hes keeping this hair forever and ever

i feel like as a fandom we should have a full-on discussion about auguste headcanons. Like who is this guy??? 

I’ll start: he plays gigs with his guitar at small bars sometimes, he secretly loves starbucks, he appears on literally every pic with his girlfriend and captions it with “i’m so lucky”, his hair is shoulder length but he keeps it in a tiny (manly) ponytail most of the time, his dog is his life, they go running every morning at 6 am, he takes forever to text back unless it’s to his brother or about something important, he has the LOUDEST laugh ever and will not contain it, he can’t wink but plays it off, he loves to bring up embarrassing childhood stories about laurent in front of damen and will ignore how laurent tries to kick him under the table……..


Picture credit: @jennyyuu
I keep having a recurring dream of dancing in a forest clearing. With a man whose hair changes with ever step we take. We dance to a dark song, yet I feel comfort within this faceless man’s arms as he guides me over the leaves. Do you know what it means? I know I have never meet this man, but I feel as if I know him all too well. I can’t find him, for his hair is forever changing and his face is never there. I can’t find him for he has no name. I will find him, for who gives me the feeling he does within that dream, I know, is that man.

the art of being a gentleman

because who doesn’t want a muggle au? 

James should be thinking about several things.

He should be thinking about his history course work due in two days or his match on Saturday. He should be thinking about the prefect timetable he has yet to organise and he definitely should be thinking about the niggling pain in the back of his knee and if he should mention it to his coach. What he categorically shouldn’t be thinking about is the pretty redhead at his bus stop and how he wants to kiss the colour out of her lips and hold it in his chest.

She’s wearing those bloody jeans again, the same as the week before, that hug her legs and around her waist (and other areas James definitely isn’t looking at). The streetlamps have already clicked on, her skin is woven gold under the amber light.

He can’t look away, won’t look away as she wanders up and down the bus stop, her fingers tapping at her phone screen and her mouth lifting into a lazy smile as she reads a text. Thunderous grey clouds hang heavy in the sky and he wonders if he is going mad, standing in the cold about to be soaked when with one call he could have a car pick him up with complimentary tea and biscuits.

The girl smiles again and he knows he’s going mad because his heart is pumping in his throat and flowers are growing through his ribs. His phones rings and he lifts it to his ear, noticing there is still a smear of blood across his bruised knuckles.

“We need your help,” Sirius tells him. James can hear what he thinks is Pete trying to move a bed. “Where are you?”

“I’m at the bus stop, I need to nip to the flat to grab something.” James tells him, craning his neck to see if the bus is coming. The girl glances at him, pulling her bottom lip through her teeth. James flashes her a grin and blood burns up the neck he so desperately wants to press his lips against.

“I thought that’s what you were doing last week?” Sirius replies.

“Yeah, I just need something else.” James winces at the silence that follows. There’s another crash and Pete is violently swearing.

“This wouldn’t have anything to do with that redhead who was on the bus last week, would it?”

James can’t stop his eyes flickering to where she stands, leaning against a lamppost, her silhouette cut from the shadows. “Err- potentially- anyway why did you need me?”

“We’re trying to find Moony’s philosophy notes, he’s hidden them.”

He runs his hand through his hair, it needs a wash to get rid of the remnants of mud. “Obviously, last time you used them you spilt gin all over them.”

“That wasn’t my fau- oh you utter bastard you know where they are don’t you?”

James laughs and leans against the crumbling brick wall behind him. “Look, Pads, I’ve got to go, I’ll see you tonight.”

There’s more crashing and what sounds like ‘James you fucker’ before James can press end call. The girl is staring at him, the corner of her mouth twitching. He pockets his phone with a sheepish grin at her. He’s about to ask her something, anything. Words are climbing up his throat and dancing across his tongue, a ballet of letters held between his teeth.

Then the sky opens.

The rain isn’t particularly heavy but it’s the sort that seeps under the skin and lingers in the blood, James’s hair is already damp by the time he gets his hood up. The girl is shivering, her thin jumper soaked through. James’s legs start moving before his brain does, his hands unzipping his rugby bag and fishing out his school hoodie. The girl looks confused, James must too because he’s not really sure what he’s doing.

“Here, it’ll stop you freezing to death.” He says, offering it to her. She reaches for it, uncertainty spilling out of her eyes. “I’m James, by the way.”

“You’re not a serial killer, are you?” she asks once she’s tugged it over her head. He almost misses the question, thinking too much about how she would look in nothing but his rugby shirt.

She’s staring at him expectantly, her brow crinkled ever so slightly.

“Only on Thursdays, you should be safe.”

She laughs, sunlight falling from her lips, her fingers tucking strands of copper hair under the hood. “I’m Lily,” she says. Lily. He nods, it settles in his stomach like it’s always been there, Lily. The rain keeps up it’s symphony on the pavement.

“So how posh are you, on a scale of Eddie Redmayne to Prince William?” she asks. Her eyes are alight, her voice bubbling like cheap champagne. He thinks he might be already drunk.

He raises an eyebrow, pretends to look offended, drinks in the light that’s pouring out of her. “Me, posh? Never.” Her phone beeps but her hands stay tucked in the pockets of his hoodie, he lets a drop of warmth creep into his bones.

“Seriously though, I hear your school fees are insane.”

He glances at the crest stitched into his jacket, into the hoodie, into his skin. Red and gold and laughter and adrenaline and home. “I’m not that posh. Sirius, he’s a lord, but I’m nothing special.”

He knows the weight the name carries, knows the looks in the street, the eyes noting the tie and blazer, the polished shoes and tailored trousers. He knows what they think of, arrogance smirks and burnt fifty pound notes, wrecked cars and opportunities thrown about like paper in a classroom. They’re not all like that, he’s not like that.

“A lord, huh?” she says, “Can you get me his number?”

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don’t fear the reaper

Summary: Legends tell of a valiant warrior, blessed by the divine, betrayed by the leader he fought so hard to serve, locked into an eternal half-life. Called goblin, this man lives forever, watching the years pass him by, until his fated other half can release him.

(It’s funny, Nico thinks. They say legends are always a little true.)

General Nico di Angelo is killed at noontime, under a sky as blue as his lover’s eyes.

It happens like this, like divine retribution for the guilt he keeps pressed between his fingers. He returns from the war triumphant and blood-stained, followed by a legion of adoring soldiers and whispers of divinity, of spirits, of death. His name has spread across the continent, passed between enemy lips, like a promise. A warning.

If the fates abandon you, and you meet the man with clothes as black as midnight and a sword red as blood, turn back, turn back.

You will not survive him.

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Color Me With Your Affection

Prompt: Dan bugs Phil to beat him up until he obliges.

Warnings: Violent/rough sex, face-slapping, choking, marking, Dom!Daddy!Phil, Sub!Dan

Dan stood in front of the expanse of the bathroom mirror and lightly tugged the collar of his t-shirt off-center. He admired the deep blue, almost black bruises on his collarbones and up his neck, turning his head to be met with a faint blue strip of a bruise pigmenting his cheekbone as well. He passed a thumb over the healing of his split bottom lip feeling oddly.. triumphant. Regal, almost.

Dan liked it rough. Like, really rough. It had been quite the challenge getting Phil to comply with his desires at first, the older man insisting that “It’s abuse, Dan. Spanking you’s one thing, even choking you, sure; but I’m not gonna damn well punch you in the face.” To which Dan retorted “It’s not abuse if I’m literally asking you to do it, Phil. We’re two consenting adults, we can do what we like.” Phil simply shook his head and urged to walk out of the room, and Dan grabbed at the older man’s wrist before tugging at the front of his shirt, grossly whining “Phil Lester.. hurt me” which incited this back and forth between the two of Phil’s “Dan-.. I-, c'mon knock it off, love. Stop.” and Dan’s “Philly, pleeease… please Phil I need it.”

Dan lifted up the bottom of his shirt to be met with almost identical deep purple marks that littered his hips on either side, angry red scratches trailing from the dark spots on his right.

