It wasn’t supposed to go like this. You hadn’t put much thought into the subject, but the subject of kids had always been something you wished to discuss with your boyfriend of six solid years. Chris Evans was a man who seemed to love kids, but did he want kids of his own? The question had plagued you for so long.
So, in result, you had never asked him about kids. The thought of children running around, drawing on the walls, all the things a child did. You never asked about any of it to Chris. After all, you two weren’t even married, nor engaged. Surely, he would rather have kids after you two were married.
If it happened.
In hindsight, you saw a future with Christ. But did he? Did he see the same vision as you? Would he love to have kids as his own? You never really thought of the answer, nor thought of asking him. Until now.
Sitting in front of the TV, watching the rerun of the Patriots game, your feet were in Chris’s lap, his hand massaging your ankles lightly. His eyes were on the TV intently, cheering and whooping at some points of the game; explaining some of the calls that you didn’t understand.
“That was a fucking pass interference and you know it! Bullshit!”
You chuckled at him and Christ peered over at you, blinking before smiling at you, bearded face lighting up. You smiled back and his eyes went back to the game. Those beautiful blue eyes…what would it be like to have a child with his eyes? You bit your lip and asked.
He glanced at you, gaze lingering as he asked right back, his thumb rubbing back and forth against your skin.
“Yeah, what’s up?”
You bit your lip once more and asked, almost quietly.
“Have you…ever thought of having kids?”
Chris looked bewildered for a moment and breathed deeply, his ministrations on your ankles pausing. He took a moment to reply, shrugging lightly.
“Well, sometimes. I don’t see why you’re asking so suddenly, though.”
You shrugged and theorized.
“I was just wondering what it would be like to have kids. I think you’d be a great father.”
Chris gave a nervous chuckle and rubbed the side of his face, fingers scratching into his beard. He was quiet as he tried to piece his thoughts together, the game stopping as his hand moved to the remote’s pause button. He turned towards you, asking with a look of slight concern.
“Don’t you think it’s a bit early to be asking something like that?”
You frowned and replied, tilting your head to the side a bit.
“We’ve been dating for six years. I don’t see a problem in talking about it.”
Chris frowned and pointed out, quirking an eyebrow up at you.
“That’s exactly it. We’ve been dating for six years. That’s not that long. It’s still…early.”
Anger flashed within you, your chest tightening as you objected the thought.
“Early? Chris, people have had kids before their six years! Plus, I was just asking you about it. It’s not like I’m asking you to go fuck me until I get pregnant.”
Chris’s eyes darkened slightly, but not in lust. His nostrils flared and he said.
“We are not other people, (Y/n). It’s still too fucking early in the relationship to be talking about kids. For god’s sake, (Y/n), we’re not even engaged!”
“Marriage doesn’t have to be a factor in having kids, Chris.”
Chris snapped, obviously frustrated and maybe even a little anxious.
“I don’t think you understand what I’m telling you, (Y/n). It’s still way too goddamn early for kids and I don’t want kids right now. Hell, I don’t think I want kids ever. Sure, they’re cute, but I don’t think I can be invested in something like that. Especially with my job.”
You sucked in a breath and snapped right back, shooting up.
“For fuck’s sake, Chris! Can you get that stick out of your ass and realize that I was just asking you about it? Like I fucking said, it’s not like I’m asking you to take me to the bedroom and fuck until I get pregnant.”
He shot up as well and argued, seeming to jut his hip out.
“Sure as hell seems like it!”
You gawked and then squared your shoulders, poking him in the chest.
“Want to know one thing I’m damn sure of? Leaving you.”
He looked taken back before saying, nose up in the air.
“Fine! Leave then. I don’t care! I don’t need some damn woman wanting me to get her pregnant!”
Damn, that stung. You spun around and stomped your way to your bedroom, stuffing your suitcase with your clothes and other important things. Grabbing your wallet, you stomped out the bedroom with your things and yelled.
“Have a good rest of your fucking life, Evans!”
“I’ll make sure of it!”
You gave an irritated yell and slammed the front door closed, immediately jogging to your car. Never had you and Chris fought like this. Sure, it might have seemed small, and short, but your arguments had never been bigger than something like this. Mostly a couple jabs and then you two would sulk in your desired places before apologizing.
However, Chris seemed so…offended in a way you couldn’t describe. It was hurting you on the inside and out. Wiping your tears, you grabbed your phone and called up the closest person you could think of. Tom.
You sniffled and asked.
“Oh, dear, what’s the matter?”
“I…I just…I need to see you. Please?”
You heard shuffling form the other side of the phone, and Tom answered back to you.
“Of course, (Y/n). Come on over. I was just making lunch, so we can talk about what happened over lunch, alright?”
You nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see you, and you replied.
“ok. Thanks, Tom.”
“Anything for a sister like you.”
