feet and hands have defeated me

Please Destroy Me

I’m no masochist
But it’d save us all a lot of time

I’m tired
Sleeplessly sleeping on a antique floral print sofa
Walking in worn down canvas shoes
Worn down everything
Across uneven sidewalks

Everyone I know’s angry
Everyone saying
‘I’m not angry’
‘I’m not angry’
Sound waves shoot through my veins
Into my gut
If you want to hear me say I’m defeated
I’m defeated

I have nothing
No sad songs
No four chord progression
Just call my dad
And tell him I might need a ride home later

I’ve been hacked
Torn to bits
Pulverized into a protein supplement
I want to say bad things
Scream back at those who scream at me
But I have no voice
I walk ahead
With my head pointed at my feet
My eyes watering
My spine crooked
Hands shaking

100 people scream at me in unison
And I melt away

What Hurts The Most Pt. 2

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 2592

Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Graphic smut, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), swearing, some angst and some fluff.

A/N: Thank you for the great feedback and love I have received! I appreciate it more than you know! This is an emotional roller coaster my friends… 

Read the first part here to get caught up!

One month later…

You were drunk.

Looking down at the whiskey in your glass, you tried to remember what number you were on. Raising the glass to your lips, you downed what was left with ease and motioned to the bartender for another. He smiled at you as he refilled the tumbler with the amber colored liquid. Taking your drink between your hands, you turned on the barstool to look at the party going on behind you. Tony’s parties were always this way. Lavish, cheerful, and full of people with money in their pockets. There was good music and people dancing. The merriment of the evening was in celebration of some new software Tony had created. Again.

You really should have been in a better mood than what you were. You had put on your favorite dress, took time on your hair, and put on make-up. You chose the heels that made your legs look a mile long and your ass look fantastic. But here you were, sitting at the bar, scowling at the happy people around you.

There he was. You knew Steve would make him come. It really wasn’t his scene either, but if Steve asked you to do something, you normally did it. Bucky was sitting on a couch on the other side of the room, sitting next to Wanda. Was her hand on his arm? Did he just laugh at something she said? You raised your glass again, letting the whiskey burn a path to your stomach. You swiveled your bar stool back around before you threw up.

“Ya know, Jack is everyone’s friend in the beginning, but has been known to make enemies quick,” Sam said pointing at your drink before sitting down on the stool beside you. You glanced at him as he ordered two waters and leaned his elbows on the bar. He looked over at you, “How many of those have you had?” You shrugged as an answer, taking another sip.

“I believe that is her fifth,” Vision stated while settling himself on your other side. Shooting a glare at Vis, you looked back over to see Sam frown at you. You rolled your eyes and hopped off your stool. You finished your drink and slammed the glass onto the bar.

“Goodnight gentlemen,” you said over your shoulder as you walked away.

You punched the button for the elevator and chanced a glance in Bucky’s direction again. Steve had joined their conversation, all of them with smiles on their faces. You turned back to the elevator. You blamed the feeling in your stomach on the alcohol. The tears in your eyes, you blamed on yourself.

You were woken up by the bed dipping next to you. You rolled over and slowly opened your eyes. Bucky was sitting on the other side of the bed. You couldn’t have been more shocked and he must have seen it on your face, because he was frowning at you.

“H-how did you get in here?” you croaked out. You sat up and pulled the blanket around you.

“You never changed your keycode on the door.” He said while fidgeting with the corner of the blanket.

“Ok, why are you here?” It came out harsher than what you had intended but you weren’t a morning person.

He didn’t answer right away. He turned his head and looked around your room. You knew what he saw. Your clothes were in laundry baskets and you had books and papers strewn around various surfaces. He bent down and picked up a drawing that was at his feet. He studied it a second before turning back to you and pointing at the paper, “Is this a memory or in the future?” You looked away from his face and looked at the drawing. It was a sketch of Bucky looking out a window, his hair falling over his brow and he had a small smile on his face. It was in the future. In your sketchbook, the drawing was continued on the next page and it’s of you outside playing with yours and Bucky’s young son. Apparently, your visions can be wrong.

It hurt.

“I don’t know, I just saw it and had to draw it.” You said before getting up and going in the bathroom. You closed the door and turned to the sink. Running the cold water, you grabbed a handful and splashed your face. You turned the water off and leaned against the sink. You let your tears mix with the water dripping off your face. You gripped the edges of the counter as racking sobs took hold of your body. Hanging your head, you cried. You cried so hard that you didn’t hear the bathroom door open or Bucky’s boots scrape across the floor to take you in his arms. When you connected with his solid chest, you cried even harder. His strong arms hugged you tight and he was murmuring soft words into your hair. You gripped his t-shirt in your hands and held on. You let out all the heartache, the anguish.

Finally calming down, you pushed away from him to look up at his face, “Why are you here?”

He wiped the tears off your face with his thumbs, “I’m worried about you.” He tucked your hair behind your ears. “Steve said that you are skipping gym sessions and Wanda mentioned that you haven’t been meeting with her to strengthen your abilities. I saw the video of the mission you went on with Sam. That could have ended up a lot worse than it did. And the drinking…”

You cut him off by pushing yourself farther away from him. You pulled yourself together and faced him fully. “You don’t get to have a say what goes on in my life anymore Bucky.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at you, “I have only ever wanted you to be the best that you can be.” He said, getting angry. “But you see it as me wanting to keep you under my thumb. Or what is it that you said? That I will never see you as part of the team? Well, when you get your head out of your ass and start being a part of the fucking team, I will see you that way. Quit thinking that you can do it all on your own and rely on other people.”

“I’ve only ever had myself to lean on, you fucking know that,” you said shoving him away from the door so you could get away from him.

He followed you back into your room. The way he said, “You had me,” stopped you in your tracks. You turned around to look at him. He looked sad as he dropped his arms to his sides in defeat. “You have me. You will always have me. I love you.”

Your feet moved before your brain registered what you were doing. You practically launched yourself at him, fusing your lips to his. You placed both hands on each side of his face as his arms went around your back. The kiss was slow, letting the hunger build. His tongue tangled with yours before his teeth sank into your bottom lip. A soft moan left your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. He took his time, savoring the feel of your lips against his. Bucky’s metal hand started lifting your shirt to strip it off, leaving you only in your panties. He crashed his lips on yours again while his hands smoothed over your naked back.

You moved your arms down to strip him of his shirt. Leaning forward, you placed soft kisses across his collar bones. You traced the muscles on his stomach with your fingers and dipped them in his sweatpants at his hips bones. Lowering to your knees in front of him, you tugged his pants down his legs and looked up at his face. He was staring down at you, bottom lip between his teeth. You brought your hands up and wrapped them around his thick cock and gave a slow pump. He closed his eyes and placed his flesh hand behind your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. You swiped your thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the pre-cum that had formed. You leaned up and took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue along the tender underside. His soft groan turned into a moan when he hit the back of your throat. His hand tightened in your hair as you set a torturous pace. His metal hand clenched into a fist at his side when he opened his eyes to watch your lips around his cock. Wetness pooled between your thighs at the intense look on his face.

“Fuck,” he grunted when you gave him a hard suck. He started to move his hips, thrusting himself into your mouth. You loved when he did this, lost in the pleasure you were giving him. All too soon, he pulled your hair and popped your mouth off his cock. “Get on the bed, doll face,” he said, wiping your bottom lip with his thumb.

You crawled your way onto the bed and sprawled out on your back. Bucky placed his knee on the bed and bent to tug your panties down your legs. Tossing them aside, he lifted your leg and placed a soft kiss on your ankle. He trailed open mouthed kisses along your calf, the side of your knee. Spreading your thighs, he licked a path to your pussy. He stopped, hovering over where you wanted his lips the most. You whimpered when he blew warm air across your clit.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, a smirk appearing on his lips.

You knew that Bucky loved this game. He loved hearing you tell him how good he was making you feel or how you wanted him to do something. You tunneled your fingers through his hair, scraping your nails across his scalp, “Fuck me with your tongue baby,” you said breathlessly.

With a growl, Bucky licked straight into your cunt. His tongue entered you repeatedly, sending lightning bolts throughout your body. You cried out when his fingers started to rub circles on your clit, matching his tongues rhythm. You gripped his hair harder, grinding your hips against his face. His metal hand grasped your thigh to hold you in place. His tongue and fingers switched places, burying his fingers deep as his tongue gave your clit quick flicks. He easily found your sweet spot, relentlessly stroking across it with each thrust of his fingers. You moaned long and loud when he sucked your clit between his lips. Your legs began to shake and you tried to close your legs around his head because the pleasure was too much, too sharp. But his metal hand held you still.

“Bucky… p-please baby.” You cried, arching your back. “Please let me cum.”

He looked up at you as his metal hand left your thigh to run his fingers across your nipples. When he rolled one between his fingers, your orgasm hit you hard. You slammed your eyes shut, screaming out your release, legs quaking around Bucky’s shoulders. He removed his fingers but gave your clit soft licks, bringing you down from your high.

You opened your eyes when you felt him climb over you. He lowered himself to his elbows, his face inches above yours, your bodies were skin to skin. You wrapped your legs around his hips, as he kissed you softly. Bucky readjusted his hips to align himself with your entrance, pushing in slowly. Your quick intake of breath made him pull back to look at you.