Phil’s resolve only lasted so long. He shook his head frustratedly before rolling his eyes and and slamming Dan against the closed door of their lounge, a hand firmly on the younger man’s neck, but not squeezing. “Daniel,” Phil began, voice low. “There is a difference between me getting passionate and me getting angry. You keep this up and my actions toward you aren’t gonna come from a kind heart, alright?” Dan smirked, and like the cheeky fuck he was.. spat right in Phil’s face.

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jointhefight  asked:

Trans!alex prompt: Doing hair/getting a haircut? Debates about coffee?

Alex would get haircuts occasionally. Not much, just a bit of a trim to keep his hair at shoulder level and the dead ends at bay. 

He was just walking back to his dorms when Thomas texted to meet him in the school coffee shop. Alex huffed, blowing his bangs out of his eyes, before setting off in the opposite direction and sending a quick text back to Thomas that he’ll be there in under ten minutes.

When he arrived a few minutes later he spotted his boyfriend sitting alone at a table and went to sit next to him. Thomas, who was previously looking down at his phone, glanced up at Alex and pushed a cup of coffee toward him. Alex took it gratefully from him and sipped at it’s hot contents.

“Hey, so what’s up?” Alex asked, placing the coffee back down on the table.

“Well,” Thomas started, without looking up, “I have an issue.” 

Alex took another sip out of his coffee, eyeing Thomas for a minute and when he realize that he wasn’t going to continue, Alex sighed and asked, “So what’s the issue then?”

Thomas grinned, finally putting his phone away and looking up at Alex. He blinked a couple of times, his grin widening, when he said, “You got a haircut, didn’t you?” 

Alex started, surprised, “Uh, yeah. I’m leaving it down for a bit, but the issue?”

“Right, right. Anyway, it looks good.” Thomas added, “But yes, the issue I have. So. Coffee.”

Alex stared at Thomas, his mouth open. “Coffee? Your issue is with…. Coffee?” 

Thomas sat back in his seat, arms crossed. “That’s right. You know it’s practically a drug right? Like, people can get addicted to that shit. I mean, how many cups of coffee do you drink a day?”

“Is this some kind of intervention or something?” Alex asked light heartedly, “Because if so, I’m just gonna go.”

Thomas went on, ignoring Alex, “I’m guessing you drink over five cups a day, I mean, that can’t be healthy.”

“Oh my god, you’re serious.” 

“And statistics say that you could be hospitalized if you drink more than eight. Eight cups a day! If I remember correctly you drink at least ten!” Said Thomas, motioning at Alex.

Alex sat back as well, grinning, amused. “Says you, aren’t you the one who bought me this cup here? I’m fine.”

“Ah yes, but what if I told you that what you’re drinking there, is decaf?” Said Thomas in a challenging tone, obviously eyeing Alex with interest at what he would say next.

Alex almost wanted to laugh. This whole situation was quite ridiculous, but he decided to play along. “Decaf?” He said, faking his shock. “How could you? You know I can’t survive without caffeinated coffee. Thomas, why have you done this?”

“I just wanted to see the effects of what was to come.” Thomas admitted.

“And here I thought…. I thought we had something special, Thomas. I’m shocked, really.” Alex replied overly dramatic as he pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. “I feel it already, my body weakening.”

At this, Thomas laughed, which actually shocked Alex. “Oh god damn, I couldn’t keep a straight face.” he said, rubbing at his eyes as he tried to hold back his glee. “You’re so dramatic, I knew you wouldn’t take me seriously.”

And Alex laughed too, he keeled over with laughter, hiding his face in his hands. The two of them laughed for what seemed forever, but eventually they pulled themselves together and sighed happily.

“But really, your hair does look nice.” Thomas finally said, his smile wider than ever.

“Thanks, love.” Alex replied, reaching for his coffee and then pausing. “Is it really decaf though?”

Thomas couldn’t help but burst out laughing again.

Hopeless Pt 3

Part 1  Part 2

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,439

Warnings: None

Thoughts   Flashbacks

   An hour into the drive and Dean was going 90 down a road with one hand on the wheel and the other holding a half-eaten, condiment-soaked diner to-go burger, a soda sitting in the cup holder and a container of fries resting between his legs. Sam enjoyed a vegetarian burrito and an iced tea and you just got a large fry to snack on.

   And if Dean’s messy eating habits weren’t enough to gross you out, he then proceeded to belch with gusto.


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Our First Day

Author’s Note: oh my gosh I just been having so much BTS feels lately(maybe it because of the comeback or I’m just BTS trash). This is actually base loosely on a dream I had a couple nights ago.


Banana Pancakes - Jack Johnson

First Day Of My Life - Bright Eyes

How Long Will I Love You - Ellie Goulding

Pairing: Reader x JungkooK(BTS)

Word count: 768

Genre: fluff and fluff and did I say fluff?

Originally posted by shitjeon

I’m weightless, sleeping on fluffy clouds. I could stay like this forever. I snuggle deeper in my forest of clouds. but I hear a noise in the distance, threatening to wake me. I groan I’m not ready to slip back to reality. It coming closer, gradually getting louder and louder. Finally, I slip one eyelid open. The sound is coming from a phone on our bedside table. I groan out and snuggle closer to the body next to mine. I hear them grumble out a sorry and slip their arm to turn off the phone. I feel strong arms wrap around me again and I settle back into their comfort.  

“ Babe, you are going to have let go of me.”

“Don’t want to,” I grumble out as I slip my arms closer around him

“I have to get ready for practice.” Jungkook pats my head gently and runs his fingers through my tangled hair.

“Skip it.”

“You know as well as I do, I can’t just skip it.” he sighed out and gave me a tight squeeze.

“I know but we just got back last night. Nothing unpacked.” I bury my head deeper into Jungkook’s broad chest.

“I’m sorry, I promise when I get back tonight I help unpack the boxes.” he still running his fingers through my hair. He always knew that comforts me.

“We were supposed to have a week to settle into the new apartment.”

“It’s not my fault they wanted to change the choreography last minute.”

“Yeah I know, but the second you leave I going to start missing you.” jungkook brings me closer to him and snuggles his head into my neck.

“You keep saying stuff like that I’m never going to leave.”

“Then I guess I just having to keep saying stuff like that.” I giggle out and ruffle his hair.

“What am I ever going to do with you.” jungkook pushes himself into a sitting position.

“Nothing because you’re stuck with me for-ev-er.” I push myself up. I then point to the ring on my left hand as I drew out the syllables of forever.

“You’re such a dork. Ok now I really have to get ready.” jungkook swings his legs off our bed and pushes himself off. He brings his arm above his head and yawn as he stretches. I just now realized he was shirtless and only wearing a pair of baggy sweat pants. I wonder what happen to his shirt…..Oh, wait…. I’m wearing it. I look down at the big white t-shirt and giggle at my own stupidity.

“Wait, take me with you.”

“To practice?”

“No dummy, to the bathroom. I want to watch you get ready.”


“Jungkook I get limited time with you because of who you are. I going to use every second I have with you.”

“Alright come here.” I jumble to the edge of the bed. I wrap my arms around jungkook neck and my legs around his waist. He carries me with ease to our small bathroom. He sets me down gently on the bathroom counter.

“You’re always so clingy in the mornings.” he kisses the side of my head.

“Hey, I have a right to be clingy to my husband.” I swing my legs over the counter and watch jungkook wash his face.

“It still hasn’t set in for me that we married.” he smiles at me. I giggle at his bunny teeth.

“Well get used to it because you’re never getting rid of me.” he comes to stand in front of me and wraps his arms around my waist.”

“Why would I ever want to get rid of you. You’re mine and no one else. I going to try my hardest to keep it that way.” he started pepper my face with tiny kisses.

“Jungkook you’re going to be late.” I laugh out

“No, I’m not, what time is it?” I pick up my phone and show it in front of his face.

“They going to kill me!” I laugh as jungkook runs around the bathroom.

