his stupid face and my need to make something

maxwellandlovelace  asked:

Hey! My birthday is March 25 (the big 3-0). I love smutty!everlark (preferably rated E) and Peeta in a uniform. That would be an awesome present, but I'd be happy with anything=) I think you're doing such a great job with this blog. It's a wonderful idea!<3

Originally posted by omgitslish

Grattis på födelsedagen!! Wishing you a wonderful birthday @maxwellandlovelace. To help you celebrate in style, the always incredible @katnissdoesnotfollowback has written this wonderful slice of Everlark, just for you!

All’s Fair

WARNINGS: RATED M for mild language, immature pranks, and smut. Everlark college/military cadets AU. ;-)


“You sure you know how to pick one of these things?”

“Yep,” I whisper as I continue to work quietly. Not as fast as I’d like since my hands are shaking.

“Damn, Everdeen, where’d you learn to pick a lock?”

“Senior prank in high school,” Gale explains to them quietly. “I hotwired the principal’s car and she picked the lock on the hockey rink so we could park it on the ice.”

“Nice,” Mitchell says.

“You scare me, Everdeen,” someone else mutters. A third snorts in response and Gale reminds them to keep their eyes open.

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Now or Never

Prompt: Steve has always liked you as more than a friend but was always afraid. When the chance for him to save you from unwanted attention and claim you as his, he doesn’t take it. Tony swoops in to save the day making Steve pout.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (with a meddling Tony)

A/N: I’ve had this for a bit now and I’m happy that I could post this now. This one is a bit longer than what I usually do but I still the story of it. Lately, I’ve been writing a lot of Hamilton fanfic, but I swear, I write more than that :P Remember that my requests are always open! As of now, I’m blank on ideas so I would love requests! Enjoy!

Originally posted by naih-reedus



The bar was roaring with noise and was crowded with people. Tony and Steve both have caps on and keeping their heads low as they escorted you out for the night. 

You let out a loud sigh as you finally squeeze your way through and found a table open for the three of you. “I didn’t realize so many people would be out tonight!” You had to scream over the music for the boys to hear you.

Tony tilted his cap back to look at you and threw you a smirk. “Well, what is there not to celebrate after the Avengers just saved the world? Again!” You all shared a chuckled and started to watch the people around the bar. 

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Letting off Steam

A/N: An anon requested the dialogue prompt “Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” for Negan. I hope you enjoy it <3

Word count: 852

Warnings: Sexual innuendos (this is Negan we’re talking about after all)

Originally posted by snoxhite

Your clenched your teeth as you slammed the door of the parlor behind you and stomped down the hall. Fuck all of them. You weren’t going to sit there and subject yourself to hearing the other wives make nasty remarks about your weight, your personality, or whatever bullshit callous excuse they made so they could act like assholes. So you decided to leave and blow off some steam elsewhere and wait for Negan to inevitably find you and have a talk about how you gave Sherry a pretty little shiner for sharing her two cents about you to your face.

You poked your head into the designated gym area in Sanctuary, breathing a sigh of relief when you found it empty. Negan’s men hadn’t brought back much equipment from their supply runs, but all you cared about was the trusty old punching bag that hung on the other side of the room. You’d never taken any self defense classes before the apocalypse hit, but after dealing with your ‘sister wives’ for so long you understood how cathartic it was to punch the crap out of something.

Without hesitation you took your stance and let your fists fly, connecting with a satisfying smack as the bag rocked from the force. You exhaled quickly with each punch, almost as if letting out every little grievance from your body. Grunting, you applied more force into your punches, adding in a couple of elbow jabs for good measure as you imagined how enjoyable it felt to punch Sherry in her smug fucking face.

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Honey Bee

Third part to the Bees Sting story.

Negan x Bee (reader’s nickname)

2300 words

Warnings ~ Negan language, sexual innuendo, Bee’s quirkiness(?)

Lyrics from “Big Spender”

If you want to be tagged, or asked to be tagged and I didn’t, please let me know!

@negans-network, @ladyhawk4133, @jenniegs, @memphisgirl1977, @mwesterfeld1985 @foreverplagued

    As we walked down the hall to my room, her tiny fingers never leaving mine, I chanced a quick glance at her. Her head was down, not even fucking looking where she was walking, just taking the chance that I wouldn’t let her walk into anything.

 “Bee, are you fine with this? You’re awfully fucking quiet, and with your head down like that you kinda look like you’re being led to a fucking firing squad. I can take you back to your room doll, is that what you want?” I was willing her to say no, that she was fucking fine coming to my room.

 Suddenly, she let go of my hand, running like a little rabbit down the hall, stopping right in front of my fucking door. She leaned back against it, placing my scarf around her neck, then gently dropping the toy bee down her top again. Looking directly at me, she smirked. “It’s what I want, Negan.” Winking, she started twirling the ends of my scarf, humming, then singing.

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Just a little more ( Jimin x Reader x Jungkook)

Genre : M, threesome, anal sex
Plot : you’re dating Jimin but feel attracted to Jungkook.

Reader POV

I’ve been dating Jimin for a year now, we’re happy, I really love him but something has been bothering me lately… Whenever Jungkook is around I can him staring at me. When he passes by, I feel his hand brush on my back or my shoulder… and the thing is it does something to me. I try to stay away from him but he’s always there, maybe I’m just imagining things. There was this one time, we were all on the beach, i was playing in the water with Tae and Jungkook was looking at me, he didn’t avert his eyes when I caught him staring, his eyes were roaming my body up and down, I felt completely naked under his gaze, and then he smirked at me. Or this time at a party where his hand stayed on my back a little too long, and little too close to my butt. But I never confronted him about it because I felt guilty… I was attracted to him, I couldn’t deny it anymore. I considered the other members of BTS as my brothers but with Jungkook it has always been different. Tonight Jimin told me he was going to practice and come home late, I was feeling lonely so I asked the BTS group chat if some of them were available.

Yoongi : I can’t sorry
Namjoon : I’m taking Jin out for dinner :/
Hobi : Me and Tae are going to the movie
u want to come ?
You : No thanks, don’t want to play the
third wheel x)
Kookie : I can come see you

What should I do ? The other members will think it’s weird if I say no to him…

You : No… I don’t want to bother you
Kookie : It’s fine Y/N, I’ll be over in 10min

