When Bucky comes home, the apartment is empty, which, admittedly, isn’t exactly what he had been expecting.
For as long as Bucky’s known him, Steve has never once failed to greet him when he’d get home on his birthday. Not back in Brooklyn, and certainly not since Bucky came back to live with the guy here in the Twentieth century.
Steve takes birthdays very seriously. Even when he shouldn’t – something Bucky has experienced first hand, more than once. Like that time Steve had insisted on baking him a birthday cake, despite the fact that Steve’s the kind of guy who can’t even boil water successfully. The mere memory makes Bucky’s throat constrict, and he quickly pushes the thought away before it can grow all too vivid.
He sets his bag down by the door and toes off his shoes. It’s a weird rule, but he knows that Steve will throw a minor fit if Bucky walks in with his boots on – especially seeing as it has been pouring rain all day long.
Bucky’s jacket is still dripping a little as he hangs it up. He pulls his metal fingers through his hair, knowing that it’s wet, even though the sensation registered by his nerve endings doesn’t translate exactly the same way as it would have with his other hand. It’s still an odd feeling. Tony’s been working hard on this new sensory module for his arm, and so far, Bucky is now able to actually feel a whole range of different things compared to what he had been before. Heat, cold, and pressure had always been there, but the little things… Those are what throw him off, still.
Like being able to feel the rain, for example. Which had been the reason why he’d decided to walk home in the first place, rather than take a cab – with the left sleeve of his jacket pulled up all the way to the elbow, just because he could.
The rain is his favorite sensation so far, and he’s already relishing in the thought of the similar, falling water in the shower he’s going to take in a matter of minutes, when he spots the Post-It note that’s been stuck to the center of the hallway mirror.
It’s in Steve’s handwriting – soft and curvy – and Bucky tugs it from the mirror with a curious frown. The note says a single word.
Note: feedback is welcome! I loved this request, omg.
Request: I adore ur writing and was wondering if u could do where the reader is like Clints daughter and last time Bucky saw her was when she was younger and now she’s grown up and he starts feeling things and ya know maybe throw some make out in there and some touchy stuff ;) and DOLL JESUS PLS YES LOVE U - @iblamemichael181
Clint was probably as excited as you were to finally have you back at Stark Tower in a few short hours. You haven’t been there in so many years, you actually lost count. You were tired of the country life and you desperately needed a change in scenery.
Your dad said you had a place at Stark Tower anytime you wanted to visit the city and your family, as he calls them. So, you packed your bags and told your dad you wanted to visit.
Your mom was a little more reluctant to let you go, she always wanted to make sure you were safe. Clint assured her time and time again that nobody would be able to mess with you, not when you had an army of Avengers by your side. After convincing her to let you leave, you made your way to the jet Tony had so kindly sent out for you.
Clint was pacing along the common room floor, checking the clock every five minutes. “Clint, she’ll be here. Sit down, you’re making me nervous.” Tony said with a loud sigh. Clint shook his head and stopped pacing, turning to face the others. “She hasn’t been here in years, I just want her to feel at home.” Clint said, checking the clock once again. You should be landing anytime now.
The team was talking among themselves, all gathered around, waiting for you to get there. Everyone was excited to see you again, only remembering you as your younger self. They always tried to keep in touch, mostly Steve and Nat than anyone else.
Soon after, the jet finally landed on the roof of the Tower and Clint basically screeched in excitement, causing the team to laugh. “Jesus.” Sam muttered, shaking his head as he chuckled. The team all stood around in a welcoming line, ready to see you.
Clint stood in front of them, a big smile on his face. “I can’t wait to see her!” Nat squealed, bouncing on her feet. Steve smiled and nodded. “Me either, I wonder how much she’s grown.” Steve said, staring at the elevator anxiously.
Bucky stood beside Steve, his hands stuffed in his pockets. “Y'think she’ll remember me?” Bucky asked quietly, catching Steve’s attention. You had just briefly met Bucky the last time you had visited the Tower, you didn’t have a lot of time to stay. You were much younger and didn’t get to properly warm up to him.
Steve turned to Bucky, a small look of shock on his face. “Of course she’ll remember you, Buck.” Steve said, nudging Bucky’s side. Bucky smiled and sighed. He enjoyed having you around that one time, you were young and full of energy. You made everyone smile and just made the place feel happy. Bucky could remember how you wore pigtails in your hair and wore little sundresses, he thought you were such an adorable little girl.
You sighed, nervously playing with the hem of your sundress. The elevator suddenly dinged and the doors opened. You saw the entire team standing with big smiles on their faces. “Y/N!” Clint and Nat both yelled, rushing over to you.
You smiled shyly and set your bags down, letting your dad pick you up and twirl you around. Clint’s smile was so wide and you couldn’t help but squeeze him tightly. “Dad!” You said, your arms tight around his neck. You laughed as he set you down and you turned to a rather overly excited Nat.
“My turn!” She yelled, pulling you into a tight embrace. “You’ve grown up so much!” She yelled excitedly. You hugged her back and she swayed you from side to side. “I’ve missed you!” You yelled back, smiling as she giggled into your ear.
She pulled away and you turned to see Steve standing there. You squealed as you ran and hopped up, wrapping yourself around Steve. “Steeviiieee!” You yelled, hearing him chuckle. “Y/N!” Steve yelled back, twirling you around just like Clint did. He set you down on your feet, helping you keep steady.
You beamed up at Steve, your hands resting on his biceps. “Dang, Brooklyn! Those muscles have grown!” You said, your eyes and mouth wide in amazement. Steve playfully flexed under your hold and chuckled. “You haven’t grown much height wise, but wow! You’re so beautiful!” Steve said, causing Clint to clear his throat, eyeing Steve. “Oh Dad, stop it.” You said giggling. Steve pulled you along, your dad and Nat following behind.
You shyly waved at everyone and Tony stepped forward now, gaining your attention. “Okay, has it really been that long?” Tony asked, giving you a tight hug. You smiled and gave his back a light pat. “It has.” You pulled away, “You’ve gone grey.” You said, making Tony gasp and pull away from you. “Dammit!” He yelled but you stopped him before he could rush to the nearest mirror. “I’m kidding!” You laughed along with everyone else.
You shared hugs with everyone and it was time you reunited with Bucky. You smiled and Bucky stepped forward, his eyes raking up your body. “Y/N, you’ve grown.” Bucky said, letting out a breathy chuckle and pulled you into a hug. “It’s been so long, Doll.” Bucky said, causing the room to fall silent at the sudden nickname. You smiled and hugged Bucky back, feeling his arms tighten around you.
Your heart started to race in your chest and you blushed, noticing Bucky held you longer than anyone else did. Clint cleared his throat again and you quickly separated from Bucky. You noticed Bucky’s eyes fall to your cleavage as you pulled away. “I know, I’m sorry I was away for so long. We have so much to catch up on!” You said, smiling up at Bucky. His blue eyes locked with yours and you swear you could see him blushing.
You heard Sam snicker. “Oh, boy.” He whispered, though nobody commented on it. Clint held your bags and smiled at you. “I wanna show you your room. Tony and the others are gonna start dinner. We’re all gonna hang out outside, we’re having burgers!” Your dad smiled widely, dragging you away from everyone.
You turned to wave and Bucky stood there, seemingly full of shock. You turned back to the elevator and the doors closed, taking you to your room. “How was the flight?” Clint asked, rubbing your back. You smiled. “That man and his fancy jets.” You laughed softly, your dad doing the same.
A few hours passed and you caught up with everyone pretty quickly. They were all surprised at how much you had grown up over the years. You enjoyed talking to the team and every now and then, you would catch Bucky staring at you. You felt some sort of connection between each other.
You were all sitting at a table in the backyard, eating dinner. The sun was just beginning to set and you were laughing at something Tony said. “I swear, you never left the tower without wearing a sundress! I don’t know what it is.” Tony said, making you smile. “My mom always bought them for me when I was little,” You shrugged, “It stuck with me, I guess.” You said, watching Tony nod with a smile.
The conversation carried on and you noticed Bucky looking at you again. You had to admit he has gotten a lot more muscular and he was a very handsome man. You blushed when he winked at you and you felt an elbow gently jab your arm. You turned to Nat, seeing her sip from her cup, her eyebrow quirked. You sent a questioning look at her, but you knew what she was hinting at.
Bruce cleared his throat and looked at you. “So, Y/N, you went to college, didn’t you?” Bruce asked, his eyes kind and his smile small. You nodded. “I did! I really enjoyed it, but I’m not entirely sure what I want to do.” You said, feeling everyone’s eyes on you. Bruce nodded, smiling at you. “That’s understandable.” He commented.
Sam smirked at you. “Party a lot?” Sam asked, making you blush. You giggled and rolled your eyes. “No, I was too busy for all of that.” You replied, shaking your head. Sam smirked again, leaning in closer to you. He was sitting right across from you.
“No time for a boyfriend either?” Sam asked, earning a slap to his arm from Steve. “OW! It was just a question.” Sam said, furrowing his eyebrows at Steve. “Wings off, Sam.” Steve said in a stern voice. Everyone laughed and you blushed, slowly looking over at Bucky. Bucky’s head was hanging down a tad and he was picking at his food.
You sighed softly and turned your attention back to everyone else. Clint was staring daggers at Sam and you rolled your eyes, smiling to yourself. Your dad was always protective about a guy stepping into your life. He wanted someone he approved of and you feel like the only guy your dad would approve of would be Steve, but your eyes have been on Bucky since you got here.
You felt something in your gut when you look at Bucky. Something is drawing you in and you were nervous, yet you wanted to be near him so badly. You wanted to touch him, feel him, hold him, in the most innocent sense. But also in another sense of those words. The way his hair was hanging loosely in his makeshift bun and the tight black tank top he was wearing now made your mouth water.
A snap of two fingers broke you out of your thoughts and you jumped slightly in your spot. “Hm?” You asked, looking towards Wanda. “You okay?” She asked, looking at you. You sighed and cleared your throat. “I-I just need to use the ladies room. I’ll be back.” You rushed, standing from your seat. “Is everything alright?” Clint asked, putting down his cup. His eyebrows were creased together with worry. All eyes were on you, even Bucky’s.
You nodded and gave your dad a small smile. “I just need some fresh air.” You said before walking away and up the stone path that led to a back door. “Aren’t we outside?” Vision questioned as you walked off. The team all looked over to you and Bucky watched your figure walking away, his tongue lightly darting out to wet his lips. (refer to gif omg)
You sighed and shook your head, more thoughts of Bucky coming into your mind. What was wrong with you? You just got here today after years of being gone, why are you already catching feelings for someone like you’re desperate for a guy? But you just couldn’t help it, Bucky was just so hot. He was nice, too.
You walked up to the elevator, sighing again. You looked at the buttons, your floor number disappearing from your clouded mind. You bit your lip, wiggling your fingers as you tried to remember it. You looked at the mass amount of floor numbers and pressed what you thought was yours. You waited patiently for it stop.
As the doors opened, you slowly walked out, seeing a floor similar to yours. You hoped you got it right, but as you walked down the long hallway, the musky cologne smell from the three rooms made you realize that this was not your floor. You kept walking down the hallway anyways, looking at the decorations on the doors as you walked by.
You walked by Sam’s room, a sign saying “Falcons Only” on his door with a drawing of him hanging off of it. You smiled and looked to your left, right across was Steve’s door. It had a decal of his shield on it, with a small picture of him and the team pinned to it. You stepped up to his door and gently let your fingers touch the photo. You giggled when you noticed the bunny ears Sam held above Bucky’s head.
