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1. I guess they’re still making these

2. Casper Van Dien’s Rico now looks MGS Venom Snake?

3. Dina Meyer is back as Diz? despite being dead and shot out into space? And her character looks nothing like Diz despite being Diz?

4. That Basil Poledouris soundtrack still give chills after 20 years

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  • Aries: "I'm gonna hit you so hard, it'll make your ancestors dizzy." - Mulan
  • Taurus: "“You said you’d never leave.” - Beauty and the Beast
  • Gemini: "“I wonder if I've been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is 'Who in the world am I?' Ah, that's the great puzzle!”
  • -Alice in Wonderland
  • Cancer: "“Man has always learned from the past. After all, you can’t learn history in reverse!” – Archimedes, The Sword in the Stone
  • Leo: "So this is love, So this is what makes life divine." - Cinderella
  • Virgo: ""Always let your conscience be your guide." - The Blue Fairy (Pinocchio)
  • Libra: "“Ladies do not start fights, but they can finish them.” – The AristoCats
  • Scorpio: ": So you want me to throw her into the asylum, unless she agrees to marry you? Oh that is despicable (Laughs evilly) I LOVE IT!" - Beauty & The Beast
  • Sagittarius: " "You control your destiny - you don't need magic to do it. And there are no magical shortcuts to solving your problems." - Merida (Brave)
  • Capricorn: ""Even miracles take a little time." - Fairy Godmother
  • Aquarius: ""Listen to me. The human world is a mess." - The Little Mermaid
  • Pisces: "You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming? That’s where I’ll always love you… That’s where I’ll be waiting." - Peter Pan
Thoughts on Patroclus

Friendly reminder that Patroclus should not be remember simply as “Achilles’ bitch”.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was a little shit. He had the power, the looks and the skills, and he knew it. Not only he excelled at battle; he did it while taunting his enemies all the fucking time cause he was going to win and he knew it.

Friendly reminder that he was the one guy who got to call out on Achilles, something no one else dared to do. In fact, men went to ask him to call out on Achilles because everyone was scared of him. Except for Patroclus.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus had advanced medical knowledge, something extremly rare at the time. He healed many of his friends and comrades during battle. Hadn’t it been for him, many great warriors would have died.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was loyal to a fault. He was always by Achilles’ side in battle. He never disobeyed Achilles orders. The one time he did, was the time he died.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was kind and had a soft heart. He cried because while Achilles’ Rage lasted, he wouldn’t let any of his men enter battle, Patroclus included. And while Achilles’ troops were hiding in their ships, the rest of the Greek army got crushed. Patroclus felt so powerless and helpless because he couldn’t do nothing as he saw his comrades dying.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus had a character crisis. He had to decide whether obeying his Lord’s commands and abandoning his friends in battle, or going against his Lord’s wishes and engaging fight.

Friendly reminder that he refused to stay behind like a coward. He chose to enter battle, but since he was a honourable man he told Achilles about it. Friendly reminder that he managed to sway Achilles’ Rage. Friendly reminder that he managed to convince Achilles to let their troops rejoin the war, thus returning the victory to the Greeks.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus was flawed. He committed hubris. He got so battle drunk and was so excited by the prospect of finally ending the war, that he disobeyed Achilles’ direct command not to fight near the walls of Troy, and chased the Troyans back to the limits of the city. To the place Achilles had specifically told him not to go because it would be too dangerous. Friendly reminder that this one flaw is his downfall.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus doesn’t go down without giving one hell of a fight. Friendly reminder that Patroclus was so strong that Apollo (the God that protected Troy and Hector [Troy’s heir to the throne]) had to face him and repel him four times. Four times. A god. If that ain’t badass, then I don’t know what could be. In the fourth time, Apollo got inside Patroclus’ head and made him dizzy. Patroclus fell and Apollo removed him from his armour- Achilles’ armour. Patroclus ended up unprotected, vulnerable and dizzy in the middle of the battle field; so a random dude saw the opportunity and stabbed his back with a spear. But was that enough to make him go down? Oh heck no. The pain snapped him out of the dizziness. Patroclus realized he was in a very troublesome situation so he decided to fall back… but at that moment Hector engaged him in battle. And Patroclus wouldn’t retire from a direct combat, oh heck he wouldn’t. Even though he knew this was probably the way he would die, he fought with his all.

Friendly reminder that lacking his armor, tired from battle, with a spear wound on his back and only Achilles’ sword left as weapon, Patroclus faced Hector, Troy’s greatest warrior and didn’t fear.

Friendly reminder that when Hector sheathed his spear in Patroclos’ stomach, Patroclus thought about the love of his life.

Friendly reminder that with his last breath Patroclus smiled at Hector and told him “You are a dead man. This will be your downfall”. Friendly reminder that until his last moment, he was a little shit.

Friendly reminder that Patroclus is a flawed, well-rounded, badass character and that he deserves so much more than his current position as “Achilles’s love interest”.

More Thoughts On Descendants 2

I really wanted to make a list of things I loved and stuff to discuss so here we go:

- Mal and Uma arm wrestling

- We got to watch 2 girls fight using EXCESSIVE AMOUNTS OF MAGIC (literally sea goddess vs. dragon I live for this)

- Teaching Ben to be cool was adorable and I loved it

- Dizzy

- Evie’s plotline of learning to accept her past 

- Jay and Carlos falling asleep on each other

- Mal and Evie singing a romantic duet about missing each other while they’re still in the same room

- The Rotten Four hangout?!?!?!

- SWORD BATTLE!!!!!!

- RAP BATTLE!!!!!!

- DANCE BATTLE!!!!!

- Pirates

- What’s My Name?

- All the songs were jams!

- More dance, yeeeees!

