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Coffee and Crosswords

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Tags: muggle au, coffee shop au, Hermione is a great wingman, Pansy is a tolerant wingman, crosswords, the smoothest pickup line of all time.

(Also posted on AO3)


“This is my favorite new coffee shop,” Hermione said, the bell over the door chiming softly as they stepped into the bright, high-ceilinged shop. “Go sit down,” Hermione pointed to an empty table near the counter, “I’ll order for you. I promise you’ll love it.”

Harry made his way over to the table and slid into a seat. It was the only empty table in the busy store, through everyone seated already had their drinks so of the two baristas only one was actually working, a young woman with her short black hair cut into a blunt bob.

The other employee was bent over a newspaper, folded in half at the crossword. He was tall and lean with impossibly white blond hair that would fall over his eyes whenever he bent over to fill in an answer. He rolled a blue pen in his long fingers, his brow creasing faintly in thought. Harry watched spellbound as the gorgeous blond tapped the pen on his mouth and then bit the end absentmindedly, his eye teeth sinking into the plastic.

“Harry?”

Harry started and flushed, “Y-yeah?”

Hermione followed where Harry had been looking and grinned, “He’s cute.”

Harry groaned, “Please, no, ‘Mione.”

She rolled her eyes, “You’re no fun.” She dug around in her massive shoulder bag and pulled out a book, settling back in her chair and opening it to her place, “Don’t mind me.” she shooed at him with one hand, her eyes already glued to her book, “Go back to your staring.”

Harry felt himself flush, but despite his embarrassment, found his eyes pinned on the blond again. He had paused from chewing on the pen to press his lips together into a thin line and slowly relax them, tracing the shape of his bottom lip with the end of the pen.

The blond looked over at the black haired girl, “Hey, Pansy, what’s a ten letter word for 'smitten’?”

Pansy had her back to him, finishing their drinks, and shrugged dismissively.

“You’re absolutely no help whatsoever,” he retorted with airy dismay.

“Says the one doing the crossword instead of working,” Pansy muttered just loud enough to carry.

Harry bit his bottom lip and impulsively blurted out, “Captivated.”

Harry didn’t think the blond could be any more attractive until he looked over at Harry with the most amazing pale grey-blue eyes, framed by pale lashes only a little darker than his hair.

Harry swallowed hard, “A ten letter word for smitten, captivated.”

“Hmm…” the blond looked down at the paper and shook his head, “No. The 'ed’ at the end is right through,” he leaned over on the counter, “any other ideas?”

“Fascinated?” Harry said, his mind already winging ahead for other words that might fit, his hand under the table counting out letters of words.

The blond glanced down and then back up, a smirking smile on his mouth, “Nope.”

“How about….” Harry’s brow furrowed and he chewed his bottom lip, “…Infatuated?”

He glanced down and smiled triumphantly, “That’s it!” the pen scratched across the newspaper filling in the missing word.

Pansy bumped the blond with her hip and pushed two cups into his hands, “Be useful Draco,” she nodded at their table.

“Your name is Draco?” Harry asked as the blond walked around the counter carrying the two cups.

Draco nodded with a grimace, “Constellation names are somewhat of a tradition in my family.”

“Um, I’m Harry,” Harry said hurriedly as Draco slid the cups onto the table.

“Nice to meet you, Harry,” Draco smiled.

Hermione pulled out her phone, which absolutely hadn’t gone off, and said, “Well, would you look at that, it’s Ron. Sorry, Harry, I have to get going. Wouldn’t want to keep my boyfriend waiting.” She pulled her bag over her shoulder and put her book away in one smooth movement. She was was out the door before Harry could say a word. 

He finally managed a groan and glanced over at Draco, his cheek feeling hot.

Draco was looking faintly flushed himself, “Well. That wasn’t subtle at all.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Harry agreed.

Draco went back to the counter leaning over and grabbing his crossword and pen. “I’m going on break, Pansy.”

“You’re an arsehole, Draco Malfoy,” Pansy retorted without looking up.

Draco came back to Harry’s table, “Is this seat taken?” he asked.

“No, not at all,” Harry said.

Draco sat down across from him, sitting the crossword down in front of himself and helping himself to Hermione’s abandoned latte, “A ten letter word for hopeful starting with P.” He tapped his mouth with the pen and then carefully wrote in, “P-e-r-s-u-a-s-i-v-e.”

“You do a lot of crosswords?” Harry asked.

“There’s a lot of downtime working here,” Draco said, one side of his mouth quirking up in a smile. He barely glanced down at the paper and said, “I need a four letter word for dinner and a movie.”

“A date?” Harry said after a half a seconds thought.

“I’d love to,” Draco said.

Harry let out a startled laugh.

“Too cheesy?” Draco asked.

Harry shook his head with a grin, “How about tomorrow?”

Draco smiled, “I get off at seven.”

Friends Part 2

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1265

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Part 1

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing

credits to the gif owner

Your Saturday was pretty boring, you promised yourself that you would clean your apartment and after getting ready for the party last night you really should clean this place. The floor of your room was full of clothes, you had a sink with a lot of dishes and you found an item of makeup in every room of the apartment.

You definitely need to clean your place.

Even knowing that you have to clean, you didn’t want to. You have one of the worst hangovers of your life, your head is pounding and you feel dehydrated. So here you are, lying on your couch texting Dan while you bargain with yourself to clean this place.

You try everything, if you washed your dishes you would reward yourself with a cup of hot chocolate, if you put your dirty clothes in the washing machine you could nap for a half hour but that didn’t work, so you stay on your couch all day.

“Are you still in your pajamas?”  You open your eyes, seeing Bucky holding a pizza box and some ice cream. You nod, you must have fallen asleep on the couch “Yes, they are so cute they have little bunnies on them.” He sits on the end of the couch, putting your feet over his lap “Did you eat something?”

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Drunken Confession

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k-ish

Summary: The Reader confesses to Dean. 

Warnings: None really. Just a bit of fluff :) 

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for  @winchester-writes Rose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge!! My prompt: Republic Tequila - “Y'know know, they’re all ‘Well…you gotta drink too.” it’ll be bolded in the fic. I hope you guys like it!!!



Drunken Confession

I’m not that much of a drinker.

Usually, it was Sam and I that had to drag Dean’s drunken ass back to the Impala after he made a complete idiot out of himself in front of the bar’s waitress.

It was never me.

But tonight was different. Especially when the feelings you’ve been harboring deep inside your core for the green eyed Winchester were finally reaching maximum overload.

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No Longer a Monster » Prince Adam

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words: 724

Summary:  Adam is having a nightmare and you’re there to comfort him.

A/N: Damn, it’s been one whole month since I uploaded a story, but I’m back now and I’m ready to write! It’s Spring Break and I hope that I can come out with a lot more stories. So, I watched Beauty and the Beast yesterday and I fell in love with the characters! It’s an amazing movie! I recommend watching it!

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Lily

Lily is 11 and she doesn’t like boys. She loves Sev but that’s different. She loves him the way she loves Petunia, the way Petunia doesn’t love her back. She likes the way the the concrete feels in the summer, it burns her feet but she dances on it anyway. She likes pressing her fingers to her veins and trying to feel the magic. She likes the dark blue curtains in her living room that her mum constantly complains about. She likes the funny chocolates they have at school and the way they jump around. She likes running late to classes with Marlene and laughing at Mary’s attempt to cover for why they were not on time. She likes Alice’s soft voice that reminds the rest of them that they have plenty of homework as they lounge in the common room. She doesn’t like James Potter and the way he struts about thinking he’s so grand and funny, she knows grand and funny it’s her and her friends and most definitely not him.

Lily is 12 and she doesn’t like boys. She still loves Sev the same way as she always has but no longer the way she loves Petunia. Petunia makes her heart hurt as she spits out the word freak and makes witch sound like its poison in her mouth. Lily loves Petunia sadly and Sev happily and she thinks she’s okay with that. She likes baking with her mum and licking the spoon and fighting her dad for the bowl. She likes hiding behind the blue curtains after sneaking a frog in Tuney’s shoe. She likes the way her dad can’t stop laughing as he tries to scold her for it. She likes drawing pictures on the window of the train. She likes that her friends all try to guess what it is before she’s done, Alice always gets it right but that isn’t hard when Marlene and Mary are fighting to figure out who can come up with a ruder version of what it is. She likes eating in the great hall and feeling so apart and at home in something. She likes mimicking Marlenes snores with Mary at all times of the day especially in class. She likes quidditch and watching the games but severely less so when Potter is playing. She doesn’t like Potter no matter how good he is at the damn sport.