“Are you ok?” he asked, while stopping his movement.

You smiled up at him and tightened your legs around his hips, pushing his cock fully inside you. Cradling his face in your hands, you brought his lips down to meet yours again. You both sighed into the kiss when he pulled out and pushed back in. He ground his pelvis against yours, the hair at the base of his cock rough against your clit.

“I’m perfect, don’t you dare stop,” you said against his lips.

Bucky groaned, burying his face in your neck as he quickened his pace. You wrapped your arms around his head and whispered naughty things in his ear. His teeth nipped at the tender spot below your ear, causing your walls to clench around him. He moaned low, his thrusts turning more rough, deeper. He reached his metal arm down to wrap around your lower back, angling your hips into his thrusts.

“Doll, please tell me you are with me, because I’m not going to last much longer.” he said, adjusting his knees for better leverage. “You feel so damn good.”

“I’m with you baby… let me feel you cum.” You moaned.

He raised up to watch your face. The smile that was on his lips was your undoing, you gripped his shoulders are you came with a startled cry. Bucky closed his eyes and groaned when your walls contracted around him. He buried himself as deep as he could get and came with a shout, his hot spurts of cum spilling inside you. You smoothed your hands down his sides as you both settled.

Bucky leaned down to give you a quick kiss before rolling over, bringing you with him. You leaned on an elbow and looked down at his content face. Reaching up, you brushed away the hair that had stuck to his face. “I love you too Bucky,” you said softly.

He turned his head to look at you, “I know we always agreed that you would never use your abilities on me, but I want you to right now. I want you to see how I feel instead of me telling you.”

Nodding slowly, you placed your hands on each side of his neck and closed your eyes. Pushing yourself into his mind, you became overwhelmed with emotion.

You… you were what was all over his mind. Past, present and future. You saw the hurt from missing you, you saw the good times and the bad. You saw the future he wanted with you. His first memory of you was the day they rescued you from HYDRA. He was the one that unstrapped you from the table and carried you out of the facility. You saw the moment that he knew he loved you. It was a rainy day spent in, he walked into your shared room and seen you dancing in your underwear, using a hair brush to sing the song. That memory faded into what he wanted his future to be. You were outside playing with a little boy who had your hair color and his daddy’s eyes, while he watched out of the window.

You let go of his neck, returning to yourself. Bucky reached up and wiped the tears away that you didn’t realize had started to fall. You quickly got out of the bed and grabbed the drawing that Bucky had seen earlier and searched for your sketchpad. After retrieving it, you sat back down on the bed next to him and opened it, finding the other half of the drawing. You put them together and turned the book to show him.

He chuckled and traced the page with his finger, getting a little teary eyed himself, “You’ve seen it.”

You dived into his arms, nuzzling your face into his neck. Never letting go.

It didn’t hurt anymore.

Tag List: @badassbaker @sebastianstanisyourboyfriend @crushed-pink-petals @buckybarnesbestbabe

Let Me Fix Us || c.h.

ofc my love x

I M A G I N E 

“Guys, give me my phone back!” You urged, chasing Luke around the dressing room as Michael and Ashton stood around watching us. “I need my phone back, Luke!”

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Burning Passion

So, I was writing this because I’ve been having serious Moony feels. (And also Sirius/Moony feels……ignore my puns)(And because this is a Moony blog, so duh!)) This is my first smut, so please don’t judge! I also want to honor @aveeragemusings for all the shit she’s gone through! Hope you enjoy!! Also, a bit of a side note, PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!! I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND CANNOT GET ONE DONE!!! GIVE ME A GOAL!!!


“Hey guys.” You said as you entered the room your boyfriend, Remus Lupin, shared with his best friends: James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.

It was not an odd occurrence for you to be in the Marauders bedroom; in fact you spent the night at least twice a month despite being a (Y/H) and despite the fact that you were the opposite gender. Besides, none of them really cared; Sirius only spent the night about half the time, probably doing something with the opposite gender, and Lily spent about 3 nights a week sleeping in the room as well, and Peter, nobody ever noticed.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Was the collective response as you walked into the room and sit in the middle of the floor.

“How did everything go last night?” You ask. It seemed that last night had been one of the worst transformations, and you hadn’t been able to go because, you had just gotten over the flu.

“It was fine.” Sirius answered flatly.

You put your hands up in defeat. “I just asked a simple question.”

“Just ask your boyfriend, he won’t talk to us.” James said crankily.

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe you guys should leave.” You said.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Peter said, and left, having the two boys who were dead on their feet follow him.

You stood up, leaving your bag where you were sitting, walking over to where Remus was bunches under his cover.

“Remus?” You ask softly.

“Go away.” He said stubbornly.

You rolled your eyes, while placing your hands on your hips. “Why should I?” You challenged.

“I don’t want you to see me right now.” He said.

“Why?” You ask softly, your voice filled with worry. You step closer, before he ripped off the covers and moved to stand in front of you.

His face was littered with new cuts and a bruise was forming.

“Remus.” You whispered, your eye filled with worry. You reached out to cup his face, but he backed away and turned, so that his back was facing you.

“I’m hideous.” He whispered, his voice wavering. “I don’t know why you stay around.” He said.

“Oh Remus, you know I don’t think that.” You said, your eyes starting to water at how the man you loved viewed himself. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your forehead to his back. “I love you.” You whispered.

He turned around to hug you back before placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you too.” He said placing another kiss on your forehead. “I don’t know why you love something as as disgusting as me.

“Remus, I don’t think that you’re disgusting.” You said softly, cupping his face to bring his gaze up to meet your eyes. Your (E/C) orbs, were soft, and full of love and pain. “I think you’re beautiful, Remus.” You said, your voice cracking a bit, and your eyes started to water up. “I love you.” You said a bit forcefully. “I don’t give a shit about your scars. What I mean is, I wish you didn’t have them, because they are a mark of how much pain you’ve been through, and I don’t ever want to imagine you in that type of pain.” By now, you were crying, the tears cascading down your cheeks. You sniffled once, before continuing. “I love you, and none of your scars are going to change that. I love you, you beautiful creature.” You told him. Your eyes closed, and you let the tears fall silently. You felt a pressure on your forehead, and opened your eyes to see Remus with his eyes closed, his forehead resting on yours. You placed a quick kiss on his lips. “I wish you saw yourself, the way I see you.” You whisper, your voice barely audible. You look up, into Remus’ green eyes. “Please, let me show you how special you are.” You pleaded, your (E/C) eyes, pleading with his. “Please, Remus.” You mouth.

You saw him nod, and you smile up at him, feeling yourself tearing up again. “I love you.” You said softly, before closing the gap between the two of you, placing a featherlight kiss on his lips, your lips barely brushing. After sweet, agonizing moments of your lips brushing past each other, you sighed happily when there was a little bit of pressure.

To you this was heaven. Kissing Remus like this; with so much love, as if it were only you two in the world. You loved this boy with all your heart, and you just wanted to live in this moment for together.  

You pulled away, slowly, looking up into his beautiful green orbs, the love in them mirroring your own. “I love you, Remus.” You said, your eyes tearing up again while you were gazing at the beautiful boy who had snuck into your heart.

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He whispered, his hands cupping both sides of your chin, before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

The kiss was sweet and shy, and somewhat salty from your tears, but neither of you could care less. All that mattered was that you were kissing the person you had grown to love so much.

The kiss had went from sweet and bashful, to passionate and needy. Instead of the brushing past each others lips with your lips, it was a flurry of tongues and teeth.

Your hand was cupping his face and the pad of your thumb was rubbing circles on his face. Your other hand was resting on top of his head, your fingers combing through his curly brown locks, pulling him closer to you. One of his hands rested on the small of your back, the other threading through your (H/C) hair. You arched your back, forcing your chest to rub up against him, making a small moan escape his lips.  

While the kiss was amazing, and breathtaking, the position was a little more than awkward. Your neck was getting sore from leaning so far back, and Remus’ back was starting to ache from hunching down so much.

You placed your hands on his chest and slowly started pushing him back, till the back of his legs his the wooden frame of the bed. You pulled away, before pushing him forcefully onto the bed, giggling at his little “Omf.” As he hit the mattress.

You crawled on top of him, almost acting as if you were drunk. You were most certainly drunk on Remus. He was your drug, and you were addicted.

You straddled his lap giggling slightly, before leaning down to kiss him firmly on the mouth. Your tongues were moving in a shared rhythm, instead of the normal fight for dominance that took place. You were both content with the peacefulness of the kiss. You pulled back lazily, looking down at Remus below you.

“Are you sure?” You ask, with a tone of concern. “We can stop now if you’re not comfortable.” You said, softly, while holding his hands, your fingers curling around his.

“(Y/N),” He said in the same voice as you, “I want this. I want to be with you. You are the only person I could ever see myself being with. I love you.” He said before quickly kissing you. “But are you sure that you want this?” He asked.

Instead of answering, you kissed him feverishly. He kissed you back, just as hard. Your hands found their way to the top buttons and you quickly unbuttoned the top three. You quickly pulled away, giggling a little. Your laughter died as soon as you noticed a large slash and most of it was obscured by the rest of his shirt.

