damn he wanted to return to the game

Me Time (emilyevanstan’s blogiversary)

#39. Me time. Bucky x Reader

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, masturbation, reader performing uh, manual sex (I don’t know how to describe a hand job), swear words (cuz I’m a potty mouth)

Summary: Bucky constantly talks about ‘me time’ and Reader is dying to find out what exactly he does.

WC 1440

AN I really wanted to make this as filthy as possible as homage to @emilyevanston but it’s not nearly at her level. I tried!
This fic is written as a one shot for @emilyevanston ‘s 1 year / 2k blogiversary. I hope you enjoy it my dear! xo

GIF not mine

Bucky was always touting the importance of “me time” to anyone and everyone was getting sick of hearing him explain, always with that shit-eating smirk on his face, just how necessary it was for one to take some time for themselves. You did have to admit that whenever he returned from his “me time’ there was a noticeable improvement in his mood.

You point blank asked him about it one day during training.

“Bucky, what exactly does ‘me time’ entail?” 

You swore a slight flush crawl up his neck and dust his cheeks. “Well, it’s really anything that you do that makes you … makes you feel good, ya know?”

You shook your head, “No. Like… painting?” You had a hard time picturing the Winter Soldier sketching in a notebook.

He nodded, “For some people, yeah. Like Steve. His ‘me time’ involves drawing. Nat likes running.”

“So what do you do?”

“My time is a little more… physical.” He smirked.

“Like what?” you persisted.

“Never you mind,” was his response.

Originally posted by chubby-dumpling-384

A few days after that conversation happened, the air conditioner in the tower was on the fritz. Tony swore he had no idea how it happened, but you knew he had been tinkering with it, trying to make it strong enough to actually make snow.

Because it was so hot, everyone was super cranky and irritable. People were snapping at each other for the most ridiculous things so you tried to avoid everyone, choosing to remain in your room in the dark, wearing as little as possible. After a while though, you realized that you weren’t feeling any cooler so you ventured out to the kitchen to grab a cold drink (at least the fridge and freezers were working).

You walked into Sam and Bucky bickering over a game of cards (why they thought a competitive game would be a good idea on a day when they were unusually cranky was beyond you).

Without interrupting them, you trudged to the fridge and pulled out your bottle of water, shivering slightly at the cool air coming from the inside.

“Y/N, would you tell Bucky here that you need to call last card before you have the last damn card?” Sam huffed at you.

Holding up a finger, you took a long swallow of your drink. “You only have to call it if you decide upon it I the start of the game. Sorry, Sam.”

He frowned at you and threw down his cards, “Ugh, of course you’d take his side.” He rolled his eyes.

You smiled and flipped him the bird.

Bucky was unusually quiet during this exchange. Abruptly, he stood up and excused himself, muttering something about ‘me time’.

You scolded Sam, “See what you did? You upset him.” You were about to go after him but Sam stopped you.

“Want some ice cream?” he offered and you gladly accepted.


Later that day, you walked by Steve and Bucky in the game room playing pool. You were on your way to the library to do some quiet reading but you had forgotten to ask Steve if he had returned some books that you lent him.

“Hey guys…Steve, do you still have those books I lent you?” you interrupted.

Steve looked up from the pool table and almost dropped his pool cue. “Y/N!” he scolded. “Where are your clothes?”

You shrugged, looking down at what you were wearing. Since it was so hot, you had been walking around in a tank top and shorts. “Steve, it’s hot. What do you want me to wear?”

He flushed, “Sorry. I guess I’m just used to seeing you a lot more covered up.”

You felt your face turn warm, “You’re embarrassing me, you ass. It’s too hot to wear too many clothes. Besides, it’s not much different than what you’ve got on.” You crossed your arms,  “So… my books?”

“They’re in my room, come by later and get them.”

“Should I wear more clothes? Would that make you more comfortable?” you teased him.

He blushed, “Sorry!” he apologized again.

You shrugged at him, “Whatever. I’m going to get a drink. Want anything?”

Bucky just shook his head at you, lips pursed. Steve asked for an iced tea.

When you returned with his drink, Bucky was gone and Steve was playing a video game.

“Where’d Buck go?” you asked, handing him his drink.

“Thanks. Uh, to his room. Said he needed some ‘me time’,” he rolled his eyes.

You stomped your foot down. “Dammit! That’s the second time today he’s left me for his damned ‘me time’! I’m starting to get the feeling that something’s up.”

“Nah,” Steve replied. “You’re being paranoid.”

“Maybe,” you mused, “but I’m going to investigate.”

“Y/N,” he warned, “Don’t go sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

You batted your lashes at him, “Lil ol me?” you asked.

He laughed as you walked away.


You made your way to Bucky’s room but stopped before walking in. What if Steve was right? Maybe you should be minding your own business. But you heard noises coming from behind the door and curiosity got the best of you so you quietly pushed his door open.

You froze at the sight before you. Bucky was splayed across his bed, head back, eyes closed in concentration. His shorts were pushed down and his metal hand gripped the sheets around him as his flesh hand stroked up and down, choking his thick cock. His pace was fast, almost furious, and the sounds coming from him immediately made your pussy wet.

You watched him for a moment, frozen in spot when suddenly, he moaned out your name.

You took a sharp breath in and his eyes flew open, making eye contact with yours.

He cocked an eyebrow at you and kept going, slowing down his movements. 

You watched as he swiped his thumb over his dripping head and used his precum to lubricate his hand.

Silently, your eyes followed the motion and without realizing it, you licked your lips.

Bucky let out a low moan and you made eye contact again.

“You’re fuckin’ killing me,” he ground out, between clenched teeth. 

You shook your head in disbelief not sure what was going on.

He continued in his actions, moving his hand agonizingly slow. “All day long, you’ve been killin’ me. Every time you walked into the room… your fuckin’ tits bouncing in my face.  Watching you walk away, your ass in those shorts…” he threw his head back, groaning obscenely and heat flooded your body.

“What?” you choked out, still not understanding what exactly was going on. “Is this really happening?”

He chuckled drily, “Sweetheart, this is about you. The things you do to me… the things I wanna do to you.”

You swallowed hard, “Fuck Bucky, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

He hand halted in his movements, “Seriously? Can we table this conversation for later, maybe?”

You laughed, walking towards him. “Need a hand there?” You stopped in your tracks. “Wait…this is what you do during ‘me time’?!”

He had the decency to look embarrassed, “Uh, yeah?” he offered.

You just laughed at him, “Of all the ridiculous things I’ve ever heard…” you leaned in and kissed him, hard. “Is it still ‘me time’ if two of us are doing it?” You winked at him, reaching down and replacing his hand with yours.
You stroked him, hesitantly at first then increasing your speed. 

Bucky moaned at your touch, “God, that feels so good.”

You kept up with your pace and kissed him, using your other hand to run your fingers through his hair.

He cupped your face with his hands, pulling you to him. Instinctively, his hips lifted of their own accord. “Shit, baby, I’m close…”

“Shh, come for me then,” you coaxed him.

You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand and with a groan, he came, ribbons of hot cum spurting out, coating his abdomen and chest.

You slowed down your movements and stilled, kissing him softly. You got up to get a towel so he could clean himself.

Bucky heard you giggling to yourself in the bathroom and he called out to you, “Y/N? What’s so funny?”

You returned and tossed him the towel, “You are. I can’t believe this is what you’ve been doing this whole time!”

He rolled his eyes at you and you continued.

“Can I ask an… awkward question?”

He looked at you, “At this point, I think we’re beyond awkwardness.”

“Right… Do you… do you really think of me?”

He smiled at you, “Every damn time.”


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Busy - [EXO] Dr!Chanyeol Au

[A/N] So my doctor-to-be friend came over to take me out to dinner, and he’s been so grateful that he passed his fourth year exam flawlessly, and decided to drain my money by coming over, so this was slightly inspired by him. So pray that he’ll be an orthopedist one day, he’s amazing and kind. And single.

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

You just got off the phone with your mother and apart from screaming at your little brother to come out of his room, she just complaints how she’s having indigestion, every now and then.

You didn’t have to ask why because she’s will answer that question for you, without even having a second to think about how it will hurt you. “…because you’re not married yet. Your friends are having their honeymoons, having a second baby, getting hitched, being in a relationship…” and then she proceeds to tell you the darndest thing, “What about you.”

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Let me get this straight.

Ezra has 3 girlfriends (Ali, Aria, and Nicole) that go missing, and miraculously return, and he wants to write a book about all 3. And none of y'all have found this suspicious?!

He’s miraculously on TV for Nicole’s return when Noel’s chopping his own damn head off. Amazing alibi, and cute of him to use his mommy (Mary Drake) to run the game while he was out of town.

Then he has to frantically “run to New York” lol please. He had to go deal with Jenna on the Season 2 set of Mr. Robot. You know, the scene with Angela and White Rose. Lol.

Unspoken feelings // Brett Talbot

Pairing: Brett Talbot x Reader

Word count: 1.965

A/N: English is not my first language so I’m sorry for grammatical errors it can have. I did my best to write this. Please, don’t be rude.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

(Y/N) entered with irritation in high school, something that had already become a habit during each day of the last week. She snorted and carried some books close to her chest that held with one arm while with the other hand she gripped her purse. She was mad at him; not only because of what he had done, but because of his, she had begun to hate going to class, since she knew there was no way to avoid him. And avoid him was all that (Y/N) wanted at that moment.

