I RARELY get upset with an episode. I’ll defend the majority of them to the end but 12x21 was HORRIFIC writing with ABSOLUTE NO CREATIVITY or compassion for the characters that the better writers of the show created.
Supernatural is better than this and deserves more than this. Bucklemming have no concept of what Supernatural is about. This was an absolute disgrace to the cast, crew, and the other writers, like the ones who have to clean up the bullshit of a mess that these two create in the first place.
I’m sure Robert Singer is gonna get shit AGAIN at the conventions for this episode and Andrew Dabb is going to get shit at SDCC and frankly, I hope they curl up in a corner for it.
Where’s Robbie Thompson, where’s Jeremy Carver, where’s Eric Kripke?!
“20 and 18 with Buck please” requested by anonymous 468 words. Both song are linked in the fic.
“I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you." "Shhhh. This is my favorite part."
It was Saturday morning and Bucky was making pancakes for the pair
of you. You were sitting at the kitchen table, playing with your phone,
throwing occasional glances at your boyfriend. He flipped a pancake and
turned to you. His blue eyes were shining in the morning light, his messy bed
hair made him look imperfectly perfect.
“I love you, baby doll.”
He looked so genuinely happy your heart swelled with pride.
You were the reason behind his eye-crinkling smile and that thought warmed you
He turned back to the stove all the while humming a song
from the 40s. He sang it all the time, it was about a man who finally met the
girl of his dreams. You put your elbow on the table, resting your cheek in your
palm as you looked at him in awe.
Request: A Poe request for you: on the odd quiet night, in the wee hours, drinking games are played among pilots and mechanics. Someone starts handing out “truth or dare” styled challenges (whether that’s a game that exists for them or not is up to you). Tipsy and overly-honest first kisses ensue.
A/N: Ugh I loved this. I would love to write more Poe <3
I opened the hatch of the X-Wing and sucked in a deep breath of fresh air, expelling the stale cockpit air from my lungs. Despite having landed more than a full five minutes ago, my nerves were still tingling, a childish grin plastered on my face. It was always amazing to me how that feeling never changed…I must have flown a thousand flights since I’d first started flying, over a decade ago, and that feeling of adrenaline never grew old. I hoped it never would.
I carefully climbed over the side of the cockpit and dropped to the ground, landing on my feet. I could feel my hair sticking beneath my helmet and pulled it off, running a hand through my tangled locks.
Summary: the whole team is surprised to find out you’re still a virgin, and the news seems to make you more allegeable to some of the men around the compound. Bucky is no less surprised than the rest of the team, and finds it even harder to keep his eyes off you as he nurses a secret of his own, which he feels obliged to reveal to you after an incident in the training room.
Sorry if this seems like another unexpected finale, but when I finished the chapter, I realised that I had nothing left to add to this story :) hope you all enjoyed it! xx
‘Buck?’ Steve knocked on the door of his bedroom. Bucky was half asleep in your arms, his head resting on your chest. The tears had stopped, but you weren’t able to convince him that he wasn’t going to lose Steve over something like this. The Captain went through hell and back for him, in comparison to everything that happened to the two super soldiers, this was nothing but a little white lie.
Congrats on the milestone!! For a prompt how about something silly like pidge taking shiro on an exploration of the castle's ventilation system for some reason except shiro gets stuck cause he's so much bigger
“In my defense, you really did fit through most of the vents, just like I said you would.”
“Yes, but I’m stuck now.” Shiro knew he sounded whiny. He didn’t care. He wiggled his body as much as he could, but his shoulders were still jammed firmly into what was supposed to be an opening. Well, it didn’t count as an opening if it wasn’t open, which it wasn’t, because Shiro was jammed into it like a cork in a bottle.
Yeah, even his thoughts were whiny.
Pidge’s face contorted as she struggled not to laugh. She had flipped herself to face backward in the passage ahead and was tugging on Shiro’s shoulders, trying to free him while he pushed with his legs from behind. It wasn’t working. She didn’t have the right leverage, and with his arms trapped at his sides, he couldn’t get any kind of momentum.
They struggled for a few moments, grunting with effort, then both gave up at the same moment, going limp. The vent was getting too hot with both of them in there. And with Shiro blocking the passage of air.
“I could get Coran,” Pidge offered again. She had first suggested that option ten minutes ago, when Shiro had thought he might still have a chance to get out on his own. Now, he wasn’t so sure.
“Does it have to be Coran?” Shiro asked, weary just at the thought. “He’ll be all…cheerful about it. And he’ll pat my head and call me ‘little paladin,’ the way he does every time I get myself in trouble. I hate that.”
Pidge chewed her lip, but the corners of her mouth still curled in an irrepressible smile. “The only other option would be Hunk, and he would get even more stuck than you.”
Shiro blew out a huge, enormous sigh and gave up. “Fine,” he grumbled. “Get Coran.”
Quiznak, he was never gonna live this down. He was never going to let Pidge talk him into helping her with a prank on Keith and Lance again.
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Jack was fast, you know that, hell, everyone knew that. Either due to his training, his Indiana farm roots, or the chemicals they managed to pump into him, Jack was quick on his feet with a body that wouldn’t quit. Despite this, the poor man was tormented for these skills with the most embarrassing of labels; dad reflexes. Jack would always deny that he was a dad by nature though he let it slip out once in a while around Lúcio or Hana. After all the denial though, you knew Jack really did care for his fellow agents including you, just a simple support. It even got to the point where it seemed he cared about you in a deeper way and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel those feelings as well. It was these thoughts that were swirling in your mind as you were currently cleaning your utensils, getting ready for your next patient but the slam of the door made you jump. Turning around instantly, you spotted the man on your mind, arm around his middle, getting a bit of blood on the floor.
“Ja-ack?” you stuttered, getting over your spooked moment, “How are you?” “I’m fine,” Jack sighed as he took a seat, taking off his visor and relaxing a little as you moved his arm to reveal a big of a big wound on his stomach, “Just a small wound.”
“Tsk, tsk,” you scolded, knowing it wasn’t just a small wound but you’ve seen this too many times from him that it practically numbed you, “Always getting hurt.”
