guys this has gotten way out of hand

Only one can have the girl.

Originally posted by everythingtythan

loud blue boi vs. stoneface… who’s going to win?

As the new girl on the team, you were still unsure about how the team feels about you yet. You always wanted to make a great first impression with everyone and you did! The minute you first walked through those doors, Tyler and Ethan were both amazed by you. To them, you were their perfect dream girl, Tyler fell in love with your kindness and team attitude since you came in with a big smile and helped the team with anything they needed while also keeping everyone motivated during long editing session but Ethan fell in love with your silliness and energy since you were a ball of energy and have a child-like mind sometimes with you being the youngest.  The two boys have been fighting for your attention ever since you’ve started working there and honestly, you didn’t really notice. When you had a hard time grabbing things off the shelves, they would both fight to grab it for you until Kathryn or Amy gets it for you when you’re about to go grab lunch for the team, they both try to tag along but you don’t mind it.

“Tyler, I should date her because you know SHE’S CLOSER TO MY AGE!” “Ethan, I liked her before you even laid eyes on her!” “WE SAW HER AT THE SAME TIME!” “GUYS, you do know..” “STAY OUT OF IT MARK!”  Tyler and Ethan have been at each other throat all week about who’s going to date you. “[Y/N] and I have a lot more in common than you two together!“ "Cartwheeling ISN’T A BONDING!” “What’s with all the yelling?” you laughed when you walked in. “Hey [Y/N]! Ready to start filming today’s challenge?” Mark hopped over to you, dragging you to the backyard area, “What challenge?” you stated confusingly. 

“MARK, I DON’T LIKE THIS CHALLENGE!!” you tried to hide from the arrows, “IF YOU WANT TO WORK WITH US, YOU HAVE TO TAKE SOME ARROWS.” He shot one almost hitting you. “MARK! I’M JUST AN EDITOR! I SHOULD BE EDITING!” you hid behind a tree, “SO IS ETHAN BUT HE STILL TAKE SOME HITS!” he shot one at Ethan’s chest for an example, “GOD DAMNIT, MARK!” “SEE!” “SORRY, ETHAN!” you shouted from the tree.  You climbed up the tree since you didn’t want to get hit what so ever, but Mark wasn’t going to give up that easily, “THAT’S CHEATING!” he shot an arrow, almost hitting you. “MARK! I HAVE A LOT OF EDITING TO DO!” he ignores you and continue shooting until he hit your knee causing you fall off the tree but luckily your strong friend caught you in his arms, “Thanks, Tyler.” You smiled and hopped out of his arms.  “Now, when I say stop Mark…” you walked up to him and grabbed the arrow and bow, “I mean stop. I suggest you should run.” You hissed before pulling the arrow back.

After spending another hour of attacking Mark, all when back to the house and decided to chill there for the night. You were listening to your music when you heard loud whispering from your door and it has gotten to the point that you just couldn’t take it anymore so you open the door seeing Ethan and Tyler arguing. “What’s going on!” you asked seeing the boys look at you by surprise.  "WOULD YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME!?“ They both yelled while pushing each other out their way. Your face turns red and laughs nervously, "Umm… well, you guys…” “I understand if you don’t wanna go out with a caveman, [Y/N]. I know I wouldn’t.” Ethan stopped you giving Tyler a death stare. You stopped them from bickering with a whistle, “GUYS!” you sighed with your face in your hand. “I’m not really interested… like that.” You mumbled. They gave you a confused look so you continue, “I’m into girls and I’m seeing someone sorta.” You explained. They both look at each other amazed, “I didn’t see that coming.” Ethan started laughing and Tyler joined along, “Oh my God. We were fighting all week about this and she didn’t even like us like that!” you smiled at the two boys bonding with each other, “So who are you dating?” Tyler added. “Me!” the boys turned around see Kathryn waving at them, “WHAT?” you walked over to your girlfriend and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “We’re trying to keep it on the down-low for a while so the fans wouldn’t freak out about it but yeah, we’re dating!” you explained, “But thanks for helping me today with editing and filming the challenge!” you added. The boys were silent and still processing the whole thing, “I think they need a while, let’s go to the movies so they can process this.” Kathryn whispered to you. You nodded and walked out hand and hand giggling.

“I was trying to tell you she was a lesbian!” Mark walked passed them, shaking his head, “BUT NO ONE LISTEN WANTS TO MARK!”

Originally posted by teamiplier-tothemoon-andback

PLOT TWIST! IT’S A KATHRYN X FEM!READER! I actually had this idea in my head for quite a while and the original concept was going to be a new neighbor instead of a new team member but I had writer block with the neighbor one so here’s this one. I’m sorry it was shorter than usual and it’s probably not my best work but I wanted to try something new just like the Father Figure Tyler one that actually received a lot of positive reviews and I’m glad everyone like it! Anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed and I’ll see y’all later!


A/N: I got this template from chantenyongs and I could not find the original creator to give proper credit to.

Request Regulations

A = Aftercare

Aftercare with JB is always a must. No matter how hard or soft he was with you he will always be the one to clean the two of you up. Expect many massages from him in your future.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He won’t admit it, but his favorite thing to use on you is his tongue. Watching you squirming from the slick muscles movements would drive him mad. In reverse, he knows you love his arms. When he holds you down to keep you from moving too much as he eats you out is just right for the two of you. Not to mention having his arms rapped around your waist as he pounds himself into you.

C = Cum

I can totally see JB shooting his cum on your back of onto your stomach. He wouldn’t wear condoms often, he has more trust in his pull-out game than a piece of plastic.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

You didn’t hear this from me, but JB definitely has a fifty shades of grey side to him that he’ll rarely show. In fact, he didn’t even notice it himself in the beginning, but when he realizes his collection of sex toys and machines has gotten a bit out of hand will he learn to accept it. He would never ever force you to do it with him because he wants to respect your sexual boundaries but he wouldn’t say no if you wanted to try it.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

JB is no fuckboy but the guy does know his way around girls. He can flirt and foreplay like a pro but when it comes down to the actual act of doing he worries about 1) Letting his “other side” show 2) The other person he’s with if they are having sex for the first time and 3) Getting caught somehow.

F = Favorite position

Sometimes Missionary but that can get boring for JB. I feel like he switches from reverse cowgirl on the couch to fucking sideways. Don’t get the boy wrong, he’s always down to towering you while he’s fucking you but the angles he can hit in other positions sound way for pleasurable for the both of you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s very funny during foreplay because he’s just that comfortable with you and the excitement of sex with someone he’s at least interested in would cause a few giggles from him in between moans and kisses.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they)

He’s a very clean fellow in my mind, keeping his hair at a minimum if any at all. He shaves regularly unless he’s just gotten back from a tour and hasn’t gotten time to do it yet. He has a problem with letting his hair grow too long because he would think it makes him feel a bit dirty so he’s pretty constant with keeping his lawn mowed.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Side A) Flower petals everywhere, lit candles, smooth jazz, and slow but passionate sex

Side B) You walk home and you’re pinned against the wall, he kisses you and you can’t help but moan in his ear, that’s when you clothes come off

Sorry mate, no middle ground here. All depends on too many variables to list.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation)

He would have a mental time to jack off, and a mental image of you from the past times you’ve been"together". He would usually do it in the shower because that’s a private time and place for everyone. Yet he would only do it if you weren’t around to do it for him, i.e you’re busy or somewhere else, or he’s at the dorms or on tour.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Speaking of him or you being too busy, JB would love some good ol’ phone sex, sex during facetime, etc. Watching you touch yourself while he strokes his cock is not the real thing, but he can appreciate how you two don’t need to be physically touching each other to get horny and come undone.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

This. Boy. Would. Fuck. You. On. The. Couch. No questions asked. He would find it more convenient to get sweaty and sticky then move to a nice clean bed after washing up together in the shower.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

One way to get JB going is to wear some lingerie he bought you, because honey you found yourself a man with deep pockets and the urge to spoil you. Doing a little dance for him would help too. But the real thing that keeps him going strong would be you practically begging him not to stop.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

As I mentioned before JB’s boundaries are pretty far off the chain, he’s down for anything as long as you were comfortable. The one thing I couldn’t see JB being into is cosplay in costumes that make you seem dominant. Sexy nurse? Yes please! Kitten? Sure thing! Mommy? Hell no. JB is top and even on the rare occasion you were above him he’d still have full control of your actions.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He wants his mouth of your folds ASAP, biting your clit and groaning for the slightest of vibration to make you jump under his movements, your shrieks are music to his ears.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s fast but passionate. His hips are snapping in and out of you but his eyes are locked in with yours. Breathing ragid, his hand searches for yours and tightly grips onto it as he places kisses from your breasts to your earlobes before you both came.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

A quickie kind of sounds too rushed in his opinion. He wants to treasure every heated moment you two shared so he’d rather hold out for a while until you two have your alone time later in the evening.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s down for trying out different places and times to do the do with you but if you both get caught he’d blame you on the spot. If you two were having sex in the dressing room of the clothing store and a clerk had heard you guys he’d try his best to get the two of you out of there undetected. But it’ll be a while before JB tries anything that risky again. He has two images to protect, his own and yours.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

At least five rounds with no doubt about it, but if you can’t go more than two or three he’d be completely satisfied with just two or three.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

The closet in the basement is JB’s toy storage. You cleaned it out one day and saw rows of gags, collars, blindfold, vibrators, the good good. He caught you of course and asked you to pick one, that’s where the rest of your day began.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’d tease you until he couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to badly to have his cock be inside of you instead of his fingers, but he thought his princess was a bad girl and needed to be punished for touching herself without him knowing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s very vocal, praises and moans slipping every other second with this guy.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

JB wants to try putting whipped cream and chocolate syrup on you and lick it off. Don’t tell me that’s something he wouldn’t do you can fight me on that one.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

The average size for men is like 5-6 inches in length so I can picture him being just about that, the only think different is that his is wider then most men and possibly a bit veiny???

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

You know that whole Eiffel Tower thing? JB’s sex drive is higher than that.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After the massage he’d give you he’s out like a light, but not with out you in his arms and resting your pretty little head on his chest. He’d try to stay up a bit longer to run his fingers through your tasseled hair.


BTS React to S/O already having kids

@shyreas :  Hi I love your work I was wondering if you have the time and arent stressed out could you do a reaction to their s/o already having kids? It’s okay if you don’t want to do I understand🙂

Thank you for the request!

I am honestly surprised I’ve gotten so many requests today, I didn’t think that many people read my posts / blog so it’s made me really happy. :) I love you guys <3

J Hope:

Would be a little surprised when he finds out, but it doesn’t change the way he thinks or feels about you. 

When you tell him that you would like to introduce him to the kids as your boyfriend, he would feel really touched. 

“You must be really serious about me, wanting to bring me home like this.”

He would reach out, grasping your hands. “You like me. Y/N has a crush on me!~” He would sing at you, teasing. 

“Of course I do, bonehead! We’re dating.”

Originally posted by nycbtslover


It wouldn’t bother him too much, the only thing he worries about is what his parents might have to say about it. 

“I love your kids, you know I do jagi. How could I not when they have your DNA?”

“We just have to be really careful with how we break the news to my parents. They’re really traditional and conservative.”

“If I have too I’ll put my foot down, you’re too important to me for them to dictate whether our relationship continues or not.”

Originally posted by rapdaegu


Joonie would feel a little of-kilter at the news, but he would adjust quickly. 

“Children? Your children?”

“Okay, umm, okay I got this. When do you want me to meet them?”

“I’ve got to make a good impression. Any tips? What are there favorite snacks or toys?”

“… wait. How old are they?”

Originally posted by namseok


When you tell him, he panics. 

“You already have kids?!”

“.. babe, I’m only 20 years old. I’m way too young to be a father.”

“I don’t know anything about child care! Oh god, I’m going to have to be the responsible adult, but I’m not an adult yet, not really! I’m still in training.”

You do your best to calm him down. 

“Kookie, I’m not asking you to be their dad. You can be the cool ajusshi that comes to visit sometimes.”

saying ‘ajusshi’ is the magic word, he instantly starts to calm down from his freak out. 

“Ajusshi, yeah. I can be the fun uncle. That’s good.”

Originally posted by phanunicorn


Would accept it instantly, not making a bid deal about it. 

“Ahh, your kids? What are their names? What are they like?”

He would be happy to meet them, and right away he does his best to make a good impression on them, bringing gifts for them (cute little stuffed animals and a couple of happy meals) every time he visits. 

“They’re actually really cute and well behaved. You’ve done a great job raising them.”

Originally posted by jeonsshi


“Oh my god, you have children!”

“And here I thought I was your first.” He would say, teasingly haughty. 

“Tae… I’m a full grown adult. I think for most people it’s better to assume they’ve already had sex.”

“Ahhh, I know. I was just playing.”

“We should go on a date! All of us together. We could go to the ocean, or an amusement park! Kids love those, right?”

“I’ll bribe their love with cotton candy and corn dogs.”

Originally posted by we-have-kookies


He would be a little worried when he found out. 

“You already have children…”

“Jagi, you know I want kids too. Are you willing to have more?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’ll love your kids like they’re my own. But I do want to have biological children too. I’m the oldest son in my family, it’s expected.”

After you tell him that you wouldn’t mind more munchkins, he would be relieved. 

“Ah good… So when do I get to meet them? How should I act? Aish, now I’m all nervous.”