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The Game

@sleepingupsidedown <- I blame you for this one
-First off let’s get one thing straight Pidge doesn’t drink because A. Underage and B. Doesn’t like the taste of alcohol so they are the DP (designated pilot)
-Hunk has the best alcohol tolerance and barely ever gets drunk but when he does the kindness skyrockets as if that’s even possible, more hugs, compliments, and he lets everyone know that Lance is his best friend/ brother, and the paladins are also his family but he and Lance are hella tight
-When Shiro gets drunk he becomes a stuttering mess who tries and fails to flirt with Allura, but no worries because he never remembers it in the morning, and he doesn’t really get that terrible of a hangover
-Allura is magnificent in many things but being able to tolerate alcohol is not one of them. She is known as the lightweight™, and she relaxes more and just has a good time with the fam
-Coran is just a mess, he can’t do proper English or any language for that matter (it’s also how the team learned that Coran speaks and reads about 25 different languages fluently and can speak another 5 but it’s slightly more broken and he’s working on it) but he also sobers up really quickly
-Lance and Keith are a different story altogether, it’s like they switch personalities while they’re drunk
-Keith becomes really outgoing, uses wonderful one liners that almost gets him layed many times(but he always says he can’t but thanks the people for offering) how the world may never know, he also becomes a shit post generator. So really when you think about it Keith has 3 levels of drunk and he never remembers anything in the morning
-Lance however gets hit hard by his homesickness, he stops making jokes, he wanders to the edge of the group, starts making excuses to leave in his head, and smiles falsely, hides his hurt whenever he sees Keith flirting with someone and succeeding, because he wishes he were in those alien’s position
-Lance is never able to forget those nights, and each time he grabs a drink he promises he won’t become introverted and every time he succeeds at first until he spots Keith with someone else then it’s game over
-One night while they’re at a neutral trade planet and everyone is enjoying themselves especially Pidge because the others are oh so amusing
-Allura is the first one to go down and starts to laugh openly more and more
-It keeps progressing until everyone but Pidge is drunk, and suddenly Keith suggest they start a game
-Whoever gets the no nonsense bartender to exchange numbers, names, and a promise to talk, will receive whatever they wish from one of the players
-Pidge is immediately determined the judge, and the game begins
-Coran goes first and all he receives is the bartender asking if he wants a shuttle called for him which offends Coran, so he walks away back to the table and claims he is din (read as done)
-Allura goes next and while she’s relaxed and happy, she and the bartender just don’t really click, they would defend one another and not insult the other because girls from every planet should have each other’s back, but that doesn’t mean you really need to be friends so Allura thanks her for her time
-When it’s Shiro’s turn, he’s doing really well until he takes one look at Allura and causing him to apologize to the bartender and telling her his heart belongs to another and he didn’t mean to lead her on
-Shiro decides that he WILL tell Allura about his feelings tomorrow, and writes it down (he does remember, and Allura gives him a dazzling smile and tells him she would love to be in a relationship with him)
-It’s Hunks turn but when he’s on his way to the bartender he gets distracted by this other girl and he just starts complimenting her make up because that obviously took time and girl the winged eyeliner is on point
-And then the girl and Hunk spend time discussing how she applied everything giving him tips Hunk prepared a shopping list in his brain because he’s down to try make up because damn that eyeliner tho
-With Hunk basically dropping out it’s up to Keith and Lance, Keith goes first
-Keith starts off by making jokes and flirting with the bartender which immediately obliterates any chance he had at winning, knowing when to cut his losses he returns to the group
-Lance had seen Keith flirting with the bartender and he found he could no longer hold the fake smile and he stopped making commentary about the game and just sat back dreading walking up to the stranger for the game, he considers dropping out but he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself
-Lance then goes up to her, and the first thing he does is apologize to the poor bartender for all the shenanigans
-And he’s sorry he will be wasting her time and then the next thing he knows is telling he everything, from his homesickness to his feelings for the man who never remembered his name, and how even though he know he has everyone he can’t help but feel alone at times, like he has no one to talk to
-By the time he realized what he’s done he starts apologizing to the bartender surprised to find her smiling at him
-She then proceeds to tell him that it’s okay, her favorite part of her job is to hear people’s stories
-She let’s him know her name is Mel, she asks to exchange numbers because he is not alone, she will be there for him and beside she wants to her updates about the group’s antics and his possible relationship with Keith
-Next thing Lance knows he has a new friend/confidant and he has won the silly game
-So he puts on his fake smile and announces he won, receiving cheers from his friends
-Lance finds it to be too much and excuses himself to go to the bathroom, once he is washing his hands Keith walks in and claims that he always knew Lance was going to win the game
-He had felt it in his bones because who wouldn’t like Lance, Keith then claimed he tried, but ended up falling for Lance
-Lance is too shocked to react and Keith just casually walks out as if what he said was casual and normal
-When they ask Lance what he wants since he won the challenge he looks panicked for a second, which prompts Pidge to jump in and tell the group they should wait for tomorrow when they’re all sober, that way Lance can make a sound decision
The next day
-Somehow Lance manages to wake up before everyone else, only to find Pidge tinkering away with their computer
-Pidge straight up attacks Lance with questions about what happened last night
-Because Lance knows he owes Pidge for saving him yesterday he told them about Mel and then the confession from Keith if you even call it that especially since Keith becomes a big flirt with everyone and maybe he didn’t mean the falling for someone in the same way as others seeing as he doesn’t usually get things that aren’t literal
-Pidge slaps Lance in the face
-Tells him how the pinning has been going on for months and Keith never said anything because he felt guilty for not being able to remember Lance
-And how sure Keith flirted but he never went through with it and it was mostly just harmless, so go get your man™
-Later when Lance finally feels confident enough to talk to Keith about it he goes looking for Keith
-Once he finds Keith, Lance wonders if he should tell Keith and Keith asks him if he knows what his price will be for winning the game (Pidge told Keith about the game and NOTHING ELSE because that’s up to Lance)
- So Lance then decides what he’s going to do
-He asks Keith if he meant it, did he mean it when he told Lance he’d fallen for him and if by the he meant romantically
-Keith gets so red and flustered but he unmistakably says yes how could I not fall for you
-Lance then grabs Keith and starts kissing him only to stop when they hear the others cheering
P.S. Mel totally sent an audio message of her squealing when Lance told her

Interview (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by isabelasfestiveass

Originally posted by harleenfrancesqvinzel

@ariyachiii “The reader is a blogger/writer and her boss wanted her to write an article about the Joker’s life. So she went and followed Mr. J on one of his plans and he caught her. Idk. It just came to me.”

A/N: I really enjoyed this one, I hope you guys like it XD It ended up longer than I originally planned but that’s okay~

“Do you even realize how dangerous he is?”

Your boss leaned back into his seat, his hand running down his face as he listened to you. “If you want the front page, you’ll do it.” You ground your teeth together, weighing your options out in your mind. “If that’s not what you want then I’ll ask someone else.”

“No! I’ll do it…” you sighed, defeated.

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Silent Treatment.

We had been ignoring each other for 8 hours.

Eight. Grueling. Hours.

And yet somehow I still found myself walking into the arena, searching for that bundle of stubble that now covered his face and the grey Nike hoodie he had walked out of the house wearing. I was close to just pulling my phone out of my pocket and texting him, asking him where he was, but I knew I would get no response.

We had made plans to attend an FC Barcelona basketball game together but of course with us currently in the midst of a heated battle, Rafinha decided it best to leave without me but if he thought I wasn’t going to use my ticket that was a stupid thought.

I had tried getting him to talk to me for hours using my usual methods but none seemed to work well enough. I wanted him to give in, for him to be the first person to speak but Rafa was pretty fucking stubborn. He knew that giving in would give me the upper hand and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead he enjoyed watching me squirm and suffer while, from my perspective, he continued on like it was nothing.


My head whirled around at the sound of my name being called and I could see Thiago, his brother, waving me over from one of the floor seats. He had a bright and wide smile on his face while his brother seemed to roll his eyes and sulk in his chair with his arms crossed.

Me 1, Rafa 0.

I wore a proud smirk and sauntered over to where they sat, making sure to apologize to anyone I walked in front of and made my way over to Thiago as he stood up to greet me with a hug. “I was worried you weren’t gonna come. This one said you wouldn’t be here,” he stated as he pointed to his brother who was still seated and avoiding my gaze.

“Yeah well I wouldn’t want to miss the game.” I purposely made my way to my seat next to my boyfriend by intentionally bumping into his legs but he said nothing in return. He just drew his legs under his seat to avoid me hitting them again.

I sat in my seat and threw my bag on the other side of me.

Still no word from him or even a glance in my direction.

He knew I hated him when he was ignoring me and he was so damn good at it. Still paying me no attention, he leaned over and began to speak to Thiago. They both chuckled to whatever he had said, leaving me completely out of the joke.

That was annoying too.

I cleared my throat and leaned forward in my chair to gain Thiago’s attention. “Thiago, could you please tell your brother that it’s bad to be ignoring his girlfriend?”

Thiago simply chuckled and raised a hand to bring down onto his brother’s shoulder, squeezing it tightly as he repeated what I said. “Rafa, it’s a bad idea to be ignoring your girlfriend.”

All he did in response was shoot his brother a glare and knock his hand off of his shoulder.

Thiago leaned forward to look at me. “Yeah. Seems he’s not listening to me. You talk to him.”

“Don’t encourage her,” he warned as if I wasn’t sitting right there. I scoffed, unable to stop the slew of words that were firing out of my mouth and towards my boyfriend who I was supposed to be giving the silent treatment. “So now you’d rather I just stop talking to you all together? That’s what you’d prefer? Because we can keep this bullshit going.”

Rather than responding or even looking in my direction, he gave a small shrug and continued staring on at the game, clapping as a basket was scored. As soon as the action settled for a timeout, he just pulled out his phone and began scrolling through it rather than entertaining me.

Thiago gave me a sympathetic look. He knew how Rafa could get when he was mad and he seemed mad enough as he continued to ignore me though I sat right next to him. I didn’t know what else to do. I thought coming here would mean he would give in and say something but I seemed to be getting nowhere and it was annoying the hell out of me.

