i swear i did not mean this offensively in any way i promise

✰ * º ❛ you’re the worst sentence starters. ❜

‘  who knows their own address?  ’
‘  are we feminists? is this feminism?  ’
‘  i’m not a sidekick! i’m beyonce, not kelly rowland.  ’
‘  your cockaholism may just be about the least important thing in the world to me right now.  ’
‘  i wouldn’t call 10 a.m. ‘really early’.  ’
‘  cool! let’s add cocaine to the butt stuff.  ’
‘  you can’t leave! i love you!  ’
‘  do you even know what love means?  ’
‘  now go make me some bagel bites.  ’
‘  love isn’t about having somebody get you things. love is putting someone else’s feelings above your own. do you think you could ever do that? honestly?  ’
‘  do i look like a fitbit? i don’t give a shit about your sleep.  ’
‘  why are you yelling at me? what are you doing in my house?  ’
‘  i need you to act like a human person and pick up your damn phone when i call your skank ass!  ’
‘  you know, after i cleaned the fries off your face and put you to bed, you said something to me that was pretty dark.  ’
‘  did you wear your booby shirt?  ’
‘  if i don’t get a night off soon, i think my liver is gonna slide out of my body.  ’
‘  i’m peeing blood and i briefly forgot the word for telephone.  ’
‘  you’re right. she’s gonna hate me.  ’
‘  you think i’m an unfriendly treacherous mountain?  ’
‘  we’re adults! we can do this ourselves.  ’
‘  you’re losing your hair.  ’
‘  practicing what? dying alone?  ’
‘  i told the spice girls i was dying in order to get free concert tickets.  ’
‘  i learned blue balls were a myth when i was 12.  ’
‘  i’m not much of a cleaner.  ’
‘  you’re not much of a human!  ’
‘  did you slither out of your mothers cooch yesterday?  ’
‘  i can’t believe i finally made a new friend and i tried to bang her the first time we hung out.  ’
‘  no offense, but you’re kind of making my skin crawl.  ’
‘  i’m not comfortable about feelings.  ’
‘  aren’t we lucky we’re both in professions where we can day drink?  ’
‘  i’m glad this is a one-night thing so we can reveal all this awful shit about ourselves.  ’
‘  what do you mean you watch tv on your computer?  ’
‘  i don’t know what i’m doing here. i’m not even attracted to you.  ’
‘  you two are poison people. this is gonna end so badly.  ’
‘  if you wanna go, just go.  ’
‘  why can’t you just let this be over?  ’
‘  you and i, we’re inevitable.  ’
‘  move in with me.  ’
‘  i just humiliated myself by accepting your non-marriage proposal, i cannot now move in with you.  ’
‘  you’re just doing this as a hail mary because you know you’re about to lose me for good.  ’
‘  what i have finally realized is that the worst possible draft of my life is the one without you in it. i hate it, but you goddamn floor me.  ’
‘  oh shit… we’re gonna do this even though we know there is only one way this ends. whether in a week or twenty years, there is horrible sadness and pain coming in and we’re inviting it.  ’
‘  she stayed! you say she forced you, but we both know there’s not a person on this planet who’s ever had a good outcome trying to force you to do anything. she stayed and that means something whether you wanna admit it or not.  ’
‘  i’m not doing anything… i’m crying in my car.  ’
‘  don’t start keeping secrets now.  ’
‘  the only thing i need from you is to not make a big deal with it and be okay with how i am and the fact that you can’t fix me.  ’
‘  no, i’m mad at you because you think you can fix me! you can’t fix me! i don’t need to be fixed!  ’
‘  it’s like you have amnesia. every day you think things are gonna be different.  ’
‘  maybe you can understand this: i feel nothing.  ’
‘  i’ll be back in a couple of days.  ’
‘  you stayed? …you stayed!  ’
‘  you just said ‘boyfriend.’  ’
‘  i understand that my actions could lead you to feel a bit unwelcome and i’ll work on not being such a control freak.  ’
‘  i’m done comparing this to what normal people do.  ’
‘  normal people are terrible.  ’
‘  when i look at you, i swear i can see years years into the future with you.  ’
‘  …i love you too.  ’
‘  i’ve just heard that you’re the worst.  ’
‘  i tricked him into giving me back rubs, saying it made me horny.  ’
‘  obviously, i thought it was, like, boring as shit.  ’
‘  clearly you used to jack off to hemingway in high school.  ’
‘  i’m an irresponsible monster who burned down her apartment with a vibrator.  ’
‘  if there is even a remote possibility of breakfast and you don’t wake me up, i will never touch your dick again with any part of my body.  ’
‘  jokes on you, dummy, i’m already horny.  ’
‘  oh my god! that is so sexist and mansplain-y.  ’
‘  if ‘i love you’ is like a promise, it’s just a promise to try real hard. doesn’t mean you can’t fail.  ’
‘  i shit myself earlier and that is only the second most embarrassing thing that has happened to me today.  ’
‘  you knew who i was, you don’t get to act surprised now.  ’
‘  bam! carpe those diems!  ’
‘  i have to gone girl myself and start over where nobody knows me.  ’
‘  i’m going to have a baby.  ’
‘  i just want my kids to be sad when i die.  ’
‘  i didn’t want to kill him. i just snapped!  ’
‘  i feel guilty because of how much he suffered… and because you stabbed him on purpose.  ’
‘  you’re so getting murdered.  ’
‘  i can’t tell him my brain is broken.  ’
‘  don’t stalk me again because you suck at it.  ’
‘  back off, bitch.  ’
‘  don’t go.  ’
‘  i got your back, always.  ’
‘  you might not be useful in the radish sense, but you’re a good friend and you make people happy.  ’
‘  when i get back, you’re going to take me to a real bar and feed me cheap whiskey until i forget about that time i stopped being able to have sex with my boyfriend ever again because he took me to a bar that only served water!  ’
‘  so, would you say it’s a… problem-free philosophy? it’s like… no worries for the rest of your days?  ’
‘  did you just quote the lion king to me?  ’
‘  hey, um, so listen… i think you’re funny and cute and i’d like to take you on  a date with me for a date.  ’
‘  why did you put a murder tour on your list?  ’
‘  you even quit a rewards club because you couldn’t handle the commitment.  ’
‘  wear your stains on the outsides of your clothes.  ’
‘  see? dogs eat nachos.  ’
‘  hey, that’s your best garbage bag. you going somewhere?  ’
‘  i’ll be out by the time you get back. have fun, you deserve it… whoever she is.  ’
‘  red licorice vodka?  ’
‘  send money, loser!  ’
‘  and you date him… willingly.  ’
‘  my heart is a dumb dumb.  ’
‘  i’ve always been able to flip myself back over eventually, but… i ran out of times. this is how i am now and it’s not okay with you, nor should it be.  ’
‘  i suppose it’s good that this happened now, instead of like, ten years down the line.  ’
‘  the world is absolutely lousy with people and i hate them all. i hate everyone but you.  ’
‘  what the hell is wrong with us?  ’
‘  let’s make a pact never to feel anything around each other ever again.  ’
‘   i’ve never eaten a blueberry.  ’
‘   i’ve always had one foot out the door. with everything. especially with us.  ’
‘   so, you might just suddenly bounce out of here?  ’
‘  can we just… bail?  ’
‘  you’ve had a little too much to drink, didn’t you, buddy?  ’

Mirror For The Sun - Part 5: A Drive

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 4 - Part 6 

Summary: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other.

Warnings: swearing, panic attack/flashback

Word Count: 3392

Author’s Note: I dunno about this one. Lots of ups and downs, lots of sass. Also lots of jumping around in the timeline, so seriously, feedback welcome, let me know if I need to add some section headers to clarify…

Originally posted by marvxl-trash

Steve paces the few steps he can take in the cramped hotel bathroom, holding the phone to his ear, waiting for Natasha to pick up. He’s peeked around the door twice to make sure the others are still asleep and turned on the shower for good measure before she finally answers.

“We have a problem,” he confesses before she can finish her groggy greeting. Steve had a habit of waking up at an ungodly hour.

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Jealousy Pt3

Word Count: 1974

    A/N: oh my gosh again with the angst. I’m hoping that maybe part 4 will be the end, I just have so many things I want to put into this series! I’d love to know your feedback, and if you have any requests please let me know! Hope you enjoy!

    “Someone text you?” Y/N asked.

    “Yeah, Jughead.” he said, and he watched as her face fell. He opened the text, and sighed.

    “What does it say?” she asked quietly.

    “Please tell me Y/N is okay. I really messed up with her and I can’t stand the thought that I hurt her. I love her Archie, and I think I’m ready to admit it.” Archie read the text out loud, and Y/N backed up to the couch slowly.

    “He…he what?” she whispered. Archie’s heart fell, how could he give her up after tonight. She obviously felt something, why else would she almost kiss him. Or was it out of desperation? Only time would tell.


    It had been two days since the incident at the diner, and Y/N hadn’t talked to Jughead or Archie since then. Not only that, but she decided to skip school for both those days, deciding that she just needed some time for herself.

She’s my cherry pie! Cool drink of water such a sweet surprise! Tastes so good make a grown man cry, Sweet Cherry Pie!

    Y/n rolled over on her bed and turned off her alarm, and stared at the ceiling.

    “Nope, I can’t do this today, I’m staying home.” she mumbled, turning onto her side and closing her eyes. She fell asleep quickly.

“Jughead?” she asked, as the raven haired boy walked to her. He grabbed her hand and they walked together into the diner. He pulled her to his favourite booth in the back and they sat side by side. She snuggled into his chest, and he typed away on his laptop, occasionally leaning down and kissing her forehead. She looked up at him, and he met her gaze. She stared lovingly up into his eyes and he leaned down and planted a kiss to her lips. She closed her eyes, relishing in the moment. When she opened them again, she was met with a red headed boy in a letterman jacket. He smiled down at her, and winked.

    “Y/N! Get up!” she heard someone yell. Slowly she woke up, blinking as the light burned her eyes. She stared up at the figure hovering above her, and sure enough, it was Archie. “You need to get up, sleepyhead. Your ass is not sleeping all day.” he teased.

    “Archie leave me be.” she said, burying her head into her comforter. He quickly ripped it away from her and she groaned. “Andrews I swear to god I will end you!” she said, trying to sound annoyed, but secretly she was enjoying the company.

    “That wasn’t me.” Archie said, leaning against the door frame. Just then a weight dropped onto the other side of the mattress sending her up into the air with a shriek. She landed next to the weight, which had been Kevin. He laughed as she punched his shoulder. “Are you going to get up now?” Archie asked.

