he is always so intense why

'Oh no.'

‘Oh no.’

Tucker hadn’t meant for this to happen. Honestly his tight ass would have paid any amount of money in the world to PREVENT this from happening.

But it had happened. He had looked over at his life long best friend sleeping against his shoulder and had been struck by the very INTIMATE urge to kiss him on his adorable little freckled nose.

This wasn’t a good thing, because said best friend’s GIRLFRIEND was sleeping against his OTHER shoulder, and every time her hair fell across her face he had to nearly bite his own fingers to stop himself from brushing her fringe aside out of her long lashed eyes.

The three of them had sat down for a movie at Sam’s place, it was one of those few calm nights where the ghosts were chilling in the Zone and NOT causing any trouble for once. Danny was absolutely delighted to spend the night with his friends doing something that DIDN’T involve ghosts.

The two lovebirds had sat beside one another on the lounge, holding hands and being, quite frankly, UNBEARABLY adorable. Tucker warned them that he’d sit on them if they didn’t stop being so mushy and things predictably escalated until they were all but a tangle of goofy limbs hanging precariously off the two seater lounge.

By the time Tucker awoke it was late morning and he was seated firmly between Sam and Danny, both having cuddled right up to him in the night, his left arm was warm under Sam’s weight, but his entire right side was borderline numb beneath Danny’s clinging arms. Boy was a leach, he had always been clingy when they shared beds as kids but back then he didn’t have a big ol’ chunk of freezing cold ectoplasm sitting pretty in his chest.

But cold be damned Tucker was squished up with BOTH his crushes practically sleeping on top of him, no force on Earth or in the Zone could possibly make him move right now. He was staying right here where he could stew in his delight and guilt for the rest of eternity.

Until Danny stirred and an arm pressed against his bladder. Heck. He needed to pee, like, really REALLY needed to pee.

Tucker stayed nestled up in the cuddle pile for as long as he could stand it before heaving a sigh so heavy even Thor couldn’t lift it. Somehow he managed to wrangle himself out without waking either of his friends and he waddled to the bathroom to relieve himself.

He could hear his heartbeat in his ears as he stood in the cold tiled room. Why. No seriously, WHY. How in the fresh hell did he manage to fall head over heels not only for ONE of his best friends, but BOTH of them, and to top it off they were both DATING each other. He literally could not have picked a worse scenario.

He could wake up one morning with 'Bad Luck Tuck’ tattooed to his forehead and he still couldn’t possibly feel more unlucky than he did in this instant.

It took all of his willpower not to always end his and Sam’s constant meat vs vegan fights by smooching her on those enticingly smooth cheekbones, and Danny was even WORSE. Every time that asshole so much as SMILED Tucker’s heart would start thumping like it was trying to put him into cardiac arrest, it was just all those freckles and that little chip in his tooth and-

Oh God stooooop. He needed to stop, he needed to stop right the heck now before he became the first human being to pass out from overexposure to adorkableness. Honestly? Fuck his friends for being so cute. This was all their fault, they could at least have considered his feelings before growing up to be so adorably kissable.

He’d tried so hard to deny it to himself, he tried SO hard to fall back out of love with them but after waking up that morning nestled between those two precious asshats he realised that he had lost this battle, and he had lost it HARD.

But, at the very least, living with a superhero as your best friend taught you some pretty useful life skills. One of those skills being how to Lie Like a Motherfucker to Everyone You Care About. So without further ado Tucker washed his hands, took a moment to stare his lovestruck gaze away in the mirror, and went back out to throw a shoe at his best friend’s head for making his arm numb through the night.

He loved his friends, he loved them with everything he had and that was why he could never tell them how he felt.

————

'Oh no.’

Sam was honestly pissed, no scratch that, she was more than pissed. She was FURIOUS. Her rage burned with the intensity of her mother’s artificially whitened teeth, and she couldn’t even take it out on anyone, because the focus of her ire was her own stupid stupid brain.

She had always been equally close to both of her friends, in fact she had only very rarely hung out with one or the other alone, and every time she did it felt just… so uncomfortable. It took a long time to really sort out what that feeling was, but even when she did it made no sense.

It was GUILT, she felt GUILTY. Why did she feel guilty? Danny and Tucker sometimes hung out together without her, and that was fine, she was fine with it, they’d been friends since before she came along, but why couldn’t she do the same?

Every time one of them was over her house without the other it almost felt like she was cheating on someone, and that only got MORE disturbing after she and Danny started dating. Because suddenly? It very well COULD have been cheating.

But it wasn’t. And she kept telling herself it wasn’t. She had never kissed Tucker while she and Danny were dating. They had never even held hands.

But God damn, the realisation that had just struck her was enough to make her want to slap herself for ever becoming such a cliché piece of romance movie tripe.

She had just been sitting there, sipping on her smoothie when Tucker did that Thing. She hated that Thing. That Thing where he’d say something that he knew full well was the vocal equivalent of a tumblr shitpost but he ALSO knew she’d found it fucking hilarious and while she tried her damnedest not to let a smile loose he’d send her a big shit eating grin that made her stomach roll and her tongue feel dry. Yeah, THAT Thing.

She was crushing on Tucker, she was crushing on Tucker so hard. She was head over heels for her best friend, her BOYFRIEND’S best friend. Literally EVERYTHING about this situation was the reason she hated 90% of the movies she ever saw. Love triangles were the worst plague fiction had ever suffered and suddenly she realised it had spread it’s nasty little friendship killing tendrils into her life.

She was determined, however, not to fall into the awful trap that so many would think was inevitable, and she did so by keeping her mouth firmly shut about it. She had the willpower to go face to face against ghosts twice her size, and had been through more than one bout of emotional and mental manipulation by others of the ghostly kind. She was not about to lose this battle with herself and destroy not only her relationship, but also the much more valuable friendship she held with both boys.

Sam got up and gathered everyone’s Nasty Burger food scraps to throw into the bin, taking the brief moment to let her face twist in grief over what she’d have to do. With the rubbish gone and her resolve hardened, she slathered her face in smiles and ease, walking back to the table and acting with the skill and grace of someone who had been lying to protect her best-friend-turned-boyfriend for years. Her true feelings shoved somewhere deep between a pit of self-loathing and the core of her love for the boys she cared more about than anyone on this earth, including herself.

———-

'Oh no.’

Danny was in trouble. Danny was in so so so so SO much trouble.

Honestly? At first he hadn’t even realised he was doing it, Tucker had been his friend for such a long time, it had only seemed natural to invite him out everywhere when he and Sam made plans. But Danny was starting to realise the tension it was causing.

Neither of them said anything but sometimes Danny could pick up on… something. Of course he knew what it was, since he’d started officially dating Sam, Tucker had become somewhat of a third wheel.

Danny had never considered his friend to be out of place or unwanted, but he wasn’t sure Sam felt the same way. Maybe she wanted it just to be the two of them, maybe she just wanted some alone time with her boyfriend. She wouldn’t say anything, Danny figured she didn’t want to seem clingy or harsh but, why else would things suddenly start feeling so… weird?

He tried to make the effort to go on at least a couple dates with Sam without inviting Tucker, but honestly he just couldn’t help but think something was missing, and it really didn’t seem to be helping with Sam’s tension. She tried to hide it, she really did, and it wasn’t as though she was bad at it, Danny just knew her too well. Her and Tucker, he was hiding something too.

And Danny was starting to think he knew what it was. They had NOTICED.

He thought he was doing such a good job keeping his feelings from being too obvious, he was used to acting differently around certain people by now (having an alter ego did that to a guy), but obviously his friends knew him too well.

It might have been the touching, yep, yep it definitely could have been the touching. Danny was an extremely touchy person and his gentle caresses and nuzzles weren’t particularly picky about which friend received them. He definitely remembered a time when he straight up snuggled his face right into Tucker’s neck during what was probably an EXTREMELY un-platonic hug.

Other events on the 'Danny is a two timing doofus’ calendar included:

'Holding hands with both Sam AND Tucker while walking down the street.’

'Very delicately running his fingers over Tucker’s leg one time when he’d thrown them on Danny’s lap and honestly there was absolutely nothing heterosexual about that moment.’

'Every time Tucker laughed so hard he snorted Danny thought his heart would straight up melt into a puddle of goo, and then SAM would start doing that super adorable giggle that she was really self conscious of and her trying not to laugh made her pull this fACE and Tucker would lose his mind and start snorting all over again and-’

Danny had to stop himself right there before his heart completely dissolved because for the love of the Ancients his friends were both way too hecking precious for their own good and he loved them, he loved them sooo much. He loved them both.

And they probably knew it.

And boy that meant he was in deep trouble.

Would Sam break up with him? Would this ruin their friendship? Nobody was SAYING anything but Danny knew that stewing over something like this was just going to lead to an explosion of awkward raging teen angst worthy of a place on an MCR album.

If they weren’t gonna bring it up then Danny would just have to… get it out of the way.

Oh boy, he did not want to do this, nuh uh, no sir, he did not want to be standing in his bedroom shifting uncomfortably before his two beautiful, patient, wonderful friends. He would have loved to be sitting BETWEEN them however he deemed such a position to be quite, how the professionals would say, INA-FUCKING-PROPRIATE considering the subject at hand.

No, standing in front of them was slightly better, only slightly because Danny felt like an absolute nervous piece of half human trash. Maybe he could just jump out the window and throw himself into a dumpster, that would speed things along. He would probably end up there by the end of this conversation anyway.

He decided to just do it, stop beating around the blood blossom bush and just get it DONE. Unfortunately Danny hadn’t practiced what he was going to say beforehand, so when he finally resolved to just blurt it all out he literally did… just that.

“I’VE GOTTA HUGE CRUSH ON TUCKER AND I DUNNO WHAT TO DO ABOUT IT.”

By the time his brain caught up to his words his dumpster diving plan was sounding significantly more appealing. There was probably some kind of banana skin pun he could have used there but he was far too stressed to figure it out.

