A/N: Still new to writing this ship, hope y’all enjoy it! XOXO
Jensen wakes up to sunlight peeking around the edges of the curtains and an empty bed. The pillow next to him is still dented from Jared’s head, and there’s warm, damp air floating from the hotel bathroom.
Jensen stretches for a moment, then gets up and heads to the bathroom, not even bothering to grab his boxers from the pile of laundry on the floor. When he gets to the door, he stops and quietly leans against it, just watching. He’s already half-hard just from waking up, but it only takes a few seconds of this view to get him all the way there.
Lukas nudges closer to him, his hands
still stuffed into his own pockets.
Philip looks up at him, his teeth
chattering. They watch the line moving slowly. They’re waiting for their favorite
hot chocolate in the city, at this little pop-up shop that only comes around
during the winter. The cold is beyond what they were expecting today, and
Philip isn’t nearly prepared enough.
Because, honestly, this guy… I can’t deal with him, HE’S SO FRIGGIN’ CUTE AND OVER-DRAMATIC, LOOK AT HIS POSE, LOOK AT HIS EXPRESSION, LOOK AT THE WAY HE HOLDS YURIJ.
YURIJ LET GEORGIJ LIFT HIM TOWARD THE CUP (is this some kind of “I couldn’t beat Viktor, so, AVENGE ME, SON” “Just hold my flower, Gosha
(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ✿“ “KICK HIS ASS, SON
I’m honestly even more convinced he’s somehow the over-dramatic and über-protective “mom” of the Team Russia - and their make-up consultant, I’ll talk about Yurij’s make-up for the EX, one day. But fandom had already made the most beautiful headcanons on this matter.
THEY’RE SO LONG
ARE THEY EVEN REAL?!
WHAT KIND OF MASCARA DOES HE USE?
THESE ARE THE EYELASHES OF THE SADDEST AND MOST BEAUTIFUL SLEEPING PRINCESS OF THE WHOLE KINGDOM.
I’m so happy for this official image, I just need a minute to elaborate properly.
MORE THAN A MINUTE.
(headcanons about the Russian Fam will follow in the next days, whoops)
bucky: *in the uniform, seriously discussing things* steve, your serum isn’t as potent anymore, i should take over as cap
steve: *clad in only his polka-dot pajama pants* why don’t you come over here and FEEL just how POTENT it is, eh buck? get it? *flexes* *probably drapes himself on his bed invitingly, flutters his eyelashes, pouts prettily*
bucky: jesus christ why do i even try to talk business
omg so for graduation the school gives everyone a candle that has their name on it and they only told us this today and that we can’t get a name on it other than the name in the school records, unless we have some proper reason because of family stuff or if everyone knows you by a different name or something idk and I was sitting there like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! trying to think of how to explain with my name, but I was thinking… okay, so there’s still almost two months until we graduate so that’s okay… but then the teacher was like ‘oh and if you’re gonna ask to get your name changed on it, you have to let me know BY THE END OF THIS WEEK’ and I was just like AHHHHH BUT IT’S ALREADY WEDNESDAY OMG and then she said she’d have to speak to those peoples’ house coordinators and my house coordinator SUCKS and I DO NOT want her to know anything about me and I would usually talk to the assistant principal who is the only teacher who knows I’m trans, but she’s on leave or on holiday or something and I am STRESSED AS FUCK about this damn.
@pheylan13 said: Are you talking about the AU prompts? Here - “We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU. Because you’re fic is awesome and I might be the person seen through the window. Steve and Bucky, if it so pleases you.
Bucky always walks to his dorm on the south side of the building, even if it’s a little out of the way. He tries to tell himself it’s because the path is more scenic, and in one way, it is.
“SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT WHAT YOU REALLY REALLY WANT,” he hears a voice yell.
Bucky smiles as he sneaks a peak through the window of the second room on the first floor of the south side dorm.
“I WANNA HA I WANNA HA I WANNA HA I WANNA HA…”
Bucky smiles, watching the blond guy shake his hips, his flannel pajama bottoms sinking down on his thin hips. His eyes are shut behind his glasses, and his earbuds are in, which may be the reason why he so unselfconsciously belts hits by Britney Spears, Oasis, and today, The Spice Girls.
Bucky walks by this place as often as he can, but has only actually glimpsed the guy a half a dozen times. But he’s never disappointed. There’s something so candid and unbridled about the guy and his dancing, and it almost takes Bucky’s stress away just to watch. If it weren’t completely creepy, he’d stay and watch for longer, not just glance.
It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t pause underneath the window to tie his shoe, just to take an extra few seconds at the guy’s window.
When he straightens back up, he takes one final look towards the window, and—
The guy’s eyes fly open and his cheeks go red. “Wh-what?” he stutters out, pulling his earbuds out. He doesn’t pause the music, and Bucky can hear its tinny noise still. He must’ve had that music on really, really loudly.
