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Oh My My

Pairing: Avengers x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1500

Warnings: Still kinda lame, bad pickup lines (that I did not come up with), bad language, sexual innuendos, my writing

(A/N): My friend requested a second, more dirty, part. So, yeah…hope you´re happy. Kinda lamer than the first part, but whatever. And once again, if you see a pickup line/ dirty remark that belongs to you, please message me and I´ll gladly credit you. Enjoy.

Oh My

Summary: You thought you heard the last of me? Ha! Or: The Team attempts to cope with your You-ness.

Originally posted by models-in-motion-gifs

„Can you just…not…do that?“

Steve huffs impatiently, watching you turn and blink at him all too innocently.

“Do what, Captain? Admire the view?”

You gesture behind yourself, towards the small group of people that were currently being shoved into the back of a SHIELD van. Two young, handsome males and a beautiful, blonde female.

“They are terrorists, [Y/N]. Can you at least fake some professionalism?”

You shake your head with an amused smirk, your gaze lingering on him just long enough to see him reach out to massage his temple.

“What am I going to do with you?”

A laugh bubbles up at the back of throat and you turn, sending him a wink over your shoulder as you set into a casual stroll towards his motorcycle.

“My, Captain, I can think of a few things. Might need to stretch first though.”

His annoyed groan only serves to amuse you further, [E/C] meeting his cerulean blue ones just as he sweeps a hand over his slightly reddened face.

“I´m serious, [Y/N]. If you step out of line one more time-“

“You will give me a good spanking, got it, Captain.”

He buries his face in his hands with a shuddering sigh, the flush that spreads across his face delightfully bright.

And I can tell, today´s going to be a good day.

“How did you pull that off?”

Bruce´s disbelieving whisper drags a small chuckle out of you, your grip on his arm tightening insignificantly when he slowly leads you towards the emergency exit, flash-drive with the needed data safely stored in his jackets pocket.

“Like a wise person once said: If you can´t blow them away with your brilliance, baffle them with your bullshit.”

He snorts a laugh, opening the door for you once you´ve made sure that you could slip away undetected.

“You amaze me, [Y/N].”

“And we haven’t even slept together yet.”

You smile teasingly his way, easily slipping into the driver´s seat of your getaway car, while Bruce stands next to it for a few moments, shaking his head in a mixture of amusement and embarrassment.

You´ve had a lot of brilliant ideas in your life- a whole lot, but this, you decide, might just have been one of your very best.

“Please tell me I´m hallucinating…”

Tony´s disbelieving whisper drags a chuckle out of you, [E/C] sparkling in amusement as you push away from the set of suits that both Pepper and you have taken great pleasure in painting bright neon pink.

“Well, I am dreamy, but please do contain yourself, darling.”

He takes a shaky inhale, his eye twitching to the rhythm of his pulse. Or as doctor Cho would have put it, unhealthily fast.

“Don´t worry, it´s not waterproof”

You grin at him, reaching out to plant your lips to his cheek in an attempt to soothe his rattled nerves, before you lean back with a playful smirk on your lips.

“What do you say we get out of here, darling. To blow of some steam. Emphasis on the blow.”

He chokes on thin air, his eyes widening, and you take a picture, laughing at it and his truly priceless expression for the rest of your day-off.

“It´s beautiful”

You turn upon hearing Bucky´s voice, training your eyes onto the item the soldier was currently referring to.

It turned out to be Wanda´s new scarf, a fabric of gorgeous scarlet color that complimented both her powers and leather jacket lovely.

“Suits you”

Clint pipes up from across the room, sending you a quick look that almost begs you to say something also. Preferably something incredibly dirty. And who are you to disappoint?

“Indeed, it does. Maybe if you´re feeling a little frisky you´ll let me use it on you in more existing ways.”

She blushes and buries her face in her scarf, her cheeks as delightfully red as the fabric itself, while you merely take a calm sip of your tea and tone out Clint´s barking laughter.

You never failed to be pleased by Bucky´s delight at the simplest and most basest of things, one of the main reasons why you took to treating the Super Soldier to lunches and dinners every now and again, introducing him to various restaurants, bars and cafés while you were at it too.

“That was mind-blowing”

You grin up at him from behind your burger

“Not usually the circumstances I hear that, but I´ll take it.”

You narrowly dodge a fry that he throws your way, laughing at the small blush that tinted his cheeks as his creative imagination paved a way for, what you are sure, were some incredibly dirty thoughts and pictures.

“I hate you…”

“Wanna watch a movie?”

You smirk at Sam from behind the book that you were reading, teasingly raising a delicate brow.

“Why, Wilson, a little ´Netflix and Chill´ is always welcome”

He raises his own brows in slightly flustered disbelief, turning to Pietro for help only to receive a nonchalant shrug in return.

“Welcome to our world…”

You throw a book at the speedster, watching bemusedly as he calmly dodges it by craning his head to the right.

“Glad I´m flexible, right?”

“Certainly, although I´d love to find out just how flexible you can be, love.”

You treat him to a coy smirk and flirtatious chuckle, ruffling up his hair on your way to the elevator when you take notice of the color that set upon his cheeks.

“You coming or what, Wilson?”

“Me? Oh I-“

“Oh, I´m sure he already came!”

You laugh at Tony´s good natured jab, teasingly beckoning the flustered Sam to join you in the elevator with a wiggle of your index finger.

Patience, to most people´s surprise, had always been one of your strong suits, combined with the fact that you, not very unlike Natasha, were impeccable at stealth, it made you into a force to be reckoned with.

A force that Clint, just like HYDRA, learned to fear. For wholly different reasons.


A girlish shriek rips from his lips and you muster a self-satisfied smirk in return, watching him jump away from you, with clear amusement in your eyes.

“I hate you!”

He grips his chest for emphasis, wheezing and far from amused by your sudden and quite frankly startling appearance.

“Now that, darling, is where I beg to differ. I hold firm to the belief that I´m like walking heroin, very habit forming-“

“And it never ends well”

You chuckle at him and nod, offering him the basket of fries you brought along to share with the Archer.

“Now that this is out of the way, I figured you´d be hungry, after a jump like that.”

Nevertheless the withering look he gives you at the mention of his reaction to your sudden appearance, he takes the basket.

“To think you could be scared of lil´ol´me…”

“I wasn’t scared…”

And after swallowing, he quickly adds

“You´re not scary”

You merely grin at him, the flirtatious twinkle in your eyes unmissable and bright

“Well, in this case, rest assured, darling. I still have some tricks up my sleeve that can make you tremble- perhaps not in fear, but-“

You snort a laugh at him as he chokes on his fries and leave him to his demise, still coughing and red-faced.

“You know”

You crack your knuckles one by one, allowing your gaze to stray from her self-satisfied smirk and onto the heap of whimpering and unconscious HYDRA Agents before you.

“Shattering their bones is one thing, but shattering their bones, stepping on their manly pride and then laughing in their faces…”

You turn to give her a look of mock disappointment

“That´s just cruel”

“So, arrest me”

A teasing, lopsided grin is what it takes for Natasha to realize her mistake. Her green eyes flitting to where your hand is already reaching for your own pair of handcuffs.

“With utmost pleasure

“Don’t you dare”

You found Maria to be a person of utmost grace and intelligence. Someone who, despite being confined to her office for the better part of forever, still had no trouble slipping into the role of an active Agent if need be.

It´s unlike you, and if somebody were to point it out, you would most certainly deny it, but you admired that about her.

So, it came as no surprise to you when your eyes lingered on her frame for a moment longer than they needed to be, watching profanities leave her lips in an enraging volume if only to convince the target that she was truly offended.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Natasha´s gaze on you, her own green eyes twinkling in amusement as she watched your lips curl upwards at Maria´s impeccable performance.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Her voice reaches you over the com

“I´d love to make that woman scream for real”

It takes you a moment to realize why Maria cracks for a split-second, a flush setting upon her cheeks.

“She left her com on”

Natasha informs you and not missing a beat, she adds a questioning

“You´ll never stop, will you?”

You merely shake your head, teasingly winking Maria´s way when she sends you a half-hearted glare over the target´s shoulder.

A good day indeed

Next Door – [BTS] Yoongi!Au

Prompt: My mom told me I should welcome the neighbour and that you’re nice and all but I’m here and you’re not?

Originally posted by sugagifs

[A/N] Bare-faced Yoongi is my ultimate kryptonite. I get so obnoxiously weak whenever this happens, I can’t even justify myself anymore.

Maybe you shouldn’t have told your mom that your friend took your ladder and because of it, you can’t change the lightbulb she told you to change, two weeks ago. “It’s just a bulb, mom, let’s stop making a huge deal out of it,” you poke your head into the semi-occupied fridge of yours in your little apartment, taking out a can of orange juice while your mom is on the phone, already nagging.