It was mornings like this where I find myself falling in love with jungkook all over again. This routine of our became a norm at our tiny apartment. It wasn’t something jungkook would do every morning. But on days where he had to leave for a tour or a trip, we would try to spend every waking moment together. I would cling to him as much of possible because he would be gone for days or weeks sometimes even months. He never complained though because deep down He never wanted to leave me either. So we kept on doing our odd routine that all started on our first day.

Jungkook so fun to write about. I’m blushing just reading this and I wrote the freaking story! hahaha as always I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it!!<3

Everyday (Brad Simpson Smut)

He’s just got to have you any time, any day.



I wake up, reaching to feel Brad but nothing. I open my eyes and see that he isn’t beside me. Strange. He normally stays in bed with me every morning. Maybe he had to get ready for work early. Although, his schedule has been free even after moving to our new apartment just two weeks ago. I check the time, it’s only 9 am.

I get out of bed to look for him. I check our bathroom and kitchen but no sign of Brad. I let out a sigh of relief as I spot his curly hair peeking from the couch.

“Hey, there you are”, I say as I walk towards him. My jaw drops as I take in the sight before me.

“I was waiting until you woke up. I was worried I’d be waiting forever then I’d have to cover up so I wouldn’t get cold.”

I just blinked at him. I was speechless. Never did I think I’d ever find my boyfriend in nothing but his birthday suit laying on the couch.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to join me?” he asks, breaking the silence.


“Not something you see everyday”, he laughs. “Here, I’ll help you out.” He stands up and starts undressing me. I shiver a little bit as I become fully naked. “Let me warm you up, babe.” He lies back down on the couch, motioning me to join him. His arms take me in, the warmth radiating off his body.

He leaves kisses on my body from my back to my shoulders then inching closer to my neck, my weak spot. As he gets closer I can feel my heartbeat increase. Goose bumps form and hairs rise as soon as his lips meet my neck. I let out a few moans from the feeling. It only took a couple of seconds before I could feel how hard he is.

I feel around for him then smirk to myself as I find what I was looking for. I take him into my free hand and begin pumping. He stops kissing my neck. “Fuck”, he curses under his breath. I keep going then stop.

I face him, looking straight into his eyes. “I want you right now Brad.”

“Anything for you.” He positions himself so he can enter me with ease. “Are you ready for me?” he whispers into my ear. His warm breath arousing me even more.

“Yes.” I feel him slip in. My mouth drops as he goes in all the way. He builds up a rhythmn, going a bit harder with every thrust. “Fuck”.

“Just the way you like it babe.” His hands pull my waist closer to him, closing the little bit of space between us.

Suddenly, an idea popped into my mind. “Hey..can you…” I try speaking but find it difficult to focus with him pleasing me so good.


“Push..your body…all the way..to the…”

He chuckles as I struggle to speak. “I got you.” His body moves all the way up against the couch. He pulls me back to him and finds his way back inside.

“No, I got you”, I say as rock my hips. He lets out a long moan from the motion.

“You’re all mine”, he says then flips me over, getting ontop of me. “The love I have for you goes deep.” We moan in unison as he goes in deeper than ever before.

His body collapses on mine as we reach our highs. We catch our breaths then spend the rest of the time cuddling naked.

“Where did that idea come from babe?” Brad asks.

I blush. “I read it from an online article. Luckily I remembered it.”

“Thank God you did because that was incredible.”

“I think what you did was incredible. It felt so good.”

“I’m glad.” He smiles then kisses me. “What would you say to round two?”

“Fuck yes!”

He laughs darkly, moving us onto the floor. He sits up. “Rest your thighs on my legs and wrap your legs around my waist.”

I do as he says and await his next move. He slides into me easily, as I’m soaked from before. I wrap my arms around his neck to hold myself up.

His hands grip my ass tightly as he thrusts into me. His lips crashing onto mine. We moan into each others’ mouths as we make love on the floor.

After a bit, he stands up, still holding onto me and carries me to our bedroom. He sets me down on the bed, looking at me with puppy eyes. I furrow my brows a little. What is he up to?

“Can you please ride me?” he asks in the sweetest tone.

I giggle. “That shouldn’t even be a question.” He smirks.

I pull him onto the bed then push him down. I take in this glorious sight. My eyes lust over how amazing his body looks. So sexy. So defined. And all mine. I bite my lip. God damn.

I get ontop of him, placing him back inside of me. I swirl my hips around and watch him roll his eyes back. God I love being in control. I grind my hips against him and he grabs my ass. I moan out his name which causes him to curse.

I keep my eyes on his face and get so turned on by the facial expressions he makes. All of a sudden, his thumb finds its way to my clit and starts rubbing. My body jerks from the feeling. He lets out a dark laugh.

I lean forward, placing my hands on his chest as I ride him faster and harder. “Ugh fuck, don’t stop babe”, he moans deeply. His hands find my ass and pulls me down everytime I thrust.

“It feels so good like this”, I say as I lose myself in the heaven-like feeling.

We keep going until we orgasm. My body falls ontop of his. I can feel his stomach go in and out, trying to catch his breath. As soon as our breathing returns to normal, he kisses me.

“I love making love to you”, I say.

He smiles. “I love being able to anytime, any day, with you. I’ll give it to you everyday.”

Commander (9) (NSFW)

Bucky Barnes x female!OC

Summary: Earth has some new and unexpected saviors teaming up with the Avengers as they wait for the inevitable arrival of Thanos.

Warnings: SMUT, some swearing

A/N: Final chapter! It’s longer than the other ones. Hope you guys like it!

T’Challa had set up cryo-chambers at Stark Tower so that Edana’s body could stay there with the creed while they waited to see if she would be okay. Bucky sat across from the chamber as often as he was allowed. Sometimes just watched her, other times he would read to her and sometimes he would just sit there and read her notes about him. He opened the letter she left him after they came back to the tower, the notes were too extensive to fit in a letter but she told him where to find them in her apartment. It was like reading a book there was so many pages, her writings were so detailed, if he hadn’t known it was true, he would have never believed half the things in it. He also spent a lot of time talking to Kenric and Satu, they rarely left the room, even when people tried to make them, most of the time they refused. Gamora and Nebula stopped by sometimes but it was hard for them to see her that way, they felt responsible but they knew that if she hadn’t used the powers of the infinity stone to imprison Thanos that Earth would have been destroyed, it was a sacrifice she insisted on making.

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anonymous asked:

What if part of the reason Orochimaru's so pissy about his hair is it takes forever to grow? Like this is the first true haircut he's ever had in his /life/ and up to this point he'd only gotten it trimmed every few weeks at the edges to keep the split ends away.

Ouch. I could see it, since his hair’s stayed at pretty much the same length since he was a genin. And if that’s the case, Kisame won’t have to worry about anything else, because Orochimaru is going to kill him

Isaac Lahey (Teen Wolf/Imagine/ fluffy smut?)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Imagine you’ve been in a relationship with Isaac but fell in love with somebody else and then you meet again years later…

“I swear to God, I don’t know what was going on in those twins’ heads! I mean…when one of them told me…they had a thing for…you…know some games in bed”, Derek kept on talking awkwardly smiling while Y/N and Isaac were already lying on the couch crying of laughter. “But how the hell was I supposed to know they’ve been talking about me as their… I dunno…sex slave?!” “I can’t believe this really happened!”, Y/N whipped a tear away. “Oh believe me, it did”, Isaac assured her. “Yeah! Before I could react in any kind of way one of them enthralled me to the bedpost with a tie! Could the both of you please stop laughing!”, he screamed smiling himself. “Don’t you dare act like you didn’t like it, Derek! I know you!”, Y/N pointed at him holding her belly. “That wasn’t the question! You asked about my most fucked-up-experience!” “And I’ll never ask again!” “Those freaky bitches always had a thing for me! Isaac always ended up with the cute ones!” The laughter died. Only Derek giggled one more time: “Woops.”