- Evie is successful, you go girl

- Carlos is still a tech genius you go bro

- We all bow to Lonnie, our new captain

- WaTeR DaNcE

- “We’re a family” THIS WHOLE SCENE WITH ‘girl talk’ BUT THIS LINE SPECIFICALLY ALMOST HAD ME CRYING GUYS THEY ARE A FAMILY I LOVE THEM

- “You just gotta look like me” Jay isn’t wrong like hot dang

- Carlos being a dork

- “THIS IS MY ROOM”

8

Boom then crash, the shattering of glass
I dive to the floor, busting my ass
The hell was that
Was all that I say
Then I see the pool of blood
Then I see my mom she’s dead
No emotion in the commotion
I wasn’t even sad, even when I learned the bullet was meant for my dad
Vietnam made pops crazy he was already half-dead
So why couldn’t that’d be him that got shot in the head?
All the news that fits the print
Momma’s death went unreported not a whiff or word or hint
They don’t care about us niggers is how my pops explained it
But I didn’t know I was a nigga till my dad proclaimed it
Six months later my pops is dead too
Drug-related shots fired his skin turned cold blue
On the news that night the President’s wife got a new hair-do
The news guy said “I like it how about you?”
No word about my pops in the Post or on CBS, why was that you ask?
Take a fucking guess
And yeah why is that, that’s what politicians should be asking
But who got time for questions when you all skiing up on Aspen?
Broads get gunshots to the head and all y'all serving us is Asprin
My momma so lovely she’d have made your head spin
Level the playing field and y'all will see who’ll really win
And yeah I got anger
But I don’t let it take me down, my momma taught me better
And she holds me up when I fall down
Rest in peace moms, don’t worry about your son
Some day I’ll make you proud because yeah I am the one.

- Ezekiel (The Get Down).

astrology disney

Aries: “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make your ancestors dizzy.” - Mulan

Taurus: ““You said you’d never leave.” - Beauty and the Beast

Gemini: "“I wonder if I’ve been changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is ‘Who in the world am I?’ Ah, that’s the great puzzle!”
-Alice in Wonderland

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anonymous asked:

hey i saw u reblog the alex x reader au today and if you want to id love to see a sequel to that maybe w scott finding out or like a secret relationship or scott finding out about the secret relationship ;;)))) thanks in advance!!! ps i love ur writing and you you are a goddess among us

Alex Summers + best friend’s older brother au [refer to this drabble]

A/N: okay so like if i’m being realistic with myself the odds of me ever actually writing this out properly: slim to fucking none because this has been sitting in my inbox for months BUT I can provide you with the full out headcanons of how it all came to be in the first place. so. (hey @kurtwxgners@mvximoff@rax-writes@paperclipmac have some alex stuff) (sidenote: karley we should revisit this au sometime bc its a good one [eyes emoji])

nsfwish? almost? idk there’s like? heavy making out at the end? idk?

  • You’ve been best friends with Scott since forever because your parents were friends so it just kind of happened
  • As a result of this, you’ve also been around Alex since forever because you were always at the Summers house
  • You’ve also had a lowkey crush on Alex since you started to think boys maybe weren’t so gross after all
  • It stayed pretty lowkey, till the summer before junior year, but you didn’t make a thing about it because 1) you figured it would make shit weird and 2) you figured out that Alex was planning to go abroad for his senior year so why would you intentionally bring it up when he’s about to leave
  • Alex found an exchange to go on and did his senior year abroad and you went through junior year being Scott’s best friend like nothing had changed because nothing really had changed and not seeing Alex for the year made your crush kind of hibernate
  • Then during the summer after he finished high school and the one right before your senior year, he found a work placement and worked the entire summer, earning money, and you see him like once or twice but mostly he’s living with a new friend Sean a town over
  • You don’t really see him again till he’s home on his first break from college and damn he looks so much better than you remember him looking and your crush is definitely back in full fucking force
  • You don’t know it, but the first time he sees you when he’s back, he’s actually breathless, because you’re older, and more confident and so, so beautiful and he’s pretty sure he must’ve been fucking blind or something, because there’s no way you weren’t gorgeous before if you’re this goddamn stunning now
  • Do you spend a lot more time at Scott’s house now that Alex is back than you would otherwise? Maybe. You’re pretty sure Scott doesn’t notice anything unusual though, and if he does, he definitely doesn’t know why
  • You drove over to the Summer’s house one Friday night to go over some SAT stuff, and a torrential fucking rainstorm comes while you’re there
  • Your mum calls you and tells you that she really doesn’t want you driving in weather as bad as this, and she can come and pick you up, or you can stay there if it’s alright with the Summers’
  • Of course you’d rather stay there, because then you won’t need to come back to pick up the car later, so you tell her not to worry, you’ll stay over
  • Scott just nods when you tell him you’re staying over and just reminds you where the extra sheets and pillows are for the couch before tossing you an old shirt and a pair of sweatpants for you to sleep in
  • You give up on trying to go directly to sleep at about 1am so you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water or something and immediately regret your decision because Alex is in the kitchen in a thin, faded, fraying flannel shirt and sweat pants slung dangerously low on his hips, and his longish hair is yanked back in a messy bun and you feel like a fucking idiot because he looks like he’s just about to go to bed and just looking at him like this makes your knees weak
  • He sees you in one of his old shirts (it used to be his, then it got passed on to Scott, who never wore it, so he basically still thinks of it as his shirt) and some sweats and no makeup and you’re not at all put together or tidy, but he’s positive you’ve never looked better, because if he doesn’t think too hard you look like you just climbed out of his bed and the idea is more than a little dizzying
  • “oh, shit, hey Alex. I-thought the kitchen was-” “empty? I mean it is the middle of the night, that’d be the reasonable assumption.” “Yeah. Well.” “Well.”
  • Neither of you is really sure how you managed to get through the interaction unscathed, but by the end of it, you’re both sitting on the couch watching shitty national geographic re runs and laughing at Alex’s shittier jokes, and each time one of you gets up or leans forwards, or really shifts at all, you both gravitate almost unconsciously towards the other
  • You’re not quite sure just how it happened, but you’re tucked neatly under his arm, leaning into his side, and you’re tipping your head back, laughing at another one of his ridiculous puns, and suddenly he’s kissing you, almost hesitantly, and his lips are soft and warm and you want more, but just as quickly as the kiss began, it’s over
  • “Shit, I’m so sorry-that was-I shouldn’t’ve-” he stammers, and you’ve never seen him look so startled or unsure in your life, but you don’t want him to apologise, you want him to kiss you again, so you reach out to grab the front of his shirt and yank his lips back to yours
  • Alex doesn’t need any more encouragement than that, the arm round your shoulders tightening to pull you in closer to him, his mouth pressing against yours with more force than previously
  • One of your arms comes up to wrap around his neck as you shift closer still, and he pulls away again, breathing hard
  • “Are you sure you-I mean you’re Scott’s best friend-we probably shouldn’t-” he tries again, but you’ve never heard anyone sound less convincing in your life, so you just tilt your head to kiss along the sharp line of his jaw and the tempting column of his throat, feeling immensely satisfied when you feel the hitch in his breath as your lips brush softly over his pulse
  • “I’ll stop if you want me to,” You murmur, punctuating each word with a press of your mouth and he lets out a low, strained chuckle
  • “That’s not fighting fair and you know it, beautiful,” he breathes, and the term of endearment makes your head spin, even as you wind your arms around his neck
  • “Good,” you whisper back before pulling him in to kiss him again, one of your hands sliding into his hair, pushing the hair tie out and tangling in it as it falls out of the bun he had yanked it back into
  • You’re in his lap now, his arms tightly around you, hands gripping your hips, keeping you so close you can feel his heart thudding in his chest, and the kiss is hot and insistent and it makes you a little giddy because yeah, you’ve kissed people before but it’s never felt like this and as his tongue slides against yours, you let out an involuntary gasp, your hand reflexively tugging back on his hair and Alex actually moans into your mouth
  • “Fuck, babygirl, give a guy some warning,” he groans, low and shuddering and muffled by your skin, and you can feel him starting to get a hard on, and knowing he wants you is gratifying and scary and thrilling, and as he bites down lightly on you lower lip, you tentatively reach a hand down to palm him through his sweats
  • The moan he lets out is electrifying, needy and wanting and this is starting to lead into uncharted territory for you but you’ve never wanted anyone more than you want him
  • But then he pulls away from you a little and you freeze up in panic and hurt and confusion, because you’re pretty sure you weren’t misreading the signals, but you don’t say anything you just look away, rubbing uncomfortably at your temples and doing your best not to tear up, because you already feel stupid and you really don’t want to make more of a fool of yourself than you already have
  • Suddenly, one of Alex’s hands is reaching out, cupping your cheek and gently forcing you to look at him. He leans in and kisses you softly, his thumb brushing soothingly across your cheekbone as he draws back, a small, reassuring smile on his lips
  • “I’m sorry, beautiful, I didn’t mean-” he starts, voice gentle. “It’s not that I don’t want to. I do, god I really do. But I-I like you. Have for a while. I want to do this right. I don’t want to screw up,” he explains, and he sounds almost nervous, like he’s not sure whether this is something you want and he looks so uncertain, so uncharacteristically vulnerable that you kiss him again, moving in to tuck yourself against his side once more, and you can feel the tension go out of his body as he kisses you back gently, his arm going around you again.