“You see, this is why I told you to get a boyfriend. That’s what they’re supposed to do for you. Change the bulbs, take the car to the mechanics, and pump the gas and tyres. But you, you wanted to be all independent, and know you’re doing all of these on your own. You chose this.” Mom clicked her tongue at you and you let out a sharp sigh through your nose while snapping the can open to take a sip. 

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fairy-hoe-tail  asked:

What about some nalu modern au where Lucy is a cop and one day Natsu comes in to the police station to get arrested for setting fire to something and then LOVE

This is a great one-shot!  I hope you like it- I switched Lucy to being a detective, I hope that’s okay!

T for language!

“Who’s Gajeel got this time, Lev?” Lucy questioned her friend, who was stuck doing office work for the time being.  The little blue haired woman rubbed her growing stomach absentmindedly, and shifted her light brown gaze to Lucy’s.

“You won’t believe this one; it’s some arsonist with pink hair.” Levy snickered as the door was roughly shoved open and a tall police officer, with a mane of long and wild black hair, stepping in dragging along said suspect.

“All yours, Lucy.” Gajeel stated gruffly, his pierced brows knit together in a permanent scowl.  Levy smiled fondly at her husband; Lucy would never understand how someone like Levy, the complete opposite of Gajeel, who was brash and gruff, ended up with the guy.  Not that she was unhappy or disliked Gajeel, in fact, she adored the two.  She was so happy to learn that their little family was growing and Levy was set to have twins to which Levy had asked Lucy to be their godmother.  Lucy, of course, accepted the offer enthusiastically and was eagerly awaiting the moment she could meet her godchildren.  

Gajeel absolutely adored Levy and loved her with all of his heart.  He used to be in a bad place, but after meeting Levy, his turned around real quick.  Levy introduced him to the force, and after much convincing, Makarov, chief detective, allowed him to go through the process of becoming an officer.  It took a long time before the old man allowed Gajeel to have a gun, but after seeing how much Levy trusted and cared for him, Makarov, in turn, did as well.

Gajeel muscled the, as promised, pink haired suspect into the interrogation room for Lucy.  She hadn’t caught his face, but she did hear his many complaints and protests before Gajeel slammed the door behind them.  Lucy sighed and shot a bored look at Levy.

“Hey, at least you get some action.  I’m stuck in here all day doing shitty paperwork.”  Levy pouted and Lucy sympathized with her very pregnant friend.

“Hey, you’ve got to protect the most important things in your life right now, right?”  Lucy reminded her softly and rubbed her shoulder.  Levy smiled down at her belly and nodded her head in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re right.  Alright, go get em’ for me, Lu!” Levy smiled and Lucy nodded her head in determination.

“You got it!”  Lucy raised her fist in determination and turned on her heel towards the interrogation room.  Inside the dimly lit room, Lucy could hear the pink haired guy and Gajeel bickering back and forth.

“I told you, ya better shut yer trap or I’m gonna whack you upside the head.” Gajeel growled and the guy, who was now strapped to the desk, yanked on his restraints.

“I already told ya, it was a mistake!  A mi-stake.  Should I spell it out for ya?  You don’t seem to bright!”  He snapped back and Gajeel was practically letting out a guttural growl by the time Lucy stepped in the room.  She was just in time to see Gajeel raising a threatening fist before she stopped him.

“Gajeel,”  She warned him, “I don’t think we support police brutality here at Magnolia Police Department, do we?”  Lucy tutted.  Gajeel had a bit of a temper and it seemed like their suspect was just as much of a hot-head as her friend.

“Tch.  Sorry.”

“Ha!” The pink haired guy laughed only to be cut short by a death glare from Gajeel.  Lucy sighed and stepped fully into the room; the guy’s back was to her so all she could see was Gajeel facing her and the guy’s mop of spiky pink hair.  His red flannel was burnt in various places- not very convincing for his pleas of innocence. 

“Alright Gajeel, I’ll call you if I need you, okay?”  

“Are you sure?  This one’s…” Gajeel finished his sentence with a disgusted snort, though Lucy heard the genuine concern behind his words.  Gajeel cared for Lucy as well; being Levy’s best friend, he always had a sort of older brotherly protection over Lucy.

“Yeah, I promise.”  Lucy smiled and Gajeel nodded.  Lucy knew he had been wanting to spend as much time with Levy as possible anyways.  “Alright then.”  Lucy started and strode over to the other side of the room to where she could see his face.  Her heels clacked intimidatingly across the floor, echoing around the mainly empty room.  “So, tell me what ha-ppend..?”  Lucy’s voice faltered a bit as she rounded the table and caught sight of the man in front of her.  He had a boyish charm to him, soft features, but a defined jaw.  His dark green eyes looked like they held something like anger, but it was more mischievous than that.  His full lips hung in something between a snarl and a smirk, and a septum ring, that Lucy would have thought she would not find attractive but did, hung fashionably from his nose.  Where his sleeves were burned, Lucy caught sight of his full sleeves of tattoos on both arms.  His flannel hung open a bit, where the buttons had been ripped or singed, showing off his defined chest.  He wasn’t too skinny or too bulky, he was lithe and strong looking, and Lucy, was quite simply, drooling over her suspect.

“Um…”  Lucy felt like an idiot stammering out her words; the guy quirked a brow at her and set an infuriatingly hot smirk on his lips.  “N-Natsu…  Dragneel?”  Lucy tried to steady her voice, reading off his name from the report Gajeel had left for her.

“Yup.” He answered her, folding his fingers together in front of him.  

“I’m detective Heartfilia.”  Lucy busied her gaze down at the manilla folder in her hands.  “It says you set yourself on fire and ran through South Gate Park, where you then set the grass, a bench, and a tree, before jumping into the park’s fountain…”  She shifted a curious gaze back at the sinfully attractive man across from her.  “And you plea innocence?”

“Before you continue, I mean, you could man handle me.  You know, go bad cop on me?  I’d rather have you do it than metal head in there.  So, if you need to, ya know, go ahead.”  Natsu leaned back in his chair and smirked.  Lucy glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Th-that is not going to happen, Mr. Dragneel!  Now, the matter at hand-”  Natsu snorted out a snicker and Lucy almost dropped her jaw on the table.  It wouldn’t be the first time that a culprit hadn’t taken her seriously.  The first thing they see is her well endowed chest, which she couldn’t help thank you very much, and her blonde hair and decently good looks, in her opinion, and just think she’s just some dumb bimbo.  It infuriated Lucy to no end and she would not stand for it.  “Listen here-!”

“You’re weird, you know that?”  He stated and sighed, attempting to cross his arms, but failing do to his restraints.

“Did you just call me ‘weird’?”  Lucy asked incredulously and Natsu sighed again.

“Yeah, I did.  First you give me a whole ‘elevator look’ and then you go all serious on me.  What do you want to do, make-out or arrest me?”  He grinned revealing white teeth with longer-than-usual canines.  Lucy gasped, her face flushing, and set a glare on his stupid pink hair, unable to look him in the eyes.  “I prefer the latter, but I suppose it’s up to you, eh?”

“Alright, that’s it!  Need I call Gajeel back in here?”  Lucy growled and slapped his file onto the metal tabletop.  “Start talking now or I’ll arrest you without getting your side!”

“Okay, okay.”  Natsu seemed to sober up a bit and Lucy tried to relax her breathing.  “It’s really not like the report says, I promise.”  He looked up at her sincerely and Lucy stared at him as intimidatingly as possible.  After a few moments of silence and Natsu twiddling his thumbs, he finally spoke up again.

“See, I’m an entertainer,”  He began and Lucy quirked an eyebrow at him.

“By setting out lovely park on fire?”

“No!  No, that’s the last thing I wanted to do.”  Natsu sighed and shook his head angrily.  “I’m a fire-breather, you know, you can rent me for parties and shit like that?”  Lucy’s brows shot up in surprise and Natsu shrugged.  “I need to make money somehow.  Anyways, I do my own shows and I had one in South Gate Park later today.  I was practicing just outside of the park where my friend, he’s kind of like my safety guy, was there with me.”  Natsu explained and Lucy nodded for him to continue.  

“Well, just as I was practicing one maneuver, that bastard Gray- he’s my friend-”

Sounds like he’s your friend.”  Lucy snorted at his choice of words, but gestured for him to continue.

“Gray, supposedly, accidentally knocked over one of my fuel cans.  I didn’t notice until after I lit my torch and went to start the trick.  There was fuel all around me, I got the lit torch too close to the ground, and ended up setting myself on fire.”  He scowled at the wall seeming as though he was a little embarrassed judging by his ears turning red.