The three of them found themselves hanging out together more and more often. But even though they usually had fun together it was still weird from time to time…

“Don’t mind”, Y/N forced herself to smile and sipped at her whine avoiding to look at her ex-boyfriend: “I bet, Isaac isn’t a saint after all.” “Oh, Merlin, neither are you, sweetheart! You’ve been in a relationship with Alexander Miller!”

Within seconds Derek found himself caught between to people that desperately wanted to kill him. “I guess, I had enough”, he sighed in the awkward silence: “I’ll call it a night…” He stood up from Isaacs couch and walked to the fireplace. “I’ll go too then”, Y/N added when she tried to get control over her thoughts again. Why did he say that! Anything else! But this?!

“No…no…”, Derek shook his head: “Why should you two, beauties, end this night so early, I bet you still got plenty to talk about”, and with these words he almost ran out of the room before anybody could say anything else. “Wow, the last time he escaped this fast was when we went to a double-blind date together and his girl turned out to weigh about 220 pounds…”, Isaac commented so dry Y/N laughed again and the awkwardness was gone again.

“Oh and by the way…your apartment is stunning!”, the Y/H/C-haired gushed as she looked around herself at the open plan living room/kitchen/dining room again. Isaac’s apartment was located in a huge, modern building in the nearest big city to Beacon Hills, the view was amazing. Everything looked so aesthetic. “Really? Hasn’t got much personality, has it?” “It’s clean and practical”, she shrugged smiling: “That’s your personality. Uncomplicated.” “Thank you…I guess”, he smiled: “I’d give you guidance around it but the only rooms left are my bedroom and two bathrooms”, he shrugged. “You’ve got two bathrooms?!”, her mouth swung open: “You don’t even need two!”, she gently pushed his shoulder: “And I don’t even have a bed!” “You get what you deserve”, he smirked before he had a sip of whine. “Ha. Ha.”

“I’m joking obviously! I bet you could have better! You’ve got a great job!” “But no motivation to move again!” “Oh you poor little girl”, the he joked and Y/N’s heart made a quick jump by the sound of his laugh. Merlin, who was she trying to convince here? She still had feeling for him! She already knew it when she had seen him in the café a few months ago… And she missed being close to someone. No, not just someone. Him.

Shyly she smiled at him and avoided to look directly into his blue eyes. What am I doing here? She looked down at her shaking hands and put the glass of whine on the coffee table, when in her movement their knees touched completely naturally.

The girl sighed when she stood up and walked to the huge windows and looked down to the street. She wrapped her hands around herself questioning the life she was living.

It took him some time but he finally followed her and when he stood directly behind her he placed his hands on her shoulders consoling. She felt his touch and the warmth he rayed. Her entire body seemed to relax under his small touch and she closed her eyes inhaling his sent when she leaned back to his chest.

“By the way”, she suddenly whispered and a soft smile appeared on her lips: “I missed you.” “Really?” “And the thought of you never returning scared the hell out of me…” “And I thought you were glad to not have me around any longer.” “Isaac…you meant so much to me, how on earth could I ever think like that?”, she asked curiously and turned her head in his direction as she opened her eyes a bit. “I don’t know…”, he whispered with a scratchy voice before he leaned down, his lips gently touching hers. Their eyes slid close when she shivered under the familiar feeling of their lips parting and his tough tender billing hers. She twined her fingers behind his neck pulling him closer as they shared their breaths. This was all she was secretly hoping for over the last months.

But he pulled away way too soon. She looked at him surprised, crestfallen almost devastated when she saw his facial expression. “What’s wrong?”, her voice trembled with fear. “I shouldn’t have done that…”, he steered clear of her gaze. “Yes, you should have…Isaac…” He escaped her touch and starred at her: “What are we even doing here? We’re making fools of ourselves!” “What? Why?”, her legs started shaking. “Because we both know if you could have him you wouldn’t be here!”

She stopped breathing for a brief moment unable to say anything. “You have absolutely no idea how I felt when told you’d break up with you because I felt you loved him more than me! And the whole time I was hoping you’d tell me I was wrong! But you didn’t. You chose him over me!” “Isaac…I never wanted to hurt you!”, she felt how her vision got blurry. “Don’t waste your breath!” “But I love you, Isaac!”,  Y/N suddenly shouted taken by surprise by her very own words. “No, you don’t.” “I do! And I know you love me to, otherwise this wouldn’t have happened!” “Maybe. Maybe I really do! But maybe this time you’re the one who has to learn that sometimes this isn’t enough…”, he looked hurt more than she had ever seen him before and it was killing her to know it was her fault.

“So you’d rather see both of us sad to teach me a lesson than to leave the past behind and move on happily?” “It might be easy for you to move on from our past, because I never put you through the pain you put me through!” “Isaac, I love you!”, she shouted once again: “I always did! You’ve been my first love…” “But obviously not your last…Y/N, don’t you understand you’re only here and want me back because you can’t have him?!” “And don’t you understand that this doesn’t matter anymore! I love you and it’s killing me to know all you see when you look at me are the sad parts of our past…when all I see when I look at you is my future… our future …”

He starred at her shocked, so shocked he didn’t back off when she moved closer and placed her hands on his chest. She felt his fast heartbeat underneath her fingertips. “I know I made mistakes, I know I’m completely messed up after all that happened, but whenever I’m with you, is the only time when I can picture myself happy again in the future. You’re standing by my side, watching me at every step… With you I’m embracing feelings I never thought to have ever again! But you…you’re my haven… And I want to give all of me to you. I want you.”

She was crying when he locked their lips once more. Her whole body was shaken by her feelings and she wrapped her arms around his neck like she was drowning. He pulled her against him, thinking that he could never ever get her close enough. He’d keep her warm, he’d keep her safe, he’d keep her, this time and forever. Her fingers gripped his hair and her heart felt like it was about to burst out of her chest while a soft moan escaped his lips when he lifted her from the ground and she twined her legs around his hips. He pushed her back against the big window and kissed her like he never did before. All gentleness and carefulness were gone and gave way to pure desire and craving.

Her shaking hands started to unbutton his shirt and pushed it over his strong shoulders. And even though both didn’t really understand what was happening he carried her to her bedroom, unable to wait any longer. He’s been waiting so long, too long. He needed her, he wanted her now.

They’re lips separated again when Isaac pushed her back against the doorframe to his bedroom. Their breaths were unsteady and choppy by the time that Y/N slid onto her own feet again and turned his back into his direction. He understood immediately and opened the sipper of her black dress. He lead it slip of her shoulders before he started kissing and licking her shoulder. She wasn’t even wearing a bra. A choked moan escaped her lips when he gently bit the soft skin. Merlin, this is too good to be true.

She grinned at the time when she escaped his arms, which were wrapped around her naked hips, and walked to his bed. Alluring she laid down on the bed and gave him an inviting glimpse. “You have no idea, how often I dreamed of this…”, he soughed when he looked at the young woman relishing every moment. He climbed on top her and she smoothed her fingertips along his jawline to his lips. “It’s not a dream…”

Their lips clashed back together both in great needs of each other. She whispered his name like a prayer at the moment when he started to move hips lips further and further down.

After all this time with him touching her like this she finally felt happy again. She felt the seven letters on her wrist vibrating but for the first time in forever she didn’t want to remember. Her future was what counted now. And this man, Isaac, was her future.

He kissed her inner thighs before he pulled down her panties and came up to her again. “I love you so much!”, she sighed between two rushed and uncontrolled kisses. He shoved his pants down, eliminating the last barrier between them.

“I love you too”, he whispered his forehead leaned against hers when he finally pressed inside her. “Gods almighty”, Y/N almost screamed biting her lip at the sound of Isaac’s uncontrolled moan. I never want this to end…

They’re bodies were as close as possible and fitted perfectly  into each other, like this was right where they were supposed to be, now and forever. The redemptive passion kept on rising between them as they were making love in a way they had never done before, until it was over…

Isaac carefully slit out of her and rolled next to her. Their breaths were unsteady and yet sounded satisfied and happy. Y/N faced him with a smile on her lips and her heart was still pounding so fast she could easily feel it. She leaned down to him and placed sweet kisses on his chest before she cuddled into it. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close while he used is other hand to cover their bodies with a blanket.

