i avoided cursing did you see that

“what are you doing here?” Scorpius asked, panic and astonishment clear in his eyes.

“I could ask you the same question, you know.” Albus turned around to close the door behind him.

Scorpius couldn’t believe this, the person he least wanted to see at the moment  ( in fact, he had spent the whole day avoiding him) had him alone in a room.

Albus turned to face Scorpius “you have been avoiding me.” he said, his face was impossible to read. “what are you doing in the room of requirements?”

Scorpius picked up the old book that he had dropped just moments ago when Albus had walked in unexpectedly, he hadn’t been reading it anyway. The room of requirements had turned into a cosy little room with a couch and a bookshelf for Scorpius, he had asked for a quiet place to think, and he wasn’t complaining at all.

“I was just…” Scorpius looked up to meet Albus’ eyes. He loved Albus’ eyes, they were the most beautiful shade of green Scorpius had ever seen, Scorpius felt blood rush to his cheeks and looked away quickly. “I was uh, just looking for some books?” Scorpius said, laughing nervously.

“Don’t lie to me Scor, I’m your best friend, you think I don’t know when you’re lying? Also, you’re a terrible liar.” Albus looked concerned now, he ran his hand through his dark hair, making it messier still, Scorpius tried hard not to stare but he just couldn’t look away, he was finally catching up to what Rose was saying to him earlier, he had never been just friends with Albus Potter.

Albus took a step towards Scorpius “You have been ignoring me since you got back from that date with Rose, you didn’t even tell me how it went! I tried talking to Rose but she just won’t stop giggling!  I take it the date went well then…” Albus looked angry (and was that a hint of hurt in his eyes?). Scorpius didn’t know what to say and he knew he couldn’t keep secrets for long so he ended up telling  Albus the truth “I needed to get away from you.” he sad. Scorpius was quite sure Albus looked hurt now, with horror he realised how stupid his choice of words had been. “wait no! That’s not what I meant! I just needed some time to think because Rose just told me you like me and that she had finally agreed to go on a date with me just  to prove a point. She thinks I’m in love with you.” Scorpius got the whole thing out in a single breath and was sure his cheeks were a bright scarlet.

“What…” Albus looked confused for a moment while Scorpius desperately tried to make sense with his words, his hands were shaking violently so he shoved them into his pockets.

Albus’ eyes widened as he finally understood what Scorpius meant… he was pretty sure his cheeks had turned pink , but Scorpius being Scorpius was lost in his own words, his hands were out of his pockets and he was still trying to explain what he meant to all the furniture in the room, with hand gestures and all, he was completely unaware of Albus taking another step towards him.  Such an idiot,  Albus thought to himself, smiling. “-and um, that’s why I think Rose was probably right, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship because you don’t really seem to…but I uh, I  think I might just…why, I mean tha-”

Albus kissed him, partly to shut him up but most of all because he had been in love with the idiot since 3rd year, he couldn’t believe how blind Scorpius was.

Scorpius was was startled as he felt Albus’ lips on his…once he was over the shock he kissed him back, his eyes fluttered shut. Albus’ lips were  way softer than Scorpius had imagined. And as Albus twined his fingers into Scorpius hair he could swear he felt butterflies in his stomach (he couldn’t believe this was actually happening, he had only read about  stuff like this in novels). Scorpius didn’t exactly know what to do with his hands so wrapped them around Albus’ waist, pulling him closer, Albus giggled into the kiss and Scorpius felt his heart explode, deep down he knew he had always felt this way about  Albus and he cursed himself for not realising how hopeless in love he was sooner. He could kiss Albus forever.

“You’re an idiot…” Albus said as they finally broke apart, Scorpius rested his forehead on Albus’, for some reason he loved the fact that Albus was shorter than him. “Rose is a genius” Scorpius whispered, his eyes still closed. “She sure is, remind me to thank her.” Albus said pressing a soft kiss to Scorpius’ nose.

