Steve/Bucky whoops drunk texted the BFF you’re into him trope

Bucky: Sometimes I look at you and want you so badly I forget

Bucky: I forget that we’ve been friends for over a decade

Bucky: I forget why it’s a bad idea

Bucky: All I think about is touching you and how you’d taste and that we’re probably perfect for each other

Bucky: I forget to forget


Bucky woke up to the sun shining in through a crack in his closed curtains and hitting his eyes dead on.  He groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes, and rolled over so his face was smooshed into his pillow.  His mouth was dry and tasted like fermented things, and his head hurt from drinking too much the night before.

He tried to focus on when he’d finally left the bar and wandered home, but all he could remember was the string of texts he’d sent Steve and he ended up pushing himself up into a sitting position so fast he experienced a dizzy moment of vertigo.

He might puke and not from the hangover.

His phone was plugged into the charger right where he always left it, looking innocuous and not like it had betrayed the secret he’d managed to keep for the last five years.  Tentatively he reached out and picked it up, pressing the button to turn on the lockscreen.

Steve: WHAT

Well, Bucky thought, maybe it wasn’t as bad as it seemed.  Maybe he hadn’t sent everything he thought he sent.  Steve was likely to all-caps WHAT to Bucky for half of his drunk texts, mostly because Bucky got philosophical and started quoting obscure Aristotelian theories to him.  Bucky liked to joke he was smarter while drunk while Steve rolled his eyes and told him that maybe if he stopped underrepresenting his own intelligence all the time it wouldn’t seem that way.

Well, Bucky thought a little hysterically as he stared at the chain of texts he’d sent Steve the night before, where was all that intelligence now?

Fuck.  He was so stupid.

He closed his eyes for a moment and tried not to think about his whole world caving in.  Yeah.

It was somehow worse that Steve had sent WHAT more than half an hour before and then hadn’t followed it up with anything.  Somehow, Bucky had almost expected to wake up to a confession in return, or at least something more definitive.  

Fuck. He scrubbed his hand over his face. This was the worst.  Now he had to decide whether to make the brave move again and he wasn’t drunk this time to make it seem like a good idea.

He was just considering the merits of haha yeah you’re hot :p but idk what I drank last night to encourage this VS. I meant every word when someone unlocked the door to his apartment.

Bucky was holding his phone and staring at his bedroom door with a wide-eyed sort of panic when Steve burst into it.

“WHAT?” he said in person, staring at Bucky and sweating a little like he’d run up all four flights of stairs to Bucky’s apartment after speed-walking over.

Bucky stared at him and then wordlessly held up his phone.

Steve stared back.

“Did you drunk confess to me?” Steve asked, sounding a bit strangled.

“I’m not going to sober confess it to you,” Bucky pointed out, wry and vaguely annoyed that Steve came over for this conversation so he had to actually look at him.  Steve was way too polite and gentlemanly and well raised. He needed to get with the generation who texted this type of shit like Bucky had, apparently.  

“Why not?”

“Why?  That’s not the type of thing you tell your best friend.  Oh hey Steve so sometimes I don’t think of you platonically, so now you’re going to feel weird around me when we cuddle on the couch during movies and shift away from potential boners.”

“Try this: Oh hey Bucky, maybe I wouldn’t shift away from them if I knew they existed!”


“EXACTLY,” Steve yelled back, looking way too smug and vindicated for this moment. What an asshole.

“I… what?” Bucky repeated.  He stared at Steve silently for a few moments. The moment was ladened.  “Are we going to make out now?”

“It smells like beer sweats and regret in here,” Steve pointed out, wrinkling his nose.  “I’m going to go home and get ready for work and you’re going back to sleep.  Then you’re going to shower and come over for a movie tonight.”


“Bring your potential boners,” Steve said as a parting shot as he walked out of the bedroom.

Yeah, like Bucky was going to sleep after that.

For @convallariini, who bribed me with emoji coffee from halfway around the world.

The war room is quiet. Sam’s turned in for the night, but Dean and Cas are still awake, sharing the silence over a few beers.

Well, Dean’s doing the drinking. Cas is just sitting, his hands folded in his lap, but he seems content.

“What was it like?”

Cas looks over, brow furrowed in question. “What?”

Dean inclines his head, and Cas follows his gaze up to the clock high on the wall. It’s just turned past midnight. “I mean, we’re going on nine years now, and you’ve never talked about it. So, getting me out – what was it like?”

Cas looks at him a moment before shrugging. “It was a mission.”

“Yeah,” Dean says. “And?”

“It was extremely violent.”

“Go figure.”

