burnt eggs

What if, when Petunia Dursley found a little boy on her front doorstep, she took him in? Not into the cupboard under the stairs, not into a twisted childhood of tarnished worth and neglect–what if she took him in?

Petunia was jealous, selfish and vicious. We will not pretend she wasn’t. She looked at that boy on her doorstep and thought about her Dudders, barely a month older than this boy. She looked at his eyes and her stomach turned over and over. (Severus Snape saved Harry’s life for his eyes. Let’s have Petunia save it despite them).

Let’s tell a story where Petunia Dursley found a baby boy on her doorstep and hated his eyes–she hated them. She took him in and fed him and changed him and got him his shots, and she hated his eyes up until the day she looked at the boy and saw her nephew, not her sister’s shadow. When Harry was two and Vernon Dursley bought Dudley a toy car and Harry a fast food meal with a toy with parts he could choke on Petunia packed her things and got a divorce.

Harry grew up small and skinny, with knobbly knees and the unruly hair he got from his father. He got cornered behind the dumpsters and in the restrooms, got blood on the jumpers Petunia had found, half-price, at the hand-me-down store. He was still chosen last for sports. But Dudley got blood on his sweaters, too, the ones Petunia had found at the hand-me-down store, half price, because that was all a single mother working two secretary jobs could afford for her two boys, even with Vernon’s grudging child support.

They beat Harry for being small and they laughed at Dudley for being big, and slow, and dumb. Students jeered at him and teachers called Dudley out in class, smirked over his backwards letters.

Harry helped him with his homework, snapped out razored wit in classrooms when bullies decided to make Dudley the butt of anything; Harry cornered Dudley in their tiny cramped kitchen and called him smart, and clever, and ‘better ‘n all those jerks anyway’ on the days Dudley believed it least.

Dudley walked Harry to school and back, to his advanced classes and past the dumpsters, and grinned, big and slow and not dumb at all, at anyone who tried to mess with them.

But was that how Petunia got the news? Her husband complained about owls and staring cats all day long and in the morning Petunia found a little tyke on her doorsep. This was how the wizarding world chose to give the awful news to Lily Potter’s big sister: a letter, tucked in beside a baby boy with her sister’s eyes.

There were no Potters left. Petunia was the one who had to arrange the funeral. She had them both buried in Godric’s Hollow. Lily had chosen her world and Petunia wouldn’t steal her from it, not even in death. The wizarding world had gotten her sister killed; they could stand in that cold little wizard town and mourn by the old stone.

(Petunia would curl up with a big mug of hot tea and a little bit of vodka, when her boys were safely asleep, and toast her sister’s vanished ghost. Her nephew called her ‘Tune’ not 'Tuney,’ and it only broke her heart some days.

Before Harry was even three, she would look at his green eyes tracking a flight of geese or blinking mischieviously back at her and she would not think 'you have your mother’s eyes.’

A wise old man had left a little boy on her doorstep with her sister’s eyes. Petunia raised a young man who had eyes of his very own).

Petunia snapped and burnt the eggs at breakfast. She worked too hard and knew all the neighbors’ worst secrets. Her bedtime stories didn’t quite teach the morals growing boys ought to learn: be suspicious, be wary; someone is probably out to get you. You owe no one your kindness. Knowledge is power and let no one know you have it. If you get can get away with it, then the rule is probably meant for breaking.

Harry grew up loved. Petunia still ran when the letters came. This was her nephew, and this world, this letter, these eyes, had killed her sister. When Hagrid came and knocked down the door of some poor roadside motel, Petunia stood in front of both her boys, shaking. When Hagrid offered Harry a squashed birthday cake with big, kind, clumsy hands, he reminded Harry more than anything of his cousin.

His aunt was still shaking but Harry, eleven years and eight minutes old, decided that any world that had people like his big cousin in it couldn’t be all bad. “I want to go,” Harry told his aunt and he promised to come home.

Keep reading

I think 2D is the type of boyfriend to bring you breakfast in bed but the eggs are overdone and your toast is burnt but he’s got such happy puppy dog eyes because he did this unprompted cute thing for you that you have to eat every bite in front of him to make him feel happy and appreciated

collide

WHAT IS UP yALL

so i got this idea that derry was the upside down of hawinks and someone told me to write it, so here i am.

however, my wonderful co-writer and beta @richiewheeler helped me out A TON and she’s gonna be helping me write this whole fic so pls give her some love as well pls and thx

i hope you guys like it! we are SUPER DUPER proud of it 

without further ado, here is my stranger things/it crossover


summary: a stranger things/it crossover fic 

pairings: reddie def, and lots of others to be determined

words: 1991




Will Byers always had to ride his bike home at night, it seemed. Mike’s Dungeons and Dragons games managed to always run way longer than the group had anticipated, usually, 10 hours was a normal time frame for them. School nights always ruined the flow of it, sure, but Will’s team always won. Sometimes he wondered if Mike let them win, or, perhaps, it was just luck.

His older brother Jonathan was working a late shift, as was their mother, which was a common occurrence. He didn’t mind riding his bike so late, he’d gotten used to it. Nothing happened in Hawkins, so it was almost therapeutic. The sound of his bike wheels thumping against the pavement and crickets that chirped in the darkness.

Mirkwood, a street so familiar to him he could almost see it just as he would in the day, stretched in front of him. Since it was only a fall Sunday, there was no one there. He hummed to himself and looked through the woods of Hawkins Forest. He’s almost home.