Turning your heal to get some bandages as well as the utensils for stitches, your ditzy mind forgot about the blood on the floor as you stepped in one of the small puddles and lost traction. “SHIIII-”
Anticipating your crash to the floor, you felt yourself stopped before that happened, looking up to see that Jack stopped you in the nick of time. “Jack-k? I’m-m sorry,” you start to apologize though you couldn’t help but like the moment, your cheeks turning rosy red.
“Don’t worry about it, kiddo,” Jack hummed, giving you a week smile as a similar shade lined his face before he grunted deeply, his quick action and pressure on his gut agitating his wound, “(y-y/n)?”
“Yes?” you looked blankly before you realized, biting your lip as you got out of his arms, “Oh, sorry!”
Despite the blunder, you managed to fix up the super soldier without any other incident. Jack was quiet during that time, looking lost in thought as he bit his lip for a moment before you snapped him out of it.
“Jack?” you snapped your fingers in front of him.
“Dinner?” Jack asked, looking a little confused before he managed to collect his thoughts, “I’m sorry… would you like to have dinner with me?”
“I- sure,” you answered, rather flustered now, “But only after your wound heals.”
“Deal,” Jack chuckled, willing to endure so he could have a decent time with you that didn’t involve him getting hurt… yet.
But you decided to take fate into your own hands, well for the most part. It seemed you got into more accidents with Jack right around the corner, always there to save you like some clumsy protective knight. Yet the man was no fool, seeing that these tri[s and slips seemed more on purpose than accident now. But he guessed that’s what falling in love was all about, dad joke intended. And speaking of dad, he was soon going to be one after years of flirting, dating, and finally getting married to you, part of the American dream he was lucky to have and now he was getting another piece to that dream as he was taking a walk with you, well it was more like hovering over you, back to your room, laundry in hand.
“Jack, I’m alright,” you mumbled as you bit your lip, a hand on your bulging middle as you tried to calm the bouncing child inside as you carried the basket with your free arm.
“You can’t be too careful,” Jack mumbled, trying not to sound worried but he totally was, “You’re carrying precious cargo.”
“I know I am,” you sighed, gently smiling at him, “Believe me, I know.”
“And a man has to protect his girl,” Jack stated proudly, returning the smile. A perfectly placed kick from your unborn child managed to hit the basket, kicking a sock out and with your clumsy curse, you managed to step on it and lose traction.
“AHHH-” You were ready to fall, trying to move onto your back to protect your kid when you stopped suddenly, clothes all over the floor as you looked up, seeing that Jack managed to catch you in the nick of time. He managed to shuffle into a squat, one hand on your upper back, the other on your lower back.
“And I guess he has to protect his child too?” you couldn’t help but chuckle, heart racing as you tried to calm it down as not to stress the baby
. “Especially from their klutz of a mother,” he mused though his voiced seemed a little strained. “Jaaaaack,” you whined, playing the emotionally sensitive card a little too much, especially with his teasing.
“But I still love you,” he mused, kissing your cheek as he would always love his girl, no matter what.
“Oh, Jack, that’s so-” You were cut short as you noticed Jack whimper a little, furrowing your brow as he was straining to keep you the way you were now, tremors shooting from his tense muscles to your bloated body.
“M-my kn-nee-es,” he barely managed to grumble before he laid you down rather quickly, only to fall onto his side and rub the pained area. At least you weren’t alone on the floor anymore, giggling as you figured you could enjoy your time here as you pecked his cheek to help ease his pain. Especially since it would take forever to get you back up on your feet again. At least the laundry was warm…
“I’ve got you in my sights,” Jack mumbled in his serious commander voice as he was watching his daughter, (d/n) dancing around in a silly pink tutu, trying to show her dad what she learned in daycare. Despite Jack’s hard demeanor, he was proud of his little girl, seeing her grow up was making the old man soft and even giving him some hope in the world, especially when it gave him you and you gave him this little angel. (d/n) had her father’s blue eyes though sharper as compared to his weathered eyes and she was rather stubborn as well, especially during naptime. She got her nice (h/c) locks and beautiful looks and you hoped- no you prayed that she didn’t get your curse; your clumsiness.
“Oh please, she’s just fine,” You retorted in a hushed tone, curled up nest to your husband, watching the little show as you bit your lip, worried as you wonder even your curse would strike your child.
“I can’t help it,” he snickered, sensing your fear as he kissed your lips for a brief moment, “It’s my dad sense.”
“Well dad sense or not, our kid is gonna be alright,” you scoffed, knowing he’d always pull out the dad jokes card whenever he liked. Out of the corner of your eye though, you spotted that (d/n) managed to stumble over her wonky steps and was about to fall, potentially hurting that darling face or head. You knew what you had to do as you prevented her hit to the carpet, swooping her up into you arms with lighting quick reflexes.
“Are you alright, sweetie?” you asked her as you pecked her temple, worry deep in your (e/c) orbs.
“Again! Again!” the tot squealed, smiling wide as she bounced up and down in your arms.
“Only if your dad reflexes can catch up,” you chided, looking over your shoulder at him with a wide smirk on your face.
Jack got up, slowly clapping for you as he lightly nuzzled your cheek with his scruff. “You gave her your clumsiness in the first place.”
“Hehehe,” you laughed before you handed (d/n) off to Jack, mumbling into his ear, “I guess that’s not more ‘dirty dancing’ for the rest of the week.”
Jack was a blushing mess now as he looked at his daughter, hoping she didn’t hear that but a child’s ears are always open and absorb everything. His pulse quickened and blood got cold when his fears came true.
“What’s dirty dancing, daddy?” asked (d/n), too innocent and pure for this world questioning about the worse thing she could ask at such an age.
Queue Jack stumbling through an B-Sed answer of seeds and a farmer, red in the face and hoping this quick skills could get him out this situation… hopefully.
I wrote a thing. Thanks to the people on the discord chat for the help (especially withthe title). My first ever fanfic (that ive put on the internet that is)
Anxiety quickly awoke at the loud crash of thunder and then heard the much quieter sound of Prince crying.
“Ro, are you okay?”
Prince shook his head. He was curled up in the corner of the room shaking with fear.
Anxiety got out of their bed and slowly moved towards him, gently reassuring him.