    “Nope.” Y/N stubbornly said, crossing her arms across her chest. Archie started towards her bed, and she quickly scrambled into Kevin’s arms, and buried herself into his side. “Save me from the ginger!” she yelled. Kevin wrapped his arms around Y/N.

    “You heard the girl, I have to help her.” Kevin teased and Archie groaned, sitting on the bed. “By the way, this is a nice place you’ve got here, Y/N. You live here alone?” Kevin asked.

    “Yeah, why?” she answered, unsure where the conversation was going.

    “Mind if I borrow it from time to time. I’ve got stuff I wanna do without my dad home.” Kevin said, winking down at her. Y/N rolled her eyes, and suddenly four others barged themselves into the room.

    “Sorry Kevin, she’s actually got a roommate.” Jughead said. Y/Ns gaze shot up at him, feeling the butterflies in her stomach she got anytime he was around her. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed that feeling the last couple of days. He was standing behind Betty, Veronica and Cheryl.

    “Hi Y/N.” Cheryl said, giving a sweet smile Y/N had never seen. At least not directed to her at least. She nodded a response to Cheryl, and her attention went right back to Jughead. As her gaze went back to him, she caught him staring. He smiled at her, and she quickly looked over to Betty and Veronica. The room became silent, and the seven of them stood there in a small cramped room not saying anything.

    “You going to school today?” Veronica asked, breaking the silence.

    “Nah, it’s Friday and I don’t feel like wanting to jump off a bridge today.” Y/N joked, and everyone nodded and laughed.

    “Well in that case, we’ll skip with you.” Betty said cheerily. Y/N shook her head furiously.

    “Betty, your mom will actually kill you if you skip, same with yours Cheryl. And your dad will Kevin, and so will yours Archie. And Jughead…” Jughead perked up at the sound of you saying his name. He missed the way you said it the last couple of days, it felt like home in your voice. “You need the education.”

    “Are you trying to say I’m stupid?” Jughead asked, faking offense. Y/N jumped off the bed and walked over to Jughead. She whacked him upside the head and rolled her eyes.

    “No, I’m saying you guys need to go to school. You’re smart Juggie, so be smart enough to make the decision to go.” He pretended to think about it for a second, and sighed.

    “Yeah, I don’t think so.” he said, dropping his backpack on the floor. Y/N glared up at him, and he laughed.

    “So, are you gonna let us stay or what?” Veronica asked. Y/N turned to her, and Betty gave a pleading smile.

    “Please let us stay!” She begged. Y/N thought about it for a second. She looked around at the room full of people who came to see her, to check in on her. They cared for her, which isn’t something she could say about her old family, not that they mattered, she had a new one. And they were crowding her room.

    “Make yourselves at home.” Y/N said, and everyone smiled. “But I’m not going down for the blame if any of your parents find out.” she teased.

    “Don’t worry, we’ll take the blame.” Archie said, laying down on Y/Ns bed. He turned his head over to the tv that sat in front of her bed, and he quickly sat up. “Damn you have a nice tv in here!” he said.

    “If you live alone, how’d you even afford that?” Cheryl asked. Y/N knew she didn’t mean for it to come out snobby, but she felt a bit offended by the comment.

    “I stole it from my old house. My parents never used it anyways, they were always out. And besides, they have 2 others that are nicer.” Y/N laughed.

    “Did they even care?” Betty asked.

    “No, they didn’t care about the tv, they cared more about the PlayStation 3 I took with me. Plus all the games, there was no way in hell I was leaving that.” She pointed to under the tv, on the mini entertainment center. There sat a PlayStation 3 and a stack of games beside it. Everyone turned to Y/N shocked looks on their faces.

    “Isn’t that stealing? You could get in trouble for that!” Betty exclaimed.

    “No, its mine. My uncle gave it to me before he passed away.” Y/Ns voice caught in her throat. “He was the only reason I stayed where I was for so long. So when he passed, I packed everything and left.” Everyone’s faces fell, and Y/N gave a nervous laugh. “It’s alright guys, I promise.”

    “Little Big Planet, Valkyria Chronicles, Fallout New Vegas…” Archie named off the games he saw, throwing them on the bed.

    “Hey be careful with Fallout! That ones my favourite!” Y/N said, quickly grabbing the game and holding it to her chest. Jughead laughed, and Y/N turned her head to smile up at him because he was the only one who would know that, but when she looked over, him and Betty where talking in the corner standing rather close. Kevin leaned over to Y/N.

    “I’m surprised you’re taking it so well.” Kevin whispered. “With you being madly in love with him and all.” Y/N turned to face him, and Kevin swallowed hard seeing the confusion written on her face.

    “What am I taking well?” She asked. Kevin put his finger up to his lips and shushed her.

    “Be quiet, I didn’t know you had no idea. Just drop it.” he said.

    “Kevin you are never one to drop the subject of gossip, now tell me what I don’t know!” Y/N yelled, anger bubbling up. Everyone in the room stared over to Y/N. She stood to the side of her bed with her fists balled up.

    “Kevin you told her?” Betty asked, worry very present in her voice. Y/Ns gaze shot back to Betty, and then Jughead. Both of them looked guilty as all hell, and Y/N started to put pieces together, her heart breaking. Archie stood up from the bed, obviously confused as well, and Cheryl looked just as lost.

    “Y/N sweetie-” Veronica started but Y/N shoved her hand in her face.

    “Kevin…” she said slowly. “Tell me right now.” Kevin gulped, and slowly stood from the bed, his hands in the air.

    “Betty and Jughead kissed.” he whispered. Y/n fell silent and the room got eerily quiet.

    “I am so sorry…” Betty started. “I was helping him feel better and he helped me with my sister and things just happened! Please tell me you forgive me!” Betty begged. Y/N turned to the door and stormed out. Cheryl looked at Betty and Jughead, giving them shocked looks.

    “Damn that was low. Hell even I wouldn’t do that.” she said. She turned to the door and chased after Y/N. Archie looked over to Betty, and then Jughead as well. He watched as a tear rolled down Jugheads face.

    “Who kissed who first?” Archie asked. Betty looked back to Jughead, and he stared at the ground. “Was it you Jughead?” But he didn’t get an answer. Archie rolled his eyes at the raven haired boy and then looked to the blonde. “You both knew she was in love with him, you both knew she was hurting. Jughead, you said you were ready to tell her, what the hell happened?” Archie yelled .

    “I don’t know!” Jughead yelled. “It was a mistake, we both agreed that it was! I… I can’t tell you why it happened, I guess I was so heartbroken that she hadn’t talked to me in days that I needed something…. something to make me feel better, to feel wanted!”

    “Did you even try to call Y/N?” Archie asked. Jughead opened his mouth to say something, but no words could come out.

    “Don’t even start with me Archie! I heard you tell your football friends that you came super close to kissing Y/N that night after the diner!” Jughead argued, finally finding his voice.

    “But I didn’t go through with it, because I didn’t want to ruin what you had with her! Trust me, if I wasn’t half of the decent person I am now, I would have. And I wouldn’t break her heart over and over again.” Archie turned for the door, and stopped at the frame.

    “I’m going to give you a week to fix things with her before I come in and take her for my own. You better hope she takes you back.” Archie said before leaving.

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Originally posted by begavet

Adam Raki and the Accidental Nurse

Today is my darling @hotsauce418‘s birthday and the trash possum extraordinaire requested some Spacedogs sickfic. So happy birthday hotty, I hope you enjoy <3<3<3

Also on AO3.

“Fucking cocksucking asshole cab drivers!”

If he looked at it objectively, Nigel would probably allow that there was a reason cab drivers tended not to stop for him. Six foot of glowering, tattooed Romanian was probably enough to make even your most toughened Californian cabbie lock all his doors, let alone the pussies who drove in this hoity-fucking-toity neck of the woods. Objectivity was not, however, one of Nigel’s strong points, so instead he elected to continue growling obscenities at the entire cab-driving profession as he moved down towards the back of the bus he’d been forced to mount in lieu of any other transport options.

“Motherfucking dick hole son of a fucking whore!”

“Could you please refrain from swearing until you have left the bus, please?”

Nigel swung to find the source of the soft but direct complaint, fully anticipating a welcome chance to knock some cheeky fucker’s face in. What he found, instead, was a face he wouldn’t wish to see damaged by his or any other fists for all the money in the world. Bright blue eyes, wide and innocent looking, were set in a pale, smooth-skinned face, and set off by waves of brown hair, just coming loose from the neat, careful shape they had been tamed into. Nigel took in the young man sitting opposite him, the old man clothes and stiff demeanour not remotely dimming his beauty, and immediately decided to switch from offensive to charm offensive.

He grabbed the rail above the kid’s seat and hung off it, leaning down with a smile to say, “My apologies, gorgeous, I didn’t realise I was being so uncouth. I’d hate to think I made you uncomfortable.”

The kid crossed his arms in front of himself, not meeting Nigel’s gaze, and said, “I don’t like loud noises or swearing, they make me uncomfortable. In addition, I have a very bad headache and am not feeling very well, so I would appreciate it if you could wait until you are further away before continuing your tirade. And my name is Adam,” he added. “Please don’t call me gorgeous, it is demonstrably untrue and therefore either you are mocking me, or attempting to use an endearment inappropriate for someone you have just met.”

Nigel blinked, and then gave Adam a slow look up and down. “Darling, I’m not sure what you see when you look in the mirror, but from here you are very evidently the most gorgeous thing in this whole damn state.”

At this, Adam flicked his eyes up to Nigel’s for a fraction of a second before he looked away again. He sighed and said, “I can’t tell if you mean what you say. Normally I would attempt to understand, but I’m really not feeling well enough to do so today. My stop is not far away, would you mind if we don’t talk anymore?”

“I don’t mind darling,” Nigel grinned. He was suddenly very glad to have taken the fucking bus this once, if it meant getting to sit next to this strange, pretty kid for a little while. “But in return, might I sit with you, seems like all the other seats are taken. Promise to keep my trap shut,” he added, holding his hands up as Adam narrowed his eyes. The kid peered at him – or at least, near to him – for another moment, then gave a curt nod of his head, and moved a little to the side to make space for Nigel.

True to his word, Nigel didn’t utter another syllable. He did, however, take advantage of Adam’s resolutely front-facing gaze to look his fill. At first, he simply admired the kid’s trim figure, his long legs and the way his surprisingly broad shoulders tapered into a slim waist. Eventually, though, he lifted his gaze above the kid’s neck and began to get concerned. There was sweat on Adam’s brow, and high colour in his cheeks. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was sick.