You half smiled and placed a kiss on his neck, right below his ear. You nibbled at his earlobe, feeling him shiver below you. “You’re beautiful, Remus.” You whispered to him, before going back to kissing his neck. You placed butterfly kisses until you heard him moan softly. You smirked to yourself, before lightly sucking on the skin there, eliciting a louder moan from your boyfriend. You pulled away, and grinned at the mark you had left him. It wasn’t very visible, but it was enough of a warning to other people.

You kissed him on the lips again, before sitting back so that your bottom was resting on his hard-on. You smiled a bit at your heavily flushed boyfriend who was hiding his face with his arms. You snickered a bit at his embarrassment.

“Stop laughing.” He whined out. “It’s all your fault, you little minx.” He said, still hiding behind his arms. “It’s not funny.” He said, before moving his arms to rest on your hips.

“I wasn’t laughing at that.” You said, laughing even more at your mortified boyfriend. “I was laughing at how cute you are.” You said, booping his nose, before peppering kisses all over his face. “I love you.” You said, smiling at him.

He returned your smile. “I love you too.”

When he said that you both crashed your lips together for a passionate kiss. You were fighting aggressively to maintain dominance over him. Your hands slowly wandered down to where his shirt was. You slowly unbuttoned the rest of it, before pulling away from the kiss, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned up a little so that you could free him from his shirt.

You looked down at his chest and your heart filled with pain at seeing so many scars; records of how much pain he had ever been in. Without hesitating you leaned down and kissed across all of his scars. You placed feather kisses on all of them, and kissed the skin slowly.

“(Y/N).” Remus moaned out your name. You smiled up at him, before placing a kiss on his chin, and then again kissing down his chest. But this time, you were kissing every inch of available skin. You were reaching the dangerous territory of his waistband, and you could hear him take a sharp intake of breath.

You moved back, so that you were sitting on his thighs. You slowly moved both of your hands up over his crotch to the button of his jeans. You heard him breath in deeply and heard a low groan. You smirked internally before unbuttoning his pants at an agonizingly slow pace.

“(Y/N).” Remus groaned out. “Stop teasing me.” He said in a husky voice.

You responded by pulling down his pants. You stuck two fingers into the waistband of his boxers and released them hearing the elastic slap lightly against his skin. You heard his breathing pick up as you palmed him through his boxers, him grinding into your hand. His head fell back into the pillows, his eyes closed in ecstasy. You pulled away abruptly, his eyes opening, his dark irises looking slightly angry.

“(Y/N).” He growled out. “Please don’t stop, again.” He pleaded, his voice now sounding desperate.

You moved up again, so that you were sitting directly on his erection. “Patience.” You purred out, leaning down to nibble on his earlobe. You sat up, and rolled your hips a little to create some friction between the two of you, relishing in the moans you heard pass his delicious, plump lips. You slowly started to unbutton your school blouse. He was staring at you so intently, it made you bring your thighs closer together, causing you both to moan at the added friction. You had only unbuttoned half the shirt before you lost it and just pulled it off your head, very violantly, ripping off a few buttons. You threw it behind you, before leaning down to kiss Remus again.

He kissed you back just as eagerly, one of his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down onto him. His other hand moved up slowly up the your back, until it reached your bra. He unclipped it, and you both broke away momentarily so you could slide your bra off and throw it somewhere behind you. You went back to kissing him hungrily, a moan escaping your mouth as one of his hands cupped your right breast. You moved one of your hand to his brown hair, playing with it as you other hand slowly crept down his chest to palm him again. He moaned into your mouth, his hands going down to remove his boxers, yours removing your skirt and underwear, someone not breaking the kiss.

You ground your hips into his, slicking his hard cock up with your juices. As you pulled back from the kiss, Remus and your hand went down to guide his long member to your opening. You slowly slid down onto him, both of you moaning loudly. His hands moved to rest on your hips and your went to the middle of his chest to provide yourself support as you slowly moved up and down.

You threw your head back, your eyes closed as you moaned in pure bliss. You were surprised to feel him hitting a different angle and you opened your eyes to see Remus sitting up and his arms were wrapped around you. His mouth latched onto one of your nipples and you moaned at the heavenly feeling.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and slapping of skin on skin. You felt your high coming on, and you brought one of your hands down to rub at your clit furiously.

“Remus, I’m close!”

“Ugh! Me too, baby!” He groaned out.

He started moving inhumanly fast. You screamed out his name as you went over the edge, and heard him come right after you. He drew out your orgasms, and when you were both completely finished you both smiled at each other before kissing each other. You both pulled away, and he took you of of his softening cock, and grabbed the covers pulling them over you two.

He pulled you into him, being the big spoon and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed, half asleep and snuggling into him.

“I love you.” He whispered.

You smiled and mumbled incoherently, “I love you, too.”



A girly scream woke you and Remus up. You both sat up, and then you realized you were still naked so, you pulled covers closer to you, while Remus put an arm in front of you acting as a shield.

In front of the two of you were Sirius and James staring wide-eyed and looking traumatized. Well, Sirius looked more traumatized.

“You guys did it on my bed!?!?” He yelled, terrified.

Remus and you looked around, realizing that, infact you were not on Remus’ bed and you looked shocked.

“I’m sorry, Sirius!” You yelled frantically. “We didn’t know it was your bed!”

There was no point in denying what happened, so you were just freaking out.

“We’ll just go now.” James said awkwardly, dragging Sirius who was in mourning of his bedsheets. As they were walking away from the room, James yelled, “Hope you used protection! We don’t need a Miny Moony running around!”

“Remus.” You said, frozen in place even after they left.

“Yes, Sweetheart?” He asked, also frozen.

“I hate your friends.”

Here Comes Your Man

Prompt: @imamotherfuckingstar-lord‘s song challenge - my song was ‘Here Comes Your Man’ by the Pixies. My character was Jim Kirk. I had SO much fun writing this. And listening to the Pixies.
Word Count: 2111
Author’s Note: Oh Jim. You do make a girl’s heart go pitty-pat. I used the song lyrics as the section dividers - I think it kind of works thematically. You’ll have to believe me that I let the song lead the fic ;)

Outside there’s a box car waiting, Outside the family stew

The wind rushed through your ears as you flew down the highway on the old PX70, headed away toward the shipyard. You were determined to make the shuttle leaving for the academy, hell or high water. You smoothed down your hair as you dismounted from the bike, and stowed your keys in your pocket. The security guy at the perimeter raised an eyebrow at you.

“Last person came gunning in here like that left me his keys,” he winked. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s an antique. Probably worth more than the shuttle. I’m not giving it to you. My dad’ll be by to pick it up this afternoon,” you shot back, skipping a stair as you bounded onto the shuttle. Once you were buckled in, you closed your eyes and relaxed.

Out by the fire breathing, Outside we wait ‘til face turns blue

Jim Kirk. You remembered him, vaguely, from high school. He was that misunderstood genius delinquent that all the girls loved to get caught under the bleachers with. You’d fancied yourself interested at one point, but you’d never once caught his eye, and finally gave up, moving on to non-genius delinquents who were probably not as fun, but easily as much trouble. And really, two genius delinquents in one relationship was probably one too many anyhow.

After high school, you’d headed to university for engineering, and discovered your aptitude for mechanics. It had led to your hire at a shop that restored and updated old cars and motorcycles. When Christopher Pike had brought in an old motorcycle for a retrofit, he’d seen the way you worked and started the recruitment speech. He even went as far as to look you up, and throw your aptitude scoring back at you.

Which was how you wound up sitting behind Jim Kirk in a lecture of xenoanthropology in a command track class. All those repressed feelings from high school bubbled to the surface when you saw the line of his jaw, flexed with concentration. When the prof called on you to answer a complicated question about the Prime Directive, he turned and you saw a flash of recognition in those blue eyes. You smirked, somewhat lopsidedly, and winked at him before he turned back to his seat. You weren’t sure, but you thought his ears might be a bit redder.

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Accidents Happen... Right? [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: ok so a shy-ish reader at a coffee shop and running into sebastian (she knows he’s not the nicest guy beforehand) and spilling her coffee on him and then getting really scared that he’s going to like yell at her or something and idk i hope you get where im going with this

a/n: i love seb so much bless

You really weren’t having a good day. Mr. Shue had you stay back for detention because you threw a pen at Puck. In your defense, he totally deserved it. Then you had to climb that stupid rope in gym class…or tried to. Honestly, that test in history you just completely bullshitted. You really needed coffee.

After the barista calls your name, your hands wrap around the brown paper Lima Bean cup, picking it up from the counter. “Thank you.” you whisper, smiling slightly at the women. Spinning on your sneaker heel, you start walking towards the usual table you sit at. Unfortunately for you,  your arm bumps into someone’s chest, spilling your coffee all over them.

All over their navy blazer…all over their Dalton blazer- oh shit. Your eyes widen at the sight of Sebastian, the current leader of the Warblers. “I-I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” you apologize, tears welling as you shake your head. “P-please don’t yell at me…” you wince, mentally preparing yourself for the hate storm coming.

