you’re pretty damn good mr.Storm”
“ oh baby you have no idea.” His arms wrap around your waist , both of you are devilishly smiling .

Johnny pulls you to the dance floor of people grinding against each other . You turn your body so your back is to his chest, your ass pressing against his already hardening bulge .

“ excited ?” You ask over you shoulder , he responds with a light kiss to your neck . You behind moving together , following the beat . 5 songs later and you’re way too turned on from dancing with Johnny and need air , you part with a quick kiss to his cheek then duck out to the balcony , sighing as soon as the breeze hits you.

Looking over the city is so calming , the lights are mesmerizing. So much in fact , you didn’t hear the door open & close behind you .

“ y/n” you jump at the sound , not realizing someone else joined you, and of course it’s bucky. You don’t turn , just grip on tighter to the ledge infront of you , how fucking great.

“ Barnes .”

“ you look nice tonight.” He is directly behind you now, close enough you can feel his breath on your neck . Are you fucking kidding me ?

You don’t reply , the anger building up inside you is threatening to spill out but you don’t want to give him the satisfied knowing the affect seeing him and the girl lady had on you.

“ you didn’t snap me today doll.” That’s it .

“ I didn’t snap y- you are something else Bucky Barnes .” You turn , glaring daggers into the deep blue eyes looking back at you .bucky just smirks ,

Originally posted by winter-barnes

“ I knew that would get you to speak.”
Bastard .

“ let me ex-”
“ why would you need to explain bucky? I shouldn’t of came to your floor , what you do isn’t my business, nor do I care . ”
Go me . self-five .

His face drops at your words , but he doesn’t drop it
“ I was stressed from the mission and I need to - listen I didn’t sleep with her . I sent her packin after I saw you. ”

“ well that was dumb. ”

“ why- I know your mad y/n. No need to hide it . ”

“ .im not your mother and I’m certainly not your girl friend so why would I be mad? we all have needs. “ you snap .

He’s silent , you take the chance to move away and back to the party but his voice stops you

” so what ? You’re going back to dancing with storm now? “
You laugh , ” is someone jealous ?“ When he doesn’t respond you walk back to him , placing your hand on his chest .

” are you jealous that he’s the one that’s going to have my ass grinding against him Buck? That he’s the one I’m going to be kissing tonight when we leave the party , the one whose dick im going to wrap my lips around ? That you’re not the one that’s going to be fucking me until I can’t walk? “
After a moment of him glaring into your eyes , you laugh , ” because it could of been you. But I’m sure you have someone else you can call again tonight , don’t you ?“ You spit , you go to remove your hand from his chest but his flies up to grasp onto it , holding you to him.

” I didn’t think -“

” doesn’t matter , it was just a game Bucky right? That’s all it was .“ Sadness clear in your voice , but oh well. His face drops , his eyes going to the ground at your words. 

Originally posted by munirakhairuddin

You rip your hand from his, and storm back into the party . Thoughts flying through your head at what feels like a 100 mph, the night you spent talking with him , all the snaps , the kisses ; it’s all too much . Fuck it was just suppose to be a game , I wasn’t suppose to feel anything for that dickbag!

” hey woah, you okay?“ you look up to see Johnnys concerned eyes .

” uh- yeah I just- tequila .“ You sigh out , and he nods , taking your hand and leading you to the bar .


Buckys POV

fucking hell. I never would of thought I could be this dumb , she’s never going to - FUCK.  I should of told her how I felt first.  Those should of been the first fucking words out of my mouth. But would this of ended any different?  it would of killed me if she still walked away after I told her. But now she just thinks- FUCK. 
Why the fuck is she even bothering with storm , he’s a man whore . What are thy even laughing about ? How much tequila does she think she can drink ?!

I don’t blame her , how could I ? I should of called her not - Lisa? Whatever that chicks name was . But whatever this is - was - between me and y/n is just too - I didn’t think I’d catch feelings. But she’s just so- y/n . I don’t even have words to describe how wonderful she is , I’ve always know though . Being an ass to her was just so much easier than giving into being close with her before . But after the other night , after everything we talked about , the kisses , fuck her lips are so perfect , almost like they were made for mine, I can’t help but give in. I learned so much about her , we moved so far into friendship in just one night. I’m an idiot .

Steve told me I shouldn’t of pushed her away , but what else was I suppose to do? She was the only thing on my mind during that mission , and the first thing back on my mind after I shook out soldier mode on the way home . That mission- I don’t even know- I lost myself for a minute . All I could think about is what if that happens when I’m with her ? What if I hurt her ? I didn’t think she was as in deep as I was , didn’t think she’d care about the other girl . I was almost praying she only saw this as truly a game between us , so atleast one of us had a little bit of hold on reality. But when I saw her eyes in the elevator , the way they glossed over with Unshed tears
; I lost it.

It wasn’t a game anymore , it wasn’t just about who could get the other to cave for Sex first , although I do want to fuck her 7 ways from Sunday . It only took one night, one night of her sleeping next to me, for me to realize I needed that every night . I let my fear of hurting her physically, hurt her emotionally. And now I have to sit and watch her all over this fucking prick . I wanted to drop kick him off the side of the building the minute I saw him go up to her .

What are they - where are they going ?!


Y/n’s pov

 You know its the tequila vision, but right now all you can think of is banging Johnny storm, and how much you hate bucky right now.  One a scale of 1-10, you’re a solid 5.5. You lean in closer to johnny , your lips grazing his ear,

” What do you say we get outta here ?“

 He doesn’t verbally respond, instead his lips go to yours, in a quick, but hot kiss.  He grabs your hand and all but sprints to the elevators.  He didn’t even hit the button before pressing you against the wall next to the doors . You moan when his lips land on yours, before you can even  make another move his body is off you .

” What the hell!“ johnny snaps, you open your eyes to a very flustered Johnny and pissed Bucky. you’ve got to be kidding me.

” You have 5 seconds to get out of my sight, that’s the only warning I’m giving you storm .“ Bucky barks, making your eyes go wide. Holy hell, ive never seen him this mad. Johnny looks to you , and you slowly nod, not wanting to cause an even bigger issue to pull anyone from the parties attention to the hall .  confusion rolls over you as johnny smirks and sends you a wink, did he- did he want this to happen? wtf.

Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

” Bucky what the fuck do you think youre doing !“ you growl, ” I didn’t fucking chase that girl away last night , so what were you thinking !“

He stalks forward, caging you between his body and the wall  until his face is an inch away from yours,

” Storm is a man whore.“

” and youre not?“ you snap ” its not like I wanted to marry the guy, Christ. “

” You just wanted to fuck him ? “

” Obviously !“

” You’ve got a replacement right infront of you doll. I’m all yours. “  is he caving?

Almost like he read your mind Bucky dips down to connect your lips in a desperate kiss, his tongue immediately finding its way against yours as he gains dominance. When he pulls away your gasping for air,

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

” I’m done with this game, I want you and I want you now doll.“ his voice is full of lust, and super commanding , nearly making you fall to  a puddle infront of him .