“Gray was too busy flirting with his girlfriend, apparently, to help me, so I did the next best thing.  I know it wasn’t the smartest thing, you know, civilians, but I ran through the park to the fountain.  I didn’t mean to set anything on fire, but by the time I was out, your dumbass officer out there was arresting me.  Who the fuck knows where Gray was.”  Natsu huffed and Lucy’s gaze softened a bit.  It sounded like the guy was just not having a good day.  “Now I miss out on money and I’ve been basically arrested.”

“Gajeel was just doing his job.”  Lucy pointed out slightly defensively, but then she sighed.  “But I do believe you.”  Lucy tried to tell herself that it wasn’t because she wanted to do ungodly things to Natsu, but she really did believe his story.

“Hey, Lucy?  There’s someone here about that idiot.”  Gajeel poked his head in and jabbed his thumb over his shoulder.  Natsu shot him a glare, but Gajeel ignored it.

“Sure, send them in.”  A few moments passed and in walked a dark haired man and a woman with long blue hair.  “Yes?”

“Oh, there you are you son of a bitch!”  Natsu sneered at the pair and Lucy could only guess that this was his friend.

“Ah, you must be Gray.”  Lucy greeted and the guy nodded his head swallowing hard.

“Y-yeah, sorry about all this.  I wasn’t paying attention and as much as I’d like to see this bastard be arrested, he really didn’t do anything wrong.”  Gray sighed and Lucy stifled a smile.

“See!  I fuckin’ told ya!  Ya damn bastard, can’t you and Juvia break it up for five minutes?”  The girl behind Gray, assumedly Juvia, blushed heavily and Gray scowled at Natsu.

“Mr. Dragneel, language please.”  Lucy sighed and Natsu clamped his mouth shut.  “Thank you for coming in, I have enough evidence to make a judgement.  You two can wait out in the office if you’d like.”  Gray and Juvia nodded and headed back out the door where Gajeel lead them away from the interrogation room.

“Can I get these shackles off now?  Geez, I’m not some scummy criminal.”  Natsu was pouting and Lucy thought he looked adorable.  She obliged and unclasped the handcuffs from around his wrists.  He rubbed them absentmindedly, and Lucy noticed that his skin had patches of red burn marks.  Without thinking, she passed a thumb over one of the marks and Natsu hissed out in pain.

“Sorry!”  Lucy squeaked out and Natsu relaxed once more.  “Sorry…  They just look painful.”

“I’m used to it,”  Natsu mumbled and Lucy had a suspicion that he was just trying to downplay it for her sake.  “I play with fire a lot.”  He snickered; a devilish smirk on his lips.

“O-okay.”  Lucy was back to her stammering, doe-eyed-school-girl self.  “U-um, yeah, I don’t see why you’d be guilty.”  Natsu stepped closer to her, around the table, and she realized that, while he wasn’t nearly as tall as Gajeel, he was about a head taller than herself.

“You’re still weird, ya know?”  He murmured and grinned.  “But Lucy’s a real pretty name.”  He smiled genuinely and Lucy blushed.

“Th-thank you…”  Lucy practically gulped and Natsu chuckled out a raspy laugh.  “H-hey, um, what time was your show supposed to be?”

“Seven o’clock, why?”  Natsu answered her questioningly and Lucy glanced at the clock.  It was five thirty and Lucy was pondering a crazy idea.

“Think you can be ready for your show if there’s a place nearby to get washed up and everything?”  Lucy asked quickly and Natsu nodded, still slightly confused.

“Yeah, I guess, but what place are you talking about?”

“O-oh, just my apartment…”  Lucy practically whispered out and Natsu took a moment to deliberate, and then a shit eating grin spread across his face.  “O-only because I’m curious about your show!”  Lucy frowned at the ground and Natsu laughed.

“Oh, you want to come?  Even better!”  Natsu exclaimed and Lucy blushed furiously.  

“Well, let’s get going then.”  Lucy ordered.  “Or do I need to cuff you to get you moving?”

“We can only use handcuffs if you ask nicely.”  Natsu winked down at her and Lucy fought the urge to, again, drop her jaw in astonishment.

“Th-that’s not- y-you..!”  Lucy stammered and Natsu practically cackled as he walked about the door.

“I have my uniform in my truck, lemme grab it and we can go!”  Natsu stated and dashed out of the police office.  Lucy stood in the doorway to the interrogation room, looking dumbfounded, until Levy’s giggle disrupted her thoughts.

“My, my, Lucy, you look positively love struck.”  Levy smirked and Lucy gasped at her friend.

“You’re just a romantic, Levy!  That’s absurd!”  Lucy protested though she felt like she was lying to her best friend.

“Hm?  What’s that, twins?  You want an Uncle, with pink hair, as well as an Aunt Lucy?”  Levy tilted her head towards her belly and Gajeel let out a guffaw while Lucy’s face turned beet red.

“C’mon, Luce!”  Natsu swung open the main door and called to her.  Luce?

“Ooh, you’re on a nickname basis already?”  Levy cooed and Lucy stormed past her friend’s desk in embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t ya think ya could do better?”  Gajeel called, pulling a face at Lucy.

“How were you when Levy found you?”  Lucy called back and smiled at her two friends leaving Gajeel with an embarrassed scowl on his face; Lucy left to meet Natsu, feeling embarrassed in her own was for essentially admitting her ‘love at first sight’ feelings for the slightly masochistic fire breather outside the police station. 

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Rosvolio + wedding night?

There was not enough wine in the world to ready Benvolio for what he was about to do.

God knows, he had done his best to fortify himself for the task at hand, having finished off several glasses of his uncle’s best Rhenish between all the feasting and the dancing – and, for his pains, was now feeling more than a trifle light-headed – but he could not yet bring himself to rise from his chair and make his way upstairs, where his all-too unwilling bride waited.

The ceremony had taken place that morning in Capulet’s cathedral, as his uncle had wished, for the remaining structural work had miraculously – and mysteriously – been completed before the arrival of autumn. All of Veronan society had turned out for the occasion, dressed their most colorful silks, velvets, and brocades, making the interior of the basilica resemble nothing less than a great casket of jewels. His bride, for her part, had made her way towards the altar dressed in a gown of deep cerulean blue, and Benvolio couldn’t help but notice the bodice, cut square and delectably low across her chest – before he had the good sense to shift his gaze upward.

As the assembled nobles stood watching, the two of them had knelt, their hands joined together by the bishop, followed by an exchange of vows in Latin. There was a brief mass, and those gathered took communion, beginning with the newly-married couple, both of them dutifully parting their lips to receive the body of their Lord. It had been difficult for Benvolio not to think back to the last wedding he had attended – a secret one, with only two witnesses, the ceremony performed by a humble friar – and draw altogether unfavorable comparisons. For all the misfortunes it had brought, his cousin’s marriage had at least been born out of love, not politics, and there had been no mistaking the joy and passion in the eyes of Romeo and his Capulet bride as they had uttered their vows in that candle-lit chapel. Benvolio’s new wife would not even look at him – although he could hardly blame her, given his rather cowardly lack of resistance to the news of their betrothal. And if her heart secretly belonged to another, as he had come to suspect, gazing upon his face would no doubt bring her only pain.

At the celebratory feast that evening, they had proved a somber pair as they sat together at the high table, sharing from the same plate and goblet, but saying almost nothing to each other. She drank but a half-glass of wine and ate very little, and part of him wondered if she planned to escape this marriage simply by refusing to eat, intent on wasting away from lack of sustenance. As the revelries proceeded into the night, Benvolio found himself reaching for the wine time and again, refilling the glass from the silver flagon that sat nestled among the platters of food. The warm evening air was heavy with torch-smoke, thick with the sounds of the drum and pipe as they sung out over the voices in the crowded courtyard, and Benvolio had slowly felt his head begin to spin with it.

In that haze, his eyes had found occasion to seek her out, drawn to her as to a lodestone, although he did not dare to let them linger long. For even in her silent indignation, his wife truly was beautiful – no man could deny it. In the warmth of the torchlight her skin shimmered with rich tones of gold and umber, pulling attention to the winged jut of her collarbones and the length of her neck. She had been endowed with wide, dark eyes, made more expressive by her frequent displays of wit, and a pair of full and rounded lips that seemed to have been formed for no other purpose than to be kissed. He remembered how she had once spoken of her desire to enter a convent – but by Saint Peter, what a waste that would have been.

Yet in the end it mattered not what he thought of her neck or her eyes or even the fullness of her lips, for she did not want him and had only consented to marry him by means of great persuasion from her uncle and the prince. And as Benvolio stared into his half-empty glass, he had realized he could not bear to have her think of him the same way, as yet another man who sought to break her will upon his own.