His fiery green eyes soften, scowl slowly disappearing. You are…scared of him? Huh, it doesn’t feel good like it usually does. Sebastian stands up straighter, shrugging. “Eh. I needed to get this dry cleaned anyway. It reeks of public school.” he coughs, rolling his eyes. You gulp, light cyan shirt dropping off your shoulder. “What?” he bites, causing you to hop faintly.

“You… you aren’t gonna yell at me?” you quip timidly, watching him stare at you with a bland expression. “I… I ruined your uniform…” you sniffle, scuffing your black Vans on the tan tiles, gripping the empty cup to your chest.

The Warbler smirks, shrugging out of the blazer, leaving him in the white button down and red and navy tie. “Unlike people at McKinley, I have a closet full of clothes.” he chuckles, running a hand through his perfectly styled chestnut locks. You blink back stray tears, cheeks heating up. “Hey, come on, I’m trying to be nice. Doesn’t seem like it when you’re crying.” he jokes, squinting while he bends down.

Wiping your face, you shift on your feet awkwardly, shaking your head. You rub your temples, lip  quivering faintly. “Sorry, I… I’ve had a shitty day…” you admit quietly, slumping your shoulders in defeat.

Sebastian frowns, hands running down his dress slacks as he glares around the coffee shop. “Tell me about it over coffee.” he states rather than asks; you raise an eyebrow hesitantly. Scoffing, he leans to your ear, “Hopefully no one sees me with a McKinley.” he smirks, enjoying the way you blush. “So, what should I order you?”

Love Takes Flight. [R/L AU]


The airport looked more like a shopping mall than anything Lucas had expected. It was 3 days before Christmas and the deeper he walked, the busier it seemed. The tiles under his feet gleamed white and everywhere he looked he saw people milling around. There were plasma screens of arrival and departure times on the walls. People were lined up at the check in desk with suitcases and baggage while soft Christmas music played in the background. 

In the arrivals lounge there was a curious mixture of bored and excited people. Some looked like they were waiting for a bus, others like they were children waiting for Santa himself. Some lounged on the low comfy chairs and others bounced on their toes. 

There were two glass elevators leading to an upper floor which had the appearance of a food mall. And in the middle of several large open areas were blue fabric covered seats. The air was cool and only the faint aroma coming down from the food area gave it any scent. Some stairs lead up to a viewing deck where eager children watched the airplanes take off and land.

Lucas hurried along the long corridor, looking back every five seconds to make sure his best friend Zay was keeping up with him. The airport halls seemed never ending, he couldn’t help but wonder when they’d arrive at their gate.

“Put some pep in your step, Babineaux.” Lucas calls out, glancing behind him.

“It’s 6 in the morning. You know my brain doesn’t wake up until noon.” Zay groans, dragging his suitcase along.

“We wouldn’t have to rush if you woke up on time.” Lucas reminds him, scanning the numbers on the walls to see if they were getting closer.

“So what you’re saying is, this is my fault?” Zay asks, already knowing the answer.

“Yes.” Lucas replies without hesitation. He comes to an abrupt halt causing Zay to walk into him. “This is it.”

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Hunters Don’t Cry

Pairings: Dean x Reader x Sam

Summary: Reader is a hunter that grew up with the boys. After a two year break from hunting with the boys, they come back and things are just not the same between them.

Warnings: A LOT of angst, fighting, threats, emotional rollercoaster, adult language.

Word Count: 1500ish

Author’s Note: I have not wrote in over five years. I don’t know why but I have felt inspired. This is not good by no means. My grammar is awful and I don’t know where this is headed. If you would like MORE, let me know. I might make this into a series or just add a few more parts. If you want different stories or one shots, tell me. If you hate it and think I should never write again, say it to yourself and not my ask box. Please and thank you. :)

It was another long day. It was going to be another long night, sleeping on the floor. The floor of a dirty old house in a dirty old neighborhood. I rinsed the blood off my arms and knuckles, looking for any new bruises and cuts. As I looked in the mirror all I could see is my busted lip and look of defeat, plus exhaustion.

I peeled the blood soaked shirt from my skin, exposing the three gapping claw marks across my side. I winced as I touched them, knowing they need stitches. I heard footsteps from down the hall, approaching the door. They were loud and quick, I knew they were his. The bathroom door cracked open as I looked in the mirror I could see his face peeping around.

“Hey, kid, you all good?” His voice was low and protective.

“Fine.” I took a deep breath and reached for a clean shirt to throw on.

“You’re gonna need stitches.”

“I know.” I looked at my feet, my dirty converse, covered in fresh blood.

“It happens. We will get them next time.” He tried to be upbeat but I knew he was disappointed.


“Look at me, (y/n). It’s okay.”

“Okay.” I looked in the mirror at him, just as disappointed, if not more.

He nodded and closes the door gently, leaving me to sulk alone. I could feel the tears swell in my eyes. I felt the weight on my chest. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think.

“Hunters don’t cry. Hunters don’t cry. Hunters don’t cry.” I repeatedly told myself as I brushed my hair and put it up in a pony tail.

Hunters don’t cry. The words I lived by. John told me I had to be strong. I have to stay strong for the boys. Hunters don’t cry. John and Mary were my Godparents. My parents were killed by vampires when I was three. I was one year younger than Sam and five younger than Dean. John raised me like his sons, fighting the good fight. I never stopped hunting. I left the boys after John died for two years but came back because I couldn’t stay away. I left and felt completely empty. When I came back, things were different. Sam and I stayed the same. The same friendship. The same bond. Dean was an entirely different story. We avoid being too close.
He knocks on my door instead of barging in. He can’t touch me and I can not touch him. He can’t look at me in the eyes. I can’t ride in Baby with just him. We can’t be in the same room alone, comfortably. We try to make things work but we can’t.

I half assed my bandage across my ribcage, covering the wound. My pajamas felt like silk but truly they were old, stretched out sweatpants and a torn up Van Halen shirt. My bare feet padded across the floor as I walked out of the bathroom. I hear a high pitched scream around the corner, I pulled the gun from behind my waist band, took a deep breath, and rounded the corner. I came face to face with the biggest monster of all, one of Dean’s bar hookups that is sadly becoming an actual relationship.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” She screams, he was right behind her laughing and then he looked up at me.

“We just had a really bad hunt, don’t scream out of no where. Next time I might just pull the trigger.” I firmly stand my ground as I put the gun back in my waist band.

“So you were just going to shoot me?!” She was screaming and being over dramatic.

“Don’t flatter yourself, honey, I’ll shoot anyone if I have to.” I roll my eyes and start to walk past.

“(Y/N), can we have a word?” Dean states as he grabs my arm gently as he pulls me aside.

“Look I’m tired, bruised, and hungry. I don’t want to hear it.” I folding my arms in front of my chest, looking at my feet.

“Just look at me.” He placed his hand on my arm.

“I can’t.” I shook his arm off, and watched his arms fall to his side.

“You can’t or you won’t.” He stated firmly.

“You know the answer.”

“What do you want me to do? You know whatever it is, I’ll do it. But we have to stop this. We aren’t a team anymore. We can’t keep doing this.” He was defeated just as much as I was.

“Nothing. You can’t do anything.” I started to walk away.

“You can let me try.” He was pleading but he still wouldn’t look at me.

“It’s a waste of time. Let’s just do our jobs.”

“Why won’t you look at me? Why won’t you let me touch you? Why won’t you stay in the same room with me? We are suppose to be family.” He was starting to get annoyed but I did not care.

“Yeah, Dean but family doesn’t do what you did to me.” I was already starting to tear up again.

“I apologized.”

“You said sorry and didn’t even mean it.”

“Yes I did!”  He slammed his hand against the old wall, almost busting a hole in it.

“If you did, you would have stood by my side. You were too busy fucking that bimbo back there to even notice how I was falling the fuck apart. You can’t tell me you love me every night and hold me till I fall asleep and do what you did. You can’t fuck my brains out and did what you did.” I was crying now but I was still standing my ground.

“WHAT DID I FUCKING DO?!” He was screaming “TELL ME WHAT I DID! TELL ME HOW I BROKE YOU?! Just tell me.” Sam had run up the stairs and was standing behind him, worried but protective over the both of us.

“I waited for you. I needed you and you weren’t there. You were with her, at the bar. You were with her, not giving a damn about me.”

He looked at me, his face red. He looked at his shoes, he looked at the wall, and he raised his head to look at me. He closed in and brushed his face against mine as he whispered in my ear.

“At least she would have given the child a chance.”

“Fuck you, you fucking animal.” I drew back my arm to slap him but I felt Sam grab me. “You put me the fuck down. I swear to God Dean Winchester, I’m going to fucking kill you. If it’s the last fucking thing I do! You’re the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever met.” At this point Sam was carrying me down the hall as I fought his grip.

Dean walked down following “Do it sweetheart, you’ll shoot anyone and anything. Just like Uncle John taught you. Hunters don’t cry. Keep saying it to yourself. You’re not a hunter. You’re an abandoned women with severe daddy issues and empty heart.”

“Both of you stop this! Dean, go to bed. (Y/N), go cool off. We can deal with this tomorrow.” Sam had finally had enough. He put his arms out, distancing us. He has been our referee for years and has come quite accustomed to breaking us up.