“Adam, I know I said I would be quiet, but you don’t look good, darling. Are you going to be ok?” The question drew no response, and Nigel began to get truly worried at the glassy look in Adam’s eyes. He was about to try again when the bus started to slow, and Adam stood jerkily, swaying a little as he gathered his things. Apparently this was his stop. Reluctantly, Nigel stood to let him past, already wondering if he should offer to see the kid home, if that would be unwelcome to this closed off young man. His mind was made up for him, though, when Adam fainted clean into his arms.

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Requested by anonymous from the Drabble Game.

Number 36.

Author’s note:

I saw someone requesting this to another fandom imagine page, and I thought it was really cool, so I made a fluffly Chris version of it. One request less, nine to go. Hahahahah

Update: Thank Alyssa, aka @imyourliquor-youremypoison, for helping me with my imagines. Also, go and follow her so you’ll know when she posts something brilliant (she does it a lot).

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Thanks so much to @dreadpiratedee for commissioning me to write this fic in my househusband!Steve verse! Get more info on commissioning me here. Enjoy the lovey fluff:)

“When I was little I asked my papa why he always held my daddy’s hand.” Sarah smiles, waving her arm in her parents direction. There Papa is, his hand intertwined with Dad’s. Papa’s hair is gray finally. Daddy went gray completely almost decade and a half ago. Sarah remembers them looking younger, but this is just as good.

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(It’s sappy…its adorable and its right up my alleyway!!! I love how sweet and just simple the idea of having someone with you for almost a year. I have never had that pleasure but let me tell you this, I have seen all the beautiful and amazing things that are in a relationship. Thank you for allowing me to bring this idea to life Anon. Enjoy this sweetie!!! ^_^ Mod Firefly)

Dressed in traditional kimono and ceremonial garments, he watched as they walked around with eyes as wide as the moon itself over Hanamura. He decided to bring them to a local festival to show how the New Year was celebrated in Hanamura. He smiled gently as they looked at all the different vendors giving out various treats from fruit filled rice balls to fried balls of dough with miso filling, as if this was the best thing in the world.

He remembered the past year with them and could not help but feel a swell of pride in his heart. They were caught in the crossfire during one of the missions but it went wrong when he was ambushed by a Talon agent. Instead of running from danger, he watched them grab something and tried to save him as he was trying to find a single arrow to launch at the newest target. They got away with a new scar on their hand from the blade but also made away with this serious man’s heart.

“(Y/N)-san, are you having fun?” He smiled as he saw them smiling at one of the many puppet shows that was put on during their walk. “Oh yes, Shimada-sama” They smiled as he shook his head and walked closer to them. “I told you to call me Hanzo, my dearest.” He smiles as they blush and nod before looking down at their hands. “I guess old habits die hard, I am sorry.” Was whispered as he holds their chin gently in his hands and smiles at them. It was true because they were first just colleagues working for Overwatch but after that day and seeing them just a strong as they were quiet, it made him feel like he was not truly alone anymore.

“Do not apologize, I understand how hard it is to change but we will have forever to work on each other. If you will have me?” He questions as they smile and hold his hands gently by laying theirs over his. “I would have no other.” He smiles at their reply as he watches their eyes and leans in for a kiss just as the New Year rang in.

This was his promise, to love, honor and protect them, all of that was expressed in a kiss that was shared with the one who pierced his heart.

“Let’s get this party started!” He would yell as he spun a new song from the DJ booth he had playing at since they started this party about 3 hours ago. Hollywood was hopping and he loved watching the love of his life dance around, glow sticks around their neck and laughing as they drank something that looked like punch from a glass. He smiled as he started to feel the beat get amplified as he remembers that it was a night like this when they first met.

He was DJing a new club not far from here when they bumped into each other last New Year’s Eve, spilling drinks and him dropping the mix tape he had made just for the club. He went crazy trying to find it but was surprised when he went to the studio that it was supposed to be at and saw that they were listening to the song as he smiles. “Sorry, is this yours?” They say with a smile as he nods and to this day; they have been inseparable. He has took them on a few of his tours and even introduced them to his family, only to be surprised that his family seemed to be attached to them.

He finally told them he was in Overwatch yet they smiled as they held his hand and told him that they are not leaving him alone. He was surprised and told them that he was going to keep them safe, swearing that every single song he writes will be because of their inspiration to him. He as only took them on one mission and seeing that they were as great with music, but for more of an offense and could make any instrument out of air, making it a weapon or beauty, he has decided to make sure that he keep them safe.

He smiles as he walks to them, his music still playing as he pulls them to his arms and then leads them away from some fans that were asking questions. “Thanks for the save, DJ” They wink as he smiles and lets them pick the next songs all the way until midnight, happy that he gets to spend the next year with them, just hoping that maybe this year, he is hoping to release more duets than he is singles.

All this man wants at this very moment are his whiskey, his cigar and the love of his life (other than his gun and hat) in his arms as they watch some older westerns on the TV in his room. He was invited to a party by Tracer and Mercy but seeing how he just got back from a mission, he wanted a chance to be with them and do something other than train or talk about missions.

“Darlin’ just let me say that I love being with you rather than be stuck on some point.” He smiles as they laugh and kiss his cheek. “I know Jes, you have said that about 10 times tonight.” He can’t help but smile as he plays with their hair and thinks back over the last year with them. They knew each other during his Deadlock days but he started to really fall for them for right after he joined Blackwatch but only confessed when he joined them on the recall.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about cowboy?” They smile at him as he pets their hair again and smiles. “Just that a lot has happened in the past year and it has been an amazing year. I mean, we have been friends for so long, I knew I would fall for you but I did not realize I would fall this hard.” He says and knows that he has their undivided attention and he holds them with a gentle smile on his face.

“I mean, when we met, I was runnin’ from those that wanted the price on my neck yet when you found me, all bloody and near death, you risked your life and saved a total stranger. Hell, I slept in your bed the first night we met.” He laughs as they smirk. “You got blood on my sheets cowboy and you also were going to bleed to death unless I did something so I just saved ya.” They shrugged and he shakes he head before looking at the tv, still talking.

“That’s the thing, when you found out about my true past, you didn’t run or try to turn me in, you asked me what was more important; our friendship or my past. I knew then that you were going to be an amazing person to have around. You didn’t judge me when I was with Blackwatch but always told me to be careful or I would be in more trouble than anything I could be on a mission.” He laughs as they smile and nod.

“Then when it was disbanded, you still stayed by my side and loved all of my stupid quirks. I am just sorry it took me until this close to the new year to say this.” He stands up and shocks them as he gets down on one knee as the clock tolls Midnight.

“Wanna marry this old cowboy?”

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All Would Be Well (WinterIron)

I have this… thing I began to write in a plane and finished to write totally jet-lagged and with a brain not fully online.

As life kinda sucks these last days with all these awful people, I thought that a bit of fluff, although very badly written, would maybe help some people feel better. Or maybe juste one, but that’s already great.

Anyway. There are Harry Potter spoils in there, so if you haven’t read the books or watched the movies, maybe avoid reading this?

Take care of yourself :)

Everything began when Bucky, shyly and kinda awkwardly, came to see him in his workshop on a sunny afternoon – well, at least he guessed it was sunny, he hadn’t actually seen the sun in… a while – and asked:

‘You said I could come and see you if I had any question, right?’

Eyebrows raised, Tony shut down the experiment he was currently working on and turned his whole attention to Bucky, looking at him curiously.

‘Sure. What’s up? Problem with the arm?’

‘Uh, no. The arm’s fine. Great, actually. It’s just that, well, it’s kinda stupid, but I wanted to ask you if maybe… Do you have any book recommendation?’ he finally asked all in a rush, making it near incomprehensible.

With an encouraging smile, Tony clapped a hand on his shoulder.

‘Come on Bucky, you should know I’m not one to judge. Say that again?’ 

‘I like reading,’ the supersoldier mumbled. ‘Well, I liked reading, at least. Haven’t had time to open a book for a while. And uh, I know you’ve got tons of them on your StarkPads, and there’s probably a library in here somewhere, but it’s just that I have absolutely no idea of where to begin. And I asked Steve to help me, but we don’t exactly have the same kind of tastes, and I asked Barton but he likes these stupid romantic books and…’

‘Got it. Say no more, I’m pretty sure I have what you need. Come on, I have it in my room.’

‘No library in here, then?’ 

‘Oh yeah, there’s one – use it whenever you want, by the way, Jarvis’ll be happy to help you if you need it. I think there’s even a bookshop somewhere on the public levels. But what I’m going to show you is special. You’ll see.’

Curious, Bucky followed him to his room, looking around once they arrived. He hadn’t actually set a foot in Tony’s quarters yet, rather staying in the communal area or his own room, but he liked what he saw. Modern designs and different grays with the odd touch of color. He couldn’t help a smile when he entered Tony’s room and saw the huge bed, the dozen of pillows on it, and… He took a step closer, frowning and getting a better look at the drawings framed and hung right above the bed. One of them was obviously one of Steve’s, light and dark grays showing Iron Man in the middle of a fight, so realistic it almost felt to Bucky as if he could feel cold metal under his fingers if he were to touch it. The other one was of Dora the Explorer, colors not exactly right where they should be, even if the whole thing looked as if it had been made with love; it was signed in pink in big letters, smaller letters stating ‘thanks for the watch and for everything, Tony!’.

‘This one makes for a crazy midnight story,’ the engineer said softly, looking at the drawing, smile audible in his voice. ‘Remind me to tell you.’

‘Is it one of these stories where you almost die?’

‘Uh… Well, yeah. But this particular part is funny, I swear. Here, that’s the book.’

Bucky turned around and looked at the slim, red book Tony was holding in his hands, almost solemnly. The title – Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone – vaguely reminded him of something. He took it carefully and looked at the picture of a young boy with round glasses standing in front of a train. When he opened it, he discovered a carefully crafted signature inside, of what looked to be the author herself.

‘She sold it a few years back to collect money for her charity. It’s one of the first books that were edited, about twenty years back. It’s got a typo somewhere, maybe you’ll see it. I’ve got a cheaper version of it in the library, the American one, but this way you can have, you know… the whole experience, I guess.’

‘Are you sure, Tony? That looks more like it should be kept in a museum somewhere.’

‘You’re not totally wrong,’ Tony admitted. ‘But you’ll take care of it. I trust you,’ he added in a soft voice.

A few silent seconds passed, both of them determinedly looking at everything but each other, until Bucky awkwardly cleared his throat.

‘No offense, 'cause I can definitely see that you care about this book, but isn’t it like a… book for children, maybe? I mean, I kinda remember seeing it before, and hearing about it, but was mostly, well, children, who read it.’

‘Oh, but it is. This one is probably the less adult-y one, but wait till you see the six others and-’

‘There are seven of them?’

