dude how am i supposed to keep myself awake if you do that

anonymous asked:

Hi! For a Klance prompt, Lance or Keith (your pick) gets infected by some alien thing that makes them tell the truth so they admit their feelings for the other person, but after being 'cured' they don't remember doing it? thanks!

For sure! Hope you like it :D


           “Lance, what are you doing – get away from that!” Keith grabbed the back of Lance’s armor and hauled him backward as the flower exploded a white puff in his face, making Lance sneeze violently. He rubbed the residue off his face, inspecting the white smear it left on his glove.

           “It’s just pollen,” he shrugged. Keith glared at him.

           “Do you know how many people are allergic to Earth pollen? Who knows what alien pollen might do to you?” Lance rolled his eyes.

           “You’re being dramatic. Look, I’m fine. I feel better than ever.” Keith narrowed his eyes.

           “Let’s just keep moving,” he said, shifting his grip on his bayard. “We can probably find a cave in those cliffs up there, hole up there for the night, try and contact the team again in the morning.” Lance nodded.

           “After you,” he said, gesturing grandly. Keith just rolled his eyes and set off, hacking a particularly thorny branch away with his sword.

           They made it to a shallow, unoccupied cave in the cliff face with about an hour to spare before sunset and managed to build a fire before it got too dark to see. They negotiated guard duty and Keith got first watch, leaving Lance to stretch out and go to sleep beside the fire. Except, in typical Lance fashion, he started to talk instead.

           “I’ve never built a fire before. I never thought I would have to,” he said. Keith groaned quietly.

           “Lance, we’ve got a long night ahead of us. You should really try to get some sleep.”

           “I never went camping as a kid. My family didn’t have the money to make a trip like that.”

           “You can tell me about it later. If you absolutely must,” he added under his breath. “Just please be quiet.”

           “We thought it was fancy when they managed to take us out to dinner and a movie. That was a big day. There were four of us plus my parents, and that’s a lot of kids to pay for, so we couldn’t do it very often. But camping was never an option. My sister really wanted to do it. She begged my parents for months. But they wouldn’t let her. It was pretty awful to watch how crushed she was, but to tell the truth, I thought she was being selfish.”

           “Lance?” Keith asked. There was something off about Lance’s voice. It sounded too flat and monotone, as if he wasn’t actually hearing what he was saying. Lance continued as if he hadn’t heard Keith.

           “She knew they couldn’t afford to take all of us, so either she wanted to get special treatment and go without us, or she was just being a whiny brat and harassing my parents because she got fed up with having no money all the time. I got fed up too, we all did. She could have sucked it up like the rest of us.”

           “Lance.” There was definitely something wrong. Lance never talked about his family like this. Certainly not to Keith, at any rate. He sprung to his feet and walked over to where Lance was flat on his back, eyes glassy and unfocused, staring at the ceiling.

           “Of course I still love her but God did she get on my nerves when we were kids sometimes. But I don’t really think about that these days because I’m so homesick. I just think about all the perfect times we had together. You don’t understand it, you know. I don’t think anyone else on the ship understands how close I am to my family and how much I hate being here sometimes. At least Pidge is trying to get her family back. Voltron just keeps me further away. But you especially don’t understand because you don’t have any family.” Keith slapped Lance hard across the face.

           “Snap out of it!” he growled. “What the hell is…?” He bent closer. Something was glowing faintly white on the edges of Lance’s nostrils. The flower. It had infected him or something, and now he was talking without any kind of filter. “I told you that alien pollen was bad news,” he groaned, rubbing his forehead. Lance’s eyes were still just as glassy as before. He barely seemed to register the fact that he had been slapped.

           “It makes me miserable how much you hate me,” he said. Keith, in the middle of searching for some kind of leaf or cloth or anything he could use to try and scrape the gunk off Lance’s nose, paused.

           “You think I hate you?” he asked.

           “Yes,” Lance said. He started at receiving a direct answer and slowly turned back to Lance.

           “Why do you think I hate you?”

           “Because you’re so much better than me, and I annoy you by trying to compete with you. You know you can win so it’s a waste of your time.” Keith sat down heavily.

           “Lance, no. That’s not… that’s not…”

           “Of course I realized recently that the real reason I want to compete with you is because I want you to notice me,” he continued, “because I’ve had an awful crush on you since the Garrison. I thought I just wanted people to think I could be as good as you, but the real issue is that I like you a lot and I’m terrified of you finding out because I know you’ll just laugh at me.” Keith covered his ears.

           “I don’t want to hear this,” he moaned. “Lance, please, stop talking.”

           “I think you’re the most talented and beautiful person I’ve ever met and I started fantasizing about kissing you about two months ago. I even love the mullet even though I still think it’s ridiculous that you have it. I keep flirting with aliens to distract myself but I only do it because I know I won’t have any success. I don’t want to actually date anyone but you.” Keith’s head was between his knees. He wasn’t supposed to be hearing this. It wasn’t fair the way Lance’s confession made his heart speed up in his chest, made him think of the times they’d both caught each other staring lately, made him remember Lance saving his life on their most recent mission and brushing it off like it was nothing. It wasn’t fair to Lance. “I think I might love you, Keith, and I’ve cried twice about the fact that you could never love me back.” Lance’s speech ceased abruptly, leaving a few seconds of silence. “I’m tired. I’m going to sleep now,” he announced, and closed his eyes. Keith heaved a sigh of relief, coming over with a leaf to rub away the white residue on his nose. He dropped a hand on Lance’s shoulder.

           “You do that, Lance,” he said. “You do that.”

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           Lance woke up to morning light groggy and with the worst crick in his neck he’d ever had. He sat up, yawned, and noticed Keith sitting at the edge of the cave, staring off into the woods. He frowned.

           “Dude, why didn’t you wake me up for guard duty?” he asked. “Have you been sitting there awake all night?” Keith jumped at the sound of Lance voice, turned to look at him, and scrambled to his feet.

           “Lance!” he said. “Are you… You seem normal?” Lance blinked.

           “Yeah, why… why wouldn’t I be?” Keith hovered uncertainly, unsure whether or not to move forward.

           “Do… do you not… do you remember last night?”

           “Yeah, we planned for guard duty, you said you’d wake me up in a few hours, and then you just never did! Come on, man, let people help you sometimes, you’re going to be exhausted now.” Keith bit his lip.

           “So… nothing else?” Lance stared.

           “What happened?”

           “Nothing!” Keith said hurriedly. His cheeks were slightly red for some reason. “I… I tried to wake you up but I couldn’t. You were too sound asleep. So yeah, I’ve been awake all night, asshole.” The insult was only half-hearted and didn’t really seem to land. Lance blinked.

           “Okay,” he said. “Well, we probably better see if we can’t find a way to signal the castle. It looked like there were settlements further up the cliff, let’s see if we can find some alien friends.” Keith nodded in agreement, heading to stamp out the fire. As Lance gathered his Paladin armor, he kept glancing sideways at his rival and his friend, wondering what had really happened last night – and why Keith was lying.