Okay I’m definitely screwed… I can’t just not let him enter. We’ll just watch a movie and eat no big deal and then when the movie’s over I’ll throw him out.
The doorbell rang, I went and opened the door. He was wearing a white button up shirt with blue jeans, he has grown up quite well I must admit. I went to the kitchen and tried to find the noodle cups.
Oh here they were, on the top shelf of course… I tried to jump but ended up only hurting my knee. Suddenly I felt a strong body behind me, Jungkook took the noodle cups easily, I turned around. We were too close, way too close. My cheeks started to reddened, I could feel it.
- Here you go Y/N. said Jungkook while putting the cups behind me.
I looked at his lips, I wonder how they would feel on mine … no stop you have a boyfriend ! Think about Jimin, you love him right ? Don’t do something stupid.
- Could you please move Jungkook ?
I asked with a small voice.
He leaned towards me, his face was in my neck, I could feel his breath against my skin sending shivers down my spine.
- Do I make you uncomfortable ? He whispered in my ear.
I needed to get away from him now or I might do something I’ll regret. I pushed him off me with force, he seemed straddled and looked a little lost, for a moment I felt bad.
- I’m sorry Kookie …
- No, it’s me… He turned around and went to seat in the living room.
I microwaved the noodle cups, took chopsticks and sodas and went to the sofa. We ate in silence, exchanging banalities, we never have been this awkward with each other before.
- Look Jungkook… I don’t want us to be this weird around each other.
- Y/N you don’t get it. He said harshly.
- Tell me then !
Seconds later I was on my back, Jungkook’s lips on mine. I couldn’t think, everything happened so fast.
- I want you Y/N. I want you so much it hurts.
He was looking straight into my eyes, I could feel my heart beat faster and faster.
- Jungkook we can’t… I’m with Jimin. I love him.
- But you feel something for me… I know you do.
He started kissing my neck softly, I tried to push him away but it felt too good…just a little bit, then we’ll never do it again. He continued sucking on my neck, going down to my exposed collarbone. In one swift movement my shirt was off, he kissed me roughly, our tongue battling for dominance. He unclasped my bra, I tried to cover myself but he pushed my arms aside.
- You’re beautiful Y/N, don’t hide yourself.
He said before licking my nipples, I let out a moan, he continued sucking on them until they were all sensitive and perky. He went down on my stomach, giving gentle little kisses, I wanted more, I craved his touch somehow. He took off my jeans, leaving me in my lacy thong, he probably could sense how excited I was…
- Open your legs for me baby. He said with a commanding tone.
I did as he asked.
- Good girl… look how wet you are already, is this all for me ?
He slapped his hand on my core making me scream.
- Yes daddy, only for you !
He began rubbing me through my underwear, leaving me panting and needy.
He pushed my thong aside and started teasing my clit with his finger, I was going crazy, I needed something inside me.
- Daddy please I want your fingers…
- will you be good for me after ?
- Yes yes I’ll do everything you’ll ask !
He finally pushed one finger inside me, moving it oh so slowly. I rocked my hips trying to take more of it, he seemed to understand my plea and added two more fingers, I kept moaning louder and louder as he fucked me with his long fingers.
- On your knees baby. Come suck daddy.
I went on my knees and started unzipping his pants. He was so big… I couldn’t wait to have him inside my mouth. I took off his boxer and started stroking his dick, smearing the pre cum at the top. I could hear him groan, this gave me confidence and I took him in my mouth, he was hot and heavy on my tongue. I hollowed my cheeks and began sucking and licking, trying to take him entirely in mouth.
- You’re doing so well baby girl…. let me fuck your mouth.
He held my hair and started thrusting in mouth, I gagged a few times, saliva was dripping down my chin, I felt like a slut and somehow I loved it. Suddenly I heard the door unlocked. Jimin.
- So that’s what you do when I’m gone ? You fuck with the maknae ?
His eyes were burning holes in my head, I was too scared to respond.
- Jimin, I’m sorry it’s my fault… said Jungkook.
- You’ve always dreamed about fucking her right ? You want to know how tight she is right ?
Jimin was getting closer, he sat on a chair in front of us.
- Fuck her.
- What ? I said suddenly.
- I said fuck her Jungkook. Go ahead don’t hold back. You don’t want to make me angry right ?
Something in Jimin’s voice made me shiver, I’ve never seen him like this before.
- Y/N open your legs and finger yourself.
I slowly sat down and did as I was told. I could feel them both staring at him… it was way too hot right now. I started rubbing my clit, and put a finger in, they were watching me with hungry eyes, I let out a moan. I put three fingers, knowing I was already prepped from before, and started thrusting them in my wet pussy… knowing they were both looking at me while I touched myself was turning me on so much.
- You’re enjoying yourself right baby ? Do you think you could come just from your fingers ? Said Jimin.
I was moaning loudly now, I was close so close.
- Look at Jungkook, he can’t wait to have you squirming under him. You want him to fuck you right ? Want his big cock inside of you ?
All the dirty talk pushed me on the edge, I reached my orgasm with a loud scream.
Still hazy I didn’t realize that Jimin was now between my legs. I could feel his tongue poking at my anus, me and Jimin only did it twice down there. He slowly inserted his tongue in and out, making lewd sounds. I let out a scream when he added one digit, I started to feel good, loving the stretch.
- Relax your butthole for me baby girl.
Suddenly I felt something pushing his way inside my hole, it was small glass dildo. The sensation was strange, it was cold and made me feel so stretched out.
Jimin then went back to his seat. Jungkook was having a hard time controlling himself, he was breathing heavily and his eyes were dark with lust.
- Fuck her Jungkook. I know you want it.
I could hear Jimin said in the back.
Next thing I knew Jungkook was between my legs and in to the hilt. I screamed, the stretch was so good, both my holes were so full. He started thrusting in slowly, but I wanted more… the overstimulation was driving me wild.
- She wants to be fucked hard Jungkook. Can’t you see ?
His pace accelerated, he was groaning in my neck, telling me how good I felt, how he loved how tight I was. I could feel my second orgasm approaching, a particularly hard thrust made me cum again. But he didn’t stop, he kept fucking me at a frantic pace, I didn’t know how long I was going to last.
- Jungkook lay in your back. Baby you’re going to ride him.
We changed postions quickly, the glass dildo was still in my asshole. I began riding him, the new angle was so much better, j could feel him deep inside of me.
Suddenly I was pushed forward, Jimin was behind me.
- Now you’re going to have 2 dicks inside of you, won’t you love that you slut ?
He said before slapping my butt, I let out a moan, the sting was delicious.
- Yes master, I want you inside my asshole please…
He took out the glass dildo and quickly replaced it with his cock. It was larger and longer, It hurt but he didn’t gave me time to adjust and started to fucking me, pounding deep into my ass.
- You like it right ? Being used like a whore like that ?
- Oh my god yes ! Don’t stop please !
I was moaning and screaming, the entire room was filled with groans and the sounds of our skin slapping against each other.
- Jungkook tell her how good she is.
- God Y/N you’re amazing, keep tightening around me baby, I’m close.
Both of them kept fucking me at a harsh pace, I could feel a third orgasm coming. Jungkook hit my sweet spot repeatedly while Jimin kept slapping my ass.
- Are you going to cum soon baby ? Asked Jimin.
- Yes !
A few more thrusts and my orgasm hit me. Seconds later I could feel them emptying themselves inside me, their cum coating my walls. We all collapsed on top of each other, breathing heavily.
They slowly pulled out, the cum dripping down my thighs. I have never felt this satisfied before.
- We need to talk. Said Jimin who had put his shirt back on.
- Jimin I’m so sorry, I love you, I really do.
- I know, but you like Jungkook too.
I stayed silent, not knowing how to respond.
- Y/N I like a lot… but I don’t want to break your relationship with Jimin. Said Jungkook with a small voice.
- I want … both of you. I said confidently.
- Okay. Let’s try. Said Jimin. But no sex when I’m not with you.
We all laughed silently. This night we slept together, me snuggled between them, feeling and happy and content.

End !

anonymous asked:

I have a cat that is obsessed with all things electronic. All of them. Anytime we use something he immediately shows up to investigate. Print something? Cat is there. Turn on DVD player? Game console? Tv? Cat is there. Vacuum? Hair dryer? CAT IS THERE. He's even learned how to turn some things on/off. He has no fear. And I can't help but wonder what would happen if tony had a pet with a similar disposition

Yay I finally finished one of the 29 prompts currently in my inbox. :O I’ve been in a bit of a slump, but have Tony with a tech loving kitten named Mittens (Steve’s choice) 

The cat is not Tony’s he didn’t pick it out, he didn’t agree to having it in his house, just because it follows him around like a duckling does not mean that it is his cat. Steve named the cat. Steve bought the cat. It’s Steve’s cat, not his, and Steve needs to get Mittens out of Tony’s lab before the stupid cat hurts himself. 

He tries to pull up a video call, only for mittens to place his face through the screen and meow at him. He narrows his eyes, attempting to manipulate the hologram around the cat shaped obstacle, somehow the cat manages to open a game of minesweeper. He doesn’t even have minesweeper. 