“You’re so childish,” I mumbled under my breath. I began to stand from my chair but once I was upright, a hand reached out to grab mine and tug me back into my seat forcefully.

His hand.

He dropped mine out of his grip and instead placed his hand onto my knee.

“You wanna know why we’re arguing?” He questioned lowly as he leaned over to me, his eyes still staring straight forward to the action beginning again out on the court. “Because you went and did exactly what I asked you politely not to do.”

And that was answer a male friend’s text. Rafinha had reason to believe that the man liked me and was after much more than my expertise in my career field. He wasn’t typically the jealous type so when he was wary of someone I tended to listen. Except this time.

I returned the text message and it didn’t take long for him to find out as by some stroke of bad luck, the male answered my message as soon as Rafinha had my phone by his side. His emotions caused him to burst out into a raging fit and an argument ensued from there as I refused to back down.

Hence why we were on this silent treatment ordeal.

“You know I can’t just ignore someone. It’s innocent. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that.”

Now, his eyes finally met mine for the first time in quite a few hours. Those brown orbs had definitely softened since the last time I was this close. “If you’re just going to combat everything I say with the excuse that he doesn’t like you, there’s no point in continuing this conversation.”

“Well what do you want me to do?”

“I told you already. Stop texting him. Is it that hard?”

To be honest, it wasn’t that hard. It wasn’t as if I was getting rid of one of my best friends or something. The man was an acquaintance at best. I just didn’t feel like explaining to him that my boyfriend had a problem with us talking. That would be a tad bit embarrassing, especially if he didn’t like me at all.

“It isn’t,” I admitted.

“Great. Then please stop. I’d really appreciate that.”

The sincerity in his tone and those soft eyes made me feel a tad bit of guilt for having us going through this ridiculous argument over something so trivial I could have fixed simply by deleting a contact out of my phone.

I nodded somberly in agreement. “Okay.”

He gave me a weak smile back and removed his hand from my knee, instead wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer, placing a kiss to my forehead in the process. “Thank you.”

I could see Thiago smiling on the other side of his brother, dramatically clapping his hands as low as possible without drawing attention to himself from the crowd. “Look at the two love birds making up. I’d like to think that’s my doing.”

Rafinha grabbed a kernel of popcorn from the container in his lap and tossed it at Thiago’s face. “Shut up.”


30 Day Cheritz Challenge! Day 9: Route that crushed you - Jieun

I couldn’t handle the cuteness. And learning his past and realizing why he wants to become something that can’t think or speak made me so sad I just wanted to hug him. But the ending was so beautiful where instead (like that others) where the guys return to her world, in Jieuns, she goes to his. And, well, just look at that final CG. I could rant forever about how much this route made me love the game but I don’t want to bore you all.

Robert’s Mistress...

Imagine being the long time mistress of King Robert Baratheon and trying to convince him to give House Martell the justice they deserve for the deaths of Elia, Rhaenys, and Aegon.

((Slight AU where Robert stays fit …he’s still a drunk though, at least a little bit. ALSO…I kind of ramble at the beginning, sorry! This is a…rough ROUGH draft of an idea for a one shot I had so…it might not be ALL that good!))

Word Count: 2,169

Almost every King in the history of Westeros had a mistress at some point. Maegor the Cruel had nine wives and a few of them had started out as his mistresses. Aegon the Unworthy was said to have had ninety-nine mistresses and the Mad King, Aerys the Second, was said to have quite a few himself. Whether cruel, insane, or weak, each King had their favorite mistress, and for Robert of House Baratheon, the first of his name, his favorite mistress was…well, it was you.

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Friday Night Chat

The first status update that gave any indication something strange was happening came from a relatively unknown user named Chris.  It was early Friday night and there was the usual scroll of random messages filling everyone’s screen.  Chris’ first message to the main board was simply, “oh my god what am I going to do?” followed several minutes later by “this is insane”.  Ambiguity was a common event on the site so no one inquired further.  In fact, random messages crying for attention were almost a surefire way to be ignored.  It wasn’t until Chris’ message asking for help with “I don’t think I’ll be able to get out, someone help”, posted an hour after the first message, that anyone responded to him.  When a curious user finally responded, “what’s going on?” Chris typed the following warning, and then signed offline.  “Don’t talk to the guy granting wishes”.

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For A Good Time, Call: The White Rabbit (Part 1) (by hyacinth-ink)

the absolutely amazing @hyacinth-inkwrote this oneshot, making it #6/7 for our FAGTC collaboration! and this is only part 1 of this oneshot too! EEEEK! don’t forget to visit my blog and click “FAGTC” to read all the other onesehots! i’m also so excited to read this myself, so without furtherado, enjoy!~


Sundays were meant to be boring. Uneventful. You neither liked nor disliked them; they were simply there, suspended between Saturdays and Mondays like a piece of dust floating aimlessly through the wind. It was the one day in the week that required hardly any thought at all- just sleep in, buy groceries, and catch up on chores or your favourite shows, that was all. No surprises, no hard work. You hardly ever broke out of that routine of doing nothing, and if on the rare occasion that you did, it was usually because of some external force that was beyond your realm of control.

So when you received a strange text one particular Sunday afternoon- a simple two worded message from a number not recognized by your phone- you immediately knew that somewhere, somehow, the equilibrium of the universe had been tipped precariously, and that, in turn, was going to throw everything you had known to be true off balance.

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Garrus v Cullen

So, I was thinking about Garrus and Cullen (like wow, that never happens), and holy shit the parallels between the two.

First game: Idealistic, naive. Wants to serve and protect people. Part of a force to do so.

Second game: Dealing with survivor’s guilt, and struggling with hate and vengeance while also trying to do their damn job and help make the world a little less awful.

Third game: Appears as a Commander in the fight against an ancient enemy, settled down from the first game, definitely a return to more of who he was in the first game.

Other traits: Pretty awkward off the battlefield. Calibrations. Big scar on the right side of their face. Soldier to the core. Tense relationship with family. LI to a woman who’s being told she’s the only one who can save the galaxy/world, and never treat them with anything less than the respect and honor they deserve. Not a fan of politicians.

Did I miss anything?

Seven Minutes - Bucky

Seven Minutes

Bucky Barnes x Reader


Sequel to the first Bucky chapter because damn you guys wanted a sequel.

Smutty smut.

Bucky Barnes

Part Two

A/N: Wow you guys really wanted a sequel.

       The game eventually died and everyone returned to their own rooms – or each other’s. You and Bucky had been making eyes at each other all night, wanting nothing more than an excuse to retire to one of your rooms and continue what had begun in the closet.

       When the final pair of prying eyes left the room, Bucky stood before you and offered his hand. You took it eagerly, biting your lip as he pulled you from your seat and led you down the hall. His room was closer, so he took you there and led you inside before closing and locking the door.

       As soon as the door closed, you were pinned against it. Bucky’s hands held yours by your head as he lavished your lips, nipping and pulling with his teeth. You gasped into his mouth, spurring him on and leading him to suck on your lower lip. When he finally let go, you struck back, enticing his tongue into your mouth so you could capture it between your teeth.

       He held your hands in his metal one, his flesh hand sliding down your side. It slid under the hem of your shirt, running across your bare skin. You hummed and leaned into his touch, causing him to grin against your lips. He rubbed soft circles with his thumb, his rough, calloused hand leaving goose bumps on your skin.

       Distracting him with your teeth and tongue, you managed to wriggle your hands free. He was about to protest when you placed them on his chest, prying apart the two sides of his button down shirt so that you could run your hands over his bare skin. He hummed into your mouth as your nails raked through his chest hair, leaving a pleasant sting behind.

       He dropped his hands to your ass, pulling you roughly against him. You jumped, wrapping your legs around his waist, and his hands supported your thighs. Your hands held his neck as he backed away from the door, carrying you to the bed. He dropped you on the mattress, breaking the kiss to hover above you, his bright blue eyes glazed over with lust.

       You panted as you grinned up at him, resting your hands by your head submissively. He smirked at the gesure, grasping the hem of your shirt and pulling it up. He tore it over your head, nearly ripping it apart, before discarding it on the floor. He bit his lip as he ran his flesh hand over your exposed skin, dipping between your breasts before taking one in hand and squeezing it.

       You grabbed his metal hand to place it on your side, and his eyes widened in alarm. Your other hand reached up to caress his face soothingly.

       “I trust you,” you murmured, holding his hand to your hip. He nodded slowly, his hands joining together to knead your breasts. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sensation, only snapping open with a gasp on your lips when you felt his cold metal against your bare skin. He had torn off your bra, and one breast had skin-to-skin contact while the other had a delicious contrast being held by his metal appendage.

       He settled between your legs, lying atop you, holding his weight up by his arms as to not crush you. His mouth replaced his flesh hand, nipping and sucking at your breast, running his tongue over your hardened nipple. You gasped and arched your chest into him, tangling a hand in his hair.

       He continued his assault down your chest, kissing and nipping across your skin. His mouth entertained your belly while his fingers fumbled with the button and zipper of your jeans, sliding his fingers under the waistband and pulling them down your legs along with your panties. You gasped as the cold air hit your dampening heat and your legs spread of their own accord.