Part of Bucky wants to run, but he squares his shoulders and smiles. “That song’s my jam,” he says, and boy oh boy, he’s really channeling the nineties here.
The guy goes even redder. “You don’t gotta make fun of me, okay?”
Bucky takes a step closer, careful to avoid the bushes directly underneath the window. “I’m not, I swear,” Bucky says. “I like your taste of music; it’s the same stuff I listen to when I’m havin’ a bad day.”
The guy looks up through his eyelashes, and Jesus. They’re long. “Really?”
Bucky nods. “I’m Bucky,” he says.
Bucky smiles. “Wanna go out dancin’ with me sometime, Steve?”
“No, creepy stranger,” Steve says. Chagrined, Bucky takes a step back and readies an apology. “But,” Steve adds, looking down again. “Coffee, maybe? We could do that?”
Bucky has to bite down on his lip to keep himself from grinning. “Definitely, yeah, whenever,” he says. “I really really really wanna make you a cup.”
There’s a long pause.
“That was terrible,” Steve says, before he erupts into laughter.
Ashton is the schools reject and you secretly hook up with him
warning contains smut
You looked up as your friend Carter slammed a boy into the lockers. It wasn’t surprising, you hung out with the cool kids and they typically bullied everyone that wasn’t cool. Some kids got it worse though. Your eyes caught those of the boy whose face was being smashed into the locker. You swallowed and quickly looked away, it was Ashton Irwin. He had never done anything wrong and if people took the time to look at him he was gorgeous. He had hazel eyes that were always more green than brown, sandy hair, and if you were being honest he had a killer body, but he was a total reject, talking to Ashton would be social suicide. At least those were your thoughts on the matter. You snuck one last peek at Ashton meeting his eye once again before turning around and carrying on with your day.
The final bell rang and you started making your way to the place you went every Tuesday. Your friend Ashley called out, “y/n, aren’t you coming we’re all going to Pete’s to hang out?”
“No I can’t its Tuesday remember,” you replied and Ashley understood. She didn’t know where you were going, nobody did, but for the last two and a half months every Tuesday you passed on hanging out with your friends to go somewhere else. You made your way through the back streets making sure not to be seen and when you finally arrived at your destination you knocked on the back door waiting nervously. A few moments later Ashton opened the door and not saying a word started making his way to his room. He didn’t say anything to you but you knew to follow. “Hey,” you said standing at his bedroom door.
“Hey,”Ashton glared at you from edge of his bed.
“Ashton,” you sighed making your way to him running your thumb across his cheek. A bruise was starting to form where Carter had mashed him into the lockers. You swallowed the lump in your throat knowing that your friends caused him all this pain and you didn’t do a single thing to stop them. You put your legs on either side of him so you were straddling him and his hands automatically made their way to your hips.
“Y/n,” Ashton hesitated like he wasn’t sure whether to tell you what was on his mind or not.
“Yeah,” you replied looking up from his lips to meet his eyes. You bit your lip anxious to hear what he had to say. You knew Ashton wanted to talk about what was going on between you two but you kept putting it off. Ashton was your little brother’s tutor. You knew he went to your school and that your friends picked on him but you never paid much attention to him until you had to pick up your brother from tutoring one day. Your mom was running late and asked if you could go to Ashton’s house and get your brother, having nothing better to do you agreed. When you arrived Ashton opened the door and you were immediately taken back at how good looking he was. “I’m here for my brother,” you said unable to take your gaze off of him. You thought he was going to go right in and get him but he leaned against the door frame looking you up and down.
“You’re y/n, right?”
“I am,” you swallowed his intense gaze making you nervous.
“You’re friends are assholes,” he stated blankly.
You didn’t know why he had this affect on you, but he got under your skin, yeah your friends could be jerks but deep down they were good people. Your nervous expression turned sour and you scowled at him, “It’s not very nice of you to say things like that.”
“Yeah well the things they do to me aren’t very nice either,” he chuckled at your defending them. Somehow the two of you ended up face to face and once you realized how close you were your lips just gravitated to each other. Electricity ran through both of you, and you knew this wasn’t going to be a one time thing. The next day at school you were going to ask about him when one of your friends “accidentally” bumped into him and made Ashton spill his lunch on himself. That moment you decided to keep whatever was going on between you and Ashton a secret. Now here you were almost three months later still avoiding defining your and Ashton’s relationship. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rolled your hips on his.