“Mittens, dude, I’m going to level with you.” Tony informs the cat, crouching slightly so he can make eye contact. The cat meows in response. “You need to get out of my lab.” Tony tells him. The cat makes a sad noise and Tony reaches out to pet him, promptly losing the game of minesweeper he wasn’t playing. 

The cat purrs in response, arching into Tony’s hands happily. There’s a snorting sound from the doorway. 

“Get Steve to come take his stupid cat.” Tony requests, without sparing Clint a glance. Clint just laughs louder as Mitten rubs his head under Tony’s chin. 

“Doesn’t look like the cat wants to go see Steve.” Clint teases, Tony groans, Mitten paws at his face in response. 

“Just turn on a hairdryer or something before Mittens crawls into the fabricator and gets hurt.” Tony grumbles. “Did you hear that Mitten? He’s going to turn on a hair dryer. I know how much you like hairdryer’s.” Tony coos, shooting a glare at Clint before he can respond. 

“Tony dude, just carry him upstairs.” Clint says, pressing the elevator button, Mittens runs over excitedly at the whirring sounds and meows pitifully at Tony when he doesn’t follow. 

“Ugh, I can’t believe old man Steve got the most tech friendly Cat I’ve ever met.” Tony grumbles, Clint snorts a laugh when the cat jumps into Tony’s arms, nosing at the arc reactor excitedly. 

“Still doesn’t seem like Steve’s cat.” Clint says. Tony glares at him. 

“I love Mittens, but Mittens is not my responsibility. Steve named him, and bought him, he’s Steve’s problem. It’s not my fault I’m more likeable than Captain Computers are stupid.” Tony grumbles as the cat purrs in his arms. 

“You know it’s not just the tech dude, the cat just likes you.” Clint informs him, Mittens licks his arm in agreement.  

bioshockingly-wonderful  asked:

2D with a s/o who's getting used to how they look in glasses and is a little self conscious?? 🌸🍒

Sorry its so short!❣️

“How do I look?” You said, spinning around on your heel to show 2D.
He started at you for a moment, before a big smile appeared on his face.
You frowned.
“I.. I’m not sure. I just don’t think they suit my face. Maybe its the shape of them?” You said, pulling them off and inspecting them.
“You look lovely in them!” 2D smiled sweetly, putting them back onto your face.
You looked back into the mirror. You he said you looked good, but you just weren’t fond of them. Something about them just put you off.
“Maybe its the shape of my face?” You questioned. Adjusting how they sat on your face.
“Love, you look beautiful in them! Ya just need to get used to them!” He smiled making you face him. He cupped your face, smiling.
“You’re perfect”
“But what if everyone else thinks I look stupid in them?” You frowned again, looking up at him.
“They wont” he reassured you, rubbing your face with his thumbs.
“Even if they did,” he started, taking your glasses of your face, and putting them on his.
“Who gives a fuck! You are the most beautiful person I know, and I will fight anyone who says otherwise!” He said, making you laugh.
“Plus you cant look as bad as I do!” He added, making a face as continued to laugh.
“Thank you, 2D” you said, getting on the tip of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him softly.
“I love you” he whispered, pressing his forehead against yours.
“I love you too” you grinned, kissing him again.

“You sure they look okay?” You asked, taking the glasses from 2D and putting them on yourself.

Happy you’re here (5/?)

Summary: You didn’t actually know who you were, rescued from H.Y.D.R.A, you suffered Dissociative Amnesia. The Avangers helped you, now was time for you to help Bucky.  

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,016 (fight me… again!)

Warnings: Cursing(do I REALLY need to warn?), sexy kinda sexual thoughts(?), stupidity, angst, self-deprecating

A/N: GUESS WHO’S BACK. I’m sorry about the delay, but guess what? In Brazil we have Carnaval and is a holiday and I’ll have a week off SO YEAH THERE WILL BE NEW THINGS YAAAASS 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 

Originally posted by love-buckybarnes

“How long?” Bucky asked, feeling all his muscles tense with the thought of Steve leaving him alone on the tower.

“I’ve told you already, just a couple weeks, Buck. You won’t be alone, though. Y/N will be here for you to make you company and to bother you, you’ll be even begging for her to let you rest.” His cheeks got red as Steve laughed, packing what he needed

“He’s right, Buttercup. You’ll beg me to let you rest.” Both men snapped their eyes at your figure leaning against the wall; they didn’t heard you entering the room. Bucky bit his lower lips to suppress a moan with the thoughts of you above him, your hand on his chest trying to keep him pressed against the mattress as you rocked your hips, whispering dirty things against his jaw between your own moans.

Those dirty thoughts had been there ever since you started – purposely – to speak innuendos and brush yourself on him when you two were at the kitchen, when you would ask him to grab the high foods, at the mat, when you passed next to him at a corridor or etc;

Steve kept looking from you to Bucky, feeling left out as you two communicated by darkened eyes.

“Hey, Y/N. What you’re doing here?” Breaking the eye connection, you smile at Steve as you walk towards him

“I came to help you pack and to say good bye.” He smiled at your action; you sat on his bed and used your powers to make some things float to his suitcase.

Bucky almost gasped in surprise, you had never showed him your powers. He felt you could do much more, since the buzzing sound on his years indicated an enormous amount of power. It almost felt material, as if he could grab and breathe it.

“Wow.” Your cheek went red when you noticed what you had done, it wasn’t usual for you to use your powers. Especially in front of people, but you felt comfortable around Steve and Bucky.

You cleared your throat before speaking again, afraid that Bucky might think of you as a freak

“Huh, I didn’t came here just to help you, Bubbles.” Steve rolled his eyes and zipped his suitcase, searching for anything he might have missed

“Pietro e Wanda will be okay, Y/N. Don’t have to be such an owl-sister.” Narrowing your eyes, you crossed your legs and squeezed your lips together

“I know that, dickhead. I was just going to say for you to be careful and to let your beard grow; your face is easily recognized.” He chuckled and nodded with his head, getting closer to you and kissing your forehead

“You also be careful, yes? If you have any nightmares or need to talk just give me a call.” Bucky couldn’t help but feel a little bit of jealously, he just couldn’t tell if it was because of you or because of his friend.  

“Aye, aye, Captain.” Getting on your feet, you smiled to Bucky and passed by him, sliding your fingers through the side of this stomach; the smirk grew bigger when you felt he lock his abs with you touching him. “See you later, Sergeant.

Yeah, you were teasing. You have been doing it for a couple weeks.

Natasha and Wanda helped you to understand what you were feeling; it wasn’t as hard as they thought it would be, since you were a big stubborn.  

Steve cocked a brow to his friend as soon as you left the room, taking the sight of Bucky sharply breathing as a sign to have the “talk”.

“Huh, hey! Isn’t Y/N nice?” He crouched as if he was looking for something under his bed, avoiding looking into Buck’s eyes and trying to remember what Natasha told him to ask Bucky.

“Yeah… She makes me feel comfortable.” The Winter Soldier looked to the carpet and tried to calm his heartbeats, remembering that back in the days, he wouldn’t be having that kind of conversation, since he would already be pinning you against the wall.

“Do you like her?” Steve didn’t got an answer right away and he was at an awkward amount of time looking under his perfectly-cleaned bed. Sighing, he faced Bucky only to see him with his brows furrowed and eyes locked at a point on the wall.

“I… do?” Not being able to control the grin with the state of his friend, Captain America sighed one more time, getting closer to Bucky and patting his shoulder

“Is that a question or an answer?” Shrugging his shoulders, Bucky sighed in defeat

“I don’t know, Steve. I don’t… Deserve this. I don’t deserve her.”