       Bucky growled low in his throat, his own arousal growing at the sight of your soaked sex. He loved the effect he had on you. He took one of your thighs in each hand and without warning, he plunged his face between your legs, lapping at your clit and circling your entrance. At your moans of approval, he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, moaning softly into your core. It was almost enough to push you over the edge. Your legs trembled on either side of his head, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you. Moans fell from your lips like prayer, morphing into screams of pleasure as he thrust a metal finger inside you. It was thicker than you expected and it hit your spot perfectly with every thrust. As he curled his finger and sucked at your clit, you came undone, your first orgasm washing over you. You screamed his name as he pulled back, crawling up to hover over you. You reached up and pushed his shirt from his shoulders, wanting more of him. Part of you was worn out from that first round, but once you saw his chiseled chest and the lusty gaze in his eye, you were ready to go again. You reached for the buckle of his pants and he happily assisted, ripping the fly open and shimmying out of his jeans. You kicked his boxers off before wrapping your legs around his waist, returning your arms to their previous position by your head.

       He rocked his hips against yours, his arousal pressing against your soaked entrance. You whimpered at the contact, lifting your hips to entice him into you. He could hold back no longer, jerking his hips forward and sliding into you in one solid movement. You both moaned in unison, and he reached up to pin your hands by your head. He angled his hips when he pulled out and plunged back in, hitting every pleasure spot insife you perfectly. He buried his face in your neck, moaning your name as he built up his own orgasm. You were quick to chase your second, your senses still heightened from earlier.

       His thrust became sloppy and erratic but no less pleasurable, slamming in and out of you at inhuman speeds. You moaned with every breath, unable to hold anything back.

       His grip on your hands weakened, allowing you use of your arms. You ran your hands down his side, raking your nails across his hips, knowing it drew him closer. He moaned into your neck as you did so, his thrusts speeding up if possible.

       You moaned his name as your secone release washed over you, and moments later, he was moaning yours, his hips finally slowing. With one final thrust, he stopped, panting against your skin as he laid atop you, still nestled inside you. He collapsed, laying all of his weight on you. You wrapped your arms around him, running your fingers through his hair.

       “I love you,” he murmured.

       You chuckled. “I love you too.”

       After some time, he pulled out and moved to lie beside you, taking you in his arms. You spent that night and the better part of the next day lying in bed.

anonymous asked:

60 with Luke?:)

Originally posted by woronkaa

863 || “You don’t have to be so strong all the time.”

warnings: mild swearing? rly mild and angst ;) hope u like this, anon

a/n: this took way too long to write lol but its very simple? eh anyways to all the other requesters, we’re gonna get to you i promise *sparkles*

When you entered the green room, you were expecting 4 rowdy boys doing all kinds of things. For the most part, you were right. Ashton bounced around the room, running crazily with a banana and a phone. Michael kept screaming ‘The banana returns!’ while laughing. Calum was casually eating one himself before shoving it down his throat. Probably for snapchat, you thought, taking note of the device in his hand.

However, there was a certain cloud hanging over the far corner of the room that nobody else noticed.

“Luke?” you spoke softly, padding over to the lone blond. He didn’t look up from his phone. “Lu, what are you doing? Shouldn’t you be getting hyped? Show starts in an hour.” Your words were cautiously concerned, and he flinched when he sensed you were there. He hastily locked his phone. When he turned around to look at you, his smile was strained.

“Hey, babe, I was just looking through some tweets. Lots of fans are excited for tonight,” he babbled quickly. You weren’t fooled.

“Oh, that’s great! Can I see?” you asked, but he gripped the device tighter.

“Too lazy to use your own phone?” he teased, but there was a hint of desperation beneath his words, as though he really didn’t want you to see his phone. And so you played his game.

“It’s in my bag across the room,” you whined, making another attempt to swipe the iPhone from his grasp. He jumped up, hiding it behind his back.

“I’ll go get it for you,” he assured, rushing away from you. Bewildered, you sat down on the chair he previously occupied. What was going on? The gears in your head turned as you thought about how you would ask him. Bluntly? Sneakily? Or not at all? When he returned, he damn near shoved your phone into your hands. Your eyes narrowed. Blunt it is.

“Okay, what’s going on? ‘Fess up,” you demanded, crossing your arms. He awkwardly stood there, playing footsie and fluffing his hair. After glancing around, Luke finally looked you straight in the eyes. He sighed, closing his eyes for a count of three before crossing his legs on the ground. Wordlessly, he opened his phone back on twitter, offering it to you. You took it from his hands after pocketing your own. You read the search.

Luke hemmings rude to fans.

You knew, at that instant, what he was so quiet about. The more you scrolled through, the more you felt like throwing up.

Luke was such an asshole to those fans woooww all they wanted was a pic with him? Wtf rude much if this guy is the face of 5sos im out.

Did you have to be so rude, luke? Can’t you spare some time for the fans so dedicated to you? I trusted you to be the least problematic.

The fame got to Luke’s fat head I stg. Next time, maybe don’t be so rude to your own fans? You aren’t that all amazing you dick.

You snapped your eyes to him, and he swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing.

“It’s nothing really, it just got me worked up,” he mumbled, fiddling with the holes in his jeans. A flare of anger seeped past the calm, but you pushed it down when your gaze swept over his vulnerable state. He refused to meet your eyes, keeping his chin up as if it didn’t faze him. His jaw kept clenching.

You had enough.

You slid his phone on the table and stood up. Without warning, you pulled up his lanky frame (or at least tried to, he got to his feet when you tugged at him) and dragged him out into the hall. You found the nearest bathroom and shoved him into the disabled room, locking the door behind you. He made a surprised noise when you immediately wrapped your arms around him tightly.

“Luke, I know you’re upset. I see it in your eyes. But I know you, babe.“ He stood unmoving, but his heart betrayed what he felt. “You don’t have to be so strong all the time.”

That was what broke the dam.

His limbs enveloped you, and you felt every rattle of his breath. He tucked his head into your shoulder, a hand coming up to tangle itself into your hair. Every deep exhalation tickled your neck. A wet drop tingled on your skin.

“I feel so weak, Y/N,” he whimpered, clutching you tighter. Breaths became uneven as it all flooded out. “Even if I explain myself, they won’t believe me. Maybe they’re right after all.” He whispered it over and over again until it was completely incoherent. You squeezed him harder.

“No, don’t say that. You hear me? Do not say that. Ever. They don’t get it, they don’t get anything,” your whispers seemed to be left unheard. He embraced you as though you were the only refuge in the stormy sea of his mind, but this was a fight he had to win on his own terms. So you held him close, rocking lightly back and forth, because the least you could do was always be there for your sunshine, no matter what.

masterlist || those tweets are not real tweets, theyre what I thought (rly mean and too judgmental) people would say about it *cough* you can check out the prompt list and send us requests so we aren’t lazy lmao okay bye love you mwah


AKA The Bachelorette AU that no one really asked for

When it was announced that Taylor Swift was going to be the next Bachelorette, Niall knew that he had to sign up. 

The process wasn’t exactly fun or easy, as he had to make several auditions and videos describing himself before he even got a proper interview, but in his excitement of meeting the beautiful girl he had been rooting for all last season, he barely even noticed the effort.

Niall was an early on fan-favorite. 

He was the first one out of the limo with bright eyes and blonde hair which were nearly blinding. He had a guitar in hand and wasn’t shy as he strode up, singing a lovely, pun-filled song before properly introducing himself. Taylor seemed to really appreciate that as it was similar to what she had done the year before, but what she really loved was his accent. She told him this later in the night, as they finally got a bit of alone time, away from the 24 other guys vying for her attention. There were a lot of guys with accents around the house, Niall could tell as he watched each one enter periodically earlier, but that was a given as Taylor had made it clear in her past season that she loved the obscure accents of the world.

Unfortunately for his opponents, the majority of the accents that they held were British, while Niall had a thick, broad Irish accent that differed from the rest. A few moments later, Taylor gave him the first impression rose and everything was going well. 

At least, until the next week.

Harry Styles had decided the moment he saw the scrawny Irishman walk in the house with the first impression rose pinned to his lapel that he did not like him. Frankly, he didn’t like any of the guys surrounding him as they were all going after the girl he liked.

It wasn’t uncommon for there to be feuds within a house of 25 men, each of which are attempting to get the love and attention of one pretty girl. But there was something different between Niall and Harry. Aside from the usual rivalries that came up amongst the men, the two of them seemed to have some kind of ongoing competition that didn’t go unnoticed by the others. 

Season 13, Week 1
Agoura Hills, California

Harry’s distaste for Niall becomes apparent the moment the brunette gets the first date card. The guys in the house have begun forming the slightly awkward relationships that always arise, so there are a few guys patting Harry on the back as the curly haired man smirks like he’s just won the whole damn thing. Niall can’t help but let out a slight scoff, unintentionally grabbing the attention of the curly haired boy who quickly stands, raising one dark eyebrow at the blonde, “What’s wrong, Irish? Jealous?” He asks tauntingly and all of a sudden the room goes silent. 

There’s a shift in emotion as the surrounding guys go from joking around to wide-eyed confusion, looking between the two boys who are looking at each other quite intensely. 

Now, Niall wasn’t a fighter and he certainly wasn’t the type to pick fights especially over something as petty as jealousy or a stupid man acting like a child. So in a pure Niall-like fashion, he smiles brightly. “Of course not, big guy.” He answers, sounding much more cocky than polite. 

Harry gives him a narrow-eyed glare, to which Niall just laughs off. He might be much smaller than the taller “bad boy,” but that didn’t mean he was going to sit back and let himself be threatened. 

When the taller man walks off, going to get ready for his date, the guys disperse into a clutter of awkward laughter and confused pats to Niall’s back. “Damn, dude,” One of them, also coincidentally named Taylor coughs, “I thought he was gonna fucking murder you.”

There’s murmurs of agreement throughout the group and another blonde guy, Calvin laughs, “What even happened?” 

Niall simply shrugged. He had gone into the show planning to be nice to everyone and try his best not to leave with any regrets or enemies, but it seems like he’s already failed. 

* * * *

Niall doesn’t get a date that week. 