Lily is 13 and she’s starting to like boys. She likes them differently than Sev. Sev doesn’t make her palms sweat or her stomach do tumbles, he steadies her and lays with her and he loves her- more than Petunia ever has. He’s her real sibling, well the only one that really loves her and Lily thinks she’s okay with that, its better than having no one after all. Lily likes the breeze on her thighs when she wears her skirts. She likes the way the grass feels against her legs as she lays with Marlene in the courtyard skipping yet another divination lesson. She likes making up wild stories of what their futures probably hold including but not limited to, Marlene marrying a giant and becoming a giant queen, Lily sprouting wings and becoming accepted amongst the dragons, Alice turning out to be a unicorn in disguise, which they both agreed would be too plausible for it to be considered actual divination, and Mary one day waking up with a third leg to kick them both with. She likes telling these theories to try and get a laugh out of a begrudging Mary who actually DID go to class and was left by herself. She likes the way Alice dances with Marlene to make Mary smile which eventually leads to the four of them dancing and laughing all night in the common room. She likes the way Potter and his friends are totally bewildered by it asking loudly what the hell had gotten into them, she knows he could never understand the pure joy of dancing with your friends. She likes the way Marlene tells Sirius she’d rather dance with a pig’s privates when he asks if she has any moves left for him. She likes painting Alice’s nails and listening her talk all about how much she loves her little brother and wondering what it must feel like to have an older sibling that not only tolerates you but actually loves you back. She likes chasing Mary’s cat, Sniffers, and complaining loudly when he won’t let her hold him. She thinks she may like Remus Lupin a little more than she previously thought. She’s always liked how kind and smart and quietly hilarious he is but she’s only just realized how cute his nose is and how she thinks she may want to hold his hand. She likes that he’s different from his total gits of friends but remains loyal to them. Loyalty Lily knows is one of the most important things in a friendship, which is why she doesn’t let her friends judge Severus. She likes that she can tell Alice about her crush on Remus without her making fun of her or suggesting that she do something crazy like fling her bra at him to make him love her (something Marlene and Mary promised would do the trick). She likes transfiguration because Remus sits next to her and tells the funniest jokes quietly so only she can hear. She likes that she spends most of the class laughing at him which may be why she isn’t doing her best, Potter on the other hand excels in transfiguration which is something that really grinds her gears, probably because it’s the one class he doesn’t laugh much in, for some reason he spends most of it quiet giving her and Remus rather annoyed looks.

Lily is 14 and she likes boys. Not the way she likes Severus, whom she still loves… despite everything. They’ve been fighting quite a bit lately mostly because he’s been hanging around with scum and Lily can’t understand why he can’t see that they’re scum. They tell him she’s dirty and disgusting and not a real witch and he hangs around with them anyway it infuriates her and he hangs around with them anyway. But even though he has his flaws and can’t see how disgusting his new “friends” are, Lily loves him anyway. She loves him because he brings her her favorite sweets and let’s her hold his hand and listens when she cries about Petunia, even though she’s found she never likes what he ends up saying about Tuney. She loves him because they’re siblings in every sense of the word so she guesses that it’s ok that they argue, after all they don’t argue nearly as much as her and Tuney do. Or did rather, after all petunia hasn’t answered a single letter Lily has sent her this year and she stayed at a friends house during Christmas holiday to avoid her. Lily thinks she’d rather Petunia call her a freak everyday and spit in her tea twice every hour than have her deny her existence, it would hurt way less. Lily likes dancing. She likes stepping on her dads feet as he twirls her around the kitchen. She likes potions. No lily loves potions. She likes to see the magic actually being created right in front of her she likes that she can hold it and see it and it’ll never stop amazing her. She likes Benjy Fenwick and his bright blonde hair. She likes his small smile and big blue eyes. She likes the way her stomach flips when he’s around. She likes the way her friends act more excited than she does when he finally asks her to Hogsmeade. And she pretends not to like the choruses of “Lily and Benjy sittin in a tree”. She still likes Remus Lupin even though she’s over her crush. She likes studying with him in the library and debating and debating about all the injustices going on in their world. Injustices that were really starting to scare her. Against her better judgment she’s found that she also likes Sirius Black and Petter Pettigrew. For completely different and all around confusing reasons. She never really thought much of Peter, he was just one of potters friends. She assumed him to be an intolerable arrogant git and she found herself to be so wrong. It was when she was assigned to sit next to him in charms after causing too much of a ruckus near Marlene. The first day he nearly made her pee from laughing so hard. She liked that he always brought an extra quill because he knew Mary would forget one. She liked how he copied an extra set of notes for Marlene the day she was sick, something Lily herself hadn’t thought to do. She liked how pretty soon he was joining in on hers and Lupins study sessions which would leave them all doubled over laughing. She found that she liked Sirius and that he really wasn’t as much of a prick as she assumed. She liked the way he over dramatized everything and she was actually growing to find him funny. Of course not nearly as funny as he thought he was but funny all the same. She liked that he spent more time in detention than her, (which she’ll admit she was in quite a bit) him James and the rest of their lot always got in trouble for their pranks. But it was their fault they had to boast and let everyone know it was them. Her Mary Marlene and Alice on the other hand pulled off far better pranks with far less the track record, a feat she liked a great deal. She doesn’t like James Potter and the way he arrogantly asked her on a date while she was holding hands with Benjy. (She did however like her response to the question which included several curse words and threats to his well being).

Lily is 15 and she hates boys. She’s rocking back and forth and tearing at her hair and sobbing so hard she can’t catch her breath. Because he said it, he really said it. She couldn’t believe he actually said it. Her throat is raw from her screaming into her hands.He became the thing he promised he never would and he said the word. No matter how hard she shut her eyes she couldn’t get the image of his face out of her head. The word was stuck in her ears repeating itself over and over again. Mudblood. She felt like her stomach was in the floor as she laid her head in her knees and sobbed. Petunia still looks through her instead of at her. She had lost both of her siblings. Lily laughed out of the sheer irony of it all, because Severus and Petunia did have something in common after all, they both hated her. She disgusted the both of them and if it wasn’t for her friends she might have began to disgust herself too. Lily likes Alice. Soft and timid Alice who could never hurt a fly, was lying in the hospital wing getting her bloody knuckles bandaged. She was a different kind of calm than Lily was used to, no perky smile or scrunched nose sat on her face. Instead her eyes had this fierce fury, she sat perfectly still and the combination made her look deadly. “He’ll never say that word again Lily” she whispered. Reaching up to wipe her face with the back of her hand she only managed to smear it with blood. Lily likes Mary, who always butters her toast for her because “honestly Lily watching you do it is so slow and painful and look!! You’ve got chunks that won’t taste right just let me do it Merlin”. Lily likes Marlene especially when she’s yelling and fighting with all the professors, “I certainly do not think my skirt length has any effect on my ability to do magic. And if you don’t stop looking at my skirt I’ll show you just how capable I am at charms and charm your foot up your arse!!!” Lily was forced to charm Potters head to his desk in order to get the same two weeks detention that Marlene had gotten for that rant. Something Marlene was quietly greatful for, the two never spent a detention without the other. Lily likes rock n roll. She likes blasting it from her room and complaining to her mum that that’s the way it needs to be heard when she’s chided to lower it. She likes painting her nails black so they look especially badass when she flips Potter off. She likes going for car rides with her parents. And it’s ok that Petunia never comes because she gets to lay down in the back seat and dangle her feet out the window. She likes sneaking out at night with all her friends just to lay on the grass and look at the stars. She likes daring Alice to skinny dip in the lake and loves when she actually does. She likes that it took only seconds until the rest of the jumped in after her. She likes that Sniffers finally lets her hold him. She likes that Alice held her when Benjy cheated on her, she didn’t even like him that much but it hurt all the same. Mary and Marlene had left the common room quietly together and when she asked where they were going they both only shrugged. She liked that after only an hour later they returned with all of Benjys clothes, “we left his stuff from second year for him to wear tomorrow” Marlene said proudly as they all died in laughter. She liked Mary’s loud comments at breakfast the next morning, “Oi! Cut back on the breakfast Benjy looks like you’ve put on a few pounds. Your jumper buttons are ready to burst!” She yelled it while she buttered Lily’s toast with a smile. Lily secretly liked the way Potter threw death glares in Benjys direction mumbling about how he was an absolute fucking idiot, not that she’d ever admit that to anyone. She still didn’t like Potter not one bit, not even now that he’s grown to be so tall.