Originally posted by celinet7

Boatsex part 3

Final part of my take on #boatsex. The closer we have gotten to actual boatsex, and the more posts I have read, the more my opinion has changed on how I hope it turns out. This is where I thought it should go from the beginning of writing this, so I finished it out this way. Just 1 more day guys! We’re almost there. And we deserve it for everything the Antis have tried to put us through this week. Go Jonerys fam!

His fingers slid down between her legs, feeling her soft folds, stopping when he found what he was looking for, and her hips bucked up into his hand to signal her approval. Moving in soft circles, and keeping her moans of pleasure subdued with his kiss, he slid a finger lower, until he entered her, slowly sliding his finger in as she gasped for air, letting him hear the pleasure he was giving her. Feeling her tightness around his finger was too much for him, so he found his way back up to her clit, continuing the slow circles, pressing harder as her mouth found his ear.

“I love you too, Jon,” she whispered seductively. He pulled back now to look into her eyes again. He did not want to miss this moment, wanted to take in every part of her. She gave him a small smile, and he took her in his arms again pulling her up until she was on his lap, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. This moment had changed suddenly from months of passion overflowing in a single moment, to love between them, finally being felt and expressed, and he did not want that to happen on a table. He wanted it to be perfect.

He took her now, slipping off the table, padding over to the bed as the grasped onto each other, lips meeting again barely hiding their smiles, and he gently laid her down on the furs. He kissed her again, but now on her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, then her lips softly. He stared deeply into her eyes as he reached down, grasped himself and brought his hardness to meet the tightness that had drove him so crazy only moments ago. As he entered her, she wrapped her arms around his neck, lightly digging her sharp nails into his shoulders. Her back arched, meeting his hips with hers until he was fully inside her now.

Her breath was a sharp intake of air in his ear as he filled her completely, and a soft little moan when her slowly pulled out again. Their hips moved together, as he slowly slid in and out of her, keeping a slow pace until he could feel her urge for more. Her fingernails dug in a little deeper with every slow thrust, and when he began to pick up the pace, he could feel them sliding down his back, taking his skin like, if she did t keep ahold of something, she would completely fall apart. He took her hands then, by her wrists and drew them up above her head, pinning them there together with his own hand, snaking his other down to the spot that made her weak earlier.

Her head dipped back then, biting her lip and moaning loudly now, as if she didn’t care who heard them anymore. Her hands tugged and strained, trying to free them selves so she could hold him again, but he did not budge. Her eyes flew open, a look he had seen many times on her face as she looked from her hands above her head to him. Either the Targaryen in her, or the Queen, wanted to be set free, to be in control, and before he could do anything about it, her hips bucked and he lost his grip on her hands trying to steady himself.

She took that opportunity to grab him by the neck, and flip him over onto the bed. He laid there, naked and exposed next to her, and she slowly moved to climb on top of him. Straddling him, she leaned her face down close to his, drawing his attention to her eyes and whispered, “Tell me you love me again.”

A smile touched his lips, and he drew a deep breath, “I love you, Daenerys Targaryen, my Queen.” He did not whisper. He wanted her to hear him fully, understand that he meant every word. Her smiling lips met his before he could be sure of the tears welling up in her eyes. This kiss was deep, possessive. Her lips seemed to be on fire now, the heat melting them together as one.

She drew back so he could see all of her again, as she took him inside her, moving his hands and holding them on her hips. She rolled them all around, back and forth, up and down, taking him into her over and over as he watched in amazement. He took in all of her curves, the slight bounce of her breasts as she rode him, getting as much enjoyment out of it as he was. Her head was leaned back, her hair cascaded over her shoulders and stuck to the sides of her breasts with sweat. A small head of perspiration dripped down from between her breasts to her belly button, as he gripped her hips harder wanting to see and feel her finish on top of him.

Her breath was ragged now, her thighs twitching and shaking on either side of him, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He removed a hand from her hip, his thumb finding the soft folds between her legs again, and her whole body suddenly shook. His name escaped her lips one last time as he could feel her contract around his member, forcing him to peak as well. Her hands found his chest as she climaxed, digging her fingernails into the skin until they were both finished.

She collapsed into his chest, riding the waves his a chest was creating with his gasping breaths. They lay that was for a long moment, until he brushed the hair from her face, kissing her forehead. She looked up at him, smiling from ear to ear, and in that moment, he had forgotten everything else in the world, wanting to stay this way for the rest of their lives

Femme Glissante Chapter 4

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: violence and mild language.

Words: A lot. I’m a wordy and descriptive writer. Sorry, not sorry.

Description: You are an “freelance acquisitions specialist,” basically a thief for hire and a master of misdirection and disguise. But what happens when a metal armed man crosses your path during a job? Can you escape? Will you ever see him again?

WAIT!! You have to start at the beginning!!
Chapter 1

If this chapter reaches 100 notes, I’ll post the next chapter EARLY!!! ♥

The very next day, you began packing up your apartment. Natasha and Wanda were helping you pack while Greta sat in a nearby chair talking with the three of you. It was weird having so many people in your apartment, but Nat and Wanda were on your team, so you forced yourself to be more open with them. You had no choice but to come clean with Greta when she stared wide-eyed as Natasha pulled out case after case of throwing daggers from your closet and put them into boxes. She took the news surprisingly well. She only asked a question here and there throughout your story and smiled when you had finished. You had already told her about your family, but decided to keep them out of your explanation to Greta, as you were in the presence of people you were still getting to know. Seeing as Tony was getting your fully furnished quarters ready, per your “requests” you had discussed with Fury, you really didn’t need much from your apartment. Obviously, your weapons, and all the items needed for your disguises. They pretty much took up your entire closet and made all three gals gasp in aww when they saw it. You had Wanda start in the kitchen gathering all of Ralf’s belongings, as you and Nat started tackling the closet.
“You know, honey, I’m really going to miss you,” Greta said after a long silence following your story.

“I’ll be around more than you think, Greta.” You giggled.

“What do you mean?”

“I was wondering if you could still watch Ralf for me when I leave on my missions.” You looked at her in wondering. Greta practically beamed in excitement. She had grown to love Ralf, almost as much as you did, and she loved having that extra protection when you were away.

“Oh, honey! I would love to!”

“There’s also one more thing,” you added. “With me moving, I wanted to make sure you had a safe space to go if you had any emergencies. So one of my contingencies upon living with the Avengers was that this apartment stayed open to you.” Greta’s eyes began welling up. “I care about you like family and I want to make sure you are always safe. I will also be leaving a couple guns around this apartment for emergencies. I know I don’t have to worry about you and firearms,” you said winking at her making both of you burst into a fit of laughter. Both Nat and Wanda poked their heads out with confused expressions on their face.

“The first time we met, she held me and Ralf at gunpoint in her kitchen.” You laughed.

Impressed smiles crossed their faces as they began laughing uncontrollably looking back from you to Greta.

The rest of the packing went fairly smoothly. Although, there was a small hiccup when Nat found a small series of pouches with what appeared to be different color pebbles in them lined up in a tray.
“What are these?” She said while holding up one of the bags.

“My false teeth!” You laughed as she instantly became grossed out and chuckled them up in the air. Ralf, then, thought it was a game and caught them mid-air and ran off into the apartment. It took you guys ten minutes to catch him and get him to loosen his hold on the teeth, all while the four of you couldn’t contain your laughter. Steve opened the door to your apartment holding a box of pizza and his mouth fell open to the sight. There stood Nat and Wanda each holding onto an end of Ralf while you desperately tried to pry the false teeth from his vice jaw grip, and Greta sitting on a chair in the corner with all of you laughing hysterically.

“What the heck is going on in here? He gapes.

You, Nat, and Wanda all look up at the super soldier, and proceed to laugh even harder. Ralf notices the new person and drops the teeth and sprints full forced towards Steve. He jumps and knocks the poor super soldier to the ground. You sprint over thinking the worst. “OMG! What if he doesn’t like dogs? I hope Ralf didn’t hurt him. I can’t believe my dog just jumped my boss!” You reach Steve’s side, and what started as a low rumble is now full on laughter from the super soldier, and you breathe a sigh of relief as you pull your goof ball of a dog off of him.

“Well that’s one way to be greeted.” He laughs as he picks himself up off the floor and makes his way to the pizza that landed face down inside the box.

“I’m so sorry, Captain Rogers. Ralf tends… well… he gets over excited.” You stammer.

“Please, Y/N. Call me Steve. After all we are going to be working together,” he winks. “So where should I put our deformed pizza?”

“Over on the counter. Don’t mind all the packing supplies. Normally this places looks way cleaner than this.” You giggled.

“Oh, I don’t mind. And who might you be?” Walking over to Greta and taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles. You held your breath. Greta once had some very choice words she’d said she’d say if she ever met the infamous Captain America, but right now, she looked almost enchanted by him and it made you snicker.

“What do you want me to do?” a dark and raspy voice said from behind you making you jump.

Bucky had slipped inside soon after Ralf’s fiasco, but you were so preoccupied that you didn’t pay any mind. With his crystal blue eyes staring at you, it took you back to your job where you first met him and it made your ribs ache.

“Geez! Sergeant Barnes, you scared the living hell out of me.” Placing a hand over your speeding heart.

“Call me Bucky, and I thought someone like you wouldn’t scare easily?”

“That’s just when I’m on a job and I have to focus incredibly hard to maintain a steady heartbeat. In my normal day to day, I’m actually quite the dork.” Suddenly changing your train if thought, “Um, if you guys could take these really heavy boxes down to the car, I think the rest of us can get the remaining boxes,” you look over at him and he’s staring questioningly like he doesn’t believe your “dork” statement. You return the questioning look and it’s enough to snap him from his thoughts and a small smile appears on his face as he turns and grabs one of the heavy boxes and heads down the stairs as you stare after him.

“You ruffle his feathers you know?”

“Dang it Steve! Am I going to have to get you guys a bell?” You said whipping around to see his grinning face behind you, “what are you talking about?”

“You’re the only girl who has bested him on a mission. It’s gotten under his skin a little. Don’t worry, he’ll warm up to you.” He grabs the other heavy box and follows Bucky out the door.

“Oh, honey, you are in so much trouble,” Greta chimes as she walks up to you and hands you a tape gun.

“What do you mean?”

Greta just gives you a knowing smile and makes her way to the door. You walk her over to her apartment and say your goodbyes. You turn back to see Nat and Wanda holding two smaller boxes and smiling at you.

“I’ll be right down,” you assure them.

You go back into what used to be your apartment. Everything feels so empty now, so bare. You left a photo of you and Greta in a frame next to your couch, picked up the last box, called for Ralf and locked the door behind you when you left.

After a very cramped car ride down, you finally made it to the floor of your room and Tony is waiting there for you.

“It’s time,” he beamed.

“Tony, what are you talking about?”

“Oh, he does this for everyone,” said Natasha following you up with another box.

“It’s time for you to christen your room.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?” You asked, rolling your eyes.

“Well, there are two ways. The first is the biometric hand scanner.” He motions for you to come closer. You place your hand on the pad and watch it scan your hand and finger prints and with a click, it unlocks, and a smile crosses your face.

“Now what is the second way?” You looked at him with a side smile.

“Sex.” He proclaims proudly.

You instantly blush and roll your eyes, everyone is snickering behind you.

“I don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon,” you laugh.

“Not according to Greta,” Wanda chimes in and makes you blush even brighter.

To avoid any more embarrassing conversation, you push past Tony and head into your room while the others follow and put down the boxes. You look around and are completely awe-struck. It was an incredible full suite! Tony completely outdid himself. You instantly ran to the bathroom, leaving everyone looking at each other with confused expressions. You had only three other demands upon living in the Avengers tower. One, you needed enough closet space to hold all of your equipment and disguises for your mission which Tony delivered and then some. Two, you were not giving up Ralf. He was and is a part of your family and he is to live in your quarters with you. The third was simple; you wanted a claw foot tub to soak in and boy did he supply. It was the biggest and most beautiful spread you had ever seen. Candles and drapery elegantly wrapped the tub. You couldn’t wait for your next mission so you could unwind in here. Natasha soon followed you in,

“Holy crap, Tony! Why don’t I have one of these? I’m so borrowing this from time to time, Y/N.” she said, turning to you.

“Anytime, Natasha. Just wait till I get all the oils and salts in here.”

“Is that the disappearing woman I hear?” Sam had heard the commotion and walked in. He saw you, smiled, and came in for a hug. Considering this was the first time you met him, it was a little bit awkward for you. Luckily, he was so tall that his arm covered your face enough that no one saw you wince from the pain of your ribs in the embrace. You were still in a lot of pain from your last job, and had been putting on a strong face all day. The only person that knew of your injury was Greta and you intended to keep it that way. When she saw your t-shirt rise and expose your midriff slightly to show your worsening bruises, she immediately pulled you aside and demanded to know what happened.

“Alright, guys. Let’s leave Y/N to get settled. You have a 0700 training session with me in the training room in the morning. So get some rest.” Steve kindly hurried everyone out to leave you and Ralf to get settled. You didn’t even bother unpacking, you just went right to your box of clothes, pulled out your white hoodie, stripped off your pants and crawled into bed with Ralf not far behind. You were going to need your rest if you were going to train with the Captain America. You gasped as you bent to pull down the covers. How on Earth are you going to hide your pain during training tomorrow?