He was breathing deeply, his brows furrowed into a look of anger. It was so angering. Why would she bring up something like that? She knew how uncomfortable it had made him, didn’t she? Then why did she keep trying to talk to him about it?
Getting up, Chris rubbed his face and walked into the masterbedroom, his heart sinking slightly at the sight of the dresser open, your clothes gone. A lone lingerie top hung over the side and he pushed it back into the dresser, sighing.
Walking into the bathroom, Chris splashed water onto his face, sighing. He really didn’t know what to think. But it was her who chose to leave…right? So, he wasn’t truly at fault. His eyes strayed to the trashcan when he was preparing to throw the towel in the hamper when he paused.
Something was sticking out from the trash, covered by an excessive amount of toilet paper. Chris blinked and reached in, his hand shaking as a realization dawned on him when he turned the object over.
It was a pregnancy test, a pink plus sign on the screen.
Chris’s eyebrows shot up into a look of regret, tears stinging his blue eyes. How could he do that to you? His body had become numb, and his head was pounding. Sobs racked his body. He finally understood why you had asked such an unexpected question.
You were pregnant.
-WITH TOM AND READER-
You were distraught. You couldn’t raise a child on your own! Fuck,, you didn’t even know a thing about being a parent, let alone how to handle and take care of one. Tom sighed and soothed, his hand on your back.
“It’s alright, love. No mother is truly ready to be a first-time mum. I’m sure you’ll do just fine. I think you and Chris need to talk about this. You haven’t told him, have you.”
It was more of a statement than a question. You nodded and Tom sucked in a breath, holding it, then letting it out. A knocking on the front door caught both yours and Tom’s attention. Tom whispered.
“I’ll be right back, alright? Try to calm yourself. Stress isn’t good for the baby.”
You nodded and he stood up, giving you one last glance before disappearing from the master bedroom, going to open the front door.
He opened the door, shocked to see a frantic Chris Evans standing there. His blue eyes were bloodshot, tears still streaming down his face, his shaking hand holding the pregnancy test.
“I’m sorry, Tom, but I need to talk to (y/n). I have to apologize.”
Tom sighed once more and stepped aside, saying.
“I know you two do. Try not to take things far, in one retrospect or another.”
Chris nodded and walked inside, practically running to the master bedroom.
Tom sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, an almost confused look on his face.
“Why is it that I’m the one who gets caught in the meddle of these things?”
-WITH READER AND CHRIS-
You were startled to see Chris burst in, his blue eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. He was breathing heavily and he whispered your name.
He walked over and crushed his lips against yours, the test falling from his hands as he gripped your face, your tongues and teeth clashing against one anothers. Chris pulle dback and cried softly.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, (Y/n)…I didn’t know.”
“So, just because you know now, you’re gonna immediately change your mind and view?”
Chris opened his eyes and pressed, his eyes determined but face fearful.
“I…I can learn…Please, I love you too much to lose you. I…I’m blinded by my own fears that I don’t have you in my best interest and I need to. I know what I said wasn’t fair but…I’m just insecure.”
You sighed and rest your forehead against his, sighing lightly. What were you going to do with this big doof?
“I know, I know…Please. Come back to me. Please? I can’t stand the thought of you being alone through this with my own flesh and blood.”
You sighed once more and replied, looking up at Chris and bit your lip.
“Ok, ok. But you need to understand that we are both in this together. We both are newbies to this, ok?”
He nodded and Tom’s voice came from the door.
“Are you two ok now? Because I want to have my room back and I really don’t want any hanky panky going on in here.”
You and Chris snickered at Tom’s use of words for ‘sex’ and Tom quirked an eyebrow up.
“What? Have you two never heard the proper term for such an insolent act?”
[A/N] Okay. This song is damn catchy. Bias + Bias wrecker.
“She said, “Where d'you wanna go? How much you wanna risk? I’m not looking for somebody With some superhuman gifts. Some superhero, Some fairytale bliss. Just something I can turn to. Somebody I can miss. I want something just like this. I want something just like this.”
You danced when the beat drops, dressed in nothing but his oversized white T shirt, slicing apples for snacks while you wait for your Sunday movie to start. Chanyeol left the city for a game design convention he couldn’t miss even though he promised he won’t be long. But it’s already passed 73 hours since he last called but being a cool girlfriend you are, you didn’t mind at all.
“Welcome back, Y/N.“ Ed said as you walked down the same floor which was walked on by drunken men and dolled up ladies. “How was the summer with Ophelia?” Ed asked, wiping the counters. “It was fantastic, she had the best time of her life.” You replied.
“Where’s F/N?” You question. “She’s in a room doing her womanly charms.” Ed sighed. “Oh.” You said. “You’re up on the stage today and happy to see you.” Ed smiled. “Thanks Ed, bye!” You dismiss yourself to the dressing rooms. You changed into an outfit with a pink laces bra with matching panties underneath it, a robe on top covering it all.