“Love, its gonna be okay. I know it doesn’t feel like it now, but it’ll be okay”
Prince reached out towards Anxiety, needing to know that he was safe, that anx was there for him. Anxiety knew what to do. He’d had to calm himself down from several anxiety attacks before and this was just like that. But not really.
“What do you need love?”
The only response was the thunder outside and Roman grabbing tighter on Anxietys wrist.
“Can I hold you?”
This time the royal whispered out a small “yes.”
Anxiety pulled the other towards him, so that Prince was on his lap with his head resting against Anxietys chest.
“Now, I know this is gonna be hard, but I just want you to focus on my breathing. Okay. And then I want you to try and breathe at the same time as me okay?”
Prince gently nodded and tried to, but with each thunderclap he broke down again.
“Okay, its okay. Now I’m going to,” he paused was he really going to. It will help Ro he thought to himself so i will. “I’m going to sing and what I want you to do is just focus on my voice okay. But still try with the breathing as well please love.”
Anxiety began to gently sing, his voice slightly shaky at first but he kept going, he had to. For his Prince. Prince slowly relaxed at the sound of Anxiety singing. He was singing one of Princes favourite songs - disney of course - in the most gentle voice ever. Soft, nice, distracting, soothing. Prince was slowly relaxin more and more until Anxiety realised that he’d fallen asleep. He didn’t dare move in case Prince woke and broke down again, as the storm was still raging on outside. He gently ran his fingers through the others hair, it was soft and it soothed Anxiety. He relaxed, Prince was fine and everything was fine and it was all going to be okay. Anxiety fell into a gentle sleep, one hand still in Romans hair.
Prince woke up. He had no idea where he was and he had a very slight headache. As he tried to move he realised that Anxiety was holding him. One hand was round his waist and one hand was in his hair. Prince reached up to kiss Anxietys cheek very gently and whispered “Wake up sweetheart, its morning.”
Anxiety grunted in response.
“Thats not a proper awnser.”
“S too urly.”
“Well at least lets get into bed.”
They clambered into the bed and Anxiety snuggled into Princes chest.
Anxiety didnt reply to that, he just tried to snuggle closer to Prince.
“Well then, sleep tight.”
Bucky groaned in pain as he slowly peeled his eyes open. His
temples throbbed from the alcohol he had consumed the night before, but there
was something else. He pressed his hand to the side of his head and winced in
pain when he felt a tender lump.
Memories of the previous night rushed back to him and he
became very aware that he was lying on the cold kitchen floor.
“What the-” He saw you sitting on the threshold of the
kitchen. You were hugging your knees to your chest, arms wrapped around your
legs. He tried to sit up, but his body refused to cooperate.
“You fainted.” You explained in a monotonous voice. “I
walked through the table and you fainted.”
Carefully, he threw a glance your way. You looked completely
unfazed by the night’s events. Your eyes were cast on the floor, the expression
on your face was a mixture of fear and confusion as you worried your bottom lip
between your teeth.
I hear a familiar sound outside so I exit the Med-Jack hut, my working space, and head towards the box. The boys are running past me to get to the box as soon as possible so they can see the new greenie.
“Hey Y/N.” I hear a familiar voice next to me and I turn my head to the right.
“Hey Newt, what’s up?” I smile at one of my best friends.
“Nothing much. What do you think, what’s new greenie going to be like?” He asks.
“I bet in the chocolate he’s gonna run away from us.” I say and Newt grins.
“I bet he’s gonna be so scared that he’ll be curled up in the corner.” Newt replies and I smirk.
“It’s on.” We shake hands with grins on our faces. Minho, my other best friend, opens the box and the greenie get’s out scared and suddenly just as I predicted he starts to run. Everyone starts laughing and I look at Newt grinning.
“Dang it, there goes my chocolate.” He says smiling slightly.
“Ah don’t worry, we share everything anyways.” I say and Newt mirrors my smile. I jump down in the box and look for my box and boxes with medical supplies in it. I find them and pick up the two of them.
“Here let me help you.” The voice of my third best friend and my secret crush says just before he takes both boxes of my hands.
“Thomas you really don’t have to, I’ve got it.” I say and he smiles.
“Nonsense, I want to.” He says and I smile back. He helps me to carry my boxes and I thank him for the help before he leaves to unpack his own.
I talk with Newt as he works in the garden, I know he loves company while he’s working so I love to stop by when I don’t have anything to do.
“So what’s up between you and Thomas?” Newt mentions and I blush immediately, he’s the only person who knows about my crush on Thomas.
“Nothing. He only sees me as a best friend and that’s it.” I say rubbing my arm, something I often do when I’m uncomfortable or nervous.
“You must be blind. He’s head over heels for you, he always tries to get your attention and to be near you.” Newt says and I furrow my eyebrows.
“Really?” Normally I wouldn’t believe it but Newt has no reason to lie to me.
“Really Y/N.” He says back and I lean on the tree thinking about it. Maybe he’s right. Thomas really is around me quiet often, I hope Newt is right about this.
“Hey you two.” Thomas’ voice brings me back to reality and I look to my left to see him coming towards us with Minho. I smile in response and Thomas stretches his arms out towards me.
“No, don’t you dare.” I say backing away. He just came from the maze which means he’s all sweaty. I see a spark of mischief in his eyes which can only mean one thing, there’s no way I’m getting out of this one.
“Ooh Newt look at our babies.” Minho says and in that exact moment Thomas wraps his arms around me tightly.
“Eww Tommy!” I yell but I can’t help but laugh with everyone else.
“That’s just how he shows you that he loves you.” Minho teases and I look down at the ground blushing, missing the glare Thomas shot at Minho.
“I’ll go take a shower and then I’ll come back.” Brown haired boy says unwrapping his arms around me and I nod with a smile.
“Yeah I’m going too.” Minho says and two runners leave. I turn back to Newt to see him looking at me with a knowing grin.
“Oh shut up.” I say crossing arms and leaning back on the tree, but grin still breaks on my face.
After 15 minutes I see Thomas coming back looking handsome as always. He picks a shovel on his way and spin it around like some kind of ninja.
“Y/N look what I can do.” He says and continues goofing with a shovel. I roll my eyes with a smile. Then he drops the shovel because he cut his leg and I sigh shaking my head.