By and by, the night had grown late, the torches burning low within their sconces, and the time had come for the bride to take her leave and excuse herself from the assembled company. She had risen to her feet amid the ribald cheers and customary encomiums to her beauty and virtue, and just as quickly departed – all without a single glance in Benvolio’s direction. A pair of serving women had been directed to escort her upstairs to his chambers and there she was to make herself ready for bed.

Benvolio waited as long as he possibly could to follow, and he might have waited a while longer, had not his uncle come and clasped a strong hand around his shoulder.

“Go, Benvolio, and make a Montague of her,” he urged, nodding his head towards the stairs, “or at least put one in her.”

Benvolio’s face burned bright with shame – for they should all have been ashamed, having cruelly used this young maid as a pawn in their dealings – but his uncle mistook it for excitement and laughed lustily, quickly pulling Benvolio out of his chair and pushing him in the direction of his chamber.

His feet were like lead upon the stairs, a sharp contrast with his dizzy head, and a hopeful part of him latched onto the possibility that she had simply gone to sleep rather than await his arrival.

Alas, fortune did not favor him, for as he quietly opened the door he could see that a single candle had been left burning and his new bride was sitting up in bed, very much awake. She was clad in a nightgown of fine ivory linen, her unbound hair falling in loose curls over her shoulders. A pair of dark eyes instantly turned towards him, her hands stiff as she clutched the bedclothes tightly against her chest. He had not imagined that he could possibly feel more abashed, but the way she was staring at him, with equal parts defiance and fear written into her gaze, made his heart twist forcefully against his ribs. Had she imagined that he would straightaway attempt to claim his marital rights, he wondered, even in the face of her unwillingness? One look at her was all it took for him to know.

“Fear not, lady,” he muttered with a sigh, “I will not impose myself upon you.”

His words seemed to put her at ease, but only slightly, her wary eyes still fixed upon him as he stepped into the room.

“And what of tomorrow night, and the nights that follow?” she asked. “Will you say the same?”

“I will say it every night you do ask it of me,” he answered quietly, “for I am not the unrepentant blackguard you imagine every Montague must be.” Benvolio rubbed his hand along his forehead, a sudden weariness overtaking him. “But for tonight, put out thy candle and let us have peace. I will rest elsewhere…” – he nodded towards the long wooden bench set flush against the opposite wall – “…and leave you to your dreams.”

He did not wait to see her reaction, but made his way over to his makeshift bower and swiftly stripped himself down to his shirt and hose. It was not until he had laid down upon the bench, using his wadded-up doublet as a cushion for his head, that he realized she had not blown out the candle. Let her keep the light, he thought as he closed his eyes, if it brings her some comfort.

He had almost surrendered to the weight of sleep when he heard her shifting upon the mattress.

“I wonder, my lord,” she murmured, “if you had decided… to impose yourself, what might you have done?”

Benvolio’s eyes snapped open, uncertain that he had heard her true. He glanced over and saw that she had turned onto her side to face him, propping herself up upon an elbow. Something had shifted in her expression, for while she still held herself guardedly, she no longer looked quite so apprehensive, and her eyes glinted with a spark of curiosity. Still, in the thick fog of his mind he could not be sure she knew exactly what it was she was asking.

“What might I have done, when I came into the room?” he stammered.

She nodded, her gaze wide enough that he could see the light of the candle reflected there. Time seemed to slow for a moment, in the stillness of his half-darkened chamber, and all Benvolio could feel was the rough pounding of his heart within his chest. He did not entirely understand why she had thought to ask such a thing, but he would give her an answer – a truthful one.

“Well… to begin, I would have come to sit by your side, lady. For ‘tis all very dependent on proximity.”

“Of course,” she said, her features softening ever so slightly. “And then?”

The corner of his mouth tugged upward in a wry smile, the first time it had done so all day. “Perhaps I would have kissed you,” he said, with a shrug of his shoulders. “Gently at first, and then with greater urgency.”

With her gaze still caught on his, she bit against the fullness of her bottom lip, perhaps in innocence, or perhaps to tease him – and with a tightening sensation in his belly, Benvolio realized he did not care in the slightest which it was.

“Is that all?” she asked.

He exhaled roughly, his breath half-mixed with laughter. “Oh, my Rosaline, had you no nursemaid to tell you of such things?” He paused and pursed his lips, taking her coy silence as his cue to continue with his answer. “No, ‘tis merely the beginning. For then I might have taken you into my arms and held you close, until naught remained to separate us.”

Her lips parted a little, her chest rising and falling with each breath. “And what of our clothes?”

“I would fain have us unclothed,” Benvolio replied, and her dark eyes widened, as if scandalized at the thought. “As husband and wife, there should be no secrets between us.” He swallowed hard, allowing his mind to momentarily cloud with visions of his new bride, her bare skin velvet-smooth and flush with yearning. Perhaps it was only the presence of such distracting thoughts that could explain the liberties he took in speaking to her so brazenly. 

“And I would wish to see you, my lady – all of you – as you laid back and pulled me down with my weight upon you. For then there would be nothing left but for me to possess you fully, our bodies joined together in the most intimate of ways.”

He fell silent, knowing not what else to say as he gazed at her, recumbent upon his bed, the wild tendrils of her hair spilling onto the sheets, her eyes shining with something that could only be desire. His breath came heavy, caught in his throat, his hunger for her coiling and nestling deep within his groin. Benvolio found himself filled with the compulsion to rise to his feet and make his way over to where she lay, so he might in fact begin to enact that sequence of events he had just described to her. Before he could do anything, though, she tilted her head, her gaze leveling him with cool appraisal.

“Perhaps it is fortunate, then, that you were compelled to restrain yourself,” she said, her eyebrows raised into uniform arches. “For now, armed with such knowledge, I feel wholly prepared to resist any advances should they be attempted.” She gave him one final shrewd glance before she put her lips up to the candle’s flame.

“Good night, my lord,” she whispered, and with a single breath plunged the room into darkness.

For a moment, Benvolio could only lay back upon the bench, fully awash in bewilderment and frustration, listening to the rustle of the bed linens as she settled herself down for sleep. But as he recalled the words that had just passed between them, he finally came to the realization that she had provoked him deliberately, drawing his mind towards thoughts of carnal pleasures all the while knowing she would allow him no satisfaction of them. But her response to his words had been clear enough – she could not have feigned such desire, could she? Jesu, what sort of bold little minx had he married?

And then he couldn’t help but smile, and shake his head, knowing that he had all the remaining days – and nights – of his life to figure it out.

[my Still Star-Crossed ficlets are on AO3 – read them here]

anonymous asked:

Reactions to their lover saying "I love you" please?

Jeff: He’d freeze up, his jaw would drop– He would stare at them in total awe; The only people that had ever said those words to him were members of his own family. It would take him more than a moment to compose himself, but he would wrap his arms around them and utter out a shaky “I love you, too.”

BEN: Before he could begin to comprehend what was happening, he would be in tears; If his heart were still capable of beating it would be pounding in his chest. He would be silent as he let their words soak in, finding it hard to believe that that could be true; How could it be? He’d never had those words spoken to him before, and that meant that he didn’t deserve it, right? After getting over the initial shock of their words, he would smile; his face flushing as realisation set in and he took them into his arms. He would return the words tenfold, saying them at every opportunity.

Jane: “You’re kidding, right?” Did they honestly expect her to believe that? That they actually loved her? Ha! What a joke– Wait, they’re not kidding… Oh, shit.
She’d be taken aback, seeing the look on their face and seeing just how serious they were– but she would waste no time at all letting them know that her feelings were very much the same, grabbing them and pressing her lips to theirs. After pulling back, she would tell them that she adored them, and would love them always. As long as they don’t cheat, Janey don’t do that

Masky: He would tense up, not really knowing how to respond. He’s had people tell him that they loved him before, and he’s said it back, but his relationship with those people didn’t mean much to him, and definitely didn’t end on good terms. He didn’t want this to be like that. He felt different this time– this person actually meant something to him. So after running it through his mind, and remembering a few wise words from his friend Jack, he’d say it back, determined to make this time different– determined to make it better.

Hoody: He had never had someone to tell him that they loved him before. He would smile shyly, his face flushing under his mask. What should he do? Say it back? Kiss them? He decided to do what felt right to him. He pulled his hood down and took his mask off, pressing his lips to theirs in a soft, sweet kiss. It didn’t last long, but it didn’t have to.

EJ: A wide, cheeky, sharp-toothed grin would form under his mask and he would waste no time in saying it right back– He wanted his feelings to be crystal clear. He would then take his mask off and wrap his arms around them, nuzzling his head into the crook of their neck, wanting to be as close to his lover as he could get. He might look a little scary, but he really is sweet when he wants to be.