You walked out onto the stage with a pole glimmering in the middle. You took off your robe, the whistles began. You studied your audience and saw him.
Your breath quickened and heart pumped. You wore a white button up blouse flashing your laced bra with a schoolgirl skirt that’s unbelievably short. His eyes concentrated on you, a mischievous smirk plastered onto his face. You put a leg up on the pole, your eyes bore into his. You made a spin around the pole then dropped onto all fours on the stage floor. You slowly crawled your way to him.
When you came close to him you winked. You were undeniably close, you started nipping on his neck peppering it with kisses. A low groan escaped his mouth as he whispered into your ear, “Welcome back, babygirl.“
You stood up and swayed your hips on the way to the pole. All the men were entranced with you, and you could see the jealousy displayed in his eyes.
All eyes on ya
Ask you how your week been
Workin’ always, let me
Work you out for the weekend
Baby, I’m a beast, uh-huh
Can you tame me?
I’m gon’ let it out
Lay you down
You did as much as you could to tease and make him jealous. Such as going to ‘serve’ others and avoiding him. Until your time on stage came to an end. You walked off stage, walking towards the bar, until footsteps were heard behind you. You turned around and met him. You smirked, “Need anyth-” “Listen here, babygirl, I saw what you were doing and you are going to get punished for being a bad girl.” He cut you off.
“Jealous Draco?” You slightly whimper. “Scared Y/N?” It was Draco’s turn to smirk, you gulped in slight fear and adrenaline. Draco pulled on your hand taking you to the room, where sinful events took place. “Get down on your knees.“ Draco commanded.
You complied getting on your knees, Draco’s member was right in front of your face, you placed your slightly cold hand around it, he shivered at the cold sensation. You began to pump up and down. “In your mouth.” Draco said, you took it in your mouth. Your tongue swirling around the tip till you took most of him in and pumped the rest.
“Oh yes, babygirl.” Draco grunted. You went faster, his moans and praises were bouncing off the walls. “I’m goning to cum into your mouth like the good cock slut you are.” Draco grunted. You only mumbled a ‘yes’, which sent vibrations to his member. He took your head and face fucked you. “Oh-oh-yes! Oh shit!” Draco came in your mouth a huge load pouring out, you swallowed it in groups.
“Good girl.” Draco panted. “Stand up.” You stood up, and stood still. “Now strip, but don’t take off your skirt.” Draco but his lip looking at you. You slowly began to strip, he just stared at you, until you were left in the schoolgirl skirt.
Breakfast on the beach, that mean sex is on the beach
You lookin’ like a fruit platter, I'ma bite into your peach
And um, I think about to massage your feet
And um, you got a body, you remind of my Jeep
And um, I must look amazing with you
‘Cause every time you on my arm I got
“Oh yes, lovely. I’m going to teach you a lesson Miss Brankovitch.” Draco pushed you onto the bed. You fumbled backwards and landed on the bed unaware of what was happening. Until, “Ah!” You screamed as Draco entered you, thrusting in a rapid speed.
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I’m missin’
All eyes on me
I don’t want your love
We ain’t gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
“Hmm, seems like I haven’t fucked you in so long if your this tight.” Draco groans. “Then tear me apart, daddy.” You moan. Draco goes faster and harder, adjusting you to find that certain point. “Yes, right there!” You scream. “Oh, da-” You began, only to stop when Draco pulled out. “What the hell!” You shout.
“I’ll leave you like this, seems like you’ve learned your lesson.” Draco smirked. “No, I haven’t.” You say. “Really?” Draco snickered. “I want you to keep pounding into me, until your seed comes out of me and you fill me up to the brim.” You pant.
“That’s what you want?” Draco asks, you nod, “Good words to put it into.” Draco said. Shoving himself up into you again. “I want you to come into me. Breed me.” You breath. “Hmm I want to fill you up till I’m assured your having my child.” Draco kept pounding into you.
Girl, you know my intentions
I put you on the wall like a picture
Round after round to decisions
Say you wanna show me what I’m missin’
All the lights low, but we lit up
I don’t let you down if I get up
Like you got a man, but you’re fed up (You want me to say your name huh?)
But you know when we get together (Karrueche)
“Come inside me! I know you want to!” You moan. “I’m coming!” Draco said, pushing himself deep into you. His seeds seeping deep into you, the erratic spurts made your eyes flutter. Draco pulled out, all the cum leaking out of you onto the floor.
All eyes on me
I need your attention
Put your body on me
You the one I’m missin’
All eyes on me
I don’t want your love
We ain’t gotta fake it
We both tryna fuck
You both got dressed, cum still leaking out of you. You went outside with Draco, “Oh my.” Everyone stared at the two of you. Draco put an arm around your waist, protectively.