“You wouldn’t protect her if you knew what she did, Sam. She’s not as innocent as she acts. But don’t worry, I’m the monster. Right, (y/n)? ”

Dean turned and walked back down the long hall and into his room. I hear his shoes hit the floor and her giggle. Sam looked at me, I knew he felt bad for both of us. It was our mistake. It was my choice. I wasn’t bringing up a child in the apocalypse. I couldn’t have done that.

I heard her she was giggling and saying his name. He laughed with her. He laughed like he laughed with me. I felt my heart ache so hard I was holding my chest.

“It’s okay, I’m here. Sammy’s here.” Sam’s hands were resting on my shoulders trying to calm me down. He pulled me close as I felt like I was spinning a hundred miles per hour. Sam was my big brother and best friend, he was my comfort when I had no one. He is my anchor to the real world not our world full of monsters and ghouls.

“Help me get stitched up because we have a long day tomorrow.” I pulled away, wiping away my tears, and adjusting my shirt. Hunters don’t cry.

“Sure… but (y/n), you have got to tell Dean. He has to know the truth.”

“Not now, Sammy, please just stitch up my side.”

And that he did, he stitched my side. He didn’t speak, we didn’t talk. Hearing them down the hall was all the noise that needed to be heard. I loved Dean Winchester with every ounce of my being and hate him with every fiber in my body. I loved him so much it hurt my heart but I hated him to the point I could not be around him. He was my choice of drug and addiction. He was my rising and my downfall. He was what pieced me back together but he is the one that finally broke me.

hotel mischief

“Hey,” (Y/N) said as she sat up frowning, after I had turned the TV off in the middle of her show. “Don’t look at me like that,” I replied. “You’ve seen that episode so many times, I think even I’ve seen it twice.” 
(Y/N) crossed her arms over her chest, but she still looked adorable whilst feeling annoyed. “What happens in that episode then?” she asked, arching her left brow. 
“That girl is going to find out that her man is sleeping with the brunette, and then she’s going to get drunk and sleep with that blonde dreadlocks guy.”
She lowered her brow and threw her arms in defeat. “You were lucky this time Mendes,” she sighed. I shook my head smiling, “No, that’s basically what happens in every single episode.” Seconds later I felt the blow from the plump pillow provided by the hotel we were staying at.

I stood up from the bed, letting my hand out for (Y/N) to take. “Come on, let’s have some fun.” Reluctantly, obviously feeling tired, she took my hand and let me pull her to her feet. Once she stood straight from putting on her shoes, I gently pressed her back to the wall as my hands found her waist. “Hmmm,” she hummed in a flirtatious manner. Feeling her breath spread of my lips threw me over the edge, not giving her time to prepare for my lips attacking hers. My tongue roamed for access almost immediately, as my hands traced the outline of the body I was too familiar with. I pulled away the moment her fingers tugged on the ends of my hair. “You sure you don’t want to stay here and have some fun?” she said, biting on her bottom lip - knowing it would drive me crazy. 
“Later,” I smiled before briefly kissing her lips - not wanting to linger. 

I took (Y/N’s) hand and ran down the corridor with her until we stopped at the elevator. I pressed down on the button to the ground floor. “What are we doing?” (Y/N) asked, looking confused. Instead of saying anything, I simply looked at her with raised brows and the biggest smile physically possible. As soon as the elevator doors drew back, I grabbed her hand again and ran through the lobby until we made it to the entertainment room. We both peered through the two circle windows. I glanced down at (Y/N) and smiled at the fact she had to stand on her tip toes to see in. “It’s empty, closed” she sighed. “Exactly,” I smiled before looking to my left and right, making sure the coast was clear. I pressed my finger against my lips as a way of telling (Y/N) to keep quiet, before I pulled one of the doors open and gently pushing (Y/N) inside. 

“Do you want us to get kicked out?” (Y/N) asked as I hurried over to the piano which sat under a single light on the stage. “We won’t, I booked the room just for us” I smiled, sitting myself down on the stall. I glanced back at (Y/N) as she joined me near the piano, doing a double take when I saw the look on her face - shock. “Are you serious?” she asked, trying really hard not to reveal the smile that kept trying to creep in. I nodded quickly before adjusting myself on the stall so I felt comfortable at the piano. My fingers scurried across the keys, before I got ready to play the song in mind. 

“I met you in the dark, you lit me up” I sung, watching as (Y/N) dipped her head back, smiling at the sound of her favourite song. As (Y/N) swayed across the stage, dancing in her own way, I found myself falling into a trance. Licking my lips at the way her body moved; how her long hair would cascade from her shoulders and create their own ripples. 
“So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows” I sung through my smile, as (Y/N) looked over at me, biting down on her lip as her body span. 
“Just say you went let go,” I sung softly as the song came to an end, keeping eye contact with (Y/N) as she slowly walked over to the piano - leaning her body against the piano, letting her side rest against my arm. 
“You know what I’m thinking?” she said, letting her ass sit gently on top of the piano keys. “Hmmmm?” I hummed, just like she had done before. “How interesting it would be, to do that scene from Pretty Woman…” she said, licking her lips. “Remind me?” I said, placing my hand on her thigh. I knew the scene she was referring to, of course I did - we had watched it so many times. But I wanted to hear her say it. She looked down at my hand, placed hers on top and dragged it higher up her leg, pushing back her dress. “Fuck me on top of this piano,” she said strongly. 

i’d happily to a part 2 (smut) if you guys want. 

Christmas in March

Rating: M

Because we had feet of snow last week and I don’t know if I trust in Spring.

For @lifeinahole27 and @phiralovesloki who have terrible, awful grading. May some terrible, awful Christmas smut on the first day of Spring make it better.

A close chuckle made her eyes snap back open, starting at the sight of her pirate suddenly feet from her with a wide smirk on his face.

“The Saviour gets defeated by some pretty lights and some string?” Killian asked, hook lightly tapping on the strand.

She was not amused. “Don’t you have some tinsel to maim or something?”

Seemingly unperturbed by her tone, he stepped closer, hook latching onto the lights.  “Here love, let me help.”

Emma scoffed. She had two hands and ended up in this mess. Clearly he was just going to make it worse–

Hand and hook moved methodically until Emma was freed, minutes later while he stood, holding two perfectly untangled strands of lights and a teasing grin on his face above the ridiculous red-and-green scarf Mary Margaret had tossed to him when he offered to brave the cold and assist David with the lights.

She was not a scrooge.

But this was all too much.

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anonymous asked:

#94 or #109 :)))))

I’ll add 109 to my list and do it separately :)

94. You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.

“Rob?” Aaron shouted up the stairs on returning home and finding his husband nowhere to be seen.

“Robert?” he repeated.

“In Liv’s room,” he heard Robert call out from upstairs.

He shook of his shoes, flinging them back into the porch in the way that he knew would make Robert mad if he’d seen him, before running up the spiral staircase.

He found his husband kneeling on the floor, surrounded by plastic wrapping and cardboard, screws of different sizes lined up in rows, nuts and bolts in collected piles, and slabs of MDF in varying sizes arranged haphazardly around the room.

“What the hell?” Aaron asked, frowning.

Robert sighed, leaning back on his heels as he scanned over the items in front of him.

He glanced up at Aaron, reaching up for the kiss he placed against his lips as he leant down, joining his husband on the floor.

“I bought this dressing table for Liv’s room,” Robert explained in reply to Aaron’s questioning expression. “I’ve been at it all afternoon. I thought I’d put it together but then it just collapsed on me, and –”

“Did you follow the instructions?” Aaron interrupted, looking up at Robert with a raised eyebrow and a knowing smirk.

“No, but – ”

“Then what do you expect,” Aaron laughed. “You never think you need the instructions –”

“I never usually do!” Robert insisted.

Aaron scoffed. He could think of at least three occasions in the last week when Robert had leapt in – like his usual arrogant self – and refused to follow instructions when assembling things for The Mill, and Aaron was starting to realise a pattern.

“Give them here,” he said as he pointed towards the leaflet Robert had discarded behind him.

Aaron took a few minutes to read over them, glacing through the step-by-step guide and matching up the parts referred to in the instructions with those he had laid out in front of him.

“They don’t make sense, anyway,” Robert insisted, deflecting from the slight onset of embarrassment that he’d been defeated by flat-packed furniture.

Aaron’s brow furrowed further, and he started mumbling out letters and part numbers to himself, eyes glancing from the leaflet to the piles of things in front of him.

“Where’s this?” Aaron asked, pointing to a supporting section of the dressing table at step 5 of the instructions.

“Erm,” Robert looked to the planks of wood laid out in front of him. “What?” he questioned, glancing from the floor to the instructions. “Let me see,” he ordered, snatching the instructions back from Aaron.

Aaron shook his head, standing to his feet and making his way over to the cardboard packaging Robert had discarded carelessly.

“Bastards!” Robert called out, flinging the instructions leaflet half way across the room. “They’ve sold me this and it’s not even got all the right parts! They’ll have a piece of my mind in the morning, I promise you I’m gonna –”

Aaron coughed from behind him, breaking his tirade.

“Erm, Rob,” he uttered, smirking.

Robert glanced up at him, saw his husband stood holding two narrow planks of MDF, which looked a lot like the supporting beams he’d insisted were missing.