Lily is 16 and she can’t help liking boys. Not Severus though who she refuses to so much as glance at. Sure he tried apologizing several times but it was just too little too late. Petunia’s actually been civil lately, she made Lily a cup of tea without being asked. It might not be love but lily was sure it was something. Lily likes tea and pouring as much sugar in it as possible. She likes when her mom tells her that she might as well drink the sugar packets instead. She likes when her dad comments on the situation by doing just that and drinking the sugar. She likes the Beatles and the Rolling Stones and loves playing all the music for her dad to hear. She likes that he’ll sit with her for hours and just listen to the songs and talk about them. She loves when he surprises her with band tshirts that she wears until they’re ripped and faded. She likes chocolate and competing with Marlene to see who can stuff more of it in their mouths. She likes Marlene’s signature victory dance she does every time she wins. She likes Alice’s yells that they’ll both get stomach aches and ruin their appetites. She likes sitting up late at night in bed and talking to the rest of them. They can talk about anything and everything and they do. She likes the way Alice bashfully told them that Frank Longbottom had asked her out. But what she liked even better was helping her get ready to go. She liked the way Mary did Alice’s hair as Lily did her nails. Marlene watched them work and told Alice detailed stories about all the sex her and Frank would soon be having and not to worry cus she’d gladly tell her what goes where and how to do what and what boys like. She only stopped because Alice was blushing so hard Lily couldn’t do her makeup. Lily likes Sirius, loves him actually. They’d become very close over the year. She likes the way he gives her piggy back rides to class and his sharp wit. She likes that they can insult each other all day and know the others joking. She likes the way he’ll dramatically fall into a chair in the common room and claim he’s died of boredom. She likes that he understands. When she talked to him about Petunia and about how much it hurt to have a family member not love you back he actually understood. She nearly cried when he told her about his family but she was guiltily grateful to finally have someone who could relate. She likes James Potter now. They’ve decided to become friends. Just friends. That’s it. She doesn’t like him anymore than that. And if she has to say it again to Marlene or Mary or Alice or Remus or Sirius or Peter or any one else in this goddamn school she’s going to completely lose it. She likes that they’re friends he’s actually a very good friend. She likes the way he laughs. He does it with his whole body so his long legs kick up and his glasses nearly slide down his nose. She likes when he makes her laugh which is almost every minute of every day. He’s constantly whispering something in her ear or yelling across the dining hall or sneaking her notes in class. She likes the way he defends his friends so fiercely and loudly. When Alex Benditen made a nasty comment about Peter’s weight James made his stomach grow three times the size. She likes the way he runs his hand through his hair just to mess it up. She likes the way he’s constantly tapping his foot or his pen. It’s as if he just has so much energy it’s ready to explode right out of him. She likes his eyes and the way he looks at her like no one else does. She likes Potter, likes him a lot actually. But only as a friend of course she reminds herself, only as a friend.

Lily is 17 and loves her boys. Not Severus, who she barely even thinks about anymore, but Peter and Sirius and Remus and James. She loves Petunia and she’s starting to think that Petunia just may love her back a tiny bit. But it’s ok if she doesn’t lily decided. She’s finally content with being the sister who waits the sister who loves more freely. Lily likes going for walks at night. She likes grabbing her ratty pair of sneakers by the door and sneaking out. She likes the way the streets look when no ones on them. She likes the peace of it all. She likes the way the night air gives her a feeling of suspense. The night makes her feel like anything is possible and anything could happen at any moment. She likes do laundry with her mum. She likes sitting on the dryer and folding the clothes that her mum passes her while she tells her stories about when when she was younger. She likes the warmth of the clothes and the smell of the laundry and the sound of her mums laugh. Lily likes socks. She likes wearing the ones that are mismatched and the ones that have holes in the toe. She likes stuffing the dirty ones in Mary’s face for her to smell. She likes falling asleep in places that aren’t her bed. This particular habit happens to be one that she shares with Remus. The result of this led to a chart being made by Sirius and Marlene. Next to Lily’s name was, common room floor, Mary’s bed, staircase, great hall, peter’s bed, floor of boys room, floor of girls room, library, and charms class. Remus was the clear winner next to his name he had, every class he has ever taken, common room floor, every seat in common room, courtyard, astronomy tower, quidditch pitch, great hall, Sirius’s bed, boys floor, library, three broomsticks, supply closet, and a few passages. She liked the chart and the memories and teasing that went along with it. She liked napping next to Remus in the common room and the way he looked so peaceful. She likes firewhiskey. She likes the way it warms her all the way from her stomach to her fingertips. She likes proclaiming loudly and often that she could drink anyone who dares under the table. And she liked even better that she actually could, a fact that Sirius still gripes about. Lily liked dares. She liked both getting them and giving them. Her favorite dare to date was the one she gave Marlene the first week of this year. Marlene and Sirius had been loudly and aggressively flirting for the past year and a half and lily was tired of neither of them actually doing anything about it. So one night after a few bottles of firewhiskey she dared Marlene to give Sirius a Lap dance. Marlene was never one to back down from a challenge drunkenly stood up and Sirius nearly passed out before she even walked over to him. The music played and she swayed her hips and not even thirty seconds went by before he grabbed her and the two were heatedly making out. She liked the way the rest of them yelled and laughed and the choruses of finally. She liked the two of them together they were loud and obnoxious and completely in love. She still likes dancing in the common room. She likes twirling so fast that her skirt goes up and laughs at the hoots and hollers of her boys. Lily likes Mary and she couldn’t give less of a fuck that Mary liked girls. She liked that none of them cared at all and instead we’re always in constant search of finding Mary a girlfriend, something that always led to Mary blushing and hiding her face in her hands. She likes when they all play hide n seek like they’re little kids again. She always hides with Peter because he some how manages to find the best hiding places. She likes the way everyone groans that they win every round and the way Peter holds her hand up in victory. She likes Alice and Frank together. She likes watching them talk quietly to each other and giggle. They’re both soft and kind and absolutely perfect for each other. She likes cauldrons. She likes talking constantly about all the different makes and models and the proper ways to clean them and the slight effects each has on every different potion. The only person that will ever listen to her drone on and on about them is James. She likes James more than she’s ever liked anyone else before. She first kissed him after the first quidditch game of the season. James had been very worried before hand and was constantly griping about how essential it was for them to win. Lily showed up to every practice beforehand to scrutinize and give her advice. It usually led to the two of them arguing but she did it anyway. At the last practice before the game she told him that he needed to do a full roll fake out before shooting to avoid a defender. “ I can’t do that do you even know how hard that is?!” He had yelled back at her. “Liam pofcery does it all the time!” She answered arms crossed. “He’s been a professional for ten years how am I supposed to do that?” James had groaned. But at the game she watched from the stands and he did it and they won. She sprinted on to the pitch afterwards jumped onto him nearly knocking him over and kissed him. She liked the way the world stopped for a moment when she did it. All the people screaming seemed to blur for a moment and all she could see was him. She was kissing James. She liked his stupid face of surprise right before she did it. She liked the way he immediately kissed her back fiercely and intensely. She liked the way he grabbed her tight as if she might let go or change her mind and pull away. She had no intention of doing that because she liked the way he kissed way too much. She likes kissing James. After the first one it all started to rush into place. She could finally admit to herself all the things she liked about him. She liked his eyes and how they were always bright as if he just told a joke. She liked his hands and how they were big and rough from holding a broom. She liked his hair and the funny way it stuck out at all ends. She liked how fucking tall he was and how she had to pull his tie for him to lean down and kiss her. She liked laying with him at night and hearing him breathe. She liked pushing him off the bed when he snored and laughing when he tickled her in retaliation. She liked the way he exasperatedly yelled her name when she made him mad. She liked that he’d twirl her in the common room and on the quidditch pitch and in the astronomy tour and anywhere else he could think of. She pretended not to like when he constantly went around and told everyone she was his girlfriend. She liked that he was bestfriends with her friends and she with his. She liked how everything was perfect. Even when it wasn’t. Peter served detention four times for cursing Slytherins who threatened her. Which was three less than the 7 times Remus served for doing the same thing. Mary and Marlene both were in the hospital wing twice with broken knuckles. But nothing beat Sirius and James’s 10 detentions and 3 hospital wing visits in the matter of four months. Lily yelled at all of them that she didn’t need their help that she could take the insults and threats just fine and handle herself perfectly on her own. But she liked the way they all rolled their eyes when she screamed. She liked that when the letters from the Order came they all said yes without hesitation. None of them needed a second to think or consider it. They were all ready to get out of school and start actually doing something to help. They were all ready to fight. She liked the way they spent their last few days in school. They broke out every night and drank and danced in the courtyard. She dared Alice to skinny dip again and soon they were all freezing and splashing and dying from laughter. The world was fucked up and the war was coming but for those few nights they were kids in love. In love with their friends, in love with the night and the stars, in love with the laughter that gave them aches to their bones, in love with the naive idea that they’d all be ok that this and them would all last forever. She liked remembering those nights and that feeling right before she went to sleep. She liked sleeping with all of the blankets wrapped around her, a fact that always led to James complaining. She didn’t like James Potter at all. She loved him.

anonymous asked:

:D Hey Miss Immortal!!! Can I request a fluff?! Chocobros catch their s/o staring at them, then s/o just smiles and tells him that he has a beautiful soul. <3 *heart flutters*

HELLO CUTE ANON! <3 Of course you may request a fluff- this is sooo up my alley omg- this is the kind of fluff I live for! :D Enjoyyy! Tagging @rubyreddemise because this Prompto drabble is my fluffy pride and joy and I feel you will appreciate it Ruby! <3


Noctis: Noctis has been fishing on the pier at Galdin Quay for HOURS. The guys are getting tired, so they quietly excuse themselves, leaving you alone with Noctis. At first, Noctis grumbles at losing his audience, but then calms down when he notices that you are still sitting just behind him, next to his tackle box, counting and sorting the different lures that he has managed to collect during his travels.