Your eyes remained on Bucky’s face for a little longer. His smile was genuine, his eyes squinted from his smile being so wide. His hair was framing his face and he had a cap on. He looked really happy and at peace with himself.
You smiled and moved away from Steve’s door, seeing another one at the end of the hall. There was a large window on the wall you faced. It was almost dark now, surely the team would be inside soon.
You waked over to the last door. There was nothing on it. No name tag, no drawing, no photos, no symbol of the Avenger who lived in this room. Curiosity getting the best of you, you turned the doorknob and peeked inside. The room was simple and had minimal in it. You walked inside, leaving the door cracked.
You looked around the room, looking for anything that would give you a hint of who occupied it. You saw a perfectly made bed, no wrinkles on it. There was no clutter, nothing out of place. Everything was neat and clean, organized as if the person hated clutter. A cluttered bedroom meant a cluttered mind. Maybe this person suffered with a cluttered mind before.
You walked over to the desk in the bedroom, seeing a few books. You recognized some of them, others you didn’t. A red journal shoved in between two books caught your attention. You knew you shouldn’t look, but you were in too deep now. Your fingers gently tugged the book free, not a speck of dust was on it. It was red and there was a star on it. Your fingers traced the star and you heard the door creak open.
A gasp fell from your lips and you turned to face the door, seeing Bucky standing there. “Bucky!” You squealed, holding the book to your chest, your heart racing and your breathing heavy. Bucky walked in and over to you, making you gulp. This must be his room and he didn’t look pleased to see you in here. Actually, you couldn’t tell how he felt. His eyes and expression were unreadable.
Bucky stood in front of you, his body towering over yours. His hand reached up and he tugged the book from your chest, his eyes glancing at your cleavage again. You took a shaky breath and Bucky leaned closer to you, his torso resting against your chest. Bucky slid the book back in its rightful place and you licked your lips nervously.
Bucky leaned back a little, his hand rising up to hold your waist. You gasped softly. “I-I’m sorry, I just-I, uh, I forgot my floor number.” You said quietly, looking up at Bucky. He held your waist with both hands now and he leaned back enough to look into your eyes. You felt small under his gaze, his blue eyes staring into yours. “Bucky?” You asked softly as he started leaning into you.
Your breath was uneven and Bucky’s lips ghosted over yours. “Tell me to stop.” Bucky whispered, his breath fanning over your mouth. Your eyelids fluttered a little and you felt Bucky squeeze your waist. You looked into Bucky’s eyes. “I-I,” you breathed, “Don’t.” You whispered back.
Bucky’s lips quirked into a smile and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You let your hands rest on his forearms, letting them glide up his arms and to his shoulders as you kissed him back. Bucky’s lips were soft and plump, perfectly moving with yours. You let your eyes flutter shut and sighed into the kiss.
Bucky pulled you closer and your wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes. Bucky easily picked you up as the kiss deepened, wrapping your legs around his waist. You carefully pulled out his hair tie, letting his thick hair fall, only to be tangled by your fingers. You gently tugged on it, hearing Bucky groan into the kiss.
He pulled away, your lips and his making a smacking sound. You breathed heavily, Bucky doing the same. He gently laid you down on your back on his bed, keeping your legs wrapped around him. His lips connected with yours again and you felt his tongue poke against your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, letting your tongue wrestle with his.
A moan fell from your lips and Bucky’s hands lifted your dress up, resting his hands on your thighs. Bucky ground his hips against yours and you moaned, feeling his crotch rub against you. His lips attached to the side of your neck and you gasped, tilting your head so he had better access. “Bucky.” You breathed, feeling him sucking on your pulse point. Bucky smirked against you and stopped sucking before he left a mark.
Bucky pulled away from you and you turned to look at him. His lips were wet and red from kissing you. “You’re so beautiful, Doll.” Bucky said, his hand gently caressing your cheek. You blushed and looked away from Bucky. “Hey,” Bucky kissed your cheek, “Look at me, Doll.” Bucky said softly. You giggled and looked at Bucky again, his eyes looking into yours.
Bucky smiled and leaned in, pressing his lips against yours again. You kissed him back, letting your fingers run through his hair. Bucky gasped a little, grinding his hips into yours again. You moaned softly and suddenly heard someone calling your name. You gasped and Bucky moved off of you, clearing his throat.
You quickly stood off Bucky’s bed, straightening your dress. Bucky stood away from you, rushing over to his desk to casually lean against it. The door suddenly opened and Steve looked inside. “There you are! I’ve been searching for you guys!” Steve said, sighing out. He looked between you and Bucky, noticing both of your red cheeks and the slightly messed up bed.
Steve pointed to the bed, his eyebrows furrowed. Steve scratched the back of his head and you blushed, shifting on your feet. You shyly looked at Bucky and he was blushing like you were. “You-your, the bed, Bucky.” Steve said, his eyes widening. “Don’t tell my Dad! Please!” You begged, seeing Sam barge into the room now. His eyebrows raised and he caught on quicker. “No way!” Sam said, laughing.
You groaned and walked over to Sam and Steve. “Promise me you won’t tell!” You pleaded as Bucky walked up to you. His arm slithered around your waist and Steve sighed, eyeing Bucky. “I won’t.” Steve finally said, looking at Sam. Sam stopped laughing and cleared his throat. “You have my word.” Sam said, smirking at you. You sighed and thanked the two guys before they left.
You turned to Bucky and he smiled down at you. “That was close.” You breathed, shyly smiling at Bucky. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your stomach erupted with butterflies. “Let’s go before someone else comes in.” Bucky said, grabbing your hand. You smiled, looking down at your joined hands, suddenly not caring if anyone saw it. Not even your dad.
You were happy you decided to visit again.
Note: oh gosh, I hope you like this. the ending sucked, I feel like. :( thanks for the request, sweetie! feedback is welcome, I love when you guys let me know you enjoy my writing! .c
summary: a round of rough sex with luke in an l.a. party is a good way to end the night.
word count: 2,125
warnings: deals w cheating and also SMUT nasty rough smut with dom!luke because i cant imagine him being vanilla + wall fucking and mirror fucking + choking… lol and i might’ve said ‘cock’ a little too much? … anyways
AN: hey everyone! this is my first deh oneshot, so i hope you enjoy.
July 10: Connor and Evan have been dating for a few months now, and today is Evan’s birthday. Connor has no idea what to get him, so he seeks help from his sister Zoe and Evan’s other friend Jared. Unfortunately, they’re as clueless as he is.
Word Count: 1,123
“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!” Connor panicked, pacing back and forth in his bedroom.
It was currently noon, and Connor had planned to pick up Evan for a little birthday date at four, but there was one problem. He didn’t have a present.
“Dude, calm down. Just get him like a plant or something. He likes trees, right?” Jared sat in Connor’s office chair, spinning in circles and acting calmer than the Murphy boy.
“Why don’t you buy him a Keurig? Everyone loves Keurigs,” Zoe chimed in. She was sprawled out on Connor’s bed with her head hanging upside down off the side.
I Thought We Already Weren’t PART 2 (Peter Parker x Reader Angst)
Request: anonymous asked: Ooh I love angst!! Can you do something where the reader has a huge crush on peter but he likes Liz and he asks her out on date and he asks the reader for help with everything so she basically plans the whole thing for him and he keeps saying things like “wow ur such a good friend” and out of jealousy she asks Flash on a date and they start to go out and Peter says he’s not good enough for her and they get into a huge argument and deicde it’s better if they stop being friends…
Word Count: 1,386
Warning: angst (yay), dating Flash (is that a warning?)
A/N: IT’S HERE!!! the much anticipated, highly demanded PART 2!! omygod i cannot express how EXCITED AND THRILLED i was to see how much you guys loved the first part. i was honestly so surprised and holy crap i didn’t expect it to blow up that much and that quickly! you guys have no idea how much that meant to me and just thank you for loving it ❤️❤️❤️
anyway this is much shorter than the first part, because i actually got an idea so this can be a sort of set up to a possible 3rd part???? also there’s this one part/line in here that i’m especially proud of cuz it’s especially sad/angsty and i decided to be evil like that haha sorry (not rly) but i’m curious to see if you guys can pick out which line it is.
thanks again SO MUCH to the anon who requested this, this was such a good request ❤️❤️❤️ (pls reveal yourself to me if you can so i can spam you with much love and thanks)
You tucked your hands under your arms as you anxiously waited by the curb. The crisp night air was brushing against your face. You checked your watch for probably the thousandth time. Even though there were still a good five minutes until seven, a different kind of cold began to grow in your stomach. The confidence you had when you started this mess was nowhere to be found.
What if he didn’t show up? You must look like such a hopeful idiot, waiting here on the curb in the nicest shit you could dig up from your mediocre closet. Maybe you overstepped yourself. What if you were seen as desperate? So desperate that you asked out the biggest ass in school?
This was a mistake you thought. I should just go back upstairs. He’s probably not even gonna show up anyway. But what if he does? Better I reject him rather than the other way around I guess? He does need a bit of rejection in his life.
You glanced down at your watch again. Two minutes. You’d wait here two minutes more. Give Flash at least one minute past seven, then that’s it. If he wasn’t here, you were going back up. You’d have to find some other way to distract yourself.
Just as you thought this, a flash of silver zoomed into your vision, screeching to a halt right in front of you. Flash leaned his arm over to the passengers seat, nonchalantly tilting his head toward you.
“Someone ask for a hot date?” he smirked, one eyebrow raised.
“I asked to be wowed,” you scoffed, reaching for the car door. Still unsure if you were going to regret this or not, you fastened your seatbelt. You didn’t hear Flash’s reply as an odd feeling washed over you, like you were being watched. You glanced around uneasily, but passed it off as maybe you were just really really nervous. “Let’s just get this show on the road, shall we?”
Unbeknownst to you, as the convertible peeled away, a figure leapt from a roof, swinging a safe distance behind it.
Peter watched grimly from the rooftop across the street as you turned back to smile and wave. He was relieved that there no sincerity in it at all. However, even with that comfort, he still couldn’t believe you had actually gone through with it. You had actually gone on a date with Flash. Goddamn fucking Flash.
He waited a little while after he saw the light turn on in your bedroom window. He did feel a little guilty for ‘tagging along’ the whole night. But it was for your safety, because he still cared, that’s all. Well maybe it was a little more than ‘just caring’, but he refused to acknowledge any more than that as he fired a web, headed home.
Those good ol’ crappy Monday blues washed over you as you yawned, lazily shutting your locker. Trudging to the cafeteria, you met Ned along the way.
“So,” he prodded, “how was it?”
You shrugged, “It was distracting.”
“Like actually? Like you didn’t think about you-know-who at all?”
“No, keep your voice down!” you hissed. “But yeah it surprisingly was really distracting, acting interested in his lavish, spoiled-brat life. The food helped too; it was all soooooo good.”
“Damn. Expensive though?”
“So, what? Are you gonna do it again since it worked? Is it even worth it?”
“Probably,” you replied. You felt a little guilty, using someone like this (even if it was Flash). As soon as you both had sat down at your usual spot, that raspy voice plopped down next you.
“Hey there, beautiful,” Flash leaned his elbow on the table, trying to appear cool.
You had to keep from laughing. “Hey, Flash,” you dragged out each vowel, hoping you didn’t sound too annoyed.