“What?” he questioned, confused. “Where did you find them?”

Aaron bit down on his lip, tried to suppress the temptation to laugh at his husband’s annoyed expression.

“Still inside the box, you moron,” he smirked.

“Oh,” Robert sighed, looking away with a hint of embarrassment.

“You’re an idiot. I married an idiot,” Aaron smiled warmly, leaning down to place a gentle kiss against Robert’s forehead.

“Shut up,” he sighed in return.

“I tell you what,” Aaron suggested; couldn’t help feeling sorry for his husband based on the defeated expression on his face. “Pass me that Allan key, you go and cook us tea. I’ll have this done in half an hour.”

Robert smiled, standing to his feet and placing a chaste kiss against Aaron’s lips.

“Fine. Deal,” he agreed with a hint of relief. “You always were best with your hands, anyway.”


Imagine being the Avengers manager of public relations and affairs and they call you Supermom…

Warning: Anger, swearing

Originally posted by ageofimagines

You stood waiting for them to leave the elevator, the numbers climbed slower and slower, until finally they reached this floor. Tony exited first followed by the rest of the Avengers, who were all bloody and beaten from the most recent Hydra fight they fought. “Ah, dammit, who ran to mommy?” Tony whined holding his head, nursing his ringing headache. You growled and your eyes darted to Steve, who had radioed in a few hours ago that they went on an unauthorized mission and got beaten up pretty badly. From that moment you tapped your foot impatiently waiting for them to get their super butts home. “Of course you did,” Tony snapped at Cap.

“That’s quite enough Anthony Stark.” You growled. “Do you guys know how much ass kissing I’m going to have to do with Furry to get this expunged and off the record!?” You shouted loudly, making all of them cringe. You may not have super powers and you may not be an official Avenger, but you were their public relations manager and really their manager for all affairs with SHIELD. This title earned you the nickname ‘mommy’ coined by Mr. Stark himself. Your ability to yell should be a super power in itself as Steve always said. You were pretty much the only one he answered to. You single handily had more control over the Avengers then all of SHIELD. A chorus of ‘ooo’s’ chimed in the room as you walked up directly to Steve and pointed a finger at his face, he looked straight ahead, he didn’t dare look down at you even though he had a good foot over you. “Steve care to explain this escapade? Care to explain why I shouldn’t get you all suspended for a month and force you guys to take a break! And for Christ sake!” You shouted, and pointed at Bucky, “He has no clearance to leave the tower! Several countries still want his head on a plate! If they would of caught him overseas I wouldn’t be able to do anything,” Tony was about to make a comment, “Zip it Stark!” You growled. Bucky raised his hands in defeat and looked down rubbing his arm. They hated when you got angry with them. None besides Tony dared to talk back.

“And Clint,” you turned your rant toward him, “Laura has been calling me non-stop for days because you refused to answer her calls! And you what I had to tell her!? Do you?” You glared at him, he shook his head looking down at his feet, “I had to tell her I have no idea where you or the rest of the team is because you snot balls all left without notifying me! You all made me look a moron!” You shouted and they all cringed again. “Oh and let’s not forget the code green I was told about by Steve! You called a code green! Code green! You’re lucky it was a private place and no Camera’s caught you! I would be screwed by press if they knew!” Steve lifted his hand and opened his mouth, “Don’t you fucking dare Rogers!” You growled. “Now, why the hell did you do this,” They all went to talk at the same time, like children do when they’re in trouble. “Steve only,” You yelled, and they shut up immediately. “We caught wind of a Hydra base producing weapons, and wanted to check it out,” Steve answered quietly. “And you could notify me and then leave, I’m literally down the fucking hall Steven! Ten feet away.” You snapped, and he blushed. “For the record,” Bucky spoke up, all eyes turned to him and they looked at him like he was crazy. “I wanted to tell you Ma’am,” Bucky quickly stated. You huffed, you couldn’t help but feel bad for Buck. He was dragged out of his mind and thrown into one weird world. He was not the one you were mad at. You were mostly mad at Steve, and Tony.

You stepped back a few feet and pitched the bridge of your nose and exhaled deeply before looking at the group of adults before you, all looking around like a bunch of children that got caught for something insanely bad. Staring at them, your heart melted, you loved your group of super heroes, and you loved being their manager. You looked at them as your babies that you had to keep safe, even though most were older then you. “You know what, you’re all dismissed,” You turned on you heal and walked out of the room,

“Damn she’s worse than my mom,” Clint expressed quietly. “And she’s younger then all of us!” Wanda mumbled. “I’ve never been afraid of a mortal, like I am of Lady Y/n.” Thor chimed in from the back of the group. Tony sighed, “She’s loud man.” Bucky stared at all of them, “I said we should have told her.’ “Oh no, she was sleeping, you don’t poke a sleeping bear, especially a super hero managing bear, that has more stress coming out of her butt then we care to know about,” Clint told Bucky, who chuckled nervously. “Honestly that was better than waking her,” Nat said patting Bucky’s shoulder, “You’ll learn the ways of approaching her soon enough Soldier.” “I think even the Hulk is afraid of her,” Bruce laughed. “But guys, she only does it because she cares about us,” Steve stated. They all nodded in agreement, “Yeah, good ol’ mom caring too much for her own good,” Tony chuckled earning a laugh from the team.    

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Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: New Valentines

By @ijustwalkintomordor

4.1K words, G rated

Scorpius knows his dad is lonely, so he convinces Albus to help set him up with the new smokey-eyed potions professor. If Scorpius has his way they’ll all have a happy Valentine’s Day. 

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I started this as a tiny side project to give my brain a break from The Training, and I wanted to share what was going on in my brain. I know this is not the traditional Eric /OC story, but I promise it’s an interesting read. There’s all kinds of fun stuff in the next few chapters :)

I also dedicated this to @feminamortem for believing in this idea. 

Summary: When Jeanine’s plans for experimenting on divergents accidentally leaks to the factions, she places the blame solely on Eric in an attempt to clear her name. Sentenced to spend time in a mental institution, Eric must either abide by their rules or find a way out before they permanently erase his memory. Will he succeed or will he wind up nothing more than a mindless drone?

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Pairing(s): Peter Parker x reader, Natasha Romanoff x teen sister!reader

Summary: This “Civil War” business is complicated enough for you, a Romanoff with powers over electricity. Throw a cute boy on the enemy’s side into the mix, and you’ve got one of the most ridiculous battles you’ve ever fought on your hands

Warnings: Violence, swearing

A/N:  I’ve written part 2 already, I’ll post it tomorrow or the day after, let me know if you’d like to be tagged :)

Originally posted by figma

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The Duo’s Performance

A/N: Hello All! Before you begin to read this one shot, please visit the owner of the idea where is came from at http://sugar-coated-reject.tumblr.com/.

Original Inspiration Post: http://sugar-coated-reject.tumblr.com/post/159282566856/via-httpswwwyoutubecomwatchv-ghhwhzfau

“Excellently done, My Lady, as purr-usual,” Chat Noir smirked as he approached Ladybug from behind, placing a hand on her shoulder.

She grabbed one of his fingers and peeled his hand away. “Oh, mon Chaton, your puns are going to be the death of me.”

“But what a good death will be, no?”

“If you say so, Chat,” she groaned. “Now, would you be a good kitty and deal with the cameras?”

Chat Noir looked past the back of Ladybug’s radiant head to the sea of reporters, cameras, and civilians behind a thin line of police officers. “Don’t tell me that the famous Ladybug is camera shy.”

“Chat, you know you have the better face for television,” she sarcastically confessed, “it only makes sense that you-”

Ladybug felt something metal slam into the back of her shoulder, pushing her forward into the prepared arms of her partner. “Ladybug, Ladybug,” several reporters called out in unison. The flashes from cameras invaded her eyes as Chat noir helped her back upright.

She smiled and waved at the crowd, barely keeping her eyes fully open. “How do you deal with this?”

Chat Noir lowered his head to be beside Ladybug’s ear. “Practice, my lady, lots of practice.”

“Ladybug, Chat Noir, are you two dating yet?” The loudest voice flew above the rest.

“Not yet-” he placed his hand back onto Ladybug’s shoulder “-but the option is always available to her.”

A wave of laughter rippled through the crowd as Ladybug knocked Chat Noir’s hand off for a second time. “Ladybug,” an undistracted reporter crawled her way forward through the sea of news people, “what’s your message to all the little girls at home who look up to you for inspiration?”


“Yes, do you have one for all the underrepresented people watching at home?”

“Oh, well,” Ladybug stuttered, “I guess that I would have to say… um… anything’s possible if yo-”

“Ladybug, Chat noir,” a third reporter cried, clawing his way to the front and dragging his cameraman closely behind, “you’ve yet to comment on your invitation to the 20th annual children’s charity event tomorrow.”

Every microphone and person stood perfectly still in a moment of serene bliss from the noise, before the wall of noise returned, burying Ladybug and Chat Noir in questions about the event. Ladybug stepped back and brought her hand up next to her chin, her fingers slowly twitching. Chat Noir quietly noticed her murmuring stutter and returned his hand to its position on Ladybug’s shoulder. “Ladybug and I would be delighted to attend the charity event.”