They call it the curse of the first impression rose, apparently. Whenever a guy gets the first impression rose he usually goes the first week without a date, and some of the guys (okay, one of the guys (Harry)) found it fun to remind Niall of that fact. 

He begins by fiddling with the rose on his lapel right in front of the blonde as they both stand in front of the bar, waiting for their beers to be poured. “Feeling nervous, Irish?” Harry asks the blonde, but the opposite just smiles. 

He didn’t want to satisfy the brunette with an answer so he simply shrugs. He and Taylor had just had quite an amazing conversation, and so no, he wasn’t at all worried about getting a rose tonight but Harry didn’t need to know that. He knew that getting the first impression rose would put an immediate target on his back, but he figured he could still play the role of the underdog, especially if everyone else began doubting him as much as this Harry dude did.

“Feeling nervous, Irish?” He repeats, this time nudging Niall teasingly, in that same proud and over-confident voice that he’s been using since he and Niall met.

Niall, in a somewhat split-desicion, decides to play along with the brunette’s little game. “Course’ not. I’m funny, hot as all hell, and incredibly charming. Plus, Taylor and I have a great connection so I don’t think I’ve got much to worry about. Can’t say the same about you, I’m afraid.” Niall quips, looking away from the brunette, who looks impressed and not nearly as appalled as Niall had wanted.

“Well Damn, Irish has got some claws!” He howls, clapping his hands together like an asshole. 

Niall rolls his eyes and walks away.

He gets the first rose of that night, and makes sure to give Harry a smirk before returning to his place in line. 

Season 13, Week 2
Los Angeles, California

The next week, Harry and Niall both get put on a group date where they’re playing football.

Harry’s feeling confident from the minute they walk into the stadium.

He’s big, taller than most of the guys in the house and his muscle is definitely more prominent than the majority of the others’. They’re playing football, as in, American football, because apparently that’s something Taylor’s into? Harry had chuckled lightly as Niall got overly excited when the producer mentioned that the group date involved football, and then laughed even harder as they pulled up to an American football field. Niall’s nose crinkled in the most adorable way as Taylor began explaining her “past” and going to football games with her family. He looks so disappointed its almost endearing. 

Niall and Harry end up getting put on the same team, which is less of a deal than the producers make it. They both get private interviews before the game where they have to say things along the lines of “this is going to be difficult,” and “I don’t know if he’s gonna work well with me, but…” 

It’s all very over-dramatic and it’s the moment that Niall realizes that maybe this kind of thing just isn’t for him. 

But then they get on the field and their team has to win, otherwise they’ll all be going back to the mansion while the other team continues the date. 

The game isn’t very intense. As said before, most of the shows drama is created after the filming occurs, when they overdub intense music and cut clips to make it seem more time-oriented and nail-biting. There is only one moment Niall can properly remember being even relatively intense, and that’s when Niall got passed the ball and ran the entire length of the field, laughing in surprise as Harry runs just ahead of him, shoving down each opponent player that attempts to tackle Niall.  

They get a goal– or a touchdown, whatever it is in American football– and Harry grabs Niall and picks him up, cheering excitedly.

It’s surprising for everyone, but most of the guys seem too consumed in how cute Taylor looks on the sidelines, giggling and cheering on Niall and Harry as they hug it out. 

In the end, their team wins, but Niall’s having trouble celebrating. 

Surprisingly enough, Harry’s the one who notices when they walk into the locker room to shower and change. “Woah, Irish, you doing okay?” 

He grips onto Niall’s forearm as the blonde stumbles, and Niall grips back onto Harry’s shoulders for support. “Eh, Might be needing to go to a hospital.” He says lightly, laughing a bit albeit the fact that he was completely serious. 

“Wait, really? Why?” Harry asks, voice completely concerned as Niall’s vision begins blurring from the acute amount of pain resonating from his knee. “Shit, Niall!” Is the last thing the blonde can hear before passing out. 

* * * *

The nurse tells him, when he wakes up, that he’s been out for two hours and that he shouldn’t have been working his knee so hard just a year after his surgery. The cameras around his room are giving him severe anxiety, so much so that he spends another hour calming down and getting administered pain medication. 

Niall fully expects for it to be Taylor as he sees a couple of cameras puttering around the hospital when he crutches through the hallways, but his fake smile slowly slips off when he sees a familiar mop of curly hair sitting in the waiting room.

“Harry?” He asks, surprised that the brunette was out at the hospital when he should be spending time with Taylor and the rest of the winning team. “What in the hell are you doing here?”He asks incredulously before he’s suddenly engulfed in Harry’s arms. There’s a long moment of silence as Niall is completely confused before the arms are pulled away. Harry puts a bit of distance between them and he looks relatively embarrassed as he looks away from Niall.

“Um, Taylor was really worried when you… passed out and everything. She thought you died.” Harry says, like that explains the hug that just occurred. 

“Oh God, she saw that?” Niall asked, because he could’ve sworn he passed out in the locker room and not in front of the girl he was supposed to be wooing. 

Harry then has the decency to get him a sorrowful look, “She didn’t see you pass out, but I had to carry you to the ambulance so… she kind of saw that part.” 

Niall drags a hand down his face. Great. 

“Well, that’s not at all embarrassing.” He says sarcastically, “But it doesn’t explain why you’re here.” 

Harry shrugs. “Taylor canceled the date until later tonight. It starts in an hour or so if you feel up to going.” He explains and Niall nods immediately. 

So the leave the hospital as Niall gets discharged, both looking ridiculous in faux American footballer uniforms, sweat and black marker smeared across their faces. 

That night a nice British guy named Tom gets the rose even though Taylor gives Harry props for accompanying Niall to the hospital, and she and Niall have their first kiss (more like make-out session) in the elevator. 

Season 13, Week 5
Jasper, Alberta

By the fifth week, the little drama that once surrounded Harry and Niall finally began to die down. In fact, the two kind of made up as the weeks progressed and they realized that they both had targets on their back. Niall was given the first impression rose and Harry was given the first date. They were the obvious frontrunners and fan-favorites as Niall had the oblivious boy-next-door look and Harry was the ultimate bad-boy. 

So they mostly stuck to themselves. Niall got some weird, confused looks from the other guys as he and Harry cooked in the kitchen together or went for a swim, but he usually just ignored them. He didn’t want to be involved in the petty little cliques that had somehow been created in the dwindling group of men. 

Then a group date card comes and Niall’s on it. Harry’s not, which makes both he and Niall curse under their breath because that means that Harry’s gotta go on the two-on-one, which is arguably the worst date possible. 

“Niall, I need to talk to you about something.” Taylor said, gripping Niall’s arm tightly with wide, concerned eyes. Niall tilts his head and positions himself a bit closer to her on the couch as he nods. “The other guys on this date have been voicing their concerns about some kind of… I don’t know, an altercation, or something, that happened between you and Harry. I just want you to know that your safety is extremely important to me, and if you feel that he’s threatening or hurting you in any way, I really would want you to tell me.” She says, somewhat shakily, and Niall’s jaw tightens. He didn’t want to be the guy who went on the bachelorette and began tattle-telling on every single guy he felt threatened by, but now she was genuinely asking him… so why didn’t he want to throw Harry under the bus?

Niall thinks for a moment before making a split decision, shrugging his shoulders. “The others guys are just worried cause I’m a bit… ya know, smaller than everyone else, especially Harry. There’s definitely a lot of jealousy throughout the entire house, and Harry and I have kind of butted heads, but I wouldn’t say I feel unsafe. I don’t peg Harry as the type to ever physically hurt someone, honest.”

It’s easy to forget that the cameras are still rolling as he kisses Taylor. It’s gentle and soft and not at all his usual style, but he can tell that’s what she wanted from him as when he pulls away she smiles like it was her first kiss. 

It all seems to calm Taylor down and Niall is glad that he could clear both his and Harry’s names while still keeping Taylor happy. He walks back into the room holding her hand tightly and tries not to roll his eyes as he sees some people’s mouths drop open. He tries his best not to look smug when Taylor later gives him the group date rose, but he can barely hide it. All of them had tried to make Niall look like a weakling and make Harry out to be a bully. Although he and Harry did fight a lot, Niall knew that the “concerns” the guys had alerted Taylor about had little to do with their worry for Niall and had a lot more to do with getting both of the frontrunners out of the competition.

Of course Niall tells Harry the moment he gets home. They’re rooming together, so it’s not a difficult task as he walks straight up to their bedroom, attempting to ignore the cameras following his every move. 

“You got the rose?” Harry asks with and arched brow. There’s a smile on his face, so Niall knows he’s not being a dick, but he has no patience to talk through the entire night. 

“Yeah, because I had to defend myself the entire fucking night. All those guys are trying to get us kicked out.” Niall says quietly and Harry sits up from his relaxed position, putting his book down haphazardly. 

Harry’s eyes narrow and his voice depends as he asks, “Sorry?” 

Niall simply nods, “They told Taylor that you and I have been fighting-” to that Harry shrugs because, yeah they kind of have but “-and that you’ve been threatening me and I’ve been super terrified and scared this entire time.” 

“What?!” Harry outright yells and Niall has to jump up and put his hands against Harry’s heaving shoulders so that the brunette doesn’t go freak out on the guys downstairs. 

“I know, but I told her it was bull, that I wasn’t afraid of you and that you never threatened me. I defended us but I’m still fucking pissed that they thought they could get rid of us like that.” Niall shakes his head angrily before taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry, you don’t need to be worrying about this while you’ve still got tomorrow on your mind.”

Harry rolls his eyes and flops down onto the bed next to Niall. “I’m glad you told me.” He says and their faces are close, probably too close, but Niall doesn’t want to look away. There’s a long minute of silence before there’s a sudden clatter and both boys jump as they remember the sheepish-looking camera man who’s standing in the corner of their room. “I mean, uh, I’m not that worried for tomorrow. John will be gone in no time.”