Cas throws him a look. “We fought. Demons mostly, but other things too. I don’t know for how long; time in Hell is more… abstract than it is here.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Dean says. They lapse back into silence, Cas’ face now turned thoughtful. Eventually, Dean speaks up again. “Why you?”

“My garrison was the best equipped. We had the requisite military experience.”

“No, not your garrison.” Dean shakes his head. “Why you?”

Cas shrugs again. “I got there first.”

Dean huffs a disbelieving laugh. “What, just random chance? That’s it?”

“That’s not enough?”

That pulls Dean up short for a moment. “I don’t know, I guess just… after everything, everything that’s happened since, I figured there would’ve been more to it. Some cosmic plan or something.”

Cas tilts up the corner of his mouth. “When have we ever been ones for cosmic plans?”

“Alright, good point.” Dean chuckles slightly. “Just with you and me… it’s hard to chalk us up to random chance.”

Cas turns to look at him fully, his chair squeaking loudly in the quiet room. “I don’t. I think of it as free will.”

Dean nods, a slow smile inching across his face. “Free will. Yeah, alright, I can get behind that.”

Cas smiles back, his eyes soft. Dean holds his gaze a long moment, then he stands and moves over, his knees bumping into Cas’ chair. Then he leans down and kisses him gently. Cas smiles into the kiss, then reaches up to trace his fingers along Dean’s jaw.

Dean pulls away. “Thanks for saving me, Cas.”

“Yeah,” Cas says, locking their eyes. “You too.”


I was prompted to do this by an anon. A little blurb turned into a oneshot. oops. Enjoy a little protective Shawn.

Summary: You and Shawn get mobbed outside your hotel in Brazil.

Word Count: 1.698

It wasn’t the first time you stepped out of a hotel room and you were greeted with Shawn’s fans. It surely wouldn’t be the last. It usually went over smoothly with you simply waving at them, saying a few hello’s and sorry’s because Shawn wasn’t with you at that time. Usually Ava, your bodyguard, escorted you past the handful of fans and got you to a waiting car. Usually, it was a pleasant experience despite the occasional jealous name calling that you had become immune to. Usually.

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Don’t Tell Him - Steve Rogers x Reader

Originally posted by lolawinchesterr

A/N: your favorite absolute fucking mess is back and sicker than ever. (okay but seriously im really sick i think im gonna pass out just typing this)

Request: Could I request a Steve x reader with the prompts 69. “Why the hell are you bleeding!?” and 89. “I’m not leaving you” where the reader gets injured on a mission and tries to hide it from Steve? ( by @casuallysuperbcat )

Warnings: getting hurt, almost dying, angst, lil kissy kissy, probably some cursing, this also has a decent amount of other characters (and by other characters, i mean nat and tony)

Words 2102

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Quiver: Part Three

Part One // Part Two


You were hired on a new team Tony Stark put together as the Tech support. However, you weren’t expecting to crush on none other than Bucky Barnes.


Angsty, but the SMUT I have planned for this is gonna be SO GOOD. (wrote the outline for it, and honestly its the hottest I’ve done like fuck.) If this gets to 300, or if there is a large demand for it I’ll continue! Hope you enjoy and FEEDBACK! I love it!!! I promise. It helps me as a writer.

Word Count: 2,619

(added my previous tag list)

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Do you have any more love bug aus, please? I've read all the ones on your masterlist.

Anon: Hey do you have any more love bug aus? I’m really into that at the moment. Thank you in advance if you do answer!! And thank you even if you don’t, you’re all doing great - thank you for your hard work and I hope you have fun doing it :) have a great day!!

Heey cuties, I was waiting for this ask! We had all the written love bug fics in our tag, but there are two new ones now c:
- Vallie

love bug au tag

i love you, accidentally by shukagari (5/5 | 10,314 | Teen and Up)

(or not so accidentally)

On an alien planet, Keith gets bitten by a love bug and Lance has to deal with the consequences.
“Man down, man down!” Lance screams hysterically over his comms, “I’ve taken a hit - Keith just kissed my ass!” His literal ass.

Amoratia’s Bite by AtrociouslyFailing (3/? | 5,026 | Teen and Up)

love bug au belongs to eyugho

My thought for this was “What if the love bug was like Earth’s own little lovebugs?”


Lance’s breath caught as a paired couple of them flew up to him. It bumped into his nose and he breathed out an incredulous laugh, “How did these guys get all the way out here?”

Imagine Reddie sleepover:

-They’d be at Richie’s.

-It’s a miracle Eddie’s mom lets Eddie go. But finally Eddie manages to convince her since Eddie has learned to stand up to his mother.

-Richie doesn’t even ask his parents if Eddie can come. They don’t care. They don’t even check in to see if the boys are sleeping.