“So… Friday… I’d say you were pretty wowed, weren’t you?” Pausing from pulling out your lunch, you dramatically cocked your head, thinking. You could feel Peter’s eyes on you from two tables away.
“A little,” you sighed, turning to face Flash. “Your choice in venue was the only thing that really wowed me. That and the food.” He raised an eyebrow. “I dunno, I guess I just expected a little more, considering how much you boast about you being such a ‘great date’—”
“Hm, not easily impressed I see,” he squinted at you. “Wouldn’t have pegged you for the picky type, (Y/N).”
You chuckled, smirking, “You’d be surprised, Flash.” You met his eyes, silently challenging him. Knowing there was no way your confession of ‘not being wowed’ didn’t offend him, you waited for his offer.
“Well, I got a sort of reputation to uphold, and I can’t have anyone less than impressed at my… wooing skills,” he began. Ned had to stifle a snort, averting his eyes from Flash’s glare. It was painfully obvious how suave he trying to appear. “How’s about same time this Friday?”
You raised your eyebrows, borderline flirtatiously (gasp! something you never did unless it was unconsciously to Peter), “I expect to be wowed.”
Flash swung his legs from under the table, spinning up, “Oh, and uh, don’t worry about what to wear; I’ll send you something nice,” he called back as he strolled away.
Eyebrows raised, impressed and somewhat uneasy, you turned back to Ned. He had the same expression on his face. You both exhaled, laughing in shock.
“Damn, (Y/N), I didn’t know you had game!” Ned snickered. “Got Flash frickin Thompson wrapped around your finger!”
A heat crept to your cheeks as you slapped his arm, hissing, “Dude!”
As you giggled, you caught a quick sight of those warm doe eyes out of the corner of your own. Instantly your cheeks fell and your lips pursed into a grimace. That blunt stabbing gnawed your gut. In that one short millisecond, you both connected for the first time in months through the same unacknowledged agony and heartache. Peter had quickly averted his gaze but you had already seen it. That sadness, that anger, and was that… regret? Everything you saw in him, you were all too familiar with.
Peter turned to Liz with a small grin that didn’t reach his eyes. He wasn’t just jealous; he was hurting. Just like you were. But you realized you didn’t feel the satisfaction you were craving. Peter was wearing that face that so often would cause you to immediately be ready to fight whoever/whatever made him like that. And now it was because of you. Hanging your head down, you felt the guilt settle in your stomach, wishing you hadn’t brought that upon him.
If Peter had laser vision, Flash head would have two eye-sized holes in them. “I’ll send you something nice.” That phrase echoed in Peter’s mind. Flash couldn’t do that. He couldn’t expect to just win you over by ‘sending something nice’. He looked back at you expecting to see that classic eye roll you reserved just for that asshat. Instead you laughed. You blushed. He could only register his clenched fists; the rest of his body had gone numb. His face dropped, weighed down by what felt like betrayal and sadness.
“So I guess they’re dating now?” Liz murmured, confused. “Huh. I would’ve never seen that coming.”
Peter turned to face her, trying to focus on the amazing human sat next to him. His girlfriend. Girlfriend. Odd. That word didn’t have the same ring to it as it did a few weeks ago. He was scared to realize that Liz didn’t have the same glow, either. Not like she had before. Not that she wasn’t any less beautiful, oh God no. Peter just couldn’t see her in the same light as he had when he’d so boldly and anxiously approached her that Tuesday so seemingly long ago.
Stop thinking like that, Peter told himself. None of this should be happening. He shouldn’t be experiencing what he was when he saw you. He shouldn’t be wanting to throttle Flash anymore than usual. He shouldn’t be thinking of Liz as any less than he had before. That word should have the same magical feeling to it. You and him should still be friends. Things should have never changed. There were all these things should be. But they weren’t.
Request: Hi! :) Can you write something where a reader is a young avenger and still in high school. She is learning russian as a third language and has trouble with speaking so Bucky try to help her ? Sorry for the mistakes english isn’t my first language.
Word Count: 1270
Pairing: bucky x reader
A/N: i dont speak russian so i dont know how accurate this is. also i hope u like this. side note, i kinda imagined reader to be like a freshman in college or something tbh
Since the moment Bucky walked into the kitchen, he couldn’t stop looking at you.
All your school supplies were strewn across the counter as you were perched upon a stool, hunched over looking at your notes. From the corner of your eye, you had noticed that Bucky had quietly come into the kitchen. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and instead of leaving he just leaned against the counter across from you.
It’s been a few minutes since he finished the water and now he his arms were crossed over his chest as he watched you studying intently. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why he was staring at you. It wasn’t like anything interesting was happening and your attention wasn’t on him.
“Что вы делали?” (what are you doing?)
“What?” You said, head snapping up with a confused expression on your face.
“Your notes,” he said, motioning to the papers lying in front of you, “they’re in Russian.”
“Oh yeah…those,” you grumbled under your breath.
“Я могу вам помочь?” (may i help you) Bucky asked as he walked towards the edge of the counter you were sitting on. He placed his hands on the cold surface and leaned forward, giving you an opportunity to catch a whiff of his cologne and you honestly didn’t know if you could focus if he stood so close to you.
“I’m not..I’m not very good at it,” you admitted, hanging your head down to look at your hands in your lap.
“все нормально.” (it’s okay)
“Seriously Bucky, I- um,” you paused and pulled one of your notes closer to you and read slowly, “Я не понимаю.” (i don’t understand) You winced at the sound of your own voice trying to pronounce the words correctly.
“So far so good,” Bucky said with a smile as he sat down on the stool next to you.
“Really?” You perked up immediately after hearing him compliment you, “my accent isn’t you know…cringe worthy?”
He let out a chuckle and pulled the paper out your hand and looked at it, “cringe worthy no…evident, yes.”
“Bucky!” You exclaimed, pushing him on the shoulder.
“Y/N!” He joked back, using the same high pitched tone you had used.
“So what exactly are you learning?” Bucky questioned after the laughter had died down.
“Just about everything. You know; introductions, asking for directions, romance, travel phrases,” you explained while you pointed to your notes that had the specific topics written on them.
Bucky felt a burst of confidence when he heard you say romance. Maybe now is the time, he thought to himself.
“Oh I know this one!” You exclaimed, “hold on…um…Меня зовут Y/N.” (my name is) Bucky let out a celebratory ‘yes!’ and high fived you. You couldn’t help but giggle at the excitement that Bucky was showing after just saying a simple phrase.
“У Вас красивое имя,” Bucky responded with a smirk as he looked at you, confusion etched onto your face. (you have a beautiful name)
“I don’t know that one,” you muttered.
“Okay, Okay. How about, Можно узнать побольше о Вас?” (can you tell me more about you?)
“Немного устал,” you responded with a chuckle. (a bit tired) Bucky let out a small laugh and shook his head and watched you smile at him.
“Ты такая красивая,” Bucky said after a moment of silence. (you are beautiful) He was examining your face, watching how your smile caused your cheeks to grow and how your eyes crinkled in the corner and that sometimes, when you found something extremely funny, you would scrunch up your nose.
You had no idea what he had said but from how the feeling in the room shifted to something else, you felt that he had something a little more intimate. Your smile faded only a bit and you thought hard about what you should say next, but there was an inner turmoil going on in your mind. Part of you thought it was wishful thinking that the tension turned into something more romantic but another part of you could somehow just feel that he felt the same thing you felt for him.
“Вы мне нравитесь,” (i like you) you whispered so softly that you might as well not have said anything. The grin that was on Bucky’s face was something that you wanted to witness for the rest of your life, it was beautiful and magical and everything about his face just screamed happiness.
“I like you too,” he said through his smile.
Both of you continued to gaze into each other’s eyes, completely missing the fact that Sam and Natasha had walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat. Sam made a silent gagging motion as he saw the lovesick expression on your faces and immediately Natasha nudged him in the side causing him to let out a loud welp. The noise brought you and Bucky out of the comforting bubble that was created around you. The look on Natasha’s face was one full of pride and amusement, since she knew how hard you had been crushing on the super soldier.
“So,” Sam started, “you gonna kiss or what?” Everyone in the kitchen let out a relieved laugh, thankful that no one decided to comment rudely on the situation.
“Могу ли я поцеловать тебя?” (may i kiss you?) Bucky asked as his hand reached up and cupped the side of your face, thumb running small soothing circles on the apple of your cheek. You didn’t know what he had asked but from the whispering chants of ‘do it, do it’ from Sam, you assumed you knew what he had wanted to do. All you could do was gently nod your head and run your tongue over your bottom lip.
Bucky smiled and leaned in. Just as you had imagined, his lips were unbelievably soft and he was gentle which you hadn’t really expected but loved anyways. His other hand came up to hold the other side of your face as your hands grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him closer, almost pulling him off his seat.
“Whoa there,” he breathed out as he pulled back a bit, trying to gain some balance after your pull.
“Sorry,” you replied giddily.
“Okay, since the make out sesh is over, Bucky do you wanna go train now?” Sam asked as he clapped his hands together in hopes of getting Bucky’s attention.
“You should go,” you whispered, pecking his lips softly, “Natasha can help me.” Bucky pulled back further to fully look at your face and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the unreadable expression Bucky had.
“No way is Natasha teaching you Russian. If this is what happens when someone teaches you a language then I want to be the only one to teach you.”
“Relax Barnes,” Natasha quipped up, “I’ve got my own kiss toy here,” she said as she threw an arm around Sam’s shoulders and kissed him on the cheek.
“Damn straight,” Sam commented.
“I’ll see you later, моя любовь,” (my love) Bucky said before giving you one last passionate kiss.
“Okay,” you giggled as you watched him walk off with Sam. Just as Natasha took Bucky’s place next to you, you heard Bucky say “I can’t believe you took me away from my girl.” To which both you and Natasha laughed about. You knew that you wouldn’t be learning anything with Nat next to you, instead you got ready to gush about what had previously taken place.
I’m pretty sure you sent this to me as crack so crack I’ll do.
“I never knew you were so… flexible?”
Adrien was in pure awe as Marinette’s legs tightened around him.
“I did ballet when I was little. It pays off in the long run.” Marinette explained shortly as her hands kept working.
In all honesty, Adrien wasn’t too sure what he should do. His arms were hanging by his side, not sure if he should hold onto her waist to offer her support. Her grip around his chest seemed pretty secure, she really got killer legs.
“Do you need me to hold your hair?” he offered.
“Nope, the bun is keeping it in place.”
Adrien gulped when he heard the word bun. He had honestly tried to ignore Marinette’s ass basically in his face until now. But it was right there, muscled and really nice and it was making things rather hard for him. In all the meanings of the word. And given Marinette’s head was just in front of his crotch, so close he could feel her breathing through his boxers, yeah, this was bad. If he gets a boner now, not all the luck in the world will save him from Marinette’s wrath. And honestly, it would be so rude if his dick made a surprise appearance. Marinette was just trying to fix the hem of a long shirt. But apparently, she didn’t ‘have a good angle’ if she kept her feet on the ground. So using him as a pole to hang with her head down and work on the hem was, as it seems, offering a better angle.
“Why is your dick in my face?”
Adrien began sweating nervously. In the panic, he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.
“He likes you a lot, he is probably attracted to you.”
“You’re sure?” Harry looks down at you, his green eyes full of concern. It was as if this meeting was for you, like you were the one about to face lawyers to figure out your entire future. But it was Harry who was about to go in there and face this problem head on. You were just here to support him. “You don’ have to do this.”