All this is , is a fuck for both of us . He doesn’t want it to be more , and I don’t either . I’m not letting it be anymore. its a tequila induced fuck. No feelings , just sex.

 The elevator ride to his floor was silent, only thing to be heard is your breathing.  The minute you’re off the elevator, he’s got his hands on you . He pushes you against the nearest walll, his lips meeting yours in another needy kiss . His hands are roaming down your body until they land on your thigh, and he lifts you up. Your legs instantly wrap around his waist while your hands tangle in his hair, your lips still moving with his . Your dress is bunched at your waist now, letting his bulge rub against your covered core , the friction making you moan into his mouth . He moves you again , and you feel the cold granite of his kitchen counter under you .

” bucky please -“ His eyes are completely Lust blown as he takes in your plea . His hands move to your core , slipping under your panties and diving right into your slippery folds

” fuck y/n,“ he enters one, the then two finger into your pussy, starting a relentless pace . Moans rip through you at the feeling, and your hips start grinding down on his fingers . ” that’s it doll, fuck yourself on my fingers .“ And you do , you bounce yourself as much as you can on his fingers until your orgasm washes over you. You dig your fingers into his forearms as you slowly rock yourself through your orgasm.

” I don’t think you know how hot that was . Holy fuck.“ He breathes out before gently kissing you . You smirk at him as he removes his fingers, sticking them in his mouth with a groan. Fuck why is that so hot ? You gasp as he rips open the front of your dress, anger flashes through you for a moment before its  replaced with pure pleasure. His mouth nips down your chest, his tongue popping out to swirl around your hardened nipple. 

Your back arches, pushing yourself further into his warm mouth and you nearly cum from the feeling of him sucking your nipple . He alternates between your breasts, driving you crazier everytime he sucks them . You finally find the strength to shove him off of you , sending him a grin as you do .  

You slide off the counter and to your knees, going right for the button on his pants . You pop the bottom off, drag the zipper down and then pull his pants and boxers until they hit the floor and kicks them off . His cock looks painfully hard ,his top is leaking pre cum and your mouth starts watering at the sight . You lean up , capturing the tip in your mouth , you tongue swiping over the precum . You moan out at the saltiness, but your addicted to taste right away . You take more of him in your mouth , swirling your tongue around him as you start bobbing your head .

” shit - your mouth feels - “ he lets out a moan when your hand finds his balls .

” doll- sto-stop , I’m not cuming until I’m fucking buried in your pussy.“ You back off with a wet pop , standing up then leaning to kiss him .

” then what are you waiting for , sergeant ?“ That did it , his eyes snap to yours and another growl escapes him, making you even wetter , fucking hell . He lifts you again , taking you to his room . Once your feet hit the floor youre ripping at his shirt, buttons flying everywhere  .

 He removes your ruined dress from you , biting his lip as he looks over your body , only thing covering you is your black lace thong; and he takes care of that real quick.  He gently shoves you back, watching your chest bounce as you fall to his bed. He slowly tucks his fingers under the waist of your thong and pulls it down your legs before tossing it over his shoulder. You let your legs fall open, watching as he looks at your dripping pussy with hungry eyes.

” So fucking perfect Doll.“ he leans down , his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss that has your head spinning . He pulls away , sneaking his hands underneath your body , and flipping the two of you so youre straddling him . He smacks your ass, making you arch forward as you whimper.

” Up here baby ,“ you raise your eyebrow in confusion until you finally realize what he means .  You scoot yourself up, placing a leg on each side of his head and slowly lowering yourself down until you feel his lips on your slit.

” Oooh fuck!“ he dives right in , sucking and licking at your folds so hard you can barely keep yourself up right . His hands come down on your thighs, squeezing them roughly as he begins moving you back and forth over his face.  you take the hint and follow his lead,  hesitantly rocking yourself against him . His hands move you faster though , to the point that you are fucking yourself on his face. one hand disappears from your hips, and you feel one of his fingers enter you as he sucks harshly on your clit.

” Bucky ! “the last suck did you in, the knot in your stomach snapping harder than ever before . You feel yourself cuming , you can feel it dripping out of you into is mouth and the thought reignites the fire in your core.  Bucky gently lifts you and slides you back down to his lap  , and you get a good look of his glistening face. Holy fuck, I just fucked bucky barnes face.  fuck yes.  You pull him in for a kiss, sighing at the taste of yourself on his tongue . You suck on his tongue before moving away from him , and a low moan leaves his lips.

” Doll I cant wait any longer .“ he flips you once again, once hes over you his hand grabs ahold of his cock and he slowly pushes himself in . You know hes trying to be considerate and give you a minute to adjust, but you cant wait . The way he fills you already has you addicted , the pain only lasts a few seconds before you bucking your hips up . He starts thrusting slowly, and you let out a growl,

” Harder !“  you cry out , and he complies, snapping his hips into your rougher . His pace is animalistic, he manages to hit your g spot with every thrust making it so much better. The moans leaving your lips are ridiculously obscene, youre pretty sure theyd be in a porn video .

” Fuck doll I’m -“

You groan , not ready for this to be over . You use all your strength to switch your positions so youre on top of him now .

” Hold on , Sergeant. “ your steady yourself with your hands on his chest, and begin bouncing on his dick , the new angle making your pussy clench even tighter around him.

” holy hell Y/n, I can feel you gripping me so fucking good. C'mon baby .“ his fingers move to your clit , starting to rub it hard . You pick up your pace, crying out from all the sparks your feeling throughout your body . Bucky sits up, his mouth enveloping one of your nipples while he grabs at the other one . 

He moves off your chest after a few minutes, his arms wrapping around your waist now to press his chest against yours as he starts thrusting up into your heat as you slam down onto him .
” C'mon doll, cum all over my cock . I want to feel you-“

you whimper out his name , your orgasm ripping through you almost painfully. White spots invade your vision, and you hear bucky moan out your name as his orgasm follows . You feeling him slowly thrusting still, pulling you both through your finishes as he shoots ropes of cum into you . The feeling of him finishing in you triggers another smaller orgasm , then your body gives out, crashing against his. You’ve never cam that hard, and it was an earth shattering feeling, one that youre already craving again. 

 You lift yourself off of him, flopping to your back beside him on the bed.

” Holy - that was - wow.“ he says , both of you gasping for air .   You turn your head to the side, finding Bucky already looking at you .  Flashes from the other night in his room play in your mind, and you quickly come crashing back into reality  . This was just- it was nothing to him. So its nothing to me then too.