Morning came faster than expected and you groaned when your alarm went off. Going back to your box of clothing, you grabbed a loose fitting t shirt, and a pair of running shorts. You were about to step out the door when you thought about your ribs, you went over to another box and grabbed your extra padding and put on a waist trainer over top of it to hold it in place. “There! Some stability and padding if I get hit,” you thought. Little did you know who you would be sparring with. You grabbed your runners and a hair tie, and went out the door for a gentle run before your session.

You only did 3 miles as you were trying to not exhaust yourself and you were still in pain. You wanted desperately to make a good impression. You were back at the tower within 15 minutes and made your way to the training room. Steve and Bucky had already laid out the mats and were talking when you walked in.

“Good morning, boys,” you said with a smile.

“Morning, doll.” Steve called and Bucky was staring at you with a smug grin on his face.

“What’s going on?” you looked suspiciously at the both of them.

“You’ll be sparring with Bucky today” Steve said, and looked over at Bucky who looked like a man on a mission. He obviously was the one behind this change of sparring partners.

“Oh crap! I barely made it out last time we had it out. How the heck am I supposed to do it now that I have a bum rib cage? Looks like I’m going to be faking it and on the defensive today. I can’t let him know that I’m hurt. What would that say for my first day?” you thought to yourself.

Without a word, you walked over to the stereo and put on your training mix to help you get in the right mind set and stepped on the mat to get started. Steve stood off to the side to observe and Bucky followed you onto the mat. As “Come Baby Come” by K7 started playing, you rolled your neck from side to side to get ready and Bucky popped his fingers and got into a slightly crouched stance. He lunged at you, you dodged last second, and he stumbled. He whipped around to see you fake yawning into your hand. Steve had to cover a laugh with a cough as he watched the antics in front of him. A squinted smirk crept onto Bucky’s face as you walked seductively back up to him, hips swaying from side to side. Confused, he walked towards you and dropped his guard slightly and that’s when you looked down and smiled. You walked close enough that he brushed your hand with his.

“You think you’re so cute, don’t you, doll face?” Bucky whispered only to you.

You grabbed his metal armed shoulder, gave him a peck on the cheek to throw him off, and swung yourself up and around his neck with your legs and with a back flip pulled him to the ground with a loud thud. You stood up, stammered and winced, and that caught Steve’s attention.

“Maybe a little,” you winked at him trying to cover your pain.

With Bucky’s frustration level rising, he got up and murder strutted towards you. He was incredibly sexy when he gets all worked up, but you had to shake the thoughts from your head. He grabbed both of your arms and squeezed them together which pushed on your ribs making you cringe again. Bucky didn’t notice, but that had made Steve focus directly on you, watching to see if you were really hurt. You hadn’t said anything so that made him curious. Moving your arm up, you punched his left arm, then his right to loosen his grip, and with the speed of a viper thrust the palm of your hand to his forehead and stunned him. You then threw a couple elbows and then a final kick to his chest, knocking him on his back. Getting up, he threw a punch at your face and you dodged again, moving behind him faster than he could adjust and tapped on his shoulder which had you grinning from ear to ear at this point and Bucky’s face flashed a grin. He seemed to actually be having fun. He turned and you had ducked behind him again and pranced a couple of feet backwards. Steve’s hand on your back kept you from leaving the mat, but it distracted you for a split second which was enough time for Bucky to get over to you and throw a punch. In the nick of time, you grabbed his wrist, pulled it to your left side and kicked a couple stunning blows to his abdomen. Steve’s eyebrows lifted with impression. Bucky swung his metal fist up to you but you blocked with your left forearm, wincing again, and kicked out his foot to make him stumble and you thrust your hands to his head and brought it swiftly to your knee with a loud crack. Luckily, he was a super soldier and it didn’t damage anything, but the thought of what you did didn’t cross your mind until it was too late. Steve’s face turned into a frown because with every block, your face grimaced a little, but he couldn’t tell why. Bucky was getting more and more into the fight at this point and swung a punch and it landed to your shoulder thus slowing you down. After that, he rapid fire punched at you. Left, right, right, left kick, spun around right kick. You managed to effectively block all until he threw an uppercut… directly to your ribs. The song ended as you fell to the floor on your knees clutching your ribs, gasping for air while, with one hand, signaling to stop. This hurt far more than you were anticipating so you knew something was wrong. Bucky was the first to your side.

“Y/n, doll, what’s wrong? I didn’t think I got you that hard.” The pain in his voice made you feel awful.

“Didn’t… Last… job… hurt… ribs… pain…” Trying to breathe between words and an uncontrollable tear fell from your eye. You were so embarrassed.

Steve stood next to you and slowly laid you flat on the floor.

“FRIDAY tell Bruce we need him in the training room immediately,” he woofed at the AI.

Bucky knelt by your side and raised your shirt to look at your ribs you had been holding and was confused to find your waist band with padding. In a flash, he ripped open your bundled waist and knelt there gaping. To be honest, his brute force was the hottest thing you had ever seen, but you were in so much pain that you couldn’t relish in it. Your ribs had completely turned a dark purple with a green outline. Bruce had been called to the training room enough times to know to bring a portable x-ray machine and extra equipment on a gernie. When he walked in, you were laying on the floor holding your stomach, Bucky was in the process of ripping open some waist band contraption, and Steve was trying to keep you immobile.

“What happened in here?” Bruce said, kneeling next to you.

“Apparently Y/n had a previous injury from her last job and conveniently forgot to mention it before sparing with Buck, here.” Steve explained looking at you with a typical Captain America scold.

“Do you know the extent of her injuries?”

All three boys looked at each other and then to you. You hadn’t gone and gotten yourself checked out because, at the time, it wasn’t that bad. Now, however was a different story. You shook your head no and Bruce brought over the x-ray machine. You couldn’t believe that this was how you managed to make your first day on the Avengers’ team.

Chapter 5


@chocolatemonkeyrainbows @astrologystark @frostbyte-horan @bexboo616 @crazy4thewinbros @toniinhere

anonymous asked:

14&16 with baek or yeol?

→ baekhyun- “just sit down and let me take care of you” & “i just want to help you relax”  

*word count: 1.5k

Friends help each other out.

Best friends do whatever they can to help each other out, no questions asked.

Baekhyun is your best friend. You love him to death and will fight any female for him if need be. He’ll kick a guys ass if you aren’t capable of doing enough damage. You’ve known each other for over a decade, and over the years your friendship has only gotten stronger.

The two of you always offer each other a helping hand. You help each other pick out clothes, go grocery shopping together to make things easier, dye each other’s hairs when you’re too broke to get it professionally done, and so much more.

So it’s nothing out of the ordinary when Baekhyun’s hands find their way on your shoulders, fingers softly digging into your muscles to loosen the knots that have been getting bigger and tighter over the last few days. Your whole body has been tense from working and working out, warm baths doing very little to ease your stiff muscles. A simple passing complaint in the middle of your conversation while fixing your hair up to look presentable for the lunch date you two planned for the day had Baekhyun standing up from his seat on the edge of your bed to come to your rescue. You set your brush down when he moved your hair over your shoulder, holding yourself up with your hands on the edge of the counter.

But there’s definitely a line that even the best of friends shouldn’t cross, no matter how long you’ve known each other or how bad the situation is.

Maybe it’s your fault.

His fingertips dug into the worst cramp in the junction where your shoulder and neck meet, the pressure of his fingers starting as the most painful feeling you’d felt in a while before the muscle is loosened and the most blissful feeling replaces it, your head tilting to the side and eyes closing.

“Focus right there,” you instructed, suddenly breathless.

You didn’t mean to let the sound slip out, but when’s the last time you got a massage? His seemingly skilled fingers hit just the right spot once again, and before you could stop it, your mouth opened and a low moan escaped.

And now his grip is tighter and his lips are trailing up the side of your outstretched neck.  

It’s his fault for knowing exactly what to do.

“Baek,” you breathe out, cracking your eyes open to catch the view of the two of you in the mirror. “What are you doing?”

He lifts his eyes to catch your gaze before his hands slip down to the curve of your shoulders, pulling you back and into your room.

Just sit down and let me take care of you,” he directs, gently pushing you down on your bed by your shoulders.

Your body listens to him while your brain screams at you. You’ve given him shoulder massages plenty of times when he didn’t know his limit when lifting weights, but it never ended up like this. It confuses you why you’re your body is so okay with Baekhyun’s continued kisses behind your ear after he plops down behind you on the mattress. It confuses you why you lean back into his chest, the top of your back meeting his hard pecs while his hands knead at your aching sides.

“Baekhyun,” you try again, barely any sound to your voice.

“You’ve been overworking yourself lately,” he gently scolds, lips moving along your earlobe. “Since you don’t want to take care of your body, I will.” Following his words, a hand ventures lower to reach for your bare thigh, rubbing at the stiff muscles. His fingertips glide towards your inner thigh after a while, wet kisses pressing along your jaw.

Your body is molten hot. Your tank top and shorts seem like too much clothing now. There’s a completely different ache than the ones in your muscles building in between your legs and his tongue dragging slowly down the edge of your jaw only makes it worst.

All too soon every part of his body is off of you, ripping you out of your trance and you hadn’t even realized your eyes were shut again when you open them.

“Lay down for me?” he asks, staring down at you from where he stood up.

“Wait,” you call out even though your body is once again listening to him without a thought, landing on your stomach and craning your head to look at him from over your shoulder. “What about lunch?”

“If I take too long we can get dinner,” Baekhyun chuckles, one of his knees sinking into your mattress beside you.

His hands find the waistband of your shorts, arms curling around your body to undo the button. Although you lifted your hips for him to make things easier, when the zipper is pulled down and his fingers are curling into the waistband to tug the denim down, you look up at him again.

“Can I?” he asks, tilting his head. “I just want to help you relax, ____.”

The tone of his voice send a spark right down your spine and out of all of the years you’ve known your best friend, you’ve never wanted him on you as bad as you do now. You can’t find it in you to give a real response, shoving your face into your pillow at the embarrassing thoughts of wanting to feel his lips everywhere. The muffled hum you give him is enough for him to pull your shorts and panties down in one swift movement, lifting your feet to completely remove the clothing.

There’s a shift and then a low chuckle behind you, and when you look back at him again he’s biting his lips and staring at your glistening folds intently.

In any other situation, with any other person, your skin wouldn’t heat up so much and you wouldn’t be hiding your face. But it’s Baekhyun. Undeniably attractive but undeniably the goofiest person you know. The guy that kept his shirt on whenever you went to the pool up until very recently because he didn’t want to be exposed. The guy that doesn’t even feel comfortable telling you or any of his guy friends about his sexual experiences.

And when his hands are on your hips and pulling them upward until you’re settled on your knees, your lower lips spreading at the new position and exposing places you never would’ve imaged Baekhyun would see, your chest gets heavy and your palms get sweaty. Gentle hands smooth over your ass, spreading the cheeks and lifting your lower half up even more before a warm tongue laps up your folds. Your breath catches in your throat, followed by the neediest moan you’ve ever heard come from yourself slipping out when his lips wrap around your clit. Suddenly it’s too hard to breathe and your head turns to the side, the following noises that resonate throughout the room loud and clear.

For someone who acts like such a prude with your group of friends talk about sex, his tongue slithers into your pussy right before plunging in and out at the perfect speed that has you choking on whatever sound that attempted to leave your mouth. Your fingers curl into your bed spread, ass sticking further into the air as your back arches at the pleasure zipping up your spine.

“Baek,” you say around a catch of breath. “Shit B— fuck!”

His fingers replace his tongue in favor of the tip of the wet muscle digging into your clit, flicking up and down repeatedly. He adds more pressure, rolling his tongue over the most sensitive part of your body intently until one of your hands is reaching out and grasping his wrist, needing something sturdier to hold onto as you feel yourself come undone around his digits and mouth. Your thighs argue with the position they’re in; shaking and trying to collapse when the mind-blanking bliss takes over your body, white appearing behind your tightly shut eyelids and the most wanton cry bubbling from your throat echoing through your room. Your inner walls clench around his pretty fingers and your clit pulses against his even prettier lips when you finally come down from your high and soon those gorgeous parts of his body are leaving your pussy, one last loud slurp reverberating in the space of the room when he thoroughly sucks up all of your essences.

Without his hands supporting you up, your knees get their wish when they slide down your comforter until you’re lying flat on your stomach.

“Feel better?” Baekhyun rasps out, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

You move to turn over on your back but then there’s a sharp pain in your lower back, worst than it was before.

“You actually made it worst,” you whine, flopping back down face first.

“Then I guess I’ll just help you out a little more.”

anonymous asked:

Has there ever been a time where Tweeks gotten jealous over you?

I have this friend named Thomas who has Tourette’s and I introduced him to Red Racer a while back. Tweek was fine with him at first, glad that I had someone to talk to about Red Racer that wasn’t him because as hard as he tried, he couldn’t like it as much as I do. So one day this guy and I were hanging out, watching Red Racer and talking about the what we liked and didn’t like about the episode, and his hand finds it’s way on top of mine. I normally would pull away, but I was so sure this guy was straight and that this had to have been an accidental result of his twitching. So I looked over at him and waited for him to take his hand off mine, but he didn’t. Instead he looks over at me and his lips twitch upwards. I heard a whispered, ‘Fuck,’ before he leaned forward and his lips were on mine.

I pushed him back and the look of terror on his face almost made me feel bad. ‘Dude, what the fuck?’ I asked.

'Ah- Fuck! I’m sorry, Craig,’ he put a good five feet between us, 'Cock! Shit!’