Tucker didn’t respond, he appeared to be trying to bury his face into his hat. A kind of wheezing noise was coming out of him, Danny couldn’t tell if it was a good sound or a bad sound. Sam let out a long breath that whistled between her lip piercings.

“Holy shit me too.”

The Tucker sound continued, raising to a nearly imperceptible level. Danny was just beginning to think it might have been a Bad sound when Tucker pulled his face back into the world, his glasses were all fogged up but he stopped making the noise.

Sam and Danny both waited for him to say actual words but Tucker.exe seemed to have stopped working. Once he’d gained his breath he was back to wheezing into his hat. Sam hesitantly put a hand on his back.

“Are you actually okay or are you like, dying?”

Muffled words were said into the hat, none of which could be repeated around children. Danny was juuuust about to start attempting to will himself into spontaneous combustion when he recognised a very distinct sound emanating from the hat.

Snorting, Tucker was snorting like a god damn pig. Danny’s shaky legs gave out below him and he sat on the floor, shoving his face into the carpet as he laughed along with his best friend. He didn’t know what was happening right now, but he was Having Emotions and the floor just seemed like the right place for that.

Also he needed to look somewhere that wasn’t Sam. She was trying not to laugh and she was pulling That Face and Danny just couldn’t handle it right now and really the floor was great why didn’t he spend more time here.

Tucker felt as though he was finally ready to leave the comforting world of Hat Land and face the unbeLIEVABLE realisation that all of his dreams had just come true in a ten second span of time, he felt like he had just been blessed by the gods, his skin was clear, his crops were flourishing and world peace had been established. Today was a good day to start ugly sobbing in front of the two most important people in his life.

“I love both you guys too!!” Tucker half laughed, half cried, and then just straight up cried, “I’ve wa-wanted to smooch you both sooo bad for like, MONTHS!”

The moment his snorting turned to sobbing he was immediately accosted by a pair of equally snotty emotional wrecks. Danny, still on the floor, had plopped his head on Tucker’s lap and just started balling his eyes out, like he was really going for gold in 'Most Tears Shed on One Lap’. Sam, on the other hand, had commandeered Tucker’s upper half for a simple bone breaking, teary hug.

The next few hours were just chock full of used tissues, an inappropriate amount of snacks and some deep, heartfelt discussions about what the fuck their relationship was gonna be.

Honestly they were just happy to be so open and at ease with one another again, the sun poured into Danny’s bedroom window as the three of them dozed in the warm pool of light. Laying across one another, their imagined boundaries finally broken, they could finally talk shit about each other for making them feel so mushy.

——

“Oh NO.”

Paulina said out loud at the scene before her. Those three dorks were sitting together at their usual lunch table, all bunched up ridiculously close together and if she wasn’t mistaken she had just seen Danny turn around and KISS TUCKER ON THE MOUTH while Sam, his GIRLFRIEND, just watched?!

“Oh yes.” Star deadpanned, not seeming too fazed by the weirdness happening before her.

“I didn’t think those three could get any more confusing, but I have no idea what’s happening over there right now.” Paulina sat back in her chair, arms crossed.

“Really?” Star raised an eyebrow. “You seriously didn’t see this coming? Those three,” she pointed with a delicately painted pink nail, “have been perfect polygamy material for like, three years.”

“Perfect what material?” Paulina’s face was all scrunched up in confusion, her little nose wrinkled up and her lips pursed in just the cutest little pout-

Star’s stomach fluttered alarmingly.

'Oh no.’

What the Valtersen/Bech Næsheim household looks like right now

Isak complains about his charming good looks being ruined 

  • Even winks at him, pulls him closer by the strong grip he has on his neck and tells him he has never been sexier
  • isak isn’t convinced
  • Even explains to him he looks like he just survived a heroic battle for his love and now they are reunited again which will result in a heat of passion between them
  • isak laughs and tells him he’s not going to participate in this grease lighting bullshit fantasy of his
  • Even pouts and says “you wouldn’t fight for me baby?” 
  • only words left on isak’s lips before their world turns into intense passionate fire are “always fight for you. Only you” 

Isak begins using his injury to get out of doing chores

  • “baby can you do that load of washing?, i’m just gonna get dinner” 
  • But evvvyyyyyyy I cann’t 
  • why not? 
  • my nose hurts
  • your nose hurts huh? hmm
  • yes so bad hurts so bad even can’t lift arms, can’t wash clothes can’t be alone
  • oh my gosh you’re totally trying to use your broken nose to get out of doing laundry
  • nei evy it hurts
  • fine prince charming i’ll do it later
  • Even turns to go and Isak whines 
  • what now?
  • can’t be without hugs 
  • Isaaaaak
  • nose hurts
  • Eventually Even lets dinner burn and wraps his arm around his whiny prince because he can’t say no to that pout and the way he lowers his lashes ahhh dear god this boy has him under his spell

Eskild won’t stop coming over to check on his boys

  • it was cute the first 5 times but then it got a little….
  • “booooys guess who’s here to save the day? your guru that’s who!” 
  • Eskild we’re fine really
  • don’t be silly my favourtie gay babies need me now what do you need help with?
  • well actually we have some laundry that needs to b-
  • Oh my gosh I just learnt this massage that helps healing let me try
  • Eskild I don’t thin-
  • Isaaaaak come here, guru has some secrets to help
  • nah i’m good
  • well fine, I will just grace you with my company omg do I have a story to tell you boys so Noora brought this drunk gorgeous boy home on the couch and omg let me tell you did he have some spunk
  • Even and Isak smile at each other and enjoy all the love Eskild offers them

Every morning Isak wakes up entangled in limbs. Even wraps his entire body around Isak, making sure the boy couldn’t disappear from him over night. Isak wakes up trapped under his boyfriends embrace - and he loves it

Even won’t stop kissing Isak’s face, he traces the purple pattern with his lips until he is convinced every single part of it has been evaporated by the gentle touch of his love. 

Every night Isak reminds Even that he loves him and that he always will, and every night Even tells Isak he is his entire world, even if he can’t do one fucking load of washing. 

Interrupted : Joe Sugg Smut

(requested) - changed it a little oops

“Oh my god, I frickin love this one!” Zoe said excitedly as Harry Potter and the goblet of fire began to play on the TV.

You and your boyfriend Joe were staying with Zoe and Alfie for a few nights at their house. It had been a while since you had seen them so it was quite nice to catch up and spend some time with them.

However, Alfie was out late with Sean and Dave as they were working on a van, turning it into a campervan or something. So you and Zoe had decided to have a girly night and watch some films, of course you both had popped out to M&S beforehand to get some snacks. Joe left you both to it as he had some editing to do, so Zoe had run him a bath and he was upstairs editing in the spare room – where you and Joe were staying.

“I always found this one really scary though.” You said to Zoe, pulling the blanket closer to your body.

“Yeah, if you think about it these films are actually quite scary.” Zoe pointed out.

“I mean… If I get scared watching them then I can imagine lots of other people do.”

Time went by as you and Zoe watched the film. Nala was asleep next to Zoe on the sofa and Alfie still wasn’t back yet. You checked the time.

“How is it half 11 already?” You said, not quite believing how fast the time has gone.

When there was no reply, you looked over at Zoe to find her fast asleep on the sofa. Typical.

You watched about 15 minutes more of the Harry Potter film before your phone buzzed. It was Joe.

‘What you doing? X’

You didn’t reply, the film was almost over so you would go up and see him soon. About 2 minutes later your phone buzzed again.

‘Y/N xx’

Joe hardly ever put kisses in texts unless he was missing you or in a loving mood.

‘Yes?’

‘Come to bed x’

This made you smile. You were feeling quite tired and would love nothing more right now than to go and see your boyfriend. The film was almost over so you decided to head up. You thought about waking Zoe, but decided against it as she’d probably wake up soon or Alfie will wake her when he gets home.

You folded the blanket you were using and placed it on the edge of the sofa. You silently walked out of the living and through the kitchen. You got up the first flight of stairs and opened the door to the spare room, revealing a half naked Joe in his boxers laying beside his laptop on the bed.

“Finally!” He smiled up at you, placing his laptop on the floor and stretching his arms out to you.

“How’s editing going?” You asked, shutting the door and moving over to him.

“Fine, but I missed you.” He pouted and pulled you by your wrists so you got onto the bed next to him.

“Aw babe. I missed you.” You replied, even though you were only apart for 2 hours or so and you were just downstairs.

He wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his body, you wrapped your arms around his exposed waist.

“Joe!” You laughed when you felt something hard poke into your leg.

“I know, I really need you right now.” He told you truthfully.

“Well we’re in your sisters house so I don’t think so babe.” You laughed, getting up off the bed and into the en suite bathroom to brush your teeth.

“Fuck sake.” You heard Joe sigh as you walked away from him.

However, when you were almost done brushing your teeth you heard a light moan. Was he really doing this right now?

“Y/N.” You heard your boyfriend moan out. Even though you had just told him you wouldn’t do this with him here, you couldn’t help but feel very aroused at the thought of Joe touching himself to the thought of you.

You walked back into the bedroom and switched off the bathroom light. Joe was sat up, leaning against the head board with a hand wrapped around himself. His boxers were now on the floor. Even though this was the last situation that you would like to be in, you couldn’t deny that the sight in front of you made you weak at the knees. Joe’s eyes were drooping from the pleasure he was giving himself. His eyes never left you as he pumped his length at a steady pace.

“Please.” He whimpered.

That was all it took for you slip off your pyjamas and leave them on the floor at the end of the bed. Joe watched you the whole time you were getting undressed, and when you were finally fully naked, he picked up the pace of his hand movements.

“Can you honestly not wait?” You laughed, climbing onto the bed once again.

“I’m so fucking horny.” He groaned, finally moving from his position so that he could lean forward and press his lips against yours.

Lips still attached, Joe flipped you around so now your back was against the mattress and he was hovering over your exposed body.

Your hands went to Joe’s chest, feeling up and down his toned stomach. This was one of your favourite things about Joe – his abs were so defined and you loved it. One of his hands went next to your head to hold himself up, and the other went to the head board of the bed.

You broke the kiss and stared up at Joe with a smirk. He sent you a confused look.