‘Yeah. Far from enough, sadly,’ he sighed. ‘I tried bribing the author so she’d write more, but it didn’t’t work. Figure. Anyway, let’s make a deal, okay? Trust me on this one book and try to read it. No pressure, take your time, but read it. You don’t like it, no worries, lots of other books to read. But I think you’ll like it. Deal?’

‘Well, it is pretty short, so I sure can try. Deal. I’ll tell you about it in a few days.’

Instead of a few days later, it was actually a few hours later, in the middle of the night, when someone knocked at Tony’s door, making it startle lightly. He closed the book he was currently reading – Stephen King, a classic – and stood up quickly, walking to the door. Bucky was waiting on the other side, sheepish smile on his face and book tucked safely under his arm.

‘I asked Jarvis if you were sleeping, but he told me I could come and see you. God, Tony, that was amazing! Are the other six as good as this one?’

Tony grinned at Bucky’s sparkling eyes and opened the door, gesturing for him to come inside; he nodded and gently pushed him forward when the supersoldier hesitated slightly, looking at him.

‘Come on, that’s a conversation that asks for comfortable armchairs and hot chocolate. Sit down, I’ll be back in a sec.’

Slightly flabbergasted, Bucky obeyed and chose one of the two armchairs, sinking into it with a smile; Tony had a talent for choosing comfortable furniture to sit on and read, or watch television for hours. He listened to the reassuring silence for a while, enjoying the simple fact that he was safe, before Tony returned, holding a cup of steaming hot chocolate in each hand and a pack of marshmallows between his teeth. He put everything on the small table and settled on the other armchair, cradling the cup between his hands and looking at Bucky with a crooked smile.

‘To answer your question, yes, the other are as good as this one. I have a slight preference for the third and last one, but that’s just me; everybody has a favorite one. Come on, I need to know more. Who did you like, who did you hate?’

‘This Snape guy is a prick,’ Bucky mumbled. ‘You know, he makes me think of Howard in his worst days.’

He stood up, worried, when Tony coughed suddenly, something between a laugh and a gasp escaping him, but the engineer hold a hand up reassuringly, taking a few deep breaths.

‘Sorry. You surprised me, that’s all. I actually think the same thing, you know, but I thought you and Steve were… pals with him? I mean, the way he talked about you-’

‘He helped us, yeah, but I always thought he was a prick, and an arrogant one with that. Anyway,’ he added rather hurriedly when he noticed the way Tony had tensed up, ‘I love Hermione. So smart – she’s kinda like you actually, you know. You trust her with your life and you know you don’t risk a thing.’

Tony blushed beautifully in front of him, taking a sip of chocolate to try and hide it, and Bucky smiled inwardly; he kept talking before Tony could even think of denying it.

‘Ron’s funny, seems like the kinda guy you want to have as a friend. Harry’s great too, of course. And Quidditch! My god, Quidditch. Any way we can play Quidditch with your tech?’

‘Well, I can tell you a secret if you swear never to repeat it…’

‘I swear. Come on Tony, out with it. Quidditch?’

‘My mind tends to, uh, create funny things when I’m not totally, one hundred percent sober,’ he winced. ‘So there might be a Quidditch simulator somewhere in the lab. I’ll have to work on it for a while if you really wanna try it out but, yeah. It’s a thing.’

‘Oh my god. Tony, you are the best.’

The following afternoon – Bucky had finally got back to his room late in the night (or early in the morning) with the promise that Tony would give him the second book if he caught some sleep – Clint almost got killed by the whole Avengers team. They were all lounging in the communal room, television playing a movie in the background even if most of them were reading or talking between themselves. Bucky was fully focused on his book – this one was signed specially for Tony, a birthday gift from himself to himself – when he absentmindedly mumbled.

‘God, I love Dobby. So funny.’

The team turned in his direction and Clint’s eyes widened dramatically; he opened and closed his mouth a few times before stating:

‘Oh man, are you in for a surprise.’

After a second of silence, two very loud cracks – not totally unlike the noise an house elf made, actually – resounded, followed by a groan.

Aw, Nat, Tony!’

Hands still raised, they both glared at him, joined by all the other members of the team, except for Bucky, who was watching them with confusion.

‘What did he say?’ he asked with an eyebrow raised. 

‘Nothing. Absolutely nothing,’ answered Tony, crossing his arms. ‘Barton, I will remind you that we live in a spoiler-free house. One more remark like this one and you sleep on the roof for a week.’

Casting a quick look outside and seeing the rain falling, Clint nodded easily enough.

‘Sure. Got it. Enjoy your read, Bucky. I’ll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I don’t exist. Bye.’

No matter the time of day or night, when Bucky finished one of the books, he came to Tony and they discussed it for hours. 

That was how they discussed the very probable homosexuality or bisexuality of most of the Marauders. And how they both learned that the Marauders were not the only not-straight ones. 

That was how they discussed at length why Dobby was one of the coolest characters of the books – alongside with Neville, who strongly reminded them both of Steve pre-serum, and Luna. And that was the reason behind a Roomba called Dobby who roamed the Tower, always with one (or more) sock behind him. 

That was how they had a heated argument about shitty teachers and bullies… And how Tony finally explained the extent of Howard’s disgust for his son and the psychological scars he left behind. 

That was how Tony found himself with an armful of a sobbing Bucky who moaned about the unfairness of loosing family members and the guilt of dealing with it. 

That was how they talked about PTSD, hot chocolates in hand, sharing soft looks and shy smiles despite the hard topics. 

That was how some of the guilt and nightmares slowly disappeared.

Ironically enough, Dobby’s death – cute, funny, brave Dobby – was the reason behind their first kiss. Because what could Tony do with an angry, hurt and teary-eyed Bucky but kiss him? 

It was soft and hesitant, kinda awkward at the beginning, but so good, Bucky’s metal hand fitting perfectly on his back, his flesh hand stroking his hair, his warmth and smile only making it better. So so much better.

And even if Tony knew that Bucky would probably cry at every death that followed, would probably be as devastated at turning the last page as Tony had been a few years back, he knew. 

He knew that he would be able to make it better by kissing him, by cuddling him, by teasing them. And he knew that in the end… All would be well.

Your Savior - 31

Thank you all for your patience as I got this next chapter out, hopefully the next gap will be much shorter!


Any chapter in this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;)  (Seriously could be one of my fav convos ever!)

Any chapter may also contain: swearing, Negan being Negan, violence/gore, angst (see above), mentions of death, mentions of past sexual assault, PG adult contact, or smut (This is to avoid spoilers in future chapters. I guess read at your own risk.)

Originally posted by heyitssahvannah

Chapter 31

“Doc, I’m telling you, I’m fine.” You insisted for the hundredth time. “I haven’t had a seizure since that first day, my energy is back, I almost never get headaches any more…really, stop worrying.”

“Do you still get confused? How often are you getting headaches, honestly?” Dr. Carson persisted, professionally ignoring your previous statement.

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A Child’s Innocence (and a Demon’s Desire)

Rating: T+ (Sebastian is a creepy demon.)

Warnings: Pre-canon, so Ciel is about 10. Sexual themes, parallels between a demon’s hunger and lust. Oddly fluffy-ish at the end.

“Wait,” the boy says, clutching Sebastian’s sleeve to keep him from leaving. He is a dainty thing, barely two feet above ground and fragile, made even more so by all the horrors he’s had to endure. Sebastian could break away easily if he wanted to, but if he did, what kind of butler would he be?

“Yes, my lord? What is it you require?” he asks.

A thoughtful look clouds Ciel’s features; after a moment, seemingly having come to the decision that it is too late to turn back now, he speaks again. “Tell me, Sebastian,” he says, “are demons anything like humans?”

The unexpected display of curiosity takes Sebastian by surprise. Nevertheless, he answers. “I cannot think of many similarities, young master.”

Ciel’s nose wrinkles in distaste. It seems this is not the answer he was looking for. “But, you’re acting like a human now, aren’t you,” he pushes.

A placid smile settles on Sebastian’s (deceptively human) features. “Yes, but that is because I am currently under a contract, it is my duty to become what best suits the young master’s needs.” His smile turns the slightest bit predatory, and for a second Ciel could swear he sees a glint of sharp teeth. “Besides,” the butler says, “you should know better than anyone that there is a difference between pretense and reality, my lord.”

Ciel harrumphs, pouting outright. “I know that,” he says, crossing two spindly arms over his chest. “But you can’t be that different! You should have some similarities, like…” he pauses, looking for an appropriate comparison. “Like, for instance, you want things too, don’t you?”

“I am not plagued by greed the same way humans are, and I am more than properly equipped to resist urges of any sort, should the need arise,” Sebastian says, almost in the same tone he uses for his Latin lectures.

“What about my soul, then? You want that, don’t you?”

Something in the air shifts, the words fill the room, and, under Sebastian’s glimmering red gaze, Ciel finds it a lot harder to breathe evenly than he did a moment before. He almost considers ducking under the covers, if only so that he doesn’t have to face the piercing intensity in those hellish eyes.

“That, young master,” the butler says, leaning closer to the boy in a way that makes the young Earl’s heartbeat speed up considerably, “is not mere want.”

Ciel gulps. “W-Why not?” he asks, voice stammering a lot more visibly than he would’ve liked it to.

“It simply is not. It is not the same craving you feel for sweets, nor is it anything as superficial and fleeting as what a human feels.” This time, Ciel is quite certain Sebastian’s smile is not entirely human.

“Not all human emotions are fleeting and superficial,” he protests, ignoring the foreboding feeling in his stomach the same way he refuses to acknowledge the obvious threat looming somewhere just below Sebastian’s blood red gaze. “There’s, there’s love, for instance.”

Sebastian’s answering chuckle is wholly demonic. “Love? My, my, and what would the young master know of that?”

Ciel feels his face grow warmer. “I know that it lasts,” he says, “I know it isn’t fleeting.” A pause, then, much more quietly, “I love Lizzie, for one.”

Sebastian brushes a hand against Ciel’s cheek in a gesture so gentle it can be nothing but deliberate. “Such purity,” he murmurs, almost to himself. His gaze, already a murky red, grows even darker.

It reminds Ciel of things from his ever-present nightmares… and yet, he finds he cannot (does not want to) tear his own gaze away. Still, he musters up the courage to ask, “Why are you looking at me like that, Sebastian?”

Sebastian’s hand tangles in his hair, moving to caress the back of his neck. He doesn’t answer.

When the silence grows too much to bear, Ciel asks, “You’re hungry, is that it?”

“Yes, my lord, but I fear it is not the kind of hunger your soul alone would succeed in appeasing.” And suddenly, he’s so close that Ciel can feel his breath ghosting over his cheek as he speaks, and he knows he should push him away, order him to stop, break this sinister spell that has taken him captive.