I got up and left my room to call Tweek and tell him what happened and he was convinced I was going to leave him for Thomas. It took a couple minutes of convincing to assure him I wasn’t and when I got back to my room, Thomas was gone.

In general though Tweek is really clingy (not complaining) and gets jealous when I’m not giving him my undivided attention. This was just the one time Tweek was jealous and I could actually understand why.

anonymous asked:

Hiii! How are you, what's up, how's the life treating ya? Have you seen the Lucifer trailer from sdcc? Any thoughts? I'm kinda stuck on the Dan/Chloe kiss, but it looks great! Hope you're having a great week! ~DSEP

Heh, I haven’t watched any trailers/anything from SDCC, for any of my fandoms. I just reblog some pictures and look at stuff and go “hmm, cool,” so yes.

As for a Dan/Chloe kiss, I imagine that’s from the four standalone eps we were supposed to get at the end of s2, before they moved them to s3, because I know there were flashbacks to Chloe first joining the force among those. I have seen gifs of Linda and Chloe going to Lucifer’s penthouse and whooping it up, however, among others, and I definitely 100% approve.

The biggest news that I took away from SDCC, however, is the introduction of New Love Interest Guy, and hooooo, do I have theories. Some of which I already inflicted on @devilishyhandsomefriend, but yes.

Anyway, in short, here’s my spec: “Marcus Pierce” is either Michael, as in the archangel Michael, or some kind of agent/associate of his.

Why? Glad you asked!

First of all, the name set off my radar immediately. “Marcus” is from “Mars,” as in the Roman god of war, and “Pierce” is a violent-sounding action – you pierce someone with something, such as, say, a sword. So this dude’s name basically means “War Sword” right off the bat. Hmmm.

Next, the archangel Michael was, traditionally, the guy who led Heaven’s armies against Lucifer in the war: he was Lucifer’s main antagonist/major foil among his siblings, the most powerful, the one in charge of throwing Lucifer out of heaven and keeping him out. Marcus also seems to turn up right after Lucifer gets his wings back. Given as the entire theme of the season is about Lucifer’s identity as either angel/devil, I’m not buying that this guy who is specifically presented as Lucifer’s antithesis, everything he’s not – i.e. mature, reliable, serious, stable – is just some handsome square-jawed human that happened to wander into the place. So again: his name has warlike connotations, and he’s Lucifer’s opposite, and he’s turned up right after Lucifer’s angelic identity/connection to heaven has been restored. Yes, some of the role of most powerful/oldest archangel seems to have been filled by Amenadiel, but there’s still a space to bring on Michael. It could also explain why Chloe is attracted to him – he’s like Lucifer fundamentally, i.e. angelically, but he actually has, you know, his shit together.

Next, they have been pretty coy about the possibility of seeing more angel siblings, or who exactly the antagonist for the season is. We know that Charlotte Richards will be around as her human self now that Mom’s gone, but… she doesn’t really fit the bill for a Big Bad any more. The guy NAMED FOR THE GOD OF WAR seems a litttttttle suspicious to me, especially since we’ve been told right off the bat that Lucifer isn’t going to be happy with the situation and will feel insecure and challenged. To which I say: good.

Obviously, nobody really likes love triangles, but a) the writers have smartly subverted and played around with tropes and avoided being predictable in a ton of ways before, and b) honestly, Lucifer really, really needs a kick in the pants, and HARD. He’s changed a lot, but he still hasn’t changed in quite the way Chloe needs him to. He’s basically figured that he can fuck it up repeatedly and then waltz back into her life and retake his place (see 2x14) and he just has not gotten it through his damn dense head that this pattern cannot continue. Tom himself said that Lucifer never regarded Dan as a real rival for Chloe; he was “Detective Douche,” beta male, not somebody who could actually challenge him. Marcus/Michael/Pseudo-Michael, on the other hand… that’s a different story. If this is the guy who defeated Lucifer and threw him out of heaven before, or has some connection to him, then yeah, Lucifer is going to be hot under the collar and he’s going to have to take (finally…) a serious look at what he’s been doing and the ways in which, with good intentions, he’s been taking Chloe for granted the way he did Maze (and which we just saw Maze free herself from). But if Marcus IS Michael, and not telling Chloe who he is, Lucifer is going to have to think hard about doing the same himself, and whatever secrets he’s still keeping/inclined to keep.

I don’t want Marcus to be evil, just because a) the writers so rarely make any character completely dislikable, love to develop, have everyone’s best interests at heart, and want to tell a compelling story, and b) obviously, I don’t want Chloe to be forced to return to Lucifer just because the other guy turned out to be fake. Just as they’ve done such a good job exploring so far, she needs to (and Lucifer will not be satisfied with) anything less than her returning to him because she 100% WANTS TO BE WITH HIM, has made a realistic survey of possible options, and has chosen Lucifer over them all.

In the meantime, however, let’s be real: Chloe has put up with a ton of Lucifer’s shit, and as much as she cares about him, everyone hits their breaking point eventually, especially when Lucifer has been so confoundedly slow to learn as he has. Chloe isn’t going to drop him hot potato, but honestly, I think a lot of squirming is good for him, because we all know Lucifer only ever learns things the hard way. If he sees Chloe be attracted to someone who is seemingly actually capable of giving her a real adult relationship, he will probably try to copy/make those changes, fail disastrously (see The Dansformation) and then struggle his way into figuring it out somehow. But he has to do that, just as Chloe has to learn the truth. So you could either have Marcus as just completely human who represents the ordinary/mundane/usual world, and Lucifer the wacky angel on the other hand, and Chloe having to choose between that… but I feel like both Marcus and Lucifer are going to have to meet halfway, and both be revealed as not quite what they seem (for both us as the audience, and for Chloe). After all, this show loves it some twists.

Anyway, yes. The interest in season 3 is that Lucifer cannot go on as he has been doing, and Chloe cannot really go any further with him until she knows what the hell (literally) has been going on for the last two seasons, plus Lucifer has his wings back, plus he’s encountering a real challenge/somebody who he has to take seriously as a rival. Maybe Marcus is totally human, sure, but if he’s Michael, that adds a whole interesting dimension to what’s going on, and I do hope it plays out in a supernatural twist. That, after all, is the fun of the show.

(Sorry for the novel, heh. But yes. I have Thoughts. Hope you’re well. xD)

Virgin Mary {Peter Pan Imagine}

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Peter Pan x Reader AU

Part VII of here

Author: Joi A. Wade

Requested: Yes, Anonymously~”3-5-14-15-22 for Peter Pan pls?”

Warning: Swearing, OOC(out of character) a little mention of rape

Summary: Peter, being part of the typical high school bad boy squad, has made it his dear desire to get to you, the good girl. The Virgin Mary his group called you. The only girl in school who was pure and innocent. But Peter, also known around as “Pan”, made it his own mission to change that.

Note~Sorry for the delay! AND THANK YOU FOR 500+ FOLLOWERS! POST #100, LOVELIES!

Last night for you was a blur. You could not remember anything, and your headache was the only reminder for you that this was the last party you would attend for a while. 

The faint sunlight that passed through Theo’s curtains awoken you from your slumber, causing you to shift slightly. You groaned, as your eyes fluttered open, hoping that you were safe at home, in your cozy bed. But, of course, that wasn’t the case. When your eyes adjusted to the light, you froze when you felt someone next to you, in a spooning position. Their breaths fanned over your neck, and their grip tightened around your waist as they felt you move. Tears started to come your eyes as everything started crashing down on you, patches of memories came back, and you saw your dress laying on the floor next to the bed.

Slightly turning around, trying your hardest not to wake the person next to you, your heart nearly jumped out of your chest once you came face to face to who you were in the bed with. Peter. 

He seemed to be shirtless, making you look down at what you were wearing, assuming it was his shirt. Panic started to fill you, followed by anger and betrayal. False scenarios started to play in your mind, thinking about the worst that could have played out last night. Sitting up, pushing his arm away from you, you curled yourself into a tight ball, causing him to shift at the sudden movement. 

Blush covered your face, as he slowly started sitting up, his torso visible for you to see. You weren’t going to lie, you liked what you saw, but you were too pissed to care about what was in front of you at this moment. 

Peter rubbed his face with one hand, pushing his weight up into a sitting position with the other. Once he got the sleep out of his eyes, his looked in your direction, seeing the panic in yours, making him realize what kind of state he left the both of you in. Of course you would think something happened last night, he wanted to think the same thing. 

“D-Did…did we…?” A tears slid down your left cheek, alarming Peter that he needed to start explaining. And fast.

“No! No, nothing happened, I promise.” He shook his head, moving over to wipe your tear, but you flinched away from him. “Y/n..”

“What happened…last night?” You sniffled, feeling vulnerable in the unfamiliar clothing and environment.

Peter sighed, ruffling his hair, as he looked at the wall with his back against the the headboard of the bed. “You were drugged.”

Your eyes widen at the information, a short cough escaped your lips, as you were on the verge of tears. “Did I do anything…stupid?” 

He knew what you meant. As much as he wanted to gloat at how close he was to making you his, he held his self-control, shaking his head. 

“No. You maybe did make out with Gally, though.” Peter chuckled, watching as you groaned, wiping your mouth repeatedly. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me…I knew I shouldn’t have taken that drink from Cindy. But…why are we in here? Why am I in these clothes?” 

“We’re in Theo’s room. Lucky for us, he wasn’t already in here. I didn’t want you sleeping in that tight-ass dress, so I lent you some of his sleepwear. I’m sure he won’t mind; you changed yourself, by the way.” 

You sighed in relief, feeling a little more relaxed at the clarification. But, something didn’t seem right. Rubbing your neck in your lost state, you winced, letting out a small cry of pain. “Ow…” 

Touching the spot again, you gasped, getting out of the bed and over to Theo’s body mirror. There they were. A few quarter sized hickies painted all over your neck. Covering your mouth in shock, Peter sat up straight on the bed, ashamedly blushing at what you discovered. 

“What did we do last night?” You whimpered, rubbing the tender spots. Peter got out of the bed, gently grabbing your other arm, and led you back to the edge of it. You cooperated, sitting down next to him, while you still rubbed the spots.

“Nothing.” He shrugged, grabbing your gaze, as you looked up at him in shock.

“Nothing? Look at my neck! This is not nothing!” 

“Calm down, we just…you weren’t yourself and I got a little carried away, so what? Nothing major happened.”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!” You exclaimed.

“Well, technically I’m not. It’s just a habit, I always sleep shirtless.” 

“Why were you in the same bed with me then?”

“You wanted me to sleep there, until you fell asleep. And I didn’t want to just leave you up here, love. It just wouldn’t..feel right in my stomach. I know spooning wasn’t part of the request, but you slept fine.” 

You stayed silent for moment, playing with the hem of the shirt. “Why should I believe you?” You whispered, staring down at your hands.

With a soft sigh, Peter placed a finger under your chin, bringing your attention back to him. He didn’t respond, he just stared into your eyes, slowly leaning in. You would have pushed him away, but his intense stare kept you still, not breaking the eye contact. But, soon there was the sound of the door opening, snapping both of your heads to the direction of it, seeing Newt, Thomas, Felix, and Theo. 

“Found ‘em.” Theo smirked, which disappeared when he saw what you were wearing. “Are those my clothes?”

Without answering, Peter whispered in your ear. “Wait for me in my car.” He reached into his pants pocket, grabbing his keys, and handing them to you. You grabbed them, blushing in embarrassment as you retrieved your dress and shoes, shuffling out the room, not making eye contact with anyone.

Newt pats Theo on the back, “We’ll take it from here, mate.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Now I gotta burn my fucking sheets.” He grumbled, stomping out of the room, Felix shutting the door behind him. 

Once they were alone, they all shared a hardy cheer, and applauded Pan. He, on the other hand, stared at them with an expressionless face. 

“Why the glum face, Pan? Aren’t you excited? Your victory is finally complete, you conquered the Virgin Mary! You can now be Alpha Male,” Felix complimented.

“Yeah, and I believe a ‘thank you’ is in order-”

“Thank you?” Pan raised his eyebrow, standing up. “You want me to thank you, after you drugged an innocent girl, just so I could have my way with her? Which I didn’t, by the way.”

“Wait, wait…you didn’t sleep with her?” Newt’s eyes were wide in shock and confusion. “Why in the hell not?”

“Do you know what that’s basically called?! It’s rape, man! And, what did I tell you about interfering with my plan? What were you guys thinking?!”

“We were thinking we were helping a friend out. What has gotten into you, Pan? If this happened to some other chick, you would have been all aboard for it.” Thomas placed his hands on his hips, cocking head to the side at his friend. Scoffing, Pan went over and grabbed his shirt, putting it back on.

“I don’t have time for this, I have to take Y/n home-”

“Since when did you start taking them home, Pan?” Thomas grabbed his arm, stopping him from going anywhere. “What is going on?”

“Let go,” Pan pulled away, glaring in disgust. 

“Pan, what is your problem lately? You’ve been acting strange.” Felix placed a hand on his shoulder, only for it to be pushed off.

“I’m tired of this. I can’t do this anymore.” He replied. 

“What do you mean ‘you can’t do this anymore’?”

“I can’t do this to her! I just…it doesn’t feel right. I don’t want to sleep with her if she doesn’t want to.” 

Thomas’s mouth fell open, as well as Felix’s, but Newt didn’t seem all that surprised. “Have you lost your mind? Why the sudden change in plans, she’s just some girl, I’m not fully understanding where this is suddenly coming from, Pan.”