“What?” He asked.

“I just really love you.”

“Well, Y/N, I love you so much more,” He smiled, kissing you again. “But we’ve got to be quiet.”

Without warning, Joe pushed himself into you. You had to hold yourself back from letting out a moan. You were so used to having sex with Joe at home and making as much nose as you wanted, when you had sex somewhere like this you always struggled to keep quiet.

It’s because Joe knew exactly how to make you feel good. Considering you’ve been together for around 2 years now, Joe knew your body. He loved to make you shake so hard when you cum and to scream out his name. Sex with him was always and intense and you loved it.

He rocked in and out of you, each thrust getting harder. The feeling of Joe’s bare skin on your own was such an intimate feeling which is why you were on the pill. It was such a nice feeling to have Joe completely inside you without a condom, it made the pleasure even more enjoyable and it made you feel closer to him.

“Babyyyy…” Joe moaned into your shoulder before nipping at the bare skin.

You took Joe’s hand that was holding onto on the head board and laced your fingers together. He gave your hand a squeezed and let out a gentle moan, trying his hardest not to make too much noise. Joe’s moans were the most angelic thing you’ve ever heard and you would do anything right now to hear his moans and groans echo throughout the room.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, making Joe stop his actions immediately. When the handle went down, he pulled out of you as quickly as he could and pulled the covers over you both, making it look casual. Thankfully, he was quick enough.

“Y/N?” Zoe opened up the door as she rubbed her tired eyes. “I can’t believe I fell asleep on the sofa!”

“I know! I mean… can’t say I was surprised!” You laughed.

You could hear Joe panting next to you, trying to catch his breath. His cheeks were red but Zoe didn’t suspect anything.

“We’ll have to have another girly night again soon, and I promise I won’t fall asleep.”

“Ok,  Zoe, I’ll believe it when I see it.” You laughed.

“I won’t!” She defended.

“Is Alfie still not back?” You asked.

“No, I’m think I’m going to ring him in a minute though. What are they doing? Surely they can’t get much done in the dark.” As Zoe spoke, you felt Joe’s hand trail up your thigh.

You didn’t think anything of it until he kept on getting closer and closer to your centre.

“Yeah, he’ll probably be back soon though.” You said to Zoe.

Joe’s fingers went to your clit, gently rubbing his fingertips against the sensitive area. You sucked in a breath, feeling uncomfortable with the situation but also still very horny.

“How many days has he been doing it for?” Joe piped up. You squeezed the duvet in your hand as Joe slid his middle finger into you.

“This is the third, I think they’re planning on finishing it on Saturday.” Zoe told her brother and he nodded.

“It’s quite cool that they’re doing this though,” He replied, sliding his finger in and out of you as you bit your bottom lip, trying your absolute hardest to refrain from moaning.

“I think it’s amazing! I can’t wait to see what it looks like when they’ve finished it,” Zoe said. “Well, I’m going to bed now so night you two.”

“Night, Zo.” Joe said, using her nickname.

“G-goodnight.” You literally almost face palmed yourself as you stuttered over your words.

“You alright Y/N?” As Zoe asked this, Joe added another finger.

“I’m fine.” You quickly said as Joe finger fucked you.

“Ok,” Zoe sent you an odd look. “Night!”

“I fucking hate you, Sugg.” You said to Joe as soon as Zoe shut the door.

“You hate me?” He repeated. “Looks like you don’t want me to finish you off then.”

Joe’s fingers left you and you whined at the loss of contact.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You groaned.

“Of course, m’lady.” Joe chuckled, hovering over you and finishing you both off.

Irate - 2

(Part 1)

Summary:

Y/N’s curious, clumsy, and has a knack for asking the wrong questions at the wrong time. Bucky’s a hot-headed prick with a dark past and communication issues. Both are paired for training, and neither party is all too thrilled.

Word count: 791


You find the training room at precisely 6:28 a.m.

You’re rehearsing every possible angry excuse in your head. You’re new here. It’s not your fault the hallways are like the fucking labyrinth. It’s not like anybody was kind enough to provide you with a map of the place. And six a.m.? That’s less than four hours after your absolutely wonderful trainer had made it very clear that he was far from happy with having you as his trainee, which doesn’t leave you with a lot of time to sleep.

When you look around the room though, you realize it’s empty, and you almost sigh out of relief. There’s no need for excuses when there’s no one to give them to. Plus, Bucky can’t be mad at you when he’s late himself.

You decide to wait for five minutes, then scan the room one last time. He’s not here, and you doubt he’s going to show up. You’ve got better things to do anyway, like go back to sleep, so you’re not going to wait around any longer.

Bitter thoughts cloud your head again, and you mutter to yourself as you turn to exit the room, “If he couldn’t be up at six in the morning, why didn’t he just set a later time? What’s up with that attitude anyway? Why is he so–”

Bang!

You feel it before your brain can ever process what happening. The bullet whizzes past your ear, so close that the rush of air it leaves as it goes raises the hairs on the back of your neck. The sound registers later, and you jump, whirling around with eyes wide.

“Tip number one,” Bucky says, standing up from where he was crouched behind the pile of sandbags. “Always be aware of your surroundings.”

Your heart feel like it’s caught up between two paddles of an intense game of table tennis. Your eyes narrow dangerously at how relaxed he is, just standing there, disassembling his gun as if hadn’t just shot a bullet inches from your head.

“Are you insane?” Your voice is so shrill it sounds foreign to your own ears. “You could have killed me!”

Bucky shrugs. “But I didn’t.”

You can’t believe your ears. Steve you can handle. Sam’s nice enough. But this guy? He's– he’s an absolute psychopath! It hasn’t even been twenty minutes into training and you know exactly how you’re going to die: with the contents of your brain splattered across the pristine floor of the training room, all thanks to Bucky Barnes.

The look on your face must speak for itself, because Bucky’s expression changes from nonchalant to serious again, and he strides up to you until he’s closer than he needs to be and his hand is grabbing your wrist firmly. Every fiery insult that’s manifested inside your head dies tragically somewhere on the way to your lips.

Bucky pulls out a roll of boxing wraps from his pocket and starts wrapping your right hand. “Tip number two,” he says, voice dangerously low this time. “Shoot where you aim.” He moves onto your left hand. “Misfiring can be fatal.”

When both your hands are nicely secure, he steps back. “You’re not ready for a gun yet. We’ll start with the bags.”

Turns out, you’re probably not ready for the bags yet either. When Bucky tells you to have your best at it, the punch you throw is so pathetic, you wince on behalf of your trainer.  For a moment he just stares at you with an impassive look on his face. Then his eyes close and his hand passes over his face as he inhales sharply. When he opens his eyes again, there’s a tick in his jaw.

He positions your hands so that they’re right in front of your face. “Drop them,” he explains, “and you drop your guard. And when you punch, all the power should come from here.” His hands settle on your hips, and you can feel how cold they are even through the fabric of your tights. You flinch.

He steps away, and you try again. This time, you can feel the strength behind your punch, and you swell with a little pride. So you’re not that bad.

Two hours later, Bucky’s showed you a whole lot more about punching. You’re drenched in sweat and your arms feel like they’re going to fall off. When you can’t do anymore, you stop, dropping your arms to your knees and taking a moment to catch your breath.

When you glance up at Bucky, he nods, then studies his watch for a moment. When he look back up, a lazy smirk manages its way across his face.

“Do it again.”

(You’ve decided. You hate Bucky Barnes.)


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Hi Cassie! There's something that's always bothered me about Jace. In COB after Jace brought Clary to the institute and she was unconscious for 3 days he didn't visit her once and yet in COG he said that after he saw her he couldn't stop thinking about her and how he forced Hodge to be the one who brought her to the institute. So my question is: if he wanted to be around her so much than why hadnt he come to visit? Thank you for answering and for your books. They've changed my life. :)

That’s precisely why he didn’t visit her. He had feelings about her already and it threw him. He didn’t like feeling vulnerable. Jace staying cool, calm and collected, always a little amused and distant, is part of his survival strategy. Like Alec (they’re not always so different) he’s intensely private, not prone to histrionics, and doesn’t always show what he feels most strongly. The last thing he wants is to deal with unexpected vulnerability about a complete stranger. Staying away actually shows how strongly he felt a lot more than hovering around curiously would have. 

i saw annadeathglare’s post about the seven playing uno??? and my miND WENT CRAZY I’M SORRY:

  • hazel being super reluctant in using her draw 2s because it’s rude apparently
  • piper “accidentally” charmspeaking people into making the worst uno choices o m g
  • leo spamming all his reverses and skips and draw 2s until he’s left with a shitty card
  • PERCY ALWAYS, ALWAYS USING HIS WILD CARDS TO CHANGE THE COLOR TO BLUE. ALWAYS
  • frank being kinda pro at it??? because he’s played mythomagic with nico and nothing can be harder, really
  • jason trying to keep a poker face but he starts grinning every time he draws a good card from the pile 
  • ACTUAL STRATEGIST ANNABETH CHASE WHO ANALYZES EVERYONE’S PICKS AND FREKING ACTS LIEK IT’S A GAME OF POKER
  • buuuut annabeth tends to overthink a lot and ends up getting flustered and annoyed when things don’t go her way
  • leo’s such a sore loser tho, he burnt the pack once when he lost
  • piper smiles at people the whole game and it gets crEEPY and nobody except annabeth can meet her eyes 
  • “best three out of five!” percy screams whenever he loses, which is, like, all the time
  • frank has thE BEST POKER FACE
  • percy inevitably gets stuck with all the blue cards and has to keep drawing from the pile 
  • hazel uSES HER CARDS TO FAN HERSELF
  • leo always forgets to say “uno” when he plays his second-to-last card and annabeth always always notices and makes him draw more cards from the pile
  • only frank can tell the difference between the 6s and the 9s
  • they always play uno and eat nachos AND ONCE PERCY PUT HIS CARD INTO THE DIP
  • jason always says “the winds are changing” when he puts down a reverse card
  • hazel being so excited when playing for the first time; she squeals when she gets a wild draw 4 card
  • EVERYONE USES SKIPS ON ANNABETH
  • percy’s so bad at hiding his cards; one time he looked up and saw everyone giggling at him and peeking at his cards. now he keeps his cards under his shirt.
  • “BETRAYER” frank screams every time someone uses a draw 2 on him
  • piper is actually really superstitious about uno and gets really whiny when things dont work out “the way the cards said they would”
  • whenever jason notices he’s losing he “sneezes” and everyone’s cards go flying and he just shrugs like oops
  • unspoken rule: save all the draw 2s and draw 4s for annabeth
  • leo screams, “OFF THE FIELD” whenever he puts down red cards
  • percy is so dramatic when he plays uno. he always sighs like he’s so regretful and says, “i didn’t want to do this..” and then he plays all his draw 2s at once
  • frank isn’t bitter when he loses but he might fly above you as a pigeon and POOP ON YO FACE
  • one time everyone was sneaking peeks at jason’s cards SO HE PLAYED THE WHOLE GAME IN MIDAIR
  • frank is actuAL SILENT kILLER, he plays so calmly and quietly and then casuALLY DROPS LIKE THREE DRAW 4s 
  • piper flirts with jason the most when they play uno and it throws him off his game so mucH
  • “why can’t you be happy for me??” percy whines every time he wins
  • annabeth keeps a careful scoreboard of wins and losses that leo wipes clean every time he gets the chance
  • PIPER AND ANNABETH IN THE FINALS IN THE MOST INTENSE SHIT EVER
  • hazel always starts off really well but crumbles at the end. she’s also super observant and watches annabeth play a lot and ends up getting better and better
  • “i can’t kiss you during uno. this is war,” annabeth tells percy before using a skip card on him
  • most games usually end up with cards getting burnt, getting blown off the table, or getting flooded. annabeth always groans, “let’s play twister next time” but they never do.

Him: What’s the M –

Me: I just think it’s funny how Zeke stay forgiving Mylene for everything she has done to him from the blatant emotional abuse to the neglect to how she talks down to him as if she is better than him. I mean, Mylene barely has a loyal bone in her body.  She is all talk. And worse, she tried to drag her friend Yolanda down into doing some hyper sexual bullshit with her without even asking her if she felt comfortable. That’s some low shit. Meanwhile, he’s out here trashing Shao like Shao knew any better. Shao was sexually abused,  blatantly. Period. He was prostituted by Fat Annie and forced into this box since he never had anyone. Now, he finally has a family and he doesn’t get how a family operates. Yeah, he did osme wrong, but Zeke, an orphan, promised to be the one looking out for him. Leaving him like that was just a blatant way of abandoning him, like he finally found his out. Worse, he never sat down and told Shaolin WHY he wanted to leave to college He just assumed he would know how much it meant to him. Shao ain’t ever know ANYBODY who went college, and doesnt ever see the point in it. Maybe instead of abandoning the people from your old block, you would try to help them see the fortune in it. He messed up with Boo Boo, true, but Boo Boo isn’t entirely clean in this either. Boo Boo had a will to do something, and Shao thought he was protecting him. That’s it. Zeke, you invented Rap Music, and I pay respects to you for that homie, but you dont know how to be anything but lovesick. You know all about romantic love, but you are shit platonically and I think you can blame your parents death for that.  And while I’m at it, let’s also talk about the elephant in the room: Shao is Queer. That is not up for debate. He is Queer as FUCK. In a series that does very good about showing LGBT throughout the series, while also carefully weaving through the latent homophobia in the black community (way better than they did in Part 1, might I add) I would think more people would have sympathy for Shao as he navigates what might be the newest feelings in the world for Zeke, someone he loves intensely and can’t even cognitively understand how to manauver through. He let him move in, and basically leapt out the window when he said he would stay forever. This guy didnt want Zeke to leave him and so he made mistake after mistake because of it. Let’s be real: that’s why Shao was ALWAYS so antagonistic to Rah Rah and Mylene: his two opponents for all of Zeke’s love. Let’s try to be more open to Shao’s flaws.

fic: Yin and Yang

title: yin and yang

genre: fluff/tiniest bit of angst if you squint

warnings: swearing | word count: 1500

description: a sunset beach walk after phil’s thirtieth birthday brings talk of things to come and decisions they figure they need to discuss. plus there’s this metaphor about the sunset.

yin and yang; light and dark, day and night - two opposites that are made to be together.

“I think you’d be a sunrise,” Phil says.

Dan quirks an eyebrow and prompts him to elaborate. “I’m all gloom and darkness, I’m definitely a three am sky.”

Phil frowns. “Maybe, but you’d be scattered with stars. And you’d be five in the morning, not three, the sun would be just about ready to rise. There is some light in you, Dan.”

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Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.7

                                               Part S E V E N

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: 100 notes please, my loves! im so so happy that you love this series and i hope this part gives you a lil somethin to smile about. i promise, calum seems a little better in this part !

Parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]  

                                                    I M A G I N E

Outside the Bar, 1:05 A.M. 

Wind blew through your hair, making music in your ears as you were stood outside of the Finnish bar. It was dimly lit, with few people waiting outside to enter the bar. Calum was still holding your wrist with a tight grip, feeling it go numb just by his touch. 

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Ficlet: Purple

@klangst-week Day 3 – Hurt/Comfort

Summary: After Keith’s heritage is revealed to the team, Lance helps Keith comes to grips with his past – and his present.


It didn’t take a tech genius, a warrior princess, a fearless leader, a mechanical gourmand, a headstrong royal advisor, or a daring fighter pilot to find Keith in the Castle of Lions. As soon as the team meeting broke, Keith and Allura both fled the room, and to Lance’s shock, Shiro went after Allura, not Keith. Hunk and Pidge gathered to talk about the upcoming battle strategy, so with a heavy sigh, Lance went after Keith.

He found Keith on the training deck, already slicing his way through the gladiators with an intensity he saved for Shiro, Zarkon himself, and Lance every so often when he pushed the right buttons.

And Lance always pushed the right buttons.

The Blue Paladin crossed the deck and stood next to the bench, waiting for Keith to notice him. It didn’t take long – only seven gladiators or so – before Keith got his ass kicked enough to growl, “What do you want?”

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A blanket, a tea and a mother's love

Summary: “I’m in love with your son.” “I know.” And that’s all it took for Dan Howell to break.

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Just some disgusting Dan-Mrs. Lester fluff. FLUFF enjoy.

When they got to the Lester’s house and were told that Dan usual room was being painted and that he and Phil had to share his room, the brunette didn’t think much of it, after all, they slept together all the time.

Well, they used to sleep together all the time back in 2009. I mean, it has only been, what? Seven years? They always fell asleep in the lounge and even ended up cuddling so, was there a differece?

The answer was yes. Yes there was.

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AWARD (M)

BACKGROUND: You were the make up artist assigned to design and apply the scars on Taehyung’s back for their MAMA performance. Then things get a little heated.

AUTHORS NOTE: This picture just nearly killed me along with that damn performance. So I said I’d write a fic about it and now here it is! I know it’s nothing much but it got my feelings out for Tae quite a bit. I’ll do better next time ;) enjoy! 

Not my greatest work, but oh well :)



You force yourself to calm down, to hide the shaking of your fingers, to slow down the beat of your heart, and to bite back your unnecessary panting. Your fingers lightly press against the skin on his lower back and you immediately hear the hiss that escapes his mouth.

“Your fingers are cold.” He immediately comments. You nod your head as you dab the last few finishing touches, praying to the heavens that your ears weren’t as red as they felt. 

 "Woah, it looks so real.“ You hear Jungkook mutter behind you and you bite back a smile as you continue to work, motivated by the compliment. 

“Don’t excite me!” Taehyung whines as he angles his head to look at you. 

“Are you almost done?" 

"Yup.” You nod, doing your best to avoid his gaze. Taehyung was in colored lens again today and somehow that always seemed to stir something in you when he looked at you so intensely. 

Once you were pleased with your work, you drop your hands against your lap and study your design quietly. The scars had looked better than you had expected them to. The intricate curves had made them look like they were really a place where beautiful wings once laid on. You don’t know what had came over you or why you even did it, but you lifted your hand and traced a single line against Taehyung’s spine, fascinated by the sculptured form of his back. 

A shiver immediately runs down the boy’s body and he snaps his head back to look at you, eyes wide. Once you realized what you had done, your own eyes widen in return as you clutch your hand against your chest. 

“I’m sorry, I was just-” You bite your lower lip, feeling your cheeks flame in embarrassment “I was just checking if it was dry." 

You mentally slap yourself, knowing your lie was the most idiotic thing you could have said. The make up was on his shoulder blades yet you had your hands running down his spine. 

"Is it? Dry, I mean?” Taehyung asks, his voice deeper than usual. You swallow the lump stuck in your throat and nod, desperately searching for someone to save you from your own embarrassment. 

As if hearing your plea, Taehyung’s stylist immediately steps towards him, handing him his dress shirt and coat for the performance. 

“You should get ready.” You mumble, standing up and grabbing your equipment.

 "But Y/N, How am I gonna get this off later?“ Taehyung asks as he puts on his dress shirt, eyes trained on you. It takes all your will power to keep your eyes on his face, doing your best not to glance at his abdomen as you spoke.

"I’ll be here later, I’ll help you get the make up off.” You answer and Taehyung’s answering smile was so blinding that you had to clench your fists together to calm yourself down.

“That’s great. Thanks.” He nods and before you could humiliate yourself even more, you spin around and head for the doors, your heart slamming against your chest while your head swam with another wave of embarrassing imaginations all because of a certain

 Kim Taehyung. 



You let out a smile as you watch the last of the stylists make their ways out of the room, a fresh wave of tears streaming down their faces.

“Y/N, we’re going to place everything in the car, I think Taehyung’s the only one who hasn’t gotten dressed yet.” One stylist had told you.

“Yeah, Jimin said Taehyung & Jin are still out greeting other people.” You nod, praying to the heaven’s that they’d change their decision and say that they’d wait with you. 