“I’ll go get a bandage.” I say leaving towards the Med-Jack hut. I come back with a wet cloth and a bandage.
“I looked like a total idiot, didn’t I?” He sighs as I kneel in front of him.
“Just a little.” I smile softly and he returns it. I clean his cut and wrap the bandage around it, “Thank God it’s not deep, Minho would kill you if you weren’t able to run.”
“Yeah.” He chuckles and I look at him, I already know that I have that lovestruck face on but I don’t care. I’m in love with his perfect smile, with his shining brown eyes, his messy brown hair, his laugh, his bravery and protective side. I’m in love with him, the boy in front of me. He looks back at me and I notice a spark in his eyes, we stare at each other lovingly. We even start to lean in before a loud voice cuts us off.
“Y/N we need you!” Clint yells and I jump away from Thomas. I look towards the direction I heard the voice and see Jeff and Clint holding a guy with a huge gap in his arm. My eyes widen and I quickly pick all my stuff up.
“Have to go.” I quickly mumble to Thomas and he nods understanding and I run to the hut.
After Thomas and I almost kissed we actually haven’t spoke that much. Many glances were shared between us but almost zero words. Newt keep pushing me to talk to him but I just can’t.
“Y/N for the love of God just talk to him. You almost kissed right in front of my eyes and now you don’t even talk. Go run to him kiss him, hug him, tell him you love him or just talk to him!” Newt waves his hands around trying to explain it to me and I sigh.
“If he wanted to talk he would come to me.” I say stubbornly and the blond groans.
“You have nothing to be afraid of, he loves you back. Talk to him.” Newt rubs my back and I nod.
“Okay.” I say and Newt kisses my temple and leaves to work. I think about it and realize that I really missed him these days. I really missed Thomas’ laugh, smile, arms wrapped around me, his teasing and jokes..I missed him terribly.
“Why are you so stupid shank? Talk to her, you’ll just break her heart if you continue this way. Tell her you love her.” Minho tells me as we are running in the maze and I stop, taking deep breaths.
“What if I screw up everything? Nothing’s ever going to be same, she’ll hate me.” I say and Minho rolls his eyes.
“Thomas listen to me. You almost kissed, are you stupid that you can’t figure out that she loves you too. She always looks at you when you’re not paying attention, in the same way you look at her, she’s always there to look out for you even if you won’t admit it. She. Loves. You.” Minho says stepping in front of me and my eyes widen. He’s right, but even if he’s not I can’t keep it in myself anymore. I missed her like crazy these few days, I need to find her. Now. I turn around and start running towards the Glade as fast as I can.
~Third’s person pov~
“Thomas wait!” Minho is heard from the maze. Y/N turns around and sees Thomas running out from the maze, towards her. She drops the bandages she was holding and starts running towards Thomas. They crash against each other and kiss passionately, pouring all unspoken words into that kiss. They pull away still wrapped in each others arms.
“I love you.” They say at the same time making grins to appear on both of their faces. Minho and Newt stand aside watching them with huge smiles on their faces, both of them thinking one thing: finally.
“Be mine.” Thomas says, his eyes glowing.
“I was always yours.” Y/N retorts softly and they kiss again, never feeling happier.
“Hey Thomas?” Y/N suddenly says breaking apart and Thomas hums in response, “You need to take a shower.” She says grinning and starting to run away from him.
“Oh get back here.” Thomas grins chasing her. The Glade just got the cutest and goofiest couple.
Summary: Peter gets hurt really badly fighting and comes to you for help.
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Warnings: Swearing :-)
A/N: I’m really lacking in writing and I’m sorry about that. I’m stuck on writing something someone suggested and I’m a mess. If anyone has anything to request please do. I also saw Homecoming which was super duper good. Also, Peter in the movie is much younger than I thought so I didn’t wanna write a full smut but he is a teenager and you know how that is. Hormones exist :-) As always, you can alwaysrequestor read more here in my masterlist. -Much love, Hannah xo
"people are fragile things, you should know by now. be careful what you put them through" it can go both ways! bc victor can be as fragile as our dear yuuri.
Yuuri has been called “the figure skater with
the world’s biggest glass heart” for as long as he remembers himself being in
the competitive world of skating. The nickname stuck far too easily, clung onto
his name like cyanoacrylate to skin, and led him into believing that he was
weak, never good enough, vulnerable.
And he was, he is. He may not be weak in the
same way that he thought he was before Viktor came into his life, but he knows that he’s vulnerable. His heart is
still made of glass, for all that it is flesh and blood in his chest, and it
continues to beat its staccato rhythm whenever he cries and struggles to
breathe through hiccupping inhales.
He is vulnerable, and he accepts that.
But, perhaps, he is not as fragile as he
thought he was. Looking at Viktor now, with dismay in his eyes and tremors
running through his graceful hands, Yuuri has to wonder:
Who is more fragile, really? The one whose
heart is open to vulnerability, or the one whose heart has been closed for so
long that any attempts at prying it open have only lead to an outpouring of
“I’m sorry,” he
says, struggling to meet Viktor’s gaze as tears start to brim in those beautiful,
ocean-blue eyes. “Viktor, I thought- I didn’t think you were serious.”
think that,” Viktor retorts, voice surprisingly steady despite the tears already
running down his cheeks. Unfair,
Yuuri thinks, that he can still be so
beautiful even when he cries. Unfair, unfair, unfair, that he can still look
composed even in his moments of weakness.
“You always misconstrue
my intentions, over and over,” Viktor says, lips trembling for the slightest of
moments as he glares at Yuuri through wet, curling lashes. “Am I so
untrustworthy that you wouldn’t believe my promise of marriage after you won
make outlandish promises that you forget to keep,” Yuuri argues, remembering
Yurio, remembering Viktor in his family’s onsen
saying “I’ll make you win the Grand Prix
Final!”, remembering his promise to stay on as Yuuri’s coach despite going
back into competitive skating himself. “And you talked about it so casually
that I didn’t know what to believe!”