Huge, huge thank you’s to @thedaughterofkings and @stilesbansheequeen for helping me with this lil thing. Bless them <3 (it’s on AO3 here!!!)


When Stiles walks into the loft, Derek doesn’t even look up, too engrossed in the book he’s reading. The only reason he lifts his eyes is because Stiles is positively radiating nervousness. With scrunched up eyebrows he takes in Stiles biting his lip, and then his eyes travel up slightly higher, and oh.

Derek’s mouth drops open, absolutely stunned.

Stiles no longer has a mop of hair on his head. Instead, he’s got a buzzcut. A buzzcut he hasn’t had since he was a sophomore in high school. He looks so much younger than the 25 year old he is now. Derek is completely speechless.

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Interrupted *Requested* (William Nylander)

I finally got this one done. I really do like it though, it turned out way different than I was expecting…but I hope you like it anyway!

Requested by: @ortonsrevival who wanted the prompts “Help me pack or get out.” and “You’re in my way.”

Warnings: Light violence (not involving reader)

Requests: Open!

Up Next: Nico Hischier

You let out a huge exhale and collapsed onto the bed. Being an ER nurse was hard work, and you had just worked a twenty hour shift. It was supposed to be just a 12 hour shift, but right before you clocked out there had been a call of a multiple car accident with two care flights and three ambulances coming in. So you had stayed behind to prep rooms and assist where needed. Eight hours later your supervisor noticed you and sent you home, instructing you not to come in for your shift later.

So you had taken the subway back to your apartment, not about to attempt driving through Toronto traffic. You had been a living zombie as you stood under your shower head, washing the scent of the ER off of you. And then almost a full 24 hours after you had last slept, you were finally in bed. You were almost asleep when you heard your phone start ringing. You groped blindly across the bed and answered without opening your eyes.

“Hello?” You yawned.

“So you’re not dead.” You heard your boyfriend, Willy, say. “I wouldn’t know since you haven’t been in contact with me for a full day and you’re 15 minutes late for our anniversary date.”

You groaned. “I’m so sorry Willy. I just got home. I ended u-”

“That’s ok, babe. I’ll just let the waiter know you’ll be a few more minutes. You only live like 10 minutes away.”

“Willy, I-” You tried to get out, but he cut you off.

“It’s not a problem, babe. I’ll see you when you get here.” And then he hung up. You were so tired you almost cried, but this was your first anniversary and Willy had worked so hard planning it. So you toughed it out and got up.

You threw on a dress that Willy always complimented and braided your hair and headed out the door. You dozed during the five minute train ride and stumbled into the restaurant 20 minutes after you had ended the call with him.

“Hi babe!” Willy called to you. His happy smile made you feel a bit better, so you blinked hard, trying to wake yourself up and gave him a smile in return.

“Hi, Willy. I’m so sorry that I’m late, but my shif-”

“No worries. I’m just glad you’re here. I went ahead and order for us. Since you always get the same thing here, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“Thanks. And no, I’m glad.” He pulled your chair out and once you were seated, retook his place across from you. The waitress headed over to take your drink order once you had settled. “Can I get a coffee please?”

“Decaf?” She asked.

“Please no. I need all the caffeine you have.”

The waitress chuckled. “I’ll be right back with it.”

“Coffee? Babe it’s 8pm. And I know you worked the night shift last night…but don’t you work in the morning?”

“I know it’s late, but I really need some coffee. And I didn’t just work last night…I ended up-”

“Here’s your coffee. And the food should be out in about five minutes.”

“Thank you.” You said before taking a big drink, praying it would act fast and wake you up.

“Babe. Breathe. The coffee isn’t going anywhere.” Willy teased.

You flushed but set it down. “Sorry, but I’m just-” You yawned. “-Really tired.”

“I can see that. Why didn’t you sleep after you got off work?” He chastised.

“I keep trying to say-”

“Here’s your meals.” You were interrupted yet again. You grit your teeth but smiled politely and thanked the waitress. It wasn’t her fault you were exhausted.

You and Willy ate in silence for a few minutes before he started talking about his day. Practices were getting ready to start back up, and you were just as excited as he was for the season to start back up.

“Coach was actually late because there was a huge wreck on the highway. He said he saw one of the medical helicopters.”

“There were actually two.” You interjected.


“There were two helicopters. And three ambulances. Six patients total that came in. There were two who didn’t even come to the hospital, they got taken straight to the morgue.” You said in a dead tone.

“Y/N?” Willy questioned. “Are you ok?”

Your eyes teared up a bit. “I was in the room with a little girl when social services told her that her mommy and daddy were dead.” You swallowed hard. “I was the one who held her down when she completely lost it.” Eyes glistening you looked up at Willy, “It wasn’t a very good day at work.”

“Babe.” He cooed. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that.” He reached across the table to hold your hand. “But shouldn’t you have been on your way home when they came in?”

You gave a dry laugh. “I was on my way out the door when the call came. I stayed to help. I was there for an extra eight hours.”

“That’s a twenty hour shift!!”

“They needed my help. I’m the second most experienced nurse on the floor.” You gave a slight smile. “It’s a lot different that the two minute shifts you’re used to, isn’t it?”

“I’d say. What time did you get home?”

You swallowed the last bite of your dinner and pushed your plate away before answering. “Um, about 10 minutes before you called me.”

“Y/N?! Why didn’t you say something? You must be completely exhausted!!”

“I tried. But I knew how excited you were and you’ve planned this for so long. I didn’t want to disappoint you. And yes. I am completely exhausted.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t listen.”

“It’s alright, Willy. I know you were just super excited. And I’m sure that as soon as I get some sleep I’ll be ecstatic that we reached a year.”

“Well then let’s go get you to bed.”

Willy paid and you walked out holding hands. “You can stay at my apartment, tonight.” You told him. “I live closer.”

“Sounds good.” He led you to his car and completed the 10 minute drive back to your place. As soon as you got back you collapsed on the bed. You heard Willy chuckle and then felt him get into the bed with you. He wrapped his arms around you and then you were out.

You woke up an unknown amount of time later to the sun coming through your window. Willy was no longer in the bed with you, but you could hear him moving around in the kitchen. You checked your phone and saw that you had slept for over 12 hours. You responded to a few messages and after you used the restroom and brushed your teeth, headed out into the living room.

Willy peeked around the corner when he heard you sit on the couch. He waved hi, but continued with his phone call. Holding up a coffee cup in an unasked question. You nodded an affirmative and he came around the corner with a full cup in hand. He gave you a kiss and then handed you the cup.

“Thanks,” You whispered.

He nodded and then turned his attention back to the call. “That’s perfect. Thanks coach, I appreciate it.” He gave a light chuckle. “I understand. I won’t.” He listened for another minute. “Ok coach. Bye.”

“What’d you do?” You asked when he hung up.

He gave a sarcastic laugh. “Ha. Ha. I didn’t do anything. I called him.”

“Uh huh. Sure.”

He stuck his tongue out. “If you’re going to be mean you can just go right back to bed.” He gave a sly look. “And forget about your surprise.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “What surprise?”

“Did you think I didn’t get you a gift for our anniversary?”

“Oh!” You got up from your chair and ran back to your bedroom, pulling out the gift-wrapped box and went back into the living room. “I got you a present!”


“Do not even start. If you got me one then I can give you one too.” He made a face but took it from you. Inside was a collage of pictures. Your first date, first kiss, six-months, the first game you had went to, your face when you pulled out the Leafs themed scrubs at christmas, and tons of other memories. All the pictures were attached to a blue board, and there was plenty of space to add new pictures.

“I love it. We can add my present to it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Here.” He handed you a small box. “I already called your boss. You’re cleared.”

You looked up confused and asked, “What does my boss have to do with this?”

“You’ll see. Just open it.” So you did and saw two airplane tickets inside. You scanned what they said and looked up eyes wide.


“Do you like it?” He asked eagerly.

“Willy…I love it. But it’s too much. I got you pictures…and you bought us a trip to Fiji.” You protested.

“Yes I did. You deserve some time off. It’ll be a great trip before the season restarts.”

“…Willy…” You bit your lip.

“Just trust me. It’ll be great. You also may want to go get packed.”


“Our flight leave at 9pm. And we still need to head to my place and get packed.” You did a doubletake of the departure date.

“We’re leaving today?!” He just laughed and nodded. “Well then help me pack or get out!! You’re in my way!” You took off down the hallway and he followed, laughing the entire way.

Let me know if you see any blazing errors! I really appreciate the person who pointed out an error on the last imagine! You’re great!!