” Youre beautiful, you know that?“ Shut up , please shut up . He almost sounds sincere, but that just must be how he gets all the girls

You send him a smile, afraid to even say anything back to him .  He rolls out of bed & walks to his bathroom, returning with a wet cloth . He gently cleans you up, sending shivers down your spine when the cloth goes over your sensitive clit.   He goes back into his bathroom to drop the dirty cloth into his hamper, when he does you jump out of his bed, grab the first shirt you see and your panties . You quickly cover yourself, and head right for the door . Right as the door opens he stops you ,

” why- you’re not staying ?“ his voice was quiet and laced with confusion .  Pull it together , you know what’s about to leave your lips is going to hurt ; but it’ll hurt a lot less now , than it would if you stayed and slept beside him, if you woke up in his arms knowing it was just another night to him . You don’t bother turning around when you reply ,

” fuck no.”

Originally posted by fragileheartxxx

 - @curlycals  @dacianamusik23 @ladyrenegade  @beautifulbrookie1013 @crazybutconfidentaf @relatable-quote @acunningstargazer @zuni21798 @38leticia @glittercoveredsouls @wingeddefendorkoala @slightlyexpiredyogurt @vaisabu @buckymorelikefuckmebarnes @captainsherlockwinchester110283

@sanjariti @8181pjh @courtneychicken @debzybrazy @life-what-life-i-dont-have-one

@hollycornish   @red-writer13  @chloeaacole   @wildestdreamsrps @stucked82 @cate-lynne  @netherqueen23 @film-it-fuck-it-live-it–abigail @omgpandagirl14 @barnesandnoble13  @hillrich @katykyll @smadrat     @agentmstark  @prostheticsoldier @frickin-bats @maygenjayne1 @thischickrocks8245 @xuaniexuan  @ohlookitsabi @its-not-a-phase-hux @midtownsciencenerd  @elaacreditava @sammnipple @sophiiev @aknerdchick @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @skeletoresinthebasement

@kaitlynthehuman @mrssierrarogers 

 @colette2537

 @buckys-shield @stuff-from-biomed-life @retroasguardian @marvelandwinchesters927 @baskinrobinsalwaysfindsout @widowbite-legit @elyza-jeanette @debzybrazy @cutely-prettily @hopelessaddictions @parkerit @italy-kun27 @hermionelupin122 @sexy—tardis @luna-mellark @the-sassy-nacho @aweways @smolbutfullofcrazy @iceteaart @kapolisradomthoughts @clone-starwars-wars @rivinrit @factorfreshness  @fangirl81422 @the-winter-avengerrrrr @frolicsomefawkes @girlwonder86 @elitafuckingone @crownie-sr @angel-hunter-winchester @imjustafuckinggirl @tenleylines @deamonsgold @michelle-hemmings18  @cashewboys @winter-prime @elizabethduhh @tattooideasforthefuture @marykate55 @marvel-fanfiction @dl9311 @plainphotographer @supernatural-lover-teamfreewill @but-the-trailer-tho @e-g-b-o-k @kayla-mayhem @milleniumxhan @prostheticsoldier @ragequitthatshit @omlmariah @opaque-daydream @chloeaacole @travelwithwords @thedyingrose16 @netherqueen23 @foreverybodythatunderstands23 @ohlookitsabi @icantevendothemerengue @sukanya99 @the-league-of-hot-assassins @wolfkingsqueen @elenoranave @the-amaranthine @fallinginlovewiththefandom @anorborg @18crazybutcutealsopsycho @evyiione @scarlettsoldier @ariminiria @hillrich@hillrich @graysonmalfoy @sun-setl @ladydarcyofcamelotandasgard @ioannalantzou @smadrat @purplekitten30 @do-you-mind-if-i-slytherin1 @emilarose @everlasting9 @ladywitheclecticheart @zafinly @marvelbase001 @thiscuriouslymiss @zuni21798 @amazing-fandom-freak @iamwarrenspeace @harrisbn @red-writer13 @southern-browneyedgirl @buckyismyaesthetic   @imanaesir  @avengersandchill @thevanishedillusion

@also-known-as-me @wantingtobekorra @flammy-whater @pufflethewrites @bucky-bear-barnes @despondencey-of-despair @risinghero @melconnor2007 @fuckkoffcourtney

Heartbeat | 2

You convince Hoseok you can do ‘no strings attached’.

Originally posted by hoseokxx

pairing: hoseok x reader
word count: 13.2k
genre: gang!au, smut
inspiration

part one

warnings: dom!Hoseok, demeaning names, oral, public sex



You knee bounced up and down nervously. An hour had passed and still no reply from Hoseok. You bit back a sigh, regretting sending that ‘What are you doing tonight?’ message to him. You felt like an idiot, worse yet, a desperate idiot.

You cringed, remembering the hope that had sprung in your chest as you boldly fired off that text to Hoseok. You had honestly expected him to reply back straight away, conveying some kind of interest, wanting you as badly as you wanted him. Instead, you had nothing but stifling silence.

“Are you liking the film?” Taehyung leaned over and whispered, his eyes were full of concern and you gave him a weak smile in return. “It’s just a little bit scary,” You lied. He nodded and offered you a warm smile. “I’ll protect you,” He said reassuringly. Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you felt your heart leap in your chest. “Thanks Tae,” You responded faintly, staring straight at the TV until Taehyung glanced away from you, focusing on the movie again. 

Struggling to stay calm, you glanced down surreptitiously at your phone, feeling your heart race in your chest. There was a message notification, from a string of numbers- someone who wasn’t in your contacts. 

It was him. Hoseok.

Keep reading

meetmyinnerdemons  asked:

Hi, I wanted to ask you if you know any fanfictions about Johnlock texting/letters/internet messages, something connected with that? :)

Hi Lovely!

I thought I didn’t have many of these, so I was so excited that I would be able to get this done in 10 minutes… it’s now 4 hours later and I finally got a rough list done for you and I STILL can’t find the one I wanted to add to this list! I’m so angry, because I THOUGHT it was an FFNet fic, but i can’t find it urg. Oh well. I hope you like what I have picked for you instead!

SEXTING / TEXTING:

  • Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2799 w, Ao3) - John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can’t find words big enough to thank her for saving John’s life at the warehouse. For afters, there’s a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of Unkissed
  • Happy anniversary by Salambo06 (E, 3772 w., Ao3) - John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him. Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.
  • A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M, 12,757 w. Ao3) - John sank deeper into the pillows, let the mist and blur of the wine settle around him, let it shore up his nerves and dim the warning signals that flashed dully in the back of his mind. He let the rest of the disappointment about Lucy and his strange accommodations and about the weekend as a whole fade into obscurity. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes. **MUST READ**
  • Come Home by hudders-and-hiddles(E, 3763, Ao3) -  When John leaves for a medical conference, Sherlock tries to entice him back home.
  • A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb  (E, 32,690, Ao3) John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX **MUST READ**
  • The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, 21,691 w., Ao3) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.
  • Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8737 w., Ao3) - "I am not agitated. I’m just tired of it. The insinuations, the comments, that I have no… no interest in relationships, or sex.“ John and Sherlock muddle through a relationship. **FAVE!**
  • Entanglement by orphan_account (G, 3218 w., Ao3)On Christmas Eve, snow covers London, John visits Harry, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson untangle some knots. Lovely pining Sherlock fic. Love this one!
  • Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w., Ao3)Throughout his life, Sherlock Holmes has always taken facts and held them close like treasures, because in a world of complex emotions, unpredictability, and the unknown, logic has never failed him. Puzzles can always be solved and equations will always have an answer; he seeks and finds comfort in the steady absolution of facts and the knowledge that everything has a definition: an unchanging, consistent meaning. However, at age thirty-five he discovers the exception to all of his neat, tidy logic when he meets John Watson, the one person who evades definition and refuses to be easily categorized—and who makes Sherlock question his own previously unshakeable ideas about everything from life to love. (Apparently a WiP, but it feel complete enough, as the “last chapter” has been waiting for over 2 years)
  • Tease You Till You Come by phoenix089 (E, 6090 w., Ao3) - Initially, Sherlock was rather put out by John’s lack of presence on the case. But then he starts to recieve pictures, several of them, of an unexpected nature. The case is forgotten rather quickly after that.
  • Text Me When It’s Over by immaculately-flawed (K+, 1K+ w., FFnet) - After the fall Sherlock starts writing texts to John. Of course, he never sends them… Until he does by accident. Post Reichenbach fic but not angsty.
  • Texts and Tea by JillianWatson1058 (K, 959 w., ffnet) - A John who is woken up at 2:30 in the morning is not a happy John. Sherlock, frankly, doesn’t care. He just wants his tea.
  • Message Not Sent by Queerasil (K, 762 w. ffnet) - Sherlock texts John after the fall and during the hiatus. The messages are sent, but never received. Sequel to WORDLOCKED, TSTM, and Wait, How Do You Play This Game Again?
  • Iunctum by Fudgyokra (K, 221 w., FFNet) - He stood still for a long time, staring not so much at the words he’d been sent, but at the signature that marked them: A simple ‘SH,’ neatly tucked at the close of the words ‘I’ve missed you.’” A 221B ficlet; Sherlock’s return from the fall.
  • The Art Of Communication by StillWaters1 (T, 2K+ w., FFNet) - Lestrade was used to getting odd, non sequitur texts from Sherlock. But when “John went out for milk” was followed by a terse “two hours ago,” Lestrade immediately understood three things: John was missing, Sherlock was quietly panicking, and this could all end very, very badly.

LETTERS / EPISTOLARY

  • Letters by Jenna Flare (T, 2K+ w., FFNet) - John leaves letters on Sherlock’s grave as a method of coping. Sherlock reads them every week. Sherlock/John, John/Mary. T for swearing. Post-Reichenbach
  • Letters From Beyond by LittleBabeBlue (K, 637 w., FFNet) - A letter for John was found in Sherlock’s coat after he jumped. Post-Reichenbach.
  • Dear John by starwarsfreak95 (T, 601 w. FFNet) - Not all Dear John letters are bad. Sherlock tries to explain to John why he did what he did and how much John means to him.
  • Pen Pals by WerewolfDoctor (K, 2K w., FFNet) - Most people don’t become pen pals by one of them writing a not-suicide note. Then again, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson have never exactly been normal, have they?
  • In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w., Ao3) - John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing…and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes… and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they’re both so very, very rubbish at talking.
  • There’s Something Living in These Lines by teahigh (orphan_account) - (M, 4676 w., Ao3) - Two men, complete opposites in almost every way, who speak only in letters and pages torn from books.
  • Correspondence by Cleo2010 (T, 8031 w., Ao3) – Sherlock’s been spirited away on a case for Mycroft. Part of the deal was that he and John could communicate via letter until the case was completed. Maybe the cliche is true, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or perhaps something is growing on the feet in the fridge. Read their letters month by month. Written after series one.
  • White Blank Page by SarahCat1717 (M, 11,936 w., Ao3) – Post-fall, Sherlock is off eliminating Moriarty’s crime web. He finds he misses John. He can’t divulge that he still lives, but he placates his need to communicate with John and still feel a connection with him by sending him blank letters. But over time, this writing exercise lends itself to Sherlock exploring his feelings for his friend. What will happen when Sherlock returns to London and the man he has been “writing” to regularly for the past two years? NOT S3 compliant. Mary who?
  • Get It All in Writing by aceofhearts61 (T, 2423 w., Ao3) – Sherlock and John write each other love notes. Part 8 of A Love with No Name
  • and stand there at the edge of my affection by coloredink (G, 2683 w., Ao3)
  • Winter of Life by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 5178 w., Ao3) – It was an experiment, really. On Christmas, Sherlock wrote to Santa asking for a friend. He got a broken toy soldier instead. This is the story of how he finds him again and again.
  • Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 3 Parts, 30,802 w. Ao3) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.)

BLOGS / SCRAPBOOKS / JOURNALS

  • The Case of the Vanishing Blog by Hekateras (K+, 2K+ w., FFNet) - Sherlock is in it for the hunt. John is in it for the action. Even so, the events at the Pool leave a mark on both, unwilling as they are to admit it.
  • One-Way Mirror by StormyNight108 (K+, 830 w. FFNet) - Post-Reichenbach one-shot. It’s been months since the incident, where a man lost his best friend. Slowly but surely, John’s life is starting to turn up a little. That night, his blog is updated to share good news to his followers, and one anonymous commentator is quick to share his happiness. It’s about as close to his friend as he can get right now.
  • Don’t Go Without Me by MirabileLectu (T, 1K+ w. FFNet) - Deep in the recesses of the cluttered space under John’s bed, far from the prying eyes of nosy landladies, there is a box.
  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, 5308 w., Ao3) - Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow. Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please
  • Journal of Truths by Goddess_of_the_Night (T, 2317 w., Ao3) - When John escorts Sherlock back to Baker Street from the tarmac, he discovers a journal that Sherlock has kept secret…that he has kept secrets in. What he sees when he opens it is nothing like what he expected. He expected scrawling notes of observations, or maths equations, or drawings of plants…anything but what he actually finds: confessions.
  • You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., Ao3) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock’s study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn’t entirely mind.
  • Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (E, 10,669 w., Ao3) – John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times.
  • The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (E, 58,611 w., Ao3) – John Watson thinks Sherlock Holmes should admit that he, Watson, is more of an expert on sex than Sherlock is. But Sherlock refuses to concede the point. He comes up with an experiment plan that will resolve the issue. The results will determine who wins the prize. But sometimes even the best thought-out scientific study has unexpected consequences.