“What else is
there to believe other than my love for you?” Viktor asks, and Yuuri feels his
face heat at his unabashed honesty. To be so sure of a feeling, something
intangible and fleeting in ephemeral words- Yuuri doesn’t understand how Viktor
does it. He doesn’t understand how Viktor feels himself free enough, confident
enough, sure enough to say such
things to Yuuri’s face without feeling the doubt and nervousness constantly
niggling at the back of his mind. Viktor even goes so far as to add, already wiping
(gently) at the tears in his eyes, “What else is there to believe other than my
promise to stay by your side for as long you want me, Yuuri? What more must I
“I’m sorry,” he repeats, and Viktor (somehow) glares a little harder.
“That’s not what I want to hear,” Viktor
grumbles, sounding a little less angry as he does sound petulant.
Yuuri breathes, feeling something in his
chest loosen at the wrinkle on the bridge of Viktor’s nose and the pout playing
on his lips. “What, then?” he asks. “What do you want me to say?”
Viktor says, sure and firm in the tone of his
voice, “Take it back.”
Yuuri wrinkles his own nose in confusion at
the determined gleam in Viktor’s eyes. “Take what back?”
“You, saying that you thought our engagement
was a joke. Tell me that you still want to marry me, lyubov moya,” Viktor says, and to anyone else who doesn’t know him,
to anyone else who still genuinely believes that Viktor is a playboy merely
because of his media persona, he would look calm and certain and a perfect
picture of poise.
But Yuuri can see the tremble in his lips,
the minute twitch of his clenched fists, and the way he swallows and looks up
at Yuuri like he has all that Viktor has ever wanted from the universe. Yuuri
sees all of this, and he knows:
Viktor is shaky, unsure, and all because
Yuuri has made him to be.
“Of course I want to marry you,” he says,
failing to hide a smile when Viktor’s shoulders visibly slump in relief at his
confirmation. “Viktor, I’ve loved you for probably longer than I can count.
Watching you made me fall in love with skating and, I think,” he pauses to
swallow through his dry throat, hand reaching out to cover Viktor’s own as it
rests on his lap, “it was what got me this far. You’ve always been an
inspiration to me, and so much more.”
“You inspire me too, solnishko, more than you know,” Viktor says, smile returning bright
and warm on his face as he turns his hand to raise Yuuri’s own, all just to
press a kiss to his ring-adorned finger. “And it would give me the greatest joy
if you were to marry me.”
Yuuri laughs, because the formality present
in Viktor’s words is so unusual that he can’t help himself. “I already said
that I wanted to marry you, didn’t I?” he teases, before bursting into laughter
when Viktor jumps up to tickle him down into the couch. “V-Viktor, no!” he
squeaks, struggling but not quite under Viktor’s weight as he wiggles fingers
into the soft flesh of Yuuri’s sides.
Viktor says once he’s stopped, propping himself up by the elbows while lying
over Yuuri as though he were a human blanket (and what an effective one he was,
being able to soothe away Russia’s cold). His smile is so sweet, so
affectionate, that Yuuri can’t help from smiling fondly back despite the
heaving breath of his lungs. “Yuuri, I don’t think any man or human being could
ever feel as happy as I do now, being able to have you like this.”
“Oh, I doubt that,” Yuuri says, smile curling
at the corners of his lips as he cocks an eyebrow up at Viktor. Viktor almost
looks concerned, probably confused as to what Yuuri means, until he says, “You
still have me to compete with, after all.”
Viktor’s smile softens at that, ocean-blue
eyes going warm as he leans in to press their foreheads together. With eyes falling
shut, he says,
Warning: A short drabble from the drabble request game I’ve been doing. Reader x Jin, a little angsty with some kissing and shirtlessness but that’s about it. If you’re too young don’t read.
It never failed to amaze you how calm you felt when you shared a bed with him. The way his soft arms wrapped around you, his body a pillow of comfort sheltering you from the reality of your life. When exactly you’d figured out he was the cure to your insomnia you couldn’t remember - probably one of the nights your fallen beside him, half drunk and tired from being fucked over by the fate your misfortunes kept bringing you.
But for some reason, Seokjin provided you with something different. The way his hands cradled your face so delicately, voice a low mumble as he acted like the tiniest whisper of his breath would shatter it. The way his lips quivered to capture the words of discomfort that were struggling to escape, not wanting the dead arm you were laying your head on to cause you to have to move. The way how, when he thought you’d fallen asleep before him for the first time in the entirety of your friendship, he’d gently pressed those same quivering lips against your forehead and whispered three simple words that had changed your perspective of him forever.
He’d never pushed it. He’d never discussed it with you before. He’d left his secret confession right there - in the fleeting moment of his plush mouth muted softly against your very own flesh - and you’d let him. But lately you could feel the pull of attraction yourself. The lonely nights felt lonelier, and the nights when you were with him were a justification for you to stay awake; to remember every single second you were in his arms and commit them to memory, despite the ease with which his arms now lulled you to sleep.
‘What do vampires drink when they wake up?,’ He questions, arms still tight around you as the first shake of his body indicated he was already trying to stifle a laugh. You don’t try to answer, your lack of enthusiasm only causing his silent giggles to become more pronounced, the high pitched hacks bubbling from within him. ‘Ko-pi… Get it? Coffee?’ His sentence is punctuated by his own burst of laughter, arms slacking their grip on you.
‘No.’ You reply flatly.
‘Because… nose in Korean in ko, and blood is pi… so nosebleed… it’s kopi, but that’s also the word for… well… coffee.’ He laughs again, his whole face crinkling in a wide smile that reaches his eyes and causes them to crease closed.
‘I get it now.,’ Your voice remains flat and toneless. ‘It just isn’t that funny.’
‘Oh come on…,’ He affords himself one more chuckle before he stops, his eyes searching your face as his hands come to squeeze against you in a tight hug. ‘You love my jokes - you’re literally the only person that laughs at them, what’s up?’
‘I don’t know. I’m just… I’m not feeling all that good.,’ You shrug into his arms. ‘I’ve got a lot on my mind.’
‘That’s what your best friend is for, huh? Tell me.’ He punctuates his sentence with a quick squeeze of you in his arms.