* * * *

The next day, Niall is more nervous than Harry. His knee is bobbing up and down and his hair is sticking up from how much Niall’s messed with it. “Niall,” Harry says, kneeling between the blonde’s legs and setting two strong hands on his kneecaps. “Why are you freaking out so much? Are you really gonna miss me that much if I don’t come back?” Harry asks with a large smile on his face.

He’s kidding, Niall can tell, but there’s not a single hint of a joke when Niall places a hand on the back of Harry’s neck and hugs him, “Just come back, okay?”

* * * * 

It’s late that afternoon and Niall’s sitting with the boys, joking around and being normal for once when the man comes in the room. He’s a security guy with a contemplative look on his face as he looks at the two bags sitting near the door. With a sudden assuredness he picks up John’s bag from the floor and takes it out to the car, leaving everyone’s jaw to drop. 

There’s a bunch of yells of “what the hell?!” and “oh my god” as the guys realize that Harry’s staying while John is going, but the camera ignores it, instead deciding to zoom in on the satisfied, probably too-excited grin on Niall’s face. 

And when Harry comes back late that night to their shared room, Niall can’t contain his excitement as he jumps up and hugs Harry tight around his neck. “You did it!” He cheers, lowly because everyone else is sleeping at the point. They’re both giggling like idiots as Harry lifts Niall off the ground and Niall digs his face into Harry’s shoulder. They pull away and Niall shoots off talking about how happy he was when he saw the man pick up John’s bag instead of Harry’s. “So how was it? Did you guys have fun?” Niall asks with a smile and Harry gives a less detailed presentation of what happened after John was sent home. 

“And then, she told me that she was happy I was here.” Harry says and looks to gauge Niall’s reaction, who’s just smiling like the dope he is. 

“Then what’d you do?” Niall asks with a sly look on his face, refusing to look away from Harry’s surprised eyes. 

The surprise slowly melts away and Harry just grins, speaking slowly as he begins to lean forward, “Then I just….” Harry slides a hand around Niall’s neck and slowly places his lips against the blonde boys’. Their eyes close instantaneously and it’s much rougher and passionate than Niall’s been used to from the last few weeks of kissing Taylor. It’s only been seconds but he feels like he’s gasping for air and it takes the blonde a minute before he realizes that it’s because Harry literally just took his breath away. 

“Fuck.” Niall says as he pulls away, leaving Harry to simply laugh and drag Niall’s face to the side to leave a fond kiss on his cheek. 

“We’re fucked.” Harry agrees.

Season 13, Week 6
Barcelona, Spain

Niall begins to feel guilty. 

He feels as if he cheated because technically he did. He was dating Taylor and he kissed Harry. What’s worse… he really liked kissing Harry. He liked kissing Harry more than he liked dating Taylor. 

He and Harry don’t really talk about it, vocally, at least. They give each other constant stares though, and Niall knows that Harry understands what Niall’s feeling. He wants to leave, it’s official. Niall can’t stay here while he feels like he’s dating the wrong person. It’s late, only halfway through the week, and he’s scheduled to go on another group date the day following but he can’t handle it anymore. He waits until the cameras are focused on doing individual interviews when he takes Harry to the side. 

“I’m leaving.” He says quietly, trying to keep his eyes from looking into Harry’s because he really doesn’t want to cry. 

“What?!” Harry hisses, sounding so betrayed that Niall can’t help it and looks back into the green irises that he’s grown to be so fond of. “Niall, no…” 

Niall shakes his head. “Harry, I can’t… I can’t date her anymore. Not when I really want to be..” He covers his mouth, both to stop his mouth from embarrassing him anymore and also to keep himself from crying. 

Harry’s staring at him with such an enamored look, Niall can’t take it anymore. The blonde tears away from the room, tears in his eyes. He knows the cameras are following him up to his room, so he decides to use the time to his opportunity. “I- I need to go home, I’m sorry.” He stutters and he can hear some of the staffers mumbling amongst themselves, in surprise. 

His personal interview is pushed up and he’s suddenly crying in front of the camera about some bullshit problems that he’s having being away from home and how “he doesn’t want to leave but he has to because it’s not fair to Taylor.” 

It’s somewhat true, because he doesn’t want to hurt Taylor, but Niall knows why he’s really crying.

He doesn’t want to leave Harry. 

* * * *

Taylor cries when he goes to tell her he’s leaving and Niall hates himself. 

He spends his entire car ride to the airport crying because he’s hurting and he’s caused other people hurt and he hates that more than anything. Above all else, Niall has always tried to be kind towards others but tonight there were two broken hearts that he didn’t know how to fix. 

In his mind, he knew Taylor would be fine. She still had several awesome guys that she could end up with but selfishly, Niall prays it isn’t Harry.

The producers schedule his flight for him, and he spends the day waiting for his flight, feeling bad for himself and sneakily texting a couple people back home that he’d be back soon and would be in dire need of a good pint. 

The day drags on longer than he expected, as he’s just sitting in the uncomfortable airport chairs, doing his best trying not to cry. It’s not until a couple more hours until his flight that he feels a tap on his shoulder. He hopes to god that it’s just another staffer or some kind of camera man and not some kind of fan, but before he can even recognize a face when he turns around, there’s suddenly someone else kissing him. 

It’s familiar and passionate and Niall instantly knows who it is. 

“Harry?!” Niall gasps into the other man’s mouth, pulling away and trying his best not to look as overjoyed as he actually feels. “What the heck are you doing here?” He asks, utterly confused as the brunette he’s grown so fond of stands in front of him with a packed suitcase hanging over his shoulder. 

“Think your flat in Ireland has room for another?” He asks, a cheeky smile stretched across his face as he asks the question. Niall doesn’t even give him an answer, instead 

They don’t stop kissing until their flight is called and they’re rushed into first class, where they cuddle up as close as possible. They’re giggling and talking about stupid stuff that barely matters until Niall lets out a sudden, pained gasp.

Harry jumps a bit, placing a concerned hand on Niall’s knee,” What, babe, you okay?” 

Niall shakes his head, groaning loudly as he moans, “The men tell all is gonna fucking suck.” 

The flight attendants end up having to shush the pair as their giggling becomes much to loud for the rest of the passengers. 

Season 13, Men Tell All

“So it’s safe to say that you two had an… interesting relationship.” Chris Harrison says to the laughter of the audience around them.

“You could say that.” Niall agrees and there’s a few chuckles throughout the room. 

Chris begins to grill them with questions, asking about their fights and the drama that seemed to follow them. 

Just before the show airs for break, Chris leans forward, “We’re about to let you two go, but I have to ask. You two were the two front runners from the first few weeks, and you two left even though you were pretty much guaranteed a rose for the next week. Plus, you guys left at the same time! It’s safe to say that Taylor wasn’t the only one absolutely shocked. So tell us, what happened?” 

Harry nudges Niall softly along with little smile, allowing him to go first. Niall gives his best charming smile as he sighs, “Ya know… this kind of process is really hard on the heart and the mind, quite obviously, and I think for the first few weeks I was really caught up in the thrill of finding a wife and being in all these amazing countries and then… Then there was a moment in Jasper, right before we left, when I realized that I wasn’t 100% into it.” Niall explains as best he can. “It wasn’t what I thought it was going to be, and I feel bad for staying as long as I did, but I can honestly say that I left as soon as I knew that Taylor wasn’t the one for me.” He says, risking a look towards Harry as he says so.

“Yeah,” Harry continues off of Niall’s words, “I definitely came on the show for Taylor because I saw her last season and I thought that not only was she extremely beautiful, but she was also smart and loyal and had many, many qualities I want in a spouse. But as we got to know each other it became clear that we weren’t exactly perfect soulmates. We both knew it, and I was expecting pretty much every week for her to send me home but she never did, I think she just thought she could change my ways or something, I’m not sure. But I’m with Niall, there was a moment in Jasper where everything became clear and I knew at that point I had to leave as well.” He says softly. 

“So it seems that both of you are speaking about the same light-bulb moment where you realized that this just wasn’t for you, care to tell what happened?” Chris asks with a gleam in his eyes like he knows what’s about to happen. Harry and Niall exchange a quick, calculating glance. They had almost forgot that at the beginning, they didn’t quite like each other. That entire clip was just a flashback of a time that didn’t even feel real. As the months had passed it was easy for Harry and Niall to block out their story of how they met. They fell in love easily and quickly and it was just a part of them to live in the moment and not in the past. The Bachelorette was how they met but it really had little to do with their entire story. 

There’s a minute of silence throughout the room as the two boys just look at one another but it’s broken the minute Harry smirks, “You really want to know?” He asks and the Chris nods with a large smile on his face as the crowd goes wild. “It went a little like this-” Harry says lowly before grabbing Niall’s face and kissing him just like they had that first time, harsh and passionate.

They don’t pull away, even when the room explodes with screams.


Lol i hope someone else actually kind of understands this because I had to crank out all of my bachelor expertise to complete this particular one shot. But hey, I thought it was cute and fun and at least its on time, right?? Sorry for any mistakes andThanks so much for reading lovelies!!!! 

Prompts are open! I do any Niall-centric OTP, OT3, OT4, and OT5! You can see my previous writings here and my master post here.