seleneremusravenclaw  asked:

'Was this just like a game to you?' + 'get out of my sight' for iwaoi?

Tooru’s exhausted, heading home after his latest volleyball game. He can feel it seeping into his bones, and he’s longing for a hot shower and a nice long rest in bed.

He isn’t expecting to walk up the sidewalk to his apartment and see Hajime sitting on the stairs, hands pressed together, expression tight.

He’s happy to see his boyfriend, and a smile brightens his features.

“Hajime-”

“Was this just a game to you?” Hajime’s voice is low, and shaky. Tooru’s never heard him talk like this before, the hurt in his voice cutting through Tooru like a knife, completely cutting off what he wanted to say.

Tooru freezes, still in front of the steps. He drops his bag to his feet. All of the excitement he had felt about coming home, seeing Hajime, fizzles away, leaving acid in his stomach. No, no, of course not-

I saw your interview,” Hajime cuts in, closing his eyes, and inhaling sharply. He looks pained, and Tooru can see how hard he’s clenching his hands into fists. How hard he’s shaking. No, this isn’t right-

“No, I’m not involved with anyone,”  Hajime repeats, the exact lines from Tooru’s interview that had ended just hours prior. Tooru can feel the bile building up in his throat. This is wrong-

“No, Hajime-”

“Seriously?” He stands, voice raising. “I-I know that we talked about it, and decided that we’d keep all this quiet… for your career - a gay pro athlete would cause a stir… and you can’t do that, and I get it, I really get it, but…” He lets out a frustrated groan, covering his face with his hands. “But, fuck - you pretending, so easily-”

Tooru pales, “It wasn’t easy-”

“That we haven’t been together for the past five years? I… I didn’t expect it to hurt so badly.” Hajime sighs, and he sounds.. defeated.

Broken.

And, god - Tooru caused that.

Tooru swallows, biting back tears. He takes a step closer, reaching desperately for Hajime - he needs to explain this, fix this, now. He touches his face, fingers pressing familiarly against his cheeks and jaw, but Hajime does… nothing.

He doesn’t lean into him. He doesn’t push him away. He just doesn’t react.

Somehow, that’s even worse.

Tooru drops his hands to his sides, fingernails digging into his palms. He feels blood pearl around each finger, and it only pushes him to press harder. They’d talked about this. Hajime had promised him, he’d told him it was okay - he’d lied. “Hajime, this isn’t fair, you said it was okay-

“For fuck’s sake, we can’t even share an apartment! We’re still visiting each other every other weekend like we’re still in college. I don’t even have a key to yours. I want to be with you, Tooru. I don’t want… this. Hiding. Being too scared to be seen together too much in public. Lying to the world..” Hajime’s voice breaks, and he closes his eyes. “I’m… tired, Tooru. Tired of never feeling like we’re going anywhere. Like I’m not enough. Like… we aren’t enough for you.”

“Hajime, no… I can’t… I don’t… Please, I love you…” Tooru pleads desperately, unable to even cry, he’s too shocked. His own skin is cold as ice; Hajime finally looks at him, and his gaze feels like a needle piercing his heart.

“I don’t know if that’s enough anymore.” Hajime takes a step back and his shoulders sag. “I… I can’t do this right now. I need you out of my sight.” He shakes his head, biting back tears. Tooru chokes on a sob; Hajime doesn’t cry. “Please.”