When you eventually finish sorting the lures, you glance up at your prince- no… king! You frown slightly at your persistent mistake- you always forget that he’s technically the King of Lucis now… since his father had passed in the Imperials’ attack on Insomnia. Your gaze softens as you fix your eyes onto Noctis’ strong and regal side profile. You still can’t believe that he chose you… that he wanted to be with you. It was just so surreal.

You don’t know how long you just sit there on the wooden slats of the pier, staring at your dear boyfriend, until Noctis yawns and stretches languidly with his arms spread wide. He pops his joints slowly before shrugging a few times to get his blood flowing, and you giggle softly at how adorable your young king is. Noctis’ midnight blue eyes immediately meet yours and he raises his eyebrows in amusement at your spaced-out look.

“Hm?” he hums his unspecified question. You blink and smile adoringly at your favourite person in the world and lean forward to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. You retract from him slowly and absolutely adore the light blush settling upon his pale cheeks.

“Nothing sweet heart. You’ve just got such a pure and beautiful soul and I can’t stop falling in love with you.”

Noctis’ eyes widen comically at your admission before he turns his body to face yours before leaning forwards, his eyes shutting blissfully just before his lips touch yours. You both share a sweet kiss on the pier, and for once, Noctis isn’t upset that his catch got away.


Prompto: You and the guys have just finished dinner and are now idly partaking in your usual nightly wind-down activities. Noctis is playing King’s Knight on his phone, fist-pumping to himself whenever he manages to beat a difficult level. Gladio is performing a light workout consisting of squats, push ups and sit ups. Ignis has just finished washing up all the used cutlery and is now leisurely reading a magazine. You are seated beside your sunshine boyfriend on the ground, and the two of you are leaning your shoulders against each other, viewing the pictures that Promto took during the day.

“Hey, the lighting’s good in this one!” Prompto turns his head towards you and grins, the corners of his bright blue eyes crinkling slightly. You lean closer to take a look at the picture display on his precious camera and find yourself smiling at the shot he took of yourself and Noctis grinning and hi-fiving each other after the conclusion of a battle.

“Yeah, you really have a knack for this Prompto,” your praise your boyfriend. He blushes at your kinds words- he always blushes when you pay him any type of compliment- and turns back to his camera with a little giggle.

Hehe, well… you know… the subjects of the shot are pretty amazing so…” you frown as you notice Prompto’s shoulders slump. You gaze at his side profile as he stares sadly down at the picture of you and Noctis. After a few idle moments, you lean forward and pepper soft kisses across Prompto’s jaw, making him gasp out of surprise. You shut your eyes and focus on the feel of Prompto’s slight stubble against your lips and smile as you feel him tilt his head to give you better access. You continue for a few short moments more before leaning back from your boyfriend and opening your eyes once again.

He’s staring at you, gaze soft, camera still clutched in his hands. You offer him a soft smile and brush some of his floppy blond hair from his face in a tender gesture. You’re both quiet for a bit, just looking at each other- forgetting that the others were milling around you, getting ready for bed.

“Why do you always look at me like that? I’m nothing special,” Prompto smiles sadly at you. You shake your head in slight disbelief, and look deep into those clear blue eyes that you love oh so much.

“I can’t believe someone with such a beautiful soul would think so lowly of themselves,” you say, your voice slightly reprimanding. Prompto laughs awkwardly and you continue speaking, “you’re amazing and I am so lucky to be yours.” You lean forward and press your lips tenderly against Prompto’s, eyes open and staring intensely into Prompto’s.

You watch as Prompto’s eyes tear up, as they clasp shut, and as he pulls you closer- his camera in his lap- kissing you with more fervour then before. You pull away and gasp for breath, and Prompto leans his head against your shoulder. His shoulders are shaking, and you know he’s overwhelmed by your admission. You bring your hands upwards to card through his hair- a comforting gesture.

“I love you, my dearest sunshine.”

“I love you too, my favourite muse.”


Gladio: Gladio grunts as he flops onto your shared hotel bed at the end of a very long day. You take a page from his book and flop down right beside him. Both of you are staring up at the generic off-white ceiling, appreciating each other’s warmth in comfortable silence. After a few peaceful minutes, Gladio lets out a sigh and sits up on the edge of the bed. You remain on your back, but you let your eyes linger on Gladio’s tense back.

“Babe, I’m gonna go grab a shower before bed. Do you wanna go first? Or come with me?” Gladio winks at his last suggestion. You sit up and slap him playfully on his muscly bicep.

“I think I’ll pass, you horn dog. You go do your thing- I’ll wait till you’re done.” Gladio grins at you before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips and making his way to the adjoining bathroom. You sigh happily, watching your boyfriend disappear into the bathroom.

You’re not sure when your eyes shut, nor do you know exactly when you fell into a tiresome sleep- but you awake the moment you feel the bed dip beside you. Cracking your eyes open, you catch sight of Gladiolus Amicitia sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing nothing but sleeping pants. You admire the garuda tattoo splayed across his back and trace the intricate patterns up and down his back with your eyes. Your gaze trails towards his damp, brown hair and traces the sharp lines of his jaw.

You suddenly find yourself gazing intently into Gladio’s curious, yet warm amber eyes. He smiles sweetly at you, and your heart flutters at the intimate gesture- you hardly ever get to see his unguarded smile. He’s got an image to keep up, after all.

“See something you like?” he murmurs, his gravelly voice rumbling low in his chest. You nod slowly, a blissful smile overtaking your lips.

“My Gladio’s beautiful soul.”

Gladio falls back on the bed, turning onto his side and gathering you carefully into his arms. You sigh at the warm contact of your cheek against his bare chest. Letting your hands roam his back freely, you cuddle closer to your much larger boyfriend.

Gladio lets out a short laugh, pulling you closer to himself.

“A little clingy tonight, aren’t we?”

You frown and pull away slightly, “you want me to stop?”

Gladio shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your temple and tucking your head back against his chest.

“Never.”


Ignis: You watch in awe as Ignis works his way around the portable gas stove with grace and poise. He consults his recipe book and adds in just a pinch of salt before stirring the risotto he is currently crafting. His hands are free of his gloves, and you watch his pale, elegant fingers work their magic as your evening meal is being prepared. You finally stand and make your way towards Ignis as he shut off the stove and begins to dish out five servings of food.

“I feel bad that I can never help you out with the cooking…” you admit quietly, taking two plates of food being balanced precariously on Ignis’ free arm. Your boyfriend of four years nods his head in thanks before turning back to the pot and serving up more.

“Darling, it’s absolutely fine. I enjoy cooking for you all,” you glance at him after you’ve handed the plates off to a rather famished Prompto, and don’t doubt the royal advisor’s words for one second. The small smile of contentment on his face as he served out the last of the risotto onto the final plate confirmed his love of cooking for you all. You move to take two plates from him, but he brushes you off gently when you reach for the second plate. You look up and lock eyes with his moss-green gaze. “It’s fine. I’ll do it, you go and eat- I know you’ve had a rough day.”

Your eyes widen at Ignis’ astute observation. You were indeed having a rough day, what with… that TIME of the month cramping your style and all (pun totally intended). But you hadn’t mentioned your issue to Ignis or any of the guys- it was slightly embarrassing, being the only woman in the group and all.