BBC One will be airing their production of War and Peace, because we really needed another one of those, with some rather unexpected casting. Lily James as Natasha Rostova is hardly surprising, as she’s currently sailing on a cloud of corseted success from Downton Abbey and Cinderella, with Pride and Prejudice and Zombies rolling out next year. Grantchester’s James Norton twists away from rival blond costume ingenue Holliday Granger (Lucrezia Borgia, Bonnie of Bonnie and Clyde, and Cinderella’s stepsister–not the one played by Daisy by Downton Abbey, the blond one) in Lady Chatterley’s Lover (where he’s the crippled husband, not the hunky gamekeeper, leaving that to Lily James’ Prince Charming from Cinderella, Richard Madden, better known as Robb Stark, but Lily’s getting him back as Romeo to her Juliet for a Branagh play as well, because why the hell not–are you following this? I haven’t figured out how to make a chart yet) to uniform up as Prince Andrei Bolkonsky (right). This is honestly the hardest one for me, because James Norton does nothing for me, but I’ve always thought of Prince Andrei as one of the hotties of classical literature.
(Not pictured here: One of the hotties of classical literature.)
Dweebing his way into this tangled web is Paul Dano as Pierre Bezukhov, who is pretty dweeby, but I still can’t see him as anything but the Nietzsche fanboy brother in Little Miss Sunshine. Pierre’s always been a lame, boring character, so moving on from him.
Before we get to the costume I really want to bitch about, though, can we have a snicker at Tom Burke (better known as The Musketeers’ Athos), who thought this was a pirate movie?
Arrrrrrr, maties. How do you say “maties” in Russian? I have no idea. Not really known for their piracy, the Russians, although Peter the Great built a fairly badass navy, because Peter the Great.
One more before we get to the main event.
Tuppence Middleton as Pierre’s slutty and manipulative wife, Helene Kuragina, who has strolled in from something set in the early 1930s, when you could still rock a jazzy tiara with a cowlneck slip dress thing. This is rather a pretty dress, and I suspect Middleton will be able to saunter around in it exactly the way it wishes to be sauntered in. However, not pictured here: Napoleonic War fashion.
Okay, here it comes.
Yes, that is Gillian Anderson. In either a prom or bridesmaid dress, you pick.
Which somebody, having heard that Napoleonic War-era fashion was classically influenced and all, threw a chunk of organza around and stuck a cameo on it and called it a day.
Yes, that is a bare shoulder. In the first picture, you can see how the sleeved side pulls up under the bust, while the sleeveless side sags down, because the prom dress doesn’t fit at all under the bust, and is desperately wriggling around, begging for some support.
What have we learned here? We have learned that in an empire waist dress (particularly one cut like this, right under the bust, and going straight to the skirt, with only a seam and no waist embellishment or tape or anything) there is nowhere much to put the rigid structure required to give the girls comfortable baskets, and they get what they can from the dress, because with a ONE-SHOULDERED DRESS you can’t wear a proper set of stays underneath (at this point they still had shoulder straps) to provide historically accurate support. We have learned that a one-sleeved prom dress does not a War of 1812 costume make. We have learned that we can’t even rely on the BBC, of all people, to get circa 1812 costumes, of all things, despite the number of Jane Austen productions which must have filled the costume warehouses by now. We have learned things we definitely did not want to know.
A/N: Inspired by that page in the Star Wars Propaganda book 👀 ( http://moghedien.tumblr.com/post/153996510369/ ). Also a bit by the Rouge One VR thing on Playstation. Also I didn’t mean for this to be multichapter story but?? It just sorta happened?? Whoops.
I remember how I stood in line with the numerous other recruits, dressed in the iconic orange coveralls, hands folded behind our backs. Finally, I had gathered the courage to join the Resistance, to fight, to fly. General Organa herself had looked each of us up and down, silently judging us, seeing for the first time what we could be capable of. Since then we’d come far. We’d long since completed training and began to make a name for ourselves at the main base.
Anon: Imagine Pietro and Wanda fighting over you ~ For the Wanda and pietro one, funny and fluffy, and in the end chooses Wanda
Anon: Could you do a Jealous Wanda fanfic? Maybe some fluff in the end?Maybe together with the ‘choosin between Wanda bad pietro’ imagine anon asked for?
Note: I’m so sorry if this is terrible. :( I’ll redo it later if you want, I’m on a lot of medication right now.
Pietro stood across from his sister
with a comical pout, arms crossed and legs twitching in impatience
thanks to her stubbornness. She too was glaring, hands on her hips
and chin held high in direct challenge.
“I know what you’re doing.” He was
the first to break the silence, pout morphing into an angry scowl.
“And I do not like it.”
“That’s too bad brother.” She
snapped back right away. “Because I like her too.”
“But what if she likes me?” The
silver haired man whined. “What then? Am I supposed to do nothing?”
She hesitated and he didn’t catch the
hurt in her eyes before she shook it off.
“If she chooses you then… So be
it.” He smirked and went to continue, but she wasn’t finished.