 "Well, we’ll go ahead. We cant have ourselves looking this horrible for the after party. Will you be okay handling him on your own?“ 

Jesus, no. 

"Sure, you guys go ahead.” You nod, hands running through your hair as you bite back the urge to beg them to stay. Fuck your kind heart. 

Once they had shut the doors, you let out a sigh of frustration before scanning around the room. The only things left were your own equipment plus Taehyung and Jin’s things. The two boys were apparently still out talking to the other idols they had shared the stage with. 

You glance at yourself through the mirror, letting out a chuckle at the sight of your swollen eyes. When they had announced BTS as the winner, the whole waiting room had practically burst out in tears as you all watched the boys cry on stage. You remember biting back a huge smile as tears streamed down your cheeks at just how proud you were seeing them accepting the award they had long deserved. 

The sudden bang of the door has you jumping in shock as you snap your head back, finding Jin smiling apologetically at you. 

“Did we make you wait?” He mumbles, scurrying to grab his clothes from the couch. You shake your head and smile back at him.

“No, it’s fine. I was just cleaning up." 

You watch as Taehyung enters with their manager, a wide smile on his face as he rubs his hands together. 

"I kind off got carried away talking to them.”

“Of course you did.” Their manager smiles before turning to look at you “Y/N, could you stay here and help out Taehyung first? I need to help Jin find his phone. He lost it again. " 

You look back at Jin who was already shrugging on his sweater and throwing his backpack over his back. 

"I swear I had it with me earlier.” Jin frowns, waving at you before he’s jogging out of the doors. You watch in silent desperation as their manager shuffles after the oldest member, shutting the door and leaving you to your own doom.

You grit your teeth and shut your eyes before a clearing of throat has you jumping in shock. You turn to look at Taehyung who stood awkwardly by the mirrors, his eyes dancing around the room.

“So, how do I get this scar off of me?” He asks and you do your best to steady your voice as you reach for your pouch. 

“I’ll do it, turn around.” You thank the heaven’s for the fact that your voice had not cracked as you pull out wet wipes and make up removers.

Taehyung turns around obediently and you curse yourself mentally when you hear him dropping his coat and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. You force yourself to push back the unwanted thoughts that lingered at the back of your mind, knowing that you had to be professional to get your job done. All this fantasizing about Kim Taehyung was going to get you nowhere and could have even cost you your job. 

“Did you cry?” His sudden question causes you to glance up at the mirror, eyes locking with his through the reflection.

“A bit.” You smile “You guys made a lot of us cry”

“I cried a bit too.” He smiles in return, hands rubbing his arms awkwardly.

“I forgot to congratulate you though.” You mumble, head bobbing to the side “Congratulations BTS!”

Taehyung purses his lips as he bites back a smile and nods “Thank you.”

When his hands run down his abdomen, you decide it was time for you to look away unless you wanted another wave of dirty thoughts to cross your mind again. You gingerly place your hands against his lower back, not noticing the sudden clench of Taehyung’s jaws as his skin tightened under your hold. 

You start chanting “I love my job” over and over again in your head, doing your best to avoid having your mind wander as you worked. 

Once you were just about to finish, a small red dot against Taehyung’s skin has you frowning as you do your best to wipe it away. You frown at the fact that no matter how much you wiped it, the dot had stayed glued against his skin. You bite your lower lip in concentration before you use your nails to gently rake against his back, hoping it would wipe away the nuisance against his skin. 

 "Stop!“ Taehyung’s command has your hands stopping in mid air as you lift your head up to look at him through the mirror. The air leaves your lungs once your eyes lock with the boy in front of you. His gaze was dark, a slight shine of sweat running down his chest as his veins strained against his skin while his fingers clutched his legs painfully.

"Did-Did it hurt? I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“Stop biting your lips and looking at my back like that, its driving me mental.” The crack in Taehyung’s voice has a sudden wave of heat traveling down through you. You spare yourself a glance at the mirror and almost choke back a gasp when you see how hooded your eyes had become, your cheeks were red in embarrassment while your lips had become swollen and pink after being bitten on for too long. 

 "I- oh god. I’m sorry.“ You mumble nervously and before you could say anything else, Taehyung spins on his heels, grabbing your wrist and pulling you up and towards him. 

You let out a yelp as your face comes inches away from his, your heart slamming against your chest so strong and loud you were sure he could hear it. 

"And stop saying you’re sorry when I’m more than flattered to have you gawking at me like I’m fucking meal.” He smirks, head bobbing to the side. The breath that leaves your lips has your knees shaking, ready to give up on you. Taehyung immediately steadys you by placing his hands against your hips, as his eyes twinkle with mischief.

 "I’m gonna need you to say something, Y/N. Cause if I’m wrong then I just sounded like one hell of a cocky bastard just now.“ 

You were dreaming.

Of course you were, there was no way in hell Kim Taehyung was flirting with you. That just was’t humanly possible. To prove your point, you pinch your arm and suddenly let out a sound of pain at the sting. You stare at your arm wide eyed then turn to Taehyung as he takes the hurt arm from you. 

"What did you do that for?” He frowns, thumb rubbing gently against the reddening area. 

“Checking to see if this was a dream.” You mumble thoughtlessly. Taehyung lets out a low chuckle before leaning his head closer to you, his nose crinkling as he shook his head. 

“I’ll be damned if this was a dream. It’s taken me so long to actually have the balls to finally corner you like this.” He mutters, his breath dancing against your skin due to the close proximity. Your eyes unconsciously wander to his lips, watching as his tongue glides teasingly over the plump portion of his lip before it retreats back into his mouth. Your lips part in need and when you lift your eyes to lock with Taehyung’s, his lips are suddenly on yours. 

So this is what heaven tastes like. 

His grip against your waists tightens as he pulls you closer against him, his other hand placing itself on the back of your neck, as if restricting your from pulling back. You place your hands on his bare arms, lips moving perfectly in sync with his, as if he was a breath of fresh air to your lungs. 

Taehyung pulls back, gently tugging on your lower lip with his teeth as he places his forehead against yours. 

“Shit, I should have done that a long time ago.” The breathlessness of his voice has you leaning against him, arm wrapping around his neck for support as you felt your knees shaking. 

“You didn’t even know I existed back then.” You mutter, remembering the lack of conversation between the two of you ever since you had start working for BTS. 

Taehyung shakes his head, a smile forming against his lips as his fingers drum dangerously close to the hem of your shirt. “You came in that day in a red turtleneck dress paired with black boots, Y/N. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of you. Yet every time I tried talking to you, you looked so damn scared to talk to me I thought you had hated me or something." 

"I didn’t” You shake your head, eyes widening at Taehyung’s words. Hated him? Far from it. You had adored Taehyung since you had laid eyes on him. The moment you had saw him smiling and laughing with Jimin, you knew you were hooked. But you knew you were nothing more than a make up artist to him and having any sort of feelings for him could have also risked your job. 

“I know.” He smiled, pushing back a strand of your hair as his thumb swiped back and forth against your chin “I discovered that when-" 

"When?” You gulp, watching him lean forward as he places a soft kiss against your chin. 

“You were asleep in one of the changing rooms last month” Another kiss lands against your throat and you angle your head back, heart hammering against your rib cage.

“I’d forgotten my phone and just as I was about to reach for it, you had moaned something so delicious to hear." 

Your mouth falls open when Taehyung bites your skin only to swipe his tongue against it apologetically. 

"And do you know how many nights I had to go off on my own, reliving you moaning my name the way you had that night?” His hands squeeze your ass and you let out a responding moan as you back arches against him. 

“That’s my girl.” Taehyung smiles against your skin “Will I be hearing more of that tonight or should I stop?" 

Always the gentleman, Kim Taehyung. 

You run your hands through his hair, your eyebrow quirking upwards before your tugging on his hair, causing Taehyung’s mouth to open in shock as a low groan escapes his mouth. If you were going to hell, then you might as well have abused it. 

Wanna hear me scream it this time?“ You had no idea where this surge of confidence had come from and you had no time to let the embarrassment of it consume you because right after two beats, Taehyung’s mouth is on yours yet again. Then after another blink of an eye, he suddenly he has your legs wrapped around him as he walks towards the long couch situated in the middle of the room.

Your lips danced against each other in a sloppy desperate kiss, wanting to devour each other as your hands roamed each others body. Taehyung takes a seat against the couch and you immediately straddle him, your hips having a mind of their own as they start rocking against him for friction. Taehyung lets out a moan so low and so delicious that you bite down on his lower lip before swiping your tongue against it. The responding groan this time has you smiling against his lips in triumph. Oh how you were going to milk out every sound out of him tonight. 

"Don’t test me, babe. You have no idea what I plan to do to you just to hear every sound that can come out from the pretty little mouth of yours.” Taehyung mumbles as he’s lifting your shirt just above your chest before pulling down your bra to release your breasts to him. 

“But they’ll be waiting for us so-” A light pinch against one of your nipples has you mewling as your body jerks in response “-that’ll have to be another time.”

He doesnt even give you the chance to respond as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his hands pinching the other bud as a loud moan escapes you and you’re arching against him. 

“Tae, please.” The sound of his name against your lips sends a flash of white against Taehyung’s eyes and he’s swiping his tongue over you before sucking again with full force. A list of profanities leave your mouth as the busy boy drops his hands before unbuckling your jeans. 

“Of all the days you chose to wear jeans, why today sweetheart." 

"I didn’t expect anybody to be fucking me today” You answer and Taehyung is growling as he pushes your jeans down along with your underwear before placing you back onto his lap, your heat landing perfectly against his clothed crotch. 

“I’m the only who’ll be fucking you ever.” He growls hands suddenly in your hair and tugging you closer to him “You understand?" 

Your lips quirk up in a smirk as your nails run lightly over his chest as you grind your hips against him, pleased to see the look of pleasure that crosses his face. 

"That depends on how you perform, Tae Tae." 

“Is that a challenge, babe? You know how much I love those.”

You had not noticed where Taehyung’s hands had traveled until you felt the light squeeze against the inside of your thigh. 