Will looked back at the road, and saw a tall figure standing right in the middle of the street. Yelping, he slammed on his breaks, nearly falling off the front of his bike as he skids to a stop.

It was a clown, with wild red hair and a pristine costume. If it were Halloween, Will would’ve been impressed. But the autumn holiday was last month and this didn’t seem like a costume. It was too real as if the face paint wasn’t actually paint at all.

“Hey there, Will. Where are you off to?” The clown spoke, his words causing Will to physically shiver in fear.

His mother’s warnings of don’t talk to strangers rattled in his head, so he just swallowed and wanted to leave it there. But he had to know.

“How did you know my name?” Will asked, his voice sounding scared to his own ears. He wished he could be stronger about it, but he wasn’t.

“I’m a friend of your dad’s,” The clown said. “He tells me all about you, Will.”

He hated the way this guy said his name, and he knew his dad didn’t say many positive things about him. He changed the subject, “Why the clown outfit?”
“Well, I’m Pennywise the Dancing Clown,” The Clown- Pennywise- said, grinning. In the light of the moon, his eyes shined bright and his teeth looked so sharp. “I was just at a party, and I thought I’d take Mirkwood home.”

Will smiled awkwardly a little, “We call this street Mirkwood too.” He didn’t know why he continued to talk to strange man in a clown costume. He almost felt compelled to stay.

“I know,” Pennywise said. Something in Will’s stomach twisted and his fingers clutched the handles of his bike until his knuckles went white.

“My mom’s expecting me home,” Will started to excuse himself, but Pennywise frowned. That frown sent a wave of discomfort through his small frame. A frown like that wasn’t normal. It was far too sinister, too off to be ordinary. The clown tilted his head a bit, his hair staying in the perfect “windblown” shape it had been in. That wasn’t normal either. His eyes, Will noticed, were a bright orange color. Number three on the ‘not normal’ list about this guy. One was lopsided as if he had a lazy eye. One concentrated on Will’s figure, the other looming off slightly to the right of him. Number four, check.

“Let me show you something first.” The clown spoke slowly as if he was trying to be friendlier, more convincing. Will felt as if he didn’t have much of a choice. The man blocked his way regardless, so he stayed put and kept his mouth shut.

The clown smiled once more. His face suddenly contorted, his head snapping to the side violently at a 90-degree angle. That’s when Will realized it was no longer a person. This thing wasn’t human, it never was, to begin with. Will watched in horror as this thing transformed into a large-scale version of the Demogorgon, one of the many pieces in Mike’s Dungeons and Dragons campaign from today. He was terrified, slowly backing up with his bike in a vain attempt to separate himself from this monster as much as he could. Will glanced around him quickly, seeing if he had a possible escape route. He didn’t.

When he glanced back at the monster, it started to advance. With no choice, Will threw his bike down and ran down the street, the thumps growing louder behind him. The last thing he heard was his own terrified scream before he hit the pavement and his vision clouded black.


In a town closer than they thought, Georgie Denbrough bounced beside his brother, Bill, as he made a paper sailboat as a storm crossed through Derry.

This was a tradition they had when it rained, seeing how fast one boat could go in the pouring rain. Georgie liked that even though Bill was sick, he was still gonna let him play. It wouldn’t be the same without him, but they both agreed that tradition was important. They couldn’t miss an opportunity.

“S-she’s all ready, Captain,” Bill said, coughing a little. Georgie nodded vibrantly and took the boat in his hands. Slightly sticky to the touch, he knew how much work his big brother put into it and made sure he handled ‘her’ carefully.

“D-don’t forget your g-galoshes,” Bill reminded as Georgie nearly raced out the door. “M-mom will k-kill you.”

Georgie made a face but nodded once more. When he ran down the stairs to the mudroom, he pulled on the dark green boots that chafed against his ankles.

He ran outside and Georgie turned, waving up to Bill’s window, showing off how well the boat was maintaining its structure in the downpour. Bill waved back at him, so he took that as his signal to start his boat’s journey. The static hum of the walkie-talkie in Georgie’s pocket made him smile, knowing Bill was sorta there with him.

“Be careful.” His brother’s voice crackled and Georgie was off. He placed the boat down near the street curb, watching with glee as it raced down the road following the direction of the water flow.

He tried being careful, he really did, but it was too easy for him to get distracted. Georgie wasn’t too surprised when he smacked into the orange sign, coincidentally at the perfect height to hit his head on. He didn’t want to lose the boat so he tried to keep up, but he cried out in horror as it fell down the sewer drain.

“Bill’s gonna kill me,” He moaned, disappointed in himself. He kneeled down and tried to see if it had caught on something. But instead of seeing the boat, he saw a kid.

Georgie yelped and fell backward, landing on his butt. Even to a little kid like himself, it was a little odd to see someone in a storm drain. The kid in the drain smiled meekly, holding up Georgie’s boat. He had brown hair, that was wet and flat due to the rain. His outfit consisted of a vest with a flannel underneath and a pair of jeans from what Georgie could see, but it was dark in the drain.

“Hey, Georgie, is it?” He asked, looking down at the paper boat. A drop of water landed on the ‘S. S. Georgie’ Bill had written on it, smearing the ink a bit.

Georgie nodded slowly, a little thrown off by his question but answered anyway. “Yeah, that’s me!”