“I don’t even deserve you!”, Y/N sighed so he gently kissed her hairline und mumbled: “Yes, you do…just promise me to never leave me again.” “Believe me”, she looked him deeply into his blue eyes: “I promise”, before she locked their lips for the last time in this night.

By Selina

anonymous asked:

you're such a great writer like honestly?? thank you?? for being so wonderful????? even ur headcanons like the patater 1am grocery run make me tear up :'))))

Aww, you’re so sweet!! Thank you for reading!!!! <3 Here’s some more patater grocery runs:

“I think careful cooking is love, don’t you? The loveliest thing you can cook for someone who’s close to you is about as nice a valentine as you can give.” – Julia Child.

Kent can’t figure out why he and Alexei always have serious conversations in the supermarket when it’s 1 AM. (1.7K, patater)

“You know,” Kent says, as he carries three tubs of Ben and Jerry’s to their cart, “I think I’m actually lactose intolerant.”

“What’s that mean?” Alexei asks. He’s cradling bread in one arm and vodka in the other like they’re his children. He’s also very tired from the flight from Providence, because he’d been in Vegas for approximately 20 minutes when Kent realized that they had no groceries in the fridge and that they both ate ridiculous, hockey-player-sized portions of food.

“Like I’m allergic to milk,” Kent replies, pulling the cart forward to the cereal aisle.

Alexei eyes the three tubs of ice cream in the cart. “Ice cream have milk,” he offers.

“I know,” Kent says, without making a move to stop. Like Alexei is the dumb one.

“What happens when you have milk?” Alexei tries.

“Oh, my stomach just feels like it wants to curl inwards and collapse,” Kent says. “And then I lie on the floor with Kit until I feel better. I was fine in elementary school, though. It only got worse about two years ago.”

“How you stay alive for so long?”

“Not sure,” Kent answers blithely. “But ice cream is so good. And cheese. You know, I used to think that it was just a thing that happened with ice cream, like, the pain and suffering? I thought it was a myth. Like being allergic to gluten. Think about it, were cavemen gluten free? Was Michelangelo? I don’t think so.”

“Kent, I’m too tired for argue,” Alexei says, suppressing another yawn. “But you stupid.”

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Bad Boy!Taehyung

MY BBY, my squish, my loveliest lil love this got kinda long bc I l o v e Tae and I especially love bad boy!tae also did you guys see the pic of Jin that was posted bc I’m so ?!?!?!?! (also happy birthday Jinnie!) over it but onto bad boy!tae

  • Visuals first
  • Lip piercing (probably snake bites bc have you ever seen edits of tae with snake bites hell yes) definitely a tongue piercing, probably an eyebrow piercing
  • Has a sleeve on one of his arms probably has a reference tattoo to his favorite anime/manga character on there somewhere
  • His hair is forever a different color
  • He has purple for a few months then it’s blonde for a month then it’s black for a week then it’s back to brown and you can’t even keep up tbh
  • He’s always in his leather jacket and skinny ripped black jeans and these worn out boots
  • I’m sure everyone remembers War of Hormone!Tae bc that is bad boy!Tae is a 5 minute video
  • He’s a natural flirt, even when he doesn’t mean to be
  • Doesn’t help that anyone who catches his attention for more than just a passing gaze basically melts bc that boy is n i C e
  • He doesn’t really get into the fighting aspect but if any of his boys ever need some help he’s not gonna hold back
  • So he tends to use his voice to his advantage when it comes to scaring people off
  • He just gets this look in his eyes that’s basically daring anyone to try and start something and then he deepens his voice a bit
  • “Is there a problem?”
  • He’s always with either Jimin or Kook who are both the fighters of the group so if anyone does decide to say something he has immediate backup (not that he needs it bc Tae can handle himself but it’s nice to know)
  • Forever has a lollipop
  • You two meet really randomly tbh
  • You of course shared a few classes but he always sat in the back with Jimin and you always sat in the front
  • You were in the library to find a book for your upcoming project when you hear the door open and immediately two boys’ loud voices are echoing into the once silent library
  • The librarian immediately shushes them and you can hear them snickering but they do quiet down a bit
  • The only reason they’re bothering with the project is bc Jimin bet Taehyung that he could get a higher grade and Tae wasn’t one to back down from a challenge
  • They separate to find their books and Tae happens to choose the aisle you’re in
  • You’re minding your own business, curled up against the shelf with your earphones in and a book in your lap
  • He just takes the lollipop out of his mouth and crouches down next to you to see what you’re reading
  • He gives you a lil smirk when you look up and asks you for your help
  • He explains the bet and how he really wants that week worth of Jimin having to do whatever he tells him to 
  • At first you’re kinda rolling your eyes bc you actually cared about getting a good grade for the sake of passing but these boys just considered it a game but the more he talks, the more interested you are
  • He’s got this vibe that makes you want to know everything about him, why is his hair orange? why the lollipop? why the tattoos? and you figure now’s your chance to find all of that out
  • So you say yes and he gives you this wide grin that shouldn’t go along with the leather and piercings but somehow does
  • It all happens really quickly honestly
  • You two aren’t three study sessions in before he’s asking you on a date
  • You tell him you’ll only go out with him if he gets a good grade on the project and that just gives him another reason to work harder bc he actually really likes you
  • The day he gets his results back, he waits until you’re out of your last class for the day to hold the paper up with a proud look in his eyes bc 97% qualifies as a “good grade”
  • He takes you to this lil arcade for your first date
  • Turns out the "bad boy" is actually a large child
  • He’s louder than the actual machines and he’s running from game to game and vows to win enough tickets to get you one of the big prizes
  • At first you’re a bit confused bc when he showed up to pick you up, he was all cocky smirks and flirty lines but the second he stepped into the arcade it’s yells and jumping up and down in excitement
  • You decide to just go along with it and find yourself jumping along with him and getting just as competitive as he did
  • When you two were playing the basketball game, he comes up behind you and grabs your hands to guide you when you throw the ball and it’s really casual and smooth but you can feel his heartbeat against your shoulder and you feel it beat faster so you know it wasn’t as casual as he made it seem
  • You two end up deciding to ditch the idea of a huge prize and just get a bunch of little ones
  • You walk away with a bag full of goodies and a plastic tiara on your head
  • Halfway back to your house, you lean over and place the tiara onto his head 
  • He just gives you this look of “really?” but he’s actually holding back laughter and he ends up letting you get away with it
  • You two fall in love pretty quick tbh
  • He’s not hard to love to begin with but when you have him passing notes to you in class and getting you to sneak out with him and basically just making each and every day fun, it’s hard not to love him
  • He’s the type to carve both of your initials into a tree trunk and that’s where you two have your first kiss
  • He has a habit of letting himself into your home bc your parents absolutely adore him bc he was the politest lil bby whenever he was around them
  • You often wake up to find him asleep next to you and at first you’re so ??? bc when the hell did he get into your house but eventually you get used to it
  • He’s a total sleep cuddler
  • Whenever he stays over, you always somehow end up in his arms, you could be on the complete other side of the bed but when you woke up, you’d be tucked into his side
  • He also really likes being the lil spoon but he’d never admit that bc this is bad boy!tae
  • But whenever he’s around you, he’s not all that concerned about keeping his reputation up
  • Whenever he wakes up with you, he always take a moment to look at you and he’s basically just majorly in love
  • Wakes you up with kisses
  • G I G G L E S
  • So much giggling
  • Especially when it’s late at night
  • He’s such a pillow talker and most of the times he doesn’t even make sense bc one second he’s talking about penguins and the next he’s asking what the meaning of life is
  • His voice is lazy and his fingers are slowly trailing up and down your spine and he’s just staring up at the ceiling and letting anything and everything he thinks about out
  • You find out a lot about him in those moments bc that’s when it’s just true and there aren’t any walls up around either of you
  • He also loves playing with your hair while you two are just laying there talking about the future but also talking about puppies
  • It’s just basically the cutest relationship filled with smirks and lollipop sharing and giggles and s o many kisses and affection and I want bad boy!Tae tbh
My Girl’s in the Army

Summary/Request: 40!s bucky where the reader pretends to be a guy and joins the army? Fluff or smut is alright if you’re alright with it <3

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Reader (and i added some lil cameos;).)