‘I’d rather not talk about it.,’ You shrug, pushing yourself to create distance between you and him. ‘Actually, I think I might go home. You seem like you’re in a good mood. I don’t want to bring you down with my negativity. I always do that, it’s not fair.’ You start to get up, sitting up to make your way out of the bed, but Jin’s arm reaches out, snagging your wrist in protest.
‘Y/n, calm down… Please don’t go.,’ His face twists into an irresistible beg, his mouth pouting slightly in confusion. ‘If you’re mad at me, tell me? I’ll make it up, I promise.’ Guilt floods through you as his worry registers, hitting your chest heavily.
‘No… No, it’s not like that Jin.,’ You answer quickly, trying to appease him. ‘It’s nothing you’ve done. It’s just… it’s me.’
‘Then stay. You can be tired and grumpy right here in bed.,’ His arm reaches out again, rubbing lightly against your own. ‘I won’t push it or annoy you, I promise. And when you wake up, breakfast will be ready.’
‘What about coffee?’ You raise an eyebrow, surveying him.
‘Of course. Not even the mixed tube kind… real, brewed coffee.’ He grins at his own promise, the curl of his lips causing your heart to flutter. Without having to think twice, you allow your head to nod shortly, body starting to sink back towards him.
‘You know I can’t say no to coffee. If you throw in pancakes, we have a deal.’
‘Wait…,’ He sits himself up, voice deep with the sleep he was allowing to creep into it. ‘It’s getting hot with you laying on me… I’m gonna take my jumper off.’
His hands reach down, palms tucking around the corners of his sweater to pull it over his head. You watch his wide shoulders flex beneath the fabric, muscles twitching as they stretched forward. Your breath catches quietly as he draws it above his head, the black fabric of his t shirt underneath snagging and raising to expose his well sculpted stomach. You’d slept with a few men - more than you cared to admit to yourself - but as your eyes were met with the sight of his physique for the first time in your friendship, you were shocked at the taught skin stretching over his hidden muscle, hip bones denting his exercised frame.
‘Jesus…’ The word escapes you in a quiet breath, Seokjin’s head popping out from the thick fabric of his jumper as his head lolls back, the thick bands in his neck arching to support it and adam’s apple bobbing with a soft swallow. His face flicked up, oblivious smile smiling back at you as he tossed the recently removed garment to the floor.
‘You sure you’re alri…’ He doesn’t get to finish his sentence, because before he can you’ve snapped, the invitation of his exposure - intentional or not - too much for you to ignore the chemistry anymore. You reach forward, head following and body shifting closer to him to stifle his words mid sentence as your eyes lock.
‘Can I kiss you?’ Your four word request is all it takes for him to close the distance, that strong neck that arched so perfectly becoming the resting place of your hands as your fingers roam his delicate throat. His lips cushion against yours, the smoothness puckering before his tongue pushes through, the taste of his minty toothpaste still present, delicate and faint. Caressing warmth and wetness into you, you press against him more, hands sliding down his throat to coax over the hardened muscle he had exposed to you.
Quickly, abruptly, he pulls back, eyes searching yours for some kind of reassurance, pupils wide and cheeks flushed slightly with his own embarrassment.
‘Y/n…,’ He struggles with his words, confusion laced around your name. You answer with another kiss, stretching against him as your hand rushes over his chest, dragging the material in a grouped lump up his body. ‘Whoa… whoa.’ His hand grabs yours to slow you, pulling the material back down to cover his hips.
‘Come on…’ You pressure, palm lowering down to play against the elastic waistband of his low slung sweatpants.
‘No.,’ He’s firm in tone and action, body shifting away, rising to sit up and break the contact of your hand on his t shirt. ‘I’m not doing this. I’m not doing us… not like this.’ Authoritatively, he makes to move off the bed, hesitating only as your hand grasps his arm in protest.
‘Jin, wait.,’ Your eyes meet his, pathetic pools of regret reflected against the wetness of his own. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I just… I’m awkward. I like you. I really like you, and I don’t know how to tell you any other way.’
‘You just did Y/n…,’ His lips curve into a small smile, body hovering in it’s half-off-the-bed position. ‘That’s all you needed to tell me. That’s all I needed to know.’ His hands come to cup your face, a delicate stroke of his thumbs across your cheek.
‘I thought… I thought you’d want this.’
‘I do.,’ He nods, lips following his hands to kiss speckled dots of passion against your jaw, shifting down your throat. ‘I just needed to know that you wanted it too.’
Steve Rogers/Captain America - I'm Sorry I Never Told You - Part 11
Series Summary: Being an Avenger is the most challenging thing you’ve ever done, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. You’re in a relationship with Steve and that’s something you never thought you’d have, you never imagined being so lucky as to have someone like him. However, there is something that you haven’t told him or the others. A secret that you’ve fought to keep hidden. What happens when you have no choice but to tell Steve and the rest of the team your biggest secret?
Part Summary: You and Steve get devastating news about Jeremy going missing. Meanwhile, Jeremy gets to interact with the man who calls himself his father. You, Steve, and Peter are worried sick about Jeremy’s well being. Amanda, Chris’ girlfriend, learns an awful truth and has to think fast as not to get Jeremy or herself harmed by Chris. The BAU gets a lead on Chris and Derek has something to tell the group.
Pairings: Steve x Fem!Reader, Fem!Reader x Jeremy x Peter x Steve, Fem!Reader x Avengers, Fem!Reader x BAU
Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers, Jeremy Grant Rogers, Peter Parker, Christopher Jenkins (OMC), Tony Stark, Amanda Clarke (OFC), Penelope Garcia, Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer “JJ” Jareau, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Spencer Reid, Danny Smith (OMC), Derek Morgan, William LaMontagne. May Parker, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Vision, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, James “Rhodey” Rhodes, T'Challa, Scott Lang, Joy Struthers, Jack Hotchner, Henry LaMontagne, Michael LaMontagne (Briefly mentioned)
Warnings: Angst, swearing, brief mentions of past abuse, Christopher being a dick
A/N: A huge thank you to @mo320 for being my beta and helping me out with putting this part together and for helping with the part summary. You’re awesome!
Adding to my ‘Shadow slowly turning into a full Black Arm’ thing..