“But Pietro, please know this: I will
fight for her heart with all my being.”
“Game on then, sister.”
It’s always in the little things, isn’t
it? At first you didn’t really notice much- perhaps Pietro was a
little too helpful when you were moving your furniture around, maybe
Wanda was a little too touchy when you worked out together… But
what really got your attention were the nicknames.
Wanda was the first to slip when she
called you 'princess’ in Sokovian, the term sliding off her lips
naturally. Her brother, on the other side of the common room, was
almost immediately next to her and rambling angrily in their mother
tongue. More than a little amused, you watched as he began to gesture
wildly, practically flailing his arms about, and her finger jabbed
him hard in the chest repeatedly until you were sure he’d have many
“Okaaay, well then!” You collected
your tea and book before standing up to go. “Steve’s expecting me,
so I’ll see you later. Later Quicksilver! And bye bye… darling.”
She whipped her head around to stare
at you but you were already skipping down the hall, giggling madly at
how they had both stopped dead in their tracks.
Next was Pietro, who was not to be
outdone. He and Wanda had just gotten done sparring when he walked
passed you, murmuring, “Looking good, pretty girl.” Not missing a
beat you looked up from your weights and winked at him.
“You’re not so bad yourself, baby.”
Gaping for a moment, he was quick to recover. The new smirk on his
face was gone with a flash though when Wanda, out of nowhere, smacked
him in the ass with a hot ball of molecular energy. He howled and
rolled on the floor, shouting curses in both English and Sokovian as
his sister looked on with faux innocence.
“Wanda, what are you doing?” Sam
was somewhere between hysterical laughter and sincere concern as he
fought to keep his composure (unlike you, who was already choking
back tears from laughing too hard) while he scolded her.
“Is my bad, I thought he was
looking.” She shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at you out of the
corner of her eye. Sam didn’t miss the way she smiled softly when you
accidentally snorted between chuckles.
“Oh, so it’s like that…”
It was only when you sat across from
the two of them at dinner that it became obvious that things were
becoming a little too problematic. The twins alternated between
glaring at one another and giving you sweet compliments or capturing
your attention with a funny comment.
At the counter, Sam tried to stay
quiet as his shoulders shook in mirth.
“Printsessa, may I steal your for a
girls night tonight?” Wanda pleaded with you when he took too large
of a bite to refute her offer in time.
“I can’t tonight, actually. Pietro
already asked me to show him Star Wars. Maybe tomorrow though.” You
murmured distractedly with your eyes on your phone so you missed how
crumbs went flying as he stuck his tongue out at her childishly.
“But I’m going on a mission tomorrow
night, he’ll still be here. Pretty pleeease?” She persisted, a hint
of desperation entering her voice. You looked up and blinked in
surprise at the ridiculous puppy-dog pout she was giving you. “With
a… A… How you say… Chair on top?”
Nearly swooning at the adorableness,
you managed to hold back a blush before turning to a certain raging
“But I asked fiiirst.” He whined,
tilting his head to give you a pout of his own.
“Nope!” You threw up your hands
and shook your head, wagging a finger at him. “You are not
gonna manipulate me here! Wanda tonight, then you tomorrow and that’s
FINAL.” He went to complain more, but you weren’t finished it.
“Is that okay, baby?”
Pretty much melting in place, he grumpily agreed and went back to his
food as you stood up to use the bathroom. He waited until you had
disappeared down the hallway before turning to her with a very smug
and satisfied grin.
“She called me baby. I think I know
who’s gonna win here…”
Wanda huffed and puffed a few times, pushing a piece of zucchini
around her plate in circles as she tried to ignore the urge to knock
her brother’s dish over. When he winked and waggled his eyebrows at
her however, that self control went out the window and poof! Just
like that, he was covered in steaming hot lasagna and her spirits
were very much lifted when he shouted and disappeared in a flash.
“So when were you gonna tell me about all this, darling?” Your
voice, thick with hidden laughter, made her freeze mid-giggle. She
turned to you slowly, gulping nervously when she saw you leaning
casually against the fridge and staring at her. She knew by your
quirked brow and small smirk that you had seen the whole exchange and
that you wouldn’t be letting it go any time soon.
Wanda faltered for a moment, her eyes falling to the table where
she began to pick at her napkin. She worried her lip between her
teeth as you began to slowly walk over to her, placing yourself right
next to her so that you could face her. You touched her elbow
reassuringly and she took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She took
a moment to study your features before speaking, her gaze trailing
from the tip of your cute nose to the edge of your lips. Ending up on
your eyes, she saw how many shades were mixed together in beautiful
“Pietro and I… It seems that we have a lot in common.”
Licking her lips, she strained to keep eye contact so that she could
watch your reaction. “We both have feelings for the same person.”
“Me…” You softly murmured, gently laying a hand on hers that
was still tearing off pieces of the napkin. Not trusting her voice,
Wanda merely nodded at you. She was confused however, when a large
grin stretched across your face.