He doesn’t.

Instead he asks, “What would? Appease your hunger, I mean?”

Sebastian’s answer comes in the form of a bruising smash of his mouth on Ciel’s. It is anything but gentle, anything but human. Maybe that is why Ciel doesn’t push him away.

Part of him is afraid; part of him fears Sebastian is going to tear him apart any moment now. He fears those sharp fangs will rip past tender skin and underdeveloped muscle, smash his brittle bones and sink straight into his heart. The other part wants to see what it would feel like if he did.

But then, much too soon, before he can even fully grasp it, Sebastian is pulling away, dragging one black-nailed thumb gingerly across his lower lip, which is the only thing he deigned to sink his teeth into. Ciel is overcome by an entirely unreasonable sort of anger. He glares at the demon. “You always tell me not to spoil my appetite,” he complains.

Sebastian’s chuckle is, once again, wholly inhuman in its somewhat-cruel sincerity. “Worry not, young master, my appetite isn’t spoiled in the least, this sampling only served to whet it further.”

“You’re a liar, you know.”

“I do not lie, my—”

“But you did, you said you could control any urge, and you can’t. You lied, Sebastian.” Ciel’s tone is sharp and accusing.

“Any human urge, my lord,” Sebastian corrects, with his placid smile back in place. “Demonic urges are a different matter, and generally much harder to rein in.”

That irrational anger flares within Ciel once more. “And yet you managed to rein it in without much trouble,” he scoffs. “You mustn’t desire my soul very much at all, then.” He isn’t quite sure why, but he finds that to be a grave offense.

“Tell me, young master, do you enjoy your sweets more when you gobble them up all at once or when you take the time to savour them?” Sebastian asks.

“When I take the time to properly savour them, I suppose,” Ciel says, “but what does that have to do with—”

“It is a poor comparison at best, but you could say it is the same with my meals, young lord. I wish to properly savour every part of you. That is why I refrained from more than a small taste.”

A small, surprised, “Oh…” is all Ciel can manage.

“Besides,” Sebastian adds, “you are still a bit too young for the kind of eating I intend to partake in.” There is something in his voice that makes Ciel’s stomach knot. The promise, perhaps. It is not an unpleasant feeling, all in all.

Ciel wants to respond, to say something, anything to prolong the moment, but Sebastian makes a show of checking his pocket watch. “It has gotten rather late,” he says. “You would do well to rest, my lord.”

As if prompted by Sebastian’s words, a yawn stretches Ciel’s mouth wide. “You’ll be here in the morning, won’t you?” Ciel asks, blinking sleepily, and Sebastian is reminded again that he is but a child.

“Of course, young master,” he assures, leaning down to plant a kiss on the boy’s forehead as he whispers, “Good night.”

When Sebastian turns to close the door, his eyes fall on his contractor’s slumbering form, and, for a brief moment, he wonders if he has more in common with humans than he originally realised.

… … … … … …

A/N: This is all pre-canon, so Ciel and Sebastian aren’t quite Ciel and Sebastian. Plus, Ciel feels all kinds of conflicting things in this fic, and I guess I was trying to emphasize the imperfections, the cracks that (even in canon) were there before they properly became Ciel and Sebastian.

I’m Like You (Part 2)

Alex Summers x Reader 

Read part 1: https://vamp-lover-663.tumblr.com/post/158611851251/im-like-you

A/N: So here is the promised part 2! If you haven’t read the first part I recommend it, but you would probably be okay honestly, just a little lost. Anyways, this is the continuation to I’m Like You, in which the reader has powers similar to the Summers boys, and Alex takes her in and teaches her how to control her powers. After knowing each other for a while the reader and Alex find themselves in a relationship, and when things heat up with Scott and Alex the reader finds herself stuck in the middle.

Written with female pronouns, but I mean no offense! This is just the way I naturally write, and I am open to writing with any pronouns you prefer, so just lemme know! Enjoy~

Warnings: Swearing

(This freaking gif, excuse me while my organs explode)

Originally posted by fyeahlucastill

You walked down the crowded hallways of Charles Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters leisurely. Your week had been full of studious training and student teaching, you were trying to become a new teacher at the school which meant you had to spend a lot of time observing Charles and how he dealt with the children. Over the past two years you had been training to not only fully control your powers, but to teach others how to do the same. Surprisingly enough it was your boyfriend, Alex, who suggested you become a teacher at the school. You were offered to join the X-men several times, but after discussing it with Alex, you decided it would be best for you to stay at the school so the two of you wouldn’t only be worrying about each other. 

You glided through the halls with ease, you knew your way around by now, and the students had become acquainted with you as well, particularly the older students who knew you through Alex. Children smiled at you as you walked by, you were almost too tired to notice, but you smiled at them in return anyways. In fact, you were so tired that you didn’t even hear the return of the school’s jet. You made your way to your room at the far end of the school, the thought of putting on pajamas and watching a movie urging you forward. 

The flow of students had thinned out substantially, and you quickly reached your room, grabbing your key out of your bag and unlocking the door. As you entered the smell of home quickly filled your nose and you let out a sigh of relief as you closed your door behind you. You scurried over to your bed, plopping down on it and laying flat on your back. Your room was a comfortable size, along with the other teachers and the X-men you had a conjoined bedroom and living room, a small bathroom attached. You had a mini-fridge connected to your wall next to your small box TV, and a small couch across from it, a couple feet away was your bed and your dresser, all the essentials.

You sat up with a sigh, kicking off your shoes when you heard the click of your door. You raised your eyebrow in that direction, the X-men weren’t supposed to be back until later tonight, unless a random student was coming into your room for some reason. Your door slowly opened and you watched as none other than your lovable boyfriend stuck his head through the growing crease, smiling at you before shooting you a wink and biting his lip. You smiled at him widely, standing up and almost sprinting to your door.

“Hey goofball,” you exclaimed, ripping your door open, grabbing Alex’s arm and pulling him inside. 

Alex laughed, “Miss me?” 

He closed the door behind him with his heel and pulled you into his chest, he still wore his black uniform from his last mission, the cold metal on the outside sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Do you even have to ask?” you questioned, breaking apart from him, and walking over to your dresser quickly. 

You ripped open the bottom drawer, revealing some of Alex’s things, he had his own room of course, but what was the fun in that? You balled up one of his t-shirts in your hand, chucking it at him along with a pair of pajama pants. 

“Thanks,” he mused, “How was your day Sweetheart?”

“Tiring, but better now,” You said, turning away from him and pulling out one of his t-shirts for yourself. 

As you began to change into his shirt you couldn’t help but looking through the corner of your eye at him, his now revealed muscles making your heart race in your chest. 

“That’s something I can agree on,” Alex mumbled, walking towards your bathroom, his change of clothes in his hand, his upper body exposed. “Pick a movie?”

“Okay, hurry,” you said to him, pulling his shirt on and discarding your own. 

The two of you had a type of system, you didn’t even question it at this point. As you heard the bathroom door close and the shower turn on you pulled open another drawer in your dresser, revealing short shorts and movies, because who kept movies in with your clothing? Why you did of course. As you changed into your shorts, discarding your dirty clothes into your laundry hamper, you browsed your movies. The two of you had seen all of them at least twice, so it was difficult for you too choose. Being indecisive, you grabbed an arm full of movies and plopped them on the floor by your couch, sitting yourself on it afterwards just to hear the shower water turn off. 

Good timing. You looked over your shoulder back at your bathroom as Alex emerged. His white t-shirt clung to his body, accompanied with his checkered pajama bottoms. His wet hair glistened in the little light your apartment provided, and your heart clenched. Alex was holding his brick of a phone in his hand, glancing down at it before noticing you and tossing it onto your bed.

“Missed calls?” you questioned, scooting over on your couch so Alex had a place to sit. 

Alex nodded, “But you’re more important.”

Alex sank down onto the couch next to you, twirling a strand of your hair around his finger. You smiled at him, letting him pull you close and melting into his arms. 

“Did you pick a movie?” he questioned you, tracing circles on your back.

“I couldn’t decide,” You shrugged.

Alex looked at you with mock annoyance before moving his hands to your shoulders and pushing you back onto the couch not-so-gently. You gasped and Alex laughed at you, pinning you beneath his weight, but not enough to hurt you. The surprised look on your face made his heart rate intensify.

“This is more fun anyways,” he said, lowering his face to yours and moving his hands to above your shoulders. 

You ran your fingers through his wet hair as Alex’s lips met yours. Despite coming from a mission, his lips were soft against yours and sent exhilarating shock waves down your spine. As soon as he tasted your lips, Alex’s hunger intensified and he was pushing closer to you, breaking away from your lips and trailing kisses down your jawline and along your neck.

“I miss you so much,” you sighed against his touch. 

“I missed you too Baby girl,” Alex said, bringing his gaze up to meet yours, his baby blue eyes full of affection, a small smirk on his lips.

Oh how you wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face. You grabbed his face in your hands, pulling him down to you, but as you did so, a loud pounding noise sounded on your door. You gasped against him, Alex’s eyes quickly darting to your door, only moving slightly, as if to block you from whatever was coming in a protective gesture. Your door quickly burst open and you couldn’t see who came through, but you recognized the voice.

“Can I count on you for anything?” a voice your recognized as Scott’s shouted, slamming the door behind him.

Alex’s jaw tightened above you, “What the hell Scott?” 

“Don’t you give me that,” Scott exclaimed walking towards the two of you angrily, well more like Alex angrily. 

Scott had barged into your room, but it was like you didn’t exist. Alex sat up from on top of you, standing to face his brother, and you quickly following suit. 

“You can’t just barge into my girlfriend’s room and tell me not to “give you that”. What. The. Hell,” Alex repeated. 

Scott let out a humorless laugh, “This is shit.I am tired of you acting like I don’t exist! How many times have you blown your brother off for her,” Scott pointed a suspecting finger at you.

“What do you-” you began, but Alex cut you off.

“Get out Scott,” he barked.

“No Alex! You’re my brother for God’s sake, I’m tired of feeling like I don’t matter to you, ever since (Y/N) entered your life she’s all you care about! What happened to me? Huh? How many times have you blown me off or not answered my calls because you were with her, how many?” Scott pushed closer to Alex, invading his personal space. 

“Scott stop,” you managed, the tension in the room making you shiver.

“Stay out of this,” Scott snapped at you, glaring in your direction. 

You could feel the heat radiating off of Alex in front of you, you could feel him losing his temper.

“Don’t you dare snap at her,” Alex snarled. “I finally have another reason to be happy Scott, and you’re pissed off at me for that? Go throw your tantrum somewhere else.”