“Because I love-!” Pan quickly shut his mouth, but it was already done. They knew the awful truth. Peter Pan fell in love. With a virgin.

“Y-You..what?” Thomas snapped, eyebrows furrowed in anger. “No. No you can’t be in love with her, there’s a code we follow, Pan.”

“Fuck the bloody code, Thomas! I’m better than this, I don’t want to sleep with hundreds of girls anymore, I don’t need to! I have finally found the one who completes me.”

“Oh God, get over yourself. You met this girl, like, three days ago, from day one she couldn’t stand any of us. And now you want to say you’re in love with her, are you stupid?” Thomas rubbed his temples, turning to Newt. “Talk some sense into him, please!”

Newt looked at Pan, his mouth opened, but no words came out. Sighing, he shook his head slightly in defeat, not being able to find the right words. “Pan…is this really what you want? To give up your rep, your freedom, and us…all for some broad who desperately needs dick in her life?”

“Do you even hear yourself? God, I can’t believe this is how I lived for the past three years. One of these days, we are going to graduate, and all this shit isn’t going to matter. 

Y/n is different; she’s smart, sarcastic, witty and has self respect. I could never ask for a more down to earth person like herself, in a million years. You wanna go around and have sluts for the rest of your lives, be my guest. But, I found a real woman who’s more than just her body. And it took me just in three days to see that, rather than three years.” 

With that said, Pan headed for the door, only for Thomas to latch onto his arm one more time. “Pan. Do you even realize what you are about to do?” 

“I have never had a more clear mind than right now. Good day, gentlemen.” He tugged his arm away from Thomas, heading downstairs so he could take you home. 

When Pan finally left the room, Thomas crossed his arms, turning to Felix. “You got the video ready?” 

Felix took out his phone, going to the one Thomas was referring to, pressing play. 

“What? What are you chuckling at?”

“Don’t tell me you’re catching feelings for this chick, dude.” 

“What? Fuck no, I could give two shits about her. Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know, I think I might have to agree with Thomas’s theory. Never in the years I’ve known you have you been this protective over some broad. Especially one with zero interest in you.” 

“That’s not true, I’m only trying this hard to get her to trust me. I said I wanted a challenge, and you guys flirting with her is getting in the way of that. I don’t care about her feelings, or her in general. My only goal is for that purity of hers to belong to me.”

Once the video stopped, a sly smirk played on Thomas’s face. “Good that. Send it to the whole student body. I’m sure Pan will understand that this is for his own good.”

“I don’t know about this…” Newt crossed his arms, an unsettling feeling started bubbling up in his stomach.

“Oh don’t worry. He’ll thank us later.”

Girls Like Girls Like Boys Do, Nothing New

For @brown-aces

When Alex first saw Maggie, they were arguing about jurisdiction. They still aren’t clear on who actually had the correct jurisdiction. The point is that Alex and Maggie love each other. Every argument that they have doesn’t matter in the long run, because they love each other, no matter what anyone else says.

Alex went through a traumatic experience with the water tank and Maggie was right there beside her. They cried and they kissed and they held each other night after night. When Alex was ready to go back to work, Maggie kissed her knuckles and held her hand as they walked into the DEO.

When Mon-El got too arrogant, Alex and Maggie would share a look and smile through the urge to kill him. When Lena walked in the room and Kara’s face lit up, they smirked and split off to give advice to their designated half.

And when Kara and Lena finally get together, Alex and Maggie are right there beside them.

Their lives are full of firsts. With every first comes an exciting adventure.

Especially with Gertrude. Alex has always wanted a child and Maggie isn’t so sure, so they compromise. They get a dog named Gertrude. She is a big golden retriever that reminds them of Kara. Especially around food.

Alex and Maggie love each other through all the firsts, and all the arguments.

So now, curled up on the couch, Alex smiles and laughs at the story her fiance is telling her about her day.

“So then, Robin looks at this guy and tells him that she would rather shoot herself in the foot then go out with him. The whole precinct breaks out into laughter.”

Alex laughs again with a grin. Robin has been Maggie’s partner at NCPD since she moved here from Gotham. Alex has gotten to know her quite well when she drops lunch off for Maggie.

“Alex, babe?”

Alex realizes that her mind had drifted again. Maggie is looking at her with a smile and her head is tilted in that way that drives Alex crazy.

“I’m sorry, continue, please.”

Maggie squeezes her hand and goes back to telling her story. Later when the sun has disappeared, they put on a random tv show and listen as they fall asleep on Alex’s oversized bed.

In the morning, Maggie will wake up first and watch Alex slowly blink away the sleep in her mind. She’ll make breakfast and take Gertrude for a walk around National City. Alex will have to go to work early and will text Maggie about the gossip that Vasquez tells her on their lunch break.

Later, Kara will drop by with news of Lena and their second date together. Alex waits patiently as Kara blushes and stutters out the details and Winn butts in occasionally.

Alex and Maggie will love each other forever. Winn says they’re meant to be. Once they get over their arguments and differences to make way for firsts and the adventures that follow.

anonymous asked:

Oh, I would love to read bottom peter or Scott, even more if is with Top Stiles or Derek.

Hey, I wrote you some Steter with bottom Peter! (And I’m also working on some bottom Scott fics, though they probably won’t be posted for a while). On AO3.

“Sure, I can get you that book,” Peter says easily. “But you’ll have to do something for me, first.”

Stiles knows he should be cautious, seeing the way Peter’s lips curl up into a little smirk, but he just says, as neutrally as he can, “What do you want?”

“Sex,” Peter says, drawing the word out. “With you.”

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Jason Todd with a short S/O Headcanons

ORIGINAL REQUEST :Could you do some headcanons with jason todd being in a relationship with a short s.o?

Hell yes.

-Jason is really tol so all your short person problems come to a sort of temporary halt.

-Need something from a high place ? Tol Jason is there to save the day for you.

-However Jason also likes to hide all your stuff on higher shelves or places when he’s pissed at you for something.

-It’s usually very pretty and it takes only a few kisses for you to get your stuff back.

-His shirts are always waaayy too big on you and way to baggy.

-But you love wearing them anyways.

-He loves how you look in them.

-It has a certain effect on him ;)

-Hugs are always wonderful since he’s so tall he kinda just scoops you up and your feet kinda get off the ground.

-Same is the case with cuddles , you kind of just curl around his large self.

-When you sleep his whole body covers yours.

-You have woken up to him completely on top of you more than once.

-When you guys go out his pace is obviously more than yours and he’s gotten waay ahead of you more than once before he realized that he left you behind .

-Now he HAS to hold your hand when you’re out together.

-He towers over you and he always uses that to his advantage .

-Like having arguments is impossible because you have to crane your neck up to even look at the guy yet alone yell at him .

-Whenever he wants to kiss you he just lifts you all the way up.

-He can carry you really easily on his back too so you just kinda use him as a Means Of Transportation ™ around the house.


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He thinks a lot about all the things he will forget, the sound of Remus’s croaky morning voice at breakfast, his mums favourite skirt, how he sits three rows back from the front in Transfiguration because then McGonagall can’t reach out and smack him with her wand from the front.

It’s a horrible feeling, this forgetting. Once he overhears Evangeline Watts talking about her Grandfather and this muggle illness he has which makes him slowly forget everything in his life, whether it matters or not. He’s awake for the entire night later imagining what it would feel like to lose things like that, as if memories were water in cupped hands.

He falls asleep the next day in class and Evans tips half her water bottle down the back of his jumper to wake him up. He yells and gets a detention from Slughorn for swearing while Snape smirks underneath his curtain of grease. He calls him a waste of space later while everyone laughs and Snape burns, cheeks hot and hollow. He doesn’t even know why he hates him so much, probably the muggle hating and pure blood mania. Yup, definitely the muggle hating and pure blood mania.  

The thing is, Evans is apparently oblivious to the muggle hating and pure blood mania, so she hates his guts for calling her best friend worthless even though he is.  It shouldn’t matter that she doesn’t like him, a lot of people don’t like him, it’s just that he likes her. And it’s not love, because he’s fifteen and an asshole still but he likes her a lot more than he’s willing to admit to Sirius even while drunk on the firewhiskey they stole from the teacher’s lounge.

She’s smart, except for the whole ‘friends with Snivellus’ thing; she’s really sarcastic and wears huge black combat boots underneath her robes with tiny red flowers doodles on the foot. Her friends are loud and they love her in that weird way that girls do, absolutely and while laughing. She writes everything down in this purple notebook with grass stains on the cover. Her hair is to her shoulders and it twists when she laughs, she’s the only person in the entire school who has ever called Sirius an: ‘expired sack of dragon shit’ and walked away without looking back to gage reaction.

He provokes her in class just so she’ll twist in her seat and ruin him with her mouth, showing all her teeth when she calls him a dick for the thirteenth time that day and it’s not even noon. Sirius thinks he’s mad but he doesn’t care, Evans is so goddamn interesting and he wants to talk to her until he can figure out why.

Over Christmas break he goes home and misses school like a toothache, he wants to walk into class and slide across desks until McGonagall walks in and gives him detention. School is where he can hang out with his mates every day and learn stuff and run around during full moons. They go back and he and Peter paint a banner that says ‘WELCOME TO OUR HUMBLE SCHOOL, PLEASE PAY A THREE GALLEON ENTRY FEE AT DOOR.’ They make 87 galleons and a toothpick before a teacher catches on. He gets detention for two weeks and hexes Snape’s legs together when he catches him laughing.

He’s not a violent person, but Snape deserves all the shit he gets and Evans throws her wand at him later in the common room but he’d do it again. He’s not a bad person, he isn’t, but Snape makes him want to punch a wall on account of him being a bigoted arsehole. Whatever, this whole thing should be over soon anyway.

He turns is his muggle studies homework late because Sirius stole it to try and prove to Moony that he could: ‘make Prongs slowly lose his mind while he looks for it’. As payback he tells him he pissed in his morning cornflakes and Sirius spits them up all over a stack of toast looking horrified. Peter and Remus laugh so hard they get cramps. He loves his mates, they’re shitty and irritating and funny and losers and if he didn’t have them he’d probably have ceased to exist a long time ago.

Over Christmas she gets a huge white cat which is utterly feral, Sirius starts calling it a polar bear behind her back until everyone is calling it that. Its real name is Ophelia because it’s her mum’s favourite character in some muggle play and it’s the fattest animal that has ever existed, once Marlene and Mary have to lather a door in butter just to pry it through. Lily loves it still and wraps it in scarfs when it’s cold. She’s barking mad and he tells her so but she says she just ‘doesn’t give a shit’ which makes him laugh.

In Charms they have to say the best thing they got for Christmas because Flitwick had only planned for half the lesson, Sirius says a headache and Remus says some new boots. Pete got some orange leg warmers which are awful, Marlene McKinnon refused to say anything because she ‘hates Christmas and all the joy it stands for’, Avery had ‘to many to pick from’, Jane Ruvesh announces she got dumped and then runs out crying while Lyle Parrish looks uncomfortable.

Mary was given a new set of hair curling potions and Evans says her stupid cat, which makes everyone groan and then makes everyone flinch back when she glares at them for groaning. Snape says under his breath that he got a bath towel and James leaves class avoiding his eyes. It’s one thing to give shit to a guy who’s a shit, but it’s another to give shit to a guy after you’ve just found out the best thing he got for Christmas was a bath towel.

There are other Slytherins to fight with anyway, Mulciber who grinds his teeth when Mary walks past and runs his fingers along her arm, Remus throws him against the wall and then Sirius is lazily cursing someone who tries to intervene and then it’s all gone to hell anyway. He punches anyone in sight and curses anyone dumb enough to not move out of his way and then it’s to Dumbledore’s to get a detention again. Fighting does nothing, he knows that, but he’s got to feel like he’s doing something.

He’s partnered with Evans in detention to scrub the fourth floor corridor. He asks her what she did and she says “I punched Markham Finch in the dick for saying that Ophelia isn’t so much an animal as she is a block of fat with legs”. His hand slips into his soapy bucket he’s laughing so hard, leaning against the wall and watching her grin at the soaking floor. She scrubs the left side and he does the right, they don’t speak much because even though he laughed and she didn’t hit him for it, it didn’t mean she still didn’t hate him quite a bit.

His mother writes, Lily buys a new pen for the purple notebook and he plays Quidditch, they win and Pete smuggles in firewhiskey for the party. It’s loud and Sophie Mallory’s homework gets ripped but the music is thumping so no one can hear her yelling. Lily does half a strip tease on the table before passing out into Remus’s arms and being dragged to bed by Marlene. James makes out with Rosaline Patel under the boys staircase and Sirius gives a speech about the muggle feminist movement on the table while pissed because he actually read Sophie Mallory’s homework and was the one who accidentally ripped it while waving it under Remus’s nose.

Once her Transfiguration book goes missing (cue the joke about the cat eating it for a light snack) and she’s pacing up and down the common room while Mary is all ‘you can borrow mine’ and Marlene is saying ‘just drop out’ and then Evangeline hits her for being negative. He charms the name off the front of his and slips it to her at breakfast when she’s talking to Dominic, she looks around and asks whose it is but he faces front and eats his toast without saying anything. “Well, um, thank you! Mysterious book giver!” she calls when leaving the hall and he’d probably give her both kidneys if she asked.