[I am no longer accepting prompts, just completing the ones in my inbox]

As It Seems: Chapter 4

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Summary: You and Dean finally upgrade from the under-the-mattress storage to an actual car where you get caught up on the rest of the team

Word Count: 1984

Warnings: None

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~Reader’s POV~

“Aww, they’re so cute, aren’t they?”

The light assaulted my eyelids and I groaned and turned away from it as much as I could, which just elicited a pained grunt from the person beside me. And just like that, everything came hurtling back to me.

“Oh my God, Dean. I’m sorry!” I tried to open my eyes so I could carefully extract myself from this coffin without hurting him more, but let’s be honest here, at the moment I was positive that the attack of light on my optical nerves was just as painful as his gunshot wound. We’d been in the dark for… who knows how long. We’d both fallen asleep a few hours after we passed through the checkpoint without any problems. It could be years later. Centuries, even.

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Fuzzy {Anthony Ramos x Reader}

Originally posted by yay4hamlet

Hello there! So this is my first Hamilton fanfic and I would greatly appreciate it if you didn’t really point out the flaws in my writing (unless they’re typos because I freaking hate those and would love to fix them). If anyone has any requests, feel free to dm me or send me an ask. Well that’s all so read on

Word Count: 911

Summary: You’re a part of the ensemble in Hamilton and during a performance you were attacked on staged. You wake up entirely confused, having no recollection of what happened or who anyone is.

“What am I supposed to do? Just walk out of here and leave her?”

I wake up to the sounds of people arguing and machinery beeping. Everything is so fuzzy and I can’t figure out where I am. Finally opening my eyes, I see people in clothing that could only replicate that of the revolutionary era. I see an abundance of people milling around the room. Why are there so many people? They’re everywhere in petticoats and corsets which makes no sense at all.

“Seriously?! Is that what you really want me to do?”

I turn to see where the yelling is coming from and I find two people talking by the door. There’s this guy with freakishly curly hair tied into a tight ponytail and so many freckles that I couldn’t even imagine counting them. Standing across from him is a man with darker hair and some stubble. The commotion seems to be coming from them.

“Yes. That’s what I want you to do, Anthony, but don’t make it sound so bad. I just want you to go get cleaned up and get that cut checked out. I think you might need stitches. After that you can come back and see her when she wakes up. But until then you need to go take care of yourself.”

The man with dark hair seems to be more reasonable than the other, whose name appears to be Anthony. He speaks with rationality and logic while Anthony seems to be talking nonsense. Anthony seems to really care about this girl that they keep mentioning.

“Look, I can take care of myself just fine so back off. But right now she’s unable to take care of herself and I need to help her. I don’t want her to wake up alone, Lin.”

A lady dressed in scrubs makes her way between Anthony and Lin. She pushes through the crowd and the groups of people conversing amongst themselves. She looks slightly annoyed and I can’t help but relate to her. It’s too loud in here. Too crowded with people that I don’t know. She continues to make her way to my bed, stopping at the foot of it to pick up a clipboard which I assume has my charts on it. She writes something down on it then checks on the IV bag hanging beside my bed. Then she looks at me and I at her.

“She’s not going to wake up alone. Do you see how many people are in here? You are clearly not the only one who cares about her. We are all going to be by her side when she wakes up. And once you get yourself put together you can be by her side as well. She’s going to be fine so stop all this unnecessary worrying.”

The nurse gives me a soft smile as I come to the realization that I am the girl the men are talking about. The man named Anthony seems to care about me immensely but I have no idea who he is. How can a stranger be so worried about my well-being? I mean, he is stranger, right?

This time it’s the nurse whose voice you hear. She softly says to you, “Well hello, sleepyhead. You were out for quite some time. I was beginning to get a bit worried until I realized that you were administered a larger dosage of medicine than you were supposed to receive. But everything is alright. You had some internal bleeding, but you were rushed to surgery and the doctors fixed you right up. Now you’ll need to stay in that bed for the next couple of days because we don’t want any complications. Does that sound good, sweetheart?”

For some reason, Anthony could hear the nurse talking all the way across the room and snapped his head to look at where I lay. His eyes widen as he looks at me. It makes me wonder if I have any strange marks on my face. As I reach up to feel if I do, Anthony races across the room and grabs my hand.

“Y/N! Oh my god, you’re awake! I was so worried. We were all so worried. I mean the dude rammed into you so hard and then you hit one of the props on stage and then you wouldn’t wake up. We couldn’t seem to get to the hospital fast enough. The ambulance kept getting stuck behind stupid cars with stupid people who refused to move to the side of the stupid road. Oh, I’m so relieved that you’re awake.”

I’ve never heard someone talk so fast before. It’s like he was saying a million words per second and it took me a while to fully understand him. It seemed like he thought he had about two seconds before I would fall asleep again. But here I am, still very awake and very confused.

He continued to look at me as I gazed around the room to find everyone’s eyes on me. It’s quite an uncomfortable feeling and I really don’t know what to do about it.

“Y/N?”

I turned back to look into the hazel eyes that felt like they were reading into my soul. And with just three sentences I could feel the hearts of everyone in the room drop, the fastest one holding on to my hand.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know who you are. I don’t know who any of you are.”

A/N: Bum bum bummmmm. Well I hope that was okay and that you liked it. A part 2 may be in the future but that all depends on y’alls response. Peace out my peeps

Update: pt 2  pt 3

TRUE DETECTIVE (SEASON ONE) STARTERS.
send a sentence or send ✉ for a random starter. some trigger warnings apply. continued under the cut. change as needed.

  • kind of a strange guy, huh?
  • don’t be assholes. you want to hear this or not?
  • you know, i’ve seen all the different types.
  • we all fit a certain category.
  • i was just a regular-type dude with a big-ass dick.
  • a smart guy who’s steady is hard to find. 
  • i’d offer you a seat, but uh…
  • past a certain age, a man without a family can be a bad thing.
  • this is gonna happen again. or it’s happened before.
  • you get that from one of your books?
  • listen, this is a stupid time to mention this, but you got to come to dinner.
  • there’s nothing i can do about it. maybe not today. maybe not tomorrow. 
  • i’m gonna have a drink.
  • people out here, it’s like they don’t even know the outside world exists.
  • might as well be living on the fucking moon.
  • can i ask you something? you’re a christian, yeah?
  • i believe that people shouldn’t talk about this kind of shit at work.
  • look, i’d consider myself a realist, all right, but in philosophical terms, i’m what’s called a pessimist.
  • i’m bad at parties.
  • i think human consciousness is a tragic misstep in evolution.
  • huh. that sounds god-fucking-awful, ___.
  • i wouldn’t go around spouting that shit if i was you. 
  • people around here don’t think that way. i don’t think that way.
  • so what’s the point of getting out of bed in the morning?
  • i get a bad taste in my mouth out here.
  • i got an idea. let’s make the car a place of silent reflection from now on.
  • what should i bring for dinner?
  • when you’re at my house, i want you to chill the fuck out.
  • i’m not some kind of maniac, all right? i mean, for fuck’s sake.
  • fuck that prick.
  • we’ll lake two large long Island iced teas, please.
  • what kind of tits does she have?
  • you get pills pretty easy?
  • this place is like somebody’s memory of the town, and the memory’s fading.
  • stop saying shit like that. it’s unprofessional.
  • you get any sleep last night?
  • i don’t sleep. i just dream.
  • you believe in ghosts?
  • i’m gonna have to call a little timeout, make a beer run.
  • why is this so important to you all of a sudden?
  • she was high. fucked up.
  • what the hell? you can barely stand up.
  • i don’t drink ‘cause I’ve had trouble with it before.
  • have some more coffee and just try to make 10 minutes of conversation.
  • people change, relationships change.
  • i believe that shit leads to cancer.
  • then start asking the right fucking questions.