Warnings: mentions of sex

A/N: This is kinda similar to my Commandos fic if you wanna put it that way. :)

Collapsing on the bed, you breathed heavily. Smiling at the ceiling, you laughed, pulling the covers up to your chest to look at the beautiful site next to you. Your boyfriend, Bucky laid back, chest panting as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead from the previous actions.

“What a great goodbye gift.” He breathed, pulling you closer as he laughed. “Thank you for that, doll.”

You smiled up at him, arms folded between your chests as you caught the site of him. He was going off to the army again, only spending a few days with you until he was off. He was off to England to meet Steve again, fighting with his new group of Howling Commandos with Peggy Carter, your best friend.

Bucky didn’t know that you worked undercover with her. You worked alongside with her and the newest soldier, Steve for the SSR. You were friends with Steve before he was one of the lab rats for Project Rebirth, knowing him and Bucky since he was small. He knew the two of you were dating, even predicting that you guys would in the future.

You figured you’d tell Bucky when the time was right, maybe today or tomorrow when you shipped out to England a flight after him.

“You’re most certainly welcome, soldier.” You huffed. He now laid on his side, pulling away from your grasp to admire your weak figure.

He sighed as you massaged his scalp with your fingers. “I’m gonna miss you. I’m surprised you’re still with me after these months of not being together.” He admitted. If he only knew.

“I’m filled with surprises, Buck. You should know that by now.” You shrugged. “But just know - I tell you every day that even though I’m not there, I’m always closer than you think.” You gave him an assuring smile.

And you were closer than ever to him. You did miss him, even though you two shared the same battlegrounds. You knew he was only a few tents over from you, but Peggy always insists that you don’t get yourself too distracted and it would be best if he didn’t know. You weren’t allowed to see him much. Peggy’s orders.

But you couldn’t keep a secret forever, so you told her. She told you that he would probably be angry with you, so you kept your disguise, tying your hair up and shoving it into one of their green camouflage hats. Steve didn’t know, either. Even if him and Peggy were what seemed like dating, she didn’t tell him anything.

The bedside clock dinged beside you, causing Bucky to groan out. Reaching over your body, he clicked the off button and rolled off the bed.

“Hey, where you going so early?” You pouted, rolling to the edge of the bed to tug his wrist.

“Gotta go to work, remember?” He laughed, putting his green hat on you. You smiled. “4 am isn’t early, baby.”

“For you it isn’t.” You smiled. “But I guess that’s how you soldiers work, since you work all day, leaving your dames here. Alone.” You sighed out, flipping your body so your head hung upside down on the mattress.

“Always overdramatic, are we?” He laughed, putting his uniform back on. “I told you. 12 weeks, alright? They’ll fly by sooner than expected, I can promise that.”

He was now fully clothed in his uniform again, you putting his hat on for him as you admired him from your view. “12 weeks?” You asked, pulling the belt loops of his pants.

He leaned down to your height. “12 weeks.” Bucky dipped his head down to give you an upside down kiss, holding your jaw in place as the rim of his hat lightly touched your adam’s apple.

Bucky walked out the door of your small apartment, saluting to you as you blew a kiss to him. Climbing out of bed, it was your turn to get ready, making sure that you took separate flights oversea.

It was now 10 am in England as you slipped out of the small jeep that drove you to the tents. Walking out the doors, Peggy greeted you with your uniform in hand.

“Late again, Agent Y/L/N.” She tisked. Shaking your head, you grabbed the uniform in her hands and ducked into the tent to change. She waited right outside the door for you. “Flight was well?”

“Yeah. A bit bumpy, but I’ve had worse.” You laughed, pulling your pants and shirt on. You wore your usual high-waist dark green pants matched with a thick jacket. Pulling your hair up, you stuck it into the hat and walked out. “They here yet?” You asked.

Peggy shook her head, writing something down on her notes as the two of you went into the open space of the field. “Nope, not yet. They’re arriving any minute now, but Steve is here.” She said, handing one of her papers to her assistant. “You’re telling him, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to be guilty for the rest of my life.” You admitted. Getting a smile from Peggy, her eyes widened as you talked. “What?”

“Rogers. He’s here. Hide.” She said, shooing you away. Quickly ducking your head, you turned the opposite way of the two, now waiting outside of the plane that had landed. He was here.

“Howard, how are you?” You greeted, spotting him walking out of one of the tents. He smiled when he saw you, embracing you in a hug.

“Peggy number 2!” He teased. “Finally you’re here. Been waiting for you. Say, have you seen the 107th?”

Smiling as you saw another plane land, you pointed. “Right over there.”

Taking his que to leave, he ran to the plane to usher the soldiers out to line up and do their jobs. You watched from you place next to Peggy now, admiring the men warming up. Finally you saw him. All clad out in his uniform, you sighed at the site. He looked the same since he left, now only a little dirtier.

You saw Bucky’s eyes light up as he saw Steve, engulfing his best friend in a hug.

“Will you ladies stop admiring my soldiers here?” The two of you heard a voice behind you, belonging to Colonel Chester Phillips. “Or as least move it to a place they won’t see you.” He shook his head.

“Colonel Phillips, happy to see you back.” You greeted, shaking his hand. He gladly responded.

“Have fun on your fleet week?” He asked dully.

You laughed, leading him into the tent. “If I were in the Navy, sir but thank you for that small break. I sure hope you get one soon.” You smiled.

“You’re too kind, Y/L/N.” He said sarcastically. “Want another privilege? Introduce yourself to the recruits since they haven’t seen your full face yet. Dumb asses think you’re a man for crying out loud.” He shook his head as he disappeared somewhere else.

You couldn’t help but laugh, it was true. They’d seen you walk around the place, thinking you were some random citizen just scoping out the place. Little did they know that you were technically their boss.

“Now’s your time to shine, Y/N.” Peggy smiled, holding the doors open for you. Stepping out into the dirt, you sighed. “Soldiers, in line!” Peggy yelled. The men automatically responded to her by falling into two straight lines, facing her. Steve walked out of the dirt to stand beside her, eyes widening when he caught a side glance at your face. You looked down.

She slowly walked around to examine the men, earning their brightest attention. “I’d like to introduce you to someone. Y/L/N, come out.” She nodded. You walked out to the fields to meet her by her side as she whispered for you to introduce yourself.

“Men, my name is Y/N, Y/L/N. Part of the SSR and the SOE, I’ve been an Agent with Ms. Carter for five years.” You began. Bucky’s eyes widened as he heard the sound of your name, as did Steve’s.

You walked around to meet their faces one by one. You explained yourself to them, stating that you would work alongside them, and have been watching over them secretly. “And folks, I can assure you,” You took your hat off to reveal your hair as it flowed out of the cap. “That I am a woman, seeing as though you don’t truly believe that.”

Some of the soldiers whistled, causing you to roll your eyes at Peggy. You stopped by a man that caught your attention. Facing him, he smirked. “Hot damn.” He breathed.

“Just because I am no Agent Carter does not mean that I can’t treat you like she does to you,” You grabbed ahold of one of his name tags harshly. “Mr. Dugan.” You politely smiled, soon dropping.

“I’ve had pleasure with meeting you all and I hope to see you all on the battlefield.” You saluted, responding in them saluting back as you walked off.

“Nicely done.” Colonel Phillips complimented. “Little harsh, but it’ll do.” You smiled at him as you walked off, placing your hat on one of the shelves.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called. Turning around, you met Steve who was running in your direction.

“Steve!” You smiled, bringing him in a hug.

“You have so much explaining to do!” He said, pulling from the hug. “But I’m glad to see you here. Five years, really?”