“What song will you be singing?”

The serenity returned as the barricade of microphones awaited patiently for the hero’s response. “We’ll… uh,” Chat Noir tried to speak. “We’ll… be… keeping it a secret. It will be a surprise for the crowd.”

The many disappointed “Aw’s” ran past Chat Noir as he felt his fingers being crushed by a small, red and black hand. With every bone he felt snap, the smile he wore on his face became harder and harder to maintain. “We really should be going,” Ladybug excused the pair, “we really need to practice.”

Ladybug continued to grip onto Chat Noir’s fingers as she used her free hand to yo-yo them up onto the roof of a nearby building, out of view of the reporters below. She released her hold on the boy’s fingers and he quickly put them against his mouth, covering them with his other hand.

“Not that I mind holding your hand, but I never expected my lad-”

Before the last words left his mouth, he felt Ladybug’s hand push his own hand against it. She looked him in the eyes and sighed deeply. “Why did you accept that invitation?”

“Well,” he spoke, pushing his hand out and giving himself a small pocket of air, “I didn’t feel like it was right to reject an invitation to a charity event that helps children.”

“Did you know we would have to sing?”

“No, is that a problem?”

“Yes,” Ladybug exploded, “I can’t sing at all.”

Chat noir leaned one hand against a nearby wall and brushed the other through his hair. “It’s hard to imagine someone with a voice as beautiful as yours can’t sing.”

Ladybug sighed again and slid herself down a wall. “I guess there’s nothing I can do now. Unless there’s some magical way I can learn to sing by tomorrow.

Chat sauntered over to the defeated Ladybug and extended out a hand. “I’d be happy to teach you.”

“You,” Ladybug laughed as she looked up from the resting place on her arms, “sing?”

“Don’t act so surprised, I’ll have you know my friends tell me I sing rather well.”

“Well now I know you’re lying, but it’s not like I have much of a choice.”

Ladybug grabbed onto her partner’s hand and let him lift her onto her feet. “First thing’s first,” she commanded, “we need a song, know any good ones?”

Chat noir placed a hand against his chin for a moment, continuing to make eye contact with Ladybug. “How about our song?”

“Our song?”

“Yea, our theme song. You know, the one Jagged Stone wrote in our honor.”

“Doesn’t that mean on of us needs to play the guitar?”

“If we played the original, yes, but there’s a version that someone made where they play the piano.”

“You know how to play the piano?”

“There are many things you do not know about me, my lady.”

Chat Noir pulled out his baton and clicked it open. He pressed down on several buttons before tossing it to Ladybug. On the screen displayed the lyrics to the suggested song under the subtitles “Soloist 1” and “Soloist 2”

Ladybug scrolled through the lyrics. “Which soloist am I?”

“Number 1, of course.”

“You say that like it’s obvious.”

“Isn’t it? Soloist two sings about their undying love for soloist one, so that should obviously be me.”


“And soloist one sings about the handsome guy they’re pining after-” Chat flexed the muscles on his arms “-doesn’t that remind you of someone?”

Ladybug giggled and slapped Chat noir with his baton. “You’re unbearable.”

“It’s all a part of the Chat Noir charm.”

The next day came faster than either hero was expecting, Marinette had only gotten an hour of so of practice with Chat Noir in before she had to leave. In his defense, he really wasn’t that bad of a singer, but she was still going to flop on stage. “Hello, earth to Marinette?”

Her friend’s voice broke Marinette out of her distressing thoughts. “Sorry, Alya, my mind was gone.”

“Probably dreaming about Adrien again. Anyway, I asked if you were going to the charity event at the Eiffel tower tonight.”

“I don’t know, Alya.”

“Ladybug and Chat noir will be there and they’re going to sing.”

“I think-”

“Sing, Marinette, sing.”

“I think I’m going to sit this one out, but make sure to have enough fun for the both of us.”

“Girl,” Alya lightly pushed Marinette, “you know I do that even when you’re with me.”

The two girls entered the small pastry shop and the warmth and smell of heaven rushed over them. “Alright, girl, I’ll catch you tomorrow,” Alya hugged Marinette goodbye before she disappeared out of the doorway.

Marinette flopped down on her bed. “What am I going to do, Tikki?”

Tikki flew out of her purse and in front of Marinette’s face. “Do you think you’re ready for the show?”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to sing in front of anyone, ever.”

“You sounded fine in front of Chat Noir yesterday.”

“But that was only one person, what do I do when there’s thousands of them?”

“Well, do you think Chat Noir would be willing to help?”

“Maybe, it’s probably worth a shot. Alright, Tikki, transform me.”

A sudden flash of light projected from Marinette’s room and Ladybug now stood in its center. She whipped her yo-yo off her belt and opened it up. She dialed in Chat noir’s number and hit call. It only took a second of ringing before Chat Noir picked up.

“Hello, my lady,” he spoke, with the sound of wind rushing past in the background.

“Chat, where are you?”

“Just getting in my daily exercise before the big event.”

“That isn’t for another couple hours.”

“We’re supposed to show up in an hour.”

“An hour?”

“Yes, something about sound levels and accommodating for our ‘superhero needs’. Do you know what that means?”

“Listen, Chat, do you think you could help me out.”


“With my singing.”

“Don’t tell me the famous Ladybug is also nervous.”

“I… ugh… alright, you caught me. I just want to sound my best in front of everybody.”

“Oh, Bugaboo, you already sound wonderful. But, if you want me to make you sound even better, I’m at your service. Where shall we meet?”

“You remember that statue of us?”

“How could I ever forget.”

Ladybug landed behind the baton twirling cat and placed a hand on his shoulder, causing an audible gasp. “My Lady,” he spoke between deep breaths, “you startled me.”

“I thought you were supposed to be the more observant one?”

“I guess cute little ladybugs can slip under my radar.”

Chat’s flirt didn’t seem to faze Ladybug’s intense concentration, there was something on her mind. “What… what happens if I mess up,” she muttered, her eyes still locked on the ground in front of her, “what if they laugh at me?”

“Ladybug,” Chat spoke with an almost scornful manner, “the only thing you have to worry about is your worrying.”

Ladybug looked back at her partner. His face had transformed from his sly grin to a genuine smile. He placed his hands on both her shoulders and stared deeply into her big blue eyes as they gazed back. “I know that you sound amazing, like heaven itself sent down its most talented angel. Trust me, even if you do forget a word or miss your cue, everyone will be too distracted by your angelic voice.”

She sighed deeply. “Thanks, Chat, but I still don’t feel like I can perform in front of that many people. It’s just so overwhelming, how do you deal with it.”

“Well-” he pulled both his hands away from Ladybug “-do you me to answer honestly?”


“I kind of… maybe… imagine that they’re all you.”

Chat cringed with anticipation of Ladybug’s remark of the creepiness of what he just said. He didn’t dare open his eyes.

“What?” She asked quietly.



“Well… you’re my partner, so I know that even if I do screw up or do something bad, you’ll still be there.”

Chat watched as Ladybug’s face turned from confusion to admiration and continued, “I just imagine that they’re someone I can trust, someone who will be there to catch me when I trip on my baton and not criticize me for my clumsiness.”

“Thanks, Chat, I’ll try to imagine them as someone I trust.”

“Good to hear, My lady. Still up for some last minute practice?”

“You didn’t think I’d call you all the way out here for a little pep talk, did you?”

Ladybug and Chat Noir arrived almost half an hour after their allotted practice time began. The crew members of the show didn’t look too pleased to see the two superheroes of Paris, instead, they hooked two black boxes that connected to microphones up to whatever thing was closest to a belt on each costume. The mic that ran over Ladybug’s ear rubbed uncomfortably against it, and she kept moving it around. The two were shoved onto the stage and given a thumbs up by a man behind a board with many buttons and sliders.

Chat took a deep breath before opening up with his rendition of ‘Ave Maria’, he applied a strained look to his face as each note left his mouth. A few moments later, the man behind the board gave another thumbs up and glanced to Ladybug. She looked over to Chat, her eyes begging for help.

He covered his mic. “Just do some warm ups.”

Ladybug nodded and began to sing whatever note came to her mind. Her voice flowed in every direction as she pushed herself to keep singing. She moved her eyes to get a view of anyone in audible range. Chat seemed to glow as he watched her sing. The man behind the board was listening to a pair of headphones and adjusting the sliders. The other crew members who were setting up banners and tables stopped to listen, they didn’t seem to hate it. When she stopped singing, Chat Noir was the one to give her a thumbs up.

“Alright,” the man behind the board approached the two heroes, “you two should be all set up for the show, we’ll do a quick check up with the equipment before we start. This stage can only support up to three thousand pounds, so try not to stomp on it too hard. That should be everything, but if there’s something we can do to help, come find someone with ‘Crew’ written on their shirts. Okay?”

“Alright, thank you.”

“No problem.”

For next two and a half hours, Ladybug and Chat Noir sat in their provided chairs behind the stage and practiced their song one more time. A few crew members came by to check if they had everything they needed and another asked Chat Noir if their piano was to his liking.

Ten minutes before the show was due to begin, a man in a suit approached the two heroes. “Hello, Ladybug and Chat Noir, I’m glad we’ve gotten this opportunity to work together.”