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Family Gatherings

This is pure self indulgent fluff. Also the Phone Fic that I keep bloging about. Can be found here on my ao3!
Rating: PG (Mild language)
Words: 5,112
Gen


Family gatherings are not words generally associated with the individuals who make up Gotham’s vigilantes. Strategy meetings, subterfuge, infighting, assassin, spy, creepy, know it all. These are terms they are well versed in. This is why the text message that Bruce sent out at 9 am on Saturday was such a surprise.

I request that all of you come to the manor for a family gathering at 7. Alfred will be serving dinner promptly at 7:30. What the hell is that supposed to mean Tim?!” Dick could practically hear his little brother shrugging on the other end of the phone.

“I dunno. Maybe he wants to go over his will.”

“That’s not funny and you know it.”

“C'mon Dick! Like you have a better explanation?”

Dick sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “No. Do you think everyone will come?”

“I know Steph and Harper will out of pure curiosity. Everyone else,” Tim paused and took a deep breath, releasing the rest of his sentence on the exhale, “who knows.”

Dick nodded, not really caring that he couldn’t be seen as habit was habit. “Ok. Well Damian will be, Cass for sure, Babs is going to be there cause she hates being out of the loop, Jason…” Dick trailed off, looking down at his bare feet. He’d woken to find the text blinking at him from a half dead phone screen. Knowing that he’d have seen it already too Dick immediately called Tim and had been pacing around the apartment in his pajamas with the now nearly dead cell to his ear.

“Yeah,” Tim said empathically.

“Maybe he’ll come for Alfred?” Dick tried.

“You know him better than I do.”

“You’re right. And I don’t even know why he does half the things he does. I’ve gotta charge my phone. I’ll see you later?”

Tim snorted. “Of course you do. Alright, yeah. I’m meeting up with Tam soon anyway. Bye.”

“Bye,” Dick frowned at the phone. Now that the call with Tim had ended it had returned to the group chat Bruce had sent his text in. Not a single person had replied and Bruce likely didn’t expect them to. Just that they showed up. He stuck it on a charger in the living room and went to get a shower. After breakfast Dick collapsed onto the couch. Having wrapped up a case the night before he decided to reward himself with some video games.

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The Ideal Type

D.O. x Reader (ft. Kris)
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 2067
Summary: Y/N has the perfect ideal type: tall, business man, serious. That’s until she meets the man of her actual dreams.

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

It’s spring. It has been spring for a while actually. How do I know? There are couples everywhere. And with everywhere, I mean that I have seen some 10 of them being all unnecessarily lovey-dovey today alone. And no, it isn’t valentine’s day either. I checked.

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Changing Wings

Cas One Week Writers Challenge: @deanwinchester-af @sis-tafics

Prompt: Not a Typical Sunday

Word Count 3123

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Tags: Soulmate AU - Kinda, I twisted it. You’ll see. Reader injury.

First of all, can I say wow. Thank you all so much for your support! It’s making my day to jump online and see all the likes and reblogs so thank you all so much!! Secondly thanks @deanwinchester-af and @sis-tafics ’ for running another prompt week. I’ve had an absolute blast, and can’t wait for the next one to roll around. Are we going with Sam or Crowley next time? ;P

Also, this one ran kinda long, and I forced myself to stop. If you want more/ a continuation lemme know? Thanks!

You groaned, raising your hand to your face. Letting it drop when you felt the warm trickle of blood hit your fingertips. You knew you were rusty, but not quite this bad. Sam’s face swimming in front of yours as he knelt beside you. Dean’s shoulder in your spine. Propping you up. You were aware Sam was trying to talk to you, but you couldn’t hear him. Unable to read his lips as he spoke. Your head swam, and your vision faded to black.

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it’s so clear now

Originally posted by deangifsdaily

Words: 5k+
Rating: M
Pairing, characters: Dean x Female Reader, Sam
Note: Set in s12, no real mentions of any canon stuff, with the exception of Mary Winchester being alive. I swear I didn’t mean for this to be this long.
Warnings: Canonical descriptions of violence, walk-through of basic concussion protocol, but nothing too medical. Smut is pretty tame, but Dean totally has a dirty mouth. Avoid this if that’s not your jam.

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You quite literally run into the Winchesters for the first time in months when you come around the corner in an abandoned house where a few ghosts are hanging out, and you almost clock Dean in the face with an iron poker before you realize it’s him.

Christ, kid.” He says, his voice gruff.

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” You ask after you catch your breath.

“Same thing as you, I’d wager.” Dean says wryly, and you roll your eyes.

“No shit, smartass.” You say, grinning at him before he smiles back at you, before pulling you into an embrace, his arms banding tight around your waist.

When he lets go, you do the same with Sam, and he lifts you off your feet a little bit before kissing your cheek, smiling gently at you. “You okay?” He asks, gesturing towards your face where you already know you’re bleeding a little bit.

“This? Oh, yeah. That was pure clumsiness, not work-related.” Your tone is sheepish. “Wasn’t looking where I was going, hit myself in the head with the damn chandelier. ”

“You gank the ghost yet?” Dean asks, all business as he looks around to gauge the situation.

“Can’t find her bones.” You grouse, feeling a little bit embarrassed. It’s never taken you this long before. “The research I did wasn’t accurate. The archives in town are new enough that they don’t account for the cemetery being dug up and moved.”

Sam shrugs at you. “No worries, we’ll figure it out. Three heads are better than one.”