Ok here you go, @scorbusly !! So sorry for the delay 😅
@percywinchester27 you asked for this 😅😅

Note: this is the first ever time I’m writing fanfiction…so yeah, it might be really bad😅😅

Valentine’s Day

Note: Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves! I hope you had a better day than I did! this is short and not that great; my writing juice is low! feedback is welcome! .c

Originally posted by sssmcdlove


Valentine’s Day always left the most distasteful flavor in your mouth. You once had someone close to you to spend it with and now, you curse the day in vain because screw love, screw the heartfelt gifts, and screw time wasted on someone who didn’t deserve you. Maybe one day you’ll find someone who does.

You stayed in bed most of the morning so you could avoid seeing the Valentine decorations littering all over the tower. The two lovesick girls and a very head over heels Steve spent all day yesterday, putting them up. They threw foil hearts everywhere, covering the floor, pink and red rose wall decals placed on every inch of the walls.

They even went so far as to hang a rather large baby Cupid from the ceiling in the common room. It made you want to barf. Not to mention, the bedroom doors all except yours and surprisingly Bucky’s, had candy heart decals on them saying some lovesick word or short phrase, only worsening the mood for you.

You used to love this day, spending it with your ex-significant other, showering them with gifts, seeing the love in their eyes. Now, you dreaded the day it came around. You were happy for the couples in the tower, and you were more than thankful they had left to go on their dates. You were alone in the tower, or so you thought.


You grudgingly got out of bed and showered, not bothering to put on nice clothes. You settled for a tank top and leggings, not finding a reason to make yourself look dolled up for another regular day in your book. You made a sound of disgust as you walked through the tower, all the decorations sticking out to you like an eyesore.

You heard faint noise coming from somewhere, sounding like the common room. It was only until you walked into a scene that made your hand fly to your mouth to hold your laughter that you found the source of the grunting. Bucky, who you had no clue was even here, was whacking the hanging baby Cupid with an umbrella, trying to knock it down.

“Mother fu-dammit!” He yelled, barely tipping the end of it’s arrow. It was rather big and high up, even for the tall super soldier. “Fuck it. It’s just you and me, you stupid baby.” Bucky said with a huff, throwing the umbrella to the side. You snorted and he whipped around, his eyes wide. “Shit! I thought I was alone!” Bucky shouted, holding his chest.

You giggled and walked in, crossing your arms. “Chill, old man.” You said, rolling your eyes as he took deep breaths. “You’re not the only one who’s alone. It can be scary, huh?” You added harshly. Bucky shot you a glare and you held your arms up in mock surrender. “What’s got you so mad about today?” You questioned Bucky, pointing at the still swinging Cupid.

Bucky sighed and avoided looking at you until you looked away. “I mean, there’s this girl. I’m too nervous to ask her out or whatever..” Bucky trailed off, his eyes looking at you. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes avert to somewhere else. Your heart sank a tad. “Oh.” You said rather coldly, “I don’t have anyone.” You added sadly.

“So, you don’t have a-” Bucky started, seeing you shaking your head quickly before he could finish his question. “Nope.” You said, popping the p. You sighed and sat in Sam’s chair after tossing the heart shaped pillow to the floor with a grimace. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks tinted red in a cute way. 

You always had a thing for Bucky, but you weren’t sure how to deal with it. You always stayed back, let him do his thing, let him heal from his past. You didn’t want to pressure him or make him feel weird by dumping the small feelings you had on him. You guessed it was too late now. He had his eyes on someone else.

Bucky let out a sigh and sat down on the sofa, his hands resting on his thighs. His hair was in a messy bun, a few shorter layers framing his face. He had a little bit of stubble growing and his usual Henley was unbuttoned all the way, just enough to let your imagination run free. You quickly looked away when Bucky’s head turned in your direction.

He took a deep breath, as if to prepare himself for what he was about to ask you. “Why?” Bucky asked, his hands joining together as he played with his fingers. He did that when he was nervous, you picked up on it a few weeks after he arrived. You looked at Bucky, biting the inside of your cheek. You sighed and your eyes rose to look at the slightly swaying baby Cupid. “Just an ex.” You said quietly.