“I’m here, Harry, I came for you,” You assure him. You look back into those green eyes, the green eyes you hadn’t been able to look into all of last night after the two of you finally managed to stop crying and had ordered in some dinner, eating it silently with a romantic comedy playing on netflix to fill the silence. Breakfast had been an even more silent affair with nothing but the sound of him sipping his smoothie and you eating your cereal. “You said you needed me, so here I am. Let’s do this, okay?”
“Thank you.” He breathes out, unsure of how to truly get across how grateful he was that you were doing this for him. He just still didn’t get it. Why were you doing this? You were supporting him as he met with the girl he knocked up and their lawyers. You should be as far away from him as possible but as soon as he expressed his need for your support, there you were and that astonished him. But he knew he would do the same for you, always.
“You gonna be alright?” You question him as you glance at the door behind him. In there waited both lawyers, and you had been told when you entered the building and directed what office to go into that ‘she’ had already arrived. You didn’t know her name, didn’t even care to. You were going to try to avoid even looking at her. You were here for Harry, and keeping her image as anonymous in your mind as possible was preferred.
“As long as you’re here,” He hated saying that. He hated putting so much pressure on you but there you were, giving him a soft smile as you reach out for his hand. His breath halts in his throat a bit at the feel of your skin on his, that warmth and reassurance your hand offered as your fingers tangled between his. He returns the pressure, taking a deep breath before he turns to also look at the door.
“Let’s go.” You whisper and nudge him a bit towards the door with your joined hands. He bites at his lower lip a bit and then nods, pulling you towards it. With his free hand, his other not daring to release yours, he pulled the knob and the quiet chatter that had been going on inside came to a stop.
“Ah, Mr. Styles .. and Ms Y/L/N. We didn’t know you would be accompanying him.” Harry’s lawyer knew you, of course. You’d been with Harry for so long, been there through everything, that this guy wasn’t a stranger. Not that he was exactly a close friend either, but you knew each other well enough.
“Moral support.” You answer, giving the man a small smile. You see her, you see her out of the corner of your eye as she stays in her seat at the table everyone had been seated around but you can’t look. You can’t bring yourself to look over at her. After Harry shakes hands with both his lawyer and hers, he pulls out a chair, the one across from her lawyer, and gestures for you to sit.
It was so tense in here as Harry took the seat beside you, the one directly across from her. No one spoke, no one even made a sound. You cross one leg over the other, your foot tapping anxiously as you bite at your lip. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, the pulse of it beating in your ears. Harry clears his throat, shifting in his seat a little. You note that he wouldn’t look at her either and instead was focusing on the table before him. You also noted the deep crease between his brows, the tapping of his foot, the fingers playing with his bottom lip nervously.
“Isn’t there some kind of speaking that should be done? Anyone?” You finally say, tired of all this tension. You glance at the two lawyers, clearly they both were unsure of how to breech the subject, the subject everyone was here to deal with. Your presence clearly had thrown them off and you couldn’t blame them. They didn’t think you’d stick around after Harry got this girl pregnant.
After that, the lawyers began talking legal terms, about how ‘she’, they said her name but you purposely disregarded it, not even letting yourself register what it was, would have to sign an NDA, non-disclosure agreement, stating that she could not speak about this to anyone or would face legal charges. You even got drug into that one, seeing as you were present and aware of the situation. Harry gave you an apologetic look as he watches you scribble your name on the line but you just look away from him, avoiding his eye.
“The biggest step now is to establish paternity.” Harry’s lawyer says after both you and her slide the now signed NDA’s across the table back to him. “We need to assure the fact that Harry is in fact the father of this child before we truly figure out anything else.”
“I know he’s the father. I don’t sleep around.” It was the first time she has spoken. Her voice felt like a kick to your stomach. You close your eyes, willing yourself not to look over at her. You hang your head down as she continues speaking. “I know who the father is, there is absolutely no question.”
“Then you should have no problems in us just making sure. For the paperwork, you know?” Harry’s lawyer adds, hoping to keep her calm as he picked up on the anger she was clearly starting to gain at being accused of not knowing the father of her child. “How far along exactly are you? What was the conception date?” The room fell silent. Surprisingly it was you who broke it.
“Two months and six days.” You finally whisper, opening your eyes to look over at Harry. He looks back, a pained look on his face. It killed him that out of everyone in this room, the one to know the exact date he got a girl pregnant, was you.
“Thank you, Ms Y/L/N.” Harry’s lawyer jots down the timeline you gave him, making note of it. Harry continues to look at you so you give him a small smile. You would remember that day for the rest of your life. Even if all of this hadn’t happened. That day was when you and Harry had gotten into the worst argument you’d ever been in. He was gone all the time, you were home, you missed him and he just kept putting off coming home.
You eventually said he had to make more time for you or the next time he did manage to come home you wouldn’t be there. He came home two days later with a handful of roses and an apology on his tongue for the mistakes he’d made but never got out and instead pretended his slip up never occurred.
“While we won’t decide anything officially until after paternity is established, have either of you thought about what you would like to do? Co-parenting, adoption, signing over custody to the other?” Her lawyers question made Harry finally look away from you and make eye contact for the first time with ‘her’. You look down at your hands, picking at your nails.
“He can have it.” The words seemed to come out of her mouth without even a seconds thought. It made even you look up at her. And there she was, as gorgeous as she may be, her clear dislike towards the child growing in her stomach made her disgusting. And the fact that she slept with a man she knew very well was taken.
“You don’t care at all?” You find yourself asking and all eyes move towards you. “It’s a baby, not a fucking dog.” She rolls her eyes at you and leans back in her chair as she crosses her arms over her chest.
“Either way, I don’t want to keep it. So either he takes care of it or we adopt it out.” She looks away from you and to Harry. “Which is it?” You glance over at Harry then and see that he had a bewildered look on his face as if he was seeing this girl for the first time.
“You really don’ care?” He questions her and you all watch as she gives a shake of her head. “Then if I am the father then yes, I will take care of him or her. I won’ let you send my child into foste’ care jus’ because you won’ take responsibility for what’s happened. I had to, I had to break the hear’ of the love of my life because of wha’ we did and you don’ even care. You’re actin’ like we’re deciding on who gets the car we bought together,”
“We made a mistake, Harry, let’s just figure this all out and move on.” She rolls her eyes again, uncrossing her arms to tap her nails of one hand along the top of the table. Harry shakes his head, clearly disgusted by her attitude, as were you. Maybe it was good she didn’t want to raise this baby, any child to grow up under her care would be doomed. Though foster care may not be the best option either but it wasn’t up to you. You were just an outsider here to hold the hand of the father.
“Let’s end this for today. We will get a paternity test scheduled for as soon as possible and then meet again when we get the results.” It was still so tense and awkward in here and you didn’t even wait for the lawyers and Harry to finish their handshakes and to discuss going about doing the test, you stand from your seat and leave the room.
“Nice choice in affairs, Harry.” You comment later when he joins you out in the hallway. He groans, both of his hands pushing through his hair, pushing it back and off of his forehead.
“She was much more tolerable while drunk.” You couldn’t help but give a small laugh even against your better judgement. Harry, however, didn’t even so much as smile. He drops his hands from his hair and looks at you, a tired, exhausted and worn down look on his face. He even had a small pout forming on his pink and perfect lips. “Thank you for being here with me.”
“I said I would, now let’s go get some food and then we can watch some shitty movie on netflix and just.. relax for a little while, yeah?”
“I won’ relax until we ge’ the results back.” He mutters but reaches out for your hand anyway. You allow him to take it, not realizing until the two of you were already heading out of the building and towards the car, that holding hands shouldn’t be something you still did like this. You don’t hold hands with your ex but it had been so natural and normal for him to hold your hand that you knew it just kind of happened by reflex.
As soon as the two of you had arrived home, Harry fell onto the couch with his face in his hands and gave a large sigh. You sat beside him, biting at your lower lip and unsure of what to say to him.
“When do you go to do the test?” You eventually ask, breaking the silence that surrounded you.
“He’ll call me in the mornin’ to le’ me know. Should be in the nex’ day or two though.” He says, not lifting his hands from his face.
“Are you really going to take full custody of the baby?” Your head was spinning with all of this and you so desperately wanted a nap but you said you would be here for Harry so until you knew he was okay you would stay right here with him.
“Can we jus’ not talk abou’ it for awhile?” He finally looks over at you. You picked up on the bags under his eyes, the dark circles forming from lack of sleep and hundreds of shed tears. He clearly was exhausted, both emotionally and physically and seemed to need a nap just as much as you did.
“Right. Of course.” You nod. “You look like you need a nap.” You tell him, reaching over to brush his hair from his forehead but you withdraw your hand quickly once you realize what you’d done.
“I don’ know why you’re still here,” He whispers, his back falling against the cushions of the couch and looks over at you. “You are amazing.” You give a small laugh, falling back beside him.
“And why is that?” You question him. He looks over at you, smiling.
“You’re still here.” He looks at you like he was simply amazed by this fact, and he was. “You don’ have to still be here for me and somehow you still are.” He reaches over and slowly takes your hand, searching your face to make sure that this was okay. You give him a smile, gripping at his hand.
“I can’t forgive you, Harry, I probably never will, but I still care for you enough to be here for you when you need me.”
“I don’ deserve for you to be here with me still.” He releases your hand and instead reaches out to rest an arm across your shoulders. You hesitate for a second but then the exhaustion truly hits you. Sure, you’d only been up for a few hours but you had been sleeping so little the last few weeks and the meeting today took a lot of emotional stress out of you so you allow him to pull you against his chest. “I love you.” He whispered it hoping you wouldn’t hear but then also did hope you heard it and would say it back.
“Harry,” You sigh and go to pull away but his arm tightens around your shoulders and he mirrors your sigh.
“I know, I know,” He mutters, resting his head against yours once you finally relax into his arms. “I don’ forgive me either, but tha’ doesn’ mean I can’ at leas’ make sure you know you’re still my entire world and tha’ I love you with all my hear’.” You will the tears to stay away as you listen to Harry speak, burying your face in his shirt. You wrap an arm across his torso, giving a sigh.
“Let’s just stop talking and take a nap.” You instead suggest. You couldn’t do this again. You couldn’t keep having this same round about conversation of him still loving you, of you being hurt, of him having a baby with someone else and you never being able to forgive him. For tonight, you just wanted to forget about it all and pretend everything was okay as you lay in his arms.
“Sounds good to me.” He answers, pressing a soft and gentle kiss to the top of your head, his other arm wrapping tight around you. He gives a small smile, the first real one in weeks as everything left his mind and he listened to your breathing even out as you drifted off. Right here, like this, he could pretend everything was okay, at least for a little while.
I loved doing this one. Here’s #11: “If I die I’m going to haunt your ass.”
“You’re the worst, like the actual worst!”
Derek huffed beside him, “if you don’t shut up I’ll leave without you.”
Stiles paused, eyes wide and mouth dropped in shock at the threat. He didn’t sense any joke behind it. Instead he went back to his silent freak out as he did his best to ignore the undead groans from the other side of the door.
Zombies. Freaking zombies. As if Beacon Hills couldn’t get any worse. This time if people were bitten they wouldn’t turn into were-somethings. They’d be zombies; rotten, gnarly, undead flesh craving things. Of course Stiles had played his fair share of online games with his friends to fight off creatures, like zombies, but the real thing was much more terrifying. They smelled terrible, their skin looked horrendous especially when it fell off in chunks, and for the love of God the noises were things of nightmares.