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Originally posted by natpekis

Dating Bucky Barnes would include…

  • Bucky confiding in Steve when he starts to get these weird feelings around you 
    • The man hasn’t had a lovey-dovey relationship since the 40s and he’s fucking terrified each time his heart about leaps out of his chest when he’s near you
  • Natasha and Wanda cornering him and letting him know that if he breaks your heart, there will be hell to pay
  • Sam constantly teasing Bucky about his crush on you
    • Let’s face it, everyone would be teasing poor Buck about it
  • You being so confused when Tony stars asking you what you look for in a life partner and you just randomly blurt out “man buns”
    • Bucky walking around the corner with - wait for it - a man bun and backpedaling to go quickly tell Steve he puts his hair up in a bun all the time
  • After months and months of pining after you, he finally gets the damn courage to ask you out
  • He goes to Clint for help because Clint’s been in plenty of stable relationships and he doesn’t trust Steve with this because Steve would just be so happy for his best friend and then forget all about what Bucky came to him for
  • “Dude, just ask ‘em. Nothing has to be fancy about it. If you’re gonna propose, that’s a whole different area and you’ll want Times Square for that shit”
  • And Bucky does
  • And you say yes
  • Everyone can hear Bucky’s whooping throughout the entire tower before he realizes you hadn’t left the room
    • “oh my god he’s so cute and oh my god he asked me out and fuck, did I say yes? DID I REMEMBER TO SAY YES?”
  • Your first date is pizza and a walk through the park
  • He kept apologizing for such a shitty date but he couldn’t think straight because holy fuck you said yes
    • “We haven’t even gone anywhere yet, Buck”
    • “We haven’t?”
    • “Nope and I’d like to. I think Tony’s close to giving us “the talk” and I would very much like to skip that”
  • You two get to the pizza parlor and opt for a back corner booth
  • Bucky’s fidgeting the entire time - he’s nervous as fuck and he is sweating like crazy
    • He also sees the way some of the other people are eyeing him
    • You reach over and grab his hand, sending him a soft smile
    • “Don’t focus on your surroundings for once, Bucky”
    • And he didn’t - he just kept staring at your beautiful smile and the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed and they’re so gorgeous
  • The walk through the park is so peaceful and the stars are shining so brightly and the moon is out in full
  • All he can think about is kissing you but that gentleman in him is screaming it’s too soon and -
    • Your face is right in front of his and you’re grinning at him
    • He can’t help himself and cups your face in his hands, bringing your lips to his, for once forgetting about his metal arm
  • “I was wondering when you’d do that”
  • After that, there isn’t a day that goes by when you two aren’t attached by the hip
  • He always has an arm around you; he likes to know that you’re still there
  • So much cuddling - like, so much
  • He’s such a good cuddler
  • He just holds you close and your hands are always intertwined
  • It took a while for him to open up enough for the two of you to sleep in the same bed
  • He was afraid you’d run at his screams and thrashing during his nightmares
  • But you didn’t - you’d coax him awake by peppering kisses all over his face, offering to talk about it when he finally woke up to your worried face
    • “You don’t - it’s not something you should know”
    • “All right, Buck. Just know I’m here when you’re ready, okay? I’m always here for you.”
  • He still doesn’t like letting you touch his arm, even though you assured him he could never hurt you
  • Sam and Tony love messing with him and would occasionally flirt with you just to see Bucky tick
    • They keep forgetting how bad of an idea that is
    • Tony received two broken fingers and a black eye
    • Sam could not find Redwing anywhere and discovered it, a broken mess, hanging outside the door to his room
    • You don’t think you ever saw Bucky grin so wildly before at Sam’s anguished screams
  • “What’s a graphics card, doll? Why do you need it? And what the hell is with all the damn acronyms?”
  • “Doll, I am not cutting my hair just so you can see what I looked like in the 40s. There are pictures everywhere!”
    • “But it’s not the same!”
  • You’re always worried about him when he goes out on solo missions and are constantly asking Steve and Maria for updates
  • Bucky always watching out for you when the two of you go on missions together
    • “On your right, darlin’”
    • “You might wanna duck, doll, that guy’s been staring at your ass and I’ve had just about enough of it”
    • “But we’re technically the enemy here; aren’t they supposed to be shooting at me?”
    • “You have a really nice ass and I am the only one allowed to stare”
  • You catch Bucky training one day and his metal arm is exposed and you’re just so transfixed
  • That night he doesn’t sleep with a sweatshirt on and he sits for a while as you come out of the bathroom
    • “Something wrong, Bucky?”
    • “I’m…do you want to…?”
  • And of course you want to touch his metal arm - you had been waiting until he finally felt comfortable enough with you and you can’t help the giant grin
  • You’re just so happy and so proud of how far he’s come with his past and you rush to him, tackling him in a hug
  • Then things turn serious and you’re holding his metal hand and you bring it to your lips, planting kisses to each finger before kissing a trail to his scars before you place your lips on his
    • “It makes me so happy that you not only trust me, but you trust your own control now, Buck. I love you”
  • He doesn’t know what to do at first; he’s so shocked to hear those three words from you and you see the tears brimming at the corner of his eyes 
    • “I love you too, (Y/N)”
  • It’s the first night the two of you take things farther
  • Clothes are shed and lips are everywhere and his name is a mantra on your lips and shit he’s yours
  • He can’t get over the fact that this is real and it’s not some horrible dream he’d wake up from and as your nails rake down his back he breathes your name and - shit they’re mine

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This got so out of hand. Like, this is so long. Sooo long but I had so much fun writing this and I can’t help myself when it comes to Bucky. 

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Lil bonding fic for day 2 of @lesbianalluraweek (coming out/telling the team) sorry I couldn’t get this out last night, I ad a rlly bad headache
(Also everything here is completely platonic team bonding, I do not ship or condone p@llura)
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It was a rare night that the princess could not sleep.

It was common that she’d neglect the practice, deeming her work more important. But she hardly ever was simply incapable of falling asleep.

That night, there simply happened to be a particular subject on her mind, one that required the waking mind to contemplate. An incredibly complex topic, one difficult for any being to think of without extreme confusion and overwhelming emotion.

Girls, and why the hell they were so beautiful.

She’d been sitting in her chambers for nearly two vargas now, stuck on this question. Images of girls she’d met along her travels with the new paladins flashed in her mind, filling her with a sense that she couldn’t quite place.

It wasn’t lust, nor was it a love, or admiration. At least, she didn’t think so. But she couldn’t be sure.

One thing she was sure of, however, is that girls were beautiful and incredible and stunning and nothing could ever compare to them and the way they made her feel.

Eventually, her train of thought reached a simple loop of that girl is beautiful, I wonder if she felt the same way about me. Did I give a good first impression? Am I one of those beautiful girls?
She resolved to go speak with one of the paladins, perhaps they could take her mind off the subject.

Wandering the halls, she realized only two of the five paladins were awake and out. Keith was fighting his ass off in the training room, but she knew he spared no glances for women of any sort, and decided to keep walking. She eventually reached the Green Lion’s hangar, where Pidge was hunched over at her laptop, coding away with a stale glass of nunvill at her side.