Tooru doesn’t move. He can’t. Hajime is everything - he’s the one who lifts him up, makes him strong, keeps him safe. He’s the one who talks Tooru off the ledge when everything else seems lost, he’s the one who goes above and beyond to help him, love him-

And Tooru just unknowingly dealt his finishing blow.

It feels like time is standing still. At least that way, Tooru doesn’t have to face it - the openness, the nothingness that he can already feel ebbing in, swirling around, threatening to swallow him up. It’d be easy, just to let himself be consumed by it.

But Tooru looks up, and Hajime is still watching him. Waiting for his reaction.

So he figures out how to move his limbs again. Feels the blood start to pump back into his system, leaving him dizzy. He turns, making room for Hajime, who walks down the stairs and out of Tooru’s life.

It isn’t until Tooru walks back into his apartment that he falls to the floor, and breaks.

Part 2 | Part 3

Anytime He Wants

Summary: The reader and Dean are undercover as an engaged couple at a wedding reception. Something shifts between the two hunters. 

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 1,620

Warnings: ABSOLUTELY NONE. This is the fluffiest fluff to fluff. 

A/N: So this is for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s RomCom Fluff Challenge, and I had prompt #70 from Sweet Home Alabama “So I can kiss you anytime I want.” (it’s bolded) This is also my first challenge ever. It was a lot of fun to write off of a prompt again! :) Hope this is fluffy enough for you, Mimi! Love you!

Dean Winchester is not a man who does relationships. He’s known for picking up girls in bars, leaving with them for a night and never seeing them again. So when you find yourself undercover, glued to his side as his fiancee for the evening at a wedding reception, it’s a bit weird to say the least. If you are honest with yourself, you have always harbored a crush for Dean since you moved into the bunker two years ago, you just never said anything for fear of ruining the amazing friendship the two of you shared.  

 Every time you’d overheard him flirting with some girl in a bar you had always wished he was flirting with you instead. The words he would use and how he would use them never failed; you knew that if he ever used his charm on you you’d be a puddle faster than anyone thought possible. You weren’t looking forward to him sweet talking you tonight though. The two of you were undercover and if he used it tonight it would just be part of that. Hearing him sweet talk you, only to know in your heart that he didn’t mean any of it would just be too much to handle. However, since the two of you had been at the wedding, he had yet to use any of his usual lines or tricks and it was making you nervous.

You will admit though, feeling Dean’s warm hand on the small of your back as the two of you socialize for the case is comforting. He’s letting you know that he’s right there and he won’t leave for anything. You’re admiring the ice sculpture picked out by the bride when you feel his thumb start to caress your back, and soon you feel a slight pressure to the side of your head. Dean pulls his lips away from your temple and leans down to whisper in your ear, “You know, I never did tell you how absolutely stunning you look tonight, y/n.”

You quickly turn to face Dean, a blush taking up residence in your cheeks as you look up into his piercing green eyes. Remembering to play along you weave your arm under his, and settle it around his waist, your eyes still on his as you smile shyly. “Thanks, babe. I wasn’t entirely sure how it would look. I don’t usually wear dresses like this, you know.”

He chuckles, a rumbling sound that rumbles through his chest and into your soul, warming you from the inside out. “This is true. Comes with the territory, I guess. Just means we should go out more often.”

The way Dean’s looking at you when he makes his last comment causes your heart to flutter, but before you can think too heavily on it Dean says, “Hey, would you mind dancing with me, y/n?” All you can do is smile and nod your agreement as he pulls you onto the dance floor.

As the two of you make it to the dance floor his hand finds its way back to the small of your back, gently pulling you to him, as his other hand grasps yours in his holding your entwined hands over his heart.  You free hand finds its way up to his shoulder. The two of you just sway back and forth for a bit, letting the music wash over you, no words needing to be spoken.

A couple of minutes pass, and as you are glancing over Dean’s shoulder you feel his lips close to your ear as he starts to speak. “I want you to know, that I was serious when I said we should go out more. We don’t even have to go out somewhere to go out. I just want to spend time with you with the intention of kissing you at some point.”

You suddenly inhale sharply and pull back slightly so you can look Dean in the eye, hoping he’s saying what you think he’s saying. “Dean, what are you saying?”

He smiles and softly squeezes you closer to him as he answers you. “Y/n, I’m saying I’d love to take you out. Go on dates with you. Do the romance thing with you. Babe, I’ve fallen for you, and I’ve fallen hard.”

Glancing down at his lips, suddenly you’re filled with skepticism. Now eyeing him, you arch your brow and question. “You? Want to be with me? Like, exclusive be with me? Dean, did you drink the punch? I hear a rumor that they spiked it.”

Dean shakes his head and laughs, then leans forward far enough that his forehead rests on yours. He smirks. “Yeah, I heard that too. But I haven’t had any because I wanted to be sober for tonight. It’s not every day you ask the woman you love to be your girl, now is it?”

Rolling your eyes you pull away enough to rest your head on his chest, your insecurities making themselves known. “Now Dean, why in hell would you want me to be your girl? I’m nothing special. I’m nothing like those girls you pick up in bars. I don’t have gorgeous long hair, I don’t have an hourglass figure, and I sure as hell am not a single digit size.”

You feel his body go rigid underneath your hands. His lips connect with the top of your head in a comforting kiss. “Y/n, is that seriously what you think?” He reaches a hand up, lifting your chin until you’re forced to make eye contact. “Of course you’re not like those girls from the bars. I’d hope to Chuck you’re nothing like them.” His eyes flicker back and forth between yours, trying to gauge how you’re taking his confession. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. Your hair is so adorable in the morning when you have your severe cases of bed head. And your hips? Holy shit they’re intoxicating, y/n.”

Hearing him telling you what he loves about you is almost too much, and you try to look away as you blush furiously. His grip keeps you from turning away, and he smiles. “Hey, I’m not done honey. The girls from the bars might be single digit sizes, but I can guarantee that’s probably their IQ level as well.” He moves his hand from your chin to lightly caress your cheek as his eyes flicker to your lips, which causes you to subconsciously wet them with your tongue. “You’re like a siren, babe. And there’s no way in hell I have the power to walk away. Not that I’d ever want to.”