“Bucky… After all you’ve been through, you deserve to be happy. And I feel you’ll be, next to her.” Giving one last squeeze on Bucky’s shoulder, Steve grabbed his suitcase and followed his friend out of the room, heading to the jet where you hugged Pietro and Wanda, kissing both of their cheeks

“I’ll be waiting you two with your favorite dishes, yes?” Both of them chuckled, it felt like an older sister saying that she would be waiting for them when they got back from school.

“We’ll try not to die.” You smacked Pietro shoulders, hissing him to take it back, making Wanda and him laugh loudly.

“We’ll get back safely, sora mea mai mare.” Wanda helped her brother with a smile as you sighed, pulling them to a last hug, trying to get as much of their scent as you could.

“I love you both, be careful.” With grin on their faces, they kissed your cheek and entered the jet while you walked over to Steve and Bucky. “You too, Bubbles.” Standing next to Bucky, you watched him walk away.

“Is just you and me now, James.” Ignoring the shiver that walked down his spine when you said his first name, Bucky grabbed – carefully – your forearm to indicate that he was getting back.

“Where is the rest of them?”

“Well, Bruce is travelling with Tony to a research, Clint is back to his family, Sam went with them for back up, Nat went on another mission on some Intel she found and Vision… Well, I don’t know. He’s probably… charging himself.” You started to chuckled expecting Bucky to get the pun and do the same as you, but when he just frowned his brows in confusion, you sighed “He’s an Android… You know… Cell phone… Charge… Ah, fuck it. Wanna’ go watch a movie?”


“C’mon, Cap, don’t you wanna know what is happening?” Sam whined trying to convince his friend to let him peek at the cameras of the tower to see how you two were dealing with each other.

“Sam, no.

“What if the tower is under an attack?”

“They’re both the biggest fighters and shooters of the compound; you think they would have a problem?”

“But what if they kiss and I lose the bet?!” Wanda chuckled at Sam’s scream; all of the team had made a bet on how long it would take for you to kiss him.

Yes, you kiss him, since they all knew Bucky wouldn’t be brave enough to do it.

“Exactly, they can’t kiss until Saturday, or else I’ll be the one losing.” Everyone from the jet laughed at his mumble.

“But really, don’t you wanna know who they’re doing?”

“We’re going on a mission, birdie. Stop wanting to spy on people’s life.” Sam huffed at Pietro hiss

“So you’re really going down without fighting?”

“There is nothing to fight. I never actually had a chance, but I still love her, thought.” Wanda smiled gently at her brother, stroking his hand as he kept his eyes locked on the book he was reading.

“A shame, I would like to see how a jealous Bucky works.”


“What?! Are you telling me you wouldn’t want to know, neither?” Steve stared at him, his silence made the siblings raise their eyes in curiosity.

The truth was that Steve never saw Bucky actually liking someone. Sure, he always had dates and hook ups. But never a real date, one where he would like the company and not look just for one night.

“Cap?” Pietro had a smirk creeping into his lips, closing his book as Wanda laughed, already knowing his plans. “Do I have permission to cause jealousy on The Soldier, when we get back?”

It took a few minutes for Steve to reply in a mumble, not wanting to get involved

“You don’t need my approval, Pietro.” The grin on his face grew with the thought of making someone feel jealous and hitting on you.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Sam laughed, already imagining the scene.

“Cut it, Pietro.” Your laugh made him smirk through the mobile; you were face timing, like you’ve been doing for a couple days.

You would face-time Wanda in the afternoon when you were eating something on the couch with Bucky while watching a stupid movie he had missed, then, she would pass to Pietro – who’ve been excessively flirting with you –, when he was finished, he would pass to Sam and then to Steve. You would talk a couple minutes with him, reassuring that you didn’t had any nightmare and that Bucky‘ve been eating and sleeping well.

Maybe the part of you not having nightmares and the part of Bucky sleeping well was a lie, but Steve wouldn’t be able to tell.

You two had been talking and bonding a lot, since it was only the two of you in the tower and you liked to talk.

It became a routine on the fifth day, you would wake up at 4 a.m after a terrible nightmare, would go to the gym only to encounter Bucky already there, respecting his space and needing your own, you would try to forget the nightmare.

“Cap said we might take a whole month, instead of just a couple weeks.” Faking a grin, you nodded with your head, feeling Bucky’s hand squeeze gently your thigh. He knew you had problems with being alone on the tower.

“Pass to him, now, Greedy.” Pietro laughed before Steve popped into the screen, smiling apologetically

“Hey, Y/N… Is everything ok?”

“Yeah, Bubbles. Just a little empty here with just the hottie and me. But we always found a way to entertain ourselves, don’t we, James?” Steve chuckled, denying with his head as you smirked at Bucky with darkened eyes, feeling the grip of his hand tight on your thigh.

“Yeah, we do.” His husky voice send chills through all your body, hitting your core and you couldn’t help but to imagine that voice at your ear as he bit your neck, moving in synchrony with you.

“Earth to Y/N.” Ungluing your eyes from his, you got up and handed the tablet to Bucky, so he could have his talk with Steve. You would always leave them alone not wanting to invade the privacy that Bucky needed, and he would always appreciate that.

Watching you make your way to god knows where, he saw you disappear, knowing that he wouldn’t find you for the next hours until before dinner, where you would try to do something, he would be giving you glances over his shoulder from the couch, watching you swing your hips to the music playing.

“Buck, you’re still with me, pal?”

“So here is where you disappear every evening?” Popping your head out of the water and gasping for air, you looked at Bucky, he was standing next to the door as you swam to the edge of the pool “I didn’t knew that Stark had a pool in here.”

“No one knows, I think that even Tony forgot about this place.” You looked at him with curiosity before patting the edge, indicating him to sit next to you.

In hesitating steps, he crouched at your side, trying to keep his eyes off of your cleavage.

Suddenly, you were aware of your scars, sinking more your body into the water, you waited for him to raise the legs of his pants and put them on the pool.

“How did you find me? Better, why did you want to find me?” Cocking your head to one side, you watched him breath heavily, looking at your shoulders and back to your eyes. Giggling, you raised one hand to stroke one of the scars “Ugly, right?”

“No.” Snapping your eyes back to him, you watched him extend one hand, inviting you to get closer, but you couldn’t. Not when you were feeling so exposed in front of him. “Please.”

You bit your lip as you was gently pulled to the edge, quickly drowning more, trying to hide as much of skin as you could.

“You didn’t answered my questions.” His eyes were glued on the water, noticing your discomfort.

“I just… Steve… I wanted to spend some time with you. I want to know you… The real you. I know you been having nightmares.”

“What do you want to know?” Ignoring his last statement, you looked at his face, watching a grin grow on his sweet lips

“How do your power work? I know you can’t just… lift things.”

“Well… Remember the movies of Star Wars? We watched them a while ago.” Waiting for him to nod, you sighed lifting one hand and moving it around “It’s like The Force, but not exactly. It is… Material. I can feel things. Energy. The air. The oxygen. The dust… You… Everything.” He gulped, watching you make smooth movements with your hand, and he felt it. The air getting thicker, his body getting light, as he weighted as much as a feather. “There is more. However, I don’t know it… Yet. Besides, of course, all the serums and… things I don’t remember that they tested on me.”

“So you’re a telepath?”

“No. Wanda is a telepath; she can hear thoughts and shit. I can control everything. I can make all of the oxygen of earth vanish in one wink. I can end with gravity. I can create a hole on the ground that might bring all the nuclear lava into here.” It didn’t sound like you were boasting. It sounded as if you were blaming yourself “If I can do this to the earth. Can you imagine what I can do to a human body? Hell, I could make all of your bones melt and crack with a single flicker of a finger… I’m a freak.”