“I’m surprised it took you this long. Hasn’t the 'game been on’
for like two weeks now?” It took her a second, but once she
remembered her twin’s words her eyes widened dramatically and her
mouth dropped open.
“Oh yes, definitely. You two picked the least private place to
have it out. The hallway? Really?” You snickered. “After that I
just wanted to see what you two would try to do! Figured it might be
entertaining.” Grinning as you teased her, you soothed the blow by
rubbing your fingers against hers softly. The intimate action had her
shivering at the contact.
The brunette went to ask you the obvious question but hesitated,
lowering her gaze to your entwined hands. She flipped hers over so
that she could properly hold your hand before turning back to you
with a curious gaze.
“You already had hold of my heart, Wanda. You just had to ask
for it.” You leaned forward to kiss her cheek and were pleasantly
surprised when she turned to brush her lips against yours instead in
a feather-light kiss.
“this would be a bad time to kiss you, wouldn’t it?”
“seokjin,” you breathe, blowing your fringe from your face while you’re at it, “we’re squished between the cabinet in the lab. i think you’re fishing your luck here,”
“but you’re so pretty,” he whispers, and you try not to roll your eyes because seokjin has a way of saying things in the most sincere tone that makes your heart swell. every syllable doesn’t go to waste, kissing your skin after it tastes his tongue and it trickles off to let the shivers run down your spine. it’s as if minutes ago the both of you hadn’t been scrambling to hide yourselves in attempts of playing it cool that trespassing was fine.
hell no it wasn’t.
but when you’re stuck here in limited space, chest to chest with legs tangled in between as you look up to seokjin, it’s hard to say otherwise.
“c’mon… we’ll need to wait until the guards leave so can i kiss you?”
“we can barely move our arms, jinnie,”
“doesn’t matter. i could use my lips,”
“if you can reach me, kiss me all you want,” you lay it out on the table, chin jutting out and seokjin bites on the bait, hard. he inches forward to his best ability and you’re chuckling when all he manages is a light peck that he presses to your lips. it’s funny, watching him struggle because seokjin doesn’t back down when he wants something and two, he loves kissing, three, all the more with you and only you.
so this is pretty damn hilarious as he leans back to his original position with a huff, now shaking his head, “the lord is testing me,”
with the tilting of your head, you snicker, “oh, is he?”
“…i really want to just slam you against the wall and kiss you,”
“well, we’re not too far from that situation now are we?”
“when we get out of here, i’m kissing the fuck out of you.”
I hope it's still open if not go ahead and delete this but can I please have a jealous Hanamiya because he's soo has been working on a project for school with another guy (nsfw if possible)
“So, I think if we make our poster on the modern world issues it’ll turn out pretty well.” Your partner, Furuhashi, told you and wrote down a few ideas.
“Oh, maybe. I think if we include deforestation or something like that it’ll be good.” You agreed. He wrote down some more.
“Can you grab a textbook? I think the teacher has some on his desk.” Furuhashi asked. You nodded and headed toward the desk. You reached for the textbook when someone snatched it out of your hands.
“Thanks, maybe you should get one for yourself so you and your partner don’t struggle.” Hanamiya growled at you. You scoffed and snatched another book and stomped back to your desk.
“What was that?” Furuhashi asked.
“Just a genius being an idiot.” You rolled your eyes and opened the book. The bell rang after about fifteen minutes of researching and you returned the book to head for your lunch break.
“Hey, ____, do you want to-” Hanamiya almost asked you to join him for lunch when Furuhashi took over.
“Can we eat together? Maybe we can work on our project some more.” he smiled, although his eyes looked dead.
“Sure, where do you want to go?”
“Anywhere is fine. I think it’s nice out, how’s the roof sound?” He pointed upward. You agreed and grabbed your bag to head up with him. Hanamiya rolled his eyes and threw himself into the chair next to Hara.
“What’s up?” Hara blew a bubble with his gum. Hanamiya shrugged.
“Is it just me, or is Furuhashi getting salty lately?” Hanamiya asked subtly. Yamazaki and Hara cracked up, waking Seto from his nap.
“Hey, Seto, Coach thinks Furu is salty. What do you think?” Hara giggled.
“Oh, I think since he started spending more time with ____ he’s gotten ignorant, like he’s hot shit or something.” Seto mumbled. The two others went silent.
“Well, I guess.”
“Told you.” Hanamiya stabbed into his lunch with his chopsticks and cracked one in half.
“Man, are you sure you’re not jealous of him or something?” Seto took the eating-utensils-turned-murder-weapon from Hanamiya and handed him a different pair.
“Jealous? Why would I be jealous?”
“Do you like ___?” Yamazaki interjected. Hanamiya remained silent.
“Whatever. Eat your lunch fast, we’re gathering a team meeting.” Hanamiya announced.