Before Dean can say anymore, you raise up on your toes and press a kiss to his lips. Reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, you press yourself even closer to him. He responds almost instantly by wrapping his arms around you and sucking on your bottom lip. The two of you don’t deepen the kiss, but keep kissing nonetheless until you both are desperate for air. Breaking apart, you smile up at Dean through your lashes. “So, what was that about wanting me to be your girl?”

“Y/n, I want you to be my girl. I want to wake up next to you in the mornings and love you forever.” He runs his hands up and down your back, his smile making you swoon in your head.

You press a chaste kiss to his lips. “And why do you want to be with me?”

Dean thinks for a second, looks into your eyes, and with the utmost conviction says, “So I can kiss you anytime I want.”  And leans in to place a kiss on your lips that is so full of love and emotion, and you’re thankful that he’s holding you because otherwise your knees would give out and you’d fall.

The kiss is making you dizzy, but you’re pulling away from Dean suddenly, you cock an eyebrow and stare at him. He’s got a shit eating grin on his face and you can’t help but break your stare and start laughing as you softly swat his chest. “Dean Michael Winchester, did you just quote Sweet Home Alabama?”

If at all possible, Dean’s grin widens as he winks at you. “Oh, baby. You know it. Sweet Home Alabama might be a chick flick, but I pay attention when you force me to watch those. Jake is a smooth man, and it worked like a charm. I mean, Melanie fell for it when they were six. But ignore the fact that it’s Jake’s line; it seemed like the right thing to say because it’s one of the truest statements I could come up with. Because if you’re my girl I get to kiss you, hug you, love you.. and love you, anytime I want.” His eyes darken as his hands gently slide down from their place on the small of your back to settle on your hips, his thumbs rubbing softly against your hip bones.  And y/n, that’s all I want. That’s all I’ve wanted for a long time.”

Your breathing hitches when you catch his intentions, and your heart soars. Hearing what Dean has to say makes you realize just how lucky you are to have him, and how much you feel the same way. Who knows, maybe you’ve felt the same way the entire time. But what matters is that right now, the two of you both know how the other feels and it’s a good thing. Smiling, you look up at him. “Well then, Winchester. Looks like we’ve got some making up to do.” You pull Dean down into another searing kiss filed with the promise of more to come.


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Sirius x Reader - Perfect match.

Originally posted by nellaey

Anon : Hey, if you’re taking requests I was wondering if you could write something angsty/fluffy with having a very bad argument with sirius and then you guys ignore each other for a few days, and since you’re also friends with James remus Peter and lily they’re all trying to help you guys out and then it all ends in a fluffy way? Just lots of feels! 😂

A/N : Ok, I hope I did it right! Let me know what you whink about it <3


It had been already a week since you spoke to Sirius. A dreadful week.

The truth was that you really missed him, although you would never bring yourself to admit it.

You were the type of people who never feared to speak their mind and that lead into having little outburst of tension from time to time. Usually, they didn’t affect you that much and the two of you could easily forget about them, but this time was different. The fight that you shared was a really bad one and it almost seemed as if every irrelevant argument that you had, was brought up and transformed into something far worse than it actually was.

The whole thing had been blown way out of proportion, and the two of you were well aware of that, although thanks to your pride neither of you was willing to admit it, or let alone leave behind.

You tried to ignore each other as much as possible, which eventually left your mutual friends feeling obligated to interfere in the matter.

That’s why now you found yourself in an empty classroom while sitting in front of your boyfriend, surrounded by the group of, as you though not less than 5 minutes ago - friends.

“Well” Lily stated, trying to get the attention of both of you “I am sorry guys, but this is ridiculous. Can’t you just talk it trough?”

“Well, I do not particularly like being ambushed, especially by people, who I trust on my life. Can we talk that trough, Prongs?” Sirius countered while crossing his arms and seating himself more comfortably.

You couldn’t help, but feel frustrated at the way he presumptuously raised his eyebrow at you, expecting some kind of response.

“Sorry mate, but she is right. You both know you have to eventually do something, don’t you?”

“I’m not going to do it first” you said sternly, the look on your face remaining indifferent.  

“Me neither”

“Honestly why do you have to act like some 5-year-olds?!” Remus piped in, the frustration in his voice easily detectable. “You are going to stay here until you sort this mess out, understood?”

Neither of you said anything, as he started to leave, making the rest of the group follow him out of the room.

“Do you think that he really closed us in here?” you asked calmly after a minute, trying not to look at him.  

“Probably. We sure are lucky to have so persuasive friends” he huffed, his gaze now fixated onto you.

“Yeah, subtle is their second name I guess” you stated, trying to sound as convincing as you could. Suddenly he stood up and started pacing back and forth the old classroom. As he did so, much to your annoyance, you couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in that leather jacket he wore, in spite of the schools uniform code. You crossed your arms, hoping that this would tame the urge of brushing your hands trough his silky black hair.

Fuck. That was hard. Why did he always had to look so handsome?

“Look Y/N, I know you are mad at me”

“Well, that one you got right” you mumbled quietly, slowly bringing yourself to look him in the eyes.

“I am always right, kitten” he smirked and winked at you, involuntarily making you chuckle “Do my ears deceive me? Have I finally managed to make you laugh?” he joked as he slowly walked in your direction, in order to sit next to you.

“Stop it, Black” you elbowed him lightly, not being able to hide the smile that lingered on your lips. Him being so close after a week apart left you feeling a bit dizzy. You really missed him. You missed your silly talks, the way he flirted with you on every occasion he got and the way he smiled at you each time your eyes met during classes that you shared, but most of all you longed to be able to touch him. Godric, you wanted to kiss that smirk off, of his face so badly.

After a moment of silence he hesitantly reached out his hand and grabbed yours. You didn’t pull back. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. His touch made you so overwhelmed, by various emotions that you weren’t even able to move.

“I miss you Y/N” he suddenly blurred out, while enter twining your fingers with his.

“I miss you too” you turned your head in order to face him. He had that look on his face. The look that you knew so well by now. It was the look he did each time he screwed something up, but you knew that this time you had your part in it too.

He cupped your cheek and you couldn’t help, but lean into his warm touch.