Say You Won't Let Go (Inspired) - SIMON

Simon X Reader

Description: Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur inspired

Requested?: yes by anon : Hello would you be able to write an imagine with Simon based on say you won’t let go- James Arthur thank you

Notes: uh, it’s VERY based on the song. A lot of the lines are actually in the song so credit to him. I guess there’s a warning about like body positivity but not really. It’s also very dialogue heavy, which I normally try to avoid.

“Y/N! Stop! Come here!” Simon said waving you over to his chair, obviously annoyed. You had been stood in front of your mirror for at least 5 minutes in leggings and a t-shirt, looking at your body, mentally critiquing yourself in every way. Small, warm tears started to roll down your cheeks after a while so you tried to cover them and wipe them away. Obviously not well enough. Simon had been sat in his chair editing but once he noticed you patting your tears away, was that he had been also looking at your body.

“What?” You said, walking over to him and sitting in his spare gaming chair.

“What’s wrong, gorgeous?” He said continuing to edit.

“That’s just it, I’m not gorgeous. I look Freya, Emily, Katie, Kay and Sarah and see slim and pretty girls. And I’m just not, I’m small but not a good small. The kind of small where all my weight goes to my stomach. Or my thighs. Not to my boobs or bum. I haven’t got the gorgeous looks of them, I haven’t got the skinny legs, I haven’t got the flat stomach, I don-” you said before being interrupted by Simons hands on your outer thigh.

“Y/N! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You’re so beautiful. I don’t think you understand how much I love you and your body. I don’t find those girls attractive. I also haven’t been in love with them for 7 years!” He said, taking his hand away from your thigh and making strong gestures, his cheeks getting slightly flushed and his eyes set firmly on you. Tears threatens to spill over your eyes but you looked away quickly and blinked until they went away.

“Y/N, do you remember when we came back to mine after your first party?” He chuckled, also triggering a slight giggle from you.

“And I took you home, quietly taking you up stairs, making sure not to wake your parents. Then, when you were throwing up, I held your hair back and rubbed your back until you felt better. Do you remember that?” He asked, you nodded and looked back at him with a small smile, knowing what was to come next.

“And then you asked if I wanted to stay? And I told you that you needed rest. But really, I would have loved to have stayed.”

“Why didn’t you?” You asked.

“Because, Y/N, I loved you too much. Too much to stay but not sleep next to you. Or kiss you in the morning when we woke up with hangovers.” He said, looking rather embarrassed. You quickly got up and sat on his lap, legs draped over the arm of his chair and one hand combing through his hair.

“You didn’t know that though. Not then. Because I tried so hard not to show it. Not to show that I needed you. Not to show my sadness when you got another boyfriend.” He said, avoiding your gaze, starting to edit again.

“Simon, stop now, you’re making me embarrassed!” You said outing your hands to your cheeks to hide the redness.

“No, I have to do this! Because otherwise you’ll never believe you’re beautiful.” He said talking your hands and kissing you briefly before continuing.

“Y/N, if you want to, I would love to stay with you until we’re grey and old. But you need to promise me that you won’t let go. You won’t leave me because you don’t think you’re good enough. Because you are good enough. You’re more than good enough. You’re perfect, more than I could ever ask for!” He said, making tears brim, once again, in your eyes.

“Of course I will never leave. Not ever.” You said kissing his nose and then his forehead.

“Okay, in that case, I’ll make you breakfast in bed. I’ll bring you coffee and then kiss your head. Then I’ll take the kids to school. And thank my lucky stars for the day I met you.” He said, pulling you into his chest.

“Simon, please!” you said as hot tears rolled down your cheeks and splattered on his shirt.

“No, Y/N. You need to hear this. You look so beautiful, as ever. No other girl has a ever made me feel like this. I’m so in love with you and I hope you realise that now. Beautiful, your love is more than worth its weight in gold.” He said kissing your nose and wiping away your tears.

“We have come so far, darling. You’re always here for me when I need you most. And I want to live with you forever and ever.” He said, holding you tighter in his arms.

“And, one day, we will get married. And I will love you until my lungs give out!” He said, his own tears landing heavily on the top of your head.

“You made and still do make me feel so wanted and enough” he said, his voice hitching slightly with a sharp intake of breath from trying to hide his tears for so long.

“Simon, I love you so much, with my whole heart! So, of course, I will never let you go. Thank you so much, honey.” You said grabbing his face with both hands and pulling him into a deep kiss. He kissed you back, gently, letting his hands fall to your waist and holding you there firmly.

“I love you most, Y/N” he said pulling away and smiling.

A/N: let me know what you think. I think is slightly different to normal???????

anonymous asked:

How would UT Sans, UF Sans, US Papyrus, SF Papyrus and Horrortale Sans react to walking in on their sleeping s/o who is cuddling up to their jacket/hoodie because they missed them while they were out working?

Aww this is so cute!




Classic always thinks about you whenever you two aren’t together, so when he’s at work, you’re on his mind the whole time. When he comes home, he wants to go up and give you big hugs and kisses, but instead, he doesn’t find you in the living room. So he looks around a little and finds you sleeping on the bed, holding onto his sweatshirt. His cheekbones turn blue and he smiles a wonderful, pleasant smile. He goes up and sits at the edge of the bed and just kind of looks at you for a few minutes, how you look so peaceful cuddled up to his jacket, and how your hair is so adorably messy, too! Eventually, he gently shakes you to wake you up, and hugs you, laying next to you. You’re thankful he’s home and you explain that you missed him in a lazy tone, but Classic doesn’t care. He tells you you’re adorable and kisses you, and the two of you take a nap together.



Red likes to call out when he’s home so you know it’s him, he knows you get defensive when you’re not sure what’s going on. So he calls out, “I’m home, sweetheart,” and gets a little nervous when he doesn’t hear you reply. The first place he looks is in the living room, and you’re there- but you’re asleep. Your back is facing toward him so when he walks around you to see your face, he notices that you’re cuddling with his jacket, and he blushes a little. He finds himself staring at you, and then realizes it’s probably really creepy and looks away. Red lets you hold onto his sweatshirt and covers you in a blanket, and lets you wake up on your own. When you do wake up, Red is asleep next to you, cuddling with one of your shirts as well.



Usually, you greet Honey when he comes home, but when you aren’t by the door when he walks in, he restrains from freaking himself out. He’s a very logical guy, so he already assumes you’re just busy doing something in the house and couldn’t be by the front, or if you aren’t home, that you’re just out and about, and you’ll answer when he texts. So he casually walks to the bedroom and sees you sleeping, holding onto his jacket. Like every other skele, he ends up blushing a little, and then lays next to you. He finds it so cute how you cuddle with his jacket that way, how it covers your cute little nose and your hair is adorably messy, and how you’re all curled up around it. Honey curls up around you and falls asleep, and when you wake up, you just roll over, cling to him, and fall asleep again.



Rus comes home and actually sees you at the kitchen table, leaned forward and head resting on his jacket. You must’ve just been waiting for him to come home, got bored, and fell asleep. He loves how you hold onto his sweatshirt the way you do. Rus gently picks you up, and you wake up in his arms as he carries you to bed. Since you’re still sleepy, you softly smile and mumble a “Welcome home” and NOW his cheekbones flush. He sets you in bed, kisses you, and lets you fall asleep with his jacket again, sitting next to you rubbing your back until you do.



Since Horror’s job tends to get gory, whenever he comes home, the first thing he does is showers, since he knows you don’t wanna hug him when he’s got someone else’s blood on his bones. So he just goes straight to the shower first, and when he comes out, he goes to the laundry room to put his clothes in there and heads to the bedroom to grab clean ones. He finds you curled up to his jacket and freezes, looking. He slowly dresses into shorts, at least that, and then climbs onto the bed next to you. You wake up from the movements and a little smile spreads on your face as you see him next to you, looking at you with a soft expression. You turn and kiss him, and hug him tightly, and he holds you as you fall asleep again in his arms. He eventually falls asleep too.

anonymous asked:

When you have the chance can you write another part to innocent Lo? If not thats okay ily -em

(I wrote this while on the road in Philadelphia? [I’m from Pennsylvania] so yeah, sorry for not posting, I kinda… couldn’t)

Title: Scientific Curiosity

Word count: 1,272

Warnings: lil bit of self deprecation but, again, mostly flufffff

Taged friends: @blog-toxicwolves @patton–here

It’d been three weeks since Logan came, in all senses of the word. And since then, things’d gotten… complicated.
Worst of all, Virgil wasn’t even sure if Logan had noticed.
Small touches turned electric, even in public settings, flushes, gentle eye contact colored their conversations. And sometimes, after a long day, Logan would venture to Virgil’s room, nuzzling himself under the covers and into the crook of Virgil’s neck, falling asleep just like that.
And no matter where they were, Virgil could always feel the flush to his cheeks when their eyes met, could feel the echo of Logan’s moans in his ears while he slept…
Generally? He just couldn’t get Logan out of his head.
Not that this was a particularly new discovery (or ‘infliction’, as Logan would correct with a twinkle to his eye), after all, the irregular drum of his heart would beat for no other, and it was a lonely tempo he’d learned to tango to, the dancing shadows his only company…
Oh, he thought, that would make a good poem.
Then, he remembered, he left his only working pen in the pocket of his hoodie.
Now if only he could find his jacket…

Meanwhile, in his own room, Logan was making his own discoveries.
A low moan echoed from his throat, muffled only slightly by biting down on the sleeve of Virgil’s jacket.
It smelled like him, Logan realized through panting breaths as the tantalizing strokes over his member grew rougher. The absurdly long sleeve of soft cloth pulled over his hand, Logan’s back arched, hips bucking into the feeling that brought him closer and closer to the edge.
Yet, after the feelings Virgil had brought forth… he just couldn’t achieve the same effect.
And no matter how informative that was about the virtues of sex, it was indescribably frustrating.
Thus, he may or may not have stolen Virgil’s hoodie to try to remedy this.