“Iggy… gosh. What did I ever do to receive so much love from such a beautiful soul?” you say, your voice incredibly soft as you regard Ignis with wide, reverent eyes. Ignis simply smiles down at you and quickly presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

“You brought me unending happiness, and a reason to give value to my own life outside of being Noctis’ advisor.”

Ignis pulls away from you and hands Gladio his plate of food before settling down onto his folding chair. He waits until you are seated beside him, and silently urges you to take a bite out of your favourite meal. You tear up at the wonderful flavours that hit your mouth and you smile gratefully at Ignis.

“How is it?” Ignis asks.

You nod slowly, regarding your boyfriend with a tender gaze.

“Amazing- as always.” Ignis positively beams at you before taking a spoonful of his creating into his mouth and chewing. Your heart fills with an unquenchable warmth and you find yourself falling deeper into Ignis’ juxtaposed suave and innocent charms.

What If?

Title: What If?
Summary: You indulge yourself in a harmless passion, following a train of thought, but when Mikey catches a glimpse it may not be so harmless after all.
Author: Velcr0Kitty
Characters: Mikey (2016) x Reader
Word Count: 1846
Warnings: Angst, fluff, body image… issues? I guess?
Author’s Notes: Welcome to my first fic, I’m so sorry. I seriously didn’t expect it to become so sad my original idea was so happy ;-;

You drift to the bottom of the sketchbook and scrawl a title of sorts.

What If - Mikey

Under it, you put your signature. It’s hard to deny your feelings for the charismatic turtle, but with that whole “different species” issue complicating things you doubted the feelings would ever be mutual. That hasn’t stopped your daydreams yet.

You never imagined you’d be in a situation where you even could think that. Once upon a time you could only imagine yourself with your beloved art degree in a pleasant flat somewhere other than NYC. You would be a master of your passion and your passion, a career. Before you got your chance, however, your best friend fell very ill. You spent your time with her, being supportive. This was the snowball that became the avalanche.

Your friend was released after a few weeks. Then in succession, like a machine gun of shit, your mother died in a car accident, you were hostage in a bank robbery, your new apartment building out of town exploded (You didn’t honestly believe the landlord at first). Three foot clan attacks and a load more bull-shit later, you were broke, homeless, family-less and living, quite literally, under a rock (a storm a few months prior had upturned it in central park.) That’s where the turtles found you. Dirty, starving, and huddled up under a blanket some random do-gooder’s gave you. Though you suspect it was mostly Donnie’s doing, for whatever reason, they took you in and welcomed you into their home.

That was three years ago. Over those three wonderful years, they nursed you back to health, welcomed you, and loved you as one of their own. It didn’t take long for feelings to develop for the youngest. You spent day in and day out with all of the brothers, of course, but most of your time was with Mikey. Donnie always patched you up and made sure you were okay, but Mikey sat with you and made sure you were okay. He quickly became your best friend.

He comforted you, stayed up with you when you couldn’t sleep, you two have more inside jokes than you’d care to count. The only thing you don’t know about him is how much the guys have been hounding him for months, just small remarks during training or while on patrol, to get him to “just turtle up!” and ask you out or something.

For some reason, you kept your art from them. As close as y'all were, having even one thing to yourself can do wonders for your sanity. Sometimes, while the boys trained or for the hours Splinter had them in the Ha'Shi, you snuck out to buy supplies. Nothing too big, just sketchbooks and pencils that you stashed under your bed when not in use.

You often drew the brothers, for good reason. They had both ridiculously interesting lines and unique shapes, as well as always being around. Plus you had found a few well-hidden hidey holes to draw from if you wanted a live reference.

It’s only natural when crushing on a giant talking turtle to, even just once, imagine what he’d look like as a human, right?

Today, you ran with that thought. So, as you finish the drawing, you scan the page for any last minute fixes. You run your fingers over the sketch, being careful to not smudge. You feel the bumps and ridges of your pencil marks travel underneath you like a road map. As you move over his face, your hand reveals his brilliant and goofy grin, but you can almost see the way his blue eyes light up and glint with mischief when he laughs, the way the green of his cheeks shimmer in the light with his constant smiles and grins. You soften and fall into a lazy smile.

Your hand continues over his torso, your mind wandering to the endless amazing hugs, his muscular arms, his surprisingly comfortable plastron. Hesitantly, you move left, over a man. Lean, but built, muscle hidden under a wildly patterned t-shirt. His mid-length blond messy hair falls into his eyes, but the mischief and brilliant smile remain. He stands with his arms crossed. His pose screams youth, confidence and energy. Your eyes flick back and forth between the drawings. You are nowhere near as familiar with this man, but your curiosity is sated.

The sounds of training float from the dojo as you come back to reality. Heavy grunts and dull thuds tell you how far into training they are and, not realizing how late it really is, decide it will be some time until they’re done. You abandon your art supplies on your bed for the makeshift shower down the hall that Don whipped up last year.

When you emerge toasty and clean in your favorite PJ’s, you waddle towards your room and revel in the silence. You’re nearly winded when just how silent it was hit you like a freight train and you took off for your room. Mere footsteps away from the right corner and a soft hiccup of a sob makes you freeze, your heart dropping. You stop, inches from the door. You know what’s coming. Something in you tells you to run. What’s around this corner? You know it will break you. You can leave. You don’t have to see those baby blues hating you. Thinking you’ve betrayed him.

You run a hand through your hair. Ruined.

You wring your hands. He hates you.

You take a step into the room, almost trembling. Looking everywhere but where you need to. His eyes are burning into you. Your room is dull. Face this. You could have run, but you didn’t. So, FACE. THIS.

When you make eye contact, you couldn’t and will never be able to accurately describe the sheer betrayal in his eyes. He’s gripping your sketchbook, the drawing. His eyes are red, his mouth agape. He opens and closes it a few times, searching for words.

———

“You know, we were almost human once?” You drop your controller and shift on the couch to look at him better. Disbelief paints your face.

“No kidding?”

———

“… What,” his voice breaks, as does his eye contact, which drops to the paper in his hand. “Y/N, what is this?”

———

“Seriously, Angelcakes. It’s crazy, Donnie had this ooze that we got from…” As he tells you his story you can see how important it was to him to find some normalcy. He wasn’t cracking jokes, he was barely moving. Just talking. This became the most personal and serious night you two had ever shared. He spoke of growing up with ninja turtles. You, of school, of bullies, of humans. You shared worlds.

———

You couldn’t find the words. You knew you had hurt him. Badly. It was just a drawing and a thought to you, but to him… to him it meant you didn’t like him for him. Maybe even not at all.

———

You swapped so much about each other that night, not just talking but learning. He finally opened up wholly when he wouldn’t look at you.

“I wish…” His hands suddenly become very interesting. “I wish I was human, you know? It would just be…” he searches for the word. The word he finds will break him. As he says it, he will cry through his half-hearted smile. You will hold him until you both fall asleep, cradling him to your chest, TV still on.

He looks up with pain and resolve.

“… Easier.”

———

Y/N!” Mikey slams your sketchbook against the wall searching your eyes for an explanation. For the first time you’d ever heard, your best friend raised his voice. He was pissed.

———

The next morning he woke up embarrassed. He remembered your sweet coo’s and soft-spoken words of comfort from the night before as he took down a wall he never knew he had, for you. He never realized how much he wanted to give you the life you deserve, and just how much he couldn’t actually give you. A certain melancholy took him. He felt so bad as you talked about your life. As far as he knew no one in his family knew anything about you from before they found you, just that you had suffered a great deal and had no one left, but last night? He hadn’t thought about how much had to have happened for you to end up that way. For a moment, you had both bared yourselves, completely.

As these thoughts ran through him, the grogginess of waking up left him. He watched your eyes move behind your eyelids, your mouth open slightly as you breathed through your dreams. He pushes himself up so his full weight isn’t on you and with the loss of heat, you stir. Your sleepy eyes captivate him and he feels like he’s really seeing you. You have no idea. “Morning,” you quietly utter, not wanting to break the peace. Running a hand down your face, you sit upwards slightly. Noticing the vibe rolling off your normally talkative terrapin you sober up and give him a questioning look.

He hovers over you effortlessly, arms holding him up on either side of your hips. He has yet to move his gaze away from you, drinking in your features like a dying man. The only thing he can think of is kissing you until you melt, of running his hands down your waist. Steamy images fog his vision as he disappears in the thought of you. All you see is his expression softening until he closes his eyes with a small sigh.

“Um… Mikey, you good?” This snaps him out of his trance. He’s blushing and burning up but, lucky for him, you don’t notice a thing. He coughs.