-Which leads to them staying up almost until sunrise, they’re just having a good time.

-Eddie still has all his medicine, even though deep down he knows they’re (gazebos) bullshit.

-But he forgets his inhaler. That’s okay, Richie has a spare one. That makes Eddie’s little heart flutter…

-First they order a pizza and they eat it in Richie’s room while reading comics.

-Eddie messes up his shirt, so he has to borrow Richie’s, which is too large for him. Richie’s heart stops when he sees Eddie in his shirt.

-Richie reads his comics aloud, making terrible voice impressions that Eddie finds both endearing and annoying.

-They get bored and start to dig through Richie’s messy room.

-Eddie finds a bad, but kind of cute poem about someone’s “lovely brown eyes”, and wonders who is it about. He feels oddly jealous.

-The poem is of course about Eddie. Richie wrote it with Ben and Bill’s help.

-Richie finds a bag of M&Ms. They’re already expired, but Richie starts to eat them any way. Eddie thinks it’s disgusting.

-Richie gets Eddie to try to throw M&Ms into his mouth. Eddie is terrible at it, but Richie eats even the ones that end up on the floor. Once again, Eddie is repulsed.

-Richie asks Eddie if Eddie wants to do the same with Eddie’s pills. Eddie refuses.

-They dare each other to do stuff. Eddie refuses to lick the bathroom floor. He also refuses to write a fake love letter to Stan.

-Eddie dares Richie to call Bev. Bev just answers “Go to sleep, boys” and ends the call.

-Richie asks Eddie whom he likes the most in the Losers Club. Eddie says Mike, and Richie pretends to be hurt.

-When they brush their teeth, the condition of Richie’s toothbrush horrifies Eddie. Richie asks if he can borrow Eddie’s. Eddie just glares at him.

-Eddie makes Richie promise to buy a new one next day, and Eddie goes with him because he knows which toothbrushes are the best.

-Eddie’s toothbrush is green, and Richie’s is red, by the way.

-Eddie sleeps on a mattress next to Richie’s bed. Richie thought of asking Eddie if he wanted to share the bed, but he chickened out.

-But then Richie has a nightmare, so Eddie crawls into the bed with him to calm him down. After that, they both sleep peacefully.

-They wake up legs entwined, both blushing as their gazes meet.

-Richie walks Eddie home in the morning.

Everything Comes Back to You

Rating: Teen and up

Relationships: Larry and Ziam

Written for: @hlsummerexchange2017

Tags: AU, beach wedding, law university, photographer Louis, lawyer Harry, alternates between past and present, ot5, fluff, lil angst

word: 35K


Harry can’t wait for his best friend to get married. It should’ve been the most amazing three days, drinking, dancing, enjoying the occasion. But as a person from his past unexpectedly arrives at the wedding, Harry is conflicted about his emotions and his past.

thanks @justapayneaway and @giveitupforliam for helping me out with the fic. you both are amazing :)))

“Buried” (Chapter Six)

The guys find out who is behind this whole mess, and get ahold of Bucky. They spend an entire day together hiking through the jungle and it’s just as snarky as you think it will be. Little bit longer chapter this time, pushing 3300 words.  Let me know if you figure out what is the significance of Bucky/Steves code names/ numbers! Excited to hear what you guys think!

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Tony popped awake just as Steve was reaching out to shake him and there was an entirely too awkward moment where they just looked at each other with wide eyes.

Steve’s were just as blue as they had ever been, striking against his darker hair, and Tony thought for a moment that maybe he preferred it to the golden blonde of before. And the beard was a winner. He had always loved Steve’s smile and that clear skin but he wasn’t complaining about the beard. Not at all.

Plus the beard sort of went with how big Steve had gotten, all broad shoulders and ridiculous pecs, and thighs that made Tony want to–

Oh shit I’m staring.

Steve’s lips had curled in an amused smile as Tony was fairly obviously checking him out, and Tony finally broke the stare, looking down at Steve’s out reached hand and then standing by himself, brushing the dirt as best as he could off his pants. “You let me sleep longer than ten minutes.” He said dryly, happy to pretend that he had not been ready to start drooling over the soldier.

Steve rolled his eyes before he could help himself. “Brilliant, Tony. Very observant.”

Tony bristled a little but tried to swallow down his annoyance “Why, though? We needed to get to the river.”

“Because you needed it.” Steve said honestly. “You look tired. More tired than you should for being on vacation. I just wanted to make sure you were as rested as you could be before… before we attempt whatever it is we are attempting.”

“Yes will, I did run for my life from a helicopter yesterday. I think I’m allowed to look tired, thank you.”