The kid smiled. “Hey, I’m Will Byers. Nice to meet you.”

Georgie smiled back at him. “How did you get in there?” He asked, “Are you stuck?”

Will nodded solemnly, before his expression changed. If people got lightbulbs over their heads like in the cartoons, there would’ve been one above Will’s head. “If you help me out, I can give you your boat back! How does that sound? You can help a new pal out.”

The small Denbrough contemplated it for a second, before agreeing.

Will grinned. “Grab my hand.” He spoke, reaching his hand upwards towards the opening in the drain.

As Georgie reached down, Will’s face changed drastically. It contorted into something sinister, multiple rows of teeth baring in a mere instant.

His scream of agony could be heard all the way down the road but by the time anyone had checked, Georgie Denbrough was gone. The only evidence of that he was ever there was red water slowly flowing into the storm drain.

But no adult nearby saw it.


Will woke up with what he thought was the start of a migraine after the worst nightmare he’d ever experienced. A goddamn clown accosted him when he was just trying to get home. He just wanted to eat Jonathan’s breakfast and see his friends at school. He wanted to hug his mom and have her tell him the nightmare clown couldn’t get to him again until he believed her.

But instead of smelling pancakes and nearly burnt eggs, all it smelled like was like stagnant water and blood.

Will’s eyes snapped open, and all he saw was gray. He pushed up onto his palms and looked around.

He wasn’t in his room, safe in his bed under the covers and dry. Instead, he was in a wide, circular room covered in trash, soaking wet. How long was he asleep? Did he get knocked out?

Something dripped on his shoulder, and he looked up to see a trash pile that nearly skirted the tall ceiling. But more astonishingly, bodies floated. They floated around the room like limp rag dolls that Mike’s sister Holly played with. And they were all upside down.

A sound of squelching caused Will to look to his right, only to come face to face with the same clown that he saw on the street.

As if it wasn’t terrifying before, its clown face was now smothered in blood. It grinned, and the crimson-stained teeth looked even sharper than he remembered.

In its long, twisted fingers, it held an arm with a chunk taken out of it. In that quick glance, he could see blood and muscles and bone.

Will screamed and scrambled backward, a sharp pain in his side as his heart nearly beat out of his chest. How was this real? How was none of that a dream?

No. This is still a dream. This isn’t real, Will focused on convincing himself. He scrunched his eyes shut and dug his nails into his palms.

“Not real, Willie?” The clown’s scratchy voice said, sounding so close. But he refused to open his eyes. “Do you want to see a dream?”

He screamed and his eyes flung open. The clown grabbed him by the throat and leaned in close. Its breath was rancid like the trash that littered around them. It drooled blood and saliva all over him as he squirmed in a vain attempt to escape the clown’s death grip on him.

“I’ll show you a goddamn nightmare.”


so YEAH

i hope you guys liked that as we’d love to write a part dos

let us know how y’all feel about it!

masterlist

ask to be on taglist/feedback!

thank you so so much for reading <3

She has no throne. Girls without thrones should not have knights, but hers won’t go. Princess Zelda – the girl who killed Calamity – would love to fade into legend, but Link’s bought a house, he’s fighting off monsters, and he’s selling giant horses to strangely familiar Gerudo men. She’ll never have any peace now. (ao3)  

Keep reading

BTS Reaction to catching their S/O dancing and singing in just their T-Shirt while cooking breakfast.

Namjoon 

Seeing you wearing his clothes always did something to him. Especially his shirts that where extremely oversized on you. He was amazed how you could pull off wearing so much material with little skin showing and still look extremely hot. What made it even better was your ridiculous dance moves and off key singing that made him fall more in love. It was hilarious really but Namjoon loved to see you this happy. He would approach you with a loving dimpled smile on his face as he greeted you placing a kiss on your forehead..

“What are you cooking jagi?”

Originally posted by bangdulce

Seokjin

Usually Jin would be the one cooking for you but once in a while you liked to treat your boyfriend by cooking for him instead of the other way around. He adored you for being so caring and he loved your cooking although he thought his was better . You decided to fry some bacon and eggs as you turned on your music blaring it full volume getting carried away with the beat. Hearing all the noise downstairs Jin curiously went down to see what you were up to only to be greeted by you dancing to the music wearing one of his shirts that stopped mid-thigh. Loving this site he just leaned against the door frame and smirked in your direction when you finally acknowledged his presence.

“Having fun babe?”

Originally posted by jjilljj

Yoongi

Seeing you wearing nothing but a t-shirt, his t-shirt to be precise, that reached just pass your ass with your lace panties peeking out had Yoongi in a trance. He admired you for a little longer feeling absolutely lucky to have someone like you. When you started swaying your hips and singing along with the lyrics of one of his songs he couldn’t hold back the amused chuckle that came out of his mouth alerting you he was watching. You jumped with a gasp turning around to see your boyfriend Yoongi in his sleep state making his way over to your still startle figure. 

“I didn’t mean to scare you but you looked hilarious" 

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Hoseok 

Walking out of your shared bedroom rubbing the sleep from his eyes and making his way into the kitchen following the scent of food, he was greeted by you in front of the stove cooking wearing nothing but his t-shirt, trying to copy the dance moves of one their songs Boy in Luv, while trying to hit Jimin’s high notes. He covered his mouth as he tried not to laugh. Seeing you like this always made him happy and it would always make him think about the future. He loved the idea of waking up to this everyday, and maybe someday waking up to you and a smaller version of you dancing and singing your hearts out too one of his songs.