Sick pained groans that were hollow and void of any sort of intelligence.
Very hungry actually since they tried to make him Stilinski a-la-mode about five minutes ago and Derek a Hale sunday.
“This is your plan? Hide in a storage closet?” Stiles asked and flailed just crazily enough to knock over a paint can.
It clattered to the floor with a harsh sound followed by a long silence. Derek’s eyes flashed blue, and gave Stiles level ten of the Hale-Glare-of-Gloom™. From outside the storage room of the old factory the silence gave way to loud hungry moans of the undead, bodies banging against the door. The rusted hinges weren’t going to last if the pileup on the other side grew until the pressure was too much.
“If I die I’m going to haunt your ass,” Stiles muttered as he shuffled backwards until he was flush with the wall, his heart about to beat out of his chest.
“You’re not going to die Stiles,” Derek said.
“I’m so going to die, you’ll probably heal,” he said, his hand ran through his hair but didn’t seem to have its usual calming effect, “oh, God. I’m gonna be a zombie—holy, Derek…you gotta keep my dad away from fast food, alright? His cholesterol is through the roof. Give Scott my comic collection; he’ll keep them safe–”
His panicked ramble was cut off when Derek was suddenly in his space, his hands tight around Stiles’ shoulders. There was this look of…uncertainty in his pale green eyes, and before Stiles knew what happened he was wearing the leather jacket.
“Keep your head down, hang on tight, and whatever happens…run,” Derek said seriously before he hoisted Stiles up onto his back.
Stiles gasped in surprise, his legs automatically locked around Derek’s waist as his arms wrapped around Derek’s shoulders. His mind raced with questions, for example; why the fuck Derek was about to risk his life for him of all people? Seriously there was no rhyme or reason for it, the guy made his dislike for Stiles crystal clear.
The door was kicked open, the hinges flying off and the metal crushed the few zombies right in front of it. There was a split second path and Derek was already running; Stiles let out a small shriek and curled himself tighter against Derek, his head hidden in the crook of Derek’s neck. Hands tried to swipe at him, but the leather and denim he wore made it hard for hands to actually grab and tear into his flesh.
Stiles had no idea how Derek was doing, he had no idea if he was hurt, he had no idea where they were going. At one point Derek jumped, and they free fell for a while before landing. Eventually though they made it to a place where fresh air was all around them and the noises of zombies were gone.
He found it in himself to look up when Derek slowed, they made it out of the old factory, into the back end of the woods.
Well almost, because suddenly Derek collapsed to the ground with Stiles still on him. His knees smacked onto the hard ground violently but he had enough sense to roll off Derek, finally taking a second to see if he was okay.
“Oh my God, dude, Derek!” Stiles gasped and scrambled to his knees to shove Derek on his back and off his wounds.
There were angry tears of skin and muscle, blood oozed out in thick globs, and Stiles was so sure he was about to puke. Derek let out a pained sound and tried to curl in on himself only to fail and fall back.
“You so cannot die! We save each other! We don’t freaking die!” Stiles exclaimed, trying to see if the wounds were healing themselves or not.
Hands cupped his face and pulled him away from Derek’s torso. His eyes met pale ones which were riddled with pain. Stiles hated that; he couldn’t even do the cool werewolf pain drain thing, he could only sit there helplessly. He wasn’t just sitting there though, because now he was bent down with lips on his which were surprisingly soft.
So maybe he totally flailed and maybe he accidently bit Derek’s lip, but he was well within his freak out rights. Derek Hale was kissing him and he hasn’t kissed many people, let alone super attractive people that were so out of his league.
Stiles pulled back, lips still semi-puckered with his brows drawn in, “why did that feel like a goodbye kiss?”
Derek had the audacity to roll his eyes, “not…a goodbye kiss, it was a ‘calm down I’m healing slowly’ kiss.”
“So you’re not dying?!”
“No, I can feel myself healing.”
“Oh sweet Jesus,” Stiles wheezed, leaning back down for another kiss which was probably only a little less clumsy than the first one.
“What kind of kiss was that?” Derek asked softly.
“I think it was a ‘thank god you’re not dead don’t do that to me again you dick’ kiss,” Stiles answered.
Prompt: Kol is jealous about you being affectionate with everyone but him. He decides to tag along when you go shopping to try and get you to like him more. Fluff and confessions ensue!
Warning: Smut (?)
You sat down next to Niklaus on the sleek leather couch, phone
in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. As you lent against him, his arm
automatically wrapped around your shoulders. You and Klaus were best friends,
the kinda of friends that spoon at night and talk about relationship problems.
You sighed contently as you sipped your coffee. Despite his psychotic
tendencies Niklaus was the biggest cuddle whore ever.
“What the hell! Why do you cuddle Nik like that and not me?”
You heard a childish voice ask, looking up you see Kol stood there his arms
opened wide like he was waiting for an explanation.
“Because little brother if she did, you’d try something
extremely unrefined.” You heard Elijah’s sophisticated voice chuckle. You
smiled when Elijah bent down and place a loving kiss on your forehead. To
Elijah and Rebekah you were like a little sister.
“More so than you already do.” Nik added smirking to himself
as he took a sip of your coffee that you hadn’t even realised he’d taken. You
shot him a glare taking your coffee back before glancing up at Kol who was just
glaring at everyone.
“Elijah gets to kiss you! Nik gets to cuddle you! What do I
get!?” He growled angrily.
“A punch in the face if you carry on Kol.” You grunted as
you went back to reading a post you had seen on Facebook. You heard a deep
smooth chuckle from behind you resulting in you throwing you head back, hanging
upside down to see Marcel stood directly in behind of you. Meaning your face
was about 5 inches away from Marcel’s crotch. You stared at the fabric covering
his jeans trying to see the shape.
“Are you finished staring at my crotch Y/N.” Marcel snorted
making you tilt you head slightly.
“I’m trying to see if the myths about black guys is true.”
You replied bluntly before sitting up and turning to Marcel kneeling up so you
were looking into his eyes.
“It’s not always true but in Marcel’s case it is.” You heard
a smug voice add, you looked behind Marcel to see Rebekah stood there with a
smirk. She threw you a wink and walked over to sit with you.
“Jesus Bekah you got the full package huh? Voice that’s makes
your panties wet, ripped as fuck, looks to die for and a big dick.” She laughed
at your dreamy voice making you smirk.
“Y/N I adore you however if you could refrain from talking
with my sister about her boyfriend’s genitals I would much appreciate it.”
Elijah sighed shaking his head lightly as he continued to read.
“Sorry ‘Lijah, Nik.” You added knowing he was probably uncomfortable
too. You scrolled through your Instagram liking a few picture along the way
before you felt someone trying to shuffle there way between you and Klaus. You
knew it was Kol straight away.
“Kol what are you doing?” You huffed making him stop moving
as he settled down next to you. Earning himself a glare from Klaus.
“I’m coming to cuddle! I deserve affection too!” He
exclaimed pairing his enthusiasm with a cheeky grin.
“Really Kol? I mean really?” You deadpanned making him
He wrapped his arm around you resulting in an eye roll on
your part. You weren’t the closet with Kol, mainly because you never really
spoke, not because you didn’t like each other. He irritated you and teased you
but you knew it was all in good fun. You didn’t move away from his arm but you
didn’t snuggle into him like you did Niklaus and sometimes Elijah. Elijah liked
to cuddle on occasions, mainly when he was stressed. You continued scrolling
through your Instagram, seeing a racy lingerie photo posted by one of the
photographers you follow. You smiled and opened the comment box.
‘This is beautiful Jason.’ You commented on the photo before
look at the picture again. It might be a lingerie photo but the way it was
taken was art not sexual.
“Ooo I think you should do a photo like that and give it me
for my birthday!” You heard Kol say from right next to you. You unwrapped his
arm from you and moved to the opposite couch were Elijah was sat.
“Dammit come on Darling I was only joking!” Kol whined like
a child who had just had his favorite toy taken from him. You didn’t respond
instead picking up a pillow from the couch and throwing it at him. He caught it
with ease and grinned very much resembling the Cheshire cat.
“Kol what did you do this time?” You heard a soft voice ask from
behind you. You knew by the voice that it was Freya but you decided to drop Kol
“He asked me for lingerie pictures for his birthday.” You
pouted angrily as you looked at Freya with slight puppy dog eyes.
“Kol Mikaelson! That is no way to treat a lady!” Elijah and
Freya shouted at the same time, I smiled at how much they were a like sometimes
and turned to Kol who looked like he was ashamed in what he had just said.
“Sorry Y/N.” He muttered softly making you feel bad for
ratting him out.
“It’s okay Kol. Anyway I’m going out today so I’ll see you
guys later!” You hopped off the couch before you were stop by Niklaus.
“Where are you going?” Nik asked looking up from what he was
“I’m going shopping. I realised I haven’t got much and I’ve
been borrowing Rebekah’s clothes since I got here.” You smiled at him sweetly
before leaning down and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Can I come with you?” You heard an unexpected voice ask.
You looked over at Kol in surprise but nodded anyway because maybe it would do
you some good to bond with Kol. After getting ready you met Kol in the courtyard,
double checking you had your credit card and phone. Once you were sure you had
them you nodded at Kol who offered you his arm. You smiled sweetly and took his
arm gently before you both made your way out onto the bustling streets of New
You stopped at the first shop and Kol had yet to let go of
your arm which you found extremely endearing. As much as he was cheeky he was
still a Mikaelson which meant he had to be at least 5% gentleman. You picked up
a few different colored pairs of jeans, a few pairs of plain black leggings,
some skirts and shorts before handing them to Kol who let go of your arm to
help. You next went to get some plain vest tops, some crop tops and a few different
types of blouses. You knew you and Bekah would most likely have a shopping
spree soon so you only bought things you needs. Next you grabbed things like
socks and tights, you tried to pay for them but Kol refused to let me and gave
the woman his card. Kol took them bags from you and held them all in one hand
before offering you his arm once again which made you grin threading your arm
with his once again.
You laid your head on his bicep as you made your way to the
nearest shoe shop. You strolled in with Kol and picked up a few different styles
of heels and only 2 pairs of flats. One pair was running shoes and the other
were a pair of sandals. You usually wore heels so you didn’t usually buy flats.
They were only for when it was too hot and you couldn’t be bothered with the
strain heels had on your feet. Once again Kol ignored your pleas to stop her
paid for your shoes too. The last stop was a lingerie shop which made you snort
slightly, remembering Kol’s teasing earlier. When you got inside you made your
way to the simple 2 pieces sets. You looked the racks up and down before
turning to Kol who unexpectedly looked quite uncomfortable.
You smiled reassuringly and quickly grabbed a few sets that
you liked before making your way to the register, arm still linked with Kol’s.
You set the stuff down smiling sweetly at the elderly woman behind the counter.
Kol took out his card making me whine.
“Kol I can pay for them you don’t have to.” You sighed
guiltily. He let out a chuckle grinning at you softly.
“I want to Darling.” He stated his pet name making you blush
“How long have you two been Married?” The little old lady
asked as she accepted Kol’s card. You blushed further and was about to correct
her but Kol nudge you and grinned.
“Not long.” Kol replied sweetly making you look at him with
slightly widened eyes. After he retrieved the bags you made your way outside
before you nudge him angrily.