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things you said // nurseydex

a/n: took a break from my swawesome santa (also need a beta for that hmu if ur interested) to churn out some cheesy nurseydex. it……has been a rough few weeks. hope this makes some ppl smile. 6k, those Corny But Classic™ ‘things you said’ prompts.

things you said that surprised me

Don’t get Nursey wrong, he loves a good Kegster – sweaty, loud, beer spilling down the front of his shirt, the Haus practically pulsing with a mix off Holster’s iPod – but he thinks there may or may not be something to say for just hanging out in the living room with the guys, smoking weed or watching TV or just talking, piled on top of each other across the couch and happily enclosed in the trademark Haus Bubble.

It’s almost better than the rush he gets from crowdsurfing or dancing on the kitchen table, he thinks, digging his toes further beneath Dex’s legs. Dex pauses just to throw a halfhearted glare in his direction before taking a swallow of beer. 

Something at the bottom of Nursey’s stomach flutters, immediately followed by a silent, internal berating. Get it together, you weirdo.

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Imagine Sam realizing, after two years of dating, you hate the nickname he’s given you.

Sam x Reader

This is one of my all time favorite requests. Hilarious. 


There it is again. That awful nickname.

Sam hugs you from behind, wrapping his huge, warm body around yours. You don’t think he can see you when you scowl, but you’re wrong.

“What was that?” he pulls back, placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you toward him.

“What?” You ask, trying to remain nonchalant but end up sounding defensive. “What do you mean?”

“That face?” Sam furrows his brow and throws you a questioning look. He’s not buying your act.

“What? Nothing, I just…my underwear are pinching me…”  it’s possibly the worst excuse you could have used. It’s not completely untrue, but mildly embarrassing. 

Sam doesn’t skip a beat.

“Do I smell?” He’s overcome with a look of concern and sniffs at his underarm, then cups his hand to smell his own breath.

“You don’t smell Sam, stop.” You shake your head and reach up to place your palms on his chest. “You’re fine, you smell great. You always smell great”

You don’t mean to sound frustrated, but you do.

“Tell me.” Sam states matter of factly.

“God, I don’t want to have this conversation” You mutter, half to yourself and half to Sam. You sigh and look down at your hands. “It’s not a big deal. It’s 95% an overreaction on my part…”

“What?” Sam takes your hands into his, looking down into your eyes and it makes it all worse. He thinks you have a serious revelation, something life changing that you’re holding back.

“Sam stop,” you take a step back and then a breath. “I didn’t want to have to tell you this because I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I honestly thought that eventually you’d figure it out. You’re sweet and thoughtful and sensitive and always thinking about my feelings…but I hate it when you call me that.”

“What?” he tilts his head to the side, genuinely perplexed. Deep down your handsome, brave Sam is just as clueless as every other man, when it comes to women.  

“Porkchop!” You blurt out, more aggressively than intended. “You call me porkchop, Sam. No woman wants to be called porkchop.”

He clenches his mouth and looks at you strangely. “But…But I call you that because our first date, the waiter…you said you thought it was cute.”

“I thought everything you did on our first date was cute. You could have done just about anything and I would have told you I liked it….because I liked you so much. But now…I hate it.”

“You do?”

“I really, really do.”

“How long have you felt this way?” he huffs, looking at you incredulously.

“Always, Sam.”

“Wow. Well…I guess I’m not as observant as I thought.” His cheeks are flushed now, embarrassment setting it. He knows.

“Hey,” you wiggle into him, running a hand over the side of his face and through his hair. “You’ll just have to give me a new nickname, huh?”

He grins sheepishly and grabs your side, tickling you and making you twist in his arms. “It was that bad?”

“The worst,” you smile as he kisses you softly, “Lucky for you, I’ll let you make it up to me.”

Maas University: Part Two


The sun started to disappear over the brick buildings of Maas University, painting the sky pink and gold; clouds stretched out for miles. Cassian’s heart felt heavy in his chest as he and Nesta crossed the parking lot, weaving past dozens of teenagers. He didn’t want to leave; he made himself put one foot in front of the other, making way to his jeep.

Leaning against the vehicle, Cassian eyed the sunset, the sky making the red finish on the jeep darker. Crossing his ankles, Cassian’s heart squeezed inside his chest as he leaned back, his elbow resting against the hood.

Waiting beside him, Nesta’s face was imperial and closed off, her blue grey eyes bright against the setting sun; eyelashes casting shadows onto her ivory skin. Taking her hand in his, he brought it to his lips before brushing her knuckles with his thumb. Shoulders relaxing almost imperceptibly, his wife looked at him. She didn’t want to leave either.

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Cookie Talk

Originally posted by bovaria

One Shot

Summary: Based on an idea which hit me while I have the urge to make cookies but my stupid eating healthy way of living for the month won’t allow me to. While at T’Challa’s base in Wakanda you can’t help but take over the kitchen to make some cookies. Your day was hell while you trained with Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers and baking is how you deal with things.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Warning: None, fluffy as all get out.

Every muscle in your body was strained and sore and all you wanted was to take a hot shower and just relax for the night. Of course you were too wound up after the last two hours of training first with Sam and then with Steve. The two might be fun loving and full of smiles but they were both intense to train with and you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle it much longer. You were told it would be easier with time but the three of you had this training routine in past for at least a week and you were still sore and regretting agreeing to this whole situation.

Unlike many of those at the Wakanda base you weren’t some form of security, an ex-Avenger ex-military or anything else of the sort. You were studying different forms of technology and practical uses of Vibranium, the Wakanda government had gotten a hold of one of your essays on the topic and offered you a student Visa of sorts. Now T’Challa and his scientists had you assisting them as they worked on creating a new arm for James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, the former Winter Solider. Sam and Steve worried over your safety with working on such a dangerous project even though you were supposedly safe within the confines of the base.

That of course only added to your stress and urge to just let it all go and unwind, in theory that should be easy to do but in action you found it far harder to do. That was why you were currently in the large and lavish kitchen, ‘Superheroes’ by the Script was blaring over the kitchen sound system which was attached to your phone. Your hips swayed to the music and you quietly sang along while mixing another batch of homemade chocolate chip cookie mix. The sweet aroma of the pervious batch baking filled the kitchen and easily wafted down the halls along with the sound of your music echoing your presence in the kitchen.

Your sweat pants rested low on your hips and your worn Wakanda University shirt covered your upper half your bare feet tapping along to the music while you sang unware of the intimidating presence in the doorway. The smell attracting the illusive Bucky Barnes and causing him to still in the door frame as he watched you. Normally the Super Soldier avoided everyone who was currently working on the project of his new arm unless he had to be fitted or test it. These people here weren’t his friends after all, T’Challa only helping because he realized the truth and how dangerous a heart of vengeance was.

You didn’t hear Bucky clearing his throat as he tried to get your attention since the music was too loud for you hear anything sort of yelling. After all it wasn’t like you needed to be on high alert despite what Sam and Steve thought. As a hand fell on your shoulder you released an uncharacteristic scream and grabbed hold of the only weapon you had, the wisk, and hit your supposed attacker eyes squeezed shut in fear. Really you wouldn’t be so paranoid if Sam and Steve hadn’t made you feel like you should be. Your (y/c/e) hues sprang open at the startled sound which came from the unknown assailant, the widened farther as you realized exactly who it was your pale lips opening to from a small ‘o’ as the blood rushed to your face your neck and cheeks flushing as realization set in.