“No you’re not.”

“You don’t know me that well, Bucky.” You didn’t know where that came from and neither you wanted for it to sound soo cold, it wasn’t a thing you would do. Talk about your powers and what turned you into who you were.

“I know you enough to know you would never do these things. You were the one to say that whatever you made… You didn’t you wanted to do and neither had a choice.”

Again, don’t you use my own words against me.” He chuckled with your mumble, finally looking into your eyes, you had noticed before, but his smile was finally reaching his eyes, and you loved that.

“I can’t help it, Doll. You make incredibly life-changing speeches.” You kept your eyes on him, seeing him swing his feet on the water, watching it shine on the lights.

“Hey… Why don’t you… Come in? The water is warm.” Snapping his eyes back to you, you saw surprise and fear. And that made you laugh. “Come on, Soldier. I won’t bite.” Swimming back with a dirty grin playing on your lips “Unless you ask me to.”

 “You are one teasing little thing, aren’t you?” The bubbling laugh escaped before you could control it, biting your lip, you watched him hesitantly get up, taking of his shirt in that sexy way that only men do.

Yeah you had seen his muscles before, when his shirt would be sticking on his body because of the sweat. But you didn’t see it in full colors, neither how the metal arm was connected to his body.

He was next to you before you even notice, his wet hair flipped behind, those incredibly blue eyes flickering at your figure.

“Ugly, right?” Bucky whispered, mirroring your words as you stroke the reddish, burned flesh with your fingertips. You could see other scars, some of them being incredibly alike yours.

“No.” Your hand raised to his neck, sliding your fingers through his dark colored hair, hearing him purr in exchange. “Aren’t you scared of me? Even after you finding about… About what I am?” Looking straight into his eyes, you felt all of the fear leave your body like a wave, he had sincere eyes, looked a lot like Steve’s, but they had this… “something else” that you couldn’t explain.

“No. And you? Aren’t you scared of me?”

“Never.” His hands brought you closer to him, and even on the water, you could feel his heat; The heavy breath… You could feel him as a whole, and you didn’t need to be a telepath to know what he wanted. So you kissed him.

You kissed him like the world was ending and you only had one last minute before everything went down.

And happily, he seemed as thirsty as you. His hand tighten on your waist, and you could feel all of his body pressed against yours.

You had dates with some IT guys before, you kissed, even “made the deed”. But that… That was different.

It was like all of your cells were shaking, changing you, and making you bubble and feel.

When the air became necessaire, you touched his forehead with yours, eyes still closed as you sighed in relief

“Wow” The bubbly laugh came out with his whisper, and stroking his stubble with your thumb “What? Did I lost my kissing skills?” Laughing harder, you denied with your head, finally opening your eyes and biting his lower lip, pulling as you heard him moan

“You, definitely, didn’t lose your skills, James. I was just wondering how much Bruce won on the pool.”

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Be More Chill Senior Year, Blue Balls

“Hey Jer, you sure you’re alright? You looked like shit at therapy today.” Michael coughed over the phone as Jeremy struggled with him Pre-Calc homework.
“Yeah I’m fine just feeling crappy lately, might be coming down with something.”
“Ew, you better not I have to fake kiss you during rehearsal and don’t need your germs.”
Jeremy felt himself get flustered at the thought of even fake kissing Michael. Unzipping his pants he was surprised by his right hand letting go of the phone and forcibly moving his left.
‘How many times do I have to tell you, no masturbation.’
“Jer? Hey you still there?” Picking up his phone Jeremy groaned.
“Yeah, sorry just bumped into something.”
“Nah man it’s okay. I have to go anyway my dad’s shouting about something, see you tomorrow.”
“Bye!” The line went dead as the SQUIP used Jeremy’s left leg to kick the chair out from under him making Jeremy fall flat on his face. “Ow! What was that for?”
‘Now that I have some of my power back I’m going to try and make sure you don’t do anything too stupid. We are going to get up together on the count of three and go down to Spencer’s.’
‘What do you need from Spencer’s?’
'Mountain Dew Voltage, Jeremy now that we’re tied together we need the same things. The reason you’ve been feeling so shitty lately is because of the failed merge. If we don’t get that drink you’ll only get worse.’
“This seems like something you should have mentioned a few nights ago.”
'I didn’t expect the effects to be anywhere near what they are. Now go get a decent jacket that doesn’t make you look a pre-pubescent forty year old man.’

Cruising and Crushing

Summary Request:Dean has a huge crush on the reader but keeps it hidden until the reader has a date so he and Cas follow her and hear the date insulting her size and Dean comes unglued. All fluffy and funny. Pleeease. 

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

Content: Angst and Fluff at the End

Word Count: 1372

A/N: I couldn’t just write straight fluff for this. Sorry!

Originally posted by theccaroline

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Birthright (Reaper x Reader / Widowmaker x Reader)

(So Sorry it took me this long to work on it for you Anon, been a tough time personally but that makes no excuse for what I have done!!! I hope you forgive me and I hope this up to your standards! ^_^ Mod Firefly)

(Y/N) - Your Name

(Y/A) -Your Age

(Y/M/N) - Your Mother’s Name


They were as moody as he was so this should be fun to explain to them. He knew that they were expecting him to return with the Doomfist gauntlet as it did belong to their father but when they will discover that he had returned empty handed, it is going to be as worse than the time they were hit on by a Talon agent. They left that agent to bleed to death until the medical team found them. resulting in him having to have that idiot transferred to save his sorry butt from their rage.

“Gabe!” They screamed from behind him and he just knew that he was about to get the most pitiful expression in the world. “Gabriel, I saw Amelie walk in but she didn’t greet me but I know you will. How was the heist at the museum? Did you get the gauntlet?” They asked as he sighed and prepared himself for their fury. “No (Y/N), we didn’t get the gauntlet because of the stupid British brat and that overgrown monkey.” He said and it was at that moment, they switched from excitement to rage.

“What do you mean you didn’t get it?! Reyes, that is my birthright, i deserve to have it, not that stupid museum! It was my father’s and I want it back!” They shouted and instead of what the others felt when they blew up, he blew up right back. “Oh, get off my back before I pump so much lead into you, you will be known as the person with living lead and not the child of Doomfist!” He screamed back and for a second, he saw an emotion that never really shows in them; fear.

“Gabriel, I just want my birthright back…I am tired of waiting, I have been waiting for (Y/A) to have my father’s weapon. I am not strong, fast, smart or anywhere close to perfect like the others so I just want something that can make me better.” They said in a small voice and he knew at that moment, their rage was a mask to cover their fear. He shook his head and put his hand on their head. “You really annoy me when you put yourself down, you know that. You are smarter than most of the agent here, you are quick at your own pace and I had to transfer an idiot because you beat them to a bloody pulp for catcalling you.” He says as he make them look at his masked face.

“Don’t worry, we just had a minor setback and were not calculated enough this time but I will promise you this, even if I have to make all the loose ends vanish, I will get that damned gauntlet, I hate losing and I will not fail this mission again, do you understand me?” He growls as they nod and for once in his life, he saw something that was rarely seen in their eyes; passion and understanding.


Her everything hurt and to make matters worse, she had part of her scope on her sniper destroyed by that damned gauntlet that she was sent to retrieve for the youngest member of Talon, (Y/N). They were the child of Doomfist and that gauntlet was their birthright and yet, she returned empty handed and was going to face the risk of seeing them upset.

Normally, they were emotionless and cold like she was but when it was discovered that her father’s prize weapon was on display at the Overwatch Museum, she and Reaper were personally asked to go retrieve it for them and because Reaper was out for revenge more than the success of the mission, they agreed.