“Why did you let her believe we were married?” You asked
softly yet the hint of anger still evident in your voice.
“Because it’s not like we’re going to see her much and why
spoil an old woman’s day by embarrassing her.” Kol stated with a small chuckle.
“So Mrs. Mikaelson how about we go get some food at the pub
and then get all this stuff home?” He teased making you grin at his antics.
“Well if you insist Mr. Mikaelson.” You flirted. You grabbed
some of the bags so you could intertwine your arms again which made him smile. After
ate and laughed together you finally made it home Kol shouted at the top of
“Y/N and I got married while we were out.” He knew his voice
would reach everyone in the house and soon Nik and Rebekah came running out
with wide eyes which made you laugh so hard you had to lean into Kol for
“You did what!?” Rebekah screeched making me laugh even
“Yeah it was great there was sexy lingerie.” He nodded
happily you saw the game he was playing and you decided to play along.
“Heels too die for.” I added nodding my head seriously.
“The dress she bought was absolutely beautiful.” Kol sighed
dreamily almost making me crack.
“I contemplated getting my hair done but decided there wasn’t
much point.” I shrugged.
“Oh and then we had a meal and a glass of wine!” Koll finished.
“Tell me you’re joking!?” Rebekah screamed her voice
reaching the higher pitched stage. You looked at Niklaus who looked at you with
“But…But I had everything planned in my head!” Rebekah
yelled making me and Kol look at her confusedly.
“Planned? Planned for what?” You asked cautiously.
“Yours and Kol’s wedding! Duhh!” She huffed angrily.
“What!?” You and Kol screamed in unison!
“We were joking Bekah! An old woman thought we were married
and we didn’t correct her.” You replied laughing awkwardly.
“Oh okay that’s good because I planned everything.” Rebekah
stated more calmly this type.
“Rebekah, Kol and I aren’t even dating…Why would we get
married?” You asked looking up at Kol who just shrugged at you with wide eyes.
“I’m a woman that’s been around for 1000 years and I know
that Kol is very clea-”
“Okay!!! That’s enough of that! Why don’t we go put your new
stuff away?” Kol screamed interrupting Rebekah, his cheeks slightly flushed.
You shrugged it off and decided to follow Kol with the bags
you were holding. Once you got to your room you fell forward onto the bed after
dropping the bags. Kol fell onto it next to you, his warm brown eyes staring
into your Y/E/C ones. You smiled sweetly at him before he reached over and tuck
some of your hair behind your ear. You closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of
his rough hand against your soft flesh. His hand lingered for a while before he
pulled back making you almost whine at the loss of contact. You had been alive
for over 200 years but Kol’s touch wasn’t like anything you’d felt before. It was
gentle and loving, it undoubtedly made your heart flutter. You opened your eyes
to see him staring at you like he had a question on the tip of his tongue but
he couldn’t find the courage to voice it. Which you found ironic since he was
usually so sure of himself.
You smiled at him shyly knowing full well you had a blush
covering your cheeks. His hand reached back out but this time it gently cupped
your cheek. You nuzzled into his hands before looking back into his eyes. You
had both somehow rolled onto your sides in a loose fetal position, knees
touching slightly. His thumb circled you cheek gently before he spoke up.
“I really want to kiss you right now.” He whispered softly,
looking into your eyes as he spoke. You didn’t respond just looked at him
waiting for him to reach over. He sat up leaning on his elbow as he lent down
and brushed his lips over yours. You reached between your bodies your hand
gently gripping his t-shirt. You finally felt you lips meets and it was like
you heart was beating so fast it would leap out of your chest, your stomach was
going wild with the strength of the butterfly’s you were currently experiencing.
After a few minutes of tender kisses he pulled away slowly. You sighed happily
as his eyes met yours once again. He laid back down on his side.
“Y/N I think I’m in love with you.” His voice was timid and
scared you would reject him but his confession only made you heart leap with
happiness. When you didn’t say anything he started getting up which made you
“Kol…” He turned round to look at you, sadness in his eyes.
“W-Will you please make love to me?” You asked timidly a blush
bracing your face once again.
“I know I’m not in love with you yet but you make my heart
beat louder than it ever should, when you kissed me I felt like everything disappeared
so if you give me time I think I could fall in love you…If I haven’t already…”
You whispered your eyes meeting his as he stared at you with the biggest grin
you’ve ever seen him were but this time it was filled with love and hope.
He rushed over to you as you knelt at the end of the bed.
His lips crushed against yours his emotions bursting out through the kiss. His
hands cupped both your cheeks, your hands were gripping his t-shirt as he
gently laid you down. He hovered over you, his body on top of yours but not uncomfortable.
You gripped his biceps as you whimpered into the kiss, your heart was going a
mile a minute. He broke the kiss only to trail soft kisses down your neck
causing you to shiver. His hands slid to the hem of your shirt tugging it slightly
he looked up at you as asking for permission, you nodded biting you lip which
made him groaned.
You both sat up so he could pulled you top off tenderly. You
tugged his top off and dropped it on the floor before taking your bra off and
letting it join the pile of clothes by your bed. He gazed at you appreciatively
before laying you back down. His lips were soon kissing slowly down your neck
to you breast before taking one of your nipples into his mouth gently swirling
his tongue while using his left hand to caress your thighs. You let out a soft
moan as he moved to your other nipple showing it the same affection.
His hand finally made its way to the button on your jeans.
He undid the button before pulling away for my breast, pulling down your jeans
and plum coloured lace that was under your jeans. He let them poll on the floor
before kissing your stomach softly, his hands sliding up your thighs. You gasped
as his thumb found its way to your clit, his kiss slowly getting closer to your
appending arousal. You hummed in appreciation as his thumb made small delicate
circles on your clit.
His lips moved to your thigh before kissing up until it
reached your sex. His breath brushed over your dripping heat before it finally
made contact. It started of slow and seductive but soon turned so dominant and
fast. You were a writhing mess of moans and panting as you felt you orgasm approach.
His tongue dip inside you a few time before it continues its assault on your
“K-Kol gonna cum..” You panted as you felt your end coming
nearer with every move of his tongue.
“Let it go baby…I got you.” He whispered sweetly his finger
slowly entering you, curling to reach your most treasure spot. He went back to
kitten licks as his fingers did the rest of the work.
“F-Fuck Kol feels so good…” You whined. You were so close to
the edge you would practically taste it. And finally you fell.
“M’ cumming Kol…Holy shit!” You moaned loudly you hand
clutching the bed sheets as your back arched up, your mouth falling open in a silent
scream of pleasure. Koll pulled back and stared at your with a small smile.
“Good you look beautiful when you cum.” He leaned over and
kissed your forehead gently. You were still panting at he pulled back undoing
his jeans. You reached over as soon as his member was free but he stopped you
shaking his head making you frown.
“Not that I don’t want your hand or mouth wrapped round…It’s
just I feel need to feel you right now.” That sentence should have sounded
dirty but when Kol said it, it sounded like pure love. You nodded and opened your
legs further, he slid in between them. You slid your arms round his neck embracing
him like he was breakable. He kissed your lips tenderly and he lined himself up
with your entrance. You were panting slightly, gripping onto him tightly. He slid
himself into you at an agonizingly slow pace but you knew this wasn’t him
fucking you. This was him showing you how much you mean to him and that was
better than a quick fuck.
“F-Fuck!” He swore his head resting against the point where
your shoulder and neck meets. His breathing was heavy and he was gripping the
sheets tightly. You knew he was trying to control himself so you cupped his cheeks
and brought him up so you were face to face. You stared into his eyes as if
tell him ‘thank you’ and ‘you’re doing so well’. He gave you a shaky smile and began
slowly thrusting into you. You gripped onto his shoulders as your breathing
started getting heavier as well. He changed his angles so he could hit your
g-spot which made you arch up and whimper at the amount of love and pleasure
you were feeling all at once.
Once you collected yourself slightly. You move you both into
a different position so you could be closer. Kol sat on the edge of the bed,
his legs hanging off the bed. You were sat in his lap, your chest and forehead
pressed against his as you continued to move your hips. You were thrusting
forward instead of up and down so your clit was gently rubbing as his pubic
bone with every thrust. You threw you head back letting out a moan, Kol’s lips
going straight to you throat placing soft wet kisses on the hollow of your
throat. You started to feel yourself building steadily, moaned husky moans and
panting getting loud with each thrust.
“Y/N I’m c-close..” Kol panted against your throat making
you shutter out a breath.
“Me t-too…Cum with me…” You stuttered before letting out
another choked sob. Your pace got slightly fast as your orgasm was finally
reaching its peak. You pulled back and look into Kol’s eyes, His left hand
cupping you cheek and he stared at you with so many unspoken words. His brows were
furrowed and his eyes kept trying to shut as he neared his end. One arm wrapped
around his neck and the other placed on his chest.
“I’m c-cumming..” You whispered against his lips your
panting loud and deep. He nodded letting you know he was too you gasped as you
finally came, your walls clenching around Kol triggering his orgasm.
Once you had ridden out your orgasms, Kol picked you up with
shaky legs and laid you on the bed carefully. He crawled under the covers with
you and pulled you into his chest, kissing you hair lovingly.
“I love you Y/N and I’ll wait forever if it means you’ll love
me back.” Kol’s stated his voice was quiet and spent after earlier activities.
“It won’t take as long as you think…” I muttered into his
chest before placing a kiss on his chest bone.
“It’s about bloody time!” Rebekah screamed as she slammed to
“For the love of all that is bloody holy! Rebekah get out!”
Kol screamed making you jump slightly which made him look down at you.
“I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to make you jump…” He muttered
“It’s okay. Nik! Can you respectfully drag your lovely
sister…who I adore…out of my bloody room!” You screamed only making Kol chuckle
but also making sure everything was covered before Nik came in. Nik soon came
in and pushed Rebekah out the room but turn to look at us.
“I’m happy for you both. Hurt her Kol and I’ll dagger you.”
Niklaus threatened before leaving the room and closing the door on his way out.
bOI can i ask for some jeffmads? It fuels my soul,,, super fluffy and Thomas being a lil gay shit
JEFFMADS IS THE SHIT!
James, at this point, was only half listening. He heard this at least five times a day - at the least. Hamilton this, Hamilton that. He’d never admit it, but every time Thomas brought up Alex, a spark of jealousy would light in his stomach,
He didn’t hate Alex as Thomas did - sure they weren’t best friends but after doing a project with him and them both doing most of the work - stupid John Jay - you grow fond of the little dude.
When your boyfriend won’t shut up about them, that’s when you get annoyed with them.
With a sighed he pushed his roller chair back, having submit the essay he was writing. Thomas paused his rant, hearing James’ sigh.
James nodded. “Just…tired I guess.”
A worried look came over his face. “You’re not getting sick again are you baby?” He fell from his position, feet having been over the back of the couch and head hanging down, he turned to look at his boyfriend.
“No, I’m not getting sick.” Sick of hearing about your spite centered crush on Hamilton.
“I know that look. Something’s bothering you.” James rolled his eyes, moving to sit on the end of the couch, pulling out his phone.
“Nothings bothering me Thomas…” His voice held annoyance.
His eyes went wide as he felt a weight lay down on him, looking sideways to see a massive floof of curls in his face.
“Thomas, what are you doing?” The weight intensified, Thomas leaning heavier on his body, James being squished onto the couch.
He began laughing, small giggles as Thomas forced more weight onto him.