“I’m sorry that I have been so childish, it’s just that…”

“I know” you cut him off, his gaze now fixated on your parted lips “Maybe we are more alike, than we actually should be”

“Nah, that’s rubbish” he said, slowly getting closer “We are perfect for each other, and you happen to be fully aware of that, kitten”

“Are we?” you asked teasingly, the tension between the two of you now nearly unbearable. Without a word he kissed you softly, as if he was asking for your permission. You deepened the kiss, the feeling of blissfulness overwhelming you in every possible way. Your hands started running trough his silky hair, as he pulled you onto his lap. He straddled your waist, and nibbled at your lower lip, making you roll your eyes back and arch your back out of pleasure. Merlin, it felt so good.

“Yes” he gasped, nearly out of breath, as the two of you finally parted “We are”

“Well, if you say so, then I suppose it’s true” you chuckled at the way he instantly grinned at your response.

“That’s my girl” he took you in his arms, and spoon around, making you giggle like a child. And that’s was the moment, in which you realised that you were indeed a perfect match. 

Think... Ink: Part 1

Okay, so I wrote a good chunk of this last night at a ridiculous time and worked on it a bit more a little bit ago and just got it to what that I thought was a good stopping point. So yeah. 

Also I need to say this next bit in bold so bear with me a sec.

Please understand, this is just me musing about stuff, and has no bearing on @shinyzango‘s stuff. Zango will decide what they want to do with Ink Henry all in good time. I just wanted to put my thoughts down in writing, and then this spawned out of it. 

Also go congratulate Zango for hitting 2k followers today! Because Zango is awesome and deserves all the nice messages! 


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clean

◦ pairing: reader x namjoon

◦ rating: m

◦ word count: 1.3k

◦ a/n: I felt like I was slacking on the Joonie smut so here’s some to make up for it :D Also I suck at titles sorry lol

m a s t e r l i s t


Your hair clung annoyingly to your forehead as your hands scrambled frantically to find something –anything– to hold on to. The cold metal handle of the shower door was the only thing it found amidst your shallow, shaky breaths. His lips were soft, and slick under the running water. Namjoon’s hands stroked up and down your body, swiping bubbled layers of soapy water over you. The bar of soap pressed against your flesh, its subtle scent breathing through the plumes of steam growing in the shower. You could see the faint reflection of yourselves in the mirror through the thick coat of steam on the glass, and it was so fucking hot. His tall body stood behind yours, his long fingers lost in your cunt. He sighed with content and he brushed his thumb lightly over your already sensitive clit. “God, I love you so much,” he grunted, placing a kiss at the nape of your neck.

After spending over a year together, you had learned that the best way to some amazing sex was some highly provocative pictures while he was already sweaty at dance practice and a little audio recording right as he was on his way home. The result was always some exciting and very long-lasting sex trip through the rooms of your house. Needless to say, it never failed.

His lips travelled along your shoulder, leaving soft kisses as his hand grazed up and down your thigh. He was tracing your hip bones softly with the soap before he dropped it suddenly to the hard shower floor and slammed straight into you. “Namjoon, fuck!” You screamed out, the echo reverberating against the white porcelain and glass of the shower. “Shit, yes, yes, yes,” you sobbed, your chest trembling with the glorious sensation of his cock hitting your insides. It wasn’t the first time tonight.

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fuckfuckfuck this is sooo late. writer’s block completely crashed into me and screwed me over. i don’t know how to write anymore i’m sorry D: 

prompt fill for the fantastic @prompt-master​!! <3


“–Jeremy? You’re spacing out.”

Michael regrets the words when he sees Jeremy’s shoulders tense up, his whole body going rigid. “Shit, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, I–” Jeremy swerves around to face his best friend, blinking owlishly. “I’m fine. Sorry.”

Michael studies him closely. He seems fine, but the blue of his eyes is a bit duller than usual–an airy blue adulterated with gray, like a sky anticipating a rainstorm. It’s a little concerning. His eyes only look like that when he’s sad. Or tired.

“Are you okay?”

Jeremy blinks, clearly startled by the question. “What? Yeah. I’m–good. I’m great.” He smiles–thank god it’s a genuine smile–and Michael relaxes just a little. 

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When Arashi spins laughter... and actual spins (Arashi ni Shiyagare 04.03.2017)

└ The guests are ice-skaters and have Arashi take on the challenge of giving a ‘winning’ ending pose after taking spins in a chair.

First up…

Exuding stoicness as expected of our youngest.

And he pulls off a cool pose… albeit a little totteringly.

You didn’t only make US see stars then Jun-kun. (^_^)

Our next contestant tries to build up his inner reserves…

And his expression just speaks a thousand million words… (^_^)

Before he absolutely kills me with his ending pose!

And shipper in me tried to be more focused on Sho-kun… I tried really.

And although Masaki’s a literal blur, his hairstyle makes him look so kakkoi~~

And that ending Chinese gongfu-like pose! (^_^)

Then comes our cheater Neener.

… who while looking “nervous”, attempts to bribe / bully / kick the staff into spinning him at less than half the speed of the others. (HAHAHAHAHA~)

Though it hardly yields the desired outcome.

… as he totally feels the dizziness and nausea.

Last but DEFINITELY not the least… our sassy Riida with a helluva lot of SASS with a capital ‘S’!

You just KNOW he’s got something up his sleeve with THAT smirk on his lips…

Sasuga Onee Ohno-san~~

Did you ever really doubt the outcome?

And just a final shot of them all in their spin outfits.

Cr: Arashi ni Shiyagare 04.03.2017

Fun

Word Count: 1839

Player: Alexander Nylander (Buffalo Sabres/Rochester Americans)

feat. William Nylander (Toronto Maple Leafs)

Warning/s: mentions of alcohol, being drunk

Originally posted by nhlinfluenced

“Are you okay?”, William muttered under his breath.

You were so deep in your own thoughts that you almost flinched, but you caught yourself at the last second. Instead, you turned your head to him. His gaze switched from the rest of the people to you. His eyes were looking at you, confused but honestly worried about you.

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?”, you shrugged, turning back to face the rest of the Garden, although you were trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone.

“Because my little brother is currently introducing his model girlfriend to both of our families. And the two of you happened to be together only a couple months ago.”