“I deserve to be happy too!” Scott cried, “Did you forget that you were supposed to help me apply for colleges today Alex? Did you forget that sometimes, I need help too? Look around you Alex! (Y/N) is taking you from me, and you couldn’t care less, did you ever even care?” Scott barked, reaching forward and shoving Alex’s chest. 

“Don’t try and pin this on me, or (Y/N),” Alex’s hands surged forward, ready to shove Scott back, but you grabbed his arm closest to you, holding him back with all your might.

Alex’s skin was boiling, you could feel the energy bubbling up underneath his skin, Alex was about to explode, and when that happened it wouldn’t be good.

“You canceled because of the mission, but we got back early Alex! We got back early and instead of helping me, you ran to (Y/N) your whore,” Scott shouted, stepping closer to Alex yet again. 

You were pissed off at Scott for directing his mental breakdown at you, but you were worried about the outcome more, “Enough!” you yelled, your cry not budging the situation.

“You crossed the line,” Alex growled, ripping himself from your grip and shoving Scott, shoving him hard enough to knock him backwards.

You watched in utter terror as Scott’s glasses flew off of his face, pushing yourself in front of Alex, who as a reaction to Scott had exploded. You felt the energy inside Alex build up to a point that he couldn’t contain it, and as red beams shot towards Scott, Scott’s eyes did the same. With only milliseconds to react, you stepped in between the two throwing one hand towards each of them. The bright red light erupted all around you. The energy waves hitting you like a ton of bricks, your hands felt the hot energy coming from both of them absorb into your body. 

You let out a scream as overwhelming power filled your body, you were used to containing your own energy, but not others of this magnitude. Your scream was a snap back into reality for the two boys, Alex finally gaining control of his movements, quickly shutting down the flow of energy as Scott snapped his eyes shut, dropping to the ground and feeling around for his glasses. Heat danced around inside your body and you sank to the ground, your head spinning, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get the feeling to go away.  

“(Y/N),” you heard Alex cry from beside you.

The smell of charred clothing filled your nose and you gagged, placing your hands on the cold wood floor in hopes of cooling them down. You felt Alex’s hands grip your shoulders tightly, he dropped to his knees beside you and pulled you to him.

“(Y/N)…I-I’m sorry,” you heard Scott stutter from your other side, followed by hurried footsteps outside of your door, and then the noise of it slamming closed.

“(Y/N) are you okay?” Alex asked frantically beside you, “Please be okay.”

“I… I’m fine,” you managed, opening your eyes to see Alex’s. 

His sigh of relief was audible and he burred his face in the crook of your neck.

“I never meant to hurt you,” Alex said, grabbing your waist and pulling you tight against him. 

“You didn’t hurt me Alex,” your words were gravelly.

You wrapped your arms around Alex’s chest, letting his head remain where it laid. Your heart rate had slowed significantly, and Alex had started to cool down. 

“I don’t want anything to happen to you, I don’t know if I could live with myself if anything happened to you,” Alex stammered. 

“I’m okay,” you said, holding Alex tighter. 

You and Alex sat like that for some time until you heard your door creak open slowly. Alex didn’t even budge from his position, his forehead still resting on your shoulder. You glanced toward your door to see Charles and Hank, both with concerned expressions. The entire school probably felt the energy that had erupted from your spot. Instead of actually saying anything, you simply shook your head and mouthed ‘Scott’. The two left without saying anything at all. 

Alex pulled away from you slowly after they left, looking into your eyes, his had become glassy.

“I love you (Y/N),” he said.

“I love you too Alex,” you murmured to him, grabbing his hands and beginning to stand up, using the little strength you still had.

Alex quickly caught on and helped you up, picking you up bridal style and carrying you to your bed, which you sat on. He sat next to you, letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

“You’ve got to talk to him you know,” you said to Alex, referring to Scott. 

“I will,” Alex said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him. 

Alex held you in his arms, placing a kiss on your forehead, “But I won’t let him say anything bad about you again, that I can tell you.”

A small smile found it’s way to your lips, and with Alex holding you, you allowed yourself to feel at ease.  

Ok I just wanna say real quick that I’m sorry for kind of making Scott the bad guy, and I have nothing against him! He just happened to be the angsty teen of this story, but I hope this was an okay continuation anyways!

Sick As A Cat

Since my other little fic seemed to be kinda popular, I made a little follow up to it. Sequel to this. Enjoy! I’m Miraculous Trash

“Ugh, this is just too unbearable Alya!” moaned Marinette to her friend as they made their way home from school.

“I don’t see why you’re complaining,” commented Alya. “You’ve already had the flu, the worst is over for you. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’re the one who spread the thing.”

“Oh yeah? Well if that’s true how come you’re not sick then?”

“Girl, please. My family is huge, I’m practically immune to germs. No flu would dare try and get close to me.”

“Fair enough,” said Marinette with a sigh. “At least I have you, but Adrien hasn’t been at school all week!”

“I know it’s a shame,” mocked Alya as she checked her phone. “You might actually pay attention in class.”

“Oh ha ha, very funny,” said Marinette, rolling her eyes. “But it’s not just about not seeing him. When I had the flu, I was miserable. But I at least had my mom and dad to take care of me, I feel like Adrien doesn’t really have that.”

She failed to mention she also had Chat Noir looking after her, spoon feeding her soup and fluffing her pillows, but she had chalked the whole ordeal up to a fever dream. She hadn’t asked Tikki about it and Tikki hadn’t brought it up.

Alya’s face lightened at her friend’s sincerity. “Ah girl, that’s too sweet,” she said. “Ya know, I bet he’d really love some of your famous homemade chicken soup. Especially with that fancy sweet bread.”

“You’re right Alya!” said Marinette happily. “I’m gonna go home and get started. You’re the best!”

She shot off like a rocket towards her house, utterly determined. Alya couldn’t help but laugh. “Save me some of the sweet bread!” she shouted after her. “It was my idea, and you know it’s my favorite!”


“Oh Tikki, it’s perfect!” mused Marinette as she looked at her finished creation. She had truly outdone herself. In addition to making her famous soup and her mother’s signature sweet bread, she had packed the whole thing into personalized basket she had designed herself. She carefully wrapped the food so it would stay warm, and then decorated that packaging as well.

“I gotta say, Marinette, it looks as good as it smells!” chimed in Tikki. “And if it tastes half as good, it’ll probably be the best thing he’s ever eaten.”

She couldn’t help but blush. “Oh, no way. I mean he probably eats at super fancy restaurants all the time, I mean this is just something small, I mean-.”

“Marinette, stop! He’s gonna love it!”

Marinette was undoubtedly a hyperactive mixture of excitement and nerves.  Tikki made sure that she signed her name and placed it visibly in the basket so the past would not be repeating itself. She gathered her creation in her arms and prepared to venture towards Adrien’s house. She had one foot out the door when suddenly-

“Where’s Ladybug?!” cried a panicked citizen as it ran past the bakery, several more following. Marinette managed to stop one to ask what all the fuss was about, apparently a disgruntled city hall employee was wreaking havoc, something about sucking the fun out of everything.

Great. The last thing she needed right now was an akuma attack. Hopefully, Chat Noir was already on the scene and the whole ordeal would be over quickly.

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Sneaking Off - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1154
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Featuring: Team Cap
Warnings: lil angsty, swearing, crying, talk of anxiety
Requested by @midnight-music13 via messages
Bucky has a secret girlfriend. This’ll take place between post-Winter soldier and post- civil war. Team cap has to go somewhere and Bucky wants to say goodbye to someone. Once they reach the readers and her and buck do some sort of act of love (hug, somethin special) and the team realizes that it’s his girlfriend
Authors Note: this was much more angst then I first intended it to be, but dudes I am so fucking proud of some of this like omg…and school starts for me tomorrow, aghhhh


Bucky was happy with where his team was being stationed. It was a small enough town that they could easily hide out there, especially with the government on their asses. At this point, they had just enough offenses to call for their arrest, and for some reason the whole “saving the world” thing didn’t cover what they were wanted for.

It seemed that “not signing the Accords,” was the first offense, which would have been overlooked as a thanks for saving the world. But when The Winter Soldier joined the team, the tables were turned as they had a murderer and ex-HYDRA worker with them. But what really crossed the line was when Cap broke into the floating prison and got his team members out of there.

And as much as the government didn’t want to go after the other half of the Avengers, they had to. If they wouldn’t retire, then they were criminals that needed to be caught. And even though the Accord-Signing Avengers didn;t want their friends to be in trouble, there was no way to stop the Government or the other part of the team from what they were doing. And even if Tony wanted to call Cap, he knew he couldn’t. It was too dangerous.

But if being on the run wasn’t enough, technically Cap wasn’t Cap anymore. Bucky felt horrible about that, since Steve gave up the title when he fought Tony and left his shield behind. No matter how many times Steve told Bucky it wasn’t his fault, Bucky still lost sleep over how guilty he felt.

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Damage Control

Barbara and Walter have a moment.

Setting: While Jim is out taking a much-needed weekend trip with his friends, Walter and Barbara have the house to themselves. A conversation happens that was long overdue.

Timeline: Hypothetically Season 2-ish. Some time in the future-ish. That’s not very helpful, is it?

Spoilers: YES

[I just had to write a scene for the two of them, because they’re the death of me. I had this idea of Walt bringing up his identity on his own terms, with some insecurity, like in a dark room.]

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Love is a stranger (1)

Originally posted by slayalec


A/N: The next chapters will always consists of two parts, a combination of the past and/or the present and/or the future.

Pairings: Husband!Steve x reader (it’s going to rip your heart out) and Bucky x reader

Warnings: some swear words

Word count: 1.984 (without background information)

Summary of part 1: You and Bucky go to visit an old friend to ask her for some advice concerning a very delicate predicament.

Fun fact, Minerva is actually the online platform of my home university *giggles* Listen to my inspiration for this fic here

Background information: As negotiator for the NYPD, you and Steve Rogers meet during a raid in Brooklyn. It’s love at first sight, but 4 years later your powers put your marriage at risk. Will it be Steve or Bucky to save you from the darkness?

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#ChoicesCreates Prompt

Authors Note: Because I have no life and finals started this week so I need to relieve my stress I’m starting the #ChoicesCreates Prompt thing. I’ve always done long stories but never had the courage to post them (mainly because I think people will think I’m weird that I write fanfics mostly.) and I also found a stash of some short stories/prompts and I realized most of them were like depressing and so I was like why not?

Found : Part 1 ( Chris x MC)

Summary: Life seemed great until an opportunity arose that forced you to leave the one you loved. 5 years later the two of you meet under dire circumstances. You both know what you want, but will you fight for it or wander off?