“Gravity is increasing on me!”
James caught on, kicking his legs half heartedly, “Is not.”
“Is too! The same thing happened yesterday!” He threw his arms out, smooshing James more, causing breathless giggles to escape him.
“You rotten boyfriend, your butt is crushing me! Why do you have to act so weird?” Thomas laughed, James feeling his body shake on top of his.
“I love you Jemmy.” He rolled his eyes, sighed in fake annoyance.
“Love you too Tommy.”
Thomas rolled over, face right above James’, leaning down, leaving a soft peck on his lips. “What’s wrong Jemmy?” He sighed, turning away a bit.
“You just…It’s stupid.”
Thomas tilted his head, rolling his eyes. “If it’s bothering you it isn’t stupid. Now out with it you big fluff ball.”
“You’re one to talk.” James rolled his eyes and laughed softly. “Just, I dunno, whenever you get home all you seem to talk about is Alex…”
Thomas opened his mouth but James beat him to it, “I know it’s stupid to be jealous of it - you hate him! But, I don’t know. You talk about him so much I just feel like I’m put second. Like you put your fake debates over me. And I know it’s important to you but - “
James’ eyes fluttered shut, Thomas pressing his lips against his softly. Thomas pulled back, laughing softly. “I’m sorry I make you feel that way baby. Alex - I don’t know, they just get me mad, fired up. You’re the only one who listens and cares so I vent to you! I’ll limit myself, make sure I don’t talk about him too much.”
“I know you need to vent! But, yeah, maybe just, limit yourself? Like, only an hour after you come home?”
Thomas nodded, burying his face in James’ neck. “Of course baby! Only an hour for Hamilton venting! The rest is to be focused on you!”
James rolled his eyes. “They don’t have to be - oh.” He breathed shakily, Thomas’ teeth slowly nibbling at his skin. “That - That works too.”
Summary: Tom and reader have a false alarm with a pregnancy test which brings them to wonder if they’re actually ready to be parents.
A/N: literally pissed cause I already wrote this but when I tried to post it tumblr deLETED ALL OF IT AND NOW ITS NOT AS GOOD I SUCK IM SORRY IT WAS ACTUALLY PRETTY GOOD THE FIRST TIME AROUND BUT THIS ONE SUCKS IM SORRY
I felt my blood run cold as I stared at the plus sign on the stick. How could this have happened!? Tom and I were always so careful… except for that one night… but he just looked so good and we had a few too many, but I still took the morning after pill!
I grabbed for my phone on the bathroom counter and dialed Harrison’s number. He’ll know what to do. He always wants what’s best for Tom.
“Hello?” Harrison cheerfully greeted.
“Harrison? I need you to come over immediately. But please don’t tell Tom!”
“Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened? Are you okay?”
“No, Harrison. I need you to come over here now…”
“I’m on my way.”
I was still staring at the test as I walked into Tom and I’s shared living room and sat down on the couch. I was so zoned in on the little positive sign that I didn’t even realize that Harrison had arrived until I heard his voice calling out my name.
“Y/N? Y/N, where are you!?”
“Living room.” I choked out through my sobs.
I heard heavy footsteps and then silence. I knew Harrison could see the test over my shoulder. I heard his breath hitch as he realized what was in my hand.
“H-How? You and Tom… you’re always so careful!”
“I know, but one night we weren’t… and I was due for my period a week ago and-and I couldn’t figure out what was wrong until Lizzy suggested… this… Harrison, please help me! I don’t know what to do and I-”
“Shhh, Y/N, it’s going to be okay. Everything’s going to be fine. I’m here for you, Tom’s here for you. He won’t leave you, Y/N. He loves you so much. I’ll call and set up a doctor’s appointment for you. You take a nap an-and I’ll set everything up. It’ll be fine, love.”
Harrison was sat next to me now, rubbing my back as I cried into his chest. I felt my eyes grow heavy as Harrison kept rubbing my back and whispering to me that everything was going to be fine.
As I came back to consciousness, I realized that I was laying down on the couch with a blanket over me and a pillow under my head. Harrison.
I went to squeeze the test, but it was gone.
I sat up and then realize that Tom was sat across the room, head hanging down, staring at the test.
Tom’s silence only made my fear rise and I soon felt the tears resurfacing.
“You’re pregnant.” He stated with no emotion, which only stressed me out even more.
“Tom, I’m so sorry. I ruined everything, I ruined your whole career, I’m so sorry…”
Tom whipped his head up.
“Love, this is by no means your fault. You did not ruin anything. I love you, Y/N. I’m staying by your side through all of this. Don’t think for a second that I’m going to leave you.”
Tom crossed the room and placed his hands on both of my cheeks, forcing me to look into his warm brown eyes.
“Everything’s going to be just fine, darling. Now, come on, let’s get you to bed. Harrison scheduled you a doctor’s appointment for Thursday.”
Tom scooped me up in his arms and carried me up to our bedroom. I laid my head on his chest and cried as he ran his fingers through my hair.
“It’s going to be okay, love. You’re going to be just fine and in nine months, you’re going to give birth to our child, the most beautiful child in the whole world and that baby, boy or girl, is going to be the most spoiled child in the world. Our child is going to grow up with two loving parents by their side cheering them on through every decision they make. And in 9 months, if you’re willing, I will make you my wife. Y/N, you’re going to be just fine. I promise you, everything is going to be perfect.”
Tom and I laid cuddled up on the couch as Beauty and the Beast played in front of us. Tom intertwined our fingers together with one hand while the other was placed over my stomach, rubbing circles lovingly.
“Have you thought of any names yet?” Tom asked out of the blue.
“Hm? Tom, we just found out yesterday that I’m pregnant, of course I haven’t thought of names yet.”
“Well, I have… I started thinking of names the second I saw that plus sign.”
“What did you come up with?”
“Um, well, if it’s a girl, Allison Ellender Holland. Allison named after your best friend and Ellender because Blake Lively’s middle name is Ellender and she’s your idol. And if it’s a boy, Harrison Robert Holland. Harrison because of MY best friend and Robert after RDJ.”
“Those are the two most beautiful names I’ve ever heard. I love you so much, Thomas Stanley Holland.”
“I love you, too, Y/N L/N.”
“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Holland-”
“Oh, we’re not married. I’m Ms. L/N, he’s Mr. Holland.”
“Well, then you’ll probably be happy to hear that you’re not pregnant.”
“You’re not pregnant, Ms. L/N.”
“But- the test? And I haven’t gotten my period this month?”
“Tests are false all the time, Ms. L/N. And you’re period skipping a month can happen as well if you’ve experienced a large amount of stress.”
“Honey, you did just wrap up finals last week. Could that have been a cause?” Tom asked.
“Yes, very easily. Ms. L/N, if you have any other complications with your period in the future, please contact us immediately. Have a good day.”
The doctor exited the room leaving Tom and I alone.
I shifted uncomfortably on the table as Tom stared at the floor.
“I know you were scared, but is it okay if I feel a little disappointed right now?”
“Of course, Tom. I surprisingly feel it as well…”
I watched as Tom walked over to me and stood between my legs.
“Y/N, I love you. I actually planned on doing this tonight, but right now just feels right. Yesterday, while you were at lunch with your sister, Harrison and I snuck out and bought something…”
I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I watch Tom get down on one knee.
“Y/N, I first bought this ring because I was under the impression that you were carrying my child, I was uncertain if I was ready to be married, but when I came home that night and saw how beautiful you looked in simply a tshirt and shorts, I knew I was absolutely crazy about you. And I was so ready to start a family with you and that feeling I just felt when that was ripped away from me was all I needed to know that I want you. I want you to be mine forever. And I want to have a family with you. Maybe not immediately though, perhaps we should start with a dog. But anyway, what I’m trying to say is, Y/N L/N, will you marry me?”
“Oh, yes, Tom! Yes! A thousand times yes!”
I flung myself off the table into Tom’s arms.
“Oh, my god! You said yes! Thi-this means that you’re gonna be me wife!? And and and we’re gonna have a family! Oh my god, I love you so much!”
Tom pressed a kiss to my forehead and wiped the tears from both of our eyes. He took my hand and slid the ring onto my finger.
“…perfect. absolutely perfect…” He whispered under his breath.
“Oh, Tom, this is amazing! We have to start the phone calls though! You call your mom and I’ll call mine!”
Requested: @the-russian-rubberband “Smut that involves Christmas lights and bad choices.”
Warnings: Light smut, fluff
Pairings: Draco x reader
(Also posted on Wattpad @/edgynerd)
Word Count: 662
You lay on your stomach in the living room of the Malfoy Manor, reading (y/f/b) on the couch. Just as soon as your about to read the most intense part of the book, you feel a heavy pressure being pushed down on your back, and your book falls on to the floor, making you lose your page.
You turn your head as far as you can, just enough so you can see your boyfriend, Draco, sitting on your back and giggling the whole time. You push him off of your back onto the floor, and when he falls, he is still smiling and bursting with laughter.
“Draco Lucius Malfoy, I was reading! What is your problem?” You exclaimed as you picked your book up off of the floor and sit directly in the middle of the couch. You pouted your lip at him as he stood up and sat next to you on the couch, smiling like an idiot.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N), I was just trying to have some fun,” he responded as he wrapped his arm around you and kissed you on the forehead. You push him away from you, causing him to produce a shocked expression. “(Y/N), are you really, that mad at me?”
You turn your back towards him, looking away from the white-haired boy, your (y/h/c) hair whipping him in the face. “Hmph,” is the answer you give to him. He gets up off the couch and slumps away from you hanging his head down and looking at the floor. As he passes you, he looks up with pleaded eyes. You smirk and turn away from him, arms crossed.
He continues to droop his head and walk away until he is out of sight. You take your book in your hands and start flipping through the pages to try to remember where you left off at.
Once you find your page, and you’ve been reading again for a while, past your favorite part, when you hear a loud jingling sound coming your way. You look up over the back of the couch to see Draco holding a large blue tote that reads Christmas Decor.
“I just wanted to decorate the manor with you,” he smiled nervously. You smile back at him and gave in, putting your book down and joining your boyfriend in the parade around the house to lift the spirits of all of the gloomy people that were around.
After about two and a half hours and running through the house, joking around, and stringing up lights and decorations with Draco, he runs away to get the box that is used to decorate the Christmas tree every year.
“Now for the finale,” he smirked. The both of you pulled all of the decorations out of the Christmas tree box and set them on the floor. While Draco picked up the tinsel and started wrapping it around the tree, you tried to untangle all of the lights, but got them tangled around yourself instead.
“Um, Draco? Can you help me?” You plead as your boyfriend turns around and sees your body tangled in the wires. He smirks and walks over to you, pulling your shirt over the tangle of wires down to your wrists. “Draco…”
“Shh,” he says as he kisses you passionately. His fingers run through your hair and all you can do is stand there with your hands caught in the lights. He pulls your bra off and starts massaging your breasts, kissing his way down your jawline and down your neck.
Just as you let out a soft moan, the doorknob on the front door starts to jingle a little before it opens. Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy are standing in the doorway, now looking at Draco and your half-naked body.
“You know, Draco,” Lucius starts. “You have a room for a reason.”