Bucky nodded after a moment and sat up straighter. “Did it end badly?” Bucky asked softly, you could tell he was scared he’d offend you. You still felt upset about it, but you didn’t hurt like before. It was easier to talk about, just not on this particular day. 

You sighed again, the memories flooding back. You tucked your knees up against your chest and wrapped your arms around them, as if that would help close the gnawing hole in your heart.

With a shrug, you answered his question. “Pretty much. This was our holiday; we got together on this day. And after two years, we broke up on this day.” You said, avoiding Bucky’s sad expression. Bucky sat there, processing what you said. He took in your saddening eyes and your vulnerable position. He stood to his feet and walked over to you, holding his metal hand out to you.

You looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m not gonna let you suffer. Will you be my Valentine, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his blue eyes holding your stare. Your eyebrows relaxed and a small smile formed on your lips. You unfolded from your position and grabbed Bucky’s hand, silently telling him yes. He smiled and pulled you along, confusion settling into your mind.

Bucky pulled you into the elevator and you smiled. “Where are we going?”  You asked, looking up at Bucky. His face was red again and it made your heart swell. “Okay, don’t hate me or anything,” Bucky started as the elevator came to a stop, “But it kind of worked out perfectly.” Bucky finished, pulling you down his hallway. Your eyebrows knitted together again and Bucky stood outside of his closed door.

Bucky sighed and grasped both of your hands. “Okay, I’m very nervous.” Bucky said with a breathy chuckle. You blushed though you were still confused. “Bucky, what’s going on?” You asked as you started to get anxious. Bucky sighed, “Cover your eyes.” You did as told, a small smile tugging at your lips.

You heard Bucky open his door and he pulled you inside slowly. Your nose was suddenly filled with smell of a candle burning, or a couple, it was so strong. But you loved it, it was your favorite scent. 

“Candles?” You asked, with a wider smile. Bucky was behind you with his hands on your hips. “Hey, no peeking!” He said with a whine. “I’m not! It’s just strong.” You said, laughing as he walked you forward some more.

You felt Bucky’s hands leave your waist and you kept your hand over your closed eyes. “Alright,” you heard Bucky say, “I like you. I’ve liked you for a while.” Bucky started, his voice shaking. 

Your mouth fell open a tad and you felt your heart start to race. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and I feel happy every time I get to see you.” Bucky carried on and you could hear the smile in his tone.

Bucky took a deep breath before continuing. “You’re sweet, you’re kind, you can kick anybody’s ass and make it look like the perfect way to die, you’re gentle with me, you helped me realize I’m not just a broken man, but a man who can love and maybe be loved in return.” Bucky whispered the last part and your throat formed a lump as tears threatened to spill from your closed eyes.

You could feel Bucky’s hand grasping your wrist. He gently pulled your hand from your eyes and his metal hand caressed your cheek. “Open, Doll.” Bucky whispered, your eyes doing as he said. You looked up at Bucky and his eyes were watery. You noticed a few candles here and there, and a teddy bear with a heart shaped box of chocolates sitting against it.

A gasp fell from your lips and you walked over to the little gifts. “Bucky.” You whispered, picking up the soft bear and box of chocolates. “If you don’t feel the same way and if it’s too much, given your past, I understand.” Bucky said behind you. “I didn’t know until today.” He added quietly.

You turned to face him again and smiled, laughing through your tears. You speed walked towards Bucky and wrapped your arms around him. He held you tightly and kissed your head. “Bucky, I love you.” You breathed, the words spilling from your mouth like an unsaid prayer.

Bucky smiled and lifted your chin up, looking into your eyes. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say that. I love you, Y/N.” Bucky said, leaning down to press his lips to yours. Maybe Valentine’s Day won’t be so terrible after all.

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Ebony Wings

Castiel x Reader

Part 2: Tidying Up

Summary: You can see Cas’s wings, not knowing that means something special.

Warnings: Brief cursing. Implied sexual content.