“More tired than that.” Steve lifted his pack. “I mean you look like you’ve been tired for months. When was the last time you slept? I could pack things in the bags under your eyes.”

“There’s that Rogers charm.” Tony snorted. “Thanks for the compliments. Let’s just go.”

“Not gonna tell me why you’re tired?”

“I feel like it’s not your business.”

“That’s fair.” Steve took a deep breath and pointed south. “River should be no more than a few clicks that way. I ended up leaving my GPS when I grabbed my pack so I’m not entirely sure about an exact distance. Good thing is, it’s a giant river so we will definitely run right into it at some point, and can follow the current until we hit a village.”

“Lean on, fearless Captain.” Tony re-tied his boot and nodded. “Let’s find some water.”

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Monday Fic Rec

Well hello there, didn’t think I’d be doing one of those this week due to my internet connection issues but guess what I’ve got wifi again and all is well in the world so here you go:

baby, hold on to my heart by tightropeofhope:

Summary: Here was the dilemma: Louis and Harry were out with their mates window shopping because there was nothing else to do and Louis brought an antique ring, hoping to pawn it off to get some quick cash. It was a small, old thing, all rusted and gold, but it had its charm. The owner didn’t take it because of the minuscule crack down the middle of the jewel, so Louis just shrugged and handed it to Harry without a thought.

Louis gives Harry a ring as a joke, but Harry starts wearing the ring everywhere he goes.

The Inevitability of Life by kiddle:

Summary: Harry is not dying.

Well, he is, but in the same sense that everyone else is. Inevitably. Although, he’s not really living, either. Harry’s life is a routine. Every day he wakes up, eats the same breakfast, makes the same commute to work, works the same eight hour shift, and goes to bed at the same time. But when an accident on a train leaves Harry nearly looking death in the eyes, he realizes, theoretically, any day could be his last. Something needs to change. So he makes a list. The Fuck-It List: ten things he wishes he would’ve done if he were to die tomorrow. In the next ten days he wants to cross all of them off. Number one is to quit his job. The rest might require the help of the stranger who almost accidentally killed him.

Or, Harry wants to remember what it’s like to feel alive again, and Louis has just the adventurous spirit he’s looking for.

Fight me? by whatmakeslarrybeautiful:

Summary: ‘Fight me,’ the high voice quipped from under the mountain of pillows, and Harry let out a chuckle, snapping his mouth shut immediately because what was he doing?? The anesthesia must still be wearing off.

Harry walked up to the patient again, bemused, and tugged at the pillow, but the person had a surprisingly strong grip on them. Again, with more annoyance in his tone, he said, 'fight me.’

Or, Harry is a nurse, to a slightly loopy and sassy Louis.

When the Wolves Come Out by Awriterwrites:

Summary: Harry had imagined a world where he and Louis could be together, he dreamed of a thousand alternate universes where showing their love for each other wouldn’t get them torn to pieces. At times, those daydreams were so vivid they made him delirious.

Proud of You by smoothniallsmooth:

Summary: “Shit, didn’t mean to startle you,” The man says, awkwardly frozen in the doorway. “The lights were on so I just assumed Grimshaw was here for once. Are you a sub?”

“Um. I mean, I guess with - with appropriate boundaries and safe words and…shit that’s not what you meant,” Harry rambles, mortified before he even gets a reaction.

But There’s One I Always Miss by cupcakentea:

Summary: Louis is then met with the view that first lured him in, but bigger, more detailed. He stares at the pale skin, the strong jaw framed with long chocolate curls, and the wet sheen that shines on the plump mouth, as if whoever it belongs to licked it mere seconds before recording. Then, the lips part:

“Hi everyone, this is Hazza ASMR”

Harry is the cure to Louis’s insomnia

And Life Goes On… by sincehewaseighteen:

Summary: A girl is suffering from a terminal illness in hospital, and Harry Styles comes to visit and babbles on about his lovely husband Louis and his cat Monica.

Manifest Destiny by Anonymous:

Summary: Harry and Louis had fallen into bed together again that night, mouths greedy and hands needy. And now every time Louis stops at Fort Kearney, even if it’s weeks in between, he and Harry spend the night together. The nights are always filled with heat and passion, and it gives Louis something to think on fondly as he rides across the western territories carrying sacks of mail.

They’ve never talked about it, and they’ve never kissed. Louis doesn’t know if he wants either of those things to change, but he knows that his presence in Harry’s life is sporadic at best. Probably best to leave things be.

Or, Louis is a Pony Express rider and Harry runs a station along the trail.