"I always wondered what you’d taste like against my mouth, i’ll just have to find out another time too.” He mumbles, fingers suddenly so close to your core that you bite on your lower lip in anticipation. 

Taehyung slides his fingers against your clit and you throw your head back, gripping his shoulders tighter, urging him to go on. The young boy smiles up at your state, fingers now sliding against your folds. Before you could even react to the slight sensation, he slips a finger inside of you, curling it before he’s pulling out only to slam back inside. 

“Fuck!” You scream, hips moving on their own accord, riding his finger as it pumped in and out of you. “You’re already so wet, babe. You’re taking my finger in so well.” Taehyung breaths, placing a chaste kiss against your open mouth, your moans filling the room. He adds another finger and you end up squeezing your eyes shut as you lean against him, your chest pressing against his. A familiar heat was pooling in your stomach as you ran your hands through Taehyung’s hair. 

 ”Tae, stop. I’m close.“ You mutter, the movement of your hips contrary to your words. 

“Now why on earth would I do that?” Taehyung places another chaste kiss against your shoulder before his hands pump in and out of you faster. You moan out his name mixed with a string of profanities as you felt the pleasure taking over you. A sudden smack against your backside has you choking out a moan as you shake your head back and forth, the pleasure becoming too intense to handle. Taehyung’s thumb starts rubbing circles against your bud and that’s when you had lost it. You scream out his name, your orgasm raking through you as Taehyung continued pumping his fingers in you, helping you ride out your orgasm till you were shivering from the over sensitivity. 

Fuck, Tae.” You breath as he pulls his fingers out of you. He lifts the two digits close to his face, his eyes suddenly twinkling at the sight of your juices coated around him. You watch in silent awe as he brings the two digits into his mouth, tongue dancing around the taste of you. You bite back another moan, the sight already enough to send you back over the edge. 

“I knew you tasted good.” He growls before his lips are on yours again, giving you a taste of yourself. You smile against him as you rake your fingers down his chest then towards his abdomen, appreciating every curve of muscle he had. Once you had felt his belt, you unbuckle the leather material immediately then pop open the button of his slacks, his hard on finally able to breath as you slowly drag the zipper over him. 

Taehyung moans against your mouth and you bite down on his lower lip as you palm him through his boxers. The beautiful boy throws his head back, eyes screwing shut as he does his best to control himself. You study the outline of veins running along his neck, fascinated by the way they strained against his skin. You dip your head down, fingers slipping past the band of his boxers and wrapping around his length as you swipe your tongue against the outline of the vein on his neck. Taehyung lets out a loud moan, his hips bucking against your hand as he runs a hand through his own hair. 

“Jesus, Y/N. How the fuck are you doing this?” He groans and you smile against his skin, pumping up and down on his length faster then suddenly flicking your thumb over the head causing Taehyung to buck harder into your hand, another string of curses dancing out of his mouth. His eyes had become so dark and hooded, devouring you with his gaze alone. You tease him by swiping your tongue against your lips causing a low growl to vibrate against the back of his throat. You were about to pump him faster but before you could even blink, Taehyung had grabbed your hands, twisting you till he was suddenly standing behind you and pushing his pants and boxers down his legs. You angle your head back to look at him, eyes widening when you see him pumping himself as he licked his lips at the sight of your behind spread out for him. He spares you one glance before a smirk graces his lips. 

“You’re dripping for me, babe.” He hums, his free hand palming your behind, the tip of his fingers running against your folds. You let out another moan, head getting lost at the amount of pleasure running through you. Never in your wildest dreams had you thought this would be happening with Taehyung. 

“Do I have to wear a condom? I really wanna feel you around me, Y/N.  I bet you’d feel fucking fantastic.” Taehyung grits his teeth, his own self control cracking at the sight of you. 

“I’m on the pill.” You immediately quip “Hurry the fuck up." 

Your eagerness made Taehyung want to tease you more. Yet he knew that as much fun at that had sound, the boy just couldn’t last a second any longer. He grabs your hips, positioning himself against your entrance, head flying back in pleasure at how your heat was already wrapping around the head of his cock. 

Taehyung!“ You all but scream and the boy did not have to be told twice as he slams into you, hilt deep. Your lewd moans echo around the room and you have you place your hand against you mouth, scared that someone was going to hear you. Taehyung throws his head back, his hand lightly running against your back, while his other hand gripped onto your hips for dear life, assuring you that you’d be bruised tomorrow. 

Move” You growl, annoyed that Taehyung was making no attempt of moving. You were about to scream at him again but the words die down in your mouth at the sudden slam of his hips against yours. You fly face first against the couch, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Taehyung keeps a steady pace. 

“Fuck, Y/n. You’re so fucking tight.” Taehyung says through gritted teeth, his eyes watching in silent awe as he slipped in and out of you perfectly. Suddenly, the distance between you two wasn’t enough and Taehyung tugs onto your hand, pulling you up as he pressed his chest against your back. Your mouth hangs open, the angle suddenly becoming all too much as he dug into you deeper each time. 

“Feel good, baby?” He hums against your ears, lips placing soft kisses against your jaw line. His fingers then make their way to your chest, massaging your breast and doubling the amount of pleasure vibrating through you. When you hadn’t answered his question, Taehyung’s hips stop moving as he smiles against you neck, your whines of protest caressing his ears. 

“Answer me, and I’ll move.“ 

What was his question again? Fuck, how was he even expecting you to be in the right mind with everything he was doing to you. 

"Yes?” You answer, unsure. Taehyung bobs his head to the side, one hand suddenly trailing down your stomach and stopping right above your heat. 

“Not sure?” He hums “Guess, I’ll have to show you how good this can get then." 

His hips slam so hard into you that you all but scream his name as his thumb starts rubbing slow circles against your clit, his other hand massaging your breast while his lips worked on marking your skin. You were seeing stars and the tightening of your stomach was becoming so intense that you knew your second orgasm was just a few moments away. 

Tae~“ You mewl and Taehyung just smiles against your skin, swiping his tongue against the purple bruise he’d just created. 

"Let go, sweetheart.” He mutters, his fingers moving faster against your bud as his pace speeds up even more. 

You had lost it.

Your mind had gone blank as a haze of white covered your eyes. Your body was shaking and your moans were already too incoherent as you dug your nails into the leather of the couch. Taehyung bites back a moan at the feel of your juices coating him, the heat and tightness of your orgasm wrapping around him. 

“I’m fuck- holy shit, Y/N.” Taehyung mutters, as he pumps into you, riding out your high. You were a mess, hair covering your face as sweat dripped down your body, your legs about ready to give up on you as you continued to moan out Taehyung’s name. The said boy, screws his eyes shut, suddenly pulling out of you as his own orgasm erupts, spilling his seeds on your back as he groans out your name. 

You all but collapse onto the couch, eyes shut as you listened to the silent rustle of Taehyung as he moved around the room. You open your eyes gingerly, chest still heaving when you suddenly feel a wet cloth rubbing against your back. You angle your head back, watching silently as Taehyung cleaned you up with the pack of wet wipes you had prepared earlier. When he catches your gaze, his signature box like grin beams up at you and as usual, you cant help your answering smile. When he was done, he lightly taps your behind and you immediately drop to the couch, body still recovering. 

 "You okay?“ Taehyung smiles, slipping on his jeans and shirt while his eyes studied your figure in appreciation. 

"Fine, just a little winded.” You mumble, reaching for your underwear and slipping it on. 

Just as the elastic band slaps against your skin, you lift your head up only to have your lips against Taehyung’s once more. The tall boy was hovering over you as he blindly reaches for your jeans, his lips never leaving yours. Just as you were about to go breathless, he pulls back and bobs his head to the side playfully. 

“I’m getting all kinds of awards today, arent I?" 

You shove him back as you laugh, slipping on your jeans as you bit back the urge to feel too ecstatic about his words. 

You watch as he slips on his coat, grabbing his phone from the table, smiling at himself before he’s turning to look back at you. 

"You look beautiful, Y/N." 

You had not expected those words to exit his mouth. In fact you had never even expected him to say that to you at all. 

Ever. 

"Don’t joke around like that, it’s not funny.” You playfully narrow your eyes at him as you grab you bag and swing it over your shoulders. You reach for your phone and just as you were about to stuff it in your back pocket, Taehyung is angling your head up to look at him. 

“Why in the world would I ever joke about that?” He mutters, voice deep as he arches an eyebrow. 

“I-I dont know.” You stutter, your nerves getting the best of you. 

“Hmm, maybe I need to teach you a lesson or two about just how beautiful you are.” He smiles, head leaning down as his lips hover close to your ears 

“Just you wait til the after party’s over. I’m gonna ravage the hell out of my award tonight.”




a/n: I suck at ending shit. Sorry ;( but yey, smutty Taehyung was fun.

Cuddles- Harry Potter

Draco

Originally posted by iiviixx

Saturday afternoons around Christmas were always a do nothing day, I sat in front of the fireplace in the Slytherin common room reading The Great Gatsby, “love why are you so interested in muggle books?” Draco asked. I ignored him and continued to read my book as it was getting quite intense, I felt the cushion next to me sink in and Draco was soon huddled right next to me, he started placing kisses down my neck “how do you expect me to just sit there and watch you bite your lip like that” he growled against my skin “Draco, I’m trying to read” I said sternly, “you’ve been reading all day” he whined as he continued to pester me. I closed my book tossing it on the table in defeat “I just want to cuddle” he pouted, I rolled my eyes at the blonde boy who always tried to come off as a big tough guy but in reality was the biggest marshmallow ever. He lay down on the couch pulling my back into his chest, but he soon rolled over so I was now the big spoon, I sighed, but not surprised my dorky boyfriend just wanted to be held all the time. 