"I look forward to future days like this" 

Originally posted by jaayhope

Jimin

Jimin couldn’t hold back his laughter when he walked in on you wearing his over sized t-shirt while dancing and singing to Blood, Sweat and Tears clearly failing as you were out of tune and failed at almost every dance move.  Holding his stomach and flailing over his eyes watering from laughing so much. You didn’t care you loved dancing and singing to his music even if you were horrible at it. After his laughing episode he joined you dancing perfectly to every move and hitting every note. When his dance move came where his hand came up to his neck then around to cover his eyes you swore your felt wetness begin to form between your legs. 

"Babe why’d you stop?” he asked smirking knowing what affect that dance move had on you.

Originally posted by delightfullyfree95

Taehyung

Tae would literally squeal at how cute he thought you looked wearing his shirt that was clearly way too big for you as you danced to your favorite song and sang along with every word using the wooden spoon you were stirring with as a microphone. He wouldn’t hesitate to grab a spatula and join your little jam session. He was amazed at you not missing a word while a he practically bit his tongue not knowing the lyrics. He didn’t care he was having to much fun, both of your laughter filled the room as you two got carried away singing and dancing together forgetting about the now burnt eggs in the pan.

“Ow….. I think I bit my tongue y/n” he said in between laughter. 

Originally posted by taesverynofun

Jungkook

This boy would be Jungshooked. He would be amazed not daring to interrupt your dance/singing session while you prepared breakfast for the both of them. You were wearing one of his many over sized white t-shirts with only a pair of panties under. Jungkook nearly choked on his spit when he realised you weren’t wearing a bra. He eyes were literally on the verge of popping out of their sockets as you started to jump up and down to the beat causing a lot of ‘movement’.  You froze in your spot not expecting to see such a flustered Kookie basically imagining you without the slightly sheer material covering your body.

“Kookie stop staring!" 

 "Huh….. I’m not staring” he would mumble continuing to stare.

Originally posted by uhhquareeus

Andrew’s and Neil’s heights have never been more than a small inconvenience. 

That is, until they move in together.

  • King the cat gets scared because of a package being delivered into the house and ends up jumping up on a rafter stretching across the ceiling.
  • Which King then can’t get down from.
  • Neil and Andrew obviously can’t reach a rafter and can’t seem to coax him to jump into their arms.
  • They try for what feels like an endless hour standing on chairs and couches and boxes and step stools attempting to convince King to jump into the box they are holding.
  • Just please take a moment to imagine two very short boys holding up random flat surfaced items and still not even being close to reaching the cat.

Keep reading

Headcanons about the Inquisition Members: cooking during a mission

Cassandra: she can’t properly cook a whole meal, but she can roast meat without charring it, and she’s not bad in cutting the vegetables. She has no patient in dosing the ingredients, but she rarely goes wrong. Divine Justinia tought her how to bake. She’s not the greatest baker, but she’s happy when she does it, because the scent of bread remind her her old friend. She also likes making simple sandwiches, mostly with ham and cheese. She counts it as “cooking”. 

Dorian: he has never had to cook before the Inquisition, and he is not very interested in it. But, when they’re outside Skyhold and it’s his turn to feed the companions, he can improvise tasty soups, thanks a little book he has found in the Hinterlands. He doesn’t want to poison them, after all. He likes improvising, however, adding herbs and fresh vegetables, if possible. He toasts the bread too, keeping it warm thanks his magic. Of course, he makes sure to chose the proper wine for every soup.

The Iron Bull: he can cook well, especially meat, but he has a preference for fish. He knows a lot of  types and how to cook them in the best way. He has a thing for spicy food, but knowing that not all his companions share this, he just let the spices’ container where everybody can serve themselves. When he cooks, he’s so quiet and focused that the others are surprised, seeing him tasting carefully little bites of the dish, humming a wordless song.

Solas: he cooks only if no one else offers to do it. He doesn’t seem enjoying it particularly, but he’s always ready to share advices and tales about how he learnt this or that recipe. He puts the food in the plates mixing colors in a very pleasant way, artistic also in this, and even if he just nods politely, seems very pleased when someone asks for a second portion. Even if he doesn’t like tea, he knows how to make different types of it, which can help the others to sleep or soothe the pain after a battle.

Varric: he does know tons of recipes. But cooking is not only about reading instructions. He is amused by his own inhability to cook something decent beside sandwiches and broth. He can’t roast properly the meat, it’s too hard outside and almost raw inside, let alone the fish. He cooks very basic meals, chopping vegetables and giving his friends dried meat, a thing he always makes sure is fully stocked in their camps.

Blackwall: he’s the king of the stew. He loves cooking for the others, chatting with them while the meat is smoking and the special sauce is boiling. He has a thing for sauces and knows quite a lot of recipes. He can cook something tasty even if he has just a handful of ingredients, and he cooks enough to have a second round for everybody. His food is always strong and the portions almost too big.

Cole: he asks to learn how to cook, but it’s difficult for his friends because the young spirit always talks too much with the meal, not paying a great attention to his teachers. He likes helping the others, however, bringing them what they need even before they can realize it. Often, he personalizes what they cook, adding something sweet here, something spicy there, as he knows it makes them happy. If they have a rough mission, he appears with a basket of little pastries. Nobody knows where he picks them, but they’re happy he does.