Kevedd~Oneshot: Kevin POV; Video Games

Sorry this took so long, and it’s a little longer than I hoped. Idea from: anastasiaanesthesiasteen

The house had a welcoming smell to it as we came in. I usually didn’t like the overly disinfectant air, but the more time I spent with him, the more I wanted to stay regardless. I turned my red hat and took it off, brushing my orange hair out of my face. “What now Dor-Edd?” I frowned at my words. It’s been over two weeks since we’ve been dating and I still can’t remember not to say Dork whenever I see him? I’m a lousy excuse for a boyfriend. I shrugged it off and gave him a cool smile, leaning against the wall. He didn’t seem to notice me, or how much I tried to appear nonchalant.
He gave me his usual heart warming gap tooth smile. “Well we may do our homework since you see-” I groaned cutting off his words. He saw my distress of the idea and blushed lightly. I wanted to reach out and touch him. The thought was so incredibly tempting but I knew once I started I wouldn’t be able to stop.
“We can work on our project for chemis-” I gave him an exasperated look. He smiled.
“I have some old video games.” Edd finally said. He unconsciously fixed his hat, making the white stripes more visible than they already were.
I pushed away from the wall, shoving my hands in a pockets. He took that as an invitation to lead me to his room.
We walked up the stairs.
After the first few days, and a lot of convincing, he finally dropped me wearing those stupid bunny slippers and letting me get by with my socks.
I made myself comfortable on the floor beside him. He concentrated on setting up the gaming console. It was rectangular and somewhat large. I wasn’t completely sure what it was, but it was older and in excellent condition. He blew into the cartridge and gave me a smile. My eyes seemed to follow him where ever he went. I smirked when he looked over at me and he started it up.

If I’ve ever wanted to hit Eddward again, now would be the time.
“That was another fun game Kevin, would you like to play again?” I forced a smile and nodded. He returned it, but more genuinely.
How can this dork beat me at video games? Sure I haven’t played it before today. And the controls were something I wasn’t used too but damn, four games later and I seriously still suck.
Double D started up the game again. I frowned when he wasn’t looking. There had to be a way to win. I think about that as we play through the next round. It bothered me that I got the same exact score while I’ve been busy scheming. If I turned into Eddy I was seriously going to be pissed.
My eyes widened when I finally thought of something. I smirked at a cleverly but wiped my face clean when adorkable looked over. “I’m kind of thirsty Edd.” I had meant it in a different way but he stood up.
“I’ll get you something to drink.” He hurried out of the room, so I leaned back relaxing. This might actually be hard.
He came back in a few minutes, holding an almost invisibly clean cup in his hands.
He handed it to me and I took a sip. I actually was pretty thirsty, so I drank half the glass. Before I could set it down he grabbed it, carefully putting it on a placemat. He picked up his controller.
“Ready?” He sounded like he was having fun, so I smiled.
This game I was ready. He gained points easily as his small character jumped around the screen, concentrating on the game I kissed his cheek. His character missed the jump, he lost a few points. “Kevin?” He wondered.
I ignored him and kept playing, we were even on the scoreboard so I lightly nuzzled his neck. He shivered. I heard his character die. I looked up and his eyes narrowed at me. I could tell he was trying to figure out my intentions. They widened and he shook his head, seeming to give up. I kept this going for the next few rounds; kissing this cute pink cheeks, leaning on him, I even laid his head on my lap. He struggled at first with everything but he gave in during the second round. I lost again.
He sat up away from me, his hat slid down and he dropped the controller, fixing it. I smiled a little despite my anger. He really was cute.
“Want to play again?” I nodded but pinned him against the floor. He fell awkwardly but I only smirked. His face turned a funny and cute shade of red. He struggled again.
“What is the meaning of this Kevin?” He asked, confused. I leaned down and kissed his cheek softly. I watched his eyes close when I touched him. I felt my heart race in my chest, but I forced myself to get off. I really couldn’t handle myself around him.
Edd pouted, almost making me attack him again, almost.
“I think we should get started on homework.” I said, my smirk still on my face. He frowned and crossed his arms.
“I like video games,” He surprised me by saying. I laughed but stood up, he followed a little more elegantly.
Maybe I already won…

The end :3

35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“How does a game of strip poker sound?”

Gabriel had popped into your room not two hours previously, lollipop in hand and a permanent smirk on his face. You shrieked at his appearance, throwing the nearest object at him- luckily a balled up shirt and not the knife next to it.

“Nice shirt Y/N,” he laughed, inspecting the torn up piece of material in his hands.

You snatched it back, refusing to meet his eyes, and shoved it into the bin. “What do you want, Gabriel?”

“I want you and those two chuckleheads to play strip poker with me” He whined, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. You gulped, preemptive embarrassment curling in your stomach at the mere thought.

“I-I’m not sure, Gabriel,” you smiled weakly, “how about Cluedo instead?”

He considered the idea for a moment, then shook his head. "Nah, that’s no fun- strip poker it is!”

Then, without warning, he snapped his fingers. There was the familiar whirl of colour you associated with angel air, and then you opened your eyes to find yourself in the library.

A moment later, Gabriel appeared again, this time with Sam, Dean, and Cas at his side. “Hi,” you said cautiously.

Gabriel didn’t mean play strip poker with them, did he? Not with Sam and Cas and Dean?

“Hey short stop,” Dean grinned.

“Jerk,” you muttered, currently too nervous to come up with a comeback.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Cas asked, striding forwards, eyebrows drawn together in concern, “Gabriel said there was an emergency.”

“Yup,” Gabriel dove in before you could answer, “this bunker is experiencing a sad lack of fun, so we’re playing poker.”

Sam stepped forward, towering over the Trickster, “we play poker to pay the bills, not to have fun.”

“Ah,” Gabriel raised a finger, “but this is strip poker.”

You sucked at poker. Seriously, honestly sucked. Normally you were alright, but everything seemed to be going wrong, and you were already down to your undershirt and jeans, having lost your shoes, socks, jacket, and plaid shirt.

“Just can’t keep your clothes on round me, can you Y/N,” Dean teased, throwing down yet another winning round, forcing Sam to take off his second sock. He’d been like this all evening- throwing down remark after remark, and it was getting on your nerves.

Dean Winchester was an annoyingly handsome and kind and sweet- Damn. You hastily returned to the game, glancing down into your hand to see you’d somehow garnered a royal flush.

Triumphant, you all but threw it down and glared at Dean, feeling momentarily emboldened by your victory.

“How-“ he stammered, mouth hanging open.

You pointed at his shirt. “Take it off.”

“Want to see some skin, Y/N?” Dean laughed.

“You heard me,” you insisted, ploughing right through the blush lighting up your cheeks, “Take. It. Off.”

Dean considered you, flaming cheeks and all, and smiled. “Well, since you’re so adorable, I might as well…”

Why in the world must every Jon Snow centric fic have at least one sentence or paragraph or sequence dedicated entirely to how much Catelyn hated him? She didn’t. I mean, my impression is that she was indifferent at worst or actively scared of the potential of what he could do to her children, or what others could do with his help or by convincing him to do it. I mean, think about it from her perspective.

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So you think you're a rebel, huh?

AHHHH a phan smut I’m proud of! Here you little shits go! :D Pairing: Phan**** Warnings: Ehh I mean blow jobs, hand jobs, humiliation kink, and some bad language. ** **Genre: Smut

~ Dan giggled, rolling around on the carpet, attempting to pin Phil down as hard as he could but giving in, realizing that it was no point as Phil was stronger than him. He yelped as Phil held his arms down, giggling above him. “Not fair! Let me go you doofus!!” Dan yelled giggling. Phil let him go and lay down next to him, staring at the ceiling and sighing. “Phil?” Dan called out to his best friend. Phil rolled over and was met with the younger boy already acing him. “Yeah?” He asked. “Will we be friends forever?” The 9 ear old asked. Phil chuckled at the question. Dan was so adorable at times. “I think so, Dan.” Phil replied. The two just stared at each other, a grin spreading across their faces. They were inseparable, the two of them had a bond that nobody could ever break and they were both so happy to have the other. Their friendship was unbreakable.~

  "Dan, are you actually serious right now?!" Phil half-yelled half panted as he approached his friend of 7 years, watching as he sat, slumped against the brick wall next to about six other people who paid him no mind, a cigarette in his mouth, looking up at Phil with a seemingly unfazed expression. He looked Phil directly in the eyes as he removed the cigarette from his mouth and blew a puff of smoke directly into his crouching friend's face, smirking as he coughed and waved the smoke away.

    "Sorry, sugar. Don't know what you're talking about." Dan mocked in a sing-songy voice. He chuckled as he watched Phil' face become extremely red, nearly the shade of a tomato. Damn, was he that mad?

    "Okay, first off, don't fucking call me that, Daniel. Secondly, you were supposed to be waiting outside of the school for me. You blew me off and wouldn't return any of my texts or calls. All for what? A fucking smoke with your chaps? And thirdly, you fucking promised me that you'd stop smoking. You fucking said yourself that you wanted to so, did you not?" Phil replied. His voice was dangerously calm. Dan knew that tone well. He knew that Phil was pissed at him now. He'd even called him by his full name. Two could play at that fucking game.

    "Oh, stop acting like it's that big of a deal, Philip. Besides, I would much rather be having a smoke with them than treading anywhere near your faggot ass. Why don't you go drop off the face of the fucking earth, I wouldn't miss you. I've already got one mum, Phil, I don't need another" Dan shot back. Shaun, one of his mates who had been watching, started laughing. Calling out to his buddies to watch Dan and Phil go at each other. It was one of their favorite things, watching the two bicker. Dan regretted his words the second they came out of his mouth. He knew that he shouldn't have sad that. He dared to look into Phil's eyes, expecting to see anger, but instead finding deep sadness. Dan had never regret anything more than in that moment. Phil looked him back in the eyes, chuckling.

    "Alright, Dan. I'm glad I know how you really feel." Phil replied calmly. A chorus of playful oohs erupted from Dan's mates behind them. To anybody else, Phil would have seemed perfectly normal but Dan knew him. He could feel the sadness hidden behind his words. Phil stood, walking away quickly into the alley. Dan scrambled to his feet calling after him and jogging to catch up. He could hear his fiends calling his name behind him but he didn't care.