Ron

Originally posted by maarch-24th

OWLS were finally over and we had a couple days to relax before we had to go home for the summer, this was the time of year most of us dreaded, Harry didn’t want to go back to the Dursley’s, Hermione loved her parents but after 5 years she was still in awe with Hogwarts and Ron hated how crowded his house got with his brothers visiting home and the constant stream of guests. We all knew within a month’s time we would be the guests crowding up the Burrow, but we still said our good byes as if we wouldn’t see each other till September. I sat on the end of Ron’s bed as I watched him pack, he lugged his trunk to the door and plopped himself down next to me, I lay back following his actions, he soon grabbed my hand playing with my fingers and hair. I knew that was his sign, every time Ron wanted to cuddle he would never initiate it, he would start to fiddle, touching my hair or arms, I rolled over as he wrapped his arm around me, I could feel his steady breathing against my neck, his hand interlaced with mine, I smiled at this perfect moment I always longed for.

Harry

Originally posted by loveviral

Another year and another courageous fight my stupid yet good-hearted boyfriend has won, I went up to the boys dormitory where I knew Harry would be packing his trunk dreading another summer with the Dursley’s. When I slowly pushed the door open I saw Harry standing over his trunk, carefully staring at a piece of clothing, still mourning the death of his God father, I padded across the room wrapping my arms around his waist pressing my head into his back “sorry love, I’m not really in the mood” he sighed pulling away from my grip. I frowned as I watched him close his trunk and carry it over to the door “Harry” I complained “I know you were supposed to live with Sirius this summer, and I know you loved him, you can’t push the people who care about you away” I sighed walking closer to him, this time he didn’t back away, I pulled him down to his bed and leaned my head on his shoulder, holding him close, “it’ll be okay, we can get through this together” I said, this was the first time he cried since it happened, the sobs wracked through his body but I comforted him “you don’t have to be strong all the time Harry” I whispered stroking his back. 

Fred

Originally posted by tess453

Fred and I were polar opposites, he was so loud, funny and outgoing, whereas I was quiet, serious and incredibly shy, but I guess it’s true what they say, opposites do attract because I couldn’t be any happier than I was with this goof ball red head. I sat in the common room re-reading my potions notes, I had told Fred and George many times they should study as well, but they decided they weren’t writing their OWLs and were planning a “brilliant prank” in their words. It wasn’t until 2am the boys came running in the common room, as usual disturbing the peace “y/n love, check this out… fireworks” Fred simply said, him and George making sound effects and popping actions with their hands. I stared at them, putting my notes down “fireworks?” I asked confused “fireworks” they repeated in unison, Fred plopped himself down next to me, the sudden weight shift causing me to fall into his side, he wrapped his arm around me pulling me close “we have come up with these fireworks that will re-create Umbridge’s pig face” George laughed “right, and when and where do you plan on doing this?” I asked concerned “in the great hall during the final exams” they exclaimed in unison “isn’t that a bit dangerous?” the questions continuing. They quickly but excitedly explained their plan before Fred tried silently but failed to tell George to get out, “now that we’re alone” Fred smirked pulling me onto his lap “Fred, I’m tired” I yawned “then sleep, love, I just want to be with you” he mumbled into my messy hair, I soon fell asleep to the steady heartbeat of Fred Weasley.

George

Originally posted by couplezzz

I sat on top of my boyfriend with every intent in keeping him pinned down “you think you’re stronger than me?” the redhead smirked “I don’t think, I know” I challenged. He rolled his eyes at me “you’re the biggest goof I’ve ever met” he smiled, I pretended to be offended “me!?” I gasped dramatically “yes you” he laughed pulling the pillow out from under his head and wacking me with it, before i could react he jolted up and grabbed me, pulling me into his chest, i burst into a fit of giggles against his chest, once I had calmed down I readjusted myself so my legs were now straight “George Weasley, what would your mother say about you hitting girls?” I joked “oh but I thought you were stronger than me” he smirked. I rolled my eyes “you’re such a loser” I mumbled into his chest “yes, but I’m your loser” he said pressing his lips to my temple, the energy in the room soon died down to relaxation and I was beginning to feel tired “I love you George” I whispered “I love you too, y/n” he replied holding me closer. 

Darkest Desire: Sweet Revenge

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Don’t forget to read previous chapters! Darkest Desire Masterlist

Chapter 17

Summary: Negan learns more details about what David did. Something major is revealed about Jamie.

Word Count: 1,992

WARNINGS: Intense beating, Another very descriptive death of a character 

HUGE THANK YOU as always to @i-am-negan-trash for being my beta reader! 


“Simon, I don’t fucking understand why she was so afraid to tell me? What the fuck am I missing here? How does she not know I’d never hurt her?!” Negan shook his head as he looked down at you laying in a bed in the infirmary.

“Do you realize how many times you have almost killed Jamie? Come on Negan! She’s not scared that you’ll hurt her, but that you’ll hurt people she cares about!” Simon reasoned.

“If I want her to tell me, then I’m gonna have to give her what she really wants. Where the fuck is Jamie?” Negan stood up and looked around the room.

“He has been doing much better today and is up and running about,” Eugene informed Negan.

“Well that’s a fucking miracle!” Negan tilted his head.

“I fear something bad happened to her.” Eugene looked down at you concerned.

“No fucking shit. What the fuck do you know?” Negan questioned him.

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Trimberly Short Fic

Based on the prompt:

“I borrowed your pen and it’s been 2 weeks and I still haven’t returned it because every time I talk to you, I am reminded of the massive fucking crush I have on you which always ends up leaving me speechless” AU courtesy of daeguarchives

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She knows it’s been long overdue and at this point she practically owns the damn thing, but Trini can’t seem to bring herself to return the pink and silver ballpoint pen back to its rightful owner.

Twirling it skillfully in hand, the bland monotone voice of their history teacher - who Trini’s fairly certain is just a clone of Ben Stein - drones on in the background of her daydreams as images of Kimberly vividly flashes in her mind. Her sarcastic gibes, no holds barred attitude, and a smile so positively radiant that it can cure cancer (it’s a scientific fact) Kimberly is by all means everything that Trini didn’t even know she wanted in life.

And now she’s everything she needs.

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My Check, Please! Survey Paper has finally been completed (and graded 0_0)

thank you again to all the contributors, some of the stuff you guys wrote genuinely made me cry. the way you all opened up about your feelings and life experiences just reminds me why we all love this comic so much. 

the good news is… i got a 95%!!! and my professor recommended that since this paper had a 5 page limit (i still wrote 6 *cough* nerd *cough*) i should revisit the topic for a senior seminar paper once i have the chance to do some even more extensive research!! remind me again how i lucked out into a major that allows me to do research papers on our gay hockey hell?

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I’m Not Him

Jughead x Reader. 

Prompt: The reader is in a bad relationship with one of the jocks, when they get into a huge fight she goes to see her Jughead, her best friend. Jughead tries to convince her she deserves better. 

Originally posted by marorra

I’m Not Him 

“No, your an ass-hole!” You shout, pushing his chest away from yours. You look up to meet his cold eyes, like he was feeling nothing about this whole situation. How he didn’t even care about how he had hurt your feelings. The countless times he had made you feel “unworthy”. The dates he stood you up on. The time you thought were romantic, personal moments between the two of you, but he left you the minute you looked away. Always finding something better. 

“Don’t over-react Y/N. Not again” he sighs, rolling his eyes yet again.
“Over react?! It’s our 5 month anniversary and you don’t even care! You’d rather spend it one some stupid guys night out?”
“Hey! I am always letting you go off to spend nights with Veronica and Betty, I never complain then!”
“Okay, one, when I spend those nights with my friends, it’s not on our anniversary or when we’ve made plans. And excuse me? You “let me” spend time with my friends?“
"You know I didn’t mean it like that” he rolls his eyes again. Is he serious right now? You feel your blood start to boil in your veins as your anger rises. You press your hand into a fist behind your back, your nails digging into the palms hard. 

“I don’t care what you meant. I’m leaving” you sigh, biting your lip to stop it from quivering. You grab your jacket and bag from the floor next to the couch you were both sitting on and rush over to the door.

“Come on Y/N. Chill the fuck out. It’s not like we were going to do anything special” he scoffs. Clearly not remembering how you’d confided in him. How a few weeks ago in a heated moment where he had tried to take off your clothes you promised him that you would make your anniversary special. Giving him your virginity was something so special to you, it showed how much you trusted him, how much you cared, how much you loved him.
Clearly it meant nothing to him.

“Fuck you” you whisper, hoping he heard you as you walk out the door, slamming it behind you.

The cold hit you as you walked the empty, dark streets. The thin jumper you picked up this morning was perfect for the cool breeze of morning but when it became night, the thin layer was not enough to save your skin from the air. You shivered, hugging your arms as you walked. Where to go? Not home, he would think of that, be there waiting for you, waiting to make up. With blood still boiling you decide to walk far and fast. No particular direction, just any way to distract yourself.

“Y/N?” asks a voice in the darkness, making you jump. With worried eyes you look around, suddenly realising where you had walked to. A movie plays in the background to an almost empty drive in. The voice coming from your best friend who was leaning against the door to the projection room. His crown perfectly settled on his head as usual, proving to the world how much of a prince he really was, despite so many people being unable to realise it.

“What are you doing here?” Jughead asks, talking over the movie which you realise is Pretty In Pink, a classic, and one of your favourites. It was the scene where Andie confronts Blane about their prom, shouting at him to admit he is ashamed of her. How ironic.

“I just needed to breathe” you sigh, your breath appearing like a cloud of smoke in front of your face.
“You look freezing” he rushes over to you, pulling off his jacket and draping it around your shoulders. When he gets up close he looks at you properly. His intense stare looking at every detail on your face.
“Thanks Juggie” you force a smile on your lips.
“Y/N? What’s going on?” he asks, looking down at you, never breaking his gaze, clearly concerned. Why did he have to be so perfect. He cared so much that it felt inhuman sometimes. He cared for everyone, was always there for Archie in times of need, when Betty needed calming down or cheering up, he was always there. But sometimes that looked like nothing compared to how he looked out for you. Whenever there was the slightest glint of sadness or anger on your face he was there, within seconds he would be making you smile, cuddling you when you felt lonely, bringing Pop’s take out to your house with a movie to cheer you up before you had even text him to ask if he was free. It’s like he knew you better then you knew yourself.