You nodded. “Five years with her.” You laughed. “And you thought you knew her longer. Ha!” You joked. Steve laughed along with you, putting his shield on his back as he walked with Peggy.

“No special hello?” Your heard an all too familiar voice call for you. Turning once more you saw Bucky walk over as he saluted to you. Saluting back, you met him half way.

“Bucky…” You sighed. “I know I should’ve told you earlier-“

“You kidding?” He interrupted. “And I thought I was as badass as you, doll!” He laughed, pulling you to his chest. You sighed as you hugged him tightly, inhaling the smell of his uniform.

“Just couldn’t go five hours without you, that’s all.” You lightly smiled pulling back. “Are you mad at me? If you are, you have every right to be.”

He sighed. “I thought about it, but I had no reason to be. I mean, working for the army you gotta have some secrets, especially if you’re with Peggy, the SSR and the SOP.” He smiled. “But yeah, you have a lot of explaining to do.”

“I know, I know.. I was so nervous in telling you. Hey, at least we don’t have to worry about each other being away for a long time.”

“So you were with me this whole time?” He questioned.

You nodded. “This whole time.”

“You’re gonna join the Howling Commandos?”

“Of course.”

“You’re an Agent?”

“You heard my title.”

“Man. I thought I was as cool as you.” He laughed, making you smile. “You know I’m being teased for dating a man, right?”

You laughed. “I mean, everyone thought you were with Stevie for quite a while now..” You trailed.

“Who can I blame?” He shrugged, hugging your waist to pull you closer. You wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders.

“We can be the badass, odd couple now when we get back home.” You offered.

My girl’s an agent in the army. Wow.” He breathed. “So, after all those nights with rewarded goodbye sex, I was gonna always see you in the morning?”

“You’re very smart at this game.” You smiled. “You didn’t have to be so rough last night when I was gonna be stalking you a few hours later.” You shrugged.

“You’re crazy.” He laughed. “I can’t…I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Like I said, I’m filled with surprises, right?” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

“Definitely.” He pulled your hand to wrap it around his. “Now let’s introduce you to the Howling Commandos.“

I was just a mission

(A/N): I loved this request so much? I also haven’t written Clint in ages! 

Request: Can you do one where you’re a powerful mutant with chaos manipulation and Clint is sent to keep an eye on you but you two end up falling in love and you find out that you were just a mission and even though you join the team you break up with him

Warnings: angst, swearing

Originally posted by howdoyourespond

  “Barton,” Fury marched up to the archer, a file clutched in his hand. “I need you for an impromptu mission,” Clint looked at fury with mild interest given that he hadn’t had a good mission in months.

    “Yeah?” Clint asks as he takes a sip of coffee. “What is it?" 

    "Well, it’s an escort mission for starters,” Clint raises his brow as he snatches up the folder fury offered, flipping it open with one hand while the other lifted the cup to his lips once again.

    “Chaos manipulation, huh? What side of the universe did this junkie come from?" 

    "Right here, small little town, a little rock mining accident and then suddenly this person pops up with these powers," 

    "Okay…so my mission is to?" 

    "You’re bringing them in, just to make sure they don’t fall into the wrong hands,” Clint nods as he flips through the papers and pictures, quickly scanning them over as he does. “So, you up for it?” Clint smirks as he hands the folder back, a mildly surprise expression passing Fury’s face as he does. 

   "When do I begin?“ 

    Clint watched from a distance as his mission entered some cafe, walking to the front of the store to order something before taking a seat by the window. When Clint had taken this mission he didn’t realize it would entail this much sitting and watching, something he wasn’t good at. But, if he wanted to get back on the better missions he was going to have to prove himself worthy on this one and if that meant sitting and watching his mission for hours on end he’d do just that. 

    Clint tried to stay true to his word but the air was getting cold and he was tired of standing outside looking creepy so rather than freeze his ass off he meandered inside, smiling lightly at the cashier lady as he got up to order some plain coffee. As soon as the steaming cup was passed into his hands he gladly took a seat by the mission, giving them an almost cocky smile when they looked at him curiously. 

    "Hi, I’m Clint,” Clint stuck his hand out for the mission to shake, smiling brightly at them.

    “Hi…I’m (Y/N),” the mission whispers as they gently shake Clint’s hand. 

    “(Y/N), that’s a really pretty name-" 

    "I’m not trying to be rude here but I’m not really looking for a relationship right now and-” Clint snorted as he took a sip of his drink, eyeing (Y/N) as though they had grown another head.

    “I didn’t say I wanted to date you, who says I can’t make acquaintances with that shy cutie in the corner of the cafe?” (Y/N) blushes a bit and Clint can’t help but crack a little albeit genuine smile at the act.

    “I’m sorry,” they whisper, “I just assumed and-" 

    "It’s completely okay,” Clint gives them a reassuring smile, since when had he ever smiled this much? “I can understand why you’d jump to conclusions, but uh- friends? Friends sound good?” (Y/N) smiles a bit, nodding their head softly. 

    “Friends sounds great," 

    After that day in the cafe Clint began spending his every waking moment beside (Y/N) and what had once started out as a mission was slowly forming into something more. Clint knew he’d stated only friends but every time he so mucked as heard (Y/N)’s laugh or saw their smile he could feel his heart flutter in his chest. In the beginning he’d befriended them for selfish purposes, to finish the mission and get home but now he didn’t even see a mission, he just saw (Y/N)- his best friend. 

    "Hey,” (Y/N) nudged Clint’s chest with their toes, smiling at him softly. “Whatca thinkin’ about?” Clint smiled softly as he grabbed (Y/N)’s foot, yanking them a bit closer while doing it. 

    “Nuna business,” he whispers, smirking when (Y/N) giggled at him.

    “Come on, tell me-” (Y/N) nudges him again, using their other foot which Clint grabs just as easily as the other one. (Y/N) squirms against his hold, rolling their ankles and shifting their hips in an attempt to get him to let go. 

   "You’re not gonna get away,“ Clint chuckles at (Y/N)’s predicament, laughing when they whined and shifted more.

    "I’m gonna kick you in the face,” (Y/N) mutters as they move their legs, putting their entire lower body into it. 

    “How can if I’ve got your feet? Hmm?” (Y/N) struggles more, a smile crossing their face as involuntary chuckles falls from their lips. 

    “Clint, I’m serious, I’m gonna kick you," 

    "Oh yeah,” Clint smiles as he grasps both of (Y/N)’s feet in one hand, using the other to creep along their soles, tickling them softly. (Y/N) squealed in surprise as they attempted to flail away but they couldn’t with Clint’s iron right grip on their feet. 

    “Clint!” (Y/N) screams as he begins to move up their leg, stopping just below their knee cap. “Stop! That tickles!" 

    "That’s kinda the point baby bird,” Clint chuckled as he moved up more, his fingers grazing (Y/N)’s hips. (Y/N) screamed more, thrashing as they laughed heartily.

    “Clint, stop!” The try to swat at him but Clint sits on their hips, keeping their legs Down as he grips their arms in one of his hands. He mercilessly tickles them for what seems like forever before (Y/N) is laughing so hard tears are streaming down their face, little breathless laughs still spilling from their lips. It was almost cliche of him to think like this but watching (Y/N) smile like that, the way they laughed ever so softly as they panted breathlessly, their hair a mess from their thrashing and screaming but Clint realized he loved them, he loved (Y/N) with his entire being even though he’d promised this wouldn’t happen, he promised that he only wanted to be friends. 

   “Are you- are you gonna tell me now?” (Y/N) asks, cracking an eye open to stare up at Clint, their smile never faltering. 

   “No,” Clint shakes his head, his smile faltering slightly. “If I did I’d have to kill ya,” (Y/N) nods a bit, still trying to collect their breath. The two were so close together that Clint could feel (Y/N)’s chest rise and fall, feel the release of air against his body as he hovered over them, he could feel (Y/N)’s eyes tracing his nose, his jaw, over his lips- 

   “Y’know how you stated that you only wanted to be friends?” (Y/N) asks, their voice steady and quiet. Clint nods, swallowing thickly as he looked down at (Y/N). “Well…Did you really mean that? That you only wanted to be friends?” Clint’s heart jumped into his throat at their words, perhaps they were implying what he thought they were implying. 