Let Me Touch You Where Your Heart Aches by rosegoldhl (MoonlitLarrie):

Summary: Alcohol was all he could taste. Alcohol and Harry, and he didn’t mind one bit. Harry kissed him back with just as much fervent heat. He pushed Louis against the taxi door and pulled his head back, breathing hot and heavy against his lips.

“Let’s go, yes?”

Or a Friends with Benefits AU, in which Louis falls in love and Harry is jealous. There is some Karaoke singing somewhere in there, because how do you write a romantic comedy without a Karaoke scene?

Darkest Night Hour by Anonymous:

Summary: After spending thirty-five years hiding out with his face buried in ancient vampire texts, Louis comes back to New York City. While Louis is adjusting to city life in the modern age, Zayn just wants his clan to finally win at trivia nights. Louis needs to make a major decision and he’s running out of time. The last thing he expects is to meet someone like Harry, who might be the solution to all of their problems.


westallen wedding week: day one
wedding preparations - cake testing

road trip/adventuring with the twins would include

Originally posted by graysondolandaily


✰ Stopping at little small town diners 

✰ Fighting over who get’s the aux cord

✰ “Y/n no not the puppydog eyes!”

✰ Him eventually giving in to you and giving you full music control

✰Making out at stoplights 

✰ Eating a ton of gas station food

✰Hiking in the desert

✰ Taking candids of each other

✰ Bopping to cudi together
✰ Going surfing any time y’all passed a beach

✰ Tons of polaroids 

✰ Running out of gas a few times, and having to push the car to the gas station together

✰Kayaking together

✰ Playing cute road games together

✰ Dancing like complete weirdos in traffic

✰ “Secret snapping” him, while he’s lost in his own little world driving

✰Holding hands while he drives

✰Beach walks

✰Getting out of the car ever so often to just look at the nature

✰ Having a blast and a half with him


Originally posted by bieberhauntedmysilence

✰Him eating all of your road snacks

✰Finding baby turtles together

✰ car rap battles

✰ hanky panky in the back seat

✰ sleeping under the stars

✰  Stopping at cute little ice cream parlors

✰ Hiking in the mountains

✰ Dirt biking together

✰Ethan somehow getting thrown off his dirtbike 

✰Tree  Climbing

✰getting a great view of shirtless Ethan driving 

✰ Cuddling in the backseat, at night

✰ Him holding your thigh the whole car ride

✰Bumping to The Weeknd together

✰ Wearing Ethans hoodie when it got cold at night

✰ Taking pictures with fans every time you’re spotted

✰ Somehow convincing Ethan to let you drive

✰Ending up in him napping on your shoulder

✰ Stopping for a night and camping 

✰ Tons of pancakes

✰  Also tons of slurpees

✰Vlogging most of the trip

✰Getting completely lost together

✰ Having the time of your life with the best guy you could ask for

please gogh out with me

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Warnings: slight swearing
Word count: 1060
A/N: sorry but I’m a grade A art hoe @imaginesyes requested a first date fic and all I could think of was going to the museum and making really funny jokes also I’m sorry for the title I hate puns but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity on this so yea. Hope you guys enjoy it! I’m also tagging @hufflepuffholland bc charissa is an angel and i love her so much. If you want to request anything, feel free to drop an ask or message me!

“Are you ready to be bored to death?”

“Try me.”

Peter let out a deep sigh and proceeded to walk toward the entrance of the museum. You giggled to yourself and quickly caught up to him. In all honesty, you were just enjoying yourself to see Peter so nervous and antsy on your first date, especially because he was taking you to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. You could tell Peter was a bit hesitant about his choice. To anyone else, it might’ve seemed like a boring first date suggestion. But you were ecstatic; it had been so long since you’ve visited the Met and you were excited to see the new exhibits.

Peter and you had just started dating last week, and today would be your first date as a couple. You’ve always had a crush on him since freshman year, and you couldn’t believe you guys were finally going out. Frankly, you were surprised that he had even asked you out at all; Peter was cute and incredibly nice, but he was also extremely shy and seemed to fumble with his words whenever he was with you. (Peter would argue that it’s because he thinks you’re so beautiful that you make his face turn deep red and cause him to freeze up whenever you’re around, but he would rather die than tell you that.)

Peter was walking you to the bus stop yesterday after school when he asked you out tonight. You were talking about some random comment Ned made in class that caused you both to laugh so hard the teacher had to reprimand you for being a distraction to class.

“I can’t believe Ned said he’d rather eat 5 pounds of sriracha than give up his limited edition collection of action figures!” You laughed to yourself.

“Well Ned’s got a lot of pride. He wouldn’t give those up for anything,” Peter chuckled.