Requested by @trinityjadec

A/N: This fic got a little more sexual than I thought… Again. Oh well…

Originally posted by oubliette-of-deduction


“Hey Cas”, you smile, patting the seat next to you. Your angel friend sits next to you, folding his hands in his lap.

His raven black wings follow behind him, folding at an uncomfortable looking angle to avoid wacking you.

You move over courteously and he gives you a funny look. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Uh, no. I wanted to give you more space for your wings”, you say, going back to read your book. Cas looks troubled for a long time before standing up.

“I have some important angel business to attend to”, he lies, flying off to think about what you had meant.

You shrug it off, continuing to read again.

But, as the days pass, you notice Cas becoming more distant to you, causing you to worry immensely. After about the third day, you’ve had enough.

“Cas, what’s going on? Did I upset you?”

His cheeks turn slightly pink. “No”, he mutters out, looking at his feet.

You look at him skeptically. “You’ve been acting strange since I’ve mentioned these”, you reach out to run your fingers through his wings, eliciting a loud moan from the angel in front of you.

You immediately retract your fingers, searching his face for pain. “Shit, sorry, did I hurt you?”

Cas nods ‘no’, gritting his teeth. Your cheeks flush red in realization. 

“Oh”, you murmur, embarrassment covering your face. 

“Y/N?”, Cas asks, his voice lower than usual. You refuse to look at his face, still humiliated at what you just did.

“What?”, you mumble out, still looking at the ground.

Cas lightly pushes your chin up so you can look at him and moves closer to your ear.

“Do it again, please.”

You let out a noise of surprise and look to see if he’s joking. But no, his eyes are glazed over in lust, face completely serious. 

Truth is, you’ve harbored feelings for this angel for a while now, but never acted on them, until now.

Bravely, you graze his wings with your fingers, taking time to admire the softness. He lightly groans out, clutching to your back.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure where to touch next. Letting out a growl, Cas pushes his wing toward your hand, fingers automatically delving in. Cas lets out a satisfied noise as you continue carressing the soft feathers.

Experimentally, you move your hands to the down feathers by where his wings met his back, causing him to let out a low growl. Swiftly, he pulls you back and smashes his lips on yours, and you let out a surprised gasp.

He tastes sweeter than you thought he’d would, and his lips are almost as soft as his feathers. It feels so right, and you can’t help but smile as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Once air is needed again, Cas presses his forehead against your and looks into your eyes, still holding tightly onto your waist.

“Do you know what it means when a human can see an angel’s wings?” he asks, tracing light circles on your hip.

“You mean, not everyone can see your wings?”, you ask, confusion obvious in your tone.

Cas nods ‘no’. “Only special people can see them.” He trails soft kisses down your neck, causing you to shiver.

“Like, what kind of special people?” You try to muffle a moan as he skims your sweet spot.

Cas smirks on your neck, taking his time to move up to your ear and whispers one simple word that spins your heart out of control.

“Soulmates.”

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Jealous// Namjoon

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Requested: Yes

Words: 1,082

Genre: Fluff? i think

Namjoon was over working himself. He stopped eating, sleeping and taking care of himself. He would practice and be in the studio until dawn, and had 2 hours or less, of sleep every night. I tried to talk him into taking better care of his health but he wouldn’t listen. He refused to hear what I had to say and ignored me.

Namjoon was practicing in the built in studio in the apartment we shared. I was in the kitchen cooking some Ramen when a loud crash was heard coming from the direction of that room. Running over there, tripping over my own feet as I did so, I leaned against the door. Curses were heard from the room, as I took a look around to see shattered glass, from one of the mirrors.

“Babe, I think you should take a break.” I told him as I stepped toward him carefully avoiding the glass.

“I’m fine.” He said Bending over heavily breathing from exhaustion.

I started to pick up the shards of glass and he followed in suit, roughly grabbing at the pieces causing his hand to bleed. I quickly took the towel that was on the floor covered from sweat and wrapped his hand.