POST-ITS / LISTS

  • I Believe In Sherlock Holmes by Cennis (K, 2+K w., FFNet)When John came to Baker Street one Sunday about six months after the funeral and found an elegant wooden cane, expensive-looking yet sturdy, stuffed away in the shoe cupboard, he began ‘blogging’ again. It began with post-it notes. POST-FALL.
  • In case of emergency by AlessNox (K, 520 w., FFNet) - Sherlock is charged with making a list of what supplies they would need in case of an emergency.
  • The Three-Word Tin Collection by TheBookshelfDweller (K, 1K+ w., FFNet) - What happens when Sherlock has to store the things he wants to say to John while deconstructing Moriarty’s web, but the Mind palace proves an inadequate place to store them?
  • 206 Reasons by whitchry9 (K+, 1K+, FFNet) - John won’t wake up, so Sherlock lists all the reasons why he should. Because he appears to be a bit besotted. How inconvenient.
  • Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., Ao3) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he’s pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.
  • The Trouble With Being Subtle. by VictoryCandescence (NR, 5429 w., Ao3) - In which Sherlock experiments, John misinterprets, and everyone else stands back and waits for the light to turn on.
  • The Importance of Torn Papers by MyLittleCornerOfSherlock (G, 2427 w., Ao3) – Little things make a big difference, even little notes of thanks. Small reminders to show he cares.
  • Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., Ao3) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s ‘Heart of Darkness’, and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts’ now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.
  • See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos (E, 4,981, Ao3) – John knows Sherlock’s mouth will never water over the sweet smells of baking chocolate biscuits or a lovely roast chicken, but he’s watched Sherlock nick mince pies out of Mrs. Hudson’s fridge often enough to deduce that the man does have taste, albeit confusing and obscure.
    So John makes a list: Things Sherlock Likes

And I have a few on my Marked For Later List which also have this theme. I HAVE NOT READ THEM, so I don’t know what they are like; I was waiting for them to finish before I do. As well, Alexx has a tonne of lists you can check out too!

Do Kyungsoo//Denouement

Originally posted by smileysoo

Summary: The world is black and white to everyone. At least, until they reach 18, and realise who their soulmate is or meet them for the first time - and then colour will burst into their life, one shade at a time. You’ve been desperate to graduate high school and move away, but you can’t run from fate. - ft. big brother Yixing 
Scenario: Soulmate!au 
Word Count: 5,977

Keep reading

Stood Up

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,159

Warnings: fluff, don’t date brett he’s a jerk

Prompt: The reader gets stood up on a date, but Dean swoops in just in time to save the night.

Originally posted by frozen-delight

You sat in the green backed booth, a cup of water in front of you. The waiter had been by twice already, asking if you were still waiting. You felt bad for continuing to tell him that you were, knowing that you were hogging a table that could be used for other people who had been waiting.

You were set to meet someone for a date. It was your first date, and you had met the man through a dating website. After weeks of talking, you were set to meet, tonight. He said he’d meet you at the restaurant at 6:00, and you panicked because you had arrived at 6:05, but when you got there, he wasn’t there and nobody had checked in under his name.

You sent him a message, asking if he was running late and not even three minutes later, he replied saying he was and asked you to get a table, assuring you he’d be there soon. Soon was said at 6:09pm, and it was now almost 7.

Keep reading

Clip - “Ikke snakk til meg” (”Don’t talk to me”) - at 08:12 - 22.05

(Sana praying)

(Images flashing by: )

Don’t pick up

Don’t pick up (contact)

Do you get acid thrown in your face if you don’t wear the hijab?

Sana are you circumcised

Urra United (contact)

hoping you’ll be forced into marriage and sent to Africa so we don’t have to have you around at Urra*

Why do you wear that shit on your head it’s fucking ugly i’m gonna tear it off of you during recess


(Same images flashing by again)

(Sana is seated in front of her mirror, and fastens her hijab with a needle, then starts typing out a message)

Sana:
Hi Jamilla

(She backspaces, and we see earlier messages between them)

Sana:
Thanks, but no thanks.

Jamilla:
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?!!!

Sana:
I’M SORRY!! There’s been a misunderstanding!! I thought you’d posted shit about me!! Let me explain! I’m calling you now!

(goes further up through the messages)

Sana:
49:12 O you who have believed, avoid much (negative) assumption. Indeed, some assumption is sin. And do not spy or backbite each other

Jamilla:
I’m only trying to protect you.

(goes further up again, and we see the time stamp 03.01.2016 - January 3rd)

Jamilla:
5:51 O you who have believed, do not take the Jews and the Christians as allies. They are (in fact) allies of one another. And whoever is an ally to them among you - then indeed, he is (one) of them. Indeed, Allah guides not the wrongdoing people.


(A song called ‘Ikke snakk til meg’ (Don’t talk to me) starts playing, Sana goes through the school yard, and up to the girls)


Eva: What’s this?

Sana: I’ve left the bus.

Chris: Uh what?!

Sana: I’m not going to be russ.

Eva: Well, now that we’ve fixed a bus, people and like, everything’s in order, and then you leave?

Chris: What’s happening?

Sana: It’s just not so important for me to be russ.

Noora: But it was quite important to you just a little while ago.

Sana: Maybe I’ve realised that it is in conflict with my values to watch girls drop all their self-respect just to get a pinecone in their hat*.


(Sana goes inside, sits down by Isak)


Sana: How are-

Isak: Good! (whispering) Good.

Sana: I’m sorry again for my brother-

Isak: No, that..Think nothing of it, Sana.

Teacher (off screen): Okay people, we’ll go through a lot during this lesson. Midterms are next week, and some of you are hanging by a thin thread, so I suggest that you pay attention.

Isak: Yeah..that applies to me, to put it that way..

(Sana doesn’t answer)

Isak: Can’t you help me a bit, Sana? I’m so fucked, I’m so far behind.

Sana: Sorry, you’ll just have to face the harsh truth.

Isak: That I’ll get a four?

Sana: That you’re on your own.

(Isak looks surprised and a bit hurt by Sana’s comment)




Aaaand we’re back in business! So full of angst D: This hurt to watch…

To a non-Norwegian speaker, here are some explanations of the stuff you probably didn’t understand right away:

Urra = This refers to the name of a junior high school in Oslo called Uranienborg, it’s just a nickname for the school. This is the junior high Sana went to, and by the content of the messages from Urra United we understand she had a hard time being accepted there.

A pinecone in their hat = I’ll give you the short version - When you’re russ, you can do all these silly tasks to get tokens in your russ hat (see picture below). If you have a pinecone in your hat then it means that you’ve had (safe) sex outdoors.

That I’ll get a four? = Isak means which grade/mark he’ll receive in that class.  The grades system in Norway in junior and senior high school is like this:
It goes from 1 through 6, where 1 means one has failed, and 6 means one excels in the course. (So, 1 = F, 6 = A)

Here’s a picture of a russ hat with different items tied into the thread, meaning this person has completed some of the russ tasks:

(credit to whoever owns the hat and the picture <3 !)

Extra Sugar

Originally posted by somethingincrediblyright

Requested: By myself honestly, but this is also my (pretty late) fic for Day 1 of the Hamilton Write-A-Thon, hosted by @hamwriters (thank you!!)