She sighed as both her and Reaper walked through the door but was not greeted by them as they usually were by them, making her worry. Did they hear that the mission was a failure and were off trying to do something stupid, surely not. “I have to go report to central command, you go to the medical bay.” Reaper scowled under his mask, remembering how Amelie took the full force of the gauntlet to her body the moment that stupid child put it on, striking her down.

“I am fine, I need my scope fixed though.” She tries to argue but before he could respond, they see the innocent face of them. It’s hard to believe that Doomfist and (Y/M/N) could make something so dangerous yet innocent at the same time. “Reyes, Lacroix…are you both ok?” They ask and she could see that they were more worried about how the physical outcome was rather than the just rewards they were waiting for.

“Yeah, I am fine but Widowmaker got hurt by the gauntlet and is refusing to go to the medical bay, she is more worried about her sniper.” Reaper replies before walking to the hall were the main office was. She silently cursed him and wished he would drop dead before she felt them grab her hand. “Come on, I will patch you up myself then I will personally fix your Sniper while you rest.” They encouraged as she could see the worry in their eyes. She would not resist this time.

“Fine” she replied as they lead her to the medical bay and told her to sit before starting to bandage the few cuts on her arm. “I guess you can tell the mission was rather unsuccessful?” She asked as they nodded but smiled gently at her. “I heard and it’s ok, I understand that you were lead into a trap yourself. I know you will get them next time.” They smiled as she remembered the words she always say. “That’s right, because the spider always get her prey.”

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zuni21798  asked:

Hi! I absolutely love your stories! You do such a great job! I was wondering if you could do 14, 28, 29, 32, and 33? Thanks so much! 😊

Hey there! Thank you so much for your kind words. :) Here you are!

14. “Oh my God, you’re in love with her.”
28. “You’re the only thing that makes this bearable.”
29. “This hurts like a bullet.”
32. “If we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.”
33. “Nothing is that important.”

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YGO VRAINS fic: hurricane season

Synopsis: There’s a new enemy on the horizon, but Yusaku no longer has to fight alone. This… has its downsides. Namely the fact his friends are more interested in bantering than helping.

Notes: I have no excuse for this. I just can’t wait until they get to the friendship stage. Think of all the humorous team-ups, it’ll be great. Revolver is there because lets be honest, he’s probably going to get a redemption arc. 


The last remnants of the storm are still swirling when Yusaku emerges from the cyclone, pieces of data streaming past him. It’s only code, a mess of zeros and ones, but the blocky and clear edges look enough like glass it takes effort to keep from flinching. His board is shaky beneath his feet; the latest storm is one of the strongest he’s passed through, and the effort of surviving in those raging winds took more that Yusaku had to give. It is skill and sheer will that keep him balanced on the board, and as he transitions back to the main river of the Data Storm, he finds his hands are shaking.

As always, exiting the cyclone leaves him breathless, and his opponent notices—laughs, too, that sort of loud cackling laughter that Ignis says belongs to “one of these weird American Disney villains” rather than an actual person.

“Look at you shiver, boy! Finally realizing you’re out of your depth?”

Yusaku kind of wants to sneer at that, but the sad thing is, it’s not wrong. His opponent is stronger than expected for sure—Yusaku wouldn’t have risked such a volatile storm otherwise. It’s a shame, too, because he can’t remember the other duelist’s name, and he’s losing to the guy. Talk about embarrassing.

He’s saved from having to respond by a sharp crack of a whip, and holds out a hand gratefully. Blue Angel’s rope of pure blue energy wraps tight around his waist and yanks him through the air. His board slams down onto another stream, the data storm kicking up a multitude of colors in his wake. Her own board skates alongside his, and her face is flushed with exhaustion even as a glowing smile curls her lips.

“Having some trouble, Playmaker?”

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anonymous asked:

Feysand 35. But when feyre is in the spring court (ACOTAR 3) and she is still pretending to love tamlin while ryhs is just waiting to jump in and save her. Ya Ik this is weird😂

I know this might not be what you were going for but I still hope you like it. (It’s very long, hence the cut. This is what happens when I try to do short drabbles)

35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

Slowly, like the time was moving differently, another drop of blood fell to the floor. It joined a steadily growing pool of red on the white marble floor.

“Now!” His voice thundered through the silence like a fist through glass, shattering it with viciousness and despair that once had been love. Maybe still was. Maybe that was the problem.

Without moving from her place on the ground, Feyre’s eyes slowly slid up. She felt the next drop of blood falling from her nose more than she saw it as her eyes found his. The face of the male in front of her was the same mixture of rage and despair as his voice, his lips were curled back in a snarl. She could tell it wouldn’t take much for him to shift. It was nothing short of a miracle he hadn’t already. Hadn’t torn those vicious claws into her flesh. His whole body screamed violence. For once, he wasn’t apologising for losing his temper. It was the first time he’d ever had lain hand on her. It would be the last time. She’d make sure of it. 

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My favorite Jon x Sansa fics with littlefinger

Because that is our favorite prompt! I have left out some of the darker Jonsa fics with LF. They are some of the best but they also make my heart hurt. And this is a happy list where only creepyfinger suffers.

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I need Littlefinger to tease Jon about his inappropriate feelings for his ‘sister’. I need LF to panic as he sees how close Jon and Sansa are. I need LF to dwell in despair because Jon is so much like Ned and Sansa so much like Cat and it’s history repeating for him all over again. I need LF to try something stupid. And I need Jon to punch him in the face. Basically I need LF to suffer. Yes, that would be nice.  -wendynerdwrites

Littlefinger sneaks into Jon’s room to find incriminating evidence to use against him, but has to hide in a closet when Jon returns early to bed an unknown woman. He is horrified when he finally recognizes the woman.- wendynerdwrites

Petyr sees how much Sansa adores Jon and plots to get rid of him, not wanting to lose her to another Stark. It doesn’t end well for him. - wendynerdwrites

Littlefinger realizing Sansa is in love with Jon and he will never have her (littlefinger watches Jon and Sansa have sex) - jonsaprompts

Hadn’t she seen? -madmajwithabox

Jealous Jon - mattysigh

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Winter kept us warm

Underneath your family tree


With Fire and Blood

Whores and Traitors

A stolen night


Jealous (Theo Raeken Smut)

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg

Request: Can you do a Theo imagine? Like where the reader is hanging out with Scott and he gets jealous and fucks you till you can’t walk(rough af please)

 A/n: yaaaaas!! Request more smut guys. 

 Theo is the kind of guy that hates everything and everyone expect the person he cared for or the thing, or person in this case, he is possessive over. To be completely honest, it was a huge turn on for you.

 I was sitting in my room staring down at my book with Theo who’s sitting on the floor with a book in his lap. I looked at him and he was biting his lip, concentrating on the book. The way he was licking and biting his lip was making me imagine things that aren’t very appropriate.

 “Take a picture, it last longer.” Theo said from his spot and i could feel myself get red from embarrassment. I shook my head as he burst out in laughter.

 “Can’t help it that you’re hot.” I replied and he looked at me, giving me his famous smirk before standing up and making his way towards me. He stood infront of me and kept staring, before i could ask him what he’s doing. He smashed his lips onto mine and it took me by surprise. Our lips moved in sync and it was passionate yet filled with lust.

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pale-silver-comb replied to your post “Life fact: going to the gym when you’ve had shortness of breath all…”

AU where Stiles is you and Derek is the judgy gym dude.


Stiles would be the first person to tell you that he isn’t in the best shape of his life. The best shape of his life was when he was 21 and played division 1 lacrosse at Berkley. Now he’s a 28 year old guy who stands at the front of a classroom most of the day and drinks a few beers on the weekends. He’s not in bad shape, it’s just not great.