“Hello, Pidge,” she said softly, walking into the hangar.

Pidge didn’t respond, but she did pause in her typing.

“Would you like a blanket? Or..” she grimaced. “A new glass of nunvill? One that hasn't… crystallized?”

“M’good,” Pidge mumbled, through a large chunk of hair stuffed in her mouth. “Why’re y’up?”

“I had a question that’s been… bugging me. I supposed you may be the best to help me answer it.”

The younger girl blinked slowly, seemingly to take an extra few moments to process her words through her sleep-deprived state.

“Wha’s th’ question?”

“Well,” Allura began, unsure how to phrase it. “You’re a girl, correct?”

“Yeah?”

“On Earth, do girls… you know,” she mashed her cupped hands together in a sort clapping motion.

“Have sex,” Pidge offered, trying to provide whatever word she was looking for. “Date? Kiss?”

She nodded uncertainly, still uncertain as to what Pidge meant by those terms, but they felt like they might be what she was describing.

“Yeah, it’s not suuuuuper common but it happens,” she explained.

Allura sat down next to Pidge, folding her hands in her lap.

“Back on Altea we had this thing called qandaf. It was a sort of relationship, in which two–or more–people would spend time together, go to qandaf events together, do… intimate things together, and eventually, if the relationship worked out, become life partners.”

“Yeah, we call that dating,” Pidge reaffirmed, turning to rest on the skirt of Allura’s dress.

“On Altea, a qandaf between girls, or between boys, was a very common thing. I was wondering if it was the same on Earth, or if that even… happened?”

“Oh! Yeah, like I said, it’s not the most common thing, but it definitely happens! We even have special words for relationships like that, and for people who swing that way!”

She perked up. “Can you tell me what those words are?”

Pidge shot up, breaking out a wide grin.

“Dude, yes! Of course I can! Get ready Princess, you’re about to have a crash course in Gay Shit 101 with Professor Pidge!”

Allura flapped her hands in her lap, letting out a rush of excitement at being able to bond with one of her paladins. And over girls, no less!

Pidge fished a small notebook out of her pocket and passed it to her, along with a pen.

“Take notes, there’s gonna be a lot.”

She opened the notebook and poised the pen, ready to write down anything and everything important about the discussion.

“First of all, a relationship between two people of the same gender is referred to as gay. It’s also an umbrella term for anyone who’s attracted to the same gender. There’s also a specific words for girls who like girls, and only girls, which is a lesbian. I’m a lesbian myself, girls are great.”

“Girls are great,” Allura mumbled, writing downs the words Pidge was telling her.

“Now, after those two, there’s also bisexual, which is someone who likes two or more genders. That’s what Lance is, by the way. There’s also pansexual, which is attraction to all genders. One can have a preference, but they have the capacity to be attracted to any and all genders. I think Shiro is pan, but I’m not sure.”

“There’s also polysexual, which is sort of a middle ground between the two, where someone is attracted to multiple genders, but not all. Hunk is ply, he likes people who aren’t fully any binary gender. So like, if someone identifies as somewhat male or somewhat female, but not all the way, he’d like them, but not if they were just a boy or a girl. But then we get into the specifics of gender and what is and isn’t and whether gender is even real or not and that’s a complicated discussion for another day.”

Allura set the pen down as Pidge stopped talking, smiling nervously.

“That was… more than I anticipated.”

Pidge snorted, throwing her hands. in the air.

“Earth is gay! Earth is really gay, Princess,” she exclaimed.

“Pidge?”

“Yes, Princess?”

“I think I may be what you called… a lesbian?”

“Wait, really!? Nice!”

“I am glad that it excites you,” she chuckled, a little confused by her reaction.

“Man, I am so glad there aren’t any straight people on this ship,” Pidge sighed, lying back down on the hangar’s cold metal floor.

Allura nodded along, despite not knowing what that word meant. She had a feeling.

“Dude! You know what this means?”

“What?”

“I gotta show you my Hayley Kiyoko playlist! Wait here, my phone is in my room!”

Pidge jumped up, dashing out of the room. She smiled as she watched her go to grab her music. The entire encounter had gone far better than she had anticipated, and she was hopeful. Perhaps it could go over as well with the rest of the team when she told them.

Until then, she was content to spend time with Pidge in her lion’s hangar, listening to Earth music and talking about the pure gift to the universe that was girls.

anonymous asked:

can you write a fluffy sterek where Derek proposes to Stiles and its all cute and romantic???


So there are a lot of proposal fics in this fandom, I don’t know if this is anything new, but I’ve also been wanting to write the ‘be my person’ idea for a while, so I kind of killed two birds with one stone (metaphorically speaking, of course)… Thanks for the prompt, nonnie! Hope you enjoy!



“Dereeeekkkkk,” Stiles slurs happily, falling into his arms. “Hi, dude! What’re you doing here?”

Derek looks pointedly past him to the club, where someone stumbles out the door, flashing lights and music spilling after them, giggles, and then slams into the wall.

“When you started drunk texting me about my beard I figured it was probably time for me to come get you,” Derek says, slipping an arm around Stiles’ waist where he’s sagging against the light post, “Come on, it’s time for bed.”

“Noooo,” Stiles whines, abruptly petulant, “You should come inside and dance!! I’m trying to find someone pretty to kiss me. Not as pretty as you. But kinda pretty. I want to kiss someone kinda pretty.”

“Come on,” Derek says again, tugging him towards the car he left running, “You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

“You could dance too!” Stiles says, still pulling against Derek in a fruitless attempt to steer them into the club, “Dude, you remember how I know you’re bi but I’m not supposed to tell? I’m not gonna tell. But there are really pretty guys in there. I could not get them but you totally could. Don’t you want to kiss someone pretty?”

“Yeah,” Derek sighs, as Stiles sways against his body and throws his own arm around Derek’s shoulder, “But not tonight.”

“Mm’kay,” Stiles says, resting his head on Derek’s shoulder. “Sleepy time.”

“No,” Derek says, “Let’s get you home and you can drink some water. Then you can sleep.”

“Sleep here,” Stiles sighs, warm air brushing his neck, “Night night.”

“Hey,” Derek says, shaking him awake long enough to slide him into the passenger seat, “I thought you wanted to go kiss somebody.”

“I changed my mind,” Stiles says, and then looks gloomily out the window.

Derek sighs, shutting the door. Stiles is distractible on his best days, but when drunk, he changes moods more than Lydia changes clothes.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Derek asks, putting the car in gear.

“Nothin’” Sitles says, tipping his forehead against the cold window. “This was supposed to be a good night, you know? I was supposed to distract myself from all the happy.”

“The happy?”

“Yeah, you know, everybody’s so happy right now. Everybody’s in loveeee. Why can’t I be in love? I just want to kiss someone pretty, that’s all. And then be in love with them. I just want to be someone’s person, you know?”