“Tell me about it. Oh, I think my bus is here!” As you’re about to gather your things, Peter grabs your arm to stop you. You’re startled but look back at Peter and his face his red.

“Um, [Y/N]? I wanted to ask you… I-If you wanted to go on a date… With me?” He looks at you nervously.

“Peter. You’re seriously asking me if I want to go out with you on date?” you say with an incredulous look on your face.


“Of course! I would love to,” you reply.

Peter looks so relieved, you would think he just finished a marathon with the way he visibly relaxed his shoulders and loosened his grip on his shirt.

“Oh thank god,” he breathes. “U-Um, I can pick you up tomorrow at 5? I mean, not with my car, I don’t have a car. But my Aunt May can drop us off. I-If that’s okay”

You laugh and say, “Sounds like a plan. Looking forward to it, Peter.” You grab the rest of your things and get inside the bus. Peter waves goodbye, simultaneously smacking himself in the face. “Should’ve just lied about the car, damnit…” he mutters to himself.

Inside the bus, you were giddy with excitement. “My first date!” you think to yourself, clutching your bag to your chest. “I wonder where we’ll go…”

After a fun car ride with May, (Peter would disagree) you arrived at the main stairs of the Met. You were so excited to begin exploring the exhibits. Peter bought both of your tickets and handed one to you. You thanked him and started walking inside, but you stop as you notice Peter looking conflicted.

“[Y/N], I’m sorry I asked you to go to a museum on our first date… I really wanted it to be special but they’re ending the Edvard Munch exhibit today and I didn’t want to miss it. God, you must think I’m such a nerd. I’m sorry we can just - ”

You stopped him in his tracks before he started rambling. “Peter, please don’t worry about it. I’m just glad to be with you and I love getting to spend time with you,” you say and give him a big, reassuring smile. Peter blushes hard and returns your smile, staring into your eyes for a long time. After a while, you’re a little confused and ask, “Peter? Why are you staring?”

Without missing a beat, he replies, “Because I love the way you smile and it makes me so happy that you’re mine.”

Speechless, you’re immediately taken aback and your cheeks flush at an alarming rate. You turn away from him and bring your hands to your face in an attempt to hide how embarrassed you were.

“Oh my god. Oh my god I just said that out loud, holy shit,” Peter exclaims and you see the panic in his eyes.

Upon seeing the pure shock on his face, you burst out into laughter, earning a few surprised glances from strangers. Peter, all the while a mess, was wondering what was going through your head. You try to maintain your composure and wipe the tears away from the corner of your eyes. You look at Peter, who’s anxiously waiting for your response.

“I’m glad to be yours then, Peter” and your heart swells with warmth and happiness. You really did mean it; there was no other person who made you feel so loved.

Peter sighs and looks at you in awe. He couldn’t believe that such a beautiful, amazing girl like you was really his girlfriend. He smiles wide and grabs your hand, seemingly feeling a lot more confident than before. He intertwines his fingers with yours, and your heart beats faster and faster as you feel the warmth in his palms. You like the way he gives you a slight squeeze before he says, “Thank you, [Y/N]. I’m so lucky to have you.” Swiftly, he reaches over and gives you a small peck on the cheek, just inches away from the corner of your mouth.

Slightly surprised, you giggle and find yourself blushing again. Peter was full of surprises today, and you were obviously in for a lot more.

Leading you to the entrance with his hand in yours, he jokes, “Now, will you please gogh inside with me so we can get this date started?”

“Oh my god.”

“C’mon, [Y/N]. Time is monet, you know.”

“Peter Parker, I swear to god!”

Sid isn’t one for romantic gestures, really, but Geno lives for romance (he won’t even try to deny it; they’ve all watched Geno sob his heart out to Steele Magnolias too many times for him to fool anyone), so Sid decides to romance his new fiancé to the best of his abilities.

(This is in the accidental proposal verse now.)

Sidney emails every person that matters to Geno, that was important to him at some point in his life (and that he’s still on good terms with), and though he needs some translating help from Gonch and Ovi most of the time, Sidney receives dozens of emails from people all over, all writing lovely things about Geno and how he has impacted their lives.

Sidney carefully prints out all the messages, cuts them into painfully perfect squares, and glues them onto brightly coloured cards until his kitchen looks as if an arts and crafts store exploded in there.

It’s for their engagement party, a surprise for Geno – mostly because Sidney thinks he’s lovely and he wants to do something nice for him, but also because Geno likes to tease Sid about how predictable he is and how he hasn’t managed to surprise Geno in years. Not since the glow stick incident of ‘08.