Yuri nearly chokes on his own spit
when he feels someone poking his shoulder. He is ready to roast whoever it is
that inconsiderate bastard who dares to wake him up so early, when he had barely closed his
eyes behind his heart-shaped
sunglasses. f only he had the energy to open them fully and glare at the
scum who disturbed his slumber. He might be napping on a bench under an oak
tree pretending to be awake but since when did people run around, pulling and
poking at strangers who—
Plot: Y/N is Jungkook’s idol bff and she goes on the Bon voyage trip with them and it shows their friend/enemy relationship.
Words count: 1,3k+
For Anon, I hope you like it! M. ♥
Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!
“Jungkook-ssi don’t yell."
"WHY DO WE HAVE TO GO TO BON VOYAGE… WITH HER? ”
You look at him with your killing stare, across the room, while Seokjin giggles trying not to show up and buries his face against your shoulder. Gesture immediately noticed by Jungkook, who threw his empty plastic bottle to his Hyung.
“RAISE YOUR HEAD, SHE’S NOT YOUR FRIEND!"
"Breathe or you could have a cerebral embolism."
You talkin’ checking that Seokjin is okay. You love all seven but with Jungkook you made a strong and solid relationship so that nothing failed in those years to break it.
Yet you are like cat and dog. Always to tease but never able to stay apart from each other. Often people have assumed that you had a relationship, but it is the first time you have a male friend with whom does not happen the classic "episode” to falling in love.
“I’m not going with her. She already ruins my days! "
"Jungkook-ssi, the decision has now been taken.” The voice of the manager does him to fall in despair onto his Chair, while you slowly start talking to Hoseok by your side, planning to sing all the songs of girl groups during the trip.
“Why are you so against it?” Yoongi asks to him, raising his eyes from the phone.
“Why I don’t know, that girl is a pain in the ass."
"Yup, had spoken Mr. I’m too perfect and good at everything look at how I’m gorgeous and good Jeongguk. "
"WOW, THIS GIRL WON!!”
Taehyung and Namjoon scream together, giving you a high five and making Jungkook ever more upset than before, while he is staring at you like you are the worst evil that he had come across in his life.
"I want you to disappear."
"That’s what I want for three years, but you don’t gone yet, Jungkook."
"What’s a pity, Y/N”
Two days that you are traveling and you tried to knock him down of transport by any means at least a dozen times. You are never succeeded, but neither go down swinging cameras that constantly record all. You will kill Jeon Jeongguk, you know it.
The train goes fast and you find yourself admiring the scenery flowing out the window, imagining to run between those wonderful meadows that stand out for miles and miles. A light groan captures your attention and you see Kooks, sitting next to you, with his head hanging down towards the table while he is asleep.
You smile, grabbing your phone and taking some embarrassing picture and then gently lay your hand over his forehead, pushing slowly and making sure his head rests on your shoulder. You do not want him to be uncomfortable and especially has hurt his neck.
He is so happy about that trip, your presence aside, you do not want to ruin his vacation.
"Sleep.” You whisper, while notice that Namjoon is taking pictures and beckoned with your hand greeting him.
"Yes… But keep to sleep, it still lacks a lot to our destination.. "
"Thank you..” He mumbles in his sleep, settling himself against your shoulder and squeezing your hand into his.
“We’re not children Kooks."
"Good night, sleeping beauty.”
He is yelling, in a playful way, while he chases you near a Creek where you “accidentally” pushed him, making him wet from head to toe.
“COME HERE, NOW!"
"I’LL KILL YOU!” He screams while the other six will look, who bored, who amused, but welcome with joy that little break from the walk you were doing.
You keep running, as if your life depended on it, stumbling because of a little oversight and ending completely stretched out on the ground.
You hurt, but nothing so bad, therefore you can not find the strength to turn around because the fall slightly left you groggy. Immediately you feel two hands on your shoulder and someone turns you, only to watch from below a worried Jungkook.
He caresses your face, scrunched hair from in front of your eyes and looks carefully, looking for any type of injury.
"Is she alright?” Jimin’s voice is somewhere beyond your field of view and you feel your best friend who effortlessly lifts you off the ground, clutching you into his arms.
“Are you okay?"
"I just dropped… I’m fine Kooks. "
"This is great news.” He murmurs relieved, walking slowly while you squeeze one arm around his neck to hold him, letting you soothed by his gait slow.
“Of course he’s an asshole.."
"You knew he would do it..” It is the murmur you hear behind the two of you, Taehyung and Jimin are talking in a low voice.
And that is when you understand. You find yourself in the water while your best friend staring at you from the shore, with a victorious and satisfied look on his face.
He always wins,
The knock on the door makes you run out of the bathroom, wrapped in a bathrobe and towel in your hands while wet hair falling over your shoulders. You control through the peephole and sighing open the door, letting in Jungkook that is live on VApp.
You greet with a smile all the fans, going back into the bathroom and giving a quick drying, only with the towel, to the hair.
“So, Y/N, it’s true that this is the best experience of your life?"
"If it wasn’t for you..” You scream from the bathroom, hearing him do a verse of disapproval that makes you makes you smile.
You get out of the bathroom and go sit on the bed and started to slather a layer of cream on your face, just to making the skin softer. You listen to him as he continues to do the vlive, wondering mentally because he came into your room if it was committed to record.
“Why are you here, Kooks?"
"I wanted to show everyone how you’re ugly without makeup, make a smile!! "
You make your funniest expression looking at the phone, which seems to be appreciated by the comments that then he begins to read.
"They ask us how we met."
"I don’t want to remember the worst bad luck ever."
"A lot.” You make a grimace while he sits beside you.
He holds the phone raised and both lay on the bed, next to each other. With him you do not have to pretend, as often happens in front of the cameras, then you are more relaxed than usual.
“So?” He asks again, smiling.
“I had just been taken to Big Hit. It was the beginning of 2012 when I started my training. One day I was training when he entered the wrong room.. And he told me that I was wrong with the succession of steps, as he was my teacher. I sent him to hell and from there began our friendship. "
"YOU WERE REALLY WRONG."
"I choke you in your sleep if you don’t shut up!” You threaten him, pointing the finger at him and giving him a pinch on the tip of his nose.
“This is like my downfall began lovelies ARMY. Be wary of Jeon Jeongguk, I recommend! "
Pairing: DAVEED x Reader Warnings: BONDAGE, verbal degredation, cum on tits, cum eating, Word count: 3068 A/N: No one asked for this, literally, no one. This inspired very heavily by HBO’s Girls (Episode: Vagina Panic s1 ep2) and also some of Adam Sackler’s funny moments! All of the opening and closing dialogue is STRAIGHT from the show as well as some of the stuff he says while fucking her! Enjoy!!
Daveed had been on the road touring for what felt like ages.
You weren’t exactly dating him, so it was natural for you to not hear from him for a week, sometimes two, only for him to then text you seemingly out of nowhere. Those texts often led to sex, and eventually, you just ended up hanging around his apartment more and more.
He had been home for a week without a single word sent your way, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.
You sat on your bed, surrounded by odd beauty products as you did your makeup; smudged winged eyeliner, red lipstick, and a light dusting of pink blush. Your hair was pulled back and teased, framing your face to accentuate your cheekbones. You had on an all-black ensemble, consisting of a leather jacket, tight mini dress, fishnets, and converse.
Stepping out of your bedroom and into the common area, seeing your best friend and her boyfriend in the middle of some argument.
“How do I look?” You interrupted, standing the doorway of your bedroom.
Immediately, her boyfriend let out a laugh. “You look like you’re going to put a hex on some popular girls.”
BTS Reaction To Their Girlfriend Wearing No Makeup For The First Time
Hey guys! Sorry me and @taeguboi haven’t done these in a while. I work and she is at college… So here we go …
You would have just removed your make up in the bedroom and you go walk to the kitchen to put the wipe in the bin. You then hear the door open and you quickly cover your face as Namjoon walks in the kitchen.
Namjoon: “Hey y/n why you cover your face?”
You: “Because i just removed my make up and I don’t want you to see me look ugly.”
He walks over to you and says “y/n do you trust me?” You hang your head down low with your hands still on your face and nod your head, and with that, he carefully removes your hands from your face. He then carefully places his finger on your chin and lifts your head up and smiles brightly and says “y/n you look beautiful” and kisses you softly on your lips.
You and Jin are both in the bedroom and you say to Jin “Jin baby could you look away for me?” He looks at you and says “Why y/n? I don’t understand.” You say “I don’t want you to see me without make up on”
He says “How about you and I both remove our make up at same time?” You umm and ahh about then say “Ok then”
You both take a make up wipe, you both remove your make up together.
You both finish and Jin says “ y/n you look beautiful… but not as good as me.”
You’re sat watching TV. You have already removed your make up and you’re so zoned in to the TV that you haven’t noticed that Yoongi has come into the room. He stands there for a minute admiring you without your make up, then he would sit down next to you and say “That’s better y/n.”You look at him with a confused face totally forgetting that you have removed your make up.
“Y/n you look better without make up and I have said in the past that I would prefer you without make up.” You look at him and say “But I look ugly Yoongs.”
“Y/n stop please listen. You look beautiful without make up.” You blush and he just smiles and says “You’re welcome baby,” planting a kiss on your forehead.
The previous night, you had made sure to get into bed after Hobi so that he couldn’t really see you properly without your make up.
Waking up the next morning, you’re secretly pleased that he isn’t awake yet, so you take your chance and head straight to the shower.
Coming out of the shower, it is sort of to your dismay that he is now out of bed as you exit the bathroom, before you are able to put your make up on for the day. The sunlight creeps in over your face as he greets you with the biggest sunshine smile you’ve ever seen.
“Jagi! Oh my god! You look so radiant and beautiful!” he exclaims, like a true fan boy for you, and the level of excitement at your pure face is so extra like “I can’t even! You melt my heart so much jagi!” It just gets so corny and you feel embarrased that you cover your face with your hands.
Gently removing your hands from your face, he mellows down and stares genuinely into your eyes – “Seriously, y/n… you look so beautiful right now.”
You would be in the room and you’re putting make up when Jimin comes in the bedroom as he had already been out and come back. He says “Y/n please don’t put your make up on; you look pretty without, just looking at you now.” He comes over and kisses your cheek. You look in the mirror and you smile. He smiles and then kisses your shoulder and says “There you are baby”
You’re just doing normal chores around the house on a day off, and it takes a while for you to notice but as Taehyung is sat there on the sofa, seemingly just staring into thin air, but he is watching your every move, and more specifically, he’s focusing on your face.
Having never seen you without make up before, he’s trying to get used to how amazing he thinks you look without even trying. He’s basically living up to his nickname of ‘Blank Tae’, jaw loose and mouth open, with a docile expression.
“Tae, what are you gawping at?” you ask him, tilting your head sideways to meet his level as you’re still standing.
“I… uh…. just… I think you’re amazing.” he replies with a calm and mellow tone.
“Aw, Tae, that’s really sweet!” you tell him “But why the sudden… emotional moment like this?” you ask him.
He gets out of his seat to stand close to you, doing nothing but staring at you. He eventually breaks the silence with “I really like you without your make up jagiya… your beauty is ethereal to me.”
The day before, Jungkook had hidden your make up as he actually wanted to see your beautiful face.
You: “Kookie.. Where’s my make up box?”
Jungkook walks in the room and says “You’re not allowed it jagi.” “But Kookie, I need it!”
He looks at you and says “Jagi, I can see you don’t need it. You look beautiful without it.” You stand there for a minute then say “But Kookie…”
He says “No buts; you’re not having it back until you go a couple of days without make up,” he smirks and you can’t help smile and he comes to you and kisses you cheek.