Bringing you inside the projection room he walks behind you, his hands rubbing up and down your arms trying to warm you up as much as possible. You both sit down on his mattress laid out on the floor in the corner. You had constantly offered Jughead a place to stay at your house, your parents loved him and would do anything for him, but Jughead knew your boyfriend. Knew how jealous he would get, and he didn’t want that drama at school. Drama was never something Jug voluntarily got into unless it was to protect someone else.
“So, are you going to tell me what brings you out here so late at night?” He asks with a sigh, lifting his arm up to lazily swing it around your shoulder, bringing you in closer so you can lean against his chest. You sigh happily in the comfort of the moment. All the anger you had early started to fade away as you melted into his arms.

“Just… It’s just him” You hear Jughead sigh. He knew exactly what he was like, his habit of lowering your confidence, making you beg for his attention as if he was a God you had to worship. From the beginning Jughead had shown his distaste for your taste in men, the amount of times he told you to leave him but you never paid attention. You thought you knew what love was, but if this was it, was it really worth it?

“What has the ass-hole done now?” he asks, squeezing your shoulder, pulling you closer into his chest, if that was even possible.
“He’s decided he wants to miss our anniversary for a guys night out”
“Y/N” he says sympathetically. “He’s a dickhead. I’m not surprised…”

Listening to Jughead rant was not what you needed right now. He lectured so many times about him but now was not the time for another lesson.
“Jughead stop. Please!” You shout, louder then you had intended too but the anger in you had started to rise again. You push yourself away from his chest, sitting up to look at him directly. He stops mid-sentence, just staring at you. “I can’t listen to this right now. I know you hate him. I know. You are my best friend, that’s what I need you to be right now! I don’t want you to tell me how he’s a dick, how he keeps doing this because I know he does! I’m the one who’s had to put up with it first hand! I don’t want it repeating for me by you, not now!” You shout, your eyes watering in the moment. It felt like everyone was against you. Like everyone wanted to treat you like shit. Like a child who couldn’t understand, or a toy for them to play with. You look away from Jug, towards the wall where he had posters hanging loosely, despite this you could still feel his eyes gazing at you.

“Fine.” Jughead says, finally breaking the silence that had fallen between you two. “Fine. I won’t say anything else about him ever again. As long as you listen to me know Y/N” He grabs your hands, pulling your attention back towards him. He softly strokes the pad of his thumb against your hand, a soothing gesture which makes you breathe deeply, calming yourself. He looks at your eyes deeply. “Y/N, you deserve so much better. I can say he’s a jerk all I want, I know that won’t change your feelings. But I just want you to know the way he treats you is bullshit. You are the most intelligent, funny, beautiful, fantastic girl I know. Any guy would be the luckiest man on Earth to even have a chance to be with you. You deserve the world. The whole galaxy even and he can’t even bring you a star.”

“Jug…” you say, speechless to his words.

“I know I’m not him but if I was then I would be fighting everyday to make you the happiest girl ever.”

You sit there for a second. Trying to find the right words to say to your best friend. The guy you had known since childhood, yet you had never seen this side to him. Never felt so special, so speechless, so loved. In a rush you lean forward, placing your lips delicately on his. It takes a second for him to respond, but soon he kisses you back. A hand cupping the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. He smiles into the kiss, pressing his lips hard on yours, rough and desperate. I move closer, placing my leg over his so I was straddling him. He bites my lower lip and sucks harshly, making me moan into the kiss. My hand lands on his chest, the other going to his hair, pulling off his beanie along the way. I gently tug his hair, making his moan as well. After a minute I break the kiss, looking down at him as he catches his breath. I look down and smile.

“Jughead. You are my world” I say honestly. A smile breaks out on his face as he raises his head, delicately pressing his lips back on mine.

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Redemption - Barry Allen x Reader

Requested by Anon - an imagine where the reader is a meta-human who has send to kill flash but she fail because she falls in love with barry


Shaking from the cold, you waited in the dark alley as the snow fell softly around you. You glanced at your watch before hugging yourself, trying to stay warm. 

“You’re (Y/N) (Y/L/N)?” a voice asked from behind you. You jumped in surprise, spinning to face the source of the voice. 

“Yes,” you answered softly, glancing around you. “Can we get this over with?” Holding out your hand, you glared at the owner of the voice. 

“Like to get right to business, I see?” the voice spoke before laying a file folder in your hand. “Your target is a meta human in Central City. They call him the Flash, because he has super speed. We believe your powers could easily end him.” 

You looked through the folder, pausing at the photo of the Flash inside. He looked kind of cute, but you pushed that feeling aside, nodding to your employer. “It will be done,” you promised before marching off through the snow. You opened the file folder to glance at the picture again. “The Flash…” you whispered to yourself in wonder. 


For several days, you hid out in Central City and watch the Flash work. You watched as he saved three children from being hit by a runaway car, stopped a bank robbery, and the list went on and on. He didn’t seem to have any ill intentions, appearing as if he wanted to use his powers for good rather than evil as you have done with yours.

It wasn’t your fault though, not completely. When you first got your powers, they were out of control. You had almost killed your entire family and all of your friends. From then on, you were on the run, never living in one place for more than six months, less if it seemed like you would be found. You started taking the assassination jobs in hopes you would find the ones who did this to you. 

Yet, killing the Flash was harder than the rest. He was a force of good, helping people with no purpose or reason besides selflessness. Over the days you spent watching him, you overheard how he talked to people. He was kind and funny, making wise cracks and jokes all the time. His very presence made people smile.

If you were completely honest with yourself, you didn’t have the heart to kill him, but you had to go through with it. You needed the money to keep yourself hidden from the world for another month. 

Despite your feelings, you set forth a plan to kill the Flash of Central City. 


Barry Allen was walking home after having a cup of coffee with Iris at Jitters when he heard the explosion. It knocked him off his feet as all the windows on the block shattered around him. People’s screams filled the air, smoke rising from the warehouse district of town. 

Catching his breath, Barry didn’t waste a moment before changing into his costume and zooming towards the origin of the smoke. He sent a quick message to Star Labs, letting them know he was going to investigate. 

Barry skidded to a stop when he arrived to see a blazing warehouse. Fire trucks’ sirens blared in the distance as Barry took in the situation. In one of the second story window, he could make out a silhouette of a woman.   

Without a hesitation, Barry zoomed up the wall of the warehouse and through the glass of the window. “Hello, does anybody here need saving?” he shouted. 

Suddenly, a presence appeared behind him. “Yes, there is,” a voice echoed emotionlessly. “But it’s not who you would think.” 

Barry spun around, only to catch a glimpse of the person’s hair and body shape before he was suddenly blasted out of the warehouse. He crashed through the burning wall, then another wall to land in the warehouse across the street from the burning one. Barry let out a groan of pain, wincing when he realized his leg was broken. 

“Shit,” he hissed, trying to access the damage. He would heal soon, but would it be soon enough?

“You are the Flash, are you not?” the woman asked, appearing by his side. Barry found his gaze being fixed upon her, dazzled by her beauty. 

“Yes, who are you?” Barry gasped as he tried to move his leg. “I’m only trying to help you.” He held up a hand in peace. 


You took a step towards him, feeling rotten about what you had done. However, you kept going, thinking about the money you needed to survive. 

“My name doesn’t matter,” you answered coldly, taking another step towards him. “And I don’t need your help.” Allowing your powers to flow through you as you slowly increased the weight of gravity on him. Barry gasped, slamming into the ground under the pressure. 

“I can help you.” Barry continued to speak to you, despite the crushing weight on his body. “I know you’re scared, and don’t understand what is happening to you, but I can help. The same thing happened to me.” You tried to ignore him, but you found yourself drawn to his words. His eyes held a kindness you haven’t seen since you first got your powers. Your heart was starting to melt. 

You looked at him, swallowing hard as you increased the gravity a little more. Barry cried out in pain, the weight becoming unbearable. Tears grew in your eyes. “I can’t stop. I was hired to kill you, and I need that money.”

“When I first got my powers, I was lost too, but I had people to help me to get through it. I’m offering to do the same thing for you.” Barry used all of his strength to hold out a hand to you. “You don’t have to be alone.”

“I am alone,” you screamed, your pain echoing in your voice. “My family rejected me when I got these powers, because I almost killed them!” Rage made you push your powers harder, causing the entire building to groan from your added gravity. “They treated me like an animal, and locked me up. Then, they tried to sell me off as a research subject, but I ran. I will always be alone, because no one will ever accept me!” Dust and rumble fell from the ceiling as you lifted your head to let out a painful scream. 

The pressure on Barry increased causing his hand to crashed down to the floor. He moaned in pain, struggling to breathe. Even though he was in intense pain, he still tried to help you. “I’m sorry for what has happened to you, but this is not the way. These powers were given to you for a reason, so why not use them for good?” 

“There was no reason for this. These powers are a curse, given to me by some person who wanted to make my life a horror show.” You sneered with such malice that it chilled him to the bone. “I will find them, and kill them for what they did to me.” 

Barry’s thoughts were on high speed, trying to figure out a way to calm you down to stop you before you made the biggest mistake of your life by ending his. “But killing is not the way to do that. I can help you find the people who did this to you, and help you control your powers,” Barry soothed, pushing passed the pain. He looked at you with the gentlest eyes. You lost yourself in them for a moment before you fully realized what you were doing.

Staring at him in shock, you reduced the gravity on him. He gasped in relief, becoming limp on the ground. “I attack you with the purpose to kill you, but you offer to help me.” You frowned at him as a fuzzy feeling grew in your chest. Tears were sliding down your cheeks now, uncontrollable. You couldn’t remember the last time someone offered to help you, or showed you any kindness. Burying your face in your hands, you began to sob. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.” 

Doing his best to stand up, Barry got to his feet while balancing on his one good leg. He hopped over to you before gently wrapping his arms around you. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine, I promise.” 

You returned his hug tightly, burying your face into the shoulder of his costume. It was the first time in a long time someone had held you. You were unaware of what you had just started, but somehow you knew your life was never going to be the same again.