Sidney has it all planned out. He’s ordered 871 balloons in Penguins colours (of course) and has attached the cards to some of the balloon strings. When it comes time to decorate the restaurant they’ve booked for their engagement party, Sidney makes sure Geno is busy elsewhere as he directs the staff on how to arrange the balloons around the room just so.

It is absolutely worth the hours he’d spent cutting and pasting for the look on Geno’s face when he walks into the restaurant and sees it all. Even better when he doesn’t even get through three messages before he’s sobbing like a baby.

Sidney is feeling justifiably smug. It’s not that he’s pleased that he made his fiancé cry…but he’s pleased that he made his fiancé cry.


yeah expect a looot of portal content from me soon, especially Blue Sky oriented

@kitt-tea I blame you for this

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Leika examined Josephine a little closer. The signs were there, behind her perfectly coiffed hair and her poise and her finery; the hint of dark circles below her eyes, the restless fidgeting of her fingers in her lap, the slight tremble in her voice. She was exhausted. Beautiful, composed, but exhausted.

“What about you?” Leika asked quietly.

Josephine blinked. “What about me?”

“Whose concern is your well-being?”

[from ‘Cloudburst’ - the rest of this fic can be found here!]

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anonymous asked:

Can you do more msr smut? maybe one where someone walks in on them? It would be nice to see how they'd react and feel afterwards!

Here you go anon, the last in my series of caught fics. 

Warning, NSFW. 

Mulder doesn’t quite know how it all happened. One moment he was stood at the door to Scully’s apartment, flashing her a cheeky yet hopeful grin as he held a Chinese takeout bag in one hand and a bottle of red in the other, and the next he was sat on the couch, his legs spread and his jeans unzipped as he watched his hot little partner sink to her knees in front of him, take his cock into her mouth and proceed to give him the best blowjob of his life.

He’d gone to her apartment on a whim – they hadn’t made plans to spend the evening together, and even as he placed the order for their takeout he’d decided that he would share the food with the Gunmen if his partner wasn’t at home. But she was, and if the way she’d kissed him and pulled him into her apartment was anything to go by, she had been missing him too.

It was pathetic really, he’d thought to himself. The two of them had only “officially” taken their relationship to the next level a few weeks ago, when Scully had crawled into his bed, very much naked and very much not tired, after he’d returned home from his visit to England. Since then they’d slept together only twice, heavy workloads and Scully’s family commitments keeping them apart. They’d got back from their latest case late last night, too late for Mulder to stay, and today they’d been back at the office, knee deep in paperwork. Tonight was their chance to catch up, as a couple, and to spend some time together outside of work. Mulder was hoping deep down that the evening would end with Scully inviting him to spend the night, but he’d never expected this. The Chinese is cooling on the coffee table but all Mulder can think about is his partner sucking on his dick as though it’s her favorite flavor lollipop.

“Sc…” After seven years, Scully has finally rendered her partner speechless. Her right hand is wrapped tightly around his cock while her mouth bobs up and down on him, her teeth lightly grazing his flesh. Mulder is hard, possibly harder than he’s ever been, and he knows he’s moments away from one of the best orgasms of his life. His partner isn’t exactly making things easy for him either; she’s looking up at him with her big blue eyes, smirking around his flesh as her left hand moves to unbutton her shirt ever so slightly, then heads down and disappears beneath her skirt. Seconds later Mulder feels her moan vibrate against him, the sensation driving him closer to the edge.

“Get up…uhhh…get up here Scully.”

She shakes her head, unwilling to release his cock, though he notices that whatever she’s doing beneath her skirt – and he has a reasonably good idea of what that is – she’s speeding up.

“Please.” First she rendered him speechless, now she’s got him begging. Dana Scully has her partner wrapped around her little finger, and he loves it. “Scully I wanna be inside you.”

“No,” replies Scully, pulling back momentarily to catch her breath. “Like this.”

“I’m close.”

“I know.” She flashes him another smile before her mouth sinks back down over his cock.

He’s given her plenty of warning, he tells himself, and before he can even think about pulling out he suddenly tumbles over the edge, spilling into her mouth with a cry. Scully isn’t that far behind him, groaning around him as she cleans him up.

As he comes down from his rush, Mulder suddenly hears the scraping of a key in the lock at Scully’s door. He looks down at his partner, her wide eyes reflecting his own horror, and then it all happens in a blur. A visibly post-coital Scully quickly gets to her feet, setting her skirt in place, while Mulder lifts his hips up off the sofa, trying to zip up his jeans. As the door opens, Scully suddenly flings a nearby cushion onto her partner’s lap in an attempt to conceal his modesty. But it’s too late.