“Uh, yeah babe,” the nickname that had been used countless times felt heavy on his tongue, “I’m fine, just uh… tired. Do you mind if I…?” He slowly lowers himself back onto your midsection, eyes asking permission.

“Oh yeah sure,” you stammer, concerned. “Go for it.” He snuggles into you further, wrapping himself around your stomach and breathing in your smell, suddenly feeling like a brand new person.

———

When you don’t say anything for a few seconds he storms off, taking your sketchbook with him. You yell a helpless ‘No!’ after him. The room swarms around you and you feel like the floor left without you. The air leaves your lungs and you land on your knees. Soft, wary footsteps pad into your room and pair with your light sobs. Leo reaches down and wraps you up in his arms rubbing your back, speaking calming words, soothing you.

You can faintly hear Raph yelling after Mikey but as your own sobs wrack your body you lose all concentration on them and instead melt into Leo. He picks you up, carries you to your bed and lays you down. He hesitates, wanting to ask about what just happened but not wanting to push your already fragile state.

(THERE WILL BE A PART 2 :D )

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The Color(s) of Love

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

Summary: Steve is a hopeless romantic and apparently Valentine’s Day is his favorite holiday. Steve goes out of his way to make the day special and confetti is involved! 

Warnings: Very smut, smutty smut! Brief mention of orgasm denial, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, followed by more fluff than even I knew was possible. 

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 3098 (WTF)

A/N: Valentine’s Day drabble (or not)This came out fluffier and smuttier AND LONGER than originally intended. It is my first attempt at Steve, so please be kind. 


“Please don’t buy that.”

              Steve Rogers was obsessed with Valentine’s Day. The tiny shopping cart he was pushing through Party City was loaded with pink and red and white streamers, heart shaped confetti, tall jars of pink gumballs and more glitter than any respectable person –much less a six foot two super soldier—should ever buy. Most recently he had encountered a giant Cupid balloon and was working to disentangle it from several smaller heart balloons but was quickly failing and a sudden panic set in as it dawned on you that if he didn’t succeed the two of you would be heading back to the Tower with all of the balloons.

              “Steve,” you said, trying your hardest to keep your tone firm. “We do not need balloons.”

              Steve frowned at you. “Tony said to get decorations, Y/N. Balloons count.”

              You rolled your eyes, making a mental note to wring Tony’s neck when you saw him again. “I’m pretty sure we’ve got enough at this point. I think we had enough about three aisles ago.”

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The Five Stages of Grief

Arthur hasn’t gotten out of bed although he’s been awake for three hours. He heaves air through his lungs slowly, as if it was painful- but the only pain is the dull ache in his chest where his heart is supposed to be.

Francis was gone.

The realization hits Arthur as if he had run into a brick wall. Mumbles of no, no, no, fill the air. The quiet if effectively broken for just a few moments, but it settles back into silence when Arthur feels the tears sting at the corners of his eyes.

Although the mantra remained alive in Arthur’s head, he let the sound fall out because he just wanted Francis to come back. He would come back, right?

Light shines through the light off-white curtains of Arthur’s bedroom, yellow rays spilling across his bedsheets, his clothes that he hadn’t bothered to change out of last night, and his ungroomed face. The house that had so many memories, situated in the British countryside and very estate-like, seemed empty now. Weeks had passed and still Arthur felt numb, cold. Was their decades of a relationship just a fluke to the country of love?

And some country of love he is! Up and leaving like that, not leaving a trace after so long! What did he even do?! It’s not like there was anything new or changed about their relationship that might have caused him to leave, the only possible reason is that Francis Bonnefoy is a huge dick! In fact, he’s such a fucking dick that his actual dick looks like a toothpick in comparison!

How dare Francis. How dare he leave Arthur and take all his things like he was never there in the first place? Did he think that Arthur would just move on with his life, casually pick up a new partner, fuck around with a whore for a little while? Fuck no.

Arthur hasn’t gone to work in weeks. When he tries the Queen or the Prime Minister or Matthew stops him because he’s clearly not okay and honestly at this point he’s willing to do anything just to have Francis back.

To have that long, blond hair, smiling blue eyes, the skilled hands, Arthur would sell his soul. He wants what he used to have back; after all doesn’t the saying go “you don’t know what you have until it’s gone”? Well now Arthur knows and he wants back his Francis. He wants the teasing and the play fighting and the amazing sex and the actually good French food and Francis’s hands and arms and love back. He wants Francis back but for some reason God decided that he couldn’t have back the one thing that kept Arthur going these last few decades.

Another wave of sadness washes over the Brit, and he rolls over on his mattress, pulling a sheet up and over his head. Memories flash in and out of Arthur’s head and he groans. Why now, why does he always have to think about him when all Francis cared to do was leave?

Of course that didn’t help his growing depression. All that he did each day was gripe about Francis, make himself tea, try to eat something, and get back into bed. Occasionally Matthew would visit, but he had his own nation business to handle. No one has the time to deal with Arthur but he himself.

But maybe, if Francis wants to be away from him, Arthur will just have to deal with it. It’s not as if Arthur can drag Francis back to the countryside house and they’ll start living like they used to again. Francis is such a free fucking spirit.

Arthur would just have to move on after another few hundred cups of tea.

Unoffical Big Brother

Originally posted by coporolight

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Avatar!Reader

Warning: tad bit of violence, swearing

Summary: When HYDRA captures a teenage girl to wipe her memories away and use her powers to kill, Bucky feels it’s his job to free the girl. There’s a connection between them, it’s not love, he’s protective of her.

Word Count: 1539

A/N: I made up a birthday and an age, I hope that’s okay! And also I don’t really have any knowledge of the Avatar, I just used what I remember from the show!

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anonymous asked:

wonho for 109: why are you naked?

❥ wonho, ‘why are you naked?’, this isn’t relevant but i really think wonho deserves to drive a maserati or royce or smth he’s amazing

in your time knowing wonho, you’ve been subjected to viewing him in quite a few compromising positions that have led to…even more compromising behaviour that no one would have been proud of. 

 like, for example, when wonho saw a girl he claimed liked him so panicked and pushed you back against the wall, kissed you and made you moan so loudly into his mouth that the girl most definitely got the picture and never spoke to him again. 

 or when you were convinced someone was following you home that one night so wonho dropped everything and came to your rescue, except he had nothing but an oversized coat and boxers on and there was absolutely no one following you in the end. but, anyway, you’d not bring that up again. 

 except now you’re standing opposite your rather strange wonho sitting, no, laying, on your couch with his tousled blonde and blue hair looking as amazing as ever and his body even better. 

 but there was no explanation to it, and that was the more confusing aspect. ‘uh..hey wonho.’

 ‘hey!’ he greets, smile wide as he sits up a little to welcome you like a proper guest should do. ‘how was your day?’

 you have to pause for a moment to fully digest the fact he was acting like nothing was wrong. your mouth is slightly gaped and you can only assume this is something very normal in his eyes. ‘i’m great, but… uh… why are you naked?’

 ‘oh! because this car soaked me when it drove past me and through a puddle. i was soaking and didn’t want to get hypothermia.’

 decent enough excuse, you assume. 

 ‘well, uh,’ you stop yourself when wonho’s eyes meet yours and he raises a brow to question what you’re asking him about. ‘did you not want to like borrow some clothes?’

 wonho shakes his head and returns back to the tv. he’s half paying attention before he turns back to you and shrugs his shoulders. ‘i wasn’t going to rummage through your room and find clothes for myself. i’m not an ass.’

 ‘no, but you’re sitting in my front room naked,’ you remind him. 

 ‘but still! i’m fine, it’s okay.’

 you frown yet again, not moving despite wonho’s slight dismissal. ‘i’m sure that you’ve left some clothes here before. it’s fine, i’ll get you some.’

 ‘wait!’ wonho exclaims. it brings your attention straight back to him and you almost freeze in your spot and crane your neck back in his direction to see what the problem was. ‘aren’t you enjoying the view?

 ‘what?’

 wonho freezes at your question. ‘i-uh…uhm… the view?’

 his wink is a little misplaced, as is his laugh that’s meant to be for the added effect of making him seem like he was successful in his awful attempt at flirting. you just turn and walk in the other direction like before. ‘just put some clothes on, wonho.’