Which is why he joined a gym when he moved back to Beacon Hills and started teaching full time. He may have joined Hale Fitness because he wanted to see if Derek Hale had grown up as well as everyone said, but mostly it was about keeping in shape, or at least that’s the lie he told himself.

“I wouldn’t go to the gym today Stiles,” Scott said. He had called Stiles at 3:35 because he knew that was when Stiles headed over to Hale Fitness for his daily run. “The forest fires are getting worse and the air quality is dropping.”

“Don’t worry about me buddy,” Stiles said, putting the Jeep in gear and pulling out of the high school, “I have great lungs, I’ll be fine.”

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Axestrid, a how to train your dragon fanfic | FanFiction
One day on Berk, Astrid comes to the forge to get her axe fixed. Hiccup, to bashful to speak to her, watches and notices how much she loves her weapon. So he creates a nickname for her. But what will happen when Hiccup slips up and Astrid finds out what exactly he's been calling her? A one-shot. By animalsarepeopletoo.

Hey… animalarepeopletoo signing in.

So, I found this one-shot I wrote a little while ago, and decided you guys might like it. There’s baby Hiccstrid, after all… :-)


Hiccup peeked around the corner of the shelf, holding his breath.

She was right there.

Astrid Hofferson, the toughest female Viking of this generation, was standing in his shop. Right there. She was only fourteen, but already a legend. Well, to him anyways. Fierce, brave, a true Viking… Hiccup’s dream girl.

Why couldn’t he stop staring?

“Hello?” Astrid called from up front. She had just walked in the forge. She looked bored. Which only made her ten times cooler. “Helloooooo?”

“Oh! Hello, Astrid!” Gobber greeted, coming from a weapons rack in the back room. “Didn’t see yeh there. How'eve you been doin’, lass?”

Astrid shrugged. “Fine, I guess.” She then held up an axe Hiccup hadn’t realized she had been holding. “I can here to get my axe fixed up.”

The blade of the weapon was a little chipped and had a jagged crack running through it. Having worked in the forge for ten years, everything wrong with it rolled through Hiccup’s mind. The problem. The solution. Fixing it. Giving it back to Astrid… her face swelling with pride in him… her grateful look… Astrid’s-

“Hiccup!” Gobber bellowed. “Hiccup, yeh’re friend is here!”

Hiccup ducked back behind the corner, face tight in panic. Oh, no, oh, no, what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t go out there and talk. Now that would be a disaster… Oh, Thor-

“Ah, there you are, laddie!” said Gobber cheerfully, yanking him from his hiding spot. Hiccup gulped, and Gobber lowered his voice. “It’s yeh girlfriend…,” he chuckled.

Hiccup shook his head back and forth before being dragged out to where Astrid could see him. “No, Gobber!” he hissed, trying to fight back, but it was like trying to do something useful. Impossible. “I can’t go out there- not with Astrid-”

“Here he is!” Gobber interrupted, plopping Hiccup out in front of Astrid. “Little thing was back there makin’ somethin’ very interestin’. Hiccup!” He grinned at his apprentice. “Why don’t yeh tell Astrid all about it?”

“No, I-I couldn’t- Go-Gobber, um-”

Astrid shifted, looking mildly curious. “You make stuff?”

Hiccup nearly fainted. Astrid Hofferson was talking to him. And she wasn’t yelling about him spilling her catch of fish or muttering about how stupid whatever he had done was. She had actually said something that wasn’t an insult!

“Well, I- um- sorta- kinda-” he tried, but couldn’t form his words correctly. Blood rushed to his face. What to say, what to say…

Gobber placed a hand on Hiccup’s shoulder. “Oh, yeah, he makes all sorts a’ stuff! Like… the thingamajumper, and the… whatsitflinger.” He chuckled nervously. “Great stuff.”

Astrid’s brows lowered. “Yeah. Well, about my axe. Those muttonheads Ruffnut and Tuffnut made me mad, so I hit it against a rock.” Hiccup and Gobber both winced, but Astrid’s expression was cool. “I need the blade fixed or replaced.”

Gobber studied it once Astrid handed it over. She watched him handle it with a look like a mother may watch a person holding her child. Wow, Hiccup realized. She really loves her axe. Sure, he had seen her stomping around with it. Polishing it. Swinging it. But Vikings took good care of their weapons. After all, they were practically your only defense in battle. But Astrid seemed to actually care about her axe.

The blacksmith ran a finger over the fracture in the blade. “Well, with this kinda stuff, you’ll probably need it replaced. It’s in good shape overall, though. I s'pect you clean it?”

Astrid nodded. “Every day.”

“Wonderful. Alright, well, if yeh leave it here, yeh can probably have it fixed and ready within a couple a’ days. Mebbe four. Depends on how far down the list yeh are.”

“But what if there’s another dragon raid?” Astrid crossed her arms, her bangs falling into her eyes. Hiccup watched her in awe that she luckily didn’t notice. “If my axe is here, then I won’t have a weapon.”

Gobber gestured to the rows and rows of Viking armory and weapons he and Hiccup had spent days forging. “Look around, Astrid. Take whatever one yeh want until your axe is done- and try not to ruin another blade.”

Astrid allowed a tiny smile and walked over to check out the weapons.

Gobber turned to Hiccup immediately after. “Well?”

“W-well what?”

“Well, do yeh want to fix ‘er axe!” grinned Gobber.

Hiccup shuffled back, wishing he could just disappear. “I don’t know.” Astrid probably thought he was a fool… stuttering… nervous… and he had had the perfect chance to impress her!

“C'mon!” said Gobber in a whisper. “That’s how yeh win the ladies’ hearts!”

“By fixing their broken axes?”

Gobber bobbed his head, his blonde beard swinging back and forth. “Exactly! If that isn’t the most original tale of falling in love on this island, I’m a dragon’s uncle.”

Hiccup was giving into it as he watched Astrid try out different weapons. “You really think that will work?”

“You betcha!”

The apprentice cast one last look over to Astrid. She was holding a mace now, and seemed satisfied with it. He’d have to make his decision soon. “I… alright, I’ll do it, I’ll do it! I know I’m going to regret this… but, okay.”

Gobber ruffled Hiccup’s hair with his real hand, making the boy protest. “I can’t wait to tell Astrid that at yeh’re wedding… can I be the ring bearer? I won’t forget the rings like last time, I promise!”

As Hiccup glared at Gobber’s teasing, Astrid came back over with the mace. “This one,” she decided. “I’ve always wanted to try one. But I wouldn’t trade my axe for anything.”

“Alright, then!” Gobber gestured to Hiccup. “Well, Hiccup here has just offered to fix yer axe for yeh! And it’s good he did, it’s more like he’s runnin’ the forge… he’s so great… and… well, great!” Hiccup motioned to him to say he was over-doing it.

Astrid looked over Hiccup with a skeptical countenance. “You sure you can handle it?”

What, fixing the axe? Fixing it would be the easiest part. He could do that in just a few days. But returning it to Astrid… that, he wasn’t quite sure he could manage.

He tried, anyways. “Erm- yep. I’ll fix it I-I can fix it right up very quickly. D-d-don’t- d-d-d-don’t worry.”

He felt relieved that he had managed three sentences. Well, more like one and a half; two were so small.

“Good,” she said carefully, then leaned in and spoke in a whisper. “And if you mess it up, I swear the last thing you’ll ever see is my new mace flying towards your head.” She straightened. “Thanks, Gobber.” With a last glare at Hiccup, she turned and left.

“So… no pressure or anything?” the young Viking squeaked.

Gobber chortled. “Nope! Don’t worry, Hiccup. Of course yeh can fix Astrid’s axe.”

Hiccup frowned, scratching his head. “Wait, what did you just say?”