“I’m so sorry Bucky! Sam and Steve just have me so on edge with all this training like they think something is coming. I’m not a fighter I’m just a scientist and….I’m babbling.” Was there anything more embarrassing? Realizing you had yet to drop the wisk which as left a doughy mess across Bucky’s cheek you found yourself beginning to laugh. Maybe it wasn’t wise to laugh at the Winter Solider but he was just Bucky Barnes now or at least he was trying to be. “I’m so sorry, it’s just you have…” You motioned to his face before bursting into laughter once more and taking his hand and leading him towards the sink. You could feel tense up and hesitate as you took his hand but he gave in and followed you to the sink like a silent sentinel. Dropping his hand you reached for the roll of paper towel and dampened them before gently wiping at his face.

“I really wouldn’t have hit you with a wisk if I have known it was you.” Sincerity filled your voice since you knew the hard time Bucky was having adjusting and allowing people in.

Bucky refused to meet your eyes his soulful and sad glacier like hues were trained on the floor as you cleaned the cookie dough off his stubbed covered jaw and cheek. “I did say your name and tried to get your attention but I don’t think you could hear me.” Bucky’s voice was low and not much above a whisper so you only caught a few words, one of which being music. A silent ‘oh’ falls from your lips as it clicks into place. Tossing the paper towel you used you make quick strides over to your phone and turn the volume down so it’s just a dull hum in the background.

“I wasn’t trying to scare you, (y/n) I was just following the sweet scent.” Oh! The cookies! At his words you bound towards the oven and grab the oven mitt to take the cookie sheet from the oven. Opening the heated oven you remove the sheet and place it on the stone countertop to cool. “Cookies?” Bucky asked while eyeing the plate of cooled cookies and the sheet of fresh from the oven ones.

The rose tint to your cheeks seemed to increase, “Yeah. After training I wanted something sweet, my sweet tooth was acting up.” It was a lame excuse but you weren’t ready to admit your nervous habits especially to Bucky Barnes. Though many it would make him feel better about his own insecurities if you shared a few of your own? Dragging your lower lip between your teeth you decided to explain, “Sam and Steve mean well but I think they forget I’ve not a soldier, I’m a scientist. This is the one place I should feel safe and I just attacked you with a wisk! The only reason I even have the wisk is I can’t de-stress and baking the only thing that calms me down and…” Your voice trails off as you see Bucky eyeing the cookies again. “Do you want to share the cookies with me? I can’t eat them all.”

Bucky gave a sad and sheepish smile and in that moment reality hit you. It had probably been over seventy years since Bucky had homemade chocolate chip cookies and even that was iffy since he had grown up in the Great Depression. The much larger man grabbed one of stools which rested under the kitchen island and sat his large frame upon it his elbow or his right arm resting on the countertop as you grabbed two glasses and filled them with milk before setting one in front of him and taking a drink from the other before scrapping the cookies from the sheet and putting three of them on a plate for Bucky before finishing the cookie dough you were working on before he came in and dolloping those onto a sheet as well and sliding them into the oven.

The two of you sat in silence as you both ate the warm and gooey cookies and drinking your milk. “You don’t have to be afraid here or of me. (y/n), you’re right, you aren’t a soldier and I can try to talk Sam and Steve into backing off a little. They’re just worried about what’s going to happen if anyone realizes we’re here, Steve doesn’t want anyone caught in the crossfire. This is all because of me.” There was a miserable tone to Bucky’s voice as he ran his right hand through his hair his prosthetic arm missing since he refused to use it until he knew he was the one in control.

The sorrow in his voice broke your heart and before thinking any better you reached over and wrapped your arms around his waist in a hug your chin resting on his shoulder. “Bucky this is because of someone who was so filled with a misplaced need for revenge that he lashed out. You may have done a lot of bad things in your past but you weren’t in control of yourself and you shouldn’t be blamed or blame yourself for things you didn’t do.” For a man so strong the Super Soldier was still fragile in a lot of ways.

You were surprised that Bucky didn’t move and for a few minutes he didn’t say anything either. The two of you sat quietly your arms around Bucky as he accepted the support. “Thanks but it was because of my actions as the Winter Soldier that we’re here now. Maybe once the team finishes me arm you wouldn’t mind training with me.” Bucky’s voice was unsure as he made the offer, hesitant and afraid of rejection but you couldn’t rejected him, you liked him even if he didn’t like himself.

A small smile pulled at your lips as you slowly pulled away from him, “I’m sure that can arranged, maybe then I won’t bake so many cookies.” You couldn’t help but laugh as Bucky reached for another cookie his expression one of shock before it quickly disappeared replaced by the smallest of smiles. Maybe there was hope for the Super Soldier after all.

anonymous asked:

Tianshan watching a scary movie.

omg yes anon

“This is so stupid,” Mo Guan Shan repeated, taking another sip of his beer. He sat on He Tian’s couch–well, their couch, pretty much–with his legs thrown over the other man’s, and they were about thirty minutes into what was probably the worst scary movie Mo Guan Shan had ever seen in his life.

Even He Tian had to admit that it wasn’t great–the cheesy lighting effects, the bad acting, the awful character decisions were pretty much torture to watch. Unlike Guan Shan, however, He Tian was mostly focused on how Mo Guan Shan so close, and the whole seen felt… domestic. Oddly enough, it didn’t bother He Tian in the slightest, and he got a warm satisfaction when it seemed that Guan Shan didn’t mind, either.

He Tian parted his lips to respond when, on the screen, the cloaked “evil guy” leapt out from behind a doorway, accompanied by huge instrumental.

Mo Guan Shan jumped and swore, sloshing his beer all down the front of his shirt.

“Mother fucker–!”

Laughter bubbled in He Tian’s chest and burst out before he could help it. Mo Guan Shan sent him a glare, his face flushing as he set his beer aside.

“Shut the fuck up,” he muttered.

He Tian raised his eyes, a “make me” on the tip of his tongue, but he was silenced when Guan Shan stripped off his wet shirt. He Tian’s eyes immediately swept over the newly revealed skin, pale and familiar. 

Mo Guan Shan tossed his shirt onto the floor, and He Tian knew he was in for it. Even that made He Tian happy. Every little thing Guan Shan did that showed he was comfortable here, that showed how relaxed he’d gotten around He Tian, made his heart purr with satisfaction.

Mo Guan Shan glowered at the screen, pretending not to notice He Tian’s hungry eyes. He didn’t miss the hand on his knee, though.

“If it sucks so much,” He Tian murmured, “Then why don’t we find something more interesting to do?”

His eyebrow quirked as he leaned forward.

Mo Guan Shan glared at him and nudged his shoulder.

“You laughed at me,” he accused, “So you have to sit through this dumbass movie.” He crossed his arms and turned away, leaving no room for argument. He Tian groaned, his head falling back onto the couch as he glared at the TV.

Then Mo Guan Shan shifted a little, burying more comfortably into the couch while his toes tapped the coffee table in such an innocent way that all of He Tian’s anger was forgotten.

annoyed or jealous?

author’s note: jealous neymar, as requested. feel free to tell me what you think or check out my masterlist!

warning: smut

“Who are you texting?”

Neymar’s curious because she’s spent the past hour almost glued to her phone, laughing every time it dings with a new text notification. She hadn’t even paid much attention to the show on TV. She looks practically giddy as she responds to each message, but Neymar had just assumed it was one of her friends – like Anto or Dani, since she’s close with them.

“Leo,” she answers, her fingers typing furiously fast as she replies to another text.

Leo?” Neymar asks in surprise. “Messi?”

“Mm hm,” she hums, nodding her head but not looking up from her phone screen. “He’s so funny sometimes, you know.”

Neymar huffs out a frustrated sigh and crosses his arms over his chest, scooting down to the other end of the couch. This isn’t the first time this had happened – she’s always gotten along with Leo because they clicked the moment Neymar introduced them. And while Neymar is glad that she gets along with his friends so well, he’s also annoyed – well, no, not annoyed.

He’s jealous.

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WARNINGS: language and fluff?????? 

AUTHOR’S NOTE: another request! and thank you, anon. i’ve got to say “spider in your hair” has been my fave one yet that ive written… along with this one!!! i enjoyed writing this so much and so i hope you enjoy reading it!

You shakily stood up from the toilet, pregnancy test in hand. You flushed the toilet and set the stick on the bathroom sink. You were currently home alone and you had started to become quite curious. You were a couple of weeks late but you were currently stressed with work which could also throw off your period. It had happened to you before. 

The three minutes you had to wait for felt like an eternity. You just wanted to know. Could it be? Could it be that you were actually carrying a small human being inside of you? 

Three minutes finally passed and you were so nervous to see the result. You peered over the stick and there it was; two lines confirming that you were indeed pregnant. 

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