Sunflower Boy

Ivan was sitting alone in big empty field crying. Again some kids were picking on him. The boy was hidden in tall grass so no one from the bullies can spot him. Suddenly he heard footsteps near his hideaway. He stopped crying and waited for one of his bullies to appear in front of him or some stray dog jumping on him. He closed his eyes waiting for something to happen but nothing came. He slowly opened his eyes only to meet with pair of sky blue ones . There was a young blonde boy standing in front of him holding something behind his back. The boy was shorter than him, he wears brown bomber jacket and glasses other thing that he cannot possibly miss was the cowlick sticking from his hair like a flag. The boy slowly approached him and smiling he pulled bouquet of sunflowers and thrown it up in the air. What the little Russian boy saw amazed him a rain of sunflower falling on him covering him with the yellow petals. Ivan done something he didn’t do for quite long he laugh and smiled genuinely at the American boy. Maybe there still was someone that cares about him….

Not Enough - One Shot

Summary: You and Steve have a bad break-up, and you wind up running to Bucky for comfort.

Prompt(s): (Anon request) -91,87,56,4• Angsty as hell, just like One Last Time, but like… no happy ending
91. “Tell me you need me.”
87. “Stay awake.”
56. “I’m late.”
4. “I’m too sober for this.”

Warnings: Swearing, let’s talk about sex baby!, SO. MUCH. ANGST. Don’t expect to leave this with a smile.

Word Count: 2890

Author’s Note: Ok, dear, I will make this angsty as hell, and while I considered writing an alternate ending to One Last Time at the time I was working on it, I think I’m happy with that story, and don’t want to touch it. So I will give you this similar storyline, but everyone suffers. How’s that?

Originally posted by undercoverfandoms


You were used to the fighting by now. You’d been with Steve for a few years, and at first it was incredible. He was so sweet and attentive, god he loved you so much, and you were completely swept off your feet. He could be so unbelievably charming. You loved how he made you laugh, he was so sweet and naive sometimes. You loved how he was protective and you knew you were safe when you were with him.

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what the signs look like
  • Aries: small, freckles, wild messy hair, big smile, smirks a lot, wears a lot of red, chapped lips, a gap in their teeth
  • Taurus: doe eyed, wears Dutch braids a lot, always wearing sweaters, honey blonde hair, button nose, soft hands, good eyebrows, heart shaped lips
  • Gemini: tall, wears leather, wavy dark hair, bright blue eyes, big lips, clear skin, good butt, their go to shoes is white sneakers
  • Cancer: resting sad face, short hair, medium height, big brown eyes, kinda looks like a puppy, wears a lot of dresses, collar bones, bites their nails
  • Leo: good style, uses their hands to talk, always has their hair down, dorky laugh, jewellery hoe, tan, great teeth, long legs
  • Virgo: resting bitch face, hair is always in a bun or tied back, brown hair, long eyelashes, rosy cheeks, freckles, shoulder length straight hair, very small
  • Libra: perfect hair, starry eyed, small smile, long neck, trendy clothes, has a cool birthmark, wears heals a lot, make up is always amazing
  • Scorpio: blue eyes, long hair, bites their lip a lot, wears a lot of black, really likes to wear lipstick, average height, looks timid but once you get them talking they're very enthusiastic, messy eyebrows
  • Sagittarius: oval face, green soft eyes, scattered freckles, lanky, honey blonde long hair, can't keep still, painted nails, uses the dog filter in selfies
  • Aquarius: blunt bob, wears glasses, raises their eyebrows a lot, dresses very classy, brown narrow eyes, pretty tall, clear skin, rarely wears dresses or skirts
  • Capricorn: likes to have their hair tied back, blue eyes, medium height, rarely smiles, minimal make up, ginger hair, small nose, cute elf ears
  • Pisces: long eyelashes, big forehead, slightly smaller than average, wispy hair, chubby cheeks, wears a lot of sweaters, smells good, thin eyebrows
Can’t Stop Won’t Stop

@monstacookieshere’s that other fic rec list I promised I would make for you because you are lovely and wonderful and gorgeous and i’m so happy we discovered each other. Happy reading. 

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1.  Of Superheroes and Super Tantrums by starspangledsprocket 

After Steve makes a bad call on a mission, Tony and Bucky are de-aged into three year olds. It goes about as well as can be expected.

Super cute, super fluffy. 

2. And You Needed Someone To Show You The Way by sailorchibi

Tony knows what the team really thinks of him. It’s a delicate balance: they tolerate him because of his money and his toys, and he gets to stay on the team and fight with them. He’s okay with that. So long as he hides the fact that Steve’s and Bucky’s names are written on his skin in the most embarrassing act of one-sided love affection ever, everything will be fine.It just figures that a fantastically stupid villain, a kidnapping plot and a video camera will bring Tony’s well-kept secret out into the open.  

Heavy on the feels. Sorry. 

4. It’s Not An Epic Romance (it’s a love affair) by ErisDea

They come together at the worst possible time.

(And to be fair, the writing on his back and her unmarred skin literally promises that they will never have the romance of the century.)

There is so much threesome porn my head spun a little. But it’s also pretty fucking cute even though it’s kind of hate-fucking and competition for a while. 

THE LOVELIEST OF AUs

5. Salami by L1av

Everyone hears stories about the idiots who have to go to the ER to get random objects removed from their asses. If someone told Bucky he’d be spending his weekend in the hospital for one of the most embarrassing occurrences of his life, he’d probably laugh in their face and tell them to go fuck off. But here he is, in the ER with eleven inches of packaged, cold salami stuck up his ass. To make matters worse, his nurse is really hot. Really hot.

Join Bucky for one of the most awkward and yet comical experiences of his life that leads to self-discovery, trust and maybe even love.

I laughed so much reading this, not as cringe-y as I thought it would be (going to the ER because you’ve got salami stuck up your ass sounds mortifying) and I honestly think more people need to read this because it’s amazing. 

6. Bucky Barnes Has His Shit Together (and Other Lies He Tells Himself) by betty days (sadrobots) ***

You’d think a guy who owns one of the most successful bakeries in Brooklyn, has a million-dollar smile and that antiquated good ol’ boy charm, blond hair and blue eyes and biceps for days, would know what’s what.

But don’t let that fool you: Steve Rogers is a mess

BUCKY BARNES IS THE BEST BABYSITTER. 

7. Critical Feline Mass by Kryptaria, rayvanfox ***

Adjusting to civilian life is hard for any military veteran — especially for one ex-sniper with a cybernetic arm, a classic Harley, and friends who keep trying to ‘help.’ When Sam Wilson at the VA sends Sergeant Barnes to rent a room from the hottest guy in the DC area, Bucky thinks maybe civilian life is worth it after all. And then he finds out Captain Rogers is everything Bucky’s not: a real hero, a Medal of Honor recipient, and an all-around nice guy. Bucky doesn’t have a chance in hell with him.

Sam was a huge help to Steve Rogers when he left the military. In the spirit of ‘pay it forward,’ Steve decides to rent out his basement room to a vet in need. But when Sergeant Barnes shows up on his doorstep, he knows he’s in for a world of trouble. Barnes is exactly what Steve never knew he wanted, from his bedroom eyes to his wicked innuendos. And he’s Steve’s tenant.

A love story in twelve chapters, including two Harley-Davidsons, a guardian angel, multiple snipers, the only woman who can scare them into behaving themselves, spontaneous kittens, and one attacking sheep.

Bucky’s makeup and dressing habits actually break Steve’s brain. It’s adorable. 

8. Itsy Bitsy Yoga by wearing_tearing

Bucky teaches a Parent & Toddler Yoga class. Steve and his two year old son are his students.

The absolute cutest shit. Steve’s kid adores Bucky. 

9. The Art of Standing by eadunne2

Steve and Bucky have perfect chemistry from their very first scene, and it leaves them both wanting more. But they’ve both learned the dangers of wanting, and for people that practice good communication so regularly, they kind of suck at it.

So they’ll fuck and tease and talk dirty and even dance. They just can’t kiss

Why yes, I’d love a BDSM fic with fluff and feels. 

10. Click Here to Read Full Article by thecommodore_squid***

“You’re losing public favor at a dramatic rate.”

“Oh.”

Fury glared. “Fortunately, I am smart enough for the both of us and have created a narrow pathway of recovery. This option has a little bit of opportunity-cost, but I’m eighty-three percent sure that it’ll be worth it and it’ll work in the long run.” Nick paused, then amended, “Eighty-two percent.”

Steve and Bucky are famous and pretend boyfriends until the moment they’re not. 

11. Lights, Camera, Action by AustinB***

Steve gets a job as costume designer under Nick Fury for Shield Studios, where he meets movie star Bucky Barnes, and it all unravels from there.

Pining. So much pining and adorableness on set. 

12. Run Your Fingers Through The Knots of My Soul by caelestys

Sometimes Bucky thinks it would be really cute to meet someone in a coffee shop, like in those silly romantic comedies Clint makes him watch. But there is a reason why meet cutes in cafes don’t happen in real life, and it’s because customers suck. And besides, love fades. But coffee? Coffee is forever.