“____ too? She’s the manager.” Hara smirked. Hanamiya nodded.
Soon after, the team stormed onto the roof and you looked at them, confused. Furuhashi looked annoyed. But not nearly annoyed as Hanamiya.
“Team meeting.” Hara explained when he sat down next to Furuhashi.
“I’ve called this meeting to order to discuss having a training camp.” Hanamiya said proudly. You stared at him.
“I don’t need to go.” You said.
“Do too, it’s at your house.”
“You live in an apartment alone, right? Then we don’t have interruptions during planning or strategizng.” He explained. You glared.
“I ain’t throwin’ five boys in my personal space.” You ruined your grammar because you knew it bugged Hanamiya, it reminded him of Imayoshi somehow.
“Get over it, clean your house, bring out five futons, because we’re having a camp this weekend.” He confirmed. The boys nodded in agreement and you sighed in defeat.
Three days later, only one of the boys was standing at your door three hours early.
“Hanamiya, what are you doing here already? I haven’t even set anything up.”
“I’m going to help.”
“God.” He followed you in and you pointed to the closet.
“Futons are here, put them in the living room.” He took two and threw them on the floor.
“Is here good?” He stepped on one and nudged it around.
“It’s fine, get the last one.” You threw the one you were holding down.
“You only have four?” He dropped the last one. You shrugged.
“I didn’t think I needed any. I think one of you could crash on the couch.” Hanamiya sat on the couch.
“I mean I would but…” He stood up and walked down the small hallway. You followed him and ended up in your room.
“What are you doing?”
“I’d like to sleep here.” He lay down on your bed.
“We can share.” He grabbed your arm and pulled you on top of him.
“Hell no, Sleep on the couch or bring a bed of your own.” You tried to get off him but he ended up flipping your positions so you were below him and he had your arms pinned down.
“Hanamiya, this isn’t funny.”
“I’m not playing.” He stared at you.
“I’m serious this is weird.”
“You know, I don’t like how you partnered with Furuhashi rather than me for the project.” He told you softly. You stared at him quietly.
“What does that matter?”
“Seto told me I might be jealous that he gets to work so close to you.” He leaned closer to your face and rested his forehead on yours.
“Sorry. I didn’t think you thought of me as friend.” You shut your eyes.
“I think of you as a lot.” He kissed you gently.
“I thought you were more of an asshole than this.” You opened your eyes again when he pulled away.
“That’s only in basketball. I’m not a full-time dick.” He smiled.
“Well that’s cool, but you still aren’t sleeping in my bed this weekend.” You told him.
“What? It’s why I organized this whole thing, I wanted to get in bed with you. No one said what we had to do, I just wanted you do something.” He snickered.
“Really? Then, fuck you for bringing the other guys over, now I have to provide food and stuff. Why didn’t you just hop in one day and confess or whatever you just did?”
For prompts: Winteriron, set sometime when the public doesn't know Bucky is alive. Tony is at a fundraiser/event, with fancy suit and dancing and all, while Bucky watches from somewhere, unnoticed by (almost?) everyone. Bucky obviously can't dance with Tony there, so they dance after the event, back at the tower in private.
“You know, I understand being protective, but
Tony and you aren’t even dating, and Tony can defend himself if someone is
stupid enough to attack him,” Clint said from his spot on roof.
Bucky huffed in annoyance as he peered down
through the glass ceiling and watched the extravagant party below. It was the
kind of ritzy shindig only the rich could afford, and Tony was in the center of
it, sipping champagne and laughing at some woman’s joke. He kept close to
Pepper, but on occasion the two would wander away from each other then meet up
again a few minutes later.
Bucky wanted to put on a tux and make a grand
entrance that would make Cinderella green with jealousy, but he knew he
couldn’t. Personally he thought he could—no one would expect a dead guy at this
event—but Steve and his SHIELD buddies had insisted. In fact, Bucky was eighty
percent sure Clint had tagged along to spy on Tony because of an order from
“You could ask him out,” Clint said,
unperturbed by Bucky’s silence. “He certainly thinks you’re attractive. He is
worried that you might secretly be a vampire though.”
Bucky side-eyed Clint.
Clint grinned. “I’m just the messenger.”
Bucky scoffed and went back to watching Tony.
Tony only danced with Pepper, and when he did
it was very brief. He appeared to have some talent, but he didn’t indulge long
enough in the activity for Bucky to be sure.
It made Bucky want to go down there and dance
with Tony to find out.
The night remained a constant struggle for
Bucky. He was torn between his desire and what he’d been told was best, and
after years of having to obey orders, the temptation to rebel was twice as
He tailed Tony back to the tower. He waited a
few minutes after arriving before following Tony up to the common room where
Tony was laughing and chatting with Steve and Natasha about the evening.
“I really pity Pepper,” Tony snickered. “Poor
woman wanted to dance, but I just could not keep up with her. I’m terrible.”