“Fuck,” he muttered flipping you over so he was on top of you, pinning your hands above your neck. You bit your lip and avoided eye contact knowing your distraction hadn’t worked. He lowered his voice down to a whisper, “y/n, please look at me.” You blinked your eyes up at him staring at him through your eyelashes. “Jesus you’re pretty,” he groaned completely forgetting what he was going to say. He lowered his lips to meet yours stopping just before they touched. You groaned frustrated and leaned up to close the gap between you two. He always did this and you hated it, he always made you make the first move. It gave him some sort of pleasure knowing you needed him as much as he needed you. He slipped his tongue in your mouth grabbing your hips and rising them to meet his. Your heated make out session quickly turned into something more and before you knew Ashton was pulling your shirt over your head while you reached for the button of his jeans. Once again he flipped you over so you were on top and you moved your lips away from his mouth and started kissing along his jaw making your way to where the bruise had formed. Hopefully your kisses were enough to show Ashton how sorry you were for never sticking up for him. You trailed down his chest leaving butterfly kisses along the way and stopped right above his boxers leaving a big kiss just above the place he need you most. It drove him crazy, Ashton was mesmerized by everything you did, you were perfect and he needed you. “Fuck y/n, I need you,” he thrusted his hips up making his point clear. You palmed his dick moving your mouth closer and closer to the base. You moved your mouth and pressed a sweet kiss on the tip of his dick, earning a groan from him. You swirled your tongue around him making sure to get it nice and wet. Slowly you started inching him into your mouth gagging when he hit the back of your throat. Ashton let out a throaty moan at the feeling of your hot mouth around him. He pulled your hair and thrusted his hips in your face, fucking your mouth. He felt the muscles in his stomach tensing and he knew he needed to stop or else he’d come in you mouth and not get to fuck you. He brought you up to kiss his mouth and started rubbing you through your panties. A moan escaped your lips when Ashton’s thumb found your clit and you kissed him harder grinding down on his hand trying to get all the friction possible. He slipped a finger inside of you making you a hot moaning mess. He brought you closer and closer to the edge and when you were on the brink he pulled his hand away from you.
“ASHTON,” you cried frustrated at the loss of contact slamming your hands to his chest.
He placed his hands on top of yours intertwining your fingers. “What do you want y/n.” You groaned, all you wanted at this very moment was Ashton inside of you filling you up. “If you don’t tell me what you want I can’t give it to you,” Ashton grinded his hips on yours just once. You through your head back unable to take much more of this. You were so close to the edge and Ashton just left you hanging. You tried squeezing your legs shut to get some pressure but Ashton placed his in between them making sure they stayed wide open.
You cried out desperately, “You Ashton! I need you. Please Ashton, I need you so bad.” He inserted himself inside of you and you nearly cried from the relief. He pounded into you throwing your legs over his shoulder. He had never been like this but it was exactly what you needed. You didn’t know why Ashton was being so rough, maybe he was really upset that you didn’t stick up for him, but he had never been better in bed. Dominant Ashton was a good Ashton. You bit down on his shoulder trying to conceal you moans.
“Don’t to that,” he said slamming into you harder, “I want everyone to hear how much you need me, how I’m the one that makes you feel this good.” You moaned loudly with each trust raking your nails down his back. You both reached you high shortly after and you cuddled into Ashton’s side planting a soft kiss on his jaw. He wrapped his arms around your waist mindlessly tracing circles on your stomach “I’m sorry if I was too rough,” Ashton said softly.
“It’s okay,” you assured him, “I probably deserved it after today.”
“No,” Ashton said, “I’m sorry. I just get so frustrated your friends make my life a living hell and you just stand there and watch.”
“I know I’m sorry.”
“I know I know just could you tell them to lay off, please.”
“Of course,” you said leaning up to kiss him.
The next day at school you were sitting at the lunch table with your friends when you noticed Ashley staring at something. “Who are you creeping on now Ash,” you asked not bothering to turn around. It was probably some poor sophomore Ashley had a thing for younger guys.
“Aston Irwin,” she said making you choke on your water.
“What.” Surely you hadn’t heard right. There was no way she said Ashton Irwin.
“You know Ashton Irwin the kid who Carter and Pete are always picking on, he’s got curly hair and green eyes. He’s pretty cute if you look at him.” You stared blankly at your friend. Who did she think she was checking out Ashton, he was yours. Of course you would never let anybody know that. Besides Ashton has hazel eyes not green ones. She didn’t really care about him she would just use him and then he’d get bullied even worse after she dumped him. Still the thought of Ashley and Ashton made you more jealous than it should have.
“Oh my god no way Ashley he’s a total reject, why would you even go there,” you said louder than you meant to catching the attention of the rest of the table.
“Why would who even go where?” Your friend Peter asked.
“Nothing I was just talking about that kid Ashton,” Ashley responded.
“Why the guy’s a freak,” Carter said joining the conversation.
“Yeah Ash,” he said a little hurt, he’d always had a crush on her. “You should see what we have planned for him after school,” he said high-fiving Carter.
“Yeah the kids gonna regret ever coming to school here,” Carter added. You remembered what you had promised Ashton yesterday, that you would tell your friends to lay off. Then you remembered how good Ashton had been in bed and bit your tongue. Maybe after today Ashton would be even more dominant in the bedroom.
i’m not really happy with this but I haven’t posted anything in a while