“I said of course yeh can fix Astrid’s axe.”

There it was again. With Gobber’s accent and the weapon name right next to Astrid’s, it was almost like he was calling her 'Axestrid’. Hmm… Axestrid… Astrid loved and used her axe so much, it was almost like a part of her. Axestrid… Hiccup liked that.

“Well,” Hiccup sighed, “I’d better get started. I’ll postpone my others projects and orders. Don’t want Axestrid thinking I’m slacking off.”

Before he could make it out of the room, he heard Gobber laugh.

“Axestrid?” the blacksmith mumbled. “Gods, that boy has an active imagination… Axestrid… heheh…”

And as Hiccup started to work, he smiled.


The axe was done.

It had been two days since Astrid had came in the forge and two days since he had started working on it. It’s impressive, Hiccup thought, unable to stop himself, that I’ve replaced the blade of an axe and gave it the standard cleaning treatment in a mere two days, when it usually takes three or four. He couldn’t keep back an elated smile. Astrid will be so impressed.

Astrid- or Axestrid as Hiccup now called her in his mind- had visited the forge twice a day wondering if her axe was done. It was surprising that she had nothing better to do. But, apparently, she spent most of her time doing target practice with her axe on now unfortunate-looking trees. She needed her regular weapon to continue doing that.

“Hiccup? Yeh still here?” Hiccup heard Gobber limp over to him. “Thor, Hiccup, yeh’ve been workin’ all day, and it’s nightfall now. Yeh should go home.”

Hiccup nodded. “Oh, I will. Soon enough. But, Gobber, look.” With obvious difficulty, he picked up the axe from the table, sagging with its weight. “I’ve finished.”

Gobber looked surprised. “Already?”


The Viking’s eyebrows raised. “That’s very impressive, Hiccup. It’s only been wha’, three days?”

“Two,” Hiccup corrected, setting the axe back down on the table. His arms were already tired.

“Two,” Gobber amended. “So, are yeh gonna wait till Astrid shows up tomorrow, or bring it to her tonight?”

Hiccup became nervous. “Well, I… I don’t know… you’re the one who suggested I fix Axestrid’s axe.” A chuckle from Gobber at the name. “Now, what?”

Gobber patted the axe. “I’d say yeh should bring it to 'er. Shows that you’re a gentleman, I think.”

“But I don’t want to seem like a gentleman,” said Hiccup miserably. “I want to be a Viking.”

“All the same,” Gobber assured. “Go on. She doesn’t live too far from here. I’ll tell Stoick not to worry that you haven’t come home yet.”

Hiccup looked down. “My father wouldn’t even notice.”

“Sure he would.”

The apprentice glanced up with a dubious expression. “You really think that?”

Gobber’s smile faded. “Well… eventually.”

Hiccup sighed. “Alright, I think I’m going to bring the axe to Astrid now. Maybe she’ll think I’m strong and capable for doing that!”

“Whatever yeh need to tell yourself.” Gobber ruffled Hiccup’s hair, and Hiccup yelped, pushing him away. “Go on, then. Go return it to- Axestrid.” He chortled as he walked out of the room.

Hiccup took the axe in his arms.

“You’ve been waiting for this your entire life, Hiccup,” he told himself. “Like Astrid said: don’t mess it up.”

With another heaving sigh, he left the forge.


Hiccup knocked on the Hofferson’s door and nearly dropped Astrid’s axe in the process. “Um, hello?”

A Viking woman- most likely Mrs. Hofferson- opened the door. At first, she seemed jolly, but when she looked down and saw Hiccup’s narrow figure, she scowled.

“What do you want?” she barked.

Anxiousness clouded any thoughts of speaking clearly. “W-well, I- um- I- your daughter’s axe… it’s ready…” He showed her the weapon, cursing himself for stuttering.

Mrs. Hofferson scrutinized it. “I’m surprised you can carry it,” she remarked.

Me too, thought Hiccup.

“Well…” She removed herself from the doorframe. “Come on in. And be quick about it, we haven’t got all night!”

Hiccup scurried inside at the woman’s command. He stood quietly by the door while Mrs. Hofferson turned and bellowed, “ASTRID! YOUR AXE IS READY! GOBBER’S APPRENTICE IS HERE!”

She was responded by a yell with equal force. “FINE! I’M COMING!”

Soon enough, he heard a door slam and footsteps thud their way down the hall. Hiccup awaited nervously.

Astrid appeared, looking annoyed. But her expression lightened when she saw her axe in Hiccup’s hands.

“I’ll leave you two alone, then,” said Mrs. Hofferson, and she stalked off, leaving the two teenagers by themselves.

“Um- I fixed your axe,” Hiccup tried. Yes, I barely stuttered that time!

“Well, that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” Astrid shot.

Oh. Um…

At Hiccup’s wounded expression, she tried to soften her face a little. “Well… thanks. Can I see it?”

Hiccup handed the girl her axe, and she took it carefully. He refrained from smiling as Astrid started moving it around and testing its weight out. He was beyond relieved when she seemed content with it.

“It’s better,” she said.

“What?” Hiccup had been to busy staring at her to listen.

Astrid rolled her eyes. “The axe. It was sometimes a little too light before. But now, it’s balanced correctly.”

Hiccup flushed with her attention. “O-oh, well, it-it isn’t that hard. You j-just have to-”

“Hiccup,” she exasperated, looking pained. “What I’m trying to say is thank you.”


Had the fierce Astrid Hofferson actually said thanks?

It was all Hiccup could do not to pass out right then and there. “Oh. Um. You’re welcome, Axestrid.”

He realized his mistake all too late. Astrid’s face seemed to fall into anger in slow motion. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, and hissed, “What did you call me?”

Hiccup recoiled. He had only dreamed of Astrid coming this close. But for this particular reason, he would’ve rather stayed hiding in the forge.

“A-Astrid, of c-c-course.”

Astrid didn’t buy it one bit.

“I don’t think you did,” she spat. “It sounded more like… Axestrid.”

Oh, gods. He had been found out. And he knew that Astrid would never back down from the argument. She had heard what he had said, and there was no changing that.

Hiccup sighed. “I- um- could you let me go first?”

Astrid’s grip had become concerningly tight in the last couple of seconds. Now, however, she released him, using her death glare to make him swallow.

“I- well- I did call you Axestrid,” Hiccup admitted.

Her glower harshened.

“But I d-didn’t mean it as an in-insult!” he said. “Just, y-you’re really good with t-the axe, and you u-use it a lot, so I j-just thought… I thought…” He let out an unmanly whimper. “Sorry, A-Astrid.”

The girl frowned, staring at him with some wariness.

She’s going to kill me, Hiccup realized.

But she didn’t hit him with her axe. Instead, she blew a bang from her eye. “Axestrid,” she repeated, making Hiccup flinch. But she didn’t seem as hostile as before. “That’s kind of clever.”

Hiccup couldn’t believe his ears. After he had supposedly insulted Astrid, she was calling him clever? “Um- well- thanks.”

Astrid ignored him. “Axestrid… hmm. I sort of like that. A name to strike fear the hearts of my enemies.” She hefted her axe in emphasis.

“Ahh,” said Hiccup, pretending to be scared. He was beyond surprised when Astrid smiled.

“You know,” she said, “You can be funny. Sometimes.”

Hiccup’s heart fluttered. “Thank you… Axestrid.”

Astrid’s smile disappeared. “Just because I like it doesn’t mean that you get to call me that. Now, I’d get out of here before I change my mind and decide smack you after all.”

Hiccup gulped, knowing it was true. “Okay… er… well… g-good night.”

As Hiccup ran out into the darkness, he could’ve sworn he heard Astrid’s voice quietly say, “Good night, Hiccup.”