The comment gave Bucky pause. That was not at
all what Bucky had seen.
“Oh, Bucky, there you are,” Steve said upon
noticing Bucky’s arrival. “Tony was just telling us about his night.”
“A tragedy for Pepper’s toes it would seem,”
“Really?” Bucky cocked his head, letting some
of his confusion show.
Tony nodded and scrunched his nose. “Had to
take lessons when I was younger, but I had and have no skills.”
Bucky held out his hand. “May I?”
Tony frowned. “May you what?”
“Dance with you,” Bucky stated.
Tony’s mouth formed a perfect “O”. He shook
his head and waved off Bucky’s request. “You don’t want to do that. Spare
yourself the pain.”
“Steve says I was a good dancer. Let’s see if
I still am. If I suck I can blame it on you.” Bucky smirked.
Tony was thrown for a moment. “You’re using
me as a scapegoat?”
Bucky grinned. “Why not?”
“I want to see this,” Natasha said.
Steve smiled. “Same here.”
Tony shook his head, but finally took Bucky’s
hand. “All of you are either sadists or masochists.”
Bucky rested his other hand on Tony’s
shoulder. “Do you want to lead?” Bucky shifted his hand to Tony’s hip. “Or
Tony lucked Bucky’s hand off his hip and laid
it on his shoulder. He then touched Bucky’s hip. “I’ll lead. That way no one
can argue that it’s your dancing skills that led to the tragedy that is about
“Doesn’t seem like tragedy to me so far.”
Bucky smiled, taking probably a little too much joy in the fact that he got to
hold Tony’s hand and have Tony touch his hip.
Eren and Levi stuck in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven?
Takes place in the Older Brother! Eren verse, where Eren is 21 and Levi is 17.
“Okay, Eren, it’s your turn to pick,” Izzy said, lifting her
lips from the rim of her red solo cup to give him a crooked smile.
“Come on.” She gave him her signature look, arms akimbo and one hip
cocked in utter defiance. Eren had been on the receiving end of that sass more
times than he could count. It reminded him so much of how good it felt to be back home that he couldn’t even pretend to be annoyed.
“This is so stupid,” Eren said, grabbing the upturned beanie
sitting in the middle of the floor. “It’s not enough that I let you have this
party while mom and dad are upstate?”
“You didn’t let me
do anything,” Izzy responded, rolling her eyes, but there was a sharper, more deadly
note to her voice that Eren caught, even if her friends laughed. “I’m old
enough to have a party if I want. I live here too.”
“Oh really?” Eren snickered, feeling the folded pieces of
paper catching at the edges of his fingers as he reached inside the hat.
“Remind me who bought all the booze, again?”
“Eren!” Izzy whined. “Take me to the city with you to get a fake ID
like you promised, and you’ll never have to be my supplier again.”
“Maybe when you graduate high school,” Eren taunted gently, rifling his free hand through her hair quickly just to hear her scream.
Then he turned to the rest of the group huddled on the ground in their living
room in a strange, looping circle. “And don’t get any ideas!”
Farlan laughed, but stopped abruptly when he caught Eren’s
eye. “Especially you.” The blonde boy shot a helpless look at Izzy.
“Okay, more picking, less chatting,” Izzy said, wavering her
hands in Eren’s direction and flatting the top of her ruffled hair.
Eren huffed, but pulled out a tiny piece of paper from the bottom
of the hat. The room fell silent, and it gave him no
pleasure to be the center of attention.
Looking down into his hands, he unfolded the note and read the neat, cramped letters.
“Levi,” he croaked, his head snapping up to find a pair of
cool, light blue eyes studying him from across the circle while catcalls filled
The next time Nino and Alya struck, the four of them had gone to a beach, accompanied by Nino’s parents. It was sunny, it was hot, and the day was absolutely gorgeous. Adrien had bounced excitedly in his seat for the entire drive from Paris, despite how early they had to get up in order to get to the ocean at a reasonable time of day. He had never been to the beach before for the sole purpose of hanging out.
Of course, all the fun started once they got to the beach. Both girls had opted to wear their swimsuits under their clothes, and both Adrien and Nino wore their swim trunks. Nino and Alya stripped as soon as their towels were set up on the ground, tossing shirts and shorts into their bags. Adrien hesitated, glancing around the beach for any lurking fangirls before tugging his shirt off.
Marinette was frozen, her eyes locked on Adrien’s bare back as her cheeks heated up. She had expected that Adrien would be in pretty good shape, given all of his activities. She had not been expecting him to be as incredibly fit as he was. Lean muscles crisscrossed his back and ran down his arms, and those legs…
“All I wanted was a fucking Snickers is that really so much to ask for?” Blane mumbled as he pushed on the vending machine to try to get the candy bar unstuck from it’s spot. A line of people were already behind him and starting to grow impatient.