“You need to be more careful.” I said softly when he suddenly, ripped his hand away from me.

“I think you need to stop telling me what to do.” He replied with annoyance noticeable in his voice.

I tried to keep calm knowing that he was stressed. “Babe, how about we go eat something?”

“How about you leave me alone and let me practice.” He said throwing off the towel in the corner of the room heading to turn on the speaker once again.

“I don’t think it’s healthy to practice too much, Namjoon.” I said worried about his health.

“I don’t think you should be telling me what to do.” He frustratingly ran his hands through his hair.

“Namjoon listen,” I didn’t get to continue my sentence as he turned around and interrupted me.

“No you listen. I need to practice, and go to the studio. No matter what time of day, I don’t need distractions.” He said backing me up into a wall.

“Are you saying I’m a distraction?” I asked offended as I gave him all the space he needed this week.

“Yes, yes you are.” He replied backing up to go turn on the radio again.

“Then leave.” I said as he was being ridiculous.

He just turned around to look at me and didn’t mutter a word. He stared into my eyes for what felt like eternity. He walked out of the door, and not even a minute later, the door slammed shut and tears rolled down my eyes.

                                                                           *************

I was being invited to a comeback party by the boys. I’m sure they didn’t know about the fight that happened between Namjoon and I that happened a few days ago. He hadn’t come home since in which I assumed he stood at the dorm with the others.

I tried putting that all aside of me as I came to support the rest of the boys. I walked towards the entrance of the club calling J-hope, as I pulled my dress down feeling the tight black fabric riding up. No sooner later a happy, smiling Hoseok appeared.

“Y/N you made it!” He said as the bouncer let me through.

“I did.” I laughed quietly, not wanting to actually see Namjoon right now.

As we walked towards the table I noticed all the boys, sitting at a table. The only spot left was next to Namjoon. I awkwardly took a seat next to him trying not to make any eye contact.

After a few drinks, the boys were having aimless conversations between each other. The awkwardness was getting too much for me. I decided I was going to get another drink from the bar, telling Jimin before I left.

I tried to make my way through the bodies dancing against each other. The Dance floor smelt of sweat, and alcohol. I walked by it trying to get to the bar and finally had sat down.

“What would you like?” The bartender asked me.

“Just a coke please.” I said playing with my hands as he went off to go make the requested drink.

A body took a seat next to me and I didn’t bother to take a look at who it was, thinking it was Namjoon. Thank was until and hand started to touch an drub my thigh. I snapped my head to see a man I’ve never seen before. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he was high and intoxicated.

“That’s all you want baby?” He asked me, moving his hands up farther making me swat it off of me.

“I’ll be leaving now, thank you.” I said to the bartender trying to take out money to pay him as he waved it off.

I went to leave when the guy from before grabbed my arm. I tried pulling out of his grasp but, had no luck I turned around. Before I even had time to say anything to him he was being punched in the face. I had to pull the attacker away before he killed the guy.

“Namjoon stop.” I said not feeling up for this, as I lead him out of the bar.

The cold skin nipped at my legs as my dress was short, and riding up my thighs. I tripped over nothing, about to fall to the ground only to have Namjoon catch me like in some chick flick.

“Y/N, I know you’re mad, but I’m sorry.” He said with much care in his voice as he was still holding me.

“Namjoon-”

“Listen I know I screwed up but please Y/N. I was really stressed and you’re not a bad distraction to me.”

“Then how am I a distraction?” I asked ignoring his apology.

“Because you’re so beautiful.  I kept thinking about how much I regret leaving the house a few days ago.” He said looking down, at the ground not meeting my eyes.

“Y/N I love you please.” He begged me after all he got in reply was silence.

“Fine, I forgive you.” I said and he smiled at me leaning in to kiss me.

“But,” I added making him groan. “You have to make it up to me.”

“Tomorrow I’ll take you out for dinner and later we can have a movie marathon with all those stupid movies you like and i never watch.” He said with a sigh not looking forward to the movie portion of the night.

“Deal!” I smiled as he kissed me.