Sera: she bakes cookies, of course, and they’re not so bad when she focuses enough to avoid to swap sugar with salt. When she has to cook, she grumbles and huffs, throwing ingredients in a pot, the flames too high. Sometimes she burns the meal, other times she just makes toasted bread and butter, with a little honey on it. She prefers hunting the dinner than cooking it.

Vivienne: for her, the necessity of cooking is a novelty, and although she’s not particularly happy about this, she applies strongly to be able to do it at her best. She learns how to make some vegetables soups and how to cook properly meat and fish. She’s not the greatest cook, but the food is always good, even if a bit too light. She uses her magic to keep the hot beverages pleasently warm, when they’re in cold places, whipping personally some cream in them.

BONUS

Scout Harding: she doesn’t like cooking, not at all, but she never complains. Her mother taught her how to bake and made a decent meal with simple ingredients, and Harding’s roasted ram is pretty famous. Eating mostly dried food, she makes sure to have fresh fruit and vegetables for her and her team at least twice a week  . She always has a couple of raisins biscuits in her satchel. They taste like home.

Cullen: the only time he goes with them on a mission, they tease him about cooking. He surprises them all, making an excellent omelette, with cheese and fresh herbs, and using the leftovers of a previous meal to cook a savory stew. He blushes, explaining Templars taught him, when he was a recruit, and he still remembers some tricks from his mother.

Knight - Captain Rylen: even if he’s an official, Rylen does his part, but his food is basically half - burnt bread or boiled eggs. He once cooks a special soup from Starkhaven, adding enough garlic to scare a demon with his breath. When the Inquisitor senDs proper cooks, it’s a happy day in the Western Approach.

"death by coffee" and other search queries | steve/tony

rated T, no warnings, ~2.8k
[ao3]

In a single, typical day, thousands of search queries filter through JARVIS’s security system, half of which, the AI is certain, is due to a certain Mister Barton who carries a compulsion to Google nearly anything and everything. It is rare that JARVIS dwells on any of them, unless they have been specifically flagged before. There are almost always more pressing issues to attend to.

It is on a Thursday afternoon that JARVIS catches one in particular: how to ask someone on a date. JARVIS immediately drops his current queue of actions (because Mister Barton certainly knows how to microwave popcorn after approximately two million loaded search results) and follows the query to…

Mister Rogers’s tablet? JARVIS detects him sitting the lounge. Ah.

JARVIS has this search query flagged after Sir, once very drunk with a contact list of very single Hollywood stars, performed the search and decided that the best way to ask a question was loudly and boldly, for all to see. (In other words, attempting to replace the letters STARK with HEY ANGELINA SEVEN PM TOMORROW? It was, by all of JARVIS’s classifications, a horrid idea, not only because the tower did not have the circumference to fit so many letters, but also because Sir nearly succumbed to the eighty-nine-point-three percent chance of plummeting to his death.)

Luckily, he finds Mister Rogers not inebriated. He detects a thirty-point-one percent increase in the man’s heart rate and one of his nervous tics, tapping his foot against the floor, but Mister Rogers otherwise appears to be in a clear state of mind. In fact, he is staring very intently at the screen.

Keep reading

7 minutes in heaven {pt.2}

PART 1

pairing; jungkook x reader | taehyung x reader
genre; angst,romance
word count; 6.8k
warnings; mild/strong language

[x cr]
A/N; sorry that it has taken me MONTHS to post this second part, i was really struggling with the story line here :( i hope you are able to enjoy it nonetheless, pls like and reblog as it helps me out a lot <3

Keep reading

2

Undercoin_ Chapter 2. Edge in the Rus’ kitchen.

  • Underswap Papryus as “Detective Rus S. Honeypot”
  • Underfell Papryus as “Hitman Edge T. Fellion”

 This is a scene from the Undercoin chapter 2. Edge is thinking about what happened last night. … The egg is burnt..!! >:0

 If you want to know what happened ‘last night’, read the Chapter 1! But you must be 21 years old or over! :0


Co-collaboration of Undertale AU UnderCoin [ Chapter.1 / Chapter.2 ]

Art by @baepsae10
 Story concept by @doctor-maelstrom

Smut adviser @sinnyskelle

Beta readers list
@deleriousfromcoffee@selene-shadow@baepsae10
@sinnyskelle

Sexual Tension - Bucky Barnes x Reader - Chapter 6

Originally posted by b-n-a-o

Summary: (Y/N) transfers to a new university only to find out her new teacher is a hot jackass. Heated words are tossed back and forth but it ends up making them gravitate even closer.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader!

Word count: 2.2K

Warning: little different than usual, lots of curse words and lots of fighting but it’s petty cute fights and shows how close they are and how much they love each other, ok?????/?/?/?/?/?/ thanks !!!

A/NTHE LAST CHAPTER DIDNT LET ME TAG HALF OF THE TAGS SO PLEASE CHECK AND SEE IF YOU READ IT !! (:

more notes lol: WAS going to do a horrible angst fic, THEN was going to do a loki soulmate one, NOW IM UPDATING SEXUAL TENSION
Also request are open! I’m open to anything as long as it’s not morally wrong but YK I’m open to a lot of things !! (;

Masterlist

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

The last thing you expected was spending you day off with your professor. You didn’t necessarily complain about it though, you both completely cancelled any plans for the day and just hung out around your apartment. At first it was fun and games, until you both fought like 5 year olds and almost burned the whole building down.