“Oh my goodness!” Maggie takes in the scene, looks at her daughter’s unbuttoned blouse, her healthy “glow” and her partner sporting a cushion in his lap and then immediately spins round, facing the door to the apartment, while Mulder and Scully scramble to make themselves look more presentable. Both of them are blushing furiously, while Mulder’s heart is beating double time. Shit. This isn’t good, not good at all. 

“It really isn’t what it looks like.”

It’s exactly what it looks like, and all three of them know that. Unable to stop himself, Mulder smirks as he raises his eyebrows at his partner, his jeans now zipped once more. He figured she’d be a little more inventive than that. 

Thankfully, Maggie seems equally flustered. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I knocked and I didn’t hear anything -” Mulder curses inwardly. If he’d just been a little quieter, they’d have heard her mom knock. But then again, he thinks, Scully is equally to blame for being so damn good at what she does, and besides, she was as carried away as he was. 

“We were just doing some paperwork -“ 

"Paperwork?” mouths Mulder to his partner, wincing as Scully shakes her head and slaps his arm hard, warning him to stay quiet.

“I didn’t realize you were back. I came over to check on the apartment –”

“There’s a lot of paperwork for this case –”

“So I used my key -” Maggie cautiously turns her head, then when realizing the coast is clear and that her daughter and partner are fully dressed, turns around. Mulder notices that neither mother nor daughter are able to make eye contact with one another. 

“We’ve got a lot of work on you see.”

“Of course." 

"And I was just helping Mulder with a report.”

“I should go.”

“No,” Mulder interrupts, unable to listen to the awkward conversation any longer. “I should go.”

“No,” Scully announces firmly, looking between the two of them. There’s a hint of resignation to her voice. “You should both stay.”

She’s right, Mulder knows - if they try and avoid her mom now, the next meeting will be even more awkward.

Maggie nods down at her feet, and so Mulder tries to break the tension in the room. “I’ll put the kettle on. Coffee Magg…Mrs Scully?”

“I’ll take tea please,” she replies politely. She doesn’t need coffee, having just had a wake-up call. Scully nods in agreement and so he leaves the room, giving the two of them time to speak alone. He figures Maggie will have some questions for her daughter, and sure enough he’s right. 

“How long has this been going on?” He hears Maggie ask the moment he’s - she presumes - out of earshot. Scully seems to have pre-empted the question and is ready with her answer. 

“About three weeks.”

“Three weeks?” The surprise is evident in Maggie’s voice. “You’ve only been together for three weeks?” While Mulder busies himself with boiling the kettle, he contemplates Maggie’s shock. He’s sure she thought they’d been together a lot longer – he’s always presumed she knew about his feelings for her daughter. He still feels awful for her walking in on them, and understands why she’s annoyed – she’s embarrassed after all, and no doubt feels out of the loop for not being aware of their relationship. As the kettle boils he suddenly feels bad for leaving Scully alone to face her mom, and slowly pads back out into the living room.

“…better of you Dana…” Maggie pauses as she notices Mulder’s presence. He shoots his partner a look, silently asking her if she’s ok, and she nods ever-so-slightly, though her eyes tell him otherwise.

“Mrs Scully,” he suddenly interrupts, moving over to stand by Scully’s side. He reaches down and takes hold of her hand. “I can only apologize for what you saw tonight. We certainly didn’t mean for you to walk in on that, and I’m sorry that we’ve embarrassed you. No parent wants to walk in on their child doing that, no matter how old they are.”

Maggie hums in agreement, but she says nothing, waiting for him to continue. “But I want you to know something. Dana’s told you we’ve been together for three weeks, and that’s correct. Officially. But if you’re asking me when I fell in love with your daughter, it’s been longer than that. A lot longer. More like three years.” He feels Scully’s eyes on him but he’s unable to trust himself to look at her. “I know what you’re thinking, and rest assured that I’m not taking advantage your daughter. I love her. This isn’t a quick fling, this is it for me, and if I’ve read the signs right, it’s the same for Dana.”

“It is,” Scully whispers, and he can hear the tears in her voice.

Maggie appears a little surprised at their admissions, but Mulder is pleased to see that she no longer looks as though she wants to kill the two of them. “So it’s serious.” It’s a statement, not a question, and Mulder sees her let out the breath she’s been holding as both he and Scully nod.

“Very much so,” he answers.

“I should have knocked again,” she replies. “Just to make sure you weren’t home. I know you’re both adults, and I didn’t mean to walk in on…that.”

“It won’t happen again,” promises Scully,

“No,” agrees Maggie, her lips twitching up into a smile. “Next time I should think you’d at least use the door chain to keep out unwanted visitors.”

I really, really loved “if we never take the first step (let’s get a move on).” I like to imagine that Nicole became Billy the kid’s favorite pillow. 

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