“Don’t be silly, William.”, you huffed.

“Don’t even try to act. You’re my best friend, Y/n. I can see that you’re not over him.”, Will retorted. 

He didn’t see it, but you responded by rolling your eyes at him, stubbornly keeping yourself from looking at him. 

Alex was currently standing on the patio, talking to his Dad with the girl he started dating in the States. She wasn’t supposed to be there, but she decided to fly in after a model gig in London just so she could see Alex. So why not barge into a family event, huh? To annoy you more than she already did with her first appearance in Alex life - just a couple of weeks prior.

You kept in a sigh, internally cursing yourself when you realized Will was right.

“I don’t think I’ll ever be over it. Moving on from this seems so weird. It’s just making it worse knowing that he already did.”, you muttered back.

Will sighed at your confession, wondering why you were doing this to yourself. But why was his little brother doing that to you? William was confused. Alex was about as over it as you, which meant not at all. Didn’t he realize what the attendance of his rebound made you feel like? After all, he knew you best.

“Alright, enough with this bullshit. This is not a movie, so this is not the part where we are sitting here, having a deep conversation about letting people go.”, William muttered as he eagerly stood up from the bench you were sitting on. 

“What are you doing?”, you asked as the first members of your family turned around to you, members of the Nylander family following quickly. 

William extended a hand which you eyed warily. When you didn’t take it right away, he pulled you up and pulled you behind him through the garden.

“Hey! Answer me, dumbass.”, you protested.

“We’re going out.”, he decided. “There’s a party and I just decided you are my plus one now.”

William sent you a determined smirk as you rolled your eyes at him, but you couldn’t help but chuckle at his goofiness. The smile remained on your face when he dragged you through the backyard and up the patio, stopping in front of Michael, Alex, and Ellen.

His Dad, Alex and Alex’s girlfriend were looking at you in confusion, matching the glances your mother gave you from the side.

You didn’t meet Alex gaze as you normally would, instead you looked at Michael. Michael gave you a questioning look, that you answered with just a simple shrug.

“What are you doing, William?”, he asked curiously and a little confused too. 

“Saying goodbye. It was very nice meeting you, Ellen, but we really gotta go now.”, William said with a smirk in your direction.

“Where to?”, Alex asked. 

As far as he had known, his brother hadn’t had anything planned. Especially not with you. Alex would’ve remembered that.

“We’re going out to have some fun. We’ll be back later. I think.”, he chuckled before he pulled you right through the middle of Alex and Ellen. 

You felt your body brush Alex’s, wanting to throw up when you realized that you really wanted to hug him. Instead, you tried keeping up with William who dragged you outside to his car.


“I don’t think I’ve been this drunk since my first college party.”, you giggled, sitting on the dock of the lake you used to skate on when you were younger. 

After a couple hours of dancing and drinking with your old friends and the people who were having a party at the lake, you were a little exhausted so you got a little distance between you and the rest of the people and sat down there. Now you were playing with a bottle of cold beer in your hands, looking out at the water.

“I texted Alex.”, William giggled back.

“Why? He’s going to come here and ruin all the fun.”

“Because he’s more responsible than me. And hella possessive when it comes to you. It’s all working out.”    

“I’m my own person. He has no right to be possessive of me. We’re not even dating anymore.”, you slurred your tone a little bitter.

You lay back on your back, watching the slowly disappearing colors off the sunset. The pinks and oranges were calming you down as you zoned out. William lay back next to you, almost spilling his beer over himself as he started trying to make light and drunk conversation.

That was until you heard steps on the dock that stopped not far from you. 

“What the hell, Will?”

You and William made eye contact, bursting out into a fit of giggles as you sat up. Turning around, Alex was standing in front of the two of you. No Ellen in sight.

“I knew you would come if I texted you.”, Will giggled.

“Well, someone’s gotta get you home, idiot. Was this all your idea? Getting her drunk?”

“Hey hey hey, we were having fun, this was a great idea.”, you butted in, giving your own opinion. 

“Sure it was, Y/n.”, Alex said, rolling his eyes as he moved closer to the two of you. 

“See.”, William grinned, getting a death glare from his younger brother.

“Come on. I’m driving you home now.”, he said. You grinned at Willy, waving your hand.

“Bye bye.”, you said sweetly.

“You too.”, Alex added.

“Ha!”, William said, at the same time as your gaze snapped to Alex.

“No.”, you insisted.

“You’re drunk of your ass. You got nothing to argue. So get up and let me drive you home.”

“No.”, you repeated, your voice clearer than you thought it would be. 

“Y/n quit arguing I’m serious.”

William watched the exchange, his eyes flipping from Alex to you and back, although he soon started to feel dizzy because of it. But he had a smile on his face. Of course, his plan had worked. He just hoped you never found out that he had indeed planned the whole day.

“Me too. I’m older than you and I can make my own decisions.”

“Apparently not, since you’re sitting here. You should know better.”

“And where the hell should I be instead, in your opinion? Since you suddenly seem to give a shit on how I spend my free time?”, you challenged, crossing your arms in front of your chest, still staring up at him. 

Alex sighed before he moved forward and put his arms on your sides, just standing you up without giving you any chance to protest.

“I’m not arguing with you.”

“Then why do you?”, you muttered in frustration.

“Because you’re wasted. But you’re too stubborn to let me drive you home!”, he reminded you of the reason you were there at all.

“Why do you care?”, you groaned, getting fed up with the discussion. Drunk you had no idea in what kind of direction you were pushing the younger Nylander. 

“You know damn well why.”

“Just go home You’re not my damn boyfriend or brother. Just fuck off.”

Why was he being so damn dramatic?

Alex looked like you had slapped him in the face. But you ripped your gaze from him to look down, distracted by the giggling that William was doing.

“There it is.”, he cackled, trying to calm down.

Alex gritted his teeth to keep himself from snapping a reply.

“Don’t you think I know that? And it sucks, alright?” His voice was quieter, not as demanding and pissed anymore.

“It’s not like that’s your fault.”, you said, rolling your eyes. 