“I wanted to make us breakfast! I’m not good at this stuff!” Your hands raise in the air for defense against the laughing man across from you.

“You didn’t have to tell me that! I already knew!” He pointed to the pan on the stove before bending over in laughter.

“I’m sorry! This didn’t goes as planned!” You dragged your hands to the side of your head in frustration while eyeing down your now crying guest and burnt eggs. He finally stopped laughing before covering his smile with his hands and pointing at the ‘food’.

“Did you come to that conclusion from the fact that everything was just on fire?”

You had to admit, you were a bit grumpy but maybe it was leftover mood from when he took your whole queen sized bed from you earlier that morning.

“I swear to god James if you don’t give me at least 5% of my bed, I’m making you sleep on the floor!” Half of your body was falling off the bed, if it weren’t for his grip on your waist, you’d be on the cold hard ground.

“Just make me your mattress, babe.” His arms pulled you to the point where your whole body was laying on top of his, and he wasn’t the definition of comfortable, or at least not in the position.

“FOR FUCKS SAKES JAMES!”

You had to admit, you have no idea what put you both in such a childish mood. It may have made the day funnier but overall it was you both just bickering over stupid, petty things like an old couple on a hot summer day.

“I thought you said you were going to do the dishes for me.” Your arms rested on your hips as you focused your gaze at the man. He didn’t move an inch, he was too fixated on playing the video game you offered him an hour earlier.

“I thought you said that since I’m your guest you would do them?” His eyes didn’t leave the screen, he was too busy trying to win the round.

“Well, you fucking thought wrong, pretty boy.” A smile played on your lips as you threw the towel at his head, covering his eyes and making him lose.

“Seriously?? I would have won the trophy!”

Although it was funny to see him whine and do your chores, the aftermath was horrible. You hated it and boy did he enjoy ever second of it.

“How dare you do that to me!” You dramatically tossed the controller onto the group before ripping the blanket off of Bucky and pulling it over your head in despair.

“It’s a game, (Y/N), besides you made me lose not even 30 minutes ago by tossing a dirty rag in my face.” You felt his arms tug the thick blanket surrounding you but you wouldn’t budge. You refused to move until he apologized for doing something so horrible to you.

“It’s not just a game! You hit me with a red shell as soon as I was going to cross the finish line! I would have been first! It’s not fair!” Your knees touched your chest as you complained in a kid-like fashion.

“Aw come here, let me comfort you.” His arms found your hips hidden beneath the covers before lifting your body and pulling you into his lap.

“Not until you say sorry!” His hands found the opening of the blanket and tugged on it until he found your face. Your head poked out in disgust before crawling back to the other side of the couch.

“Jesus Christ, (Y/N). It’s Mario Kart. Also are you going to completely avoid the fact that there were 4 rounds and you beat me in every round but the last one because I hit you with that shell? Overall you still won!” He was laughing as he tried to pull you back towards him by your feet.

“Say sorry!”

The asshole never said sorry. Yeah, so what if you won, but 4-0 is so much better than 3-1. You weren’t going to let him have it. So what did you do? Tried your best to annoy him.

“Can you please stop!” His hands were holding his head. He was trying to read this forum for his job while it was silent in the room, but you wouldn’t let him have it. Well, not until he apologize to you. You stopped for a moment before staring at him with a smirk, taking a sip from the straw in your drink.

He smiled in a sigh of relief from the silence you gave him. “Thank you!”

“99 bottles of beer on the wall! 99 bottles of beer! Take one down, pass it around! 98 bottles of beer on the wall!” Off-key, man was your tone so off-key, but who cared? Well, clearly he did. That’s really all you needed though. While singing the song loudly, a smile played on your lips.

”(Y/N)!“

After that whole fiasco, it led you and him to your currently clingy and youthful mood. It was a silent hour of just cuddling on your couch with legs intertwined. You both were scrolling down multiple social media pages on your cellular devices without speaking a word. The silence eventually killed him, so he tried to start a civil conversation. Of course, it turned out to be just another stupid arguement.

"Did you watch the news today?” His face was inches from yours, his hot breath hitting your lips. The side of your mouth tugged up, giving him a smirk.

“Was it about you apologizing for cheating in Mario kart?” You shifted your body, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“No, I didn’t even chea-“ Small wrinkles formed as he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and defense.

“Then I don’t care, go fuck yourself.” Letting go of your close hold on him, only to ignore whatever he was saying to continue scrolling over old photos on Facebook.

His hand snatched the device from your hand and stared at the thing that was taking your attention away from him. He made a face of anger, confusion and a pinch of jealousy. It was a photo of you and a guy, he seemed around the same age as you. Dark brown hair, green eyes and gripping hands around your waist. You both were smiling to your hearts content with arms linking around each other.

“Who the fuck is he?” His wrist turned, allowing you to see the familiar photo.

“Oh god, James. You sure will be the death of me.” You grabbed the phone and clicked the tag on the ’mysterious’ man in the photo, his profile soon popped up. “Scott Lang, he’s my cousin.”

“Sure he is!” His arm slide under your back before pulling you closer to him in a dominant and overprotective way. “I know how you have a thing for men who are tall, with dark hair and light eyes!”

“Bloody hell, James. That’s my cousin! You know what, to prove it to you, I’ll call him right now!” You exited out of Facebook before clicking your contacts and typing in his name.