Imagine, while Tails is busy working on the cure, Shadow’s locked up in a prison chamber thingy that sucks up some of his Chaos Energy - just enough that he can’t easily blast his way out whenever he wants - he usually sits curled up in one of the back corners.
One day, Sonic and Rouge are hanging out just outside trying to tell him everything’s gonna be OK, but he’s just like “No. I’m going to kill everyone. No matter what you do.” they try to argue when suddenly he slams his face against the triple-reinforced glass window, pupils slitted, corneas yellowed, and with a giant sadistic grin on his muzzle, he goes into detail about how he’s gonna kill them in the slowest most painful ways imaginable and revel in their screams of agony.
Soon he snaps out of it, scootches back into his corner and quickly turns into a sobbing mess while Sonic and Rouge just sit there helplessly.
fic about Belle, Snow White, Aladdin or Jasmine being accidentally deaged and having to hide in the girls' or boys' dorm so that no finds out (because hey all the villains may be on the isle but there are still small time criminals looking to make a name for themselves) and the deaged character seeing a side to the VKs that only Ben gets to see. Jaylos and Bal included please
I love this prompt so much, but I have tried so many times to write it. I’ve started this fic three times, all with new characters, new settings, new lines and like… I can’t bring it anywhere! So this is my fourth, and final, attempt to complete this. Even if I don’t like it, I’m gonna post it anyway because I hate that this keeps sitting in my inbox. I’m sorry it took so long.
Hostile and intimidating, Mr. Deely had said, Evie is quick to manipulate other students.
But that’s not at all what Belle sees, sitting in a tight corner of the library. She had taken refuge in a familiar room, sought comfort in her books, and planned on the facility being empty on a weekend.
She had been right at first, curled up with a book way too advanced for her new age - if Belle had to guess, she would say she was right around 10 or 11 - as Fairy Godmother flitted around her office for a cure.
Belle was substantially less worried than the head mistress. Her husband was a beast when they first met and had been so for several years prior, locked in a castle with talking furniture. Being reverted to her child self in a school she helped transform was hardly a damaging spell.
Not that she hadn’t frozen slightly when Evie first approached her. As the queen, Belle would have held her head high and began polite chatter, she was the adult and Evie was the child after all. But under the de-aged spell, their roles were reversed and Belle is significantly more vulnerable.
Evie hadn’t even recognized her though, tone light and cautious as she crouched down. “Hi sweet pea. Are you lost?”
Belle hesitates before answering. “No…I’m fine.”
But the teenager wasn’t convinced. “Really? Because you’re not old enough to go here yet and they don’t let people on campus unless for special events.”
“I’m related to the king,” which isn’t a lie. She’s still technically Adam’s wife.
Evie huffs and tries to suppress an eye-roll that Belle still catches. It’s subtle, just a hint of annoyance, but the girl is clearly unhappy.
Still, the daughter of the Evil Queen is very patient and keeps her distance, as if sensing Belle’s discomfort. “Did you get lost from him?”
But before she can answer, another voice cuts through the silence.
“E! Are we going to lunch or are we holing out in here for the whole day?”
It’s a male voice and, admittedly, Belle doesn’t know the students well enough to place it. She has many responsibilities as a queen and wishes she had the time to interact with the students more.
When a thin boy with black and white hair popped his head out from behind a book shelf, Belle could hear the voice of other teachers in her head. Uninterested in class, antisocial, difficult to interact with. Other than his outstanding intelligence, teachers had very few positive things to say about Carlos De Vil.
Belle tries to keep a clear head, ignore the preconceived idea of who this boy might be, but she’s in the body of a child with two teenagers whose parents are a hundred miles away on a prison that Belle supported, and she had seen what years of isolation had done to her husband at first.
She fully believes the Isle kids can be good, that they’re either good deep down or that they can change to be, but it’s a little nerve-wracking when all of the professionals in the school have decided that these teenagers are on their way to becoming their parents.
Carlos doesn’t take a step toward her, though he looks at Belle curiously and then at Evie. “Everything okay?” He doesn’t shy away from her like he does from his teachers, though Carlos won’t look at her longer than a second and he doesn’t meet Belle’s eyes at all. He doesn’t slouch or fold in on himself, but he continually looks to Evie for clues, for instruction.
“Yep,” Evie nods at him and then turns back to the child in front of her. “That’s my friend Carlos and I’m Evie. Do you want to come get lunch with us?”
The smart choice would be to say no, stay in the safety of the library and wait for Fairy Godmother to find her and use a spell to transform her back. But Belle has never strayed away from adventure and even if it’s just lunch with two new students, it’s not like being queen has offered her many other thrills.
And Belle wants to see what’s true and what’s not. Because Evie hasn’t been the least bit hostile or intimidating, even if she had been annoyed for the briefest of seconds, and Carlos doesn’t strike her as standoffish or unwilling to socialize.
Plus, she hasn’t eaten since before she was reverted to her child self earlier this morning. De-aging worked up quite the appetite.
She nods, pushes herself to her feet and dutifully placing her book back on the shelf, brushing off her dress in the process.
“Wonderful,” Evie chirps, “what’s your name?”
Belle hesitates for only a moment. “Elle.” Which, is part of her name, so it’s part true.
“Okay, Elle,” Evie tests the name out on her tongue, “we’ll head to the cafeteria and then see about reuniting you with who you’re here with, okay?”
She doesn’t argue back and say that it’s not necessary because, to a student, it would be. No child should be wandering around a boarding school unattended, especially with the size of Auradon Prep.
But Belle doesn’t argue. Partly because she can’t exactly explain that she is the queen in a child’s body and partly because she’s happy that Evie is so set on following the rules. It’s not what she expected.
As they walk to the cafeteria, Belle berates herself quietly. She should not have expectations of children. Especially of children she has never met.
They get to the door and Carlos, who spent their walk talking quietly with Evie, opens the door for both of them. Evie pats his arm, but Belle stops and looks up at him. “Thank you.”
Carlos startles at her voice, looks at her, but not at her, and smiles weakly. “You are welcome.”
Belle doesn’t know what to make of him yet. She’s only spent the past few minutes with the son of Cruella De Vil, but she’s usually a good read of character.