During muggle studies they learn about muggle physics and some guy’s law that every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Basically everything you do will affect something else, whether it is a person or a place and he doesn’t know why this so hitting him so hard now. Everything he’s ever done has affected some other person with a brain and a favourite colour and a next door neighbour they’ve probably said hello to in the rain. Why, he thinks, is this the first time he’s ever noticed that.

Lily gets sick and isn’t in lessons for a week, which makes him notice that he notices an awful lot when she isn’t there and he finally resolves to just try and bloody get over it. He doesn’t know how, but he’s going to because this crush has gone on long enough and ignoring it has done nothing but give him a semi in the middle of Charms. She walks into Herbology on her first day back, sneezes, and passes out against the glass. His heart stops to scrape along the barrel of ribs and he ditches his next three classes in the bathroom, smoking to cover the fact that his hands are shaking until he hears from Jimmy Ivis that she’s okay. This entire thing has gotten out of hand.

She’s in class again three days later and he sees her, sitting there next to Marlene and writing in that purple notebook, and he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he’d been holding. He doodle’s her name on the back of his textbook the whole way though the lesson and she hugs Snape in the corridor and his gut is twisting and he hates this, he doesn’t want to be this guy. He hates these guys and without realising he has become one entirely on fucking accident.

This is how it happens: there is exams, and he is cocky, and Snape is Snape and she is far too loyal. Maybe if it wasn’t sunny they wouldn’t have gone outside, maybe if he’d done badly on the exam he wouldn’t have left, maybe if he wasn’t an asshole it wouldn’t have happened.

But it did. And when he thinks about it, her face and the way he saw the exact moment that all of the blood poured out of her heart, he buries his head in his pillow and all at once wishes that he could forget the entirety of his life if only to never have to live through that moment again.

A week later, Sophie Mallory, the one who did her muggle studies assignment on the feminist movement and who smiled with chip on her bottom tooth because she flew into a wall during second year Quidditch, is found in the attic of the potions room after some student complained that blood was leaking into his potion from the ceiling. She’d been lying there half naked for the entire night, passed out with ‘DIRTY’ carved into every inch of her skin with a cursed knife so you could almost see the bone. When he hears, he goes to the bathroom and throws up, chest heaving and heart rearranging itself inside his ribs.

After that everything is completely different, because this couldn’t be fixed by punching Avery in the jaw. No more fighting, no more using this… thing that’s happening as an excuse to get into it with the Slytherins. No more hiding behind being noble so he can get in fights with people he just doesn’t like. What was something that seemed to happen to other people is suddenly happening to girls he’s known since he was eleven, who did their muggle studies projects on the feminist movement and chipped their tooth during second year Quidditch.

The holidays happen in a blur, and then it’s back to school, sitting in the back and biting his tongue when Snape answers questions in class. He avoids Lily, sneaks around her and misses her like she was his arm. But this is what he’s doing right now, because Snape is all over her and all she wants is for the both of them to leave her alone. All James wants is for her to be happy and all Snape wants is for her to be his.

It starts slowly; she borrows a quill from him to finish her History of Magic Essay. He silently gives her his telescope when she forgets hers for Astronomy. She gently points out that he’s spelt Jupiter’s third moon wrong on his Divination Star Chart. They don’t talk still, but she snickers into her hand when he makes a deer pun in class and he can’t stop smiling for the rest of the lesson.

They’re partnered up for Herbology, and it’s the most uncomfortable ten minutes of his life as they both silently try to clip the Vicious-Visper-Vine, which steams when handled. The silence is digging into his teeth as he scrambles around for something, anything to say, that doesn’t sound terrible.

“You’re not going to faint again are you?” he asks and fuck, he was aiming for something not terrible.


She looks at him, surprised. “You- um, you remember that?”

He looks back at her, the plant beginning to snake around his hand. “’Course I remember that, you got a bruise the size of my ego, which, as we’ve established, could crush several people under its weight.”

She laughs at this, and then the god damn vine has found a hole in his glove and his left hand is burning so much it might as well be on fire. She takes him up the hospital wing and eats the food Madam Pomfrey brings him at lunch while trying to say ‘Vicious-Visper-Vine’ five times fast. He laughs so hard that Pomfrey sends her away and she grins at him from the window for seven minutes trying to get him to laugh so he can get kicked out as well. It works to.

He yells “VICIOUS-VESPER-VINE-VICIOUS-VESPER-VINE-VICIOUS-VESPER-VINE-VICIOUS-VESPER-VINE- VICIOUS-VESPER-VINE HA SUCK IT EVANS” down the hall the next time he sees her, and she grins and raises her middle finger in the air so high that Minnie sees it and gives her a detention. Then she turns to him and snaps “ONE MORE WORD OUT OF YOU POTTER AND I’LL GIVE YOU A DENTENTION AS WELL” so he shouts “ONE MORE WORD” and gets his twenty-first detention in a month while Evans giggles herself to death against the wall.

In detention they have to catalogue all the library books and she finds all the ones with swearwords and reads them aloud while sitting in the table. In Defence they’re put together and she blocks his jelly legs like it’s nothing, then turns his hair into a hoard of ants. She sits across from his at breakfast and makes fun of how much milk he puts on his cornflakes so he takes all the honey off the table and hides it so she can’t put any on her toast. The next week he finds his bed dripping in honey with her sitting on Sirius’s bed, wearing a shit-eating grin the size of Brighton. They’ve become friends while he wasn’t looking and he doesn’t really know what to do with that.

Her cat gets something in its paw and while he’s holding it down she tries to get it out. It scratches her neck and she uses a cushion to stem the blood while still fighting with the cat. She’s honestly insane. She tells him that Ophelia is named for a character in the play Hamlet, so he orders a copy and finishes it in three weeks while not understanding a single thing. What he does grasp however, after asking Remus to read it to, is that Ophelia dies by drowning, which is completely ironic.

“How do you figure?” she asks, throwing a balled up piece of paper while lying flat on his bed

“Because you named your cat after someone that drowned. Your cat. When cats hate water.”


She turns to him, stares, and then starts laughing so hard she rolls off his bed and onto the floor. And then he’s laughing because she is, and he really just can’t help himself. She asks him why he does Divination at all and he says because he and Sirius put on a huge act of predicting Sirius’s imminent death at the end of every class, complete with Sirius fainting into his arms with horror and paying Moony three galleons to make the lights flicker. The next Tuesday just before Sirius is due to faint he sees her sitting on the roof outside the window, and he’s so surprised he forgets to catch Sirius, who falls into a bunch of candles almost fulfils the prediction.

He notices that purple notebook of hers, how she pulls it out during classes and while sitting on the floor with her friends. He wonders what she writes in there, if she draws pictures of if it’s a diary. The grass stains, he realises, come from her going to lie down in the grass outside while using a muggle pen to write with. He’s never seen one before in his life, and she shows him how it writes without any ink as he imagines all of the fantastic pranks he could pull on Sirius. He tells her this, and they scheme together, leaning against a tree and eventually falling asleep, with her legs over his and head against his shoulder. That is, until Minnie is hovering over them in her tartan dressing gown and kicking him in the leg, yelling about it being two in the morning, but whatever. Worth it.

She and her friends throw bread rolls they stole from lunch at him while he’s doing Quidditch practise. Soon, this becomes a thing and Sirius, Remus and Peter have all joined in, saying it’s ‘bludger practise’ and ‘for the good of the game’. He catches five in his mouth in a row once and she charms his robes to flash ‘BIG MOUTH’ on the butt. He can’t stop thinking about that detention an age ago, when they scrubbed the fourth floor corridor in silence and how she had hated him.

He can’t even imagine doing that now, being in a room with Lily and not talking would be walking past a black hole and not getting sucked in. There is just so much he wants to tell her, about pranks and how he is allergic to strawberries and that one time he fell off the roof and broke his jaw when he was eight. He wants to learn everything about her, if she likes chocolate or vanilla, what her favourite song when she was five, how did the first pet she had die, would she go to space if she could, how she knew she was a wizard.

(vanilla, ‘if you’re happy and you know it clap your hands’, it was a frog and she sprayed it with the families hose so hard it fell off a ledge,  hell yes, because flowers didn’t die once she picked them)

In the month till the Quidditch final he loses his mind, practising every day and slipping out of conversations to go over strategy in his head. He can’t lose this, expectations piled so high that he wonders if his broom will be able to take the weight. “Relax James,” she says at breakfast, while they’re walking the halls, in the common room, “Everything will be fine.” Her voice sort of, quiets that part of his brain a little. It often plays on loops as he tries to fall asleep.

Then all at once, it is too much again. He’s pacing the common room at three .a.m., scared out of his mind that he’s going to let everybody down.  It’s too hard and he’s going to fail and oh no oh no oh no but then she’s there, holding his face and saying shhh James, it’s okay. James, look at me, alright? Just look at me. And he is. Oh god he is.

They play the game, and they win, and there is a party, and everyone is drunk, and it is madness. They spill out into the castle with Sirius roaring ‘WE MURDERED THEM’ while running up and down the halls topless, making three girls faint and Remus roll his eyes before (after three more drinks) joining in. He’s happy, because he did it and because everyone else is. That’s the best thing about Quidditch, besides flying, it makes everyone delirious. He stops Marlene from going upstairs with Lyle Parrish because she’ll regret it in the morning and Mary is found trying to convince a suit of armour to go stargazing with her at around three.

He notices she isn’t there because he always notices. He finds her on the pitch, after wandering around empty classrooms for an hour. She’s looking up at the sky, with her purple notebook in one hand and the other tracing shapes on her knee. It’s cold, and he runs out to her, standing the middle of the field like a post. “Congratulations” she says and he can’t stop looking at her. He can see her through the dark, glowing right through her t-shirt.

“Yeah.” He swallows because he’s had a few and so has she and it’s foggy and she’s still looking at the sky and he wants to do something but he doesn’t know what. He’s thinking of pulling out a cigarette just so his hands stop shaking and all at once he’s fifteen again, pacing the bathroom and thinking of her until his brain wants to bleed out. She’s looking at him now, really looking, and then she’s on the ground scribbling in the goddamn purple notebook with the grass stains

“Why are you always writing in that thing?” he says because he can see her combat boots with the flowers on the toe sticking out from under her palepale legs like a dream.

She shuts it and stands upright again, head tilted to him and voice unwavering. “Because I never want to forget.” She says and he can see her breath in front of him. Her combat boots look just the same as they did two years ago when he was fifteen and she tipped water down the back of his jumper and it wasn’t love then but it is now. It is now.

Care Giver Pt 15 by Y. Black & Dscurve

Sorry for the wait but its here. @dscurve preciate the patience love.