Pairings: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: The Reader works in a coffee shop, and she feels a bit territorial about her favorite customer  {Coffee Shop AU}

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 1,285

A/N: I hope that you guys like this, I was super unsure about it until @secretschuylersister was the sweetest person ever and read it for me. Sorry that this is being posted so late, I was traveling yesterday. 

Your customer was back.

Saying that felt unfair, but you couldn’t help but smile every time he came back. Most of the time, he looked even more worse for wear than he had the last time. His hair was constantly disheveled, the bags under his eyes were worrying, and it looked like he owned one sweatshirt that he might have lived in. And somehow, he seemed genuinely happy to be there.

And when you were working with Corrine, he was one of the few people that was able to pull you out of the sour mood that you inevitably fell into after working with her for more than a few hours. You had opened that day, all by yourself. It wasn’t like you were scheduled that way, either. A few minutes after the morning rush, Corrine waltzed in. She looked well rested and pleasant. It took everything that you had in you not to choke her out.

Lin was making his way up to the counter, and you had already started his two shots of espresso.

“Hello, sir. Can I help you with anything?” You glanced behind you to see Corrine actually attempting to help a customer. But something felt off. She was leaning too far over the counter, and her voice sounded more like a purr than a barista helping a customer.

You mouthed his order to yourself as he responded. “Vanilla latte with a double shot, please.”

“Of course, I’ll just get that started for you.” Corrine said, tapping a few buttons on the register before rushing over to where you were putting the finishing touches on his drink.

“I’ll get this one.” She said, making it sound like she was doing you a favor by taking credit for your work. You watched her in disbelief as she handed Lin the cup, holding onto his hand for a few more seconds than really necessary and then stood watching him make his way out of the shop.

You sighed to yourself, thinking that at least she wasn’t going to show up this early two days in a row.

You were sadly mistaken when you arrived to work the next morning to find Corrine behind the counter. Not only had she beaten you there, but she was sitting behind the counter doing no actual work.

“Hey!” She called, head snapping up from her phone when she heard the door open.

You chose to simply smile in return, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

“So tell me, who was that man who’s order you knew by heart yesterday?” You held your breath, hoping to allow yourself at least a few seconds to calm down. “Because he is going to ask me out if it’s the last thing he does.”

You fought to keep the confused expression off of your face. Somehow, you felt more hurt than annoyed. Usually you rolled your eyes at Corrine’s antics, but this time felt different.

Oh God. You liked him. And somehow you had managed to be completely oblivious until Corrine wanted him. Typical.

“I don’t know much about him.” You said, taking off your coat and tying your apron around your waist. “His name is Lin-Manuel and he likes extra sugar in his coffee, even if he is a little bit embarrassed to ask for it.” You realized Corrine was barely even paying attention to you anymore, so you chose to stop talking, allowing silence to fill the room again.

“Well then, I guess that I will just have to take it upon myself to do some investigating.” Corrine said, tapping away at her phone.

You struggled through the morning rush, Corrine lounging in the back room while you somehow managed to spill not one but two cups of coffee on yourself.

By the time that Lin walked through the door, you were looking a bit worse for wear. “Hello!” you called, still feeling a sense of relief when he walked through the door. He fixed you with his blinding smile before making his way to the counter. “Vanilla latter with a double shot, right?”

His eyebrows drew together, confusion clouding his features. “You know my order?”

The blush was nearly instantaneous. “It is kind of my job to know your order.”

“Most people don’t bother, I guess.” He shrugged, and you were more than happy to let the subject drop.

Before you could say anything else, Corrine sat a cup of coffee in front of him. “It’s on the house.” She said, winking at him. You noticed a phone number scrolled along the side. Your heart suddenly felt a bit less fluttery, the butterflies abandoning their home in your stomach.

“Oh, well thanks!” He said, fixing her with a grin before grabbing the coffee and heading out of the shop.

“I think that my work here is done.” Corrine laughed, slipping on a coat and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“You are scheduled for another four hours today.” You said meekly, gesturing to the cork board where the owner posted your schedules.

“I have to get ready for my date with Lin tonight.” She was talking to you like she was explaining a perfectly simple concept to a child.

“He already asked you out?” You were fighting not to feel defeated, but the doubt was swallowing you whole.

“No, but I’m sure that he will now that he has my number.” And just like that, she was gone.

Even though you were left alone for the foreseeable future, the morning rush was over and it would be nice to have some time to yourself. You had just begun to gather up the dishes left over from that morning when the bell over the door rang.

He was back.

You struggled to find words as he approached the counter, but they were all getting caught in your throat.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t usually do this sort of thing, but this is the worst cup of coffee that I have ever had in my entire life.” Lin said, chuckling. He sat the latte on the counter, shoving his hands in his pockets sheepishly.

“I can honestly say that I have never seen Corrine make a latte in the entire time that I have worked here, so that doesn’t sound very farfetched to me.” You tossed the cup into the trash can, starting two new shots of espresso for him.

“So that was her number on the cup then?” He asked. You might have just been projecting, but it almost sounded like he was disappointed.

“Yeah… sorry if she made you uncomfortable. Corrine can be a bit entitled at times.” You poured the espresso in the cup and gathered up all of the materials that you would need to steam his milk.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable with her giving me her number, but I might have been hoping that a different girl had written her’s down as well.”

“I- I think that we might be able to work something out.” Your heart was going insane, but you felt like you were going to float away. You added the vanilla and some extra sugar to his latte, scrolling your name and your phone number on the side of the cup.

“I’ll see you later.” Lin said, accepting the latte and taking a large sip.

“I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” You called after him.

“I have confidence.” He laughed, giving you one last smile before pushing the door open.

You got a text message a few minutes later. It was from an unknown number, but you knew exactly who had sent it.

From: Unknown Number

Can I pick you up around seven? I promise we can go for something other than coffee! :D

Personal Assistant (Jason Todd x Reader)

So this one is has a few warnings, Sexual harassment and a few swears. Nothing too bad.


Working as Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant had its perks. Working in a great building with a brilliant mind. Getting a handsome paycheck which was paying off your student debts. Having a job that finally got you parents off your backs for ‘throwing your life away.’

Working as Bruce Wayne’s personal assistant also had its downsides. Knowing that Bruce is the Batman, but not being able to tell Bruce you know. You are in a constant need for caffeine the people at the coffee shop across the street know your name, you figured the caped crusader deserved your help after all the help he did for this city. The fact that your parents are now bugging you about getting a nice boyfriend who treats you right.

Climbing the steps to the building with your usual two coffees and a paper bag of pastries for breakfast you glanced down at your watch 7:25. Perfect timing. You were almost at Mr. Wayne’s private elevator which was reserved for just him and close friends and associates, when a voice called out, “Hey Y/N! Couldn’t help but notice that hot ass wrapped up in such a little tight skirt. Why you saving all that for the boss man. I could show you a good time you know.”