The boy who follows her into the cafeteria is tricky though, like he’s purposefully hiding himself. There is one aspect his teachers have correct: Carlos is entirely uninterested in her. Or in everyone, if how he avoids eye contact in the food line is an indicator, except for Evie.
Evie gently hands her a tray, leads Belle through the line and asks what she wants from every section. She’s old enough and tall enough to reach the food she wants, but when Belle struggles to reach the pineapples in the back, Evie spoons them onto her tray without being asked.
Carlos mumbles something to Evie. Belle politely tunes him out, knowing that if this was something Carlos wanted her to hear, he would include her in the conversation.
“Elle?” Evie asks sweetly, looking down at her, “do you want to sit with our friends who are here? Or just Carlos and I?”
Belle turns and studies the rest of the cafeteria. Very few students are still on school grounds for the weekend, she spots purple hair quickly.
She has not had the time to get to know her son’s new girlfriend yet and Belle feels a stirring of guilt in her stomach. Ben spoke of Mal with a smile, she’s so clever, she’s so kind, you’ll like her so much, mom.
Ben has wonderful judgement, he has to in order to be king, but Belle still worries that he’s falling too hard too fast. The teachers at Auradon Prep have the most conflict with Mal, saying she challenges their authority and snaps at other students. Ben has reported nothing of the sort and Belle trusts her son more than anyone else.
“I don’t mind if we all eat together.”
Evie smiles at her, “do you have everything you want to eat?”
“Are you sure? Nothing else?”
She glances down at her tray, where fruit, a sandwich and a cookie are resting. It’s an ordinary meal, healthy and filling, but Belle hesitates. “Yeah, I’m fine with this.”
“Okay then,” Evie turns to Carlos, “lead the way.”
They follow behind him to a table where Mal and Jay have been watching them. Carlos takes a seat next to Jay and Evie next to Mal, with enough space for Belle to sit on the end.
“M, this is Elle. Elle, this is Mal and Jay.”
“Elle? Like the letter?”
“Your name is literally J,” Carlos nudges him before biting down on a carrot stick and sticking his tongue out.
Belle studies him curiously. He is a much different boy sitting beside the other Isle kids, a change that took place so quickly that Belle hardly sees the quiet child who refused to meet her eyes just a minute ago. Carlos still pays her little attention, but he leans into Jay and smiles at Mal.
He’s not uninterested in everyone. He clearly has interest in his friends. Belle tucks that away for later thought.
“Whatcha doing at Auradon Prep?” Mal asks her, leaning forward to see around Evie and Belle notes that it’s difficult to speak from the end.
“I’m here…visiting family.” Which is true, she had been on the grounds to visit Ben, but then she had stopped by to say hi to Fairy Godmother and bumped into Jane who was practicing new spells and… It all went down hill from there.
Still leaning close to Evie to speak with Mal, Belle picked up on what the blue-haired girl muttered to her friend, “she’s related to the king,” and she even heard Mal’s hum in response.
“How do you like it so far?”
“It’s nice. It’s big,” it’s a school she help found with Adam, a school she helped plan and design before the students in front of her were ever born.
“Where do you go to school, Elle?” Jay asked and Carlos nudged him and grumbled something about talking with food in his mouth.
“I’m homeschooled.” She was, at least. Maybe she can get through this whole day with only half-lies?
Belle takes the time to ponder Carlos’ criticism and watches the other four eat. Evie holds her fork and knife properly, small bites, but eating rather quickly. Jay, true to Carlos’ acknowledgement, stuffs his face and swallows before chewing, hovering over his plate. Carlos is similar in how he ate, rushed and messily, but he doesn’t guard his tray as fiercely as Jay does.
Mal, from what Belle can see, eats just as quick as the boys, holding her tray close to her. She has several strawberries on her plate; Belle recalls Ben ordering more strawberries specifically for her.
The children together are unlike what the teachers have described. There is teasing and a crude joke or two, but there is no hostility. No venom, no disgraceful behavior or malice.
Jay and Carlos grin at each other through the meal, sometimes asking Belle short questions like her favorite subject or if she wears pajamas to class. Carlos speaks eagerly to Jay about a new invention, speaking boldly and using words that are bigger than and Belle is awed by how much of her father she sees in the small boy.
Evie checks on her every few minutes, assuring that she has enough to eat and reminding her that they’re going to find the adult Belle should be with. She’s hardly hostile, very friendly and concerned, and Belle wonders what must be so different with the teachers and other students here for a girl with such a lovely smile to get such negative reports.
The furthest from her, Mal, engages Belle in conversation a few times. Belle manages with half-truths - yes, she’s met Prince Ben a few times and maybe she would like to be queen someday. She sees the girl her son adores so much. Mal is clearly unaccustomed to small talk and pleasantries, but she tries her best and genuinely smiles a couple of times. She is never snippy or cold, she is a little awkward, but making an effort to extend kindness.
Belle munches quietly on her fruit, observing these children through the eyes of a child herself.
Explanations for things I don’t feel were properly revealed:
- Evie was annoyed at (B)Elle being related to the king because she felt that Belle was similar to Audrey and Chad, thinking she was above the rules because of her royal status.
- Belle sat on the end of the table because Evie did not want her to sit by someone she did not know
- Carlos didn’t guard his food like Jay did because Cruella often demanded his food and bullies would take what they wanted and only hurt him more if he fought back
Again, anon who requested this, I’m sorry for the wait. I tried so many times to write this and I have no idea what was wrong with me. It’s a wonderful prompt that I struggled with for some damn reason, but I hope you still enjoyed it!
I'm honestly just here to supply mitjo til mars updates again
submitted by anon:
I was pretty sure Mitch Mueller was going to kill me. As I grew up it was for different reasons but they all led to my demise. In middle school I thought he would hang me up a flag pole during summer break and let the birds eat away at my carcass. In senior year of highschool I thought he’d burying me alive in a ditch somewhere in the woods, or maybe tie me to a really heavy rock and push my in the river. A few weeks later I figured my end was near when I was asked to take pictures for prom and Mitch offered to drive me. God I hope that cyclist was okay. And now a few years later I’m staring at the bright red letters on the front of the hospital building, standing like an idiot with legs that feel like both jell-o and lead knowing damn well Mitch Mueller was going to give me a heart attack I swear.