“This is exciting for all of us,” Chat Noir responded, almost bouncing in his seat, “Monsieur?”

“Monsieur Moreau.”

A crew member ran up to Moreau and shoved a microphone into his hands and ushered him onto the steps to the stage. Even when he was pushed, Moreau seemed to maintain his gentlemanly swagger.

“Good Evening, Paris,” Ladybug could hear every word spoken through a speaker pointed out the back of the stage, “how are you all doing tonight?”

“Good, good. Ladies and Gentleman, I want to thank you all for coming out tonight for this amazing charity event. I just want to say, isn’t today just the most gorgeous day ever? I mean, the sun’s gone and it’s still too hot for this tuxedo.”

Ladybug couldn’t tell if he was trying to be funny, but there was only one laugh that could be heard amid the sea of faces. “Anyway, we have an amazing show for you tonight, full of some of the best performers. Our first performance needs no introduction from me…”

Moreau’s voice trailed off as Chat Noir grabbed onto Ladybug’s hand and dragged her to the stairs leading up to the stage. Moreau continued, “Please put your hands together for Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

The sound wave of the claps rocketed into Ladybug’s body and her feet sunk deeper into the ground. Chat Noir gripped tighter knot her hand and walked up on stage, Ladybug’s feet dragging against the floor.

The familiar wall of light that came from cameras blinded Ladybug once more and as the vision returned, the crowd was revealed. In front of her stood an ocean of thousands of smiling and cheering faces, all staring at directly at her. The cheers of the crowd fell silent and the only sound Ladybug could her was that of her own heart. I’m not ready

Chat Noir leaned over to his stationary partner. “You ready?”

Chat Noir took a step forward and all the eyes were drawn to him. “Good Evening, Paris!”

The crowd responded with a large cheer that only made Chat Noir’s smile larger and Ladybug’s heart sink. 

“Ladies and Gentleman,” Chat Noir continued, “are you ready for a show?”

The screaming became even more intense as Chat Noir began to play their song. Ladybug stepped forward, letting the spotlight fall onto her. A silence fell over the crowd. Just imagine they’re all Alya… or Chat.

“Another day,” she began to sing, her body still motionless and stuff, “I’m back at school. I think about him, he’s so cool. He looks at me, I look away. But does he see me anyway?”

Chat Noir continued to play the piano and slowly moving it closer to Ladybug. Before her next cue, Chat Noir grabbed her hand and spun her like a top.

The backup vocals kicked in through the speakers.“Oh-oh-oh!”

“He’s got me spinning around,” Ladybug sang with her voice shaking as she recreated her words with her action.


Ladybug grabbed onto Chat Noir’s shoulders and swung her feet upwards until she was completely upside down. “My feet are off the ground.”


Ladybug landed on one knee and one hand slamming onto the stage “And when the sun goes down. That’s what I become…”

“Miraculous,” several dim lights shot up with intensity as Ladybug hit the chorus, “Simply the best! Up to the test when things go wrong!
Miraculous, the luckiest! The power of love, always so strong!”

Chat Noir watched with admiration as Ladybug became more comfortable with the millions of eyes watching them. He became mesmerized by the fluid like movements of her body as she elegantly danced around the stage. He could feel his own smile show itself every time Ladybug would look back at him. As she sung her last note, she looked back to Chat Noir, who pushed away his keyboard and let the speaker system play the music.

“I am a cat,” he began his verse, “just chillin’ out.”

He tried to place an arm around Ladybug, but she slipped underneath, causing him to fall onto the floor of the stage with one leg in the air and resting his head on his hand. “But in the night,” he fell onto his stomach, resting his head in both his hands and looking up at Ladybug, “she’s all that I think about. I feel so strong when she’s around.”

Ladybug threw her yo-yo up into the supports and back down around Chat Noir. “She picks me up,” as he sang, the yo-yo around him pulled him back onto his feet, “when I am down.”

“Oh-oh-oh,” the backup vocals return.

Chat waved his finger back and forth, “Oh no you’ll never know.”


He shaped his hands into a heart and pounded it against his chest, “My love can only grow.”


Ladybug watched as her partner poorly danced his way over to her, what she first thought to be his sly grinned seemed to turn more genuine with each step closer. He placed the tips of his fingers and his thumb against her cheek. She felt the leather of his suit glide across her skin as suggestive noises arose from the crowd. The beat that her heart seemed to skip stopped her from hearing his line, but before she knew it, Chat Noir transferred the singing back to ladybug with a flick of her nose.

“Miraculous! Simply the best,” as Ladybug sang, her mind wandered to her partner while he danced with the moves belonging to a man three times his age. “Up to the test when things go wrong!”

Ladybug reached out her hand, not expecting the pull into her partner’s chest. She looked up to her partner’s blushing face and he looked away from the audience. She stole his smirk and looked right into the audience. “Miraculous, the luckiest! The power of love always so strong!”

Ladybug felt the rise of her partner’s chest as both of them hit the long note. She could feel herself losing air and her sound started to become strained. Chat Noir glanced down at his struggling partner and braced himself.

He spun Ladybug around, letting her catch her breath as her head moved, and dipped her. As the note ended, Chat Noir felt his eyes being pulled into the two deep blue seas in Ladybug’s head. The music died down and the two heroes stood stationary, looking at each other. Ladybug mimicked Chat’s hand movement from earlier against his cheek.

“My Lady,” Chat whispered, “that was purr-”

She removed her hand from his face and shot him a face of disgust.


“Kiss, Kiss, Kiss,” the crowd began.

As the words of the crowd entered Chat’s ears, his face began to flush with red color and he gripped tighter onto Ladybug’s sides. “Well,” his voice cracked, “we can’t disappoint the crowd.”

Ladybug looked away from Chat’s eyes, taking away the smile from her face. “Uhh,” he quietly tried to correct himself, “we… we don’t have to if you-”

Ladybug swung her arms around Chat’s neck and pulled herself up and ran her lips against his. It was only for a brief moment, but Chat could still feel the softness of her lips run along his and the taste of the lip gloss she wore. Chat closed his eyes and pushed himself harder into Ladybug, craving the feeling of her silky lips against his own.

lastknightofren  asked:

your senator ben/empress rey ficlets are lovely. They are so very intricate and vivid for me whenever I read them. I seemed to remember that you have one where empress rey is pregnant? can I have senator ben being a attentive partner his pregnant empress?

Thank you! That’s so sweet! 
I’m procrastinating a lab report (for the love of god I just wanna graduate already) and this came out sad :’)

She waited to tell him. He was blindsided, utterly, fully blindsided. Staring at a spread of catering options, mind swimming in wedding plans, he didn’t take the sentence seriously at first.

“I lost the baby.”

“Do you think it would be a faux pas to not serve emerald wine?” He frowned, puzzling over the small-print on the datapad. “I feel like it’s not that—what do you mean? How do you lose a baby?”

Her mask fractured into a glaze of pain, lasting no more than a moment before she recollected herself. “The attending thought it was due to stress, with the war growing in the Mid Rim and all.” She became a diplomat, cold and closed. “I should have told you when it happened.”

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Chapter Six “Normal”

SUMMARY: You were held captive by Hydra for years and had only just escaped when the Avengers find you. You’re beyond terrified of everyone and everything around you, but the thing the terrifies you the most is yourself. The things you can do with your “abilities” are beyond what anyone could possibly imagine.

Chapters: 1 ~ 23 ~ 4 ~ 5 

Originally posted by bovaria

Warnings: Sexual harassment (near rape experience) and anxiety. Fluff too!

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You stared out the window of your bedroom, watching the rain fall down onto the streets of New York. The people were seemingly unaffected by the rain, a few umbrellas popping up here and there. You smiled when you saw a man rush to shelter an elderly woman from the rain with his yellow umbrella, the kind action stuck out to you.

Your stomach grumbled angrily, asking why you hadn’t fed it yet. You sighed and pushed yourself off your bed, nervously making your way to the kitchen. Natasha sat at the counter with Sam, talking quietly amongst themselves, a box of donuts sitting in front of them. You stopped in the doorway when they smiled at you.

“Good morning, (Y/N).” Nat greeted. Sam waved at you.

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AN\: lol it’s been literally forever. Oops. Anyway, I wrote this. So here you go. Let me know what you think! I take requests!!,,, unless ur request is like lame and I dont feel like it idk. Luv u all <3

Pairing: Dylan Sprayberry x reader ((sorry I don’t like putting in (Y/N) so I just put in Zoe okay))

Word count: 1,754

Warnings: na

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships

I walk through the automatic doors and am greeted with an onslaught of people rushing in every direction, knocking into one another and looking frantic. I look side to side, trying to figure out where to find it in this mess of bodies. I see the produce aisle and start heading towards it. A lady in front of me spills popcorn everywhere. I keep walking, picking up my speed now, and bumping into people passing by. Suddenly, alarms start going off and sprinklers from the tall ceilings go off. People are yelling now and rush to the exit. But I’ve only got one thing on my mind and I’m not leaving here without it. I toss the hood of my sweatshirt up over my already soaked hair and stick my elbows out to plow past the people blocking my way. Suddenly, I see them.

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