It was Corey, he worked on your floor, thankfully far away from where you worked, but he was always shouting this stuff out. His buddies all laughed and sneered at you, but you just used the private elevator and went to work, he wasn’t worth your time.

As soon as you got to your floor you flopped down at your desk and began doing all the work that Mr. Wayne needed to do today. It was the least you could do for the batman. Hopefully he would get some much needed sleep today.

When Bruce rolled into the building at 9:03, on sixty three minutes late today, you simply raised one if your cups of coffee as well as the completed budget report for the week. Bruce gave you his trademark smile and thanked you for the coffee. You just nodded and went back to writing his memos that would be sent out at the end of the day.

Bruce called you into his office at 10:47, he was looking around the entire office in a frenzy. “I have a meeting in 15 minutes and I have no idea what I am briefing the board on!”

You smiled briefly holding up a Manila folder, “Actually the meeting is in thirteen minutes, but luckily for you I figured you would forget, so I typed up all the points you want to cover, as well as the information about our newest product. I also put calming tea in the meeting room to help with” you paused for a moment before gesturing to your boss’s state, “this.”

Bruce took the folder giving you another smile, “What would I do without you?” Shrivel up and die. No hurry you have eight minutes to get to the meeting.“ You joked. Bruce jogged away from his office, and you went back to your desk ordering a burger and fries for when he returned.

Not even twenty minutes later did footsteps approach your desk. You did not look up from the notes you were jotting down for your boss, just motioned for you visitor to wait a moment. After the man on the phone hung up with a huff, you turned to the new comer. Roughly your age he was tall and attractive, with a cute tuft of white hair in the mix of his raven locks. Talk about tall dark and handsome.

“I’m here to see Bruce.” He spoke gruffly.

“Sorry Mr. Wayne is in a meeting right now. Can I leave him a message?” You asked. Your tone was slightly clipped, but the stranger didn’t seem to mind.

“Nah,” the stranger said. Leaning down in the chair next to your desk, “I’ll just wait.”

You looked down at the schedule you kept for Mr. Wayne’s day, the meeting was supposed to go well past 12:30 and it was currently only 11:30. “Are you sure you want to wait sir. It will be about an hour more.” You asked.

“First of all, don’t call me sure, makes me feel like my dad. Second I don’t mind waiting, especially if its with you.” He answered. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his cheesy comment. Barley.

The two of you sat in silence for twenty minutes, between you rolling calls and writing out the report for the week you didn’t even notice Corey approach you. He stopped at your desk and cleared his throat. You looked up, thoroughly annoyed that you couldn’t seem to get any work done.

“Y/N, I know you’re playing all hard to get, but what time are you free tonight. We could get drinks. I can show you a good time.” Corey asked, his voice not coming off as sleazy as if normally does.

You looked down at your watch, pretending to think about it for a minute, “How about a quarter to I’m not interested?” You answered. A chuckle came form the stranger’s lips, but Corey didn’t seem to notice. He was growing red, from embarrassment or rage you weren’t sure.

“Listen here. We can all tell you’re banging the boss. And if you such a little slut that you will let him take advantage than why not give me a turn. I can rock your world so much more than that Old Man.” Corey shouted, making a scene. You could not have that in Mr. Wayne’s business, what if a perspective client came in and saw this?

You took a deep breath, and Corey was heaving. The entire floor seemed to be staring at the two of you, including the handsome stranger whose fists were curling and unfurling.

You opened your mouth to say something, but the stranger beat you to it, “ You’re fired asshat.”

You and Corey both turned to look at the stranger. You found it sweet that he was trying to defend you. Even with the crude language. Corey found it laughable.

“You can’t do that, you have no authority here.” Corey sneered, you wanted to slap your coworker in the face so badly.

“Well that Old Man you were talking about? Yeah he is dear old dad. So get your stuff and go. Wayne Enterprises has a zero tolerance for sexual harassment.” The man, Bruce Wayne’s son, said his voice tight, almost like he was trying not to fight the man.

Corey gaped like a fish, before turning on his heels, presumably to clear out his desk.

“Thank you…” you trailed off realizing you didn’t know the man’s name.

“Jason. Jason Todd.” He answered, you nodded. You knew conceptually who all Mr. Wayne’s sons were, Jason was the black sheep in the family. You smiled at Jason and gave your hand out.

“Y/N L/N. And thanks for saving me back there.”

Jason grabbed you hand, “Anytime Y/N. I live to save people.”

You smiled to yourself. Like father like son.

Originally posted by ubigboob

anonymous asked:

so I kinda got this idea from that one IwaOi ask you got from another anon recently, but top 5 dysfunctional but great relationships between two characters?

top 5 dysfunctional relationships anon) I meant Haikyuu!!, but if it’s easier for you to find examples for anime in general, I don’t mind if you do that either :3

Hello bean! I’m actually so dead because here you say recently but this ask is from 16 days ago (this is just an example of how much it takes to get to a specific top 5, rip), but it’s finally time! (For context, this petal is talking about this post, where I was asked if Oikawa and Iwaizumi have a healthy relationship with each other). Ok so, this is gonna be a multi-anime answer, since Haikyuu has not so many examples of that. 

General disclaimer: more than dysfunctional, these relationships are not so healthy but the bottom line here is that, no matter what, they all love, trust and understand each other more than anyone else.  

1. Shinji and Kaworu (Neon Genesis Evangelion). Well, this is not the most painful ship ever for nothing. It doesn’t matter that they met and parted ways in the span of one (1) episode, that time was enough to change Shinji, forever. Kaworu came to Shinji in his darkest hour and was the first person to understand and treat him with love. He was the first person to ever tell Shinji “I love you”, and he’s the first person Shinji said “I love you” in return. This is all nice till you discover that Kaworu is not an actual person, he’s an angel, an angel sent to erase humanity, an angel Shinji is forced to kill, or better, an angel who decided that his only free will act was letting Shinji kill him. And he does, in what is to this day the most heartbreaking scene I’ve ever seen. And if killing the person you love the most or making the person you love the most kill you is not dysfunctional, I don’t know what else is…

Originally posted by elitbelit

(in the reboot he dies in front of Shinji and not by his hand and I don’t know what’s worst honestly) 

2. Oikawa and Iwaizumi. I already said everything that needs to be said in the post I mentioned above. They are dependent, violent, aggressive, unable to communicate in the proper way, the reaction to everything the other does is incredibly exaggerated, they fight, they yell…but still they made each other the beautiful people they are today. They are always in perfect sync, they are each other’s number one supporter and would kill and die for the other on the spot. They are connected, both physically and mentally so, maybe way more than they even realize. They are not a perfect couple, but still they are unbreakable. 

Originally posted by manganimae

3. Rin and Haruka (Free!) Speaking of overreacting people, here you have a perfect example. These two are literally obsessed with each other, neither of them could sneeze without affecting dramatically the other’s life. Despite everything, they understand each other without having to say a single word, they would give up everything for the other, they could have had it all…but still they are the classic couple that can’t be together but yet can’t be apart. You can’t escape relationships like that. 