“No,” Derek says honestly. At this point, he’s not sure if it’s Stiles talking, or the liquor.

“You know, people have a person. Like… Like Scott and Kira. Or Lydia and Cora. I want a person. I want to be a person.”

“You are a person,” Derek says helplessly.

“No, you don’t understand,” Stiles says, looking as though he might cry. “It’s like… who do you call first? When you have an extra ticket, who do you take? Who do you want to see before you go to bed? Who would you call to bury the body? Your person.”

“Okay,” Derek says slowly, but Stiles keeps talking.

“I used to be Scott’s person. But now he has Kira to be his person, but he’s still my person, but I want my person to be the person who wants me as their person.”

“You’re my person,” Derek tells him honestly, “All that stuff… you’re my person, I guess.”

“Noooo,” Stiles moans, “it doesn’t count! Everybody else gets to kiss their person.”

“Right,” Derek says stiffly. “And you don’t want to kiss me.”

Stiles turns his head and takes a long look at him. “Nevermind,” he says softly. “It doesn’t matter.”


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anonymous asked:

Leverage OT3 with "“Ok, so you panicked and kissed the human so he wouldn’t drown, but we can’t keep him and he can’t leave if he knows about us merpeople, so what are we going to do” au"

Hardison wakes up tied to something with the sound of two people arguing close by, which is not his favorite way to wake up. It is even less his favorite way to wake up when he opens his eyes and finds himself staring a fish full in the face, because he is underwater, and apparently tied up with kelp like a baby otter. “No way,” he says, and somehow doesn’t drown even though he isn’t wearing scuba gear.

“He’s awake,” someone hisses, also not muffled through scuba gear, and Hardison shifts around, swimming awkwardly, until he comes face-to-face with …

Well. They are definitely not mermaids, because mermaids do not exist, but also, they are definitely mermaids. “We can’t just keep him, Parker,” says the dude mermaid, who would probably be called a merman if mermaids existed, sounding angry. His hair is floating around his head like a halo and he looks like he would kick someone’s ass if he had feet.

“You were the one who kissed him,” says the lady mermaid, who is definitely topless, that is a thing that is happening, she is a topless mermaid and Hardison keeps his eyes on their hair because that is the safe and smart thing to do.

“Who kissed me? I do not remember kissing, and also I do not believe in mermaids.”

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Date Disruptor

Fandom: Marvel  - Bucky x Reader
Request: “How about a fic where the avengers girls are trying to set up the reader with other guys in an attempt to try and find the reader love despite being an avenger, but realizing that Bucky’s been keeping tabs on her dates and decide to continue setting Reader up to make him jealous and finally confess.” 
Word Count: 1692
Warnings: swearing -the usual


I shoved the phone from my face. “Nope” I replied and the girls groaned. “Y/N, come on isn’t there one guy you find attractive here?” Nat asked. I sighed, taking another look on the phone, swiping until a half-decent guy came up.

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Happy Little Phil (quick drabble)

Pairing: Phan

Relationship: Best Friends

Word count: 1,541

Genre: Fluff, comfort

AO3 version

Based on this post. Enjoy!!

This was no surprise, really. He was used to it; about once a year all these thoughts somehow wouldn’t leave him alone. Not that he didn’t think about this on a regular basis, but there was always that time of year where everything just got too much.

It was currently 4:35am and Dan was laying on his carpet staring off into space. He knew it was stupid to let the thoughts consume him like this, but the fact that humanity has no purpose whatsoever in the universe and death is unavoidable kept him awake more times than he’d like to admit. What’s the point? Everyone is walking around and time is ticking, time is ticking and it’s ticking fast, and soon everything and everyone he loved would either die or vanish. He would die. Eventually. It wasn’t the thought of death or what came after it that scared Dan, but the burning guilt of feeling like he wasn’t doing enough with his life. He would be doing so much, but even that wouldn’t be enough. Life is so short, how the hell was he supposed to achieve happiness? He stood up and started pacing around in his room, phrasing his thoughts out loud, well above a whisper. It was now 5am and Dan was too engrossed in his own thoughts to hear the knock on his door.

“Dan?”

Phil turned the doorknob slowly and peeked his head inside. The sudden sound of another voice in the room startled Dan and he quickly felt embarrassed for once again talking to himself this late at night.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice a bit high pitched and raspy.

“I can hear you from my room.”

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll go to bed.”

Dan cleared his bed of his laptop and phone and pulled the covers back, assuring Phil he didn’t need to worry about him anymore.

Phil sighed, slowly walking over to Dan’s bed and sitting down. “Dan, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, dude, don’t worry, it’s just the usual.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked after clicking his tongue.

Dan shrugged, “not really. I mean, there isn’t much you can do, and these thoughts are kind of depressing to some people. Plus, I don’t want to keep you awake any longer. It’s fine, I’m going to bed now.”

Phil patted the spot on the bed next to him. “It’s not like we have anything important to do tomorrow. I want to make sure you’re alright, and even if I can’t help, talking about it usually gets your mind off of stuff, doesn’t it?”

It did feel nice whenever he told Phil about his worries. Although this one was hardly solvable, maybe having one on one time with his best friend and venting about the subject wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Well you know. Existential crisis and the inevitability of death!” Dan threw his hands in the air and jokingly shook them, but then cleared his throat and decided to get serious. “You know, it’s not that I’m scared. It’s just. It’s all so unavoidable and unanswerable, it bothers me a bit.”

“You’re not going to know all the answers to everything, Dan. No one does.”

“Yeah yeah, I know, that’s not what I mean. I don’t want to be some omnipotent God that knows the answer to everything in the universe. I don’t even know if I want to know the answers to any of the questions I have in mind. I just like thinking about it. Well, I don’t “like” thinking about it. I mean, it’s good and I’m glad I’m so self aware, but at the same time, it just gets kind of annoying the fact that these thoughts won’t leave me alone.”

Phil rhythmically tapped his fingers on the mattress and nodded in agreement.

“And then there’s the whole ‘we are all going to die eventually’ business. I’m not really worried about me. I know and have accepted that I am going to die. But you know, it’s just everyone else… My parents, my friends… You. God, what if you die first, Phil!? What the hell am I going to do? What if you die tomorrow in a car crash or get diagnosed with a deadly disease? What if you jus-”

“Dan.” Phil turned his whole body to face Dan’s and firmly grasped his shoulders with both of his hands. “Dan, I’m here. I’m alive.”

“I know, but you’re not going to live forever, you’re going to die and-”

“But I’m alive right now. Right this second. I’m alive. And so are you.”

Dan let out the breath he didn’t even know he had been holding. “I tell myself I don’t care, that nothing matters because humans are insignificant and have no purpose in the universe. But I do care, and I am scared, and I hate it that I let these vulgar human feelings control me.”

“That’s what you are.”

“What do you mean?”