This is a story about love and life–and coffee, which Bucky would’ve argued was probably more important than either of the first. But that was before Steve Rogers came along. 

A nice steady burn. Everything’s on fire. This is fine. 

13. Never Say I Don’t Get You Anything Nice by TheMeaningofHaste

“Buck up soldier, it’s time to get you laid for the disabled kids of America!"Steve groaned, wishing he had taken Tony up on his earlier drink offer. "There will be no getting laid,” he grumbled, his voice hushed in case someone might hear. “This is a charity dating auction, not a prostitution ring!"Peggy smirked at him through the mirror. "Don’t say that before you see who wins you,” she teased with a wink. “You might get lucky and land a fella who’s crazy about you.”

Saccharine sweetness. Seriously. I have a cavity. 

FEELS FOR YOUR FEELS

14. Hard Time Forgiving, Even Harder Forgetting by lunacanislupus_22

It takes walking down a crowded street in Brooklyn hours later to realise what the emotion is. He’s passing a small child with its mother, smacking their small hands demandingly against the glass of an icecream shop. The child’s eyes are wet with tears. He shies away from it. Particularly sensitive to the sound of children screaming. It’s only after he’s out of hearing that his head clears enough for him to realise. What he’s been feeling around Steve.

Want. 

Even when Bucky doesn’t know himself, he takes care of Steve. FUCK. I’M NOT CRYING UR CRYING. 

15. Got Me Going Crazy by FawkesFlame123

“Do you have any idea what you do to me, Stevie?” Bucky growled, his voice deep and husky, straddling Steve’s hips, pushing him down onto the sofa, pinning his arms above his head. “Bucky, what is – oh,” Steve frowned, then, thankful that this was Bucky, not a lapse into the Winter Soldier, and he smiled cheekily, “no.”“God, baby doll,” Bucky growled in Steve’s ear, rolling his hips against Steve’s, so that he could feel just how hard he was for him, “you’re so perfect, fuck, gettin’ me all hot and bothered. Do you even know what you’re doin’ half the time?” Steve arched his back instinctively and melted in Bucky’s touch, in his voice, in the lips that were mouthing along his jaw, nipping lightly at firm skin, making him whine, before, “I’m not doin’ anythin’.”Bucky tightened his grip on Steve’s wrists above his head, rolling his hips again, grinding down on the blond, both of them straining in the restrictions of their clothes, “oh, yeah, then what’s caused this?”

Basically, the one in which Steve is an oblivious sweetheart and Bucky doesn’t know how to deal with that.

Ah, yes, some lovely porn. It’s stupid how much Bucky adores Steve. Fuck me up. 

16. Nothing’s as Sweet as Supersoldiers in Love by heartsdesire456

Informally titled: Bucky Barnes Loves The 21st Century Almost As Much As He Loves Steve Rogers

“Captain America’s mystery lover! That’s what everybody’s talking about.”Bucky turned around as soon as he heard ‘Captain America’, only to see Tony had on some entertainment news report and his latest photo of sleeping Steve was flashed up on the screen beside the person talking. “Hey, what’s that?” he asked, hopping over the back of the couch to land beside Stark.“Your Cap lovin’ gone viral, I guess,” Tony said, turning up the volume.“Rumors spread like wildfire with the first photo of Steve Rogers, Captain America himself, was posted to a comically named Instagram called ‘GodBlessAmerica36’.”

Bucky is that boyfriend. 

17. Super Soldier Drug Reactions and Other Engineering Failures by AgressiveWhenStartled 

Beside Natasha, Steve’s phone buzzed facedown on the table. After the last text, he’d hastily flipped the screen over and stared straight ahead like he’d been caught talking in church. Clint nudged him with his elbow. “Better check that,” he murmured. “Could be important.” Everyone at the table pretended they weren’t looking as Steve hesitantly turned his phone over, blushed so hard his ears looked like they’d been boiled, and slapped it back down again.

Covert missions. Stupid guy is stupid. Nick Fury is so done. 

18. Never Someone Else by Kellyscams

Prompt: ok. sub!bucky post catws, D/s universe where bucky is learning to be steve’s sub again. ((with clarification from prompter: Steve was Bucky’s Dom in a D/s world before the war and before the fall. PostWS Bucky is now recovering and learning to be Steve’s sub again))

KELLYSCAMS IS AMAZING OH MY GOD. Read everything they write. Everything. Set yourself on fire. It will hurt less. 

19. Redefinition by manisseta

They took their time to talk about it, both at home and at increasingly surprising places, like that time Steve had asked Bucky, “But would you want me to tie your feet as well or only your hands?” on a rooftop during a recon mission in Finland, and Nick Fury had gently scolded through the comms, “Gentlemen, surely there’s a better time to discuss that?”

I’m always a slut for Stucky nonchalantly discussing shit on missions. 

20. There is a Church Where They Whisper Your Name by bazanite

What you want and what you know to be true are battling up against each other like animals, tusks locked, breathing heavy into the twilight.

I’m not normally into Second Person but this one is perfect. 10/10. 

21. Persistence of Memory by hollimichele

It’s a nondescript sort of a Wednesday morning when the Winter Soldier walks into SHIELD headquarters, bold as brass, and announces his intention to surrender.

This is honestly one of my favorite fics and I’ve read it about 500 times. 

22. Steve Rogers Versus The Classics by thecommodore_squid

Steve narrowed his eyes. “I’m beginning to suspect I’ve been set up.” “I would never,” Natasha said, feigning shock. Steve sighed.“God fucking dammit,” he heard someone say and looked up.

An AU in which Steve is still Captain America and Bucky is the unfortunate history professor selected to help him understand those references.

Quickly becoming a favorite of mine, simply for the way this person writes Steve’s struggle with the 21st century and how some poop culture would affect him. 

23. Young Heart, Out Our Minds by junko

Bucky posts a selfie of the two of them in bed to his instagram. He hashtags it #goodmorningamerica. Sam Wilson and Pepper Potts retweet it to their twitter accounts.

Steve and Bucky acting like the young men they never got to be. 

24. Shyest by biblionerd07

SHIELD discovers that HYDRA took a DNA sample from Captain America and a DNA sample from the Winter Soldier and tried to breed a perfect supersoldier. Steve and Bucky suddenly find themselves the parents of a three-year-old boy who won’t speak.

The cutest kid fic ever. No mpreg (not that I have anything against it, it’s just nice to see an alternate version of these two meatballs having a kid that is genetically theirs) but IT’S SUPER SWEET AND ADORABLE. 

25. Just Hold Me by shanology

Bucky Barnes is living in Avengers Tower, and all he wants in the world is to be cuddled. He sets out to get his new friends to give him the snuggling he needs, because it’s not something he can ask of Steve yet. Steve doesn’t see it in quite the same way. Also, there are Avengers movie nights, possibly with a showing of The Covenant. Just saying.

These two idiots I stg. 

26. My Soul to Keep by hitlikehammers

They’ve had more second chances than anyone has a right to. They’ve survived the unthinkable, and emerged not only breathing, but together. So they don’t risk it; they don’t play games with fate. Every night, they lay everything out: the good, and the bad. The life-altering and the mundane. The bad haircuts and the shitty cologne. Every night before they go to bed, they make damn sure nothing’s left unsaid between them.

Just in case.

I really like this idea of complete opens with ones partner, just laying it all out on the table every night. 

27. Dream of Caramel by gwyneth rhys (gwyneth)

But none of that explains why right now Clint’s pants are literally on fire and Barnes is pitching an entire five-pound bag of pastry flour straight at Clint’s crotch with his metal arm.

Clint’s POV is what I live for. Super cute. Bucky and Steve are such oblivious idiots, but Clint and Natasha love them anyway. 

28. It’s Always Been You, Stevie by FawkesFlame123

Bucky smirked, his blue eyes light in the evening darkness, his short, dark hair lighting up whenever the streetlights fell upon them, “told ya, punk. Now, spill.” “This really isn’t the time to – “Steve, fuckin’ tell me,” Bucky demanded, cupping Steve’s face now, all humour gone, replaced by worry and fear, “what’s wrong?” “I’veneverhadsexbefore!” Steve said, all in one go and managed to slip out of Bucky’s hold, as he went slack, just staring at him. “There, are you happy?” Steve huffed, his voice was shaking, eyes wide and fearful, worried that Bucky would turn and run, “that’s what’s been botherin’ me. ‘Cause, I-I, you know what, forget it.”

What better way to end this list than with a Virgin!Steve fic?