    I had the best poker face. Hearing the word “pussy” out of Kelvin’s mouth was like adding fire to dry wood! If I got off this counter there was bound to be a wet spot! Kelvin walked back over standing in front of me with his eyes looking through to my soul. He looked down at my thighs crossed tight and I began to breathe shallow. My erect nipples sitting at attention as my eyes stayed glued on him. I hadn’t put a lick of clothing on today and it was almost after 10am! He walked closer to me never breaking eye contact, “You know I handle my pussy.” His teeth sank into his bottom lip as his eyes dropped down to my nipples. I couldn’t even speak I was trapped in a fog. “You know what I like to do to wet… tight… pussy?” he was inches away from me as goose bumps traveled up my arm, his lips grazed my earlobe as he groped my breasts. I moaned as Helen’s satin robe dropped silently to the floor. Softly she walked over to me just as Kelvin pulled my hips forward to the edge of the counter. “Let me show you what I love to do to pussy…. Pretty pussy….” His middle finger slips between my pink folds and I close my eyes as it slides up and down my juices coat his finger. “Fucking wet pussy…” He rubbed just inside my pussy lips as this sexual high engulfed me, Helen’s soft lips suctioned around my right nipple and I instinctively place a hand on her head and watch as she sucks and rolls her tongue across my nipple. “Aaaaaahhh…” I moan as Kelvin bends over and pulls his sweats down, gripping his dick with his left hand he begins stroking it, leaning over he takes my left breast into his mouth and mimics Helen’s tongue. “O God…..” I moan as Helen’s manicured finger slides in and out of my pussy. My chest rises and falls heavily as they moan and suck on my breasts. Kelvin slides his sweats completely off kicking them to the side and kneeling between my thighs. He’s careful to put my stiletto foot on his shoulder as his tongue dives inside my pussy! “OOOOoooo!” I moan as Helen steps back Kelvin’s tongue glides along my walls as his tongue presses against my clit. “Ooooooooo!” I moan watching Helen run her fingers up Kelvin’s back, gripping his shoulders as she leans forward her breasts sit on the back of his head, her soft lips clasp around my clit! “FUCK!” I yell as the two of them torture my senses I grip the counter edge tight fighting against gravity! “OOOOOooo… OOOooooo…” I’m so close to cumming but I don’t want them stop. I lift my ass sitting it down barely on the edge of the counter as Kelvin wraps his arms beneath my thighs securing my position. Helen finally releases her hold on me and drops to her knees behind Kelvin. He stops eating my pussy to look down as she parts his legs and slides between them on her back. I smile as she sits up taking his dick into her mouth. “FUCK!” Kelvin says looking at me with such passion. “I’m going to suck the hell out of this pussy!” I begin panting again, “Do it Kelvin” I beg leaning back as his tongue cradles inside my pussy, it darts back and forth, in a circle, around my clit…. He’s pulling out all his tricks as his tongue demands my cream I grind on his face as I moan loudly. I can hear Helen moaning on his dick, Kelvin begins moaning into my pussy as he draws closer to his nut. He suddenly sucks hard on my clit and I scream in excitement but I won’t give him what he wants yet he can’t hold his nut and moans hard on my clit as Helen swallows his load! “AAAAAAAAHH!” his muffled moan rattles my clit as I sit up on my elbows and rock my hips. Helen lies down on the floor and laughs, my ass above her head as she strokes his dick he buries his tongue deep inside me again. “Give me that sweet cream…. I want that pussy cream…. That sweet tasting pussy cream…” I close my eyes and lean my head back, “Stop saying pussy please…” I can feel the muscles in face move against my thighs as he smiles, then I jump suddenly as Helen’s hot wet tongue glides across my asshole! “Wait!” I say unsure if I can handle all this but neither listen as Kelvin sinks his tongue deep I can’t help but grind on it as Helen’s tongue slides inside me I cry out in pleasure! “OOOOOO YYYYEEESS! FUCK! Don’t stop Kelvin! Don’t…. OOOOOOOooooo! OOOOOOOoooo! OOOOOOOOOOO!” My body shakes on the counter, my stiletto heel scraps his back as he slurps up my cream! “O MY GOD!” I moan breathing hard on the counter as he licks me clean. Finally the cool air hits my pussy as he stands to his feet. I look down to see his veiny dick hard in his hand as he looks at me menacing. He thrusts his dick hard inside my soaking wet pussy, grabbing my thighs tight as he leans back on heels and pumps his dick! “AAAAAAHH Yes! FUCK! FUCK Janay! That wet pussy fucking feel good! Helen moans and Kelvin looks down as I see her hands palm his ass, she sucks on his balls…. He begins panting loud as she sucks each one, I become so aroused watching his senses heightened! “AAAAAaahhh…. AAaaaaaah…” He keeps moaning, pulling me hard to the end of the counter again, and my lower back now on the edge bangs hard against it as he pumps his dick in and out of my pussy! “FUCK Janay! I know you like this hard fucking dick!” I moan and then squeal as I feel Helen tongue on my lower pussy, it slides on Kelvin’s shaft as it goes in and out my pussy, her nose against my asshole as I squeeze the marble for dear life Kelvin moans louder! “FUCK! FUCK!” He buries his dick deep inside me thrusting as Helen resumes sucking the bottom of his shaft, massaging his balls. “O FUCK! O FUCK!” he yells, my nails sink into his forearms as I yell and cum with him. “OOOOOOO KELVIN!” He muscles flex as he keeps me from falling, small thrusts inside my pussy. He pulls me to him as he kisses me. “I love how your body reacts to me.” I smile, lowering my feet to the floor, Helen quickly gets out of the way as I use Kelvin to steady myself as I slip out of them. I lean towards his ear and whisper softly so Helen can’t hear me. He smiles and looks at her and I feel his dick grow stiff again. Helen is on her knees looking at us puzzled as I walk over to her and push her shoulders down to the floor. She smiles excited as Kelvin grabs her hips roughly, spreading her legs wide as he elevates her ass to his thighs, he enters her pussy at an angle and immediately begins thrusting fast and deep! “OOOOOOO!” she moans as her eyes light up, the death grip on her thighs leaves deep red marks as his balls bang against her. I arch my back and aim my mouth right for her clit, suction my lips around it and hold it tight as I suck on it and roll my tongue against it as Kelvin fucks her! “O FUCK!” she screams slapping me hard on my ass! I jump surprised by the unexpectedly slap but maintain my lock as I continue my method her body bucks wildly. “OOOOOO FUCK! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” She screams loud as water squirts out from her pussy! I release my hold kissing her pussy mound as Kelvin groans and pulls out I open my mouth eager as he thrusts his dick into my mouth I bob on it as he grips my head tight, driving his dick down past my tonsils, pumping his hips fast…. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!” His dick fills my throats as nut slides into my stomach. I hold my breath for a few seconds as his dick throbs in my throat, slowly he pulls out sitting back on his heels. I sit up wiping the edge of my mouth and again I’m surprised when Kelvin pulls me to him and kisses me. I lean back in his embrace to see his face to find him deep in my eyes. “Please… be my girlfriend.” I shocked and scared as I search his eyes for deception I fail capturing only honesty and love. “O…Okay. I’ll be your girlfriend.” He kisses me again as Helen gets to her feet. This man has truly got me sprung.


I quickly went for my robe and was poised to make my exit. They’d gotten real sentimental real quick. I didn’t want to make this awkward. I threw my robe on and was reaching for the door. As soon as my hand clutched the knob I was pulled back. “And where are you going?” Janay questioned me. I was a bit surprised and hesitated. “Umm I’m headed home; you guys look to be well pleased and need to work some things out.” I really didn’t know any other way to put it. There was a bit of a silence as she looked back at Kelvin. Without looking at me she said “We want you to stay, we have to discuss you as well.” I was shocked to say the least. I had messed with girls and guys but this all of a sudden felt like something different.  I was game to figure things out though.


Shit was running a smooth as you could imagine. It had been a couple weeks since the whole little squabble in the breezeway. I was getting comfortable in my new office and hospital. Things were looking pretty swell these days. Wait; let me back up for y’all. So that day we got it poppin’ in the foyer, the conversation got into some real depth. How Janay was really feelin me, but she like the dynamic Helen brought to the bedroom. But she also expressed how the joy that they together brought me and she didn’t want that to go way. I was floored to be completely honest but my poker face is strong. But I wasn’t expecting none of this; and for her to initiate all of it was even more mind boggling. After the whole debacle with Marissa I would have never been in this position. So as I understood and took it was we were trying a poly situation. Shit was new for us all but I liked it thus far. I was just optimistic about everything. I was getting the pills back out to cuzzo so we were making that side of things pop. His store was booming. Everything was on the up and up.

I would rarely see Nay while on the clock. She too was still getting her feet wet at Regional Med. Even though that wouldn’t stop my mind from drifting in my spare time. I missed our little run-ins at the old hospital.  Shit today I was craving lil mama exceptionally bad. I decided to take a break from computer and office and go on a bit of a scavenger hunt. I’d looked Janay up in the hospital directory and found out she was on floor 4. I took my horny ass up there with at with all kinds of naught intentions running through my mind. I gave half ass smiles as I made my way to her quarters. When I arrived at her door it was still P-touched labeled with her name. I guess they hadn’t made the official door label. I quietly twisted the knob opening the door slowly; stepping inside; I wanted to surprise her. I crept in and inched the door closed behind me. I looked by her desk but her computer was on screensaver mode like she had been MIA for a while but, her door was unlocked. I found it odd but I didn’t read too much into it. I headed back towards the exit.  That was until I heard a whimper; I froze for a split second. Shaking my head I dismissed the sound, chalking it up to my own overzealous horniness. As my hot hand gripped the frigid knob I heard it again. This time I followed the melody, as it seemed to beckon for my attention. I had noticed the door when I first panned the room but I figured it was but a coat closet. I leaned in and put my ear to the door.  I could vividly hear slurping of what I could only imagine to be pussy lips followed by muffled moans. My scrubs did absolutely nothing to impede my stiffening dick. I couldn’t help but grab my shit as I tuned in. I wonder who was eating who. I knew it had to be Helen and Janay. I mean how could it not be? I was convinced till Janay walked thru her door and scared the fuck out of me.  “Kelvin!” She shot at me… “Shhhh… wait if you’re here then who’s in there?” “What are you talking about boy?” I waved her over to the door. “Come listen I whispered.” She strutted over and planted her ear to the door. Pulling her ear back she gave me a (what the fuck) kind of glare. I just raised my eyebrows and smirked. She reached for the knob but I redirected her hand to my own knob. She gripped it making firm eye contact with me. Slowly she began massaging me. “Mmmm… Put your ear back to the door and caress me in rhythm with the sounds they make baby.” I commanded in a whisper.  My good girl obeyed as we both listened in. Wasn’t long before my hands began to roam and fondle my lady. Her breathing began to deepen as our bodies drew near one another. “Baby I want you.” She muttered. “I want you too mama.” I spoke into her neck. “Shit we can’t do this here with them in my office.” She sobbed a bit.  “Oh but we can baby. You just have to keep it down. You remember how we had fun at the other hospital right.” My baby nodded. “So let’s indulge in each other, they’ve struck a match. Let’s give them a real flame.” Her skirt became scrunched up around her waist and her panties pushed to the side. Her pussy was already soaking wet. My mouth started salivating at the sensation between her thighs. With her ear still to the door she dug her nails into my flesh. I rubbed her clit making her knees weak. We made our way to her desk and were well past rounding third-base as the head of my dick was grazing her lips preparing for entry. Before I could get it in past the tip we heard the door opened and I froze. Janay popped up to a sitting position. I heard someone behind me say “Oh shit.” I was nervous as shit. Janay’s facial expression was confused and that didn’t help my nerves. I finally turned around. Man it was two whole grown ass men hanging their heads and shame. I was tempted to hang my head right along with them. I didn’t know how to feel. That shit fucked me all the way up. I looked back a Janay and she was trying everything he power to contain her laugh. “Really you two?” I put my dick back in my pants as any excitement he had was gone.  She was completely rolling. The two dudes slipped towards the door and threw their hands up in apology. I just nodded as big head was just completely beside herself. “Man I’ll see you later.” I walked out of her office feeling awkward as shit.

I meddled through the rest of the day. I couldn’t really focus much after that. Though I had to admit that was funny as fuck, when I sat back and thought about it. Initially the hyper-masculine side of me had me questioning myself and shit. But honestly how could I have known. I called Janay and she immediately began chuckling when she picked up. I let her know I was headed home and I was going to check on Helen and what not. She acknowledged what the game plan was and said she would stop by after work to see me. I made a mention of dinner for us later in the week and she was with it, just had to get lil mama take on it before I penciled it in. As I exited the door I felt like someone was extremely close behind me going into the garage. I stepped to the side. The person passed me and turned around quickly to face me.  “Kelvin we need to talk.” It was Marissa’s ass. I couldn’t fathom why she would even be here. “Naw I’m good there’s nothing to be said Marissa.”  

Semi-Hiatus Notice

So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I’m really not feeling wanted here. It’s a fact for me that no one really cares for me here. I can count on my hand how many people would really be affected by my leaving and it’s kinda disappointing. Anyways without going into details, my life has gotten pretty chaotic without the drama on her and I have way to many blogs to think about right now and far to little people caring about me. I’m not deleting, I’m just taking a break. I will be responding to a few rps here and there but i’ll be mostly silent otherwise.

If you really really need to talk to me or you want to stay in touch you can message my other blogs ( @oldertozier / @iipromiise ). Otherwise, I’ll see you when I come back… if I do.


“I’ve met your dad,” Nico says with a frown. He hesitates before shyly leaning into Will’s shoulder. Warmth fills him like it always does, and while Nico’s heart is pummeling in his chest, there’s a lingering after effect of serenity. 


“Did you?” Will sounds a little nervous. He’s been struggling through an anatomy book called Know Your Body for the past hour, but the reaction to Nico’s meeting Apollo already seems to frighten him even more. 


“He was the second god I ever met and he patted me on the head. It was like meeting a celebrity.” Nico bites the inside of his mouth, too embarrassed to meet Will’s eye. “But I like you better." 


"Good.” Will sounds ridiculously satisfied by the answer, which is concerning in itself. 

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Alby gets the text message a little after midnight, and he barely has the energy to move his arm and blindly reach for his phone, refusing to lift his face from where it’s pressed into his pillow.

It’s a message from Newt; Alby reads it squinting at his phone that shines too brightly in his dark room (apparently he can adjust those settings, but he still hasn’t figured out how). 

from: newt
when did u realise you were gay

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Getting Effie

Requested by Newlymadehobo: Hello you Wonderful Soul, I love your writing and if you have the time would you consider writing a post MJ fic about Effie and Haymitch living together but not being ‘together’ and she gets tired of this ambiguity of their relationship so she agrees to go on a date with someone else in town and Haymitch crashes the date in jealousy? Thanks for the many feels you’ve already imparted!

Getting Effie

The problem with the passage of time is how one learns to adapt and take for granted a given situation without truly realising it. It has been a year and a half since the war, and a year since Effie seems to have permanently occupied the guest bedroom in his house which means, Haymitch is used to her presence. She is a permanent fixture in his life.

Therefore, it has never occurred to him that there are any problems between them or that Effie is unhappy with their arrangement.

Sometimes, they kiss. Sometimes, she lets his hands wander, and at times he wants more. Once or twice, he has the impression that she is ready to take it further but he always put a lid on it and takes a step back. It isn’t easy to control temptations but there is more he wants from Effie than just sex and he refuses to push her, to ask for more than she is willing to give.

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You Lift Me Up // Liam Dunbar Imagine Part 1/2

Request: Hi! Can you write an oneshot/mini series (idk) where the reader is in a wheelchair and liam falls in love with her and helps her a lot like for example lifting her up on the stairs in his house idk just cute fluff :3

Pairing: Liam x Reader

Warnings: N/A

There will be a lot of more fluff in part 2!! 


Monday afternoons on the field are crowded at Beacon Hills High. It’s the day of the week every sports coach in existence decides it’s a perfect day for a practice because clearly the tournament the players had over the weekend wasn’t enough to tire them out. With the lacrosse team and the boys and girls soccer team, it’s safe to say the school really needs to invest in a new field.