“How will I know if it’s actually him?”

“Dude, I’ll let you see the contact photo and name.”

“Don’t you dude me.” You rolled your eyes before clicking Scotts contact and practically shoving the device in his face.

“Look, look. Scott Lang. Cousin! And….. dialing!”

While the phone started to ring, you hit speaker and lifted it between you and Bucky so he could hear the conversation. It rung a few more times before a click was heard and a familiar voice came through.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hey Scotty!” A huge smile was spread onto your face as you heard the voice of your favorite cousin.

“Oh hey, (Y/N). Wow, I haven’t talked to you in ages! Sure is reassuring to hear your voice.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same thing! I was just wanting to ask a quick question!”

“Oh yeah? Ask away.” Scott was always so open to things, that’s why you loved him so much.

“We’re first cousins, right? Like my mom and your dad are siblings, right?” A giggle escaped your lips before you quickly covered your mouth with a hand.

“Uh…. yeah? Did you forget or something?” The confusion in his voice was noticeable, and man did you find that hilarious.

“Oh no, I was just looking at old photos and someone happened to see the photo of us two and claimed you were my boyfriend, or significant other or something.”

“Oh, yikes. No, we’re cousins, if that… person is listening.” His award tone rung through the phone, you sure did miss how awkward he is.

“Oh he is, thanks Scotty! By the way, we gotta meet up soon. I miss you a lot, bud. Talk to you later?”

The call soon ended with small goodbyes. You lifted yourself from the couch before eyeing down the embarrassed James. You took your leg and placed it over his body and straddled him.

“Men who are tall, with dark hair and light eyes, huh? I’ll give you that. I’m a sucker for anything, though.” The same smirk from before was visible on your lips, you leaned your body down to where your faces were centimeters apart.

“Don’t act like I don’t know what type of men you like, just compare the similarities between me and Jacob Mcevoy and you’ll have it all down. I don’t know why but you act like every man with those characteristics are gods most beautiful creations.”

“James McAvoy. It’s not that hard you know? But… do you want to know what’s truly beautiful?” You poked your finger against his chest as he let out a small chuckle. His hands lifted to your sides before slowly caressing your skin and settling at your hips.

“Oh lord, don’t be cheesy and say it’s me.” He gave you a cheeky smile while a tint of pink rises to his face.

“Good because was going to say Tom Hiddleston. Tall, oh boy is he tall. Dark-ish hair, depends on what movie your watching, and his beautiful blue eyes. What I’d give just to be in the same room as that man.” You dramatically sat up and set your hands on his chest lightly. Your eyes were wide with a sparkling sensation, obviously trying to tick off the man beneath you. His whole smile dropped, you could feel his irritation radiate off his skin.

“At this point I should just go talk to myself in the mirror instead of talking to you, it’s the only way I can have a intelligent conversation, I mean clearly I’m more attracted than Jacob Mcevoy or Ron Littleston.”

“Littleston is probably the most ironic name you could give him.” You chuckled at your own little innuendo before continuing. “And go ahead, I don’t care what you think!”

“Oh really?” The grip on your waist was still there and getting harder by the second. Within seconds he pulled you back down to his body with a playful look.

“Yeah, I find it hard to relate with people who pronounce the ‘g’ in lasagna.”

'Easy.’ You thought to yourself.

“Um, excuse me. Aren’t you the one who pronounces bologna like buh-log-nuh?”

'Damnit! Never mind.’ You thought giggling to yourself, overlooking this whole situation and seeing how dumb you both were. It’s like you guys were made for each other.

“Touché!”

“So we’re even, right?” “Mhmm”

Your face found its way to the crook of his neck while you let out the approving hum. His hands ran up to the top of your back and to the bottom while your hands massaged his scalp by playing with his hair.

“Good, because I may or may not have been invited to a family dinner in a few days and I’m bringing you as my date so they’ll stop bugging me about Dolores.” You lifted your head before staring into his eyes.

“Aw! Are you, James Buchanan Barnes, asking me out?”

“You know what? I’ll take it back! I’m sure Dolores would love to come with me.” He began to sit up and lifted you off of him, before he had the chance you pushed him back down and sat in the same position as before.

“There is no way in hell I’d let you go with Dolores, I’d feel too bad!” His hands found his way back to your bottom and back.

“So, you’ll go with me right? You’ll have to dress up all fancy, if you don’t have anything like that I can buy you something.” His tone went from joking to serious, you knew your best option was to go with him. You were always there for him, you would always support him. If that meant possibly embarrassing yourself in front of his entire family; then so be it. If you’re going to be an embarrassing mess then you’ll be his embarrassing mess.

“No. I have this dress I got for my last birthday that’ll work. So yeah, I’ll go. Anything for you, James.” Your comment made his teeth shine. You couldn’t help it, as much as you both fought and bickered, you loved him too much. You’d never want to put him in harms way.

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Sexual Tension Tags-
@dinorapreira @mariah-notcarey17 @irepeldirt @lloeppky @buckybisexualbarnesofthe107th @modestlyconfused @g0back2bed @grunge-crybabies @crybabyscum @misscherryberry @httperrornicole @astronominalfarts @ktrivia @socialheartbreak @softwhispers @catbunbun @mmauricee @learisa @21hamstreet @evakhlr @ginger-wayward-assbutt @peachyhoneyy @bellastellaluna @crazy4thewinbros @satans-knitting-club @curlyexpat @bunnymother93 @thewinterbro @marvel-fanfiction @walkingtravesty97 @brokenanxiety @jessevans
-
[DID I FORGET YOU? Let me know! Want to be tagged? Let me know! Crossed off names are ones that Tumblr didn’t let me tag!]