    “Um- well- that depends,” 

    “On?” (Y/N) pushes, staring up at Clint earnestly. 

   “On whether or not you still don’t want a relationship,” (Y/N) swallows the lump in their throat, staring up at Clint’s face with a somewhat scared look. 

    “What if I do want one?” (Y/N) asks quietly, their tone shaking softly. Clint smiles softly, his heart hammering against his ribs.

    The two don’t say anything for a moment, just staring at each other with those twinkling eyes and happy smiles. Even after those few moments they don’t say anything but they do put their mouths to work. With gentle movements Clint lets go of (Y/N)’s hands, trailing them down to cup their cheeks. With an adoring gaze Clint leaned down just a tiny bit more, pressing his lips to (Y/N)’s in a sweet kiss. 

   (Y/N) kisses back, making a small noise of happiness in the back of their throat. Their lips moved together perfectly, molding against each other as though they were made to fit together; it was so perfect that Clint didn’t want it to end but he could feel a small burn starting in his lungs from his lack of air and he had to pull back sooner or later. So against his ever fiber of his being he pulled back, resting his forehead against (Y/N)’s as he shakily inhaled air. 

   “Then I’d say I wanted to be much more than friends,” Clint finally replies, a small smirk curling his lips as he stated the sentence. 

    Clint and (Y/N) had been dating for months now and Clint had nearly forgotten all about their little predicament, the fact that he was supposed to be guarding them, the fact that they were his mission. The problem was he had been instructed not to get attached and here he was, holding (Y/N) as they slept peacefully against him. He knew it was wrong, they were his job and he was failing it, but he loved them so fucking much, so much it hurt, and he couldn’t stand the thought of not being with them. 

   “Whatca thinkin’ about?” (Y/N) murmurs against Clint’s neck, not quiet ready to get up for the day. Clint smiled softly as he held (Y/N) a bit tighter, burying his nose in their soft hair. 

    “Just life, work, stuff like that,” (Y/N) hummed softly as they rolled over, straddling Clint’s hips abruptly. With a tired little smirk they lean down, pressing their lips to his neck in a lazy, open mouthed kiss. Clint in turn hummed as well, his hand going up to tangle in (Y/N)’s hair as they left a line of kisses down his neck but just as things were getting good his phone rang beside him, the damn thing nearly vibrating off the table as it did. “Dammit,” Clint curses as he reaches over with one hand to grab the phone, pressing answer without even looking at the name. “Hello?” 

   “Barton? Barton is that you?” Shit, it was Fury. Clint sat up abruptly, nearly taking (Y/N) with him, luckily they had enough sense to cling to him like a koala, making it impossible to shake them off. 

    “Director Fury,” Clint’s voice took on a more formal tone, shocking both him and (Y/N); he’d nearly forgotten he was a field agent. 

   “I’m just calling to check in on the mission, I haven’t heard from you in awhile and I thought it’d be better to call, Nat wanted to come out and find you herself but I warned her against it, don’t want it interfering with your work, right?” 

   “Right,” Clint bit his lip as (Y/N) stared at him in confusion, their nose scrunched up in the cutest way. 

    “So, everything’s okay? Mission’s doing well?” 

   “Yeah-” Clint sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “Yeah, it’s good,” 

    “Good, You’ve only got a few weeks left Barton, I suggest you get the asset here pronto,” 

   “Yes sir,” Clint replied, his tone much heavier than it was at the beginning of the conversation. 

   “I’ll see you soon then?” Clint looked at (Y/N), studying their eyes, full of something he couldn’t quite understand. 

   “Yes, yes you will sir,” Without another word Clint clicked the phone off, tossing it to the side in exasperation. Well, this whole happy normal life had been nice while it lasted but it was no going to come to an abrupt stop, just like all happy things did in his life. 

   “Clint, what’s wrong sweetie?” (Y/N) asks, their tone laced with concern. Clint sighed, rubbing his hands down his face as he thought of some way to break this lightly to (Y/N). 

   “I know about you (Y/N),” Clint mutters, his heart aching in his chest. “I know what you are,” (Y/N) stares at him in confusion and perhaps a bit of fear, their lips parted slightly as their eyes scanned his face. 

   “What- What do you mean?” 

   “I know about your powers (Y/N),” 

    (Y/N) sat beside Clint numbly, their hands resting lightly on their legs as they stared at the bed sheet below them. 

   “I’m so sorry (Y/N),” Clint whispers, reaching out to hold (Y/N) like he so desperately wanted to do. “I should have told you earlier and-” 

    “Is that all I am to you?” (Y/N) asks meekly, their eyes clouded with tears. “Just some mission for some organization?”

   “No, god no, of course not. I mean, yeah, that’s what you started out as, but-” Clint quickly rises to fix his mistake. “But as soon as I got to know you I fell in love and then I didn’t see you as a mission anymore, you were just (Y/N), that cute kid I met in that stupid cafe-” 

    “So if you hadn’t been sent to watch me, like some circus freak or something-” (Y/N) mutters, wiping at their runny nose. “We wouldn’t even be here right now, would we?” 


   “Would we Clint?” Clint sighs once again, his heart sinking into his stomach. 

   “Probably not, I don’t know-” 

   “Okay,” (Y/N) mutters, only a hint of venom in their  words. “I’ll join your stupid team, I’ll come check out whatever this SHIELD shit is,” Clint nods, a small smile rising to his lips. “But I want you to get the hell out of my house,” Immediately Clint’s smile falls, replaced with confusion. 


   “Get out of my house. I don’t want to see you again, I don’t want to hear you again, I want you out,” (Y/N) growls, standing as they go to grab their clothes. 

   “(Y/N), please just- just give me a chance-” (Y/N) scoffs as they throw Clint’s clothes at him, not even stopping to give him a look. 

   “I don’t want to be with someone knowing that at one point I was their job. Now, get out of my house before you really start to feel sorry,” There are tears burning (Y/N)’s eyes and all they want to do is crawl into Clint’s embrace and hug him for the rest of their life but they couldn’t, not with the new information they’d just received. “NOW!” (Y/N) points to the door, their finger shaking with the effort of not crying. Clint shoots up from the bed, hurriedly putting his clothes on as he also tries to open the door. He slips his shirt over his head, stopping beside (Y/N) to say something, opening and closing his mouth again and again, thinking of something to say. He couldn’t just leave them, this was the first person he’d loved in his life and now they were being ripped away from him and it was all his fault. “Clint,” (Y/N)’s voice cracks slightly. “Just go, please,” Clint lingers for only a moment longer, staring at (Y/N) with such a pained gaze that (Y/N) was so close to breaking and jut hurling themself at him, begging to be held and loved but before they could Clint left, the door to their bedroom creaking softly behind him. 

   (Y/N) kept their composer until their front door open and closed and then they allowed themselves to fall apart. With a heaving chest and shaking shoulders they slid back into bed, sobbing against their own sheets. Clint hadn’t even been gone a minute and they already missed him so fucking much, guess it didn’t help the sheets smelled just like him. 

   Outside Clint stood at the door, trying to control his own emotions long enough to walk away from (Y/N)’s house, the house that had become his home over the last few months. But that was nearly impossibly knowing (Y/N) was inside, angry and hurt, crying because Clint had been an idiot. He wanted nothing more than to turn around and walk through the door and hold (Y/N) like his life depended on it but he lost that right- he lost every right the minute he opened his mouth. So now, with a heavy heart and heavy feet Clint trudged down the steps of his home- leaving behind the love of his life. 


Prompt: Hi, can I get an imagine where Bucky meets a girl and they fall in love and get married, but he keeps her a secret and she lived outside of the city to stay safe, but after a few months of not seeing each other, she shows up at the tower and reveals a small baby bump to Bucky and he finally introduces her to the team, and they all vow to protect her? 😊

Word Count: 1300ish


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