Authors Note 2.0: My entry for #ChoicesCreate. The prompt is “Not all who wander are lost.” I honestly feel like making a novel based on this quote and the prompt. It reminded me of this actual story that happened and I read about. Also that scenery is gorgeous.


Found: Part 1  (Rated T for language and sexual connotations.)

“Dear Ms.Hyoyeon,

We are pleased to announce that you got the job! KOIN Tech is proud to welcome you to our company. Enclosed is a ticket for London and some money to help you get around and settle. You must be here by Friday or else the job will go to someone else. We value priority over the little things in life.

Thank You.

KOIN Tech Management. “

Reading the letter was like reading my death certificate.

In a way it was a dream.

My parents dream.

But it wasn’t what I wanted. It was what I needed.

Yet I would be leaving the man I loved most. He would be heartbroken. Probably agree, but force his feelings inside.

I couldn’t do that to him. He’s done so much for me.

I wanted him.

But I couldn’t have him. I couldn’t force him to leave his dream of going pro or being an announcer.


I would rather…that was it.

I found a way to leave, but it wouldn’t be the best way to leave.

“What’s the occasion?” Chris grins as we sit down.

I made a candlelight dinner. At home. Some salmon steak, salad, and the most expensive wine I ever bought for us (basically I begged James for the wine cause I’m broke.)

Probably the last.

“Nothing, it’s just that I wanted to do something for us. It’s been a while since I actually did something for you.” I grin as I pour the wine.

“Fancy. And that dress is a little distracting too.” His eyes roam to where my red dress stops. Mid-thigh.

I made sure to find the sexiest dress I owned. Tonight would be our last, so I wanted to make it special.

“All the better way to enjoy this dinner. Cheers.” We raise our glasses.

Soon talking went to staring to eating to talking and then kissing.

It was a spur of a moment kind of thing.

He leaned across the table and kissed me. I got up and moved closer to him.

We kissed even more. The sweet taste of wine mixed with the flavor of his own lips made it all the better.

My hands grabbed his as he hoisted me up into the air. Our kisses growing more deep. With each kiss came a breath. And with each breath came a moment for air. And that air reminded me of how lucky I was to be alive and be with this man.

He pressed me against the wall, lowering his kisses to my neck.

A soft moan escaped my lips.

He chuckled.

“I never fail, do I?”

“Never.” He kisses me again, his tender hand on one thigh while the other was reach for the doorknob to his bedroom.

That night, for the first time, I truly lost my self.

In a sensation I would never forget with the sheets and the scent of him fufilling my every desire.

But I broke him that night.

I did what I swore I would never do.

I left him.

Without saying anything.

It was worse than what his ex did. I betrayed him and his sister.

But my father wouldn’t approve of me giving up this job for an American boy like him.


The best way to leave, was to leave unscathed.

I’m sorry Chris.

I would rather you hate me than for me to leave you in pain knowing gave us up.

But I never did.

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry this money was going towards the ungrateful brats that were te children of my father’s new family. And his rude bitch of a wife forced him to make me leave.

She knew it all.

She never wanted me to be happy.

She knew my secret.

The real reason I left.

If only I knew before I left.

The biggest regret.

And the biggest mistake you would soon want to resent.

5 Years Later

“Oh my god! Hyonie! Is that you!” Kaitlyn screeches as she tackles me to the floor.

“Oh MY GOD I MISS-GAH!” I felt her choking me.


“Was that necessary?” I cough.

“I would say a little.” Abbie frowns,” You did leave us all without a word. And you hurt Chris the most.”

I had gathered the group in my new apartment here in Connecticut.

A few miles away from Hartfeld. Where everyone else was finishing their masters or PhD.

“I’m sorry but what Abbie is saying, that’s correct. You left us. More importantly Chris. He was devastated. Torn. Practically insane after you left. You knew he was heartbroken after his girlfriend hurt him. You did the same.” James shook his head.

“Yeah same.” Zach bit his lip,” I love you but you could have at least told him.”

“You guys don’t understand. My job wasn’t why I left.”

“OH REALLY? Chris found the letter. He knew. We knew. I don’t think a job should make you leave a poor guy like him just like that.”

“You really could have talked it out Hyoyeon.” Tyler places a hand on Abbie as they all glare at me.

“Look guys, I’ve been meaning to tell you that-“
EOMMA! MY PRINCESS BROKE HER HEAD!” The little pip-squeaked voice rang throughout the apartment.

The group froze and their eyes went wide.

Out of one of the rooms came a little Asian/blonde haired girl with a pink dress and decapitated Barbie doll.

“Oh honey, don’t worry. I can fix it.” I smile and take the Barbie doll. I push the head back in and hand it back to her.

“Mommy, who are these people?” She stares at the group.

“These are my friends. Now run along Lei-Yeri. I must talk to them.” Lei-Yeri grins and runs back to her room.

“You….you…you have a daughter.” Kaitlyn sputters.

“Yeah. She’s the reason why I left. “I found I was a pregnant a month before the letter came.

I was careless and forgot to take my birth control pills.

For a while.

I ended up getting pregnant which was not the best decision for Chris to have at the time. He had his whole career in front of him.

I couldn’t let my child. My mistake. I couldn’t let it ruin him.

But I couldn’t let go of my child. The only option was to leave. Let Chris become who he was supposed to be and raise my daughter in peace.

“Oh my god…I’m so sorry!” Kaitlyn starts to cry and hugs me,” I never knew…you should have told me.”

“Hyonie…why…my lord. You must have suffered a lot!” Abbie clasps her hands.

Suddenly the entire room was filled with remorse and crying and all that forgiveness stuff.

But I got my friends back.

“You’re too kind hearted for this world, I swear.” Zach shakes his head,” You would …I mean…raising her must have been hard? And to know Chris hated you?”

“A true woman of the 21st century. Strong and amazing. “James smiled, “I just hope you won’t keep any secrets from us. We want to help. Trust me.”

“But I’m curious…why does she have blonde hair?” Abbie frowns, “I mean usually mixed kids- no offense-take after only one parent.”

I smile,” Doctors say that she just got gene lucky and inherited my looks but Chris’s hair. She got made fun of a lot though. “

“One lucky girl.” Tyler picks up a picture of us two.

“Are you planning to tell Chris?” James asks.

I sigh, “I have to. I have no other choice.”

“Umm…I’m all for telling the father but why no choice?’ Kaitlyn raises and eyebrow.

I sigh and hold in my tears,” Because…Lei-Yeri has Leukemia. And Chris is the only possible bone marrow match.”

I’m sitting across from him. He’s glaring at me.

He’s told me how much he hated me. How much I hurt him. Why would I bother showing up.

“Hurry up. My girlfriend and my teammates are waiting for me.” He twirls his straw around.

I take in a deep breath,” I need you to come to the hospital.”

He stops twirling the straw,” Why?”

“Lei-Yeri…come out dear.” I motion for Kaitlyn to let go Lei-Yeri.

She waddles towards our table.

Chris’s eyes widen.

“This is my daughter. Lei-Yeri. She had leukemia. I also have reason to believe you could be a possible bone marrow match.”

He is staring at Lei-Yeri.

“She…she…has my hair. And my nose.” He realizes who lei-Yeri is.

“I’m not asking for forgiveness. I’m just asking you to do a simple thing. Do this and I promise to never show up again.”

It took a while.

“Fine. I will.”

But who knew this would to something much more

Finished and sorry this is long and there is more than one part. If anyone likes this I will post part ii. Like I said, I don’t post cause I don’t think anyone likes my writings. Any ways @hollyashton I hope you like this prompt :). it’s probably shit tbh.

Wolfstar Oneshot

So, yes. Yes, I can! Some people asked me to write about this, and I remain my word that you guys can feel free to work on my headcanons, with the only condition that if you warn me if you do. This is the my first attempt to write a fanfiction totally in english. I’ve never been farther than my headcanons, because it’s not exactly easy to write in another language, but it was funny anyway. So don’t be hard on me, hahaha. Probably a native speaker will do it far better than me! But since I apparently don’t have the power within me to deny anything you guys ask me…Here it is! I hope you like it, and thank you very much for your ask!

This oneshot was based on this post, and was requested by this beauty here somethingwittyandironic

Title: Don’t Play Games With Me
Rated: M (some snogging and swearing)
Pairing: Wolfstar and Jily

His hands slipped around Sirius waist and he not so discreetly pulled the boy closer, their side bodies touching lightly. They were standing in the common room, watching a couple of blokes playing chess. Remus and Lily on the other hand were sitting on the floor, next to the fireplace. Between the two pairs there was a very crowded common room, full of excitement and noise. However, it didn’t stop Remus to lift his eyes up, aiming at James and Sirius a sidelong glance. He looked away quickly when realized that Sirius reciprocated the gaze.

‘You’re jealous’ Lily pointed casually, her eyes still fixed on the book she had been reading. There was a long moment of hesitation before Remus tried very slowly.

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’

‘Well, that’s the evidence I was looking for,’ she closed the book and turned to him, a meaningful smirk on her lips, ‘you fancy him.’

An open-mouthed Remus stared at her, as if he had never seen her before. ‘Damn, Lily. I…I’m not that obvious. You, on ther other hand…’ and it was true that Remus already knew about Lily’s growing interest on a certain bespectacled boy. His smile was triumphant when Lily’s startled eyes met his. ‘Well, that was the evidence I was looking for.’

He flipped the page of his book, knowing very well that the subject was not over.

‘Did you told him?’

‘Of course not, Lily’ his giggle was so amused as possible, “but you’re going to tell him yourself if you don’t stop being so obvious.’

‘So do you, my furry friend.’

‘Oh god, you’re spending so much time with Sirius, aren’t you?’ he closed the book, his smirk vanished. ‘Besides, it’s kinda different, don’t you think? James is a boy, you’re a girl. Besides, he is so obviously crazy about you since fifth year… Just go there and snog him already, okay?’

‘Well, I wish I could. But…what do you think that is about?’ her head leaned slightly at James and Sirius’ direction. Sirius head was resting on James’ shoulder, and for Merlin’s hairy balls, he was nuzzling James?

 ‘I…I don’t know. It’s been a while since they are acting like…this.’

Remus eyes turned to the pair once more. He had been trying to figure out what the hell was going on between they lately, but failed miserably. Sometimes James seemed to be a little unconfortable with Sirius’ touches, but other times he was the one to hug the other boy from behind in a very embarrasing way, and then Sirius was the one who seemed to be tense.

Lily managed a shaky laugh ‘Well, I’m afraid this mean something then’ but her voice was unreliable and Remus immediately knew that she worried about that possibility.