You lifted your bottle to take another swig of your beer, but your hand was stopped mid-air. Alex took the bottle from your hands and pulled you closer to him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“When you’re sober, we’re gonna talk about this, alright? But I’m not having that conversation when you are drunk.”, he said a soft smile on his face. 

Much like the old times. You gave him a smile back before you nodded in agreement. You stumbled when you tried taking a step towards the direction that you spotted his car in. Alex simply chuckled, shaking his head at you before he decided that the best would be a piggyback ride. 

The sound of clapping hands caused Alex to turn around, spotting William with a content grin on his face as he applauded you.

“William, get up. I can’t carry you too.”

“Alright. I’m on my way.”, he slurred.

You made your way up to the car. William was stumbling next to you, apparently taking every little bump in the way, but you couldn’t ignore the smirk he gave your way.

“Congrats.”, he said, lifting his beer for a toast.

“For what?”, you asked dumbfoundedly, a giggle following your words.

“For getting your shit together.”, was the slurred reply of your best friend.


“I hate you, William.”, you whispered, making eye contact with the older Nylander across the kitchen table. 

You were suffering together, having one of the worst hangovers of your life. You had your arms propped up on the table, your head in your hands and William was basically spread all over the table trying to sleep away the throbbing pain in his head.

“Not so loud.”, he complained with a groan. 

You dropped your head into your folded arms, eyes closed until you heard a noise directly next to you. You blinked against the painful light, seeing the mug of hot cocoa that was placed next to you. Alex leaned against the counter, a mug of coffee in his hands as he watched you in amusement. You tried rolling your eyes, but it hurt too much, causing you to wince. You could fix this, that was a fact you were sure about. 

He gave you a smile, and you gave it right back.

“At least we had fun.”, William muttered, making you chuckle only to groan in pain at the noise.

ANOTHER KLANCE FIC. Take it. :V 
Prompt from here!

Summary: Keith gets stranded in an unknown city on a cold day with no way to get home. He calls Lance to come pick him up, not knowing that Lance is already sick and should be resting instead.



Last bus: 10:45PM

Next bus: 6:15AM

Keith stares at the sign. His shoulders sag, his breath leaving him in a cloud of white.

He’s doomed. He’s stuck in a city miles away from his own house, and he’s just missed the last bus of the night.

Shivering, he brushes the snow off of a bench and sets his bags down on top of it. His fingers feel like they’re turning to ice, so he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, trying to keep his body from shaking too badly.

This is all his fault. He’d been the one who had been insistent on coming all the way here. He’d taken a bus after lunch, travelling miles and miles from home just to reach this obscure city–it was the only one that happened to have motorbike parts he needed, and he’d planned his trip so he could navigate using his phone and get back before it got dark.

As it turned out, he’d ended up getting miserably lost in the city, and his phone had died on him due to the cold weather. After spending hours wandering around, he’d finally found his way back to a train station on the other side of the town.

And the last bus left half an hour ago. Just his luck.

He doesn’t know anything about this city, doesn’t have anywhere to stay for the night. It’s too far to walk back, and it’s too cold to sleep out here.

He glances up. The snow slants as it falls from the gaping sky, snowflakes turning gold in the sparse light of nearby streetlights. Shivering, he pulls his jacket closer around him, the spare change in his pocket rattling from the movement.

Change. There’s a payphone across the street.

Keith hates bothering people, especially when it’s this late at night. There are not that many people that he trusts enough to bother in the first place, and most of them are unavailable. Hunk is out of town, Shiro and Allura live too far away, Pidge doesn’t have her own car yet. But maybe if he asks nicely enough, he can convince Lance to drive him back.

He picks up his bags, wincing as his fingertips brush against the frigid bench railings, and starts off to cross the street. This is a bad idea, he’s sure, but he’s tired and cold and he can think of nothing better.

He just really, really wants to be home.

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Taking Care Of You

♥ Hi Guys, here is a quick little, fluffy imagine with Bucky. I hope you guys enjoy. This one is especially for the lovely @ididntasktogetmadedidi I hope you enjoy it as well. Feel free to leave some feedback, drop an ask, send me a message or a request. I love to hear from you guys! Deutsche Version wird in der nächsten Zeit noch ergänzt!


  • Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
  • Summary: Imagine Bucky takes care of you while you’re sick.
  • Warnings: throwing up, and fluff
  • Words: 983 

Exhausted, your eyes fluttered open, immediately you wrapped your fluffy blanket tighter around your body, making sure to move as less as possible, so you won’t irritate your sensitive stomach any further. You closed your eyes again, fatigue and exhaustion were keeping you company since this morning, along with nausea, headache and dizziness. To say it hit you bad was an understatement! When you got up this morning, you had already felt a little dizzy, but you had ignored the annoying feeling.

As you went for training with Bucky and Steve things got worse, after a few minutes of sparring with Steve, your view became blurry again and your vision slowly faded into darkness. You could hear Bucky calling your name before you finally lost consciousness.When you first woke up, you found yourself wrapped up in your bed, and immediately a wave of nausea had hit you, as fast as you could, you ran into the bathroom.
You nearly spent an eternity on the cold floor, throwing up until your stomach was completely empty, clenching in pain, your chest aching from heavy breathing, and your face was tear strained.
You sat trembling, next to the toilet on the ground, and tried to calm down a little, you avoided moving to much fearing you might need to throw up again.

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Do Something Bad, Too - Part 3

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics

A/N: part 3!! things are getting more intense, let me know if you like where its going! also just a reminder, the tag list for this fic is closed for the moment so please dont’t ask!

Part 1 Part 2

Waking up is torture because it feels so good. You’re warm in a way that doesn’t just feel skin deep, but more like every bone is glowing with something so satisfying it almost aches. It takes you a few sweet, sleepy seconds to realise exactly why you’re waking up more well rested than you’ve ever been in your life, and then the whole illusion shatters.

Sometime in the night you and Bucky had shifted until he was lying on his back, long legs dangling off the end of the couch and his arms wrapped tight around you curled up on his chest. Sun streaks warm through the windows and glass walls - glass walls, because you fell asleep in your office literally on top of Bucky. You make a highly undignified squeak and try to sit up, which only succeeds in dislodging Bucky’s grip on you and sending you crashing to the floor.

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