“You are a human, so of course you are going to have those ‘vulgar human feelings’. You are going to get worried, stressed, and feel things that you don’t want to feel, but that’s just how humans work. You are human, Dan.”

Dan looked down, playing with the hem of his socks. “I know…”

“Hey, look at me,” Phil said softly as he rubbed small, soothing circles against Dan’s arms. Dan lifted his eyebrows as he looked up. “I know all these thoughts are confusing and the actual worst things to be stuck thinking about in the middle of the night. I know once you start thinking about such things it’s really hard to pull yourself out of this trance. Honestly, just let it go.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I know, but what good is it doing? You could be doing so many things, instead you’re just sat here thinking about what you could be doing and what if this what if that and how is the future going to be? My advice is to live in the present. I know a lot of people say that, but I don’t think many of them actually follow their own advice. But I know you can. You are strong, and I’ve seen you pull through so many things. I know you can pull through this constant state of depressing and scary thoughts.”

The two boys stared at each other and none of them dared break the silence until Dan started snickering, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth. 

Phil cocked one of his eyebrows up and smiled. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, it’s sappy, you’re gonna make fun of me.”

“It’s sappy !!? I really need to hear it now!” Phil tried to pry Dan’s hands from his mouth which caused both of them to laugh and collapse on the bed together. They were both facing each other and Phil had a tight grip of Dan’s wrists, to which Dan was desperately trying to break free from. “Come on Dan, what is it?”

Dan shot his eyes up to meet Phil’s, fighting the enormous smile that was trying to make its way to his face. “My happy little Phil.”

Phil laughed and rolled his eyes.

“Take me away. Dry my eyes. Bring color to my skies,” Dan continued teasingly

“You’re right that was very sappy.”

Dan leaned closer and brushed their noses together. “My sweet little Phil.”

“Stop!!!!” Phil hid his face with Dan’s hands that he was still holding.

Dan laughed loudly before trying to flick his forehead, which earned him a kick in the shin. “Ow, ow, ow, can you let go of my wrists now?”

Phil let go of Dan and they both sat up.

“You better now?”

“Yeah,” Dan smiled genuinely, “really though. Thanks, Phil. I couldn’t ask for a better best friend. You are the best.”

“Woah, I think the 5 o’clock sappiness is really getting to you. Danny Danny should go sleepy sleepy.”

“Ew don’t call me Danny.” Dan hit him softly in the head.

“Okay, but seriously go to bed. Tomorrow, well technically today, is a new day. You’re going to feel better and live in the present, right?”

Dan nodded, placing his head to his pillow. “Yeah. Thank you for everything, Phil.”

Phil scrunched up his nose as he playfully ruffled Dan’s hair. “Goodnight.” He placed the duvet over Dan to cover his cheeky grin, and started walking towards the door.

“Hey Phil?”

He looked over his shoulder. “Hm?”

“Can we have a sleep over?”

Phil’s eyes lighted up in excitement, and he hurried to Dan’s side, tucking both of them in and laying his head next to Dan’s.

“Go get your own pillow!”

“But it’s all the way over there!” He pointed to his room that could be seen across the hallway.

Dan sighed and turned to the right, giving Phil more space on the bed and pillow. “Fine.”

Phil laced his fingers around Dan’s chest and squeezed tightly. “Goodnight, Dan. You’ll feel better tomorrow, I’ll make sure of it.” 

Phil had barely finished his last sentence  when Dan felt his breathing slow down and realized he had fallen asleep. He smiled as he felt the small puffs of air against his messy hair.

“Goodnight, you silly dingus.”

Jessie’s Girl Pt.2 | Rucas Fic

Lucas is excited for his camping trip with the guys. He was expecting some hiking, fishing and canned food. What he wasn’t expecting was meeting an amazing girl who he immediately has a connection to. The only problem? She’s his friend’s girlfriend. *Inspired by Rick Springfield’s song ‘Jessie’s Girl’.*

Part 1.

Lucas’ POV.

My kiss with Riley last night is all I’ve been able to think about. I barely got a decent sleep. I was tossing and turning all night. I spun it a thousand different ways. Trying to justify it, trying to find someone to blame but none of it worked. All I could think about was her laying down in the room next to mine, wrapped up in his arms.

I wasn’t sure if she told Jessie about the kiss but I wasn’t about to stay around to find out. So I roll out of bed at 7 a.m. before anyone else would be awake and I head outside.

The sky is just starting to light up and that mid-July summer heat is about to hit. Usually, my favorite thing about being outdoors is how quiet it is, you can hear yourself think which normally I enjoy. However, right now the last thing I wanted was to be left alone with my thoughts so I pop in my headphones and go for a run.

Jessie’s parents cabin sits right by a lake which gives it a beautiful scenic view, unfortunately it makes it difficult to run with all the rocks and unleveled ground.

After my run I make my way back to the cabin but I’m still not ready to face either of them so I walk up the boardwalk.

As my luck would have it, Riley is standing at the very end of it looking out into the water.

I could have walked away, she hadn’t seen me yet. But everything inside me was telling me to go to her…so I did.

“What are you doing up so early?” I ask as I approach her.

She doesn’t look my way, she keeps staring forward. “Who said I went to sleep?”

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SO UM I WROTE A THING..

(originally posted in the thread to this post)

Granted, it’s been a while since Stiles made use of Scott’s couch as a hostel, but man, his friends all need to get married if it means they going to upgrade their furniture to something this comfortable. (Stiles is also pretty sure he’d seen a La-Z-Boy before collapsing into the heap of throw pillows and nearly immediately falling into the sleep of the kinda high and maybe had a drink or five too many. He’s not really sure that Scott is old enough to live somewhere that has a La-Z-Boy, let alone own one, but those fuckers are comfortable, so if Scott is moving up in the world, Stiles isn’t about to complain.)

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College Football AU – Ashton Irwin Imagine [2]

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[Your POV]:

The next day I agreed to meet Laura, my best friend, for lunch. As much as I tried to argue against her choice for our lunch spot, she still insisted. Eventually I just gave in to her and agreed to it. That is how I ended up sitting in the stadium bleachers eating the sandwich she had made for me. I found it absolutely crazy that my best friend wanted to watch a team of guys practice and get all sweaty. It made no sense to me, but I put those thoughts aside just for this lunch.

“Oh my god, they are so hot,” Laura said, watching Ashton, Luke, Michael, and Calum standing on the sidelines to get a drink of Gatorade while chatting to each other.

“Why don’t you just go offer yourself to them already and stop ogling?” I suggested with my signature eye roll before taking another bite of my sandwich.

“Oh shut up,” Laura said playfully before she perked up a bit, “Ashton Irwin is looking at us.”

I shook my head at her words and didn’t bother to look up to match his gaze. Laura was doing plenty of that and I didn’t even have to look at her to know that. She was always the girl that aspired to date a hot shot in school. While eating my sandwich I thought about how Laura had dated the most popular guy in high school, but dumped him the moment he asked her for sex. I was proud of her for not giving in to an asshole like that. She has always had a good head on her shoulders.