‘Okay, I guess it’s time for us to figure it out,’ he lift up from the floor, his eyes fixed on the boys who had just started to climb the stairs to the dorm.

Lily stared at him, biting her lip nervously when the three boys disappeared.


‘Gods, Prongs! He was staring at us!’ Sirius sharp voice crossed the room, and Remus stopped at the doorway to listen. Not so very polite, he knew, but then James’ voice sounded as harsh as Sirius’ did and he surrendered to the curiosity.

‘So was Lily! Merlin’s ass, she’s certainly thinking that I’m a bloody shirt-lifter. No offenses, mate.’

‘Well, you have started this!’ Remus felt the giggle in Sirius voice this time, and frowned. What the hell that stupid arses were up to this time? ‘You can give up any time you want, Mr Prongs.’

‘I’m not going to lose a bet with you in my life, cut it out,’ James voice was determined — that kind of determination that did not promised anything good from him.

‘So stop bitching about it.’

‘At least you’ll acquire something! At his point Moony probably realized you’re a poof, and that count points in your favor. I don’t think that Lily thinking the same about me will help me anyway.’

Remus froze, his heart pounding so fast against his chest that he could feel it against his skin. He stepped away, stumbling on his own clothes as he run back to the common room.

They were just playing then. It was all about a fucking bet…as always.



 ‘You are the devil.’

 ‘I know. But this is a game for…four. They deserve it.’

Remus tangled their fingers tight together through their way to the Potions class.

‘Your hands are soft for a boy’ Lily teased.

‘Don’t be envious’ Remus chuckled.

‘Shut up. They are here.’

Their eyes met at the same time; Sirius and James’ sliding down an inquisitive gaze to Remus and Lily’s holding hands. Sirius eyes widened and James frowned at them. Lily smirked shyly, strengthening the tight on Remus soft hands and Remus knew he was blushing but it totally worth it because Sirius’ face was priceless.

When they left the dungeons, none of them had a single clue about what the class had been about. Some kind of awkward rivalry was triggered between them, and when Lily and Remus touched their hands over the table, James and Sirius leaned against each other shoulders, whispering something in a very disturbing intimate manner.

The following week went slowly.

Monday was all about the holding-hands game all day long. Hands closed together during classes, during dinner, fingers slipping along each others hands fondly.

Tuesday the hands started to raise up a little bit. Soft fingers on each others jaws and shoulders.

Wednesday was the ‘what the fuck is that, Lily is fucking feeding Remus straight through his mouth? Prongs, grab your fork.’

Thursday the hug season was opened. All kinds of hugs. Remus wrapped Lily in his arms and temporarily lifted her up off of the ground, making her giggle. James hugged Sirius and his chin rested on the top of the boy’s head. But the worst was by far the hug from behind, because Remus shivered every time he looked at them and all he could think was how desperately he wanted to be in James’ place.

Friday was not a good day at all. Because they started to kiss. Tender kisses on the forehead, lips gently touching their cheeks. How disturbing it could be?

Saturday things started to get a little bit out of control.

‘They fancy each other, oh God!’ Sirius muttered in despair, staring at Lily and Remus fucking cuddling in the couch.

‘Mate, we’ve started this. But I’d never imagine this…I mean, Moony?’

‘Hey, there’s nothing wrong about Moony, you arse. He’s so h—’

‘Oh god, shut up.’

‘I can’t bear this anymore,’ Remus muttered, trying so hard not to look at the two boys playing with each other hair just a few couches away. ‘I mean…They do like us, don’t they? I just…Damn, it hurts.’

‘Well, we’re talking about James and Sirius. Their pranks means a lot, apparently.’

‘Means a lot, yeah. More than our feelings’, he moved uncomfortable against the cushions.

‘Rem, do you realize we are doing exactly the same with them, right?’ Lily turned away a little to met Remus’ blue eyes. ‘We could finish this ourselves, you know.’

‘Not a chance. They’ve started this.’

‘Gods, you guys are so…Whatever, I can’t stay in this room any longer. You up to a walk?’

Remus nodded with a grumpy murmur and automatically held her hands as they leave the Common Room.

‘Fuck, where are they going?’ James immediately asked.

‘I honestly don’t wanna know, but to be more accurate I can’t live without knowing, so grasp your fucking cloak and let’s go.’


The corridor was desert. Their steps echoing on the walls, their hands still together. They occasionally strengthen the grip on their fingers, but it was just a silent way to confort each other.

‘Well, if you think about it, where is this bet going to? We’ve been holding hands, cuddling and all these couple stuff…The next step would be what? Bloody kissing?’

Lily giggled and shrugged. ‘Maybe? I can’t imagine James and Sirius making out though, it’s a little bit— oh, wait.’ Lily stopped abruptly. ‘That’s it! We can stop this cycle of nonsense if we reach a point that they don’t want to cross. So we win!’

‘Are you asking me to kiss you, Evans?’ Remus laughed, nodding his head in disbelief.

‘What, Am I that repulsive, you queer?’ she faked a outraged voice, lifting her hands to her chest. ‘That’s funny because considering you want to snog Sirius Black, I wouldn’t say you are the most selective person on Earth.’

‘Oh god, shut up!’

They leaned against the wall guffawing for a long moment, and when they turned to each other, both had teary eyes. ‘That’s a hell of a plan and I’m pround of you, but do you have any idea how awkward it would be to kiss my sister?’

Lily needed a moment to understand the words, but when she did, a fond smile spread across her face. Remus turned to her, a hand raising and combing her short hair.

‘Listen, I’m sorry I’ve put you into this, it was not a good plan at all. I should have encouraged you to just talk to James’, he leaned closer, resting his forehead on Lily’s.

‘No, it’s not your fault. But, Rem, maybe we should talk to them. I…I really like James, Remus. And you don’t lie to me, you’re crazy about Sirius.’

Remus blowed a weak laugh and nodded. ‘Yeah, I am.’

James and Sirius mouths stood open in surprise. ‘What the fuck? They were…They were kissing?

James rubbed his eyes behind his glasses as if what he was seeing was a mirage, but it wasn’t. The way they are leaning at each other, their foreheads resting together, the way they were smiling. Sirius moved by his side and suddenly James realized he was alone under the cloak.

 ‘Fuck, Padfoot!’ he muttered, but Sirius was too far away to hear.

Remus was the first one to see Sirius so determined walking up to them and he pulled himself away from Lily.

‘Padfoot what—’ but he had no time to complete, because Sirius grasped his arm not so carefully and dragged him away along the corridor, turning the first left and disappearing.

The very moment they were alone, Sirius shove the werewolf against the wall, pressing their bodies and crashing their mouths together.


‘Well, happy ending for some of us then?’ James took off the Invisibility Cloak, gazing at a frightened Lily who as still leaning against the wall. She startled at his suddenly presence, but then smiled. ‘You did know, didn’t you?’ James smirked, and Lily’s chest tightened.

‘They are not the height of discretion, are they?’

James giggled, his eyes glowing with something that Lily wasn’t sure about what it was, but that was certainly taking her breath away.

‘Why didn’t you tell me, Lils?’ he shot suddenly.

 ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

 ‘Because I’m a stupid arse, I thought you were aware of this.’

If there was something Lily was very aware of, it was his soft steps that were slowly vanishing the distance between them. She was not sure if she was breathing when James kissed her, his arms tight against her as if his life depended on it.


Remus wasn’t breathing.

‘You’re so fucking mine,’ Sirius muttered hoarsely, the sound dissipating under his breathe.

‘Gods, Padfoot,’ Remus was the one pushing Sirius against the wall now, one of his legs between Sirius’, rubbing the obvious bulge in his pants. Sirius gasped for air.

‘You’re a very possessive werewolf,’ Sirius chuckled, biting on the boy’s bottom lip and making his knees weakened. ‘The way you looked at me, fuck, Remus!’ he moaned, giving up the talk when Remus hands clutched his covered shaft urgently, and he pressed their mouths together once more hungrily.

 ‘Well, that’s disgusting.’

 They pulled apart as if each other’s body had burned their skin and looked startled at the other couple gazing at them.

James and Lily were holding hands, their lips swollen and matching messy hairs.

‘Did you just snogged my ex-girlfriend, Prongs?’ Remus teased.

James laughed.

Remus was not sure when exactly Sirius managed to reach his hand, but don’t hesitate more than a heartbeat to tangle their fingers tight.

‘Just as a matter of fact, Sirius, I hope you don’t touch Remus in front of me, because I’m a very jealous doe,’ Lily’s voice was so firm that Sirius and James frowned for a second.

‘That’s the expected, isn’t it? He’s my brother.’


The entire Common Room looked at them. Lily and Remus had been cuddling all over the place and James and Sirius were sounding really convincing with all that secret whispers into each other ears.

But when they entered the room that evening, the brand new couples holding hands, a shocked fifth year boy was the first one to talk. ‘Are you guys swinging?’

Peter needed almost a week to stop bursting of laughter out of nowhere.

Stanford Surprise

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Getting acclimated to college was rather difficult when you decided to travel to a different country of school.  Even though Canada was just north of America, Leaving Toronto was challenging.  Especially when you were going to the west coast.

But once you made friends and got used to the amount of course work, college wasn’t too bad.  Although you missed your fair a lot.  It was the little things with them you missed; like sitting at home by the fire, seeing your dog get all excited when your father came home after a day in the office, or the smell of a home cooked meal by your mother.  

You also missed your boyfriend.  Even though Shawn wasn’t home often, due to his strict schedule as a musician, you missed him even more than you did when you lived back in Canada.  Because when he was on a break, he usually went back to Toronto to spend time with family.  And that was fine with you, you would rather have him see his family while he was on one of his short breaks.  But it didn’t stop you from missing him any more.

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jikook (jimin x jungkook) | rating - M | ongoing |

CHAPTER 1: jeon jungkook

“What if you accidentally fall in love?”

Jeon Jungkook was like any regular college student: he had coffee to drink, exams to study for and tuition to pay off.

However, unlike other college students, his notorious part time job consisted of him getting unwanted relationships to fall apart upon request. Using his gorgeous looks to seduce (mostly) women away from their partners, when they were exposed, break up was only inevitable. With his flawless record, he was capable of adapting to any role to play out his part.

But when Jeon Jungkook is hired to break up the relationship of Taehyung’s childhood best friend, he finds the presence of overwhelmingly attractive Park Jimin a bit more distracting than he could ever expect it to be…

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At a fancy restaurant on the rooftop floor of a high-class hotel, there sat two individuals across from each other, a male and a female. They appeared to be deep in conversation, basking in each other’s refined auras.

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