Just One Bite

Pairing: Shin Hoseok | Wonho X Reader

Genre: Fluff, smutty undertones

Word Count: 2K

Summary:  There isn’t a particular reason for it, the vibrant colors blooming prettily against his skin, sometimes a pretty pale pink, like his lips, or lilac like his soft hair. It’s become something comfortable for the two of you, something you could return to.

OR

You really, really like biting Hoseok.

Note: Title is Regretted. Very much so.

Originally posted by wonhontology

The first time you press one of those soft velvety kisses to his collar bone, it’s in the heat of the moment. The two of you are huddled on the couch, wrapped up in a shared blanket to regulate heat, and you can’t help but notice the faint sliver of skin peeking out from under the collar of his shirt. It looks so nice and soft, so you just go for it, not stopping to think about how he’d feel about it.

Which is why you’re taken by surprise when he shivers, tilting his head invitingly, almost in an involuntary encouragement for you to trail your lips further along the smooth expanse of his neck.

His eyes have fluttered shut, long dark eyelashes resting stark against his cheekbone, and he looks so at peace like this, waiting for you, that emotion chokes your throat.

Keep reading

Speak Now, Part 10 (Jughead x Reader)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Imagine: It’s the day before Jughead and Betty’s wedding and you’re determined to make the best of it.

A/N: @jasmineladjevardi beta-read on this yet again! She is awesome!


You awoke to a lovingly annoying Jughead jumping on you like a little boy on Christmas morning.

“Wake up,” he whined.

You groaned, grabbing the nearest pillow and smacking him in the face. “Where’s the snooze button….”

Jughead flopped down next to you. “There’s no time for a snooze button, (Y/N)! It’s my last day as a free man.” He paused. “I say that jokingly of course, in total recognition of the concept’s misogyny.”

You sat up. “Crap. You’re right.”

Jughead raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”

You laughed off your nervousness and dread. “…you’re right, Jughead. We have to make this the best day ever!” You said halfheartedly. You jumped out of bed, Jughead following eagerly after you. “…after I get ready.” You slammed the bathroom door in his face with a smug grin.

After shutting the door, you slowly slid to the floor, hiding your face in your hands.

“Crap. He’s right.”

It was officially one day until Jughead Jones III and Elizabeth Cooper would be legally married until death do them part.

And you still hadn’t told him you were in love with him.

Keep reading

Crack Our Broken Records

I, an artist, wrote something for the 13th Dannyversary, and by wrote something I mean I’ve had this sitting in my docs for half a year and decided it was time to finish it

The alternate title is “Family Takes Four Thousand Words to Start a Conversation and They Don’t Even Finish it by the end” but that’s a little too long

Also there’s some really vague and small headcanons thrown in here but just a heads up.

read it on FFN l AO3



“Jack?”

The man in question hummed noncommittally at his wife, much more focused on the mess of wires and metal seated on the table beneath his hands.

“Jack.”

His fingers slipped on the slick metal, the wires falling from his hands and connecting in a shower of sparks. Dropping his head into his hands, Jack groaned. Maddie shifted her frying pan between her hands, allowing her to reach over to her husband.

“Jack, honey, give it a rest. You need to take a break.”

Keep reading

“Am I allowed to kiss you or is that too foward?” - First date with Tom (imagine)

sorry this sucks so much sdfkjh it’s midterms at my college and my brain is literal junk rn. don’t attend college kids (jkjk) i also redid this a few times bc i didn’t like it lmao. SO SORRY AGAIN

summary: It was inevitable that Y/N and Tom would end up together. They’ve been best friends for what seems like forever, it was bound that the two would fall for each other. Of course, Tom made the first move. It took a while, but he did it. With the help of Harrison’s constant nagging of him “being a wuss.” Reverse psychology does wonders for Tom. Especially since now he has his first date with Y/N today. 

warning: fluff?? idk 

word count: 943 (sorry its so fricken short)

requested: yes!! (thank u for being the first to request anon bc i got excited af)  

Keep reading

meanwhile, I wake up
in the dress I wore to my grandma’s funeral 
4 years ago and it still fits perfectly,
the black clinging in a way 
that it shouldn’t with how I have grown
yet simultaneously figured out the secret
to carving pieces of myself away,
the only way to make room for the grief 


my hands shake in ways that they never knew,
the condensation of the coffee cup baffling
as though it has been sitting on the counter
waiting for the brewer to return for too long 
and it slips out of my hands when I try 
to take a sip, I too, shatter
into a mess to be cleaned up by someone else,
the smell of burnt eggs hits my face 
and no one has been cooking


this morning is not a morning, not a beginning.
the sun does not creep up over the horizon,
in fact, there is nothing visible 
across the line of the yard except for 
the hummingbird feeder full of red-
if I were better I would know it was not blood
that drips into the divots, but I am not better- 
Grandma comes up behind me 
like the blur of wings moving too fast 
to tell me that it is time for bed 


today, there is an anniversary, a nightmare,
and memories that may not be mine.
meanwhile, I am still mourning.

—  breakfasts with Olive || O.L.