“Alright girls,” (Y/N) shouts so the whole girl’s soccer team can hear her, “I know it’s really crowded and hot today but we’re gonna have a great practice! Ok?” She smiles genuinely at her team and gets mostly smiles back. (Y/N) is co-caption of the team. However, even though (Y/N) is younger than Jackie, the other caption who’s a senior, she gets more respect. Not only is it because (Y/N) is incredible at the sport but because Jackie is just mean and unreasonable and no one wants to deal with that. But she’s also good so she got the title.

“Let’s do some warm up drills then we’ll practice some foot work.” (Y/N) says and the girls starting to get up to get in their drill lines.

“We’re not gonna split the team and play a game?” Jackie ask in a rude tone while giving (Y/N) a nasty look. Jackie’s had it out for (Y/N) since last school year. As soon as (Y/N) joined the team her freshman year, Jackie saw how good she is. With that talent she immediately knew (Y/N) would be a threat to her shot at captain. And she was right. Here they are with two captains instead of one.

(Y/N)’s unphased by Jackie’s usual attitude, “We can do that tomorrow. It’s too crowded. We won’t have enough room. Besides, the heat is almost unbearable today and we don’t want anyone passing out.” Jackie rolls her eyes and nods because she knows (Y/N) is right. The team breaks into their lines and (Y/N) and Jackie lead the drills.
Liam, Scott, Stiles, Kira, and the rest of lacrosse team, are lined taking turns trying to shoot a goal with a goalie in position. It’s how they start of every practice. Liam stops talking to his three friends behind him because it’s his turn to shoot. He makes the goal and jogs to the back of the line. Liam looks around the crowded field to as he stands waiting for Scott to join him in the back of the line. His eyes meet with a girl on the soccer team who seems to be leading drills. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she’s wearing casual clothes, Nike leggings and a tank top, but Liam still notices how pretty she is. She’s shouting encouraging things to her team mates and even with an annoyingly crowed field and scorching sun, she still has a smile on her face. He can see how skilled she is at soccer by watching her.

“Liam!” Scott yells snapping Liam out of his trance.

“What?” He ask.

“What were you staring at? That’s the third time I called your name.” Scott laughs.

“Nothing.” Liam lies. Scott doesn’t even have to hear his heart beat to know he’s lying through his teeth. Scott looks over in the direction Liam was looking.

“Is it one of the girls on the soccer team?”

“I wasn’t staring at anyone, Scott.”

“Alright. Whatever you say.” Scott sings.

“What are you guys talking about?” Kira ask as she comes to the back of the line.

“Liam likes one of the girls on the soccer team.” Scott smirks.

“I do not! I don’t even know her name!” Liam defends.

“So you were staring at someone!” Scott smiles proudly at himself for cracking Liam.


“That’s so cute!” Kira smiles. “Which one?”

“Not telling.” Liam says.

“Ugh, you’re no fun.” Kira pouts.

Practice is halfway over and Liam can’t stop staring at this girl. He’s trying to do it secretly because his friends are already onto him, but it’s not really working. He watches the girl as she walks over to her water bottle to get a drink but frowns when she realizes it’s empty. He can’t help but think how cute her little pout is. It looks like she tells the team she’s going to fill it up but then other girls ask her to fill theirs up to. She accepts with a smile on her face and grabs three other water bottles and starts to walk inside.

“Do you need me to fill up your water bottle?” Liam ask Stiles.

“Nope,” Stiles says popping the “p”, “Just filled it.” Stiles is about to get a sip of his water but Liam rips it out of his hand, opens the lip, and pours the whole thing out.

“I’ll fill it up for you.” Liam smiles and before Stiles can react, Liam is walking towards the school. He takes a deep breath before he turns onto the hallway of the nearest water fountain. He sees the girl filling up the first water bottle with the other three on top of the water fountain. Liam walks over to the bigger fountain that’s next to smaller fountain she’s using. She looks up, noticing someone is next to her, and smiles politely at him before turning her attention back to the water bottle so it doesn’t over flow. Liam can’t believe how beautiful she is closer up. She has beautiful eyes, beautiful lips, a beautiful smile, just insanely beautiful features.

“Hi.” Liam smiles.

She looks back up and smiles again. “Hey.”

“You’re really good out there. I was watching you,” Liam cringes at his word choice, “Not like watching you. That sounds creepy. I’m not a stalker or anything.” Liam laughs nervously.

(Y/N) blushes at the compliment and smiles at how cute Liam is. “I understand,” she laughs, “thanks. You’re really good too. I came to the lacrosse game last week and saw you play. Um I didn’t come just to see you play. That’d be weird. I just came and happened to see you play because you’re on the team…” (Y/N) trails off awkwardly and but Liam just finds it adorable. (Y/N) thinks about how her and her friends were in the stands and she just to happened to be swooning over how attractive Liam looks when he’s on the field.

“I’m Liam.” He smiles.

“(Y/N).” She smiles back.

“Uh do you need help filling those up?” He points to the other water bottles.

“Oh yeah that’d be great. The shorter the team is out there with just Jackie there to captain the better.” (Y/N) laughs.

“You’re a captain?” Liam ask impressed as he starts to fill a water bottle.

“Yeah well co-captain.” She nods.

“Good for you.” He says with a smile. (Y/N) finishes filling the last water bottle.

“Thanks for helping me. It was nice meeting you.” She says truthfully.

“Yeah you too. Hopefully we see more of each other.”

“Yeah I’d like that. Ok well bye.” She smiles one last time then turns around to make her way back outside. Liam smiles to himself as he fills up Stiles’s water bottle.


“Ok so we’ll do one on ones then we’re done for today.” Jackie yells to the team. One on ones are a way for the girls to practice the footwork they just learned. They start at half field and make their way down the field to shoot a goal while another girl plays defense and tries to steal the ball.

Practice is almost over and it’s time for Jackie and (Y/N) to do a one on one. One on ones are (Y/N)’s speciality simply because she has amazing footwork and she’s quick on her feet. Jackie has never beaten (Y/N) but she’s determined to this time. (Y/N) starts dribbling the ball down the field and Jackie does her job trying to steal. She’s not having so much luck and (Y/N) is almost at the net where she’ll have a clean shot. Jackie loses all sort of sportsmanship and respect and does an illegal move by quickly tripping (Y/N) then shoves her. She steals the ball and shoots and when she turns around to rub it in (Y/N)’s face, she sees (Y/N) on the floor holding her leg with her face scrunched up in pain.

Liam and Scott heard a bone break with their enhanced hearing. They turn around a see the girls soccer team crowded around someone on the floor. The two look at each other then run to the crowd, hoping there’s a way they can help. When they get there the crowd has gotten bigger and they push their way through. Liam’s breath catches in his throat when he sees that it’s (Y/N) on the floor.

“Ok everyone stand back! Give her some room please!” He shouts at the crowd and they listen. “Did you guys already call a paramedic?” He ask the girls. They all nod and say yes. Liam bends down to (Y/N) on the floor.

“Here take my hand in squeeze. I know you’re in pain. Let it out.” (Y/N) doesn’t need to be told twice. She grabs Liam’s hand and squeezes immediately. Even with Liam’s strength, damn this girl is strong. “You need to breathe too. You don’t want to pass out.”

(Y/N) nods. “I feel like you’re talking me through giving birth.” She laughs but then groans in pain. Even in pain, (Y/N) made a joke and Liam admires that. Liam wishes Scott could take away her pain but it would be too risky if her pain magically went away, as soon as Scott grabs her hand, in front of all these people.

Liam is right by her side talking her through it all the way up until her parents and the ambulance comes.
Liam sat awake in bed last night wondering (Y/N)’s condition. He wanted to text or call her to see how she’s doing but he doesn’t have her number. He asked Mason if he did by any chance but all Mason did was say he didn’t and the tease him about (Y/N). He’s walking down the hallway when he sees (Y/N) turn the corner but she’s in a wheelchair…

Liam immediately frowns feeling bad for her. He walks over to (Y/N) who’s getting help from a friend at her locker.

“Hey, (Y/N).” He smiles.

“Oh hey, Liam. How are you?” She ask in her usual happy mood.

“I’m good,” he nods. Before he can stop himself he says what he’s thinking, “You look really pretty today. Well not just today. You’re always pretty. You look good. Um ok anyway, how’s your leg? I mean I know it’s broken. You’re in a wheelchair and you’re wearing a cast but what’s your condition?” (Y/N) can’t help the smile that’s been growing on her face since Liam started talking. Not to mention the blush. Not only did he compliment her but he actually seems concerned for her well being.

“Yeah it’s broken but it could be worse. I need to be in a wheelchair for about a week so I don’t put any weight on it then when it heals more I can go to crutches. Luckily it’s the end of the season so I won’t be missing too much.” She shrugs. Liam finds it amazing how optimistic she is. He’s not so optimistic all the time so they’d balance each other out.

“That’s good. Well if you need anything, I’d love to help. Maybe we could swap numbers?” He ask nervously as he scratches the back of his neck.

“Yeah,” she smiles, “that’d be good.” The pair gives each other their phones and put their numbers in.

“I also wanted to say thanks. For how you helped me on the field. I probably would have started crying if you weren’t keeping me calm,” (Y/N) let’s out a laugh and Liam loves it, “How’d you even learn to do that? Talk someone through it like that?”

“It’s no problem. And I don’t know. I guess I’ve seen it done a couple times. You know, on the lacrosse field.” Liam says. The truth is that he’s seen the pack members do it to one other when someone gets hurt and it’s how Scott calms him down when Liam is having trouble controlling his shifting.

“Sorry to interrupt you guys,” (Y/N)’s friend says, “But I have to meet someone. Do you think you’ll be ok (Y/N)? Liam well help you with your stuff if you need it.” Before (Y/N) can respond, her friend is long gone. (Y/N) knows her friend is doing this on purpose. (Y/N) may have told her friend last night that she now has a little crush on Liam.

“You don’t need to help if you’re gonna be late for class. It’s ok.”

“No it’s fine! I’d love to help. Here let me grab your stuff.”

Liam picks up (Y/N)’s backpack and textbook and helps wheel her to the elevator. She scans the card they give to people who need the elevator and it opens. This time (Y/N) wheels herself in and Liam stands next to her as the elevator door closes. There’s a silence that’s not completely awkward but still not comfortable. Liam turns his head a little to observe (Y/N), which she can’t see because of the height she is when she’s sitting down. He watches her as she runs her fingers through her hair then rest her hands on her lap. She starts playing with her fingers then speaks.

“Um I never got the chance to say thank you. For the compliment earlier…” she fights the light blush that wants to make an appearance. She bites her lip nervously and Liam almost forgets he needs to respond because he’s too busy wishing he was biting her lip.

He smiles warmly, “You’re welcome. You don’t have to thank me. You probably get that all the time. I mean look at you.” (Y/N) laughs lightly and this blush isn’t so easy to hide and Liam thinks she’s cuter than cute.

She shrugs, “Not really. I don’t know. I keep to myself at first when I don’t know someone.” This is true. (Y/N)’s an extremely fun and outgoing person but not when you first meet her. She’s one of those people who starts to grow as you get to know her. “I guess I’m comfortable around you because I wasn’t shy when we first met.”

Liam smiles to himself. “I’m glad. That’s good to hear.”

The elevator door opens and Liam almost groans aloud when he sees the pack talking in front of Lydia’s locker. He told the pack about his little crush last night, not willingly, and he just knows they’ll tease him when they see the two together.

“Hey, Liam.” Malia says with a smirk on her face as soon as she sees the pair. The pack turns to Liam and (Y/N) and smile.

“Hey guys. This is-”

“(Y/N),” Scott finishes, “we know. You told us about her last night, remember?” Scott loves teasing Liam and embarrassing him. He’s grown to be a big brother to Liam and with love comes messing around with the kid.

“You’re right,” Lydia says, “she is pretty.” (Y/N) blushes and tries to hide her smile.

Stiles joins in, “Oh my gosh yeah he said you were pretty more than twice. The kid wouldn’t shut up.” The blush on her face is totally evident now.

“Alright,” Kira laughs “that’s enough embarrassment for one day. We hope you feel better soon, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) smiles, “Thanks guys,” the warning bell rings signaling they only have a few minutes left to get to class, “It was nice meeting you guys!” Everyone goes their separate direction and Liam goes with (Y/N) because their classes are in the same direction. (Y/N) stops her wheelchair at a class.

“Ugh I hate this class,” (Y/N) groans, “chemistry really sucks. I just don’t get certain things in it.” Suddenly Liam thinks of the perfect opportunity to get closer to her.

“If you want, I can help you out. My old school made me take it already so I could have enough credits to transfer here.”

“Oh my gosh, that would be great! I could use some help. I have a test next week if you want to help me study for it?”

Liam smiles, “Yeah sure. Would my house work?” He ask nervously.

“Yeah that works. Thanks Liam. Now go so you’re not late for class.” She smiles.

He shrugs, “Some things are worth being late for.” Liam smirks when he sees a blush on (Y/N)’s face and hears her heart skip a beat.

“I’ll see you later, Dunbar.” She smiles at him one last time before wheeling herself into her class.

Liam walks to his class with a smile on his face. If he couldn’t go without thinking about (Y/N) before, he definitely can’t now.


Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it. I also know almost nothing about lacrosse or soccer so please excuse me if I wrote anything stupid haha.


Happy Teen Wolf day!! x