    Once he had managed to catch up, he grabbed Phil's wrist and tugged, effectively stopping his movement. He needed to apologize. He would never say something like that to Phil, he didn't known what had came over him.

    "What's wrong Dan? Did you come back here to call me a faggot again? To give me advice on how to kill myself? Were you not done with insulting me yet?" Phil spat. He wasn't facing him. Dan could hear the slight, nearly undetectable waver of Phil's voice, making him feel even guiltier. Phil tried pulling his wrist away but Dan kept his hold firm.

    "Listen, Phil. I-" Phil cut Dan off, spinning around and shoving him against the brick wall across from them. Keeping Dan pinned there by his arms, holding him against the cold wall. Dan gasped, not expecting his friend's actions. He struggled a little bit, realizing the position he had been put in. Phil didn't budge. 

    "No you listen to me, Dan!" Phil said, dangerously calm. "I have put up with your shit for so many years. You think you can just push me the fuck around?! You think that you're so cool, smoking weed and cursing like a sailor? You think you're a rebel, huh?" Phil asked. Dan was staring at him, obviously quite scared. His friend had never been even remotely violent with him. After a minute, he realized that the question wasn't rhetorical.

    "I-uh" He stuttered, not meeting Phil's eyes. He couldn't stand the intensity of the blue orbs. He gasped out quickly as a warm hand grasped at his groin. His eyes shot up to the older boy, looking at him with a confused and slightly scared expression in his eyes, Phil returning his gaze with an amused and triumphant look on his face. 

"I'm sorry, Dan. What was that?" Phil asked innocently, pressing his hand against Dan's jeans, feeling his dick start to harden under his fingers. Dan bit down on his bottom lip to keep a moan from escaping. He wasn't sure what was happening exactly but he didn't want to give Phil the satisfaction of making him moan. 

Phil smirked, watching the boy beneath him blush and try to hold back his moans. He wasn't having that. He wanted to get Dan back somehow, to show him that he's not as cool and collected as he seems to think. He was not the dominant one in this friendship and he wasn't about to get that idea either. He didn't have any control. Phil removed his hand, Leaning forward and catching the boy's lips in a heated kiss. He wasn't surprised when Dan kissed back. After a few minutes, Phil moved his leg in between Dan's legs, brushing Dan's erection harshly. Dan, who was caught off guard by Phil's actions, pulled back and moaned loudly, not able to help himself. Phil smirked victoriously.

"Looks like you're not as collected as you seem to make everyone think, are you Howell?" Phil asked, looking at Dan's face. He truly looked hot. His head was tilted back against the wall, his eyes shut tightly and his face scrunched up in pleasure. He bit his lip to hold back yet another moan as Phil rubbed the boy's erection once again, instead letting out a slightly muffled whine. 
"Dan, I'm not going to stop pleasuring you until you cum, so if you think that holding in your moans is going to work, you're mistaken." Phil mused, still amused by this situation. Seeing Dan like this had seriously turned him on, he was already fully hard. He could feel that Dan was too. Phil rutted up harder against Dan, wanting to hear him moan.

"Phil, oh god" Dan moaned out, almost involuntarily. Phil rutted up harder, obviously liking the way Dan said his name. Phil stopped his rutting altogether, stepping back from Dan. The younger boy let out a frustrated wine at the loss of the delicious friction. 

"Phil!" Dan complained, looking at the smirking boy in front of him. 

"What is it, Dan?" Phil asked, feigning innocence.

"I- you stopped." Dan mumbled, blushing furiously. 

"And? Do you want me to continue?"


"What is it that you want me to do, Dan?" Phil asked, wanting to make Dan beg. Something about seeing him so flustered was making Phil harder by the second. 

"I- uh just... t-touch me, Phil. Please." Dan mumbled. He was looking down, far too embarrassed to meet Phil's eyes, a deep blush covering his cheeks. Phil's dick twitched at the words, loving his shy words. 

"Well, since you asked so nicely." Phil replied, advancing on Dan. He took his arms once again, holding them up by his head. I kissed him hard, slipping my tongue past his lips and pushing against his. He tried to push back but I won. I pulled back, smirking at him. 

"Keep your arms up here. If you move them, you'll be punished." Phil demanded. He let go of Dan's wrists, slipping down Dan's body. Once the realization of what Phil was doing hit him, he shuddered, drawing in a breath. Phil landed on his knees, popping Dan's button and pulling down his zipper, feeling the boy shudder. He pulled the boy's jeans down quickly, helping Dan step out of them and throwing them a couple feet away. He stared at the tent in Dan's boxers, breathing out heavily against it, loving the way the boy above him squirmed. He slowly pulled down his boxers, looking up at Dan who was looking up, his hands clenched into fists above his head. Phil let the boxers sit at Dan's ankles. Without warning, Phil took Dan's tip into his mouth, running his tongue around it. Dan moaned out loudly, thrusting his hips the slightest bit forward. Phil grabbed his hips, pulling him forward a little bit, taking him further into his mouth and sucking. 
"Phil Phil fucking- oh my god go faster please I'm fucking begging you" Dan whimpered out, his head tilted back and his breath coming out in pants. Phil complied, deep throating Dan fast, flicking his tongue through the slit a couple of times making the younger boy buck and whine loudly. 

"Shit Phil oh my god this is-fuck!" Dan shouted loudly, thrusting forward and tilting his head against the wall, biting his lip hard. He looked completely blissed out. Phil pulled off, needing air He instead pumped Dan's dick, hard and fast. He ran his thumb through his slit repeatedly , resulting in Dan bucking erratically. 

"You're loud." Phil commented, a playful edge to his voice. 

"Nngg I'm not- ah! I'm not usually this loud you're- oh fuck... you're just good" Dan stuttered, barely managing to speak coherent sentences due to the immense pleasure he was feeling. 

"I must be. You look like a horny, whimpering mess, Daniel. What happened to the "unbreakable" composure you managed earlier in front of your friends?" Phil teased.

"Oh shit, Phil. If you don't stop I'm going to cum screaming." Dan whimpered, bucking into Phil's mouth and moaning loudly. 

"I would hope so." Phil replied, thumbing his slit relentlessly, Loving the way he whimpered and squirmed. Phil wrapped his lips back around Dan, deep throating him instantly. 

"Ah! Oh shit Phil I'm close I'm close!" Dan yelled, moans pouring out endlessly from his mouth. "Pull off Phil I'm- oh fuck oh ah! I'm gonna cum!!" Dan tried pulling phil off by his hair but Phil wasn't giving in, working him harder, deciding to use his right hand to fondle the boys balls and his other to run up and down Dan's thigh. 

"Ahh shit shit shit Phil I'm gonna cum in your mouth oh my god fuck!" Dan cursed, bucking helplessly, teetering on the edge. Phil could feel Dan twitching in his mouth repeatedly, sucking faster, rubbing his tongue in the boys slit, hearing him moan extremely loud. He was determined to make the boy cum screaming. He wanted to see his pretty face as he came undone. 

"Ahh keep doing that Phil! Nnnghh it feels so good fuck fuck fuck I'm so close- Phil I-" Dan's breathing escalated in pace, he was so close so fucking close "AH SHIT PHIL!" Dan screamed. Phil felt Dan's cum drip down his throat, watching as the boy's head fell backwards, his mouth falling open as his face scrunched up in pleasure. He thrusted harder into Phil's mouth, riding out his orgasm. When he was done, he could barely stand. Phil stood up, looking Dan in the eyes as he swallowed. 

"Well fuck." Dan said in a breathy, scratchy voice. Phil chuckled. He walked over and picked up Dan's pants, Pulling up his boxers and then helping the exhausted boy put on his jeans.

"Wait, Phil. You're hard." Dan noted. 

"I'll take care of it later. I'm close anyways I- oh!" He exclaimed as he felt a hand squeezing his bulge. 

"I'll help you with that." Dan replied. He swiftly pulled both Phil's jeans and boxers down, leaving them around his ankles. He gently backed him against the wall and sucked his dick, liking over the head. He sucked quickly, driving Phil mad. He wasn't nearly as loud as Dan had been, only letting out fast pants and occasional "Fuck"s and "Ah"s. Dan hummed around Phil's length, causing him to buck and gasp. 

"Dan, I'm close" Phil panted, scrunching up his face. Dan hummed around him in response, making him buck once again. 

"Ahh shit Dan!" Phil groaned as he came down the younger boy's throat. Dan worked him through his orgasm. watching how sexy Phil's orgasm face was. He pulled up the boy's boxers, followed by his jeans and got to his feet. 

"Damn." Phil said, they both chuckled. 

"Phil I'm so fucking sorry. For everything. I was a dick. I'm always a dick. You're my best friend an-" Dan was shushed by Phil's had covering his mouth. 

"Dan, that's cheesy as fuck." The two chuckled "And It's okay. I forgive you. I just wanted to prove that you can't just push me around all you want." Phull looked directly into Dan's eyes, removing his hand.

"Phil, I love you." Dan said suddenly. Phil smiled.

"I love you too, Dan." 

"No homo?" Dan asked playfully.

"You just gave me a blow job and you think "no homo" still applies?" Phil chuckles.

"Fine, lots of homo. I love you, in the most homo way ever."

"Me too, you doofus." 

"You're really good at giving blow jobs by the way." Dan told him

“Yeah, I guessed by the way you were moaning my name like a slut.” Phil giggled. Dan blushed, looking down, causing Phil to chuckle. “Come on, let’s go to mine?” Phil asked grabbing Dan’s hand and yanking him forward with him. Dan smiled and nodded, not letting go of Phil’s hand. From that moment on, Dan and Phil were inseparable, even more then they had been as kids, and they were happier then ever.