“Nichole, watch o–,” Laura’s warning was cut short when I was hit in the head with a hard force.

My vision went hazy for a moment before I began to blink rapidly to focus on what had hit me – a football. Slowly, my gaze dragged towards the field only to see Ashton smirking while Luke was running towards us. I watched as he climbed the steps of the bleachers as if they were nothing to him. Nothing was making sense at the moment.

“Ow,” I muttered, finally registering that I had been hit in the head by the football. There was no doubt that I had a concussion.

“Are you okay?” I heard a male voice ask, making me look up to see the famous Luke Hemmings standing in front of me.

“I think she needs to see a doctor,” Laura said to him worriedly, as she began to rub my back in a soothing manner.

“What a dick,” I muttered as I looked down to see Ashton watching like a hawk with his smirk still plastered to his face.

“Mike! Get Scott!” Luke yelled down to the field, watching his friend nod before running towards the locker room to get the team’s trainer.

“I swear to god I am going to kick his ass,” I muttered as I began to stand up from my seat only to have Luke sit me back down.

“You need to relax. You probably have a concussion,” He explained, giving Laura a pleading look to help settle me down.

“Why did he do that?” She asked Luke curiously.

“He didn’t mean to, he just threw too far by accident,” He said as he saw the middle aged man making his way up the bleachers with his medical kit.

I rolled my eyes at Luke’s excuse for his dick of a friend while relaxing further in my seat. There was no way that was an accident. His mischievous smirk gave away the true explanation. When the man, who I assumed was Scott, finally made it to us I let him begin checking me out. No matter how much I hated him shining his flashlight in my eyes.

“I can’t believe Ashton threw this far with that much force. Coach will be happy with his improvement from last semester,” Scoot said to Luke as he continued to flash the light in my eyes to diagnose me.

“Excuse me, can we not boast about that asshole for a minute and just diagnose me so I can go home,” I snapped at Scott with a glare.

“Sorry,” He muttered before he pulled out a small ice pack from his medical kit and placed it on my head where I had been hit, “You have a mild concussion so keep this on it for a little bit and try to stay awake until your headache goes away.”

“Thank you,” I said, taking hold of the icepack to keep it applied to my forehead.

Scott nodded his head as he stood up and muttered something to Luke before he began making his way down the bleachers once again. Luke looked down at Ashton on the field and I followed his gaze to see that Ashton was frowning now. He must be upset that his friend was still up here with us. Whatever, I could care less of how he was feeling. I just wanted to beat his ass and get my anger out of my system.

“Let me help you guys back to your room,” Luke spoke up finally, turning back to look at me and Laura.

“You don’t have to do that, I think I can handle myself,” I said to him, beginning to stand up only to lean to the side from being dizzy.

“You are hurt, let me help,” He said, wrapping my arm around his neck while his arm snaked around my waist. With a sigh of defeat, I just nodded my head.

After Laura grabbed our things, the three of us began to walk back towards my dorm room. I took a quick look back at Ashton to see him frowning with his brows furrowed. With an evident smirk, I shot him my bird finger. That seemed to anger him even more because he turned around and kicked the nearest cooler of ice over. I turned around then and let Luke continue to help me towards my room.

When we got to my room, Luke helped me inside and onto my bed before he stood up straight once again. Laura set my things down beside my bed and sat beside me to rub my back soothingly.

“Thank you,” I said to Luke, offering him a generous smile as I took the ice pack off my head for a moment.

“You’re welcome. I’ve got to get back to practice now before Coach finds out I skipped out, but I hope you get better,” Luke said with a friendly smile before he left the room.

“He was nicer than I expected him to be,” I admitted once he was gone and it was just me and Laura once again.

“He’s in my History class. He is always on time and he always makes good grades on our tests,” Laura said with a small laugh.

“Nerd,” I said jokingly before the two of us began to chuckle together.

Laura spent the rest of the night with me to make sure that I was okay and safe. Eventually my roommate, Kory, came in and the three of us spent the night watching Disney movies together. It took my mind off of everything that had happened today. I still couldn’t believe that Ashton purposefully threw the ball to hit me.

Jerk.

[His POV]:

Practice was going great with the boys this afternoon. Everyone was doing great and no one had messed up formation yet. Coach was going to be so pleased whenever he got back from lunch to see that we were doing so great. The game Friday night would be a breeze if we kept up our strengths.

Since I was captain of the team, I called a break for everyone to catch their breath and hydrate themselves. As I stood by the Gatorade cooler talking to Michael, Calum, and Luke about a new formation that I had thought of last night, I saw Nichole sitting in the bleachers with a friend of hers. I don’t know why it angered me to see her there, but it did. So with that, I grabbed a ball and called for Luke to go long. With a flick of my hand, the ball went sailing through the air and eventually hit the target that I wanted it to.

A smirk formed on my lips whenever I saw the ball take impact to her head. I heard a gasp from Luke before I saw him jet off towards the bleachers. What the hell was he doing? Before I could stop him, he was already in front of the two girls and calling down to Mikey to get Scott. No. They weren’t supposed to help her. No one is supposed to care about her!

“Dude, I think you should go apologize,” Calum muttered to me as he stood beside me, watching Luke help Nichole.

“No way. I’m not apologizing to that bitch,” I said, shaking my head as I watched Luke begin to help her walk off.

I was about to turn away until I saw her flick me off with her middle finger with a smirk evident on her lips. My blood boiled in anger and I turned around before I kicked the cooler next to me. She was such a bitch and she was playing my friend like a fiddle.

“Get back to practice!” I screamed at the team before I began making them run laps.

It was about twenty minutes later when Luke finally made it back to the field and was running alongside of me. We ran in silence before he finally decided to speak up about the whole situation.

“You know, you gave her a concussion. Don’t pretend like you did that on accident because I know by the smirk on your face that you did it on purpose,” He stated, letting me know that he knew the truth.

“The girl is a bitch. She got what she deserved for being a dick to me the other day in biology, so I don’t owe her an apology,” I said, making it evident that he couldn’t make me feel guilty.

“Are you kidding me? You hit her and gave her a concussion because she wouldn’t help you the other day in biology?” He then asked, knowing that she was the girl I had complained about all of last night.

I grunted in response as I continued to run, not letting up on my pace.

“You are such a dick sometimes,” He said just before speeding up his pace and running ahead of me to end the conversation.

He had no idea what he was talking about and I was still not going to apologize to her. I am Ashton Irwin. I don’t apologize, let alone feel guilty for doing something. Maybe she would get the hint to not mess with me. No one messes with Ashton Irwin and makes him feel like an idiot without getting a taste of revenge.

Bitch.

Ahh! I hope you guys like the second part of my Ashton Irwin college football au! Let me know if you want a part three!