Originally posted by amazing-rin

4. Hinata and Kageyama. As I already said here, I firmly believe that Kags is unconsciously replicating the iwaoi dynamic with Hinata. They are just as violent, intense and obsessed with each other, but they have the potential to create even a deeper and greater bond. They already live in such a perfect sync they can’t function properly without the other (especially Hinata has still to find his place without Kageyama), so much that they are afraid of being torn apart. If you read the manga, you know what I’m talking about, if you don’t, just think of the last shot of Kageyama and Hinata at the end of season 3…while the rest of the team was happy for the news Kageyama just got…were they really?

Originally posted by kagurane

5.  Yahaba and Kyoutani. The iwaoi curse strikes again, and how couldn’t it. The setter/ace relationship is pretty strong on its own and I think Yahaba’s new leadership is gonna deliver us some good character development. I really hope they’ll find a healthier way to communicate and Yahaba will keep his slamming-his-boyfriend-against-the-wall thing just for the bedroom. 

Originally posted by urushenna

p.s. as crazy as it sounds, Bokuto and Akaashi are not in this chart and here I explained why. 

Thank you for your message!

Ask me my top 5 things!

Suga Daddy: Part Two

Suga Daddy: Part 2

Word count: 6.9k

Genre: smut

Okay, I’m glad that some people liked this because I want to turn this into a series. This is pretty dirty so be warned. Anyway, on to the next part :)

part one


You were over at Taehyung’s, on the couch with him and Jimin watching a movie. Sadly, you weren’t paying too much attention to it because tomorrow you were trying out for a seniors dance showcase. It was a big deal for seniors, it was what they worked for all four years. This would be what they would perform for tons of people and entertainment scouters. Your school was known for helping dancers get jobs after this showcase at the end of the year.

Keep reading

The Anatomy of a Blowjob

please place all blame squarely on the shoulders of @caramelkru WHERE IT BELONGS

rated M
read on ao3 here

If there’s anything Bellamy has learnt in all his years of life, it’s that the more alcohol someone puts into his friends, the more ridiculous the texts they send him are.

For example, one time Miller messaged him at half one in the morning asking him if he knew where he could find breadfruit because it was ‘super important’. Another time Murphy sent him the entire Bee movie script, which resulted in his number being blocked for at least a month.

Honestly, those aren’t even the worst of it.

Tonight, he’s decided to stay home, so he’s expecting the usual barrage of texts, as well as a slurred phone call around 1am from someone asking if they can either crash on his couch, or for a drop home.

Sometime after nine, his phone buzzes, and he’s halfway through getting ready to tell Octavia that no, he can’t spare a few hours to come hang when he has a veritable mountain of grading to trudge through, but stops short when he sees that it’s Clarke.

[9:24pm] Clarke: are giving blowjobs like riding a bike???

[9:24pm] Clarke: as in, you never forget how to do it no matter how long it’s been??

His phone doesn’t quite slip out of his hand when he reads it, but comes startlingly close to, and he finds himself fumbling to keep it within his grip, accidentally opening his camera in the process. Meanwhile, the pen cap he was gnawing on while marking essays falls out of his mouth.

The text is still there by the time he rights himself and gets back to his messages, and he fucking pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming.

Finally, he manages to gather his bearings long enough to type back,

[9:28pm] Bellamy: How the fuck am I supposed to know???

He’s still staring dumbfounded at his phone, trying to wrap his around all of this, by the time she replies, sending several texts in quick succession.

[9:30pm] Clarke: because you’re the only other mga person in our friend group

[9:30pm] Clarke: well, besides raven, but she only ever dated guys before luna and idk luna that well to ask her about this

[9:30pm] Clarke: but you’ve only hooked up with girls for a while before hooking up with a guy right?

[9:30pm] Clarke: so like, was it hard??

[9:30pm] Clarke: pun intended lmao

Keep reading

Cooking Classes

Summary:  One day your Friend Steve shows up in your house asking you to teach him to cook.

Words: 3418 (Holly Cow.)

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: There is a lot of music references in this, fuffly lots and lots of fuffly. A little angst and Smut ( Not safe sex and oral.)

A/n : Thanks to @drinkfantasy for being my beta Ily ( you rock)

credits to the gif owners

Originally posted by evanslovely

You wake with loud knocks on your door, you look at the clock and it says it’s 4 pm. Who dares to wake you up in the middle of your nap? You get up from your couch cursing the soul that is on the other side of the door.

When you open the door all your anger disappears, on the other side you see Steve and you hate how good looking he looks at the moment. He is standing there in a dark blue sweater and some jeans looking amazing.

You realize that you are staring “Steve, what do I own you the pleasure?” He smiles at you entering you house “Well, I miss you.” He hugs you as he speaks “I am pretty sure you do, but what are you doing here?”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Could you write a fic with the prompt “Stop being so cute.”? (I don't know if you want a specific character but if its directed at Evan then that would be cool~ )

I did this with tree bros, I hope that was okay!


Evan’s fingers shake as he spins the dial on his locker, groaning when he overshoots the third number and has to start inputting the combination all over again. One to the left to 18, two to the right to 3, three to the left to 45. He sucks in a deep breath before trying to pull his locker door open. It makes a horrible metal-on-metal screeching noise, but it pops open nonetheless, revealing messy binders stuffed to the brim with crumpled loose leaf and battered textbooks littered with tiny doodles of dicks. In Evan’s history textbook, one of the previous owners used the eyes and nose of every pictured historical figure as a base for drawing a dick. While Evan can appreciate the effort there, the fact that he has to scramble to cover up his book whenever a teacher passes by his desk does nothing to help his anxiety and he wishes that he could Wite-Out the copious amounts of male genitalia, but that would probably end in him having to pay to replace the textbook and his comfort is not worth a couple hundred dollars.

A tiny scrap of paper flutters out, landing on the sticky hallway floor. Probably another one of the notes Jared has taken to slipping in his lockers between classes. They usually involve dick jokes or sarcastic commentary on Evan’s behavior during their shared chemistry class—because apparently Evan needs to be told how pathetic it was when he dumped watered down hydrochloric acid on his hands and refused to tell the teacher, preferring instead to let his hands tingle uncomfortably until he could wash them after class—or whatever juicy piece of gossip that’s been circulating through the student body. He sighs as he leans over and collects the paper off the floor, bracing himself for a sentence or two on how ridiculous Evan looked when he was startled by a loud noise and nearly dropped his beaker.

Instead, he finds a barely legible phrase scrawled in the messiest chicken scratch Evan has ever seen. The writing looks like it was erased and rewritten about a dozen times, making it seem like whoever penned it wasn’t sure how to phrase what they were trying to